The daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1873-1877, 1876-02-03
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daily makes his walk of life along that
mating covered corridor which separates
the sarctum OF Gen. Webster from the
aristoeratic boudoir of Marshal Campbell.
MIR. Weiser, the rural deputy collector
of internal revenue, never having visited
the rogues' gallery, was obliged to make
inquiry as to the personnel OF the limo
cent young man OF the Times. He felt
somewhat disguised on learning that he
was triplets. and that the trio bore no re
semblance to each other. He was in.
formed as to the facial appearance of the
pencil pliers. Turning them over ia his
mind and repeating them in a voice audi
ole to himself, like the boy sent by his
mother to the store for soap. sugar and
starch, he waltzed up and down the cor
rider, looking after the object or objects Of
his search. He soon estied
MR. FRANK NEvINs,
of the Times, and, mildly informing him
that he wanted to see him OF important
business, took him enc side, when the
overture opened to about the following
score:
Are you the whisky reporter of the
Tines"
Yes, sir; | am one of them
My name is Weiser; | live in Rock
Island
L am glad to see you. Mr.. Weiser, and
how are things in Rock 1sland?" said the
reporter, quietly extending his dexter
lunch-grabber.
Things are very well in Rock Island,
thank you, gruffiy responded Weiser, not
noticing the extended hand
what can do for your complacent!y
inquired the reporter.
Did YOU write that article about me
few days ago charging me with aiding in
swindiing the government"
Nv ell, what of it?"
Its an outrageous lie, built up of
whole cloth, without the shadow of the
ghost of the spectre of the truth. "
i am sorry to hear it.
Il want an apology, and | want it
right now, land if don't get it Immediately,
we II have it out right here" proudly and
iercely shouted the enraged Deputy
Collector of Internal Revenue from Rock
Island
IF that's your little game, you can
have it out right here.
And the reporter drew out of his right
coatpocket one of the sweetest little silver
mounted seven-shooting pistols it was ever
the luck of a npfollower 10 rob dead
cavaryman of.
This sweet little lead-mlne openerthe re
porter held right under the nose and eyes
f the astonished Deputy Collector Of
internal Revenue from Rock Island.
Full ten seconds elapsed during which
neither spoke word. and both gazed with
sort of castiron gaze into the eyes of the
other.
''HoLDoN,"
said the man from Rock Island.
The reporter held onto his pistol
which he gently, and yet with great
deliberation, lowered to the site of his
arm0ry.
Let us talk this matter over quietly, -"
said the Deputy Collector of Internal
Revenue from Rock Island
The reporter consented.
The twain retired to an obscure corner
and talked it over
The result OF the hegotiu ton was that
the Times Of this morning 3D. V. and the
editor-in CHEF permitting) will contain an
explanation that the charges preferred ly
that paper against Weiser, the Deputy
Collector of Internal Revenue at Rock
Island, were against another man; and
that the item was one Of those unavoidable
mistakes, etc.
Wciser walked off. Tie tore the red
ribbon from his finger ana hereafter will
trust to his memory unaided
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