Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1893-04-20
of the committee to put good bit of
news in the way of his own party or


news in the way of his own party or
gan
Picking up a pen and placing sheet
of paper before him, the politician
writes rapidly for a couple of minutes.
| He smiles as he writes.
Hastily thrusting the manuscript
into an envelope, he hands it to me. A
brief but earnest THANK you'll" is my
only acknowledgment, and it is all
that is needed.
My friend, the politician, knows as
well as do that it is no time for long
speeches, and, just as he closes the
door after quick Good night!'' see
that he is evidently amused about
something. Do l know what it is?
Well
Ten minutes of quick driving and
the carriage stops in front of neat
house in another part of the city.
Like the abode of the politician, it is
dark and forbidding, but repetition
of the door-5ell exercise brings a
sleepy and not specially good-natured
man first to the window and then to
the door.
explain my wishes in a low voice.
but hurriedly, for, as we talk, the hour
Of midnight peals from neighboring
belfry.
The man expostulates as unfold my
desires-yet mildly, as one who will
yield if pressed.
81 never heard of any such proceed
ing," he asserts, shaking his head. "And
then don't know whether l ought
1 interrupt him mpatiently-it will
close at hand. exhibit the politicians
| note.
well, if you insist, l suppose I can
go, but I never was dragged out OF bed
in the middle of the night on any such
business before. You will have to
wait till l can get some clothes on,
| though"
1t seems an unusually long time for
a man to occupy in dressing, as I wait,
T impatiently, in the street outside. Does
lie think have invited him to ball?
! ask myself these questions as the
minutes pass.
At last a football is heard within, and
a moment later mu fled figure-for the
night air is sharp-emerges
Within the carriage no word is
spoken. My companion is not in So
cial mood 1 know very we'll.
AS for myself, just now I am inter-
ested in actions, not in words, and my
own thoughts are sufficient to occupy
me.
We rattle briskly into the business
section of the city, and halt before a
g rim stone building. We alight and
approach side door,
My companion thrusts his hand into
his pocket, and as he withdraws it there
is jingle of keys. Just as he inserts
one of them in the lock of the door a
policeman crosses the street and ap-
proaches to take a nearer view of us.
He recognizes us as he draws near,
glances with a surprised air at my
companion, says nothing and passes
slowly on; he knows better than to ask
any questions.
Once within the building my COM
panion passes inside locked Enclosure
and turns up dimly burning gas jet
to it's full power.
Then he stoops, picks up a number
of objects which I cannot see, selects
one of them and rejoins me in the outer
space. l hand him the note, written in
the politicians house less than an hour
before.
He has already been told it's contents,
but nevertheless he scrutinizes it care
fully. Apparently it satisfies him, for
he bestows it carefully in. capacious
wallet and then hands to me the pack
ct which he has brought out from the
inner sanctum.
My plan has succeeded!
The politician to whom the coveted
political document was addressed has
given me an order to the postmaster
to deliver it to me, and that official has
.lonored the request. The missive is
in my hands, and it is not yet half an
hour after midnight.
Next morning there is great sur
prise over the fact that the full text of
the document appears not only in the
''party organ" but in its party rival
The most puzzled man is that same
"Mr. Chairman" who condoled with
me the night before.
AS meet him his smile is missing;
he seems to be in a hurry.
But I smile-I can't help it. I feel
that have a right to, for have headed
off that exclusive. John Smith
Jones, in Boston Globe.