Morning journal and courier., 1880-08-16
Hancock and TiIden.
First Authentic Account of Their Great
 Interview.

@~S~Oe~AAS Interview. From the Burlington Hawkeye.l ''You see, MT. Tilden remarked the cene ral confdentially, i've are going to make A
 lively campaign of this We will take the
 offensive from the start and we must whoop her up.'
 ''Oh, yes!' said the old man, in an impress sive whisper, 'that's all right; it is whooped up now"
 And he smiled at the general as one who should encourage another to proceed, but in | different direction. The general echoed ! the smile faintly but hopefully, and hitched l his chair little nearer ''You see, " he went on with kindline en- 1 thusiasm, T am not much of a politician. and
 have everything to learn in the management
 of these things, but I know we must get ahead
 of them at the start. You see?n 'EOh yes, yes, the old man replied, in | whisper more intense than before. ''Oh yes.
 that's all right We've got head already, It's
 headed up, too; he, he! Hoped up and
 headed up; you're right; yes, you're all
 right
 And he smiled again, smile that he see1I-
 ed to think was full of comfort for his listen
 CT. The general looked at him earnestly and
 a little shadow of anxiety crept over his an- swering smile.
 1 'You understand, MT TiIden." he said.
 presently, 'that need your advice and friend ly counsel''
 | The old man bowed again The general | looked more hopeful, and went on ''You see what am trying to get at-o 'SYes, yes," chuckled the old man, eagerly; | q know; that's what they're all trying to get l at yes, yes they're all trying to get at it. | Oh yes."
 And in the pleasant mood which seemed to l have come upon him he made as though he ! would have prodded the general in the ribs | with his bony forefnger but suddenly drew l back. The general looked worried, but re- n JuIth otia | ture'
 II don't wantto make any bungling work at the start" he said, ''because-'' No, no; no, nos" interrupted the old | man earnestly; mo bungling this time; you're right there it's all right, never was ! bunged up tighter; bung starter as big as l maui wouldn't start it; oh yes, you're right l 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 a sort of appen- 1 dix, Not a darned bungle." He set his l teeth hard and looked in the old mans half closed eyes.
 "Mr. Tilden,'' he said T will be frank and open with you-'' ''Open?'' said the man, with an interroga- I tion point in his face. ooh, no mo- Hoop 1 ed up. Didn't you say hoop her up, and didn't l tell you it was hooped up And head | ed, 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 l though he didn'tly exactly understand him. 1 The cold precipitation stood on the generals 1 brow in beaded drops ] ''Mr. Tilden," he said, earnestly, flisten to me. You cannot, you must not, misappre- bend me-. Do not stopm hear me through 1 You cannot delay or avert the inevitable; you | cannot stave off" 1 ING" the old man said with startling 1 promptness and discouraging energy. t'No l that's so. You're right there again. Not a 1 stave off. Tight as drum" And he repeat | ed with comfortable unction, '"Tight as a l drum tight a drum. Not hoop loose or 1 stave off,
 1 The general turned uneasily in This chair
 and barely repressed groan. As it was, he | sighed, and with an appealing glance into the | old mans eyes, he said: | ''This increases my fears and doubles my l responsibilities. This adds" What adze ?" asked the old man quickly, l and with a suspicious glance at the generals | side pocket, as though he feared concealed weapon or mechanical instrument. ''What l adze?" he repeated, in apparent alarm. 1 The general rose in despair, abstractedly
 rubbing his hat the wrong way As he stood 1 near the door, he said: 1T will leave you now. will call again, 1 and may net trust that on another occasion | you will listen to me more intelligentIy and
 enter more zealously into my plans ? May I | uOG nope,
 l Mop the old man said, with mild empha- sis, ''you may open nothing here; not even
 Q watermelon; not postal card. have no | time. I have a client who is-'' | He was suddenly silent, for he was alone. Down the darkened street he saw the magni- fcent outlines of superb figure, clad in the 1 splendid uniform of the senior major general
 of the United States army. The superb fig
 ure was thrashing the air with it's splendid
 arms, and now and then wildly kicking tree
 box with it's magnificent legs The fickering 1 street lamps shone on handsome face con 1 vulsed with a variety of emotions, among 1 which fat-footed wrath was prominent. The
 old man could not hear distinctly the re-
 marks that fell from the finely chiseled ! lips, but now and then the breeze of the sum- 1 mer night waited back faint echoes of reser- vation profanity and foot-hil objurgations l and West Point explosives. ] The old man checked a sigh and turned it l into smile.
 He leaned forward to gaze at the disap- bearing tableau, and listened for further re- marks.
 But solitude reigned in the street and only | silence mocked his listening ears with voice. l less quiet.
 The Superb was gone.