The Bottineau pioneer., 1895-04-27

'clIt S'tIu yes, Wearlly. WIFI neT
head swaying loosely on her shoulders
like sick chiltfs: what do YOU ask
| me?'
THAT you will not hate and despise
me when l Introduce you to my father
and mother" he said tenderly.
They are poor. then?' she asked in
that same weary tone.
They are the cOmmonest people in
the state; they are so common that
when everybody in town had the chol-
era it passed them by as not worth no
ticing.'
My" she exclaimed, "how did you
ever get into congress?''
by my own efforts. and not with the
help of anybody in the world. l just
simply hustled for it,
"Wel,' she said, "let it come"
Rrownlee's mother smoked a corn
cob pipe and had whiskers Brown
lees Father ate his supper in his shirt
sleeves and wore cowhide boots out
side of his pants while he was eating
1t. The wonder is that he didn't 20 to
bed with them. The furniture was
scant, and they rented the house; that
ss, they rented it. but Brownlee, NJ. e.,
paid the rent
The greeting that the Brownlees, first
edition, extended to the Brownies,
second edition. was cordial to demon
strativeness. The maternal Brownlee
was something of cook, and soon
had repast steaming on the table.
1t wasn't a bad supper, but Mrs.
BroWnlee didn't have her Washington
appetite with her, and her slight head
ache had grown worse, and she asked
to be shown to her room.
The room had no comforts except a
patched carpet, pine bedstead and an
upright packing box with a curtain
drawn around it for a washstand and a
portable mirror Of the species often
seen at cheap auction stores.
And this was what her Lake Como
Illusion had shrllnk to.
When she arose the next morning her
headache had not abated., The smell Of
fried pork and coffee that struck her
olefactories while she was dressing
was too much for her delicate nerves,
and she never wished herself farther
away from the house of her husbands
parents than at that moment She
slipped a little coffee, and then with
drew again to her room just to be
alone When Brownlee. NJ. c., entered
she was lying on the bed fully dressed,
weeping
What passsd between them in the
lterview that took place is matter of
conjecture. The result became evident
when the bus drove up to the Brown
lee mansion that evening and Mr.. and
Mrs. Rrownlee, the younger, got in
and rode to the depot. Brownlee saw
his wife safely aboard the Pullman
x,f1 %1>o >Jn%E
and watched the train disappear in the
distance
But that did not deter Brownlee from
worked like Trojan the first time for
his nomination, he threw the energy of
4 double dose of Trojan devotion into
his efforts niw All the voters in the
district did not know what the loafers
at the station knew. and what Brown
lee himself knew, that he came of the
commonest stock of white blood in
the state. They perhaps didn't care.
Brownlee had been a good member,
and he could talk like a threshing ma
chine, and his genial manners carried
the day. and the result of it all was
that he was renominated and elected,
and went back to Washington to fin
iSh his uneXpired term of service in the
house.
His wife sat in the gallery one day
unseen by him when a great debate
was on. Browalee had prepared him
self for the master effort of his life.
He had got the consent Of the leaders
on his side to make a speech. He at
tracted little attention as he arose,
and with his genial smile glanced over
the house. drew deep breath and
launched forth. But by ana by,@he
warmed to his subject, and here and
there a member ON the other side in
terrupted him. Then suddenly Brown
lees genius flashed forth III al its
originality. Several members who had
tried to trip him up found themselves
mercilessly impaled upon the fiery
shafts of Brownlep's sharp retorts and
held up to the ridicule Of the house,
while Brownlee smiled in that fetch ng
way of his that made him resemble
an expert conjurer when he cOntem-
plates the astonishment of the deluded
victims Of his craft.nes>.
Before he sat down BrOWnlee had
scored a triumph that insured him a
place on one of the big committees in
the house when the next congress |
should organize.
One of the doorkeepers handed him
a note He was receiving the congrat- |
ulations of his side of the house, and |
he did not open it for several minutes, |
holding it almost forgotten in his |
closed hand When he opened it he |
read:
Dear Ally: I am ready to beg your |
pardon noW-any time. Come. Am |
heart-broken. Daisy. -
Washington Post.