Evening journal., 1896-11-21
SCHRADER, THE HEALER
Con,i4u,a f,om First Psee.

Bradford-Only a little matter John
M. Clayton, of St. Georges hundred,
was the subject. He had been playing
us tricky down there and Martin Bur-
ris was helping him. Then Delaware
Clarke slipped in and the combination
knocked me out. Decipimur speci
rectil
Father Schrader-Da dextram mis-
ero!
Bradford-Duos qui sequifur lcp1res.
neutrumcapit. That is Martin Burris, /
case, o. tcIy. Lupus plum mulat non /
/ mentem Parva leves capiunt animas. |
Father Schrader-Yes, that's So /
always thought that Martin was play
/ ing fast and loose.
Bradford-He's another member Of
the Hollis-Knowles want-to-win com
/ bination. How l detest such dou-
/ ble-dealing.
/ Schrader-But let us come down to
your case. You say that when tempted
to write an open letter you cannot re-
sist the impulse.
Bradford-That is it, exactly. Con-
stat
Father schrader-Have you a hand
kerchief?
Bradford father.
Father Schrader--My blessings rest
upon this piece of cambric. Dry up,
( ink! Corrode, pensl Curl, paper DO
not dare to further tempt this man.
Wrap this handkerchief tightly about
your right hand and let it remain
until morning. When you awake you
p will find that all inclination to write
is gone. No, l don't accept any pay
for my good offices. Step out that
way and be recOnciled to Hastings and
r Higgins.
l. Attendant-A stout man with de-
e termined face says that he must see
you Immediately.
a Father Schrader-Hold him back for
4 five minutes and then send him in.
a Attendant-Mr. Stansbury J. Wiley.
father
Father Schrader-Come in, my fat
and festive friend. You look run down.
n What troubles you?
e Willey-My spirits are low. / have
} fits of dependency and uncertainty.
D. Little devils crawl over my pillow and
Ie tell me that l am not chairman of the
d only regularly Republican
,r party in Delaware. They tell me that
le / am on the wrong side of the fence
e and that sooner or later l must lose
IA my job Then a beautiful angel, with
n golden hair and eyes like the blue O
Of heaven, chases the devils away anC
rs she lays her peach-blow cheek agains
n. mine and says Heed them not
l. STAINS, but put your trust in me. / an
I'd watching over you and your destiny
T.. It's q pretty big job and keeps me NJ
rs late at night, but when an angel goe
st into politics she has no time to thinl
7e of herself. All l ask is that you viii
sometimes think of mel" Then l wax
up in a cold sweat When l fall off t.
sleep again / dream that Hugh
Browne, chairman of the sO-calle
II regular Republican State Central Com
~ mittee is sicking his little devils Of
u my guardian angel and endeavoring {
brain me with a club. I awake wit
a start, only to find that it is all
,5. dream. Something must be done t
us bring me relief Night after night
as is the same thing. My bedroom is
ed chamber of horrors. 1t looks like
n charnal house. Oh, MY oh, myl
ne Father Schrader-Take this hand
ce kerchef, which l have blessed, and pu
IN it between the pillow-case and pillow
M You had better sew it in, or some
I'M the regulars might steal it, From tn
no time forth your sleep will be dream
less.
as Wiley-Won't I see my COLDER
IT, haired and blue-eyed angel any more
no Won't she lay her soft cheek again
th mine and whisper sweet words Of hol
in from her jacqueminot lips? Won't
nd feel against my face the warmth
he her ambrosial breath?
asst Father Schrader-No.
so Willey-Then take back your bles
yer ing for
. Father Schrader-But you forg
D nd In 1fff1a h1ur1r naxrf1g
the Wiley-True, | did forget l su
lor pose l shall have to submit, but it
lis hardship Just give me a chance
ID. say goodbye to her.
'as, Father Schrader-Impossibl C
thee home and sleep. Forget all yo
for worries and cares. take the place
ma your guardian angel.
vas Willey-All right father; but
ret think that you will admit that you a
air. a darned poor substitute. Good-nigh
vas Attendant-Mr. Hugh c. Brown
and who says that he is the only genui
oil regular Republican state chairman
ave Delaware, is out here in an invali'
aW, chair. Shall I wheel him in?
the Father Schrader-Certainly. TIL
Ella illuminate the house, for he's the 1
blest Roman of them all How g
en- you, Hugh? I'm sorry to see you
me, such plight You are not the sal
ne man you were when l met you {
IN West. What is it, old fellow?
Browne don't know just what
is, father I feel as though | don't C;
whether l live or die. 1t is this unc
sly tainty as to the political future VIII
bears me down. In the middle Of
night l hear a mighty voice shoutir
William Michael Bryne is after yC
re- bewarei" Then some iend who
hidden himself beneath the bed phi
,lks out: You won't get there this tim'
You are fake state chairman. III
Hil I awake and lie there, thinking, a
the my whole past life passes in revi
before me. ! haven't slept a wi
since Mckinley was elected and
dicks was defeated. I have tai
49, everything imaginable and now
'-i' come to you for help.
l"' Father Schrader-And help II
'"rs shalt have, my boy. My blessing r
is uDOu this handkerchief and upon Y