Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1894-07-18
JUDGE BROWNS LNCONSISTEN.
CIES.

In the days Of reconstruction Judge
Brown contrived to keep himself in a
perpetual ferment of Indignation. The
morn was vitliol blue, the noon a
raging flame, and the eve a gorgeous
scowl of the deepest crimson. He
poured a flood of parboiled curses on
President Grant and the Republican
party generally. The South was held
in a degrading thrall fit only for a
state of complete savagery. The en-
franchisement of the colored man was
the arming of a mass of the densest
ignorance that would prove the utter
ruin of the Republic. The illustrious
prisoner at Fortress Monroe would
have bursted the bounds of his prison
and renewed the war, could he have
heard the fiery invectives of this
modern Cicero. This is history.
The Judge continued in this condition
about twenty three years during which
time he made two very unsuccessful
runs against Republican nominees for
Judge. He then retired to his Sabine
possessions, and whilst he cultivated
staple foods and fine stock he kept
himself studiously aloof from political
excitements and election iamborees.
All of a sudden like, he was struck by
an inspiration the size of a Republican
nomination for a fat office, and he
sailed forth into the new field where
the colored voter worked alongside
with the white brother, as airy, dainty
and trim as a summer girl wandering
amid the roses of June. He had no
sooner landed in AbTaham's bosom
than he announced that he was there
Ito save the country" He laid it down
as the chief and only condition of his
service that he be madeth Republican
nominee for Circuit Judge. This was
in rs. But Hon. n. Hacker was there
before him reaching for this luscious
plum of the Golden Beauty variety.
A. j. tried it but his distance fell short.
He borrowed a pair of stills from a Re.
publican friend and still the yellow
bushes of the tempting fruit hung
m%ockingly above him. Nature had
made him for a runner and not a
mounter. He gazed and longed and
sighed and longed and gazed again.
This concentration of mind on one
thing made him unconscious of danger.
He thought he could stretch up like a
subsequent Ku Klux, he tried and
failed again. At this time the but
cut of public sentiment came bowling
along and knocked his spices from
under him. 1t rolled over him and he
looked like something of the thinness
and color of a buckwheat cake spread
over a great territory lengthwise. He
was certainly flattened. when he drew
himself up into his previous shape he
was dumbfounded, paralyzed. He
knew he had been badly treated. 1t
was a combination, a conspiracy. He
made no cutlery. He concluded to
wait, as he now advises Campbell to
do. His new principles was a misft,
but he could grow to them, maybe.
He would stick to the Republican party
awhile anyhow, though the pressure
was great. He heard the band play
Hail to the Chief who in triumph ad-
vances, y and Hacker with the plum in
his hand congratulating the people.
He incontinently retired into his former
unobtrusiveness keeping company with
his solitude and quietly and leisurely
organizing himself for another tilt at
the Judgeship.
After a deal of a long time eight
years passed by and A. j. came forth
armed and equipped for the new al CT
the battle against Hacker. From start
to finish he wore the evening dress of
the warrior, tossing plumes, eagles on
his shoulders, gold lace. jangling spurs,
two story boots and glittering steel.
He moved right and left among the
Hacker forces like Sherman cutting
through the heart of the South. He