I go home, and I says to myself: 'I have that bailiwick to a man.

No votes there against Jake.' But the morning after election I see Jake didn't get but two votes in the township.

Very well.

Now who did they vote against?
Surely not against the genial obliging rollicking Irish lad whose face I shave every other morning.

What could they possibly have against him?
No--they voted against that man Dolan, who got drunk, at the Fair and throwed the gate receipts into the well, and tried to shoo the horses off the track into the crowd at the home-stretch of the trotting race.
He's the man they plugged.