Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-08-04

II would not take that from any man, not
even if he was as big as grain elevator
"The Senator from Maine," said Mr..
Sherman, as if to himself, while he pushed
the table up against the wall-.'the Senator
from Maine: believe, pays taxes on a large
estate, though when the war broke out he
was editor of a one horse country newspaper
and his income since then has never exceed
ed SIS, 900 year.
"John Sherman Kissed Mr.. Blaine in o
voice of deadly emphasis, 'speople who live
in First National ba
Standing proudly erect the secretary of
the treasury whistled, with the clearness and
resonance of silvery Ginning bell, the first
three bars of the "Mulligan Guards
They clinched and rolled over and over
upon the carpet with the fury of tigers. At
that instant the door was burst open and
Congressman Reed dashed in.
Gentlemen, for heavens sake,'' he shout
ed, "cease this fratricidal strife. Don't
arouse the hotel! Here, Jim, get off of him;
Secretary Sherman, let 60 of Senator Blaine's
ear
"You Cheerful IDIOT . hoarsely painted
MIR. Blaine, ''you keep away or there'l be
greenbacker chosen in the Portland district
next year. can lick any Ohio man that
whistles the 'Mulligan Guards at me. He
can't get in any of his political assessment
work here, you bet.''
Let us alone, growled Mr.. Sherman, or
when you're elected to stay at home you'll
not be made collector at Whoopee Til
make this white plumed knight think whole
Memphis and Little Rock train is running
over him.
The painting combatants clinched again,
but Mr.. Reed threw himself upon them, ex-
claiming, "Stop! stop! There's a World
correspondent in the next room. He'll hear
it all.''
The antagonists staggered to their feet,
gasping for breath, and glazing at each
other.
CHOW, gentlemen said MIR. Reed, I
know nothing of the merits of this quarrel,
but, SO help me heaven, there has got to be
harmony in the party. If you want to fight
wait till after the elections you'll have lots
of leisure then. Shake hands, or I'll pound
on the wall and call the World correspond
ent in. That's right now, Secretary Sher-
man. I'll send out for man that'll paint
your eye SO that no one will ever guess that
anything is wrong with is; meanwhile will
ring for an oyster which you had better hold
against it, AS for you, Mr.. Blaine, I'll send
you pair of my pants ~ don't think you
can ever get those mended1and give you
some court-plaster to put on your ear.
''1'm sorry I hit you, John,' said Mr..
Blaine, .but you shouldn't have aggravated
me. Come up to Augusta and see me trim
my asparagus. You are on the rural racket,
/ believe.''
Il beg your pardon, Jim, for aggravating
you, said the secretary, land when 1 visit
your Sabine farm I'll give you some new
points about repairing fences.''
The gentlemanly clerk at the Preble has
never in his experience had an order for one
oyster without any fxings, and can't ac-
count for the hasty and secret visit of a
journeyman painter to the parlor occupied
by Messrs. Sherman and Blaine, except upon
the hypothesis that some confidential ne
gotlatlons are going on with the Greenback-
ers. The following item is from the Port
land EOe,as'ay Journal:
RUNAWAY Aoo1DENT.-As Secretary Sher-
man and Senator Blaine were driving to. day
IN lonely part of the suburbs the horse be
came frightened and ran away, overturning
the carriage and throwing out the occupants.
Mr.. Blaine escaped with few scratches in
the ear and slight damages to his clothing,
and Mr.. Sherman with q trifling confusion
upon the cheekbone. Congressman Reed,
who happened to be passing, caught the
horse after it had proceeded short distance,
and the vehicle being righted, escorted the
distinguished visitors home.
l am somewhat cramped from nv long
confinement under the sofa, and SO defer fur.
Their particulars about the campaign till to-
morrow.