The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-10-10
MRS. ANNIE GREEN.
CHAPTER ".

up to merciless ridicule. The colonel sold his stock in the great daily, and deter mined to fight his way into congress, gave up all business, and seemingly without cal culating the chances of failure, entered the race.
 One evening, just after had finished my satire, and while was standing on a street corner, watching a procession oi laboring men, an old newspaper acquain- tance accosted me.
 Going to hear Colonel Browns speech ?" said he.
 "No, l don't care to hear him. What do you think of his chancesp"
 He'll go through like an eel. All the iaboring men are for him. In a speech last night he declared that he had with drawn from the paper which his intelli- gence and energy had made. simply be- cause the other stockholders objected to his advocacy of the workingman's cause" 1"
 "I suppose they believed him."
 "Of course, they did. My dear fellow, don't you know that shrewd politician can make laboring man believe almost anything. A large number of those peo- pie, you know, are ignorant, and while ignorance is sometimes vicious, it is nearly always credulous."
 "Are you going to vote for Brown ?" asked.
 "Well," he replied, shrugging his shoulders, [" have nothing to gain one way or another. He always treated me well enough when l WIS on his paper"
 My satire came out on the following day. It took like whisky in prohibition town. The evening papers copied it. Politicians read it to shouting crowds of iaboring men. Brown attempted to an swer 1t in speech which he endeavored to read from manuscript, but the crowd hissed him. The satire appeared anony- mously, and there was much speculation concerning its author, but fortunately, I was not suspected. say fortunately for did not care to be the hero of such an hour. Popular opinion underwent a change. The workingmen deserted Brown, and yielding to the importunities of sagacious friends, the self-sacriicing colonel withdrew from the race.
 The following evening sat in my room, glcating-yes, confess it-gloat- ing over Browns defeat. l had long known that he was treacherous man, but, while l worked for him, looked, with a charitable eye upon him. My musings were so pleasant that had yielded to the influence of a coneratu- latcry reverie when a rap on my door aroused me.
 "Come in."
 Colonel Brown entered. arose and requested him to be seated. He sat down, apparently without noticing me, and slowly began to take off his gloves. He spread his gloves over one of his knees, then, satisfied with the arrange ments, looked at me.
 !" Well," said l.
 "Barker-excuse me-My. Barker, some one has informed me that you are tue author of piece of-shall call it a piece of treachery3"
 Sl must grant you the liberty of ap- plying your own terms to your own sub jects of conversation" said |.
 Thank you," he rejoined.
 Mot at all, but what were you going b says Pray do not permit polite skir- mish to wave aside the battle"
 He grinned maliciously. "Yes, Ihave been told that you are the author of a piece of treachery that has villi6ed me. I refer to the so.called satire which re- csntiy appeared. Was I correctly in- termed 2s
 ! doubt not but that your informant oa ono occasion as least, was truthful peEson."
 Then you wrote it?9
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 < He srose and put his gloves into his pocist. His lips grew white and hia eyes axsnmsd n expression which in one S aaah sheSed me the deep baseness of his ] nalsrS,
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