THE STORY OF THE NONPARTISAN LEAGUE 



Evans told me he had all the time a feeling 

 that it was useless, but he was so vexed that 

 he drove home without selling his wheat and 

 the next day piloted the same load to Browns- 

 ville. He said that as he left the precincts 

 of the Jason elevator he saw through the 

 window the manager at the telephone, but 

 did not until later ascribe any significance 

 to that fact. 



The next day he drove six miles to Browns- 

 ville, where the equally large and imposing 

 elevator bore on its side the words, "Farmers' 

 Grain Company," which struck him with a 

 note of cheer. If farmers were in the grain 

 business they would surely treat other farm- 

 ers fairly. 



The elevator man came out and there fol- 

 lowed the same play of sampling the load 

 and rolling wheat about in the hands. 



"No. 4," says the elevator man, at the 

 conclusion of this performance. '*You see 

 there is so much shriveled wheat in it and so 

 much cockle." 



Evans protested as before. ''Why, you're 

 lucky to get that!" said the elevator man. 

 **I doubt if it will make No. 4 on the Minne- 

 sota inspection. It will probably go in as 

 Rejected and then I'll get hell." 



Evans inquired what was the price for No. 

 4. The man took down a Minneapolis mar- 

 ket report. "It was selling at sixty-eight 



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