"He's got too long a nose for all kinds of
things to be comfortable in town today. He'll do a great
deal less harm trotting round the Reserve braced up
against old Ormiston."
So Elgin was left to the capable hands of the boys, for
the furtherance of the Liberal interest and the sacred
cause of imperialism. Mr Farquharson, whose experience
was longer and whose nose presumably shorter than the
candidate's, never abandoned the Town Ward. Bingham
skirmished between the polling-booths and the committee
room. Horace Williams was out all day--Rawlins edited
the paper. The returns wouldn't be ready in time for
anything but an extra anyhow, and the "Stand to Arms,
South Fox," leader had been written two days ago. The
rest was millinery, or might be for all anybody would
read of it. The other side had a better idea of the value
of their candidate than to send him into the country.
Walter Winter remained where he was most effective and
most at home. He had a neat little livery outfit, and he
seemed to spend the whole day in it accompanied by intimate
personal friends who had never spoken to him, much less
driven with him, before. Two or three strangers arrived
the previous night at the leading hotels. Their business
was various, but they had one point in common: they were
very solicitous about their personal luggage.
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