human
Rather lively times, I hear, said Major Pumphrey, catching step with Mr. Smith on their walk down town.
gpt
Rather lively times at the caucuses last evening.
human
Really, answered Mr. Smith,
gpt
I don't know. I never attend caucuses. Every one has his friends, you know, and by not taking sides one saves many enmities.
human
I don't agree with you, said the major.
gpt
Every one should attend his party primaries, as a matter of duty.
human
You were out last night?
gpt
Why, no, said the major,
human
Oh, you're quite right! exclaimed Mr. Smith.
gpt
My attendance would not have made any difference in the result. Colonel McCorkle is a good man, but after Mr. Brassfield made us a present of the money to pay off our church debt recently none of us could decently have gone out and worked against him even for the colonel. They say that McCorkle is a good deal chagrined by the small showing he made--claims that the saloons and the lower classes ran the caucuses, and that the decent element stayed away altogether.
human
Pooh! scoffed Mr. Pumphrey.
gpt
A little sore is all--soon get over it. I only hope Brassfield will be able to get us that trolley line he promises. That would bring Bellevale abreast of the times.
human
That's certainly true, was Mr. Smith's answer.
gpt
Mr. Brassfield is an enterprising citizen, broad and liberal, safe and sane, and fully in touch with the great business interests of the country. His nomination will reflect credit on Bellevale.