eld appeared to be the only right thing from
the standpoint of party expediency or business wisdom. Brassfield can
be elected. He is strong in business circles. His integrity is
unquestioned, and there'll be no graft or shady deals under him. He
stands well in society, too. I just saw Doctor Bulkon, who expressed
himself as thoroughly delighted with the nomination of so good a man as
Brassfield, and intends to preach next Sunday on 'The Christian's
Vote,' handling the subject in such a way as to point to Brassfield as
the right man. I couldn't consistently oppose Brassfield, and so I
stayed at home."

"Oh, you're quite right!" exclaimed Mr. Smith. "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."

"Pooh!" scoffed Mr. Pumphrey. "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."

"That's certainly true," was Mr. Smith's answer. "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."

Inasmuch as such citizens as Conlon, Pierson, Sheehan and Zalinsky were
equally well contented, no one, it would seem, ought to have been
dissatisfied. The fact that Mr. Brassfield's success meant the giving
away of Bellevale's streets to Brassfield's interurban trolley line
must be considered in connection with the fact that Bellevale seemed
only too anxious to give them away.

One must look at such things from all sides, if one is to come to a
satisfactory conclusion. Miss Waldron, having a keenly personal
interest in the matter, and being a member of the cultured and leisure
class, endeavored to do this. Her conclusions, both personal and
political, seem to be fully set forth in a letter which she wrote to
her friend Estelle in New York.

"You know I always was a queer little beast," said this letter, after a
few pages in which such words as "chiffon,"