You stand for all that's upright in this county, and if you'll come to my aid, I can win.' Here, General--look--Lige's got him by the neck and the hand.

Now for the password right from the grand lodge, 'Gabe, you'd make a fine state treasurer--I can land it for you.

Make me state senator, and with my state acquaintance, added to the prestige of this office, I can make a deal that will land you.' Oh, I know his whole speech," laughed the colonel.

"Bob Hendricks is to be secretary of state, John Barclay is to be governor, Oscar Fernald is to be state auditor, and the boys say that Lycurgus Mason has the refusal of warden of the Penitentiary." The colonel chuckled as he added: "So far as the boys have been able to learn, Lige still has United States senator, president, and five places in the cabinet to go on, but Minneola township returns ain't all in yet, and they may change the result.

By the way, General, what did you get ?" The general flushed and replied, "Well, to be perfectly honest with you, Mart--he did promise me to vote for the dram-shop law." And in the convention that summer Lige Bemis strode with his ragged cigar sticking from the corner of his mouth, with his black eyes blazing, and his shock of black hair on end, begging, bulldozing, and buying delegates to vote for him.