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Chairman," says he. "They was declared so, but er the voters has gone. I hain't clear how to perceed." "Do your duty, chairman, like you said. Town meetings don't calculate to take account of hoss races, do they? Eh?... None of your affair, is it?" Pilkinton looked at Scattergood, who smiled genially and said: "Duty's duty, Pilkinton.
"Tellers," suggested Scattergood. As was the custom, the votes were counted immediately. The result stood, Marvin Towne: fifty-three votes; Jim Allen, two votes; Pazzy Cox, four votes. "I declare Marvin Towne elected our representative to the legislature," said Chairman Pilkinton, weakly, and sat down, mopping his brow.
"Everybody's het up over it so's nobody'll talk politics. How's a feller goin' to win votes if he can't git nobody to talk to him, that's what I want to know? Seems like there hain't nothin' in the world but Wade Lumley's geldin' and that hoss of Green's." "Um!... Sort of distressing hain't it? Know Kent Pilkinton perty well, Marvin?" "Brother-in-law." "Holds public office, don't he?"
It was unnecessary for Marvin to report, for early next morning Kent Pilkinton, owner of a hill farm on the out-skirts of a village a farm on which he succeeded in raising the most ample crop of whiskers in Coldriver, and little else, came diffidently up to Scattergood as he sat in front of his hardware store. "Morning Kent," said Scattergood. "Come to look at mowin' machines, I calc'late."
If you was to fail in your duty as a public officer, folks might git to think you wasn't the sort of citizen that could be trusted. Might even affect sich things as credit and promissory notes." Mr. Pilkinton no longer hesitated. "The polls is open," he said. The fifty-two, ballots ready in their hands, started for the box, but Town-marshal Pease, awakened from his astonishment, lifted his voice.
The voters moved to the front, and as they deposited their ballots, sounds from without, indicating excitement and delight, were carried through the windows to their ears. The fifty-two voted and returned to their seats. "If everybody present and desirin' to vote has done so," said Scattergood, "I move you them polls be closed." Mr. Pilkinton put the motion, and it was carried with enthusiasm.
Half a day was spent selecting tools and implements for the farm, and though Pilkinton did not know it, it was Scattergood's selection that was purchased. Scattergood knew what was necessary and what would be economical, and that was what Pilkinton got, and nothing more. It netted Scattergood a pleasant profit, and Kent got the full equivalent of his money. "Preside at town meetin', don't you?"
Jim Allen and Pazzy Cox were placed before the meeting as candidates amid the stimulated applause of their adherents. Marvin Towne's name was received with laughter and such jeers as the New England breed of farmer and townsman has rendered his own, and at which he is a genius surpassed by none. Chairman Pilkinton arose, as befitted the moment.
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