Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1880-09-28

Hearing that there was some talk of fore
ing Col. Fair to run for the U. s. Senate
the APPEAL telegraphed to its San Francisc
news agent. Bill Shakespeare, to run up to tn
Nevada Block and send special report of tn
Col. He sends the following in that vel
known photographic style which has made hin
so popular on this coast:
Scene, l. A room in the Nevada Block
Col. Fair seated at table. Enter, Georg
Cassidy.
! Cassidy The citizens are mum.
Fair Touched you not the egitimasy of sharons res
| idence?
Cassidy did His contract with the Spring Vale.
Company
His hot work in the Yellow Jacket.
| The insatate greedness Of his desires.
His laZiness in office.
| His insult to the State His sagging sack.
| pointed cut the man as but
A hagsard pole and cartllaSinous maniklh
! Withal did infer your lineaments,
| Your sturdy form and nobleness of mind
| 70 II discipline with the three o'clock shift,
babe such Democrats as loved their countrys good
| Cry, Long live Colonel Fair, Nevada's Senator
Fair.A lid they SO?
| Cassidy-No So God help me, they spake not word
| But like dumb statues or breathless stones,
Stared at each other and looked deadly pale
| But when urged the same the voices cried
| g God save Uncle Jimmy of Union Con-
" Thanks, gentle citizens and friends" quoth /,
| g This generous applause and cheerful shout
Argues your wisdom and love for the barrel"
Eair-What tongueless blocks were they
| Will not, Mccarthy and his brethren come?
Cassidy-Hist they come.
Prepare yourself Take down that Con. Virginia map
| And feign to bury up your thoughts,
| f ell in the lowest level of the mine.
Enter D. Z. Mccarthy Major Stonehil Matt. Gamma
van, Grant Israel and cit zens
Cassidy-Welceme, my Lord
dance attendance here.
| think the duke will be spoke withal.
Enter Dick Dye from the inner roon]
Now, Dye, what your lord to my request
Dye-He doth entreat your grace
To visit him tomorrow next
He is now bent in ponderous meditation
Figuring withal upon the ore body in the ophr mine.
To draw him from his daily service
CassdyReturn, good Dye; tell him the editor is here
And the good politicians of the Comstock.
Dye-lll signify it to him, straight.
Cassidy-Ah, old pards, you see him as he is:
Not on the Geger Grade with reckless steeds
Whose gathering hoofs speed on to Steamboat Springs
Not like superintendent that we know,
But meditating with two deep inclines.
Stsnehill-Marry God defend his grace, should he say
Several-The Central Committee have not splitter in
his defend f ih the right
Ire enter Dye.
Cassidy-Ah Dye what says his grace?
Dye-He wonders to what end you have assembled
And fears, my lord, you mean no good to him.
Cassidy opens the door
Dye-See where he sits, betwixt two mining maps.
Two props of coin for Christian prince
McCarthy-See, in his hand a canvas sack he has,
True ornament to know mining man.
Fair (advancing)-M friends, whence comes this mob!
dc suspect have done some ohense which seems dis
gracious Nevadas and have to reprimand
my ignorance.
Stonehl-See here, old boy. New, the dead square.
Will you run fer Senator?
Fair-Thy hand good sir.
know that thou vert ever blunt of speech.
Did not answer, you might haply think
Tongue tied ambition
Citizen (exctedly) Tie up your tongue, my lord
But tie not up the sack.
Cassidy Put him out.
Mccarthy grabs the interruption and heaves it down
stairs.
Fair-And, as / said before,
Tongue tied ambition NOT replying yielded
To bear the yoke of moned sovereignty
Yeur love deserves my thanks but my desert
Unmerited shuns you high request.
McCarthy-By the fires Of hell, he runs not.
Come, citizens, will entreat man.
Exit Cass dy with citizens.
Dye-Call that doleful procession back.
If you deny them all the State will rue it.
Call them again, sweet prince
Fair-Will you enforce me with world Of cares
ELL call them again. Exit Dye am not made of stone
[Re-enter Cassidy with citizens
Nv Base Range cousin and fellow Democrats,
Since you would buckle fortune my back
To bear her burden wher l will or
When campaign scandal or foul faced reproach
Is hurled upon me from the enemy;
all, how far l am from desire OF this
(The crowd heard no more, but broke down |
stairs in body and made for the telegraph |
office.) 1851 words, collect.