St. Paul daily globe., 1895-01-08
THREE IN A CLOSET,
Iney We're Knute Nelson,
Dave Clough and Tams
Bixby.
AT 1 O'CLOCK THIS MORNING
Ihey Get in a Private Room
at ROxey Reber's
Place,
AT 1 O'CLOCK THIS MORNING
AND SEND FOR A REPORTER.
They Observed the Greatest
Caution, and Feared Be-
ing Seen.

The hour-1 o'clock this mornina
Place-Roxey Reber's chop house and
saloon on Fourth street.
A hack drives hurriedly up to the
door and stops. One of the occupants
of the carriage takes hasty survey of
the sidewalk up and down the street,
and, seeing no one in sight, steps out on
the walk. 1t was no other than Tams
Bixby. He paused an instant on the
sidewalk. glanced up ana down again,
then. stepping TO the carriage window,
whispers:
Its all right; the coast is clear"
Another form steps out, its owner OBJ
serving the same degree Of caution, and
being careful to hold his oyercoat up
over his eyes and ears. There was no
mstaking the figure, the short, dumpy,
eccentric figure.
1t was Knute Nelson.
He hastily looked up and down the
street, then entered the hallway OF
Reber's place. the hallway midway be-
tween the big restaurant hall and the
waiting.
A third form issues from the carriage.
There was no mlstaklng that frame
either. 1t belonged to none other than
Dave Clough. Dave, too, seemed triie
nervous, nay, lie seemed disconnected,
possibly bit worried.
He also looked up and down the
90 tToD GnXa hcad first into tbn hali-
way after the reUreating figure Of the
main pipe OF the state.
Bixby follows. Far be it from him to
goahead of his chief and his chiefs
right bower.
Blxby knows better.
On into private room the trio went
and closed and barred the doors.
They gave whispered orders to
Dutch the head waiter, to see to 1t
that no one entered their room. Dutch
nodded assent and took their orders tor
three straight ryes.
Not one of the three seemed anxious
to talk. They stared at the top of the ta-
bic and did whole lot of thinking.
They ordered Dutch out of the room be-
fore he got chance to put the drinks
on the table. Dutch went out. It's a
habit he has when ordered cut. He'll
go out tomorrow if ordered out. He
always does.
The trio sat there and seemed impa-
tieutly waiting for some one. They
anxiously regarded the door every time
they heard Il foOtstep.
Suddenly in the front door of the
place came an alleged reporter for the
morning paper across the way. He was
excited, He looked at the crowd in the
saloon and asked for Gov. Nelson, but
the bead waiter said Nelson was not
there. The waiter had been ordered by
Knute to say so.
HE sent for me" said the alleged re-
porter. "and he's with Dave Clough and
Tams Bixby. lie must be in a private
rOom.'
Inasmuch as the whols push in the
saloon now knew of the presence of the
trio in the side room, Dutch felt that 1t
was useless to keep it quiet any longer,
so he whispered i'll the boys ear that
the trio was in the side room. The boy
reporter went there. AS he got in the
room Nelson eXCtaimed:
"Ah. at last. We've been waiting for
you. Come in. Waiter, bring another
drink"
For three minutes the governor, the
lieutenant governor and Bixby poured
information and schemes into the boy
reporters ear. He grnned. He didn't
know any better He never did. He
never will. At the end of the three
minutes Nelson showed a cigar into the
reporters face and told him to get
out. The reporter got, and he
looked as pleased as small boy. He
ran away as rapidly as a messenger
boy, so the chances are the morning
paper will contain some scheme or
queer announcement this morning. Ten
minutes after that the trio left thG
place by the side door, observing the
same secrecy and caution. They got
into the hack and we're rolled away
what will the harvest be?