Of all the meetings in the town during the campaign, the crowning one occurred as follows:
“Hello!” exclaimed Mr. Miller, glancing over The Evening Clarion.
“What is it?” inquired his wife, while Ned, hovering near, was at once all ears.
“Why, I see by The Clarion that Senator Lipp is to be here on the twenty-ninth, and we’re going to have the biggest Republican rally ever held in the county,” explained her husband.
“Say——” cried Ned, agog, and forgetful of his recent promise.
“Gun!” said his mother.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to. It slipped out before I thought,” excused Ned.
“Well, don’t let it slip in again,” laughed his mother.
“There’ll be a big parade around the town, winding up at the opera house,” continued Mr. Miller, skimming through the article. “All the outside places are to be invited to send marching clubs. It’s the last rally before election, and it will be a whooper.”