“Do you vote, Elder Minkley?”
“Well, no, as it were, Sister Arvilly, I have felt for years that politics was too vile for me to mix myself with.”
Sez Arvilly, “Do you believe in following the Lord Jesus Christ?”
Sez Elder Minkley, his good natured face lighting up, “My Divine Master; yes, I will follow him to the stake, to the death, if need be.”
“Did he turn away from sinners and the evils of the sinful world and say they wuz too vile for him to mix with?”
“I––I––Sister Arvilly––I why––I don’t know what you mean.”
“Yes, you do know what I mean!” sez the intrepid but agonized Arvilly.
“By your criminal indifference and neglect, you encourage the evil power that rules and ruins.”
Elder Minkley’s face began to look red––red as blood––and sez he, “You present the subject in a way I never thought on before, Sister Arvilly. I will think of it; I will pray over it.”
“Will you vote as you pray?” sez Arvilly anxiously.