My election is assured.' "Seein' that there wa'n't but nineteen reg'lar voters who come to the club meetin's, if Bassett had ten of 'em it sartin did look as if he'd get in.

But on election night what does Gaius Ellis do but send a wagon after old man Solomon Peavey, who'd been dry docked with rheumatiz for three months, and Sol's vote evened her up.

'Twas ten to ten, a deadlock, and the election was postponed for another week.
"This was of a Tuesday.

On Wednesday I met Bije Simmons, the chap who was playin' pool at Jotham's.
"'Hey, Bailey!' says he.

'Shake hands with a brother.