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Having cultivated mustard and cress from boyhood, first on his sponge, and subsequently in an old chocolate box. and having recently developed a pear tree and a potato patch in his back gar- den, he posed as an authority in matters agricultural. and promised more in the name of his party than any candidate had ever promised before. The agri- cultural laborer was attracted by what he understood to be the prospect of free land for the asking; and Rottenhamites, who had been contented with six gera- niums in flower pots and a tom cat, now dreamed of acres of fertile soil, tenanted by the contemplative cow and the prolific—or, as a. local speaker phrased it, “profiigate”—pig. Sir George Redworthy, who had rep- resented the constituency in the Con- servative interest for fifteen years, felt that that hehad his work cut out, and he buckled to like a man. It was an— noying to be interrupted at such a. time by domestic questions; but love, which laughs at locksmiths, jeers at politicians, and his eldest son and Miss Dorothy Ditchford, the rector’s daughter, se- lected the morning of the nomination day for informing him that they had re- solved to become man and wife at an early date, subject to his consent. Needless to say Dick Redworthy met with a very unpleasant reception when he broached the subject in the library after breakfast, and that Dolly Ditch- ford entered it an hour later to see what she could do. She was a great favorite with the old gentleman, but he had never before re- garded her in the light of a future daughter-in-law. Time flies, and he had always thought her a child. After ten minutes’ talk with her he knew that if She was only just out of her teens she was a child no longer. "Well. my little girl,” he said good humoredly, "if I get in again, and the party are in power, I dare say I can get them to give Dick something to keep him going till I am under the daisies. I never asked them for anything before.” “But suppose they don’t get in,” said Dolly, ruefully. _ “Well, you‘ll have to wait; but mind, I can’thave any engagement till the election is over. Meanwhile, you make everyone in the parish vote right, and you’ll have done your best to help, eh? They won’t be able to say ‘No’ to you. My agent tells me I shall only win by a few, if at all;” and Sir George took up his pen. Dolly went to the door, hesi- tated and came back. “Sir George," she said shyly, “if you get into Parliament, may we be engaged, anyhow?” ”Bless my soul,” said Sir George, looking up, “if Ikeep my seat, though. I don’t know what I won’t consent to; if I lose it I advise Dick and everybody else to keep clear of me for a bit.” If was a tug-of—war with a vengeance and there were many interests to be con- sidered. “Sir George's ticket at the Army and Navy Stores is Number —” was the placard which met the worthy baronet one day in Rottenham, borne by a dozen sandwich men, with all the small tradesmen rushing to their doors to look at it. “Ask Mrs. Clink where she got her red silk stockings” was the counterblast- which brought matters level. Dorothy Ditchford had met the Radical candidate’s wife in the hosiery department at the stores a few days after it was known that Mr. Clink would stand, and that scarlet would be his color, and Dorothy had an observant eye. Her own blue and orange hat was a dream, worked out under her own di- rections by a Rottenham modiste. It was in the window for three days, and she saw herself distantly reflected by the belles of Rottenham at every turn. When she had done the parish she went further afield, and the Rectory pair did some hard trotting in those few fleeting days. "They all say they think they’ll vote for your father "if I’ll drive, them to the poll. Some of them can’t walk, poor old things,” said Dorothy; and she lined the family wagonette with brown holland and decked it with blue and yellow. while the horses’ blinkers cou... be seen for ribbons. They were .. sooer pair of nags, but with her on the box they did wonders on the great day. The effort, however, was reserved for the evening, when the men get home from work. “Shall we be there by S?" asked Dor- othy, as Dick Redworthy dashed past her in his dog cart, nearly swinging two of his father’s stanchest supporters into space as they turned into the Rotten- ham road. “We’ve got a grand load— nine votes, seven of whom I thought were going the other way.” “I don’t know that there‘s much hurry, miss,” said the old man who was standing behind her—he was Sir George’s head keeper. “Bill Stumps says this lot’s wrong ’uns all through, and I reckon he’s right.” ' “Wrong ’uns?” “Yes, miss. They’ve got the Squire’s colors on to get you to drive them to the poll. That’s their little joke, that is,” said old Harry Blackwater, grimly: and Bill Stumps, the under keeper, nudged him and told him not to make a. row. But the men behind were all singing a patriotic song loudly and mer- rily. Miss Ditchford thought she caught a few words, in it which were not in the original: when she composed it. “I won’t drive them,” she said, be- ginning to pull up. ’ c l “Better be careful, Miss; they're a desprit lot, and there’s only two of us,’ said Bill Stumps. Dorothy set her lips; she was not in the habit of feeling afraid. I “Ain’t there any ancient woter to be ! collected up Deadman’s Hill way, miss?’ ‘ whispered Bill Stumps, with a grin. 5 Dorothy laughed too; round went the 1, horses into a narrow lane, and up an in- ‘ cline dignified by the name of hill. “ i, miss! you’re going the wrong way,” cried John Bradds behind her. He wasa cobbler from Clay lane, and aRad- ical as she thought till she found him waiting to be taken to the poll with a blue-a‘nd-orange rosette in his hat. “You’re going‘ wrong! Turn around or we’ll be late!” cried some one else. “Can’t turn,” said Dorothy, decisive- ly, glancing at the hedges on both sides of her. Presently the road got wider. and she had to acknowledge she could turn. “Tip the whole cartload into the ditch, miss,” whispered Bill Stumps; “I’ll take care 0’ you.” But she reflected that the hedge was low and the field beyond fiinty, and to turn a. van load of poachers out in cold blood was one thing; but when it in- cluded rolling with them. even in the protecting grasp of tobaccoey Bill Stumps, it looked an unpleasant pros- pect. And she drove back into the Rot- tenham road, thinking with satisfaction as she glanced at the tiny watch in the bangle which Dick had given her that morning, that five minutes were gone, and it was 7:45, and a good mile from the polling station. They were shouting to her to hurry up, led by John Bradds, the cobbler, and Bill Stumps and the head keeper were turning round to face the angry men in the wagonette. She was glad she had allowed no one on the box he- side her. The hedge was soft and green. Would an upset hurt her very much? There was a good deal of holly just there. But the question was not left entirely for her to settle. What was it coming up behind? There was a Radi- cal horse dealer at Rottenham (a ‘coper’ Dick Redworthy called him), whom Sir George had once fined for an assault. He had been taking voters to the poll all day in his biggest four-horse brake. Up it came, brimful, at a furious pace behind her, with Mr. Crookinger him- self on the box. “Out of the way there,” he shouted, while those behind him jeered and hooted at St. George’s colors. “You’ve plenty of room,” said Dolly to herself, and she did not give way an inch. “Out of the way!” they yelled. . “Stick to it, miss,” whispered old Harry Blackwater, and Bill Stumps grinned from ear to ear. She says she did not pull to the right, , but. some of them say she did; and she certainly looked round as the leaders came up; but she kept her pair back, and they had not been doing more than a steady six mlles an hour for at least 300 yards when Mr. Crookinger let his horses go with a curse. There was a grinding crash, and in the next second Dorothy Ditchford was looking as dis- tinguished as she could in the middle of a. privet bush, hoping that the horses were not going to kick, and that her father‘s carriage was not injured. It had two wheels in the ditch, and the other two were spinning round aimless- ly clear of the ground. “I’m afraid they were in time,” she said to Dick Redworthy five minutes later, when he picked her up with his dog-cart. “They had ten to it in, ac- cording to my watch.” “Then I’ll,_la.y against them, Dollie,” he said. “I put that little watch five minutes slow just before I gave it to you, to keep you longer with me.” “Oh, Dick!” she said, “how could you?” And she said “Oh, Dick?" again next morning when he galloped up to the rectory to say that Mr. Crookinger‘s brake had driven up the night before at exactly 30 seconds past- 8. and that the poll had been declared with a majority of twenty-three in Sir George‘s favor; and she added: “There were twenty at least in the big brake, and I had seven of them in the wagonette.” . So the engagement was announced that day.—St. James’ Budget. His First Dispatch. When the electric telegraph was a. new thing its operations were a. com- plete astonishment to many thousands of people who, if they had heard it talked about had scarcely heeded what they heard. Many were incredulous and refused to believe that messages had been sent by wire even when the mes- sages were in their hands. Such excla- mations as these were common: “That a message from my son John? I know better. That isn’t John’s hand- writing.” Even well-informed people were as- tonished at the invention. Mr. Joseph Jefferson, the comedian, has lately told the story of his first telegraphic mes- sage. ‘ ' “I received it in Cumberland, Md.,” he says. "I could not believe it, but there it was—a reply to my letter of the day before. I called at the office to in- quire if it were really so. ‘ ‘A group of people had collected about the operator, all wearing a look of sur- prise and incredulity. We began show- ing one another our dispatches, and looking with awe at the mysterious lit- tle machine that was ticking away as if worked by some spirit of the other world. "The whole town was excited. If I were now to receive a message from the planet Mars I could not be more aston- ished than I was on that day.”