Daily Republican., 1880-08-14
HANCOCK AKD TILDEN.
Ftrst Authentic Account OF the
QPAmt Interview,

First Authentic Account OF their
Crest Interview.
From the Burlington Hawkeye.
"YOu see, Mr.. Tilden," remarked
tho General, oonfdentially, 1--WE are
going to make lively campaign Of this.
We will take the offensive from the
start, and we must whoop her up"
"0h, yes I" said the old man, in an
impressive whisper, "that's all right !;
ii is hooped up now"
And he smiled at the General Is one
who should encourage another to pro-
coed, but in different direction. The
General echoed the smile family, but
hopefully, and hitched his chair lit
tie nearer.
"You see," he vent on, with kin.
ding enthusiasm, 81 am not much Of
a politician, and have everything to
learn in the management Of these
things, but ! know We must get ahead
Of them at the start. You see."
"0h yes, yes" the old man replied
in whisper more intense than before.
"oh yes, that's all right. We've got
ahead already. It's headed up, too /;
he, he Hoped up and headed up !;
You're right; oh yes, you're all
right"
And he smiled again, q smile that he
seemed to think was full of comfort for
his listener. The General looked at
him earnestly, and little shadow OF
anxiety crept over his answering
smile.
"You understood, Mr.. Tilden," he
said presently, ''that l need your adj
vice and friendly COUNSEL"
The old man bowed again. The Gen
eral looked up more hopefully, and
went ou:
'You see what am trying to get
at"
ayes, yes" chuOkled the old man
eagerly ~ know that's what they're
all trying to get at yes, yes, they're
all trying to get at it. Oh yes"
And iu 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 fore
finger, but suddenly drew back. The
General looked worried, but returned
to the charge with paint good nature.
81 don't want to make any bungling
work at the start" he said, "bs-
CAUSE"
"No, no, no." interrupted the old
man earnestly; ''no bungling this
time you're right there; it's all right,
never was bunged up tighter; . bung
starter a. big as maui wouldn't start
It oh yes, you're right there; no bun
Cling this time.
And the General fairly started, fol
as he listened he thought he heard the
old man whisper, under his breath, Of
o sort Of appendix, mot darned bun.
gle." He set his teeth hard, and
looked in the old mans half-closed
eyes.
"Mr. Tilden," he said, 81 will be
frank and open with you"
"Open9" said the old man, with an
Interrogation point in his face. "oh,
NO, not open. No, not open. Knott
or. en-. 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 Precipitation stood out
on the Generals brow in beaded drops
"Mr. Tilden," he said earnestly,
"listen to me. You cannot, you mus
not, misapprshend me. Do not stoT
me; hear me through. You canns'
delay or avert the inevitable you can
not stave Of"
"No," the old man said with start
ling promptness and discOuraging en-
erGy. "No, that's so. You're righ
there again. Not stsve of. Tight a
a drum" And he repeated, with com
Portable JUNCTION, flight as = drum
tight as = drum; not a hoop loose o.
a stave off,"
The General turned uneasily in hi
chair, and barely repressed groan. Al
it was, he sighed, and with an appeal
ing glance into the old mans eyes, h
said
"This increases my fears and doubles
nv responsibilities. This adds"
"What adzs 7" asked the old man
quickly, and with a suspicious glance
at the Generals side pocket, as though
he feared concealed weapon or :
mech anioal instrument. "What adze y
he repeated, in apparent alarm.
The General rose in despair, abstract
edly rubbing his hat the wrong way
As he stood near the door, he said:
81 will leave you now. will cal
again, and may l not trust that OF
another occasion you will listen to mi
more intelligently and enter more zeal
ously into my planss May not hope
on" ..r ..r,-
"No I" the old man said, with milo
emphasis "you may open nothlni
here not even q watermelon not
postal card. have no time. ! have
client who is"
He was suddenly silent, for he wa
alone. Down the darkening street h,
saw the magnificent outlines Of superl
fzure, clad in the splendid uniform o
the Major General Of the United stateI
Army. The superb figure was thrash
ing the air with its splendid arms, anc
now and then wildly kicking tree DO,
with its magnificent legs. The flicker
ing street lamps shone on handsome
face convulsed with q variety OF emo
lions, among which fat.footed wratf
was prominent. The old man could mo-
hear distinctly the remarks that fel
from the finely chiselled lips, but nov
and then the breeze Of the SUMMED
night waited back faint echoes Of reser
walton profanity and foot-hill oblurgs
tons and West Point explosives.
The old man checked q sigh ans
turned It into smile. :.
He leaned forward to gaze at the dis
appearing tableau, and listened fo'
further remarks.
But solitude rsigned In the street