San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1892-01-28
Griggs held a paper up and read:

Griggs held a paper up and read:
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FIRST BALL OF THE CONGRESSIONAL CAMPAIGN
SET IN MOTION BY THE HANDo OF
ALONZO ADOLPHUS MIGGLES.
PoMPEY SMASH IN A BLAZE OF UNPARAI-
LELED ENTHUSIASM.
Mastery and Lucid Analysis of the Momen-
tous Questions Involved in the Issue of
the Seventy-seventh District.
Breads all right, Griggs," said Parker,
"but if had been here I'd have left that
and out. If it was mastery, of course
it must have been 'lucid'-seeT
"No, l don't see," said Griggs,
"Pve"-
What Griggs was going to say is lost
to the world, for at that moment Editor
Simmott looked over their shoulders.
"What is it. Parker"
His gaze was riveted-double riveted,
in fact-on The Morning Star. His eyes
were held by the type as the poor bird is
said to be fascinated by the snake before
it devours it. Then he slowly lifted his
hands. His mouth opened-but no words
came from it. His emotions overpowered
him, rendered him speeches.. Then
there was a sound like the cracking of
heavy paper, and the torrent came. For
at least two minutes and half,-possi-
bly, second more-not one Of his auditors
knew what Simmott said.
Then the blizzard of adjectives les
sened to gale, from gale to a spank
ing breeze, from steady breeze to the
gust that losses the leaves between the
fitful raindrops.
didn't you get my message, Parker"
81 was not here; was away all night"
"You-you got it, Griggs?"
"No, sir. was off, tool got Daggs
to run my desk"
Simmott groaned. Daggs looked like
boy caught in the act of stealing a
melon.
"Did you get my message, Daggs?"
Eyes, sir; but
"Stop! / won't hear word" said Sim
mott.
"Yes, you will, Mr.. Simmott," said
Griggs, with white face but resolute
eye. "Your orders were imperative. I
told Daggs so. No matter what came,
he was to print Miggles' speech"
The calm that ensued was much more
impressive and disagreeable than the
blizzard that preceded it.
"Let me see the message"
Daggs brought it out, and Simmott
turned it over in an absentminded way
in his hand.
"What is wrong, Mr.. Simmottp"
The editor gave the night editor one
glance, It spoke volumes.
"Nothing-nothing- Miggles was
delayed; did not get to Pompey Smash
at all. Consequently he did not make
speech. His cousin, Bill Carruthers,
met me and told me he telegraphed us
not to print. This will defeat him. The
papers will never let up ON it. The peo-
pie at Pompey Smash will never forgive
Miggles for making them ridiculous.
its bad enough to assume that his bal
derdash could influence them or turn a
vote. It's worse to palm off speech on
the public he never made at Pompey
Smash or anywhere else. Miggles is
ruined now and forever"
It was true. A hundred Morning
Stars were flying to Pompey Smash with
Miggles' great effort as the editor spoke.
There was war along the line for
thrice ten days. Not a man in Pompey
Smash voted for Miggles. There was
war in The Morning Star Office, but
peace came over it speedily and Gained
the disturbed elements like dose of
soothing strip.
The editor, Parker, Griggs-every-
body had the good sense to see and &C
knowledge it was a confederation of
circumstances unavoidable in the best
regulated families, and today, when
anything whimsical or humorous stirs
The Star, Simmott or Parker or Griggs,
his partners, will refer to "Miggles'
Great Effort" David Lowry in Pitts