Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1880-09-24
4 Campaign incident.


Brchts' present political pilgrimage,
occurred at Seattle. last Tuesday, of
which the local papers very slnGn-
larry make but passing m"ution. 1t
appears that the Republican nomi-
nee, probably ac;uated by that Tarsi-
monv for which he is so noted, failed
to Telegraph his contemplated move
ments and made the passage on the
Messenger, arriving III the middle Of
the afternoon instead of tie evening,
bv the steamer .1iuu' .Ntrat1, as was
expected by TIE Committee. The
stalwartS had, OF course, arranged
the usual clap-trap performance, to
take place on the arrival of the latter
boat. When the Messenger had tied
up at the wharf, Mr. Brents in
sadness and solitude quietly wendell
his way to the usual Republican
headquarters, the New England
Hotel, deposited his carpet-bag,
registered his name, and presently,
with detected air, sailed forth.
Who should be the first ono he met
but Mr.. Baxter, chairman Of the
Republican committee, who had Just
let the contract for manufacturing an
unlimited manifestation of JOY On the
arrival of the standard nearer of the
party. Almost thunaer-struck with
surprise ne exclaimed: Where did
vou come from? How did YOU get
here % 81 came from Tacoma by
the .NeSso',yr,' was the reply.
Well, you've played hob" was the
very comforting rejoinder, " we're
getting up reception, and now
you've knocked it higher than a kite.
But where have you put up?' cat
the New England" faltered poor B.
I thought that was the Republican
Hotel" Yes, yes, it used to be e;
but then you see there is an object
to gain. You are to stop at the De-
cidental." After some further par
ley, Mr.. Brents was instructed to
capture his carpet-bas and take up
his quarters at the Occidental, and
remain carefully concealed from
public Wow until the friendly shades
of evening might afford a means
whereby the original programme
could be carried out. Night came
on, and at the usual hour the steamer
her wharf. At the sound
OF her whistle, the saloons dissorged
their usual quota OF useful stalwarts,
the band struck up, the cannon
doomed and the crowd assembled
on the wharf. AS the lines were
cast ashore, somebody on board
inquired " What is all this racket
about ?" "Oh, we came down to
receive Brents," was the reply.
&c Brents, be hauged' was the irrev-
Grant response He isn't aboard"
Is Yes he is, persisted the stalwart,
Sc There he is nowr'-as his eye
discried the form of Mr.. B., who
had jumped aboard the steamer, and
was then defending the gangway.
Immediately the band struck up
g Hail to the Chief" the Fallstaffian
procession fell into line, and every
thing would have fallen out accord
lnG to programme, if it had not
been for the presence of q poor
demented creature, a devont admir-
Ell of Republicanism, who ranged
herself alongside of Mr. Brents,
aid whenever the music of the band
did not drown her voice was heard
-" More power, Mr..
Brents!" Even the beautiful blue
light effect of the balcony scene at
the hotel was somewhat marred by
the interpretations of this ardent
supporter, and the refrain "More
power, Mr.. Brents!' rose strong and
clear over the silvery accents of the
gentleman who had been to Wash
ington. These casual incidents
made averi'ab.e" Comedy of Errors"
of what otherwise would have been
a very prosy affair.
Miss Mary e. Davis is tie Demo-