“Mister Canderdate, it would be a Lord’s blessin if him and more of his likes would listen to pettycoat argament instid of the argament of you office-seekin canderdates.” Says I: “Come on, Jobe,” takin hold of his arm and startin. I looked back when I got a piece away, and I seed the feller had met Doc Tinker and was pintin at my clothes and smilin. I thought I heard Doc say: “Yes, them are the marks of prosperity the administrations of the past thirty years have scattered over the country.” That is what I thought he said. The feller went on across the street. I dident see him smile or pint any more. Well, we went on to accept the invitation to see the feller okepy a county office. We clumb up them high steps, went through them big doors, past several fine rooms, till we come to the sign of that office to which he was elected. The door was shet. Jobe knocked, and some one inside hollered, “Come in.” They hadent manners enough to git up and open the door for us. In we went. It was a nice place, nicer than my spare room, and so warm and pleasant. If I could git to live there day in and day out, without payin interest money or rent, Ide do all their writin for a good deal less than what I hear they git. It is so nice. Well, when we got in we found two men and two women settin over next to the winder, a eatin oranges and laffin. Nobody was doin nothin. I spect the county officer got up airly so as to do his work before his visitors would come. They all was a talkin and a laffin and a shootin orange seeds at each other, and enjoyin theirselves high. They stopt when we went in, and the feller what eat our dinner and hoss feed come up to the fence and asked what he could do for us, lookin round at the women. The women they would look at me, then at one another, then whisper, then look out of the winder and laf. Jobe, answerin the feller, says, says he: “I want to borry $19.21 till arter oats harvest.” Says the feller: “Why, my dear man, I dont _know_ you,” lookin round towards the women. They smiled. “Dont know me?” says Jobe. “Why, Ime Jobe Gaskins, the most prominent and influential Republican in our township. Jist afore election last fall you was at my house, when you was runnin. I voted for you.” The feller studied a minit. “That may all be, Mr. Gaskins,” says he, “but I saw so many people durin my campaign, and so many voted for me that if I was to lend each of them $19.21 I would have nothing left for myself. I can not accommodate you. You see I have company” (pintin to the women), “so you will have to excuse me” (turnin to leave us). I jist up and says, says I: