The evening times. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1895-1902, 1895-12-30
POLITICS IN BLO0DFIELD
CoIored Experts Disagree Con-
corning Their Candidates.
ENDED IN BLOODY BATTLE
Mr.. Euripides Thompson, Mr.. Andrew
Washington and Various Others
Present Conflicting Arguments Re
garding the Choice Of Each One for
the National Convention.

rant, and the twin doors at the 'front.' that
swung either way with equal agility, were
up to midnight never motionless for
longer period than seventy-four consecu-
| tive seconds.
Al Just TAO O'Clock Mr.. Euripides Thomp
son, one OF the concededly best Informed
| politicians south of Penns ylvania avenue.
| placed his gloved hands one against ach
door simultaneously, and the doors. re
| spending to the gentle shove, let him down
into the lighted barrOom like the hopper Of
| grist mill depositing Its cereal burden un
| on the stones below.
"Hab u ben here YETI" inquired Mr.
thompson, as he advanced to the bar and
addressed the bar tender
Nav, not yet" was the answer. ITS
hardly time. Yo' know he wus To- arrive
at a quarter TO eight. Wot yo goin' to Ina BIZ
I'm take bit o. giD." said Mr.. Thomp-
son. as he read the sign on the mirror
back OF the bar. The sign was done in
soap and announced: "All MKT drinks.
10 cents
| Fewer left the restaurant than entered
and consequently the scene of Ethiopian
activity inside increased with eaci, sue
ceedinS minute. Down at the far end Of
the room half dozen stools that lined The
tall lunch counter were occupied by as
many individuals, who were making an
evening meal on everything from picked
pigs feet and head cheese to corn beef
and cabbage. the latter with little red
peppers, like so many little Goals OF fire,
srpinkled all over it.
ORDERS HIS LUNCH.
Gimme ha'f dozen, friAi, In n box"
said a half-grown negro boy who had just
come In.
six to ship" yelled the bartender
through the kitchen door, as he conveyed
the order TO the culinary depa rtment Of the
Institution Tho % NJ mol
more or less deserving OF the name, was
gathering in heavy stratas near the cell
ing like notwithstanding fog above a
marsh.
Again the twin doors were responsive to
an external touch and Mr.. Andrew J. Wash
ington placed his No. 8 1 - shoe inside. and
succeeded that operation by placing the
other shoe still further inside.
'.Rippy, Use glad TO 10 see yo', deed
isl who, by the way, is one OF the best
known members OF the Washington fam
lily on Herring hi, though he has been there
only a short time. He came from somewhere
on Grand street. New York, 1t is understood.
IDtruth Mr.. Washing ton was mo common
niggah,' as one of his bosom acqualn:ances
has been heard TO remark. He has not in
o. frequently heen seen on the streets with
a bunch OF violets that must have cost the
price OF u lunch, in the lapel of his coat.
Ever and anon he has appeared with creases
in his trousers that forced even the stiffest
breeze To cut in three as IL passed him.
one part gong on his left. one on the
right and the other between his legs. He
frequently wore De Jofnville tie OF red
and green that was studded with one OF
the most admirable cut glass diamonds that
ever sparkled In a "Bloodfield'' saloon.
''Wot yo' drinkin', Mistah Wash nton." in
quired Thompson, as soon rs lie had returned
the newcomers saiutation-
whisky" was the condensed reply.
TIE DISCUSSION BEGINS.
Use hearin dat de frien's OBJ Bailey
hab ben holdin' n political meetin' L
sorter stimpshulafe his chances TO de con-
vention nomination." began Rippey. as he
drank another glass of gin in order TO keep
his friend company.
Yes, Use tole dat. TOO, an / hearn also
dey's gwine 70 to hab a open neetin'
To make public spectacular oh it, you
know. Now. Rippey, femme glib yO'
pinter, "A cool knock-down. as de gentle
men down in Tammany say. Bailey amt
gwine to dat st. Looie convention any
more'n de projigal son wot glib his ole
man de marble hearts gwine L see de
ober side de pearly gates. Sep
"Doan yo' reckon Use onto dat" responded
Rippey, haughtily.
''wot's de 'jections 10 Mistah Bailey?'
said very yellow negro who had been
sitting at table drinking beer.
"Gorramighty de 'jections!' calculated
Washington. ''Wot amt they? He amt
had no 'sperience. wot do e know bout
politics. De ethics bout politics, wot
do e know 'bont dem, eh?''
Yes Thompson interpOsed. MARS Bal
ley doan know no mo- bout politics dan
a hog do bout de Lawd's Day, deed e
doan. Who cher heeared oh Bailey until
dc las campaign. Besides dat. he won't
shave no black man. not he. His shop am
open only to de Write man. He draws de
color line"
well, he's as good, however. as Mistah
Holland, amt 'e?' inquired bystander,
who wore crimson hued necktie over a
gayly Checkered shirt what was calcu-
lated to make noise on the slightest provo
cation.
CULTURE NOT REPREs ENTED.
''Dat amt no diffurence," said the Tam
many Washington. "Its no conpa rshun
to like water 10 water. LoOkee here,
stranger, es yo' a Holland man? Do you
want to see dat man represent de culture,
populashun oh de District befOar a cOnven
shun oh de pick oh de lam:
I'VE want thoroughbred niggab. A
niggah wot doan' believe in gOin' outside
his own race to pick himself up servants.
Amt l right. Mistah Thompson; amt
right, gentlemen"
Thompson and the crowd that had, by
this time, grown to considerable proper
tions. and closely encircled the two central
figures, all answered in an affirmative
chorus.
'.well, dere's nothin' de matter wild Mistab
W. Calvin Chase, is dere?'' asked the man
with the crimson necktte.
Washington and Thompson turned on him.
and their two pairs of eyes glowed like
four incandescent lights. The crowd
breathed back, and the breath OF every
member of it held him where he stood.
The man with the red necktie needed no
pile,lriver to force the situation upon his
brain. He quickly and slyly immigrated
to the outer edge of the circle. A second
later the twin door closed between him and
the inside of the saloon.
sUMMARILY DISPOSED OF.
'who wuz dat niggah?" inquired WASH
'ington, with O bit of excitement still
distinguishable in his voice.
No one quite seemed to know.
.'Pll bet e doan show his face in desc yer
quarter no moah," said a bystander
"will 'e? / reckon nit,'' replied an
other. ''If e do e won't sing de song oh
Chase no moar.''
'Wot's de mattah wild Chase" exclaimed
Washington.
He all right, nit" reJoined the chrous.
well, Chase says 'es goin' to dat con-
venshun as q delegate jes' es sure as de
Lawd made dem small apple" announced
q very black and very large man. who moved
up TO the place formerly occupied by the
man with the red necktie.
"Dat's de berry trouble wild Mistah Chase"
said Thompson. He done say so many
things wot dere's no truff in. He's jes'
like Lawyer Hewlett in dat 'e's above de
common herd. Dat amt de kind oh q
sfoIlsx
stitshuncy. Dey hor themselves away off
D1x xlnan nit ffa,x.t, in.