I suppose that may have been why it was that in Mariposa the results came out at first in such a conflicting way.Perhaps that was how it was that the first reports showed that Edward Drone the Independent candidate was certain to win.You should have seen how the excitement grew upon the streets when the news was circulated.In the big rallies and meetings of the Liberals and Conservatives, everybody had pretty well forgotten all about Drone, and when the news got round at about four o'clock that the Drone vote was carrying the poll, the people were simply astounded.Not that they were not pleased.On the contrary.
They were delighted.Everybody came up to Drone and shook hands and congratulated him and told him that they had known all along that what the country wanted was a straight, honest, non-partisan representation.The Conservatives said openly that they were sick of party, utterly done with it, and the Liberals said that they hated it.Already three or four of them had taken Drone aside and explained that what was needed in the town was a straight, clean, nonpartisan post-office, built on a piece of ground of a strictly non-partisan character, and constructed under contracts that were not tainted and smirched with party affiliation.Two or three men were willing to show to Drone just where a piece of ground of this character could be bought.They told him too that in the matter of the postmastership itself they had nothing against Trelawney, the present postmaster, in any personal sense, and would say nothing against him except merely that he was utterly and hopelessly unfit for his job and that if Drone believed, as he had said he did, in a purified civil service, he ought to begin by purifying Trelawney.
Already Edward Drone was beginning to feel something of what it meant to hold office and there was creeping into his manner the quiet self-importance which is the first sign of conscious power.
In fact, in that brief half-hour of office, Drone had a chance to see something of what it meant.Henry McGinnis came to him and asked straight out for a job as federal census-taker on the ground that he was hard up and had been crippled with rheumatism all winter.Nelson Williamson asked for the post of wharf master on the plea that he had been laid up with sciatica all winter and was absolutely fit for nothing.Erasmus Archer asked him if he could get his boy Pete into one of the departments at Ottawa, and made a strong case of it by explaining that he had tried his cussedest to get Pete a job anywhere else and it was simply impossible.Not that Pete wasn't a willing boy, but he was slow,--even his father admitted it,--slow as the devil, blast him, and with no head for figures and unfortunately he'd never had the schooling to bring him on.But if Drone could get him in at Ottawa, his father truly believed it would be the very place for him.Surely in the Indian Department or in the Astronomical Branch or in the New Canadian Navy there must be any amount of opening for a boy like this? And to all of these requests Drone found himself explaining that he would take the matter under his very earnest consideration and that they must remember that he had to consult his colleagues and not merely follow the dictates of his own wishes.In fact, if he had ever in his life had any envy of Cabinet Ministers, he lost it in this hour.
But Drone's hour was short.Even before the poll had closed in Mariposa, the news came sweeping in, true or false, that Bagshaw was carrying the county.The second concession had gone for Bagshaw in a regular landslide, six votes to only two for Smith,--and all down the township line road (where the hay farms are) Bagshaw was said to be carrying all before him.
Just as soon as that news went round the town, they launched the Mariposa band of the Knights of Pythias (every man in it is a Liberal) down the Main Street with big red banners in front of it with the motto BAGSHAW FOREVER in letters a foot high.Such rejoicing and enthusiasm began to set in as you never saw.Everybody crowded round Bagshaw on the steps of the Mariposa House and shook his hand and said they were proud to see the day and that the Liberal party was the glory of the Dominion and that as for this idea of non-partisan politics the very thought of it made them sick.Right away in the committee rooms they began to organize the demonstration for the evening with lantern slides and speeches and they arranged for a huge bouquet to be presented to Bagshaw on the platform by four little girls (all Liberals) all dressed in white.
