These facts are well known to many of
us here, and I move that a ballot--"
Tobias Smith had been fidgeting uneasily in his seat while Strout was
speaking, and when he mentioned the word "ballot," he could restrain
himself no longer, but jumped to Bids feet and called out in his
stentorian voice, "Mister Moderator, I rise to a question of privilege."
"I have the floor," shouted Strout, "and I wish to finish my remarks.
This is only an attempt of the opposition to shut me off. I demand to be
heard!"
"Mister Moderator," screamed Abner Stiles, "I move that Mr. Strout be
allowed to continue without further interruption."
The Moderator brought his gavel down on the table and called out,
"Order, order." Then turning to Tobias, he said, "Mr. Smith, state your
question of privilege."
Strout sank into his seat, his face livid with passion; turning to
Stiles, he said, "This is all cooked up between 'em. You know you told
me you saw Smith and Stackpole and that city chap drivin' away from the
Deacon's house last Saturday mornin'."
Stiles nodded his head and said, "I guess you're right.
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