Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1880-09-15
HANCOCK AND TILDEN.
First authentic Account of Their Great
Interview.


lyon see, Mr.. Tilden, remarked the
General, confdentially, 1--WE are going to
make lively campaign of this. We shall
take the offensive from the start, and we
must whoop her up.
"Oh yes !" said the old man, in an I'M
pressive whisper. that's all right it is
hooped 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 family, but hopefully,
and hitched his chair little nearer
You see, he-went on, with kindhng
enthusiasm, am not much of poltti-
clan, and have everything to learn IN the
management of these things, but l know
we must get ahead OF them at the start.
You see ?"
''Oh yes, yes, the old man replied, in II
whisper more intense than before. ''Oh
yes, that's all right. We've got ahead al
ready. It's headed up. too, he, he, he
Hoped up and headed up; you're right
yes. you're all right"
And he smiled again, a 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 understand, Mr.. Tlden," he said
presently, "that need your advice and
friendly counsel,
The old man bowed again. The General
looked up more hopefully, and went on
"You see what l am trying to get at"
eyes, yes" chuckled the old man,
eagerly; II know; that's what they're
all trying to get at +; yes, yes they're all
trying to get at it. Oh yes"
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 forefinger. 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
"No, 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 as
big as maui wouldn't start it; on, yes,
you're right there; no bunghng this time. "
And the General fairly started, for us he
listened he thought he heard the old man
whisper under his breath, as a sort of ap-
pendix, Mot darned bungle.' He set
his teeth hard and looked in the old man 5
half.closed eyes
"Mr. Tildeu, " he said, 81 will be frank
and open with you"
"Open?" said the old man, with an in
terrogation point in his face, "0h, 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 delibera-
ton.
And then he looked at the General a.
though he didn't exactly understand him.
The cold perspiration stood out on the
Generals brow in beaded drops.
"Mr Tilden," he said earnestly, " listen
to me. You cannot, you must not, misap-
prehend me. Do not stop me; hear me
inevitable; you cannot stave off"
"No," the old man said with startling
promptness and discouraging energy. mo,
that's so. You're right there again. Not
a stave off Tight as a drum" And he
repeated with comfortable junction, Tight
as drum; tight as drum. Not hoop
loose or a stave off.
The General turned uneasily in his chair
and barely repressed 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 adze?" asked the old man
quickly, and with a suspicious glance at
the Generals side-pocket, as though he
feared concealed weapon or mechanical
instrument. "What adze ?" he repeated.
in apparent alarm.
The General rose in despair, abstractedly
rubbing his hat the wrong way. AS he
stood near the door, he said
81 will leave you now. 1 will cali
again, and may | not trust that on another
occasion you will listen to me more intelli-
gently and enter more zealously into my
plans? May | not hope, on"
!" the old man said, with mild en.
phasis, "you may open nothing here; not
even watermelon not postal card. I
have no time. have client who is"
He was suddenly silent, for he was
alone. Down the darkening street he saw
the magnificent outlines of superb figure,
clad in the splendid uniform of the senior
Major General of the United States Army.
The superb figure was thrashing the air
with its splendid arms, and now and then
wildly kicking a tree box with its magnif-
cent legs. The f;ckering street lamps
sEone on a handsome face convuised with
variety of emotions, among which fiat
footed wrath was prominent. The old
man could not hear distinctly the remarks
that fell from the finely chiseled lips, but
now and then the breeze of the summer
night waited back faint echoes of reserva-
ton profanity and foot-hill obiurgations
and West Point expletives.
The old man checked a sigh and turned
it into smile.
He leaned forward to gaze at the dsap-
pearing tableau, and listened for further
remarks.
But solitude reigued in the streets, and
only silence moched his listening ears with
voiceless quiet.
The Superb was gone.
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