The National tribune., 1892-08-18

lEISNiH NSSsTFS of candidates for polit-
ltSSMA EAZaM ical prefcrment. ODD,
lEEaE NEEi is it not. that mon who
b&S3 are otherwise very
bright will delude
themselves with the idea that they are de-
luding other people with thst Veherao.e
LIEF / never knew q man to rise to any re,
markable altitude in the world political
who left his candidacy to his friends" once
in a while q msu of that sort comes to the
surface, and is pushed into the City Council,
or on to the Board of Education, by friends
who are too lazy to want those thankiess, ooot-
less Jobs themselves This trusttul individual
always shines in the position thus thrust upon
him. Having nothing to fear, he inauRurates
reforms. says what his innocent, guileless nina
prompts him to say, and does divers other i'm
practical and impolitc things thereby making
himself record. but making II uncomfortaole
for 1.-The boys" who tremble all the time ior
fear he will succeed, by the help of the only
too willing opposition, in doing some supremacy
idiotic thing that will cost the party lot OF
votes at the next election. So his first term is
generally his last, and 1.-THE boys" gently but
firmly consign him to the oblivion OF his own
private affairs and q clear conscience, which
latter is considered by most people to be
very comfortable thing to possess.
As / said, however, Sile Burton Auditor OF
Apache County was in the hands of his friends
ular OCCASION for Sile was very sick man.
1t was his own fault; that is he had no bust
ness TO 60 as he did, with Sheriff Tom Owens,
to suppress that riot over ia the Boomer DIS
trict. last month. It was not in the line OF his
duties But, then, the call had been hasty
and imperative one, and poor Tom was short
on Deputies as we'll as being pressed for time,
and Siie could hardly have refused to 20 even
if he had wanted to, which he did not. He
enjoyed little row as well as the Sheriff him
self did, and, besides, he was one OF the most
obliging men in the world. So he went. ana
not only got hit with club or something,
but received a "A bullet in his interior depart
ment, while Tom and the rest OF the posse
escaped without scratch. Sie was better now,
and could think with considerable facility;
which was unfortunate. perhaps, because has
thoughts were mostly of bis expiring term OF
Office and his helpless condition.
It was pretty tough, everybody agreed. be.
cause il was going to be ciose" year, ana
Sile was great worker His friends. too, I'M
fortunately were kept pretty busy looking out
for their own scalps, and could not give MS
affairs the attention they needed.
There was the last payment still due on the
house: there was paper" in the bank to be
taken up; Sile Burton was IN bad hnancial
way, because, in addition TO being what Is
known as good fellow" he had made some
unfortunate Investments lately, and now, TO
Brad Boutwell, of Chloride District had come
ont, in his sneaking but effective way, for Jere
Hobart for County Auditor, and was working
night and day for his man, who had been Siles
strongest opponent in the last con sention. On,
il was tough and here was Sile, lying help
less, with the nominating convention only TWO
weeks sway
All this, and much more. SHE poured into
the ears of his pretty little wife, as she lowered
over him attending IN his MANY wants, a
way that nobody but q woman, and womanly
woman. will ever learn. She did not say so,
but she had had talk with Tom Owens that
day, and he had agreed with her that the out
look was pretty blue; for Brad Boutwell,, boss
of the Mountain Girl and two lesser mines,
employer of 300 men and entirely uuscrup-
ulous politician, was about the worst man In
the County 20 have on the other side, and he
had assured Owens that he certainly intended
TO defeat Burton's denomination, land that's
ell there is 20 il. It goes, too. what Brad Bout
well says and you know il, Tom Owens"
Yes, Tom did know it, and he knew that
without Boutwell, his own name was Dennis"
for be had not the strength in the precincts
near town that Burton had So his hands
were tied, and ne could do nothing for Sile in
the Chloride District.
Mrs. Burton said nothing to Sile of Toms
visit to the boss of Chloride. She closed his
complaining lips with kiss every now and
then, and chirped away as cheerfully as though
mortgages, and unpaid notes, and big surgeons
bills and conventions had never part in her
life. And all this time she kept up blame
sight O. thinkin'," as Tom Owens used to say
TO his wife, who was also an ardent admirer of
the little "tenderfoot" bride Sile Burton had
brought from the States few months before
sile Burton was sleeping soundly next morn
ing, when his wife, the usual smile gone from
her face, stole up to his bedside, kissed him
L. rsix~ IN fna
owenses. 1t was not until 10 o'clock that he
swoke and noticed that the woman by the win
dow was not Mary, but Mrs. Owens. And he did
not know that this kindly, big hearted woman
lied when she told him that Mary had just gone
down TO the Springs TO get prescription filled
that they couldn't put up here. and would be
back on the 2:30 train"
Tom Owens with the blackboard and fdget-
ing Bay Nell, was waiting, just off the trail, a
short distance from Chloride Camp A pretty
little woman, stared at respectfully by the
numerous men loafing about-for women were
scarce In Chloride, especially pretty and res
pectable ones-tripped down the street, trying
TO look unconscious, and entered the door Of
Brad Boutwelrs Office. It was the noon hour
and be was alone, engaged in the pleasurable
occupation OF disposing of an excellent lunch
and g bottle of beer. He heard the hesitating
step in the outer Office and stepped to the door
OF his sanctunl, where be stood, somewhat
taken abaek at the sight of his visitor. 1t was
several seconds after her sweet voice had asked,
+" Is this Mr.. Boutwell," that he recovered his
equsnimity and gracefully acknowledged the
fact.
"I am Mrs. Burton-Mrs silas Burton. ]
came to see you-to-to"-
But here her courage gave out for the mo-
Deut, and she did the very best thing she
could have done-just went few relieving
tears while the sympathetic Boutwell,, who had
been bachelor lever since lie could remem.
ber, as he himself said, Ny dear Madam ed "
her. stsmmered, grew red in the face, vaguely
felt himself triumphant ass, and finally led
her gently 10 chair, where she finished her
weep.
Then she pulled herself together and told
him the whole pitiful tale 1t was, indeed
thought Boutwell, who had always had more
money than he had known what TO do with
narrowing state OF affairs; and so, his bachelor
heart overlooking with sympathy for the poor
frightened little emisssry who sat before him
and being, il must be said, rather unsettled by
this extraordinary visit, lie agreed almost be-
fore be knew IL, 10 let the affair alone and
switch the ambitious Hobart of the track
Then, with her heartiest handshske a world
OF thankfulness shining in her big. brown eyes
and fcryent words OF gratitude on her swee
lips, the little missionary was gone, and Bout
we'll bis brain ia awbirl, sat down TO think
Well, By Jove! Now he had done it! Why
great sacrificed Cesar. The thing was i'm
possible, utterly He rushed TO the door
His late visitor was not in sight He sat dowr
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