CHAPTER XIX.
A BIG-HEADED MAN.
JOBE and me are livin under a flag of truce. I went down into the adjoinin county to find out which one of our county commissioners is the bridge agent, and by what I could hear it was Commissioner Westholt what was down there, but it seems they are all agents or kind a pardners in the “commission” bizness.
When I got home I up and told Jobe that it was one of the Republican commissioners—givin his name. Jobe he flew up and claimed he knew better; that Commissioner Westholt is a Dimicrat, for he had been inquirin too.
Jobe said that it was purty hard to find anything out about it, as all the court-house fellers thought it would be better not to let it git out.
Jobe says they told him that it wasent anything onusual for a county officer to make all he could while he had a chance, and as a difference[difference] of $400 or $500 on a bridge was only a little thing to each tax-payer, they hadent ort to know much about it, as they might git to talkin about it and hurt the party.
And Jobe says they told him on the quiet that the Dimicrat commissioner was the bridge agent now, but jist as soon as his time was out a Republican would come in, and a commissioner of his own party would git the job of lookin arter the bridge company’s interests in this county.
This seemed to satisfy Jobe, so he proposed to me that if I would say nothin more about it he wouldent until they can git a full board of Republicans in.
“Jobe he flew up.”