The Vermont watchman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1883-1911, 1896-01-29

Oam COuCluueu tnhI aus WoS out W
town for the day. Wen go over to-
morrer mornin', an hev 1t all explained,
an git the offices. Your salary will be-
gin to- norrer, boys, instid of to-day
That's all the difference i'll make, an
| wouldn't wonder bit If Frank'd date
ZEN back"
After breakfast which was very
much like the supper, except that il
was a trhe worse, the four walked over
to the White House. A polite attend
ant was at the door, and informed them
that the president was home, bit could
not be seen until the next day at two
o'clock.
But you tell Frank it's mel insisted
the war horse. "Sam Milburn, from
the Mohawk Valley. Tell him I'm here,
with three of my best friends, an hev
been in town all night"
The attendant smiled, and said he
would tell him, but it would be Of no
use; there was rule about these
things, and it had to be observed.
"They've carried their rules so fur.
boys, that he's never got my letters"
said Sam, rather bitterly, as they walked
back to another gastronomic wreck.
81 shan't say anything about it to
Frank, fur he amt goin' to hev his
feelin's hurt-nOt by me; but L shall
hint to him for TO make 'em give him
his letters every day, jest as they come"
When at last they gained access to
the White House, they had to wait in
an ante. chamber matter Of two hours.
AT the end of that time they were ush-
cred into the room where " Frank {"
was. Sam was withheld by an usher
from rushing up to him Immediately.
Indeed he did enunciate the words
"say, Frankl' in rather loud tore,
but was hushed. The president was
too busy to look that way; he was en-
gagged in conversation with long, thin,
well-dressed man, and it seemed as if
he never would get through.
At last Sam and his friends were
brought up to the table behind which
the president was sitting. Sam had
waited 80 long, aud was so homesick
on account of his friends, that he felt
almost like weeping. Indeed, the tears
did stand in his eyes.
Crank, OF teller, Pm glad to see We
at lastl' he shouted, holding out both
hands. "These re"
But something in Franks manner
stopped him. The president had been
looking over the cards, and said
stiffly:
"Aa, yes, Pm very happy to see you,
Pm sure, Mr.. Miller"
Milburn Milburn! Mi.burnl -
shouted the political pilgrim. "Old
Sam Milburp, the unsaddled an un.
brldled war-horse of the Mohawk Val
leyl"
:" Certainly; certainly" replied the
president, each word an icicle. And
you, Mr.. Hall, and you, Mr.. Sutton
and you, Mr.. Van Dam. And now
what can do for you?-especially fol
you, Observation-Disclosures whom L be-
lieve l have met before"
Sam stood among the ruins of his de
molished castle, with the chill waves O.
disappointment rising higher and higher
about him. But he bravely stood hi,
ground.
cit wuz Milburn a fe W months ago.
| said the political pilgrim, San it's Mil
burn now. You oughter know me n W
eff you did then. 1 ain'c changed sense
) election, Frank. No, you can't d.
nothin' fer mel amt an Office man
But here's these three friends o. min,
wants the follerin' offices, to IT,
"Your three friends will have t,
present their names in due form, will
!. their recommendations, replied tn
president very quietly. "Glad to hav
; seen you. Am very busy this after
noon; hope to meet you again befor
you leave Washington. Good day
gentlemen"
!. mo, Mr.. President" replied Mil
! burn, as white as sheet, but as cool a
clothes line in the winter, "we shan
call ag'in, nor you needn't never C 81
on the Mohawk Valley fur any NOR
help. Ell had you out here in TIL
road, I'd maui some of these airs out o
ye; but ye're in your own house, a
long rs the country sees fit to let yo
, have it," Then, turning 10 his friend;
he said.
." Boys, put not your trust iu princes
This amt the man We come to see
This amt Frank Pierce-it's the Pre-,
! ident of the United States, an might
small one, too, eff Pm any jege Of tn
article. Boys, we come out here /
', your expense; we're gon' home {
! mine. To.morrer we'll visit MouI
: Vernon. an see the grave of a res
president. an next day we'll 90 back t
the Mohawk Valley, as fur away from
= false one as we can giL.
, And the sorrowful delegation CAV
q way to the next throng of suppliant'
:, not understanding that this is a larg
country, and that there had been Sc,
eral thousands of oflