The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1913-04-02

Hot Time In the Old Town Tonight
were plainly distinguishable, brought
nearer and nearer by large marching
body.
1t was the Nineveh bugle and drum
corps, heading the Stephen K. Yancey
campaign club, starting out on a tri-
umphal parade to celebrate the victory
of the Hon. Stephen K. Yancey over
the Hon. William j. Strickland for the
Democratic nomination for governor of
Missouri.
Colonel Bill Strickland smiled grimly.
'Look pleasant, Thurston," he said,
PUT on your sweetest expression.
They'll be marching by here in a min
ute"
iii just be eternally condemned if 1
dor retorted Colonel Todhunter. 81
can take my medicine just as grace
fully as the next man when / know it's
comm to me. but I'll be jimswiggled If
it's comm to me yet. The cards has all
got to be laid down on the table before
let any man take the pot, suh!'
Colonel Strickland shook his head,
smiling.
The next moment the vanguard of
the approaching column came in sight.
In another instant the Nfneveh bugle
and drum corps and the Stephen K.
Yancey campaign club, followed by
crowd of cheering Yanceyites. were
swinging proudly past the Blade Office.
"Hooray for Yancey"' the paraders
shouted.
Colonel Todhunter, stiff as a grena-
der, stood at the open door. His jaws
were set hard as he confronted the tri-
umphant foe. Suddenly a hooking
voice sounded.
Were sorry for poor old Bill Strick-
land" it cried, but he never ought to
ha' bucked up against Steve Yanceyr'
Colonel Todhunter's fighting blood
Ieaped in his veins. "Who are you
that's so sorry for Bill StricklaDd?' he
asked. There was an i'll omen in his
level tone.
No, reply came. But Colonel Todhun-
ter identified the speaker by following
the glances of his fellows in the line.
'+Oh. it's you, is it. Jeff Harris 2" he
said. You. that didn't know at first
whether you was for Colonel Strickland
or old Steve Yancey. Couldn't make up
your mind till you saw which way il
was most profitable for you to jump.
Well, JEFF, your man amt nominated
yet. And in the meanwhile I wouldn't
like nothin' better, you white Hvered
skunk, than to wipe up the ground
with you
But at this critical moment Colonel
Bill Strickland. laughing. pulled Colo
mel Todhunter back into the Blade Of
fee, and JEFF. Harris passed on with the
Yancey parade.
you old frebrand. your the candi-
date sputtered, shaking with laughter.
what the blue blazes and Sam Hill do
you want to let thing like that ruffie
you up for? I thought you had more
sense"
1--WE got sense enough, Bill" said
Colonel Todhunter. But all my life
I've been ready to clinch with any
man that tried to mock me or my
friend, thinkin' he was down and out,
and I'll just be shot full O. holes if
amt still ready
Dick Cantrill's voice interrupted.
~Here's another bulletin he cried.
Then he read: Returns from st.
Louis just beginning to come in. It is
now claimed that Strickland has car
ried that city. Yancey's managers are
charging Randolph Carter, the newly
appointed chairman of the board of
election com missioners, with unlawful
~ using his authority in Str1ckland's
behalf Last night Carter removed
many judges and clerks OF election,
claiming to have proof that they had
been appointed to insure Yancey's vic
tory by fraud and appointed others in
their places. The chief of police is
supporting him by giving the new ap-