The Wheeling Daily Register

Old-time Electioneering.

Many years ago, when Judge Robert
M. Charlton, of Savannah, was quite a
young man, he, in company with his
father, the Hon. U. H. Charlton, spent
every summer in the delightful village of
Clarksville, northeast Georgia. One day
Robert was passing along the streets of
Clarksville, and it happened to be election
day, members of Congress were
elected by what was called the general
ticket system, and not by districts, as
they now are), when he met a verdant
but honest voter of the mountains who
accosted him thus: "Mr. Charlton, are
you the man who is running for Congress?"

"No, sir. I am no candidate. My
father is, however. But may I ask you
why this inquiry?"

"Nothing, only I haven't voted yet."

"If it is not inconsistent with your feelings,
then, I would like you to vote for
my father."

"I would just as soon vote for him as
anybody."

Mr. Charlton thanked him, and, thinking
perhaps his friend was seeking a treat,
invited him into a neighboring tavern.

"What will you take?"

"I never drink anything, but I see
they have some ginger cakes. I'd as lief
take one of them as not."

"Very well. Give us a cake."

"My brother is in town with me."

"All right. Take him a cake, with my
respects."

Another cake was purchased and paid
for, and the two friends parted, the mountain-
eer to find his brother, and Mr. Charlton
to join his young friends in the parlor
hard by. Late in the evening our
verdant friend, very much to the surprise
of everyone, stalked into the parlor and
inquired for Mr. Charlton. Drawing
from his bosom a four by six inch cake,
he said, "Mr. Charlton, here's your cake.
My brother had voted afore I seed him."