From this round of cordiality he was reluctantly torn and conducted to the platform. After thumping the desk with his fist he announced that the gathering would “come to order right off, as there was consider'ble business to be done and it ought to be goin' ahead.” He then proceeded to read the call for the meeting. This ceremony was no sooner over than Abednego Small, “Uncle Bedny,” was on his feet loudly demanding to be informed why the town “hadn't done nothin'” toward fixing up the Bassett's Hollow road. Uncle Bedny's speech had proceeded no further than “Feller citizens, in the name of an outrageous--I should say outraged portion of our community I--” when he was choked off by a self-appointed committee who knew Mr. Small of old and had seated themselves near him to be ready for just such emergencies. The next step, judged by meetings of other years, should have been to unanimously elect Eben Salters moderator; but as Captain Eben refused to serve, owing to his interest in the Whittaker campaign, Alvin Knowles was, by a small majority, chosen for that office. Mr. Knowles was a devout admirer of the great Atkins, and his election would have been considered a preliminary victory for the opposition had it not been that many of Captain Cy's adherents voted for Alvin from a love of mischief, knowing from experience his ignorance of parliamentary law and his easy-going rule. “Now there'll be fun!” declared one delighted individual. “Anything's in order when Alvin's chairman.” The proceedings of the first half hour were disappointingly tame. Most of us had come there to witness a political wrestling match between Tad Simpson and Cyrus Whittaker. Some even dared hope that Congressman Atkins might direct his fight in person. But neither the Honorable nor Captain Cy was in the hall as yet. Solon Eldridge was re-elected selectman and so also was Asaph Tidditt. Nobody but Asaph seemed surprised at this result. His speech of acceptance would undoubtedly have been a triumph of oratory had it not been interrupted by Uncle Bedny, who rose to emphatically protest against “settin' round and wastin' time” when the Bassett's Hollow road “had ruts deep enough to drown a cat in whenever there was a more'n average heavy dew.” The Bassett's Hollow delegate being again temporarily squelched, Moderator Knowles announced that nominations for the vacant place on the school committee were in order. There was a perceptible stir on the settees. This was what the meeting had been waiting for. “No sign of Cy or Heman yet,” observed Mr. Cahoon, craning his neck in the direction of the door. “It's the queerest thing ever I see.”