Gold Hill daily news. [volume] (Gold Hill, N.T. [Nev.]) 1863-1882, 1880-08-24
pANcock AND TllDEN.
First Authensie Account OF Their
Great lntsrsisw.
Burlington Harkeye.

Burlington Harkeye.
..You see, Mr.. Tilden." remarked the
General couhdentislly, i've are going to
make q lively campaign OF this. We
will take the offensive from the start,
and We must whoop her up"
..Oh. yesi'' said the old man In an
impressive whisper. "that's all right; 1t
is hooped up now"
And he smiled at the General as one
who should encourage another to pro-
coed, but in a diff, rent direction. The
General echoed the smile family. but
hopefully, and hitched his chair . little
nearer. -
"You sss," he went on with kindling
enthusiasm, ~ am not much Of poll
tician, and have everything to learn IN
the management Of these things, but /
know We must get ahead Of them at the
start. You seer"
"Oh yes, yes" the old man replied.
in q whisper more intense than before.
"Oh yes, that's all right. We've got .
head already. It's headed up. too; he,
bel Hoped up and headed up; you're
right; yes, you're all right"
And be smiled again, q smile that be
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 understand. Mr.. Tildsn," he
said, presently. "that I need your advice
and friendly counsel"
The old man bowed again. The Gen.
ersl looked up more hopefully, and went
on:
'You see what I I'M trying to get
at"
Eyes, yes" chuckled the old man.
eagerly; "I know; that's what they're
all trying to get at. Oh yes"
And in the pleasant mood which
seemed to have come upon him he made
as though he would have proddsd the
General in the ribs with his bony fore
finger. but suddenly drew back. The
General looked worried. but returned to
the charge with patient good nature.
81 don't want to make any bungling
work at the start" he said, "~because-"
mo. no; NO. MOI interrupted the old
man. earnestly; mo buugling this time;
you're right there; It's all right, never
was bungsd up tighter; 9 buug.starter
as big as a maui wouldn't start II; oh.
yes. you're right there; no bunslins
this time"
And the General fairly started, for as
he listened, be thought he heard the old
mau whisper. under his breath. as q
sort OF appendix, mot q darned bum
gle." He set his teeth hard and looked
in the old mans half.elossd eyes.
"Mr. T~ilden." he said, II will DO
frank and open with you"
"opsn?" said the old man. with an
interrogation point in his face. "Oh,
no. no. Hoped up. Didn't you say
hoop her up. and didn't I tell you yes.
it was hoped upf Aud headed toof
oh. no.. not open. No, not OPEN. Not
o.p-s. n. Oh mol" he added with grave
aud earnest elaboration. .
And then he looked at the General
as though he didn't exactly understand
him. The cold perspiration stood out
on the Generals brow in beaded drops.
"Mr. Tilden." he said earnestly, ''lis-
ten to me. You cannot. you must not,
misapprehend me. Do not stop me;
hear me through. You cannot delay or
avert the inevitable; you cannot stsve
off,"
"No," the old man said with startling
promptness and discouraging energy.
mo, that's so. You're right there
again. Not a stavs of. Tight as .
drum" And no repeated with comfort.
able JUNCTION. flight a. o drum; tight a.
q drum. Not q hoop loose or o stavs
off,"
The General turned uneasily In his
chair. and barely rspressed q groan. As
1t was. he sighed. and with an appealing
glance into the old mans eyes. he said:
This increases my fears and doubles
my responsibilities. This adds"
"what adzs 2" asked the old man
quickly. and with q suspicious glance at
the Generals side pocket, as though he
feared q concealed weapon or 4 mechan.
icsl instrument. "What adzs 2" he re-
peated. In apparent alarm.
The General rose In despair, abstract
eddy rubbing his hat the wrong way. As
he stood near the door, he said
~ will leave you now. i will call
again. and may l not trust that on an
other occasion you will listen to me
more intelligently and enter more zeal.
ously into my plansf May not hope
on"
.No!" the old man said. With mild
emphasis. lyon may open nothing here;
not even q watermelon; not q postal
card; I have no time. l have . client
who is"
He was suddenly silent. for he was
alone. Down the darkening street no
saw the magnificent outlines OF q superb
figure, clad in the splendid uniform Of
the senior Major-G General Of the United
States Army. The superb figure
was thrashing the air with It's
splendid arms. and now and then
wildly kicking o tree.boI with its mag
n~iiceut legs. The Pickering street.
lamps shone on O handsome face con.
vulsed with a variety OF emotions. among
which flat.footed wrath was prominent.
The old man could not hear distinctly
the remarks that fell from the finely.
chiselled lips, but nov and then the
breeze OF the summer night waited back
faint echoes Of reservation profanity
aud foot-hill objurgations and West
Point explosives.
The old man checked a sigh and
turned 1t into q smile. He leaned for.
ward to gaz. at the disappearing tableau,
and listened for further remarks.
But solitude reigned In the street, and
only silence Knocked his listening ears