Dakota farmers' leader. (Canton, S.D.) 1890-19??, 1896-11-13
grains at all prices.

elected free silver men to the legislature.
'.All Of them?" asked Pickler.
"All," said Elliott.
Suffering moses. think I'm licked
now" said the gallant commander of the
colored troops.
when does Pettigrew's time expire,
Bailey" said Plckler. G
''19Ol," said the private secretary. and
he kept on figuring.
1901" moaned the, Major, and he
thought Of Bryan in 1900. and went out
to comfort Kit.
.'Minnehaha elects entire legislative
and county Peoples ticket was the
next dynamite shell Elliott turned over
to the crowd.
This was more than Kit could stand up
under. He sat down heavily in chair
looking like man hit with stuffed
club, and murmured to himself: Gal
and Tomlinson lied. They are birds Of
evil omen. I'm undone. I'm no longer
boss. I'm no longer a railroad king.
The lobby's busted. I'm busted. Nye's
busted. The Pens lost. The pap's lost.
I'm lost. D-n Pettigrew. D-n Jewett.
DIN Grigsby D-n Palmer. wish
they were all in the hot regions with the
key lost The very dogs will make sport
of me. Hanna will repudlate me. Nc
Kinley won't know me. It was Taylor
and Coe that did it"
"What did you say about me Kit,
said Coe Isaac, who was watching the
dying struggles Of the lobby boss.
"About you?" as he looked up.
"The Taylor steal and your stupidity
did us up, howled Kit in anger.
"It's false as the darkened regions of
the sulphurious abode of him who leads
the lobby; as false as thine own cloven
tongue thou overestlmated chump: as
false as the stories of that vile wretch
Tomlinson. Thou art a =, a.
: Here Pickler, Bailey, Ed, Phil, Crane,
Joe and Mayhem rushed In and the rail-
road boss and the man not "vindlcated"
were taken into separate rooms.
From this time on thick and gloomy
gloom gloomed the atmosphere ard there
was no more hope for Tom Reeds friend.
The state had gone for Bryan and Lee
and Pettigrew, and the legislature was
lost to the lobby.
The Returns kept coming and the
crowd began to consult with themselves.
Crane of Watertown, was the picture OF
dispair, Mayhew, the Letcher goldbug.
was blue and sick.
Gamble-handsom bob-was the sick.
est duck In the flock. He looked at him
self in the glass and wondered what had
hit him.
"a dispatch from Moody" said Joe.
Don't read it," yelled the crowd. He
has played us false. Dawson told the
truth about him.
About 3 a. m. Pickler asked If there
was no hope, not one living ghost OF q
hope?
II believe so," said Joe.
"You believe what" said Picker,
jumping to his feet.
II believe that Kelly and Knowles are
elected said Joe.
"And Lee too," whispered Ed.
"Lee is four miles ahead now and still
gaining" said Joe.
"It's too bad; it's too awful bad, said
Pickler. "Pettigrew is vindlcated. and
he has the state at his back. If had
only followed him I might yet be senator;
but now where ami? Where am l at?'
oh, where? I'm out of congress; out of
the senate; out of the legislature; out OF
touch with the people and out with
Hanna. I'll leave the state. and he left
the disconsolate crowd.
Coe Isaac left after Pickler, and Kit
crawled out Of his hole. He wanted to
know If Nye and the pen were alive, and
whether Cal and Tomlinson had COM
mitted suicide, and if Gamble had anoth-
er gold speeck to make, and if Coe Isaac
Crawford had been vindicated, and If it
was true that the Black Hills had been
swallowed up by an earthquake, and if
Lincoln county had been heard from, and
If the Aberdeen News had been blown
away, and if MAYHEM was dead, and con-
cluded with: "Mine enemy Palmer hath
triumphed, and the Wheeler bill will CO."
Tnen he looked into the looking glass as
Gamble had done, and murmered: 'Am
l the same Kit who "a hours ago ruled
the roost, or am some other Kit or