Daily Republican., 1879-08-07
Tho " Dark Horse OF 1880.

horse IS IN the coming p0lltlcal can
: paign. He entered Grand River avs
nue. saloon yesterday, when the da
was hottest, and removing his coat, ha
and collar he confidentialIy asked for
private word with the proprietor.
"Nobody is here-you can sphok
away" was the reply ,as the beer sell
er lazily rinsed glass.
| "Are you aware, " whispered tn
stranger, as he put his nose almost int
the others face, "that this country
on the eve of another stupendous poll
tical struggle" ?"
"Do you mean dis hot vedder 2"
No, sir mean that We are soo1
to elect another President, and that tn
campaign will be the hottest eve
knewn in the political history of thi
world, aud you may draw lne glass 0
beer. "
"Vell, don't know much Of boli
ticks" said the other, making NJ
effort to fill the glass.
"That's it-that's the key note ! '
chuckled the old man, as he slapped
him on the back. "The kind of mel
who 20 into the next Cabinet are mer
who have never been mixed up in poll
tics. am mighty glad that came il
here, and you may draw me glass o
beer.
"Are you some politicians ?" quiet
ly asked the saloonist after pause
and paying no attention to the request
for beer.
"Ah Lower your voice little. Yes,
am in politics. I'm the wickedesI
wire puller in the world. Pm the
greatest conXention packer on land OF
sea. get lhSre work at the polls than
any twenty men you ever saw, and you
may draw me glass of beer, F"
"Who shall be der next PRESIDENT ~
carelessly inquired the other, as he sat
dow II on the head of beer keg.
The stranger tip-toed to the door,
closed and locked it, and returning to
his former position whispered:
Take good square look at me
You now behold the next President OF
the United States of America, an | you
may draw me glass Of beer. p"
Ycu doan' look like some Bresi
dents," observed the saloonist, as he
gave the old man look over.
"Sh! Don't give me away! You
See | am from the masses. Pm the
dark horse, cantering along in the un
derbrush. The people demand rep,
resentative of toll. That's me. They
want honesty and integrity. That's
me again. They want man who
knows haystack from stone quarry
who can communicating can't be
corrupted-who has pride enough for
the poaition, and yet not ashamed to
ride to funeral in a one horse wagon
all of which is me several times over
and yon may draw Inc glass of beer. I"
"Vhat barty shall vote for you !"
asks the beer man, after a minute Of
deep thought.
"Ah Eureka Excelsior! Slab :.
That's the key note again When the
hour is rip. step between the two
great parties, mash both and form a
third party on the ruins, ard you may
draw me glass of beer. "
"Vell, shan't carry some torch
light PROFESSIONS on der street. "
"Of coarse. you won't. You keep
behind the currant bushes, say nothing,
and when the time arrives you wtll
be- offered the position of Secretary of
War, and you may draw me glass of
beer"
My peer ish all gone. -
"Very well. Then my appcint.
ments are all gone, your name will not
be selected for the next Secretary of
War"
The old man began putting on his
things in very decided way, and
when ready to 90 out turned and said !:
~ am naturally kind hearted and
forgivint, and III give you one more
chance. No beer, no Cabinet position
under the reign Of the dark horse Of
1880" y"
The saloonist shook his head.
"That settles it ! A year hence you
might offer me a dozen glasses OF beer,
and would not even appoint you
Postmaster General! Good day, siri {"
After the old man had been gone a
minute or so, the saloonist ran to the
door and called to him and waved his
hand, but the tide of fortune had
passed. The dark horse shook his
head in a determined manner, and
called back:
"You have hunted up some beer with
q fly in it, but 1t is too late-too late :"
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