Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-10-16

claimed the orator. white hot. "Did you
ever notice that when a speaker gets at q
critical point some darned fools let of lot
horns or something? Well, it's So had
just reached the point where my distinc-
lively new speech began, when the same
confounded fireworks that were run in on
me four years ago struck me again and
knocked me head over heels into the same
old rut. l couldn't think OF anything eise!''
A Display of Mutual Affection.
One of the most beautiful and inspiring
sights of the campaign was witnessed on
Thursday, when Colonel Tom Carter and
Calvin S. Brice stepped out of Republican
headquarters and walked arm in arm dag
onally across the avenue to the little one
story frame beer saloon that nestles among
the nobs that line that aristocratc thor
oughfare. This display OF mutual affection
fairly entranced the entire neigh borhood
Inside the little beer saloon, which still
preserves the early characteristics of half
way house, the political magnates ranged up
to tie old wooden counter.
"What'n you have, Brice?" says Colonel
Carter.
mo. no-this is on me-" says Brice.
Not at ALL" says Colonel Tom Carter,
"this is my treat" and he reached for his
man who had just received his week'S sal
ary.
what do you drink, Toni" says Brice.
"rIl take beer" says Colonel Carter. 81
suppose as good Democrat you take
whisky"
That's my drink" promptly responds
Brice.
II think Bismarck cocktail will do me-"
says Colonel Carter, as the red-faced German
bartender set him out a pony with q two
inch shirt collar on it,
Brice balanced black bottle with q prac.
tied hand and carefully measured out two
fingers of old rye.
Then the Democratic magnate's glass
touched the Republican magnate's glass
with clinking sound, there was unanim-
GUS upward movement OF two elbows and
the deed was done.
When the new happy pair came down the
wooden steps large chunks of joy appeared
upon their Iaces. Thus do we sail along in
tile wake of Columbus shedding sunshine
and brotherly love.
He Couldn't Stand that Question.
'1'm going home tomorrow, said Con-
gresham Tarsney to group of friends in
tine Hoffman House "There is man around
here"-the member glanced about him un-
easily-"who asks me How does it look
nUw?' every time he sees nle. That question,
How does 1t look now?' is a good deal worse
than the July Grafton, is it hot enough Tor
your You don't have to answer a man who
asks you SIS it hot enough for your or you
can knock him down. You can't do this with
this fellow who pursues you with How does
it look now?" though I'd like to do it. As
vas saying, this fellow here asks me how the
political situation looks every time he sees
me. / went into breakfast the other morn
ing and he caught me on the fly.
"'How does it look now, ,"'he inquired.
Il told him that had just got I'D and
hadn't read the morning papers yet and con-
sequently couldn't tell him whether the sit
uation had changed since he saw me the
night be.Ore. When l came out he ran
across me and the same inquiry came.
"'How does it look now?'
"That man is the Dane Of my New York
existence" continued the Congressman.
"Why, Tm afraid to go out and AFRAID to go
in, Tor ear I'll meet him and have that
awful question sprung on me suddenly. He
seems to think the political situation
changes every minute and that have taken
a photograph of it. That's why am going
home. came here with the idea OF enjoy
ing myself
At that moment couple of gentlemen
broke in upon the party, and after the usual
and introductions one OF them
opened the conversation in O spirited man
ner with:
"Well, how does it look now?"
The Look of mute suffering on the Con.
gressmans face was pitiable. He glanced at
Us, took out his watch and weakly inquired
when the next train left.
CHARLES THEODORE MURRAY.
NEW YORK, Oct. Is.