Helena weekly herald. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1867-1900, 1880-09-02
HANCOCK AND FILDEN.
First Authentic Account of Their Great
Interview.
bennington HaWkeYe.l

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You see, Mr.. Tilden, remarked The Gel
elal, conndentlally, 1--WE are going to make
lively campaign of this. We will take Il
offensive from the start, and we must whoo
her up"
"Oh, yes !'"said the old man in an impre
sive whisper, that's all right; it is hoope
up now."
And he smiled at the General as one VIII
should encourage another to proceed, but i
different direction. The General echoed th
smile family, but hopefully, and hitched hi
chair little nearer.
You see, he went on, with kindling en-
thusiasm, Il am not much of a politician
and have everything to learn in the manage
ment of these things, but know we must PC
ahead of them at the start. You see ?"
,"'Oh. yes, yes, the old man replied in
whisper more intense than before. "Oh yes
that's all right. We've got head already
LIS headed up, too; he, he! Hoped up ant
right"
| And he smiled again, a smile that he seem
ed to think was full of comfort to his listener
The General looked at him earnestly, and s
little shadow of anxiety crept over his ans
wering smile.
"You understand, Mr.. Tilden," he said
presently, "that l need your advice anc
friendly counsel"
The old man bowed again. The General
looked up more hopefully, and went on:
"You see what | am trying to get at -
Eyes, yes, chuckled the old man, eagerly;
Il know; that's what they're all trying to
get at; yes, yes; they're all trying to get al
And in the pleasant mood which seemed to
have come upon him he made as though he
would have prodded the General in the ribs
with his bony forefnger, but suddenly drew
back. The General looked worried, but re-
turned to the charge with patient good nature.
II don't want to Make any bungling work
at the start" he said, "because--'
"No, no; no, no;' interrupted the old
man, earnestly mo bungling this time !;
you're right there; it's all right, never was
ounged up tighter; bung starter as big as
maui wouldn't start it oh yes, you're right
there no bungling this time
And the General fairly started, for as he
listened, he thought he heard the old man
whisper, under his breath, as sort of ap-
pendix, "Not darned bungle'' He set his
teeth hard, and looked i1f the old mans half
closed eyes.
'Mr. Tilden," he said, II will be frank
and open with you -"
''Open ?" said the old man, with An inter-
rogation point in his face. ''Oh, no, no.
Hoped up. Didn't you say hoop her up,
and didn't tell you yes, it was hooped up?
And headed, too? Oh, no, not open. No,
not open. N-n-o-t-t open. Oh, no." he
added with grave and earnest deliberation.
And then he looked at the General as
though he didn't exactly understand him.
The cold perspiration stood out on the Gen
erals brow in beaded drops
''Mr. Tilden, he said earnestly, ''listen to
me. You cannot, you must not, missppre-
bend me. Do not stop me; hear me through.
You cannot delay or avert the inevitable; you
cannot stave off"
"No," the o!d man said with startling
and discouraging energy. "No,
hats so. You're right there again. Not
'tave off. Tight as a drum" And be re-
oeated, with comfortable JUNCTION, flight as
/ drum; tight as drum. Not a hoop loose
or stave off"
The General turned uneasily in his chair,
md barely repressed groan. AS it was, he
ighed, and with an appealing glance into the
I'D mans eyes, he said:
"This increases my fears and doubles my
This adds"
"What adze 2" asked the old man quickly,
nd with suspicious glance at the Generals
ide pocket, as though he feared a concealed
Weapon or mechanical instrument. "What
DE ?" he repeated, in apparent alarm.
The General rose in despair, abstractedly
ubbing his hat the wrong way. AS he stood
ear the door, he said:
Il will leave you now. will call again,
nd may not trust that on another occasion
on will listen to me more intelligenty and
nter more zealously into my plans May
OF hope on, on"
'No ?" the old man said, with mild empha-
is, ''you may open nothing here; not even
watermelon ; not postal card. IhaYe no
me. have client who is"
He was suddenly silent, for he was alone.
'own the darkening street he saw the mag
ifcent form of superb figure, clad in the
olendid uniform of the senior Major-Gen
'al of the q. s. Army. The superb figure
as threshing the air with its splendid arms,
I'D now and then wildly kicking tree box
ith its magnificent legs. The f1ickering
rect LAMPS shone on handsome face con-
llsed with q variety of emotions, among
hich fat-footed wrath was prominent. The
d man could not hear distinctly the remarks
at fell from the finely chiselled lips, but
,w and then the breeze of the summer night a
afted back faint echoes of reservation pro- i
nifty and foot-hill objurgations and West
oint expletives.
The old man checked q sigh and turned it
to q smile.
He leaned forward 10 gaze at the dissp- q
caring tableau, and listened for further re- 8
arks. Y
But solitude reigned in the street, and only Il
ence Knocked his listening ears with voice .
IS quiet. I
The Superb was gone. r
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