The Arkansaw traveler., 1889-04-06

the first two real bad, but he Is not liable to be treated for the last.
 Well, was busy writing the editorial for Lige. In the next room, where they could hear every thing that was said, was Russell Harrison, Ben's son, the heir apparent, and the presidents dark mahogany colored stenographer.
 had just written the headline, "The Decay of the Democratic Party, when noticed an aromatic smell not unlike that which prevails when barkeep empties c pail of slops into the street looked up, and there stood that slab sided razor backed, lop- cared, pigeon toed fraud Buck Sim mons, of Crosby county, who has been indicted four times, and who a friend of mine. Of course, he under the influence.
 "Why, Kurnel, darn my skin but I've not seen you in six months" says the visitor.
 "I know 1t, Buck, but haven't complained" replied, motioning him to keep of, for l had had all the fun cared for with that sort of friends from Texas. Besides, heard the nigger stenogra- pher say to Russ Harrison, "Dar's anuder one of dem Ku- -Kluxers from Texas. don't bleeve your fader likes 1t wuff a cent"
 "But, Kurnel, promised the boys to come and sec yer, and want to ful6ll my promise" resumed Buck Simmons.
 out illfulling yourself with whisky. They ought to have kept you In Texas Go home!" said I shunting of his whisky laden breath with news paper.
 "Why, Kurnel"
 "If you have no objections, I'll keep on at my writing, Pll feel if wasn't wasting my time, I remarked sarcastically, and resumed my labors on the Tribune editorial. wrote:
 "The journalistic warts of the Democratic press, the poor, slimy, mildewed, corpse faced Bourbon ink-sngers the sizzle. souled insinuating whffets suffering from mental paralysis, assert that the negroes are deprived of the right of suffrage in the south, but they lie, and their sanderous souls are imbued with the electric fires of perdition."
 "Say, Kurnel, did you know that the grand jury of Crosby county has indicted you and me for stealn' the ballot in that nigger precinct ?" interrupted my 6ete nOtr to use a word have acquired and am now using for the first time.
 "De Lord help us, Mister Russel, did you heah what dat Texas Ku-Klux done said ? De president gwinter know what sort ob man dat Bill Snort am" said the colored stenogrspher in the next room.
 Says I, as calmly as I could," "Mr. Buck Sim mons, go home and go to work, and don't stay here and embarrass this administration any more."
 "Me work1 Why, Kurnel, you know the Yankees shot me in the gizzard at Fort Pillow, where we killed all them niggers I can't work"
 "De Lawd! de Lswdl jess listen to dat arr" said the bronze stenographer, trembling. Confederate Soldiers Home at Austin yawning for you, and if you don't hurry up you'll miss the next train?"
 That did not work, for he said hilariously:
 "Kurnel, come out and let's take in the town like we uster down in Texas" and before could pre-. vent it he had slapped his heels together and gave the rebel yell, "Yii yi yi~ right there in the White House It made the windows rattle, and horses ran away on Pennsylvania Avenue. It took three policemen to get Buck to his new hotel. The colored stenographer can't be found. Russ Harrison looks as pale piece of tripe, and l feel as If something was going to happen.
 If it wasn't that Harrison actually needs me to break up the solid south, I'd go back to Texas Besides, Carrie has always treated me so politely that hate to leave the administration in the lurch just at this crisis This being the power behind the throne is not much of a pastime as the outside world generally supposes.
 Your friend, BILL SNORT.