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But that is not so. Everybody in Polktown is affected by the change. I am going to talk to Mr. Meddlar about it, or to Elder Concannon. Something ought to be done." "Hi tunket! There ye go!" chuckled Marty. "More do something business. You'd better begin with Walky." "Begin what with Walky?" "Your temperance campaign, if that's what you mean," said the boy, more soberly.
I've been hopin' all the time we'd git ahead an' have suthin' beside a livin' here in Polktown. I've been hungry for money! "Like enough if I hadn't been so sharp after it, an' complained so 'cause we didn't git ahead, Lem an' Cross Moore wouldn't never got their heads together an' 'greed ter try rum-selling to make the old Inn pay a profit. "Oh, yes! I see my fault now. Oh, Lord!
Bowman," sighed Janice. "I wish everybody thought as you do. Polktown needs reforming." "What! Again?" cried the young man, laughing suddenly. Then he added: "I expect, if that is so, you will have to start the reform, Miss Janice. And and you'd better start it with your friend, Hopewell Drugg. Really, they are making a fool of him around the Inn and he doesn't even know it." "Oh, Mr.
I thought ye said once that no man in Polktown could best ye if ye put yer mind to it?" Cross Moore chewed his straw reflectively. "I don't consider I have been beaten by a man," he said. "No? Jefers-pelters! what d'ye call it?" blustered Walky. "I reckon I've been beaten by a girl and an idea," said Mr. Cross Moore.
There were other people drawn in the same direction; but their interest was not like hers. Somehow, this newest bit of gossip in Polktown could be better discussed at the scene of the strange robbery itself. Icivilly Sprague and Mabel Woods walked there, arm in arm, passing Janice by with side glances and the tossing of heads.
When Nelson Haley, urged by the elder, made his first speech in the campaign, Polktown awoke as never before to the fact that their schoolmaster had a gift of oratory not previously suspected. And, perhaps as much as anything, that speech raised public opinion to a height which could be no longer ignored by the School Committee.
And he ought to be teachin' babies not bein' principal of a graded school sech as Mr. Haley built up here." There were plenty of other people in Polktown who spoke almost as emphatically against the present state of the school and in Nelson's favor. Three months or so of bad management had told greatly in the discipline and in the work of the pupils.
Marty was openly desirous of emulating "Uncle Brocky" and getting out of Polktown no matter where or how. Aunt 'Mira was inclined to wonder how the ladies of Mexico dressed and deported themselves. Uncle Jason observed: "I've allus maintained that Broxton Day is a stubborn and foolish feller. Why! see the strain he's been under these years since he went down to that forsaken country.
I wish Lem Parraday had lost the hotel entirely, before he got a liquor license." "Oh, Elder! It is dreadful that liquor should be sold in Polktown," Janice said, from the seat of the automobile. "I'm just beginning to see it." "That's what it is," said the elder, sturdily. "It's a shame Mr. Parraday was ever allowed to have a license at the Lake View Inn."
"Now; we can't afford to hire many of these outside speakers for prohibition it costs too much to get them here. But I have told Mr. Haley to brush up his ideas, and by and by we'll have him make a speech in Polktown.
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