——Youth’s Companion. Purity in Politics. Dozer—I see that your crowd is call« ing for a reform in the town government for next year. Dinzer—Yes, sirree! and mark this, by fair means or foul, we’re determined to get iti—Roxbury Gazette. LA WYERS’ PICKIXGS. FABULOUS SUMS SOME CLIENTS ARE FORCED TO PAY. ‘Viiat Kind of: Code Is It “'hici: Permits 3. Fee of $800,000 for the Mislntcrpre- tation of its Provisions, Estates are Conside red Pie. “Howard.” in the Philadelphia Press, thus entertaingly writes of a. matter that is legally permitted and is practiced and connived at by those who, first of all, are supposed to uphold law and equity and prevent robbery in any form: The fees which lawyers receive are of interest usually only to the brethren of their profession and those who pay them. Sometimes when men gain fame, as Conkling did in politics and Charles O‘Connor did at the bar, there is popular interest in these earnings, and is also the case when a fee of unusual size is paid. When the Fayerweather will was offer- ed for probate. and announcement was made of a contest, the impression was that the opportunity for the earning of fees which because of their size would become traditional would be sure to be taken speedy advantage of. Some of the most distinguished law- yers of New York and a few from other cities appeared in the court room at the time of the first hearing. that one in which Frederic Coudert denounced the will as a fraud upon its face. and there- by, inferentially at least, making accu- sations against one of the members of the bar, Gen. Woodford‘s partner, IThomas D. Ritch. Not far from six millions of dollars was the appraised value of Mr. Fayer- weather’s estate. He left no children, and his Widow was an invalid whose days, according to her physician, were numbered. There were no collateral heirs and some twenty colleges which had suddenly became enriched by this will of a. man who was not estimated be- fore his death to be even a millionaire, excepting by a few of his closest friends. The litigations have extended now over a. period of four years, and distin- guished counsel have continued in the case. The executors have disposed of some millions. and they have some mil- lions in their hands. and a short while ago in proceedings in court information of some of the counsel fees was made public. For instance, John E. Parsons, whose friends say that he is fond of the repute which he'has of having “the finest prac- tice at the English speaking bar,” re- ceived $15,000, and ex-Judge Arnoux the same amount for services as counsel to the executors. This does not represent all of their earnings, for before the last accounting Judge Amoux had received $50,000 up- on one occasion for services and Mr. Parsons 830,000, and then again a second time these two counsels divided $41,000 between them for a later service. So far, then. it appears that both have re- ceived $120,000. ' Other lawyers of less conspicuous re- lations to the case have received propor- tionately less sums, but it is understood by members of the bar here that not far from $400,000 has been the reward of the lawyers up to this time for their for- tunate association with this single case. When the Havemeyers, desiring to imitate the Rockefellers, sought to es- tablish a sugar trust, they retained Mr. Paysons for that difficult and delicate work. The precise amount of the re- tainer and fees he and they of course alone know. but it has always been the belief of the members of. the bar here that Parsons was paid the largest sum ever received by a lawyer in New York city for a single service. Reports have differed as to the pre- cise amount. Some lawyers have said that Mr. Parsons in all earned not far from $800,000. Others say that his fee was $400,000. and that he earned consid- erably more by the appreciation of the securities of the Sugar Trust. The bricks with which he constructed the Sugar Trust were made without straw, for the Attorney-General of this State, by one short. swift litigation, de- stroyed that structure and the Sugar Trust was no more than a name. The largest fee ever awarded by our courts was to William Nelson Cromwell a few years ago for his services as re- ceiver and reconstructor of a financial institution which was hit very hard at the time of the Barings’ collapse. Mr. Cromwell gave but a few months’ time to this work, and for that reason his foe seemed to be unduly great. It was in the neighborhood of $250,000. A veteran judge, who is now retired from the bench, while speaking of these greatfees in connection with the Fayer— weather litigation, told an interesting anecdote of the late Charles O’Connor. He said that Mr. O’Connor had so man- aged a. case involving a large sum of money as to give the highest satisfaction to his clients, saving for them a great property which was in danger. It was an estate and his clients were the exec- utors. After the termination of the litigation the executors asked Mr. O'Connor for his bill, and, not getting it, they were compelled to the very un- ' usual course of dunning the great law- yer for the bill. At last they got it, and were surprised to find that it was for on- ly $1,000, and a. check was sent to Mr. O’Connor for that amount. \tht Ho Bet 01:. “William,” she said, severely. ' “I am surprised that you should so far forget yourself as to bet en a horse race.” “I haven’t been betting on any horse race,” was the reply. “You wrong me. hat I bet on was the probable inten- tion of, the horse owners.”—Washington Star. \Vauted Possession. Bobby— Mamma, where is dream- land? Mamma—I don’t know, my son. Why do youask? Bobby—I dreamed last night I had a bicycle. I want to go and get it.-—Har- per’s Bazar. . _ . -- \. Is the making of a pie. making of a crisp crust de- ' pends largely upon the shorten- ing. 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