The daily democrat. [volume] (Anadarko, Oklahoma) 190?-1908, 1907-04-24
MI S TAKES
Mrs. Candidate sun Gan Make
Thorn.

The rural vote must be cultivated
To this end, Mr.. Candidate bought a
small farm for a summer home. and
Mrs. Candidate, as a politicians wife
and ever interested in her husbands
affairs, entered enthusiastically upon
the duty OF educating herself in its
varied interestA
George" she began one hot day,
tanning herself with her sun bonnet
while she studied her husbands draw.
Ing for an addition TO the farmhouse.
when will you begin 70 bulld?"
"Never!" replied her husband from
behind a Farmers Bulletin.
Good heavens!" exclaimed his wife.
"You surely don't expect me TO spend
another summer here without moro
room, do your"
Mr.. Candidate laid aside his Bulle.
tin, carefully selected another and re-
sumed his reading without replying
70 his wifes question.
Mrs. Candidates indignation grew
as she watched him.
Really, George" she said, her volca
vibrating with resentment, "am I 10
interpret your silence as refusal 10
make any explanation OF this extra.
ordinary change Of plan?"
You wouldn't like the explanation
after II was made, Matte" said her
husband, continuing TO read.
"Of course, that means. George"
said his wife. bitingly, that the ex.
planation involves some criticism OF
me"
Mr.. Candidate read on.
We'll, George" said Mrs. Candi.
date, so offended that her voice trem.
bled, you wouldn't treat me with such
scant courtesy II were one OF your
constituents"
MY constituents are more careful
OF my interests than you are. Matte"
said her husband. curtly.
Mercy, Georgel" exclaimed his
wife, actually suffering with surprise.
How can you say that. after ali I've
done this summer TO make you-well.
solid with the country votersl"
Mrs. Candidate paused Mr.. Candi.
date read with an obllvlousness that
thoroughly aroused her
Look at this hideous dress" she
exclaimed. her voice thrilling with In.
dignatlon, "and this check apron ana
this sun bonnet that I've worn to i'm.
press the farmers wives and daugh.
Gers!"
Mrs. Candidates voice broke with
the pathos OF her sacrifice. Mr.. Can,
didate preserved a sphlnx.like silence.
Don't | churn publicly under the
big tree In the back yard every MORN
Ing just to show that respect labor
and didn't we put the hennery right
next to the public road so that every.
, body could see that wasn't too proud
TO feed the chickens?"
The climax found Mrs. Candidate
breathless and Mr. Candidate still un.
provoked to speech.
III you can deny all this, George"
resumed his wife, with a majesty Of
brow suited TO Lady Macbeth herself,
Il haven't another word to say"
Mr.. Candidate rose and took several
turns up and down the shady gallery.
We'll, Matte" he finally said. with
the air OF one who reluctantly yielda
TO pressure and performs disagreed.
BILE duty. what did you say to the
leading dairyman OF the county yes.
terday?" Pausing In his promenade
and looking intently at his wife.
Mrs. Candidate became suddenly
limp.
Il see, Matte" said her husband.
resuming his walk. that you can re-
call as distinctly as | do your state.
meat TO that dairyman that you con.
sidcred 1t unrehned. even vulgar, 10
sell milk"
Mrs. Candidate hung her head.
Now, Matte" he continued, with a
district attorneys manner; what did
you say the day before to Mr.. Poul.
terer?"
Mrs Candidate dropped among the
Farmers Bulletins completely un-
strung.
We'll. George" said the Wife with
an effort, "the very moment told
him that ! didn't see how anybody
could eat the kind of chickens he
raises, saw that had made a mis-.
take" and Mrs. Candidate frightened
a little with the confession.
Indeed" exclaimed her husband,
with sarcastic lntonation that made
his wife subside again.
PERHAPS you understand now. Mat