The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1879-08-20

Now you may know who th'
dark horse" is in the coming polite
al campaign. He entered Grand
River avenue saloon yesterday, and
removing his coat, hat and collar he
confdentially asked for q private
word with the proprietor.
"Nopody ish here-you can spoke
away" was the reply, as the beer sell
Ter lazily rinsed glass.
"Are you aware" whispered the
stranger, as be put his nose almost
into the others face, "tbat this coun
try is on the eve of another stipend
GUS political struggle 2"
"Do you mean about dis hot ved-
der 2"
mo, sir! l mean that we are
soon to elect another President, and
that the campaign will be the hottest
ever known in the political history Of
this world, and you may draw me .
glass of beer"
"Vhell, doan' know much of poll.
ticks" said the other, and making no
move to fill the glass.
"That's it-thst's the key note ~
chuckled the old man as he slapped
him on the back. "The kind of men
to go into the next Cabinet are men
who have never been mixed up in
politics. I'm mighty glad came in
here, and you may draw me glass
of beer"
"Are you some politician? 2" quiet
ly asked the ssloonist after a pause,
and paying no attention to the re-
quest for beer.
"Ah! Lower your voice little !
Yes, Pm in politics. I'm the wicked
est wire-puller in this world. Pm the
greatest convention-pac on land or
sea. l get in more work at the polls
than any twenty men you ever saw,
and you may draw me glass of
beer"
"Who shall be der next President?n
carelessly inquired the other, as he
sat down on the head of the beer
keg.
The stranger tip-toed to the door,
closed and locked it, and then re-
turning to bis former position whis-
pered
"Tske a good square look at me !!
You now behold the next President
of the United States of America,
and you may draw me glass of
beer"
"You doan' look like some Bresi-
dents," observed the kind saloonist,
rs be gave the old man a looking
over.
ash! Don't give me away! You
See I'm from the masses. I'm the
dark horse, csntering along in the IN
derbrush. The people demand rep
of toll. That's me they
want honesty and integrity. That's
me again. They want q man who
knows hsy-stack from stonequarry
who can economize-who can't be
corrupted-who has pride enough for
the position, and yet not ashamed to
ride to q funeral in . one horse wag-
of which is me several times
over, and you may draw me glass
Of beer"
4Vhss party shall vote for You ?n
asked the beer man, after q minute Of
deep thought.
"AhI Eureka! Excelsior Selah !
That's the keynote again! When
he hour is ripe / step between the
TWO great parties, mash both and
iorm . third party on the ruins,
and you may draw me 9 glass of
beer"
"Well, / shsn't carry some torch
light procession on der street."
"Of course you won't. You keep
behind the currsnt bushes, say moth
ing, and when the time arrives you
will be offered the position Of Secreta-
y of War, and you may draw me o
glass of beer"
my peer ish ell gone"
"Very well. Then my appoint
nents are all gone; your name will
not be selected for the next Secretary
,f WAR;"
The old man began putting on his
,bings in q very decided way, and
when ready to 60 out turned and
said:
al am naturally kind hearted and
and I'll give you one more
chance. No beer, no Cabinet position
,nder the reign of the dark horse Of
1907
The saloonist shook his head.
"That settles it! A year hence you
might offer me q dozen glasses Of
beer, and / would not even appoint
you Postmaster-General! Good-day,
,ir!n
After the old man had been gone .
minute or so, the saloonist ran to the
door, called to him and waved his
hand, but the tide of fortune had pas
sed. The dark horse shook his head
IN Q determined manner. and called
back:
you've hunted up some beer with
} fly in it, but it's too late-too late ]"
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