The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1892-09-15


what would say to the fiunky in livery
with powder in his hair, who would I'M
doubtedly answer it, when the door was
opened by diminutive messenger boy,
dirty, Democratic and delightful.
"What do you want?" he asked with
the delicious superciliousness which be-
longs to the coming voter.
81 want to see Mr.. -" said.
go right in there, ma'aln," with a
gracious wave of the hand.
went right in there, stated my err
rand to courteous, gray haired man,
and presently the freedom of the ma
tional headquarters was rendered me,
and a guide supplied me.
Where Were the Luxurious Furnishings?
But where were the velvet carpets and
silken draperies; the gilt ormolu and
marble; the bronze, ivory and glassware
had apprehended? Nowhere to be seen.
The huge, old style parlors were fitted up
like Offices with plain oak desks. chairs
and tables. There We're plenty of Gus
pidors to be sure, but they were not
Dresden china. Every door was guard
ed by an iron wicket whose locks are
as intricate as Mr.. Whitney's political
tactics. When first saw these ponder
Gus doors fancied they were for the
purpose of protecting the Doodle, but
finally decided they were to secure the
handsome men, for not even at the Stock
exchange can one see finer specimens of
manly beauty than at the Republican
national headquarters.
Dangerous Swords.
To begin with, there is the sergeant
alarms, Colonel Henry l.. Swords, whose
personality is most picturesque. His
hair is as white as snow, his mustache
jet black and his eyes as blue as violets
an interesting and dangerous combina-
ton. Small wonder they put him in a
cage.
Secretary McCOmas.
As entered the back Office on the first
floor saw two men sitting with their
heads close together and whispering out
of the corners of their mouths. 1t struck
me as suspicious, especially when l
learned that the man facing me was the
secretary of the committee, Mr.. Louis
E. McComas, of Maryland, and that the
other was one Christopher l.. Magee, If
Pennsylvania. was greatly concerned
lest the foundations of the republic were
being undermined, but though sat for
half an hour in that room saw no bar
rel opened and marked no signs of plu-
tocracy on the walls.
Two handsome men again. Mr. Nc.
Comas is as dark, 1.-the and vivacious as
a Spaniard. His hair is purple black
and his eyes like black velvet. The great
Pennsylvania politician is well
groomed, well fed man, rubicund and
hale. His eyes are dark, and slight
tinge of silver creeps in his hair. Chris
topher is good dresser too.
Mr.. Hahn, of Ohio, chairman of the
Republican committee of that state and
close friend of Mckinley, was pointed
out to me. He is a typical western man,
big, bluff and hearty, and has "hustle"
written all over his good humored
features.
Carter and Clarkson.
1t was while sitting in Mr.. Edwards
Office that the door of an inner room
opened and two men came from a secret
conference arm in arm, laughing over
some joke; two men upon whom de-
wolves an enormous amount of respon-
sibility and who possibly are discussed
as much as any figures now before the
public-Chairman Carter and General
Clarkson. was disappointed, of course,
not to behold the gold crown on the
head of the former, but in no other way.
Mr.. Carter is, / should judge, about
forty, Of medium size. His hair is be-
ginning to show gray and SO are his
whiskers. His eyes are blue and search
ing. His manner is affable and cordial,
though not demonstratiIe. He is u
vigorous, fearless man, possessing tact
and executive ability. He is decisive,
grasps an idea quickly and loses no time
in making up his mind. Systematic,
too, as is demonstrated by the fact that
when he left the land Office, the work Of
that establishment was up to date for
the first time in thirty years. Mr.. Carter
is always well dressed in goods of
American manufacture.
And now his companion, General
Clarkson, is stout and jolly. He is a
study in brown, from his eyes to his
clothes. He is quiet and deliberate in
movement, carriage and speech, but he
can dispose of business and people in the
shortest time on record. General Clark.
son has a determined face, and looks
like good hater and good friend.
The Literary Workshop.
The basement of the house is occupied
by the press bureau, and here the click
of the typewriter and the boast of the
special correspondent that he has got q
good story are heard. Great piles Of
campaign documents litter the floors
and packages Of cloth samples Of home
and foreign manufacture are on every
hand. The walls are hung with beauti
full pink and black charts of worlds
wages, tariff rates and periods, compari
sons Of Mills and Mckinley rates OF
agricultural products, and everything
else under the sun. After a careful
survey of these charts / came to thu
conclusion that the Republican wht
couldn't prove anything he wished from
them Is unworthy his party.
An Air Of hustle and Hustle.
All over the house is the air of bustl,
and preparation; the rustic of the Leaves
before the storm. Messengers are going
and coming, reporters are hurrying il
and out, telegraph instruments clicking