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An' las', the Benjamin o' all the tribe, kems my brother Walter. He went ter school; kin read, write, an' cipher; he's been taught ez much ez any man ez ever held the office he axes ter be 'lected ter, an' air thoroughly competent. Fac' is, gentlemen, thar's nothin' lef' ter show fur the humble 'Fambly' Mr. Markham's be'n tellin' 'bout, but me. I never went ter school, 'ceptin' in yer fields.
'Tain't fittin', to my notion, to see a modest young gal a-mekin' a show uv herse'f, an' the Lawd nevah intended it, nuthah. Ef you're 'lected to salvation an' I believe you air, fur he's a marciful an' gracious God, an' you're a nice, innercent, well-behaved gal you kin be called in a quiet way; an' when he does call, whut you got to do is to heah an' obey.
I reckon them war right ez 'lowed pore folks like we-uns ain't fit ter run fur office, an' ain't goin' ter git 'lected. I'd never hev dreamt o' sech ef it hedn't been fur you-uns never in this worl'." Walter's voice sunk moodily, and he had a flouting gesture as he turned aside. A vicarious ambition is the most ungrateful of passions.
"I dunno how ye kin purtend ter be so all-fired sure o' Sycamore Gap," he said suddenly. "'T ain't five minutes sence ye war 'lowin' ez pore folks couldn't git 'lected ter office, an' ye wished ye hed hed nothin' ter do with sech, an' 't war me ez bed jes' pushed an' boosted ye inter it." The resources of subterfuge are well-nigh limitless. Walter Hoxon was an adept in utilizing them.
An' the Presbyterians, he didn't take no stock in them at all. Ricollect, one Sunday the preacher, he preached a mighty powerful disco'se on the doctrine o' lost infants not 'lected to salvation an' Sonny? Why, he slep' right thoo it. The first any way lively interest he ever seemed to take in religious services was at the 'Piscopals, Easter Sunday.
Why, I wouldn't give a snap of my fingers fer the whole kit and caboodle of ye, you low-down, sneakin' parcel o' thieves. Ye say it wus yer votes whut made me marshal o' this camp. Well, I reckon they did, an' I reckon likewise I know 'bout whut my duty under the law is, an' I'm a-goin' to do it. If you fellers thought ye 'lected a chump, this is the time you git left.
Wolfville is too strong, an' Wolfville intelligence is too well founded, to let any law loco it or set it to millin'. "'Still, says Dan Boggs, 'I must remark I prefers a dooly authorized band of Stranglers. A vig'lance committee gets my game right along. They's more honest than any of these yere lawsharps who's 'lected to be a jedge; an' they's a heap more zealous, which last is important.
A moment more and the door leading from the parlor opened and Fairchilds came out into the sitting-room. Tillie did not lift her eyes from her sewing, but the room seemed suddenly filled with his presence. "Well!" the doctor roused himself to greet the young man; "were you 'lected?" Breathlessly, Tillie waited to hear his answer. "Oh, yes; I've escaped alive!"
But I've been counting on you, Woodhull, to throw in with me and help me get things shook down." "Well, hit looks to me ye're purty brash as usual," commented another voice. Bill Jackson came and stood at the captain's side. He had not been far from Woodhull all day long. "Ye're a nacherl damned fool, Sam Woodhull," said he. "Who 'lected ye fer train captain, an' when was it did?
The jubilee bonfires were scarcely ashes before Tired Tinkham delivered at the corner grocery what he called his inaugural address. 'I cal'late I know why I wuz 'lected; he said. 'T' loaf 'n' let ye loaf. I cal'late ye've mistook suthin'. Ye'll work. And work Noah's Basin did as it had never worked before." Shelby noted that the anecdote won even a thin-lipped grin from the hostile camp.
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