The daily democrat. [volume] (Anadarko, Oklahoma) 190?-1908, 1907-04-15
MIS- T AXES
Mrs. Candidate stu Can Mako
Them.

The rural vote must be cultivated!
To this end, Mr. Candidate bought a
small farm for 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 interests.
George she began one hot day,
tanning herself with her sun bonnet
while she studied her husbands draw
ing for an addition 10 the farmhouse,
when will you begin 10 build?"
"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
to his wife's question
Mrs. Candidates indignation grew
as she watched him.
Really. George" she said her voice
vibrating with resentment "am 20
interpret your silence as a refusal to
make any explanation OF this extra
| ordinary change of plan?'
You wouldn't like the explanation
after II was made, Matue,' said her
husband, continuing TO read
"Of course, that means, George"
said his wife, bltngly, that the ex.
planation involves some criticism Of
me-"
Mr. Candidate read on.
We'll, George" said Mrs. Candl-
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, George!" exclaimed his
wife, actually suffering with surprise.
"How can you say that, after all I've
done this summer TO make you-well
solid with the country voters!"
Mrs Candidate paused Mr. Candi.
date read with an oblivlousness that
thoroughly aroused her.
Look at this hideous dress" she
exclaimed her voice thrilling with In
dignation, "and this check apron and
this sun bonnet that I've worn to i'm
press the farmers wives and daugh-
ters!"
Mrs. Candidates voice broke with
the pathos OF her sacrifice Mr.. Can
didate preserved sphinx-like silence
Don't | churn publicly under We
big tree In the back yard every n1rn-
Ing just TO show that respect Ia Hr.
and didn't we put the hennery bt
next to the public road so that ev y-
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 n 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.
Well Matte" he finally said, with
the air of one who reluctantly yields
TO pressure and performs a disagreea-
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.
81 see, Matte" said her husband,
resuming his walk, that you can re-
call as distinctly as ! do your state
ment to that dairyman that you con-
sidcred II unrefned. even vulgar, to
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
well, 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
little with the confession.
Indeed" exclaimed her husband.
with a sarcastic intonation that made
his wife subside again.
Perhaps you understand now, Mat
tie, why | have abandoned all idea OF
spending our summers On this farm"
and Mr., Candidate, with the calm Of
desperation, filed his pipe and lighted
II, while Mrs. Candidate reflected bit.
terly upon her many vain sacrifices
TO the preiudices OF the country
voters.-W Washington Post. :