San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1889-01-14
SPECIAL CORRESPONDENTS.
An OverhaulinR of Roger O. Mills
The Prospective Premier and
the Present "Petered
OUT

WASHINGTON, Jan. 18th, 1889.
The Daily LIGHT:
A dissolving view of the fond ex-
pectations of the late Premier of the
| House may not prove palatable to his
Texas admirers, though enjoyable to
| the political minority there.
:" Is there no constancy in earthly
things! No happiness, but what must
altern?
R.Q. Mills is an altered man; but
shrivelled remnant of his ephemeral
puff-upedness remains.
The Corscana prohibition that was,
and the opponent of sumptuary laws
that is, are political and intellectual
antipodes poor pensioner on the
bounties of an hour; the killing post
has struck him. The mans mind is
nearly unbalanced at the loss of
cabinet position, and his reelection
| to the House fills not the aching void.
The week before the election r. O.
started east ON a starring tour, to
| teach somnolent Yankees of the EN-
pire state what dwelling idiots they
were on the tariff. Then he didn't
care a copper whether his posses
sions in Texas were surrounded by q
chalk mark or enclosed by bois
dare hedge. His fairness had
promised him cabinet place, bay
ards place will just suit me-" He
fancied the great seal within his
| grasp.
His son Charley, who is so intense
ly English, you know, that his cards
are dudistfcally stamped "Charl,"
was sent into the 9th Texas district to
hold nominal possession while the
pere set his trap for bear.
| The free traders starring tour
among the Yanks did not prove a
success, as on the first night he
| threw his hat into the ring
| he was seized with fainting fit, that
sadly modified the oratorical triumph
| announced on the bill, and on his
second attempt he was prostrated by
an attack of vertigo, and was carried
| from the stage. He soon saw that his
obesity had lost his rabbit foot, can
celled his presidential engagement,
| threw up the great seal, hurried back
| to Washington, where he found a tele-
gram from "CharW telling him pro-
hibitionist tornado was sweeping over
| his field-that the fence cutters were
| at work.
That recently despised possession at
once assumed the proportions of a
principality, and Roger said Good
| bye, dear Grover, good bye" and, fly
ing light, took the first train south,
| leaving blanched faces in his home on
| G.. street, as all felt that Dad now was
under the hay.
Before leaving here he declared him
self as very much discouraged at the
| outlook east.
What caused him 10 make that hur-
ried trip south of the line can only be
surmised; but that it was not to gain
votes by the persuasion of elOquence
is proven by the fact that he did not
| reach his district until Saturday be
| fore the election. 1t was perhaps TO
| assure himself thBt there would be
free ballot and fair count. In 1886
| his district was deemed very shaky,
and shortly before the election he
paid visit to Washington county,
and it went democratic through frauds
that made ita political plague spot,
to use the expression of a senator from
! the Empire state.
| Cleveland's defeat struck him and
the members of his household
with dynamite force-in fact wrung
tears from the more sympathetic of
them. This is no fancy sketch, but
truthful relation ofthe facts.
The man who so lately held
despotic sway over the house is all
broke up; saws the air with his hands
as he restlessly PAGES his room; and it
is no infrequent occurrence for him to
be Frustrated by vertigo, in which he
becomes black in the face. Since the
election, with the exception of few
days passed in Connecticut, he has Sc
Guided himself in his home on G
street, utterly unable mentally and
physically to attend to his congress
siOnal duties.
IT'S said that
Full many stole eye and aspect
stern,
Masks hearts where grief has little
left to learn,
but his modification and wretched-
ness are beyond the power Of conceal
ment. If he had to assume for a min
ute the attitude of Patience on a
monument" he would burst with grief
as quick as bladder with an eighty
pound boy hopping on it. Hope is
dead within him, and ambition is an
unknown quantity. He has sounded
the shoals of fame, but now reaches
its depths, though sunk deep in mis-
ery.-NeXt, for the place that knows
him now will not two years hence;
yet, tits barbarous to insult fallen
foe; still he was the product of bar
barous political system, carefully cul-
tivated by the keeper of the national
fence, under a sectional license.
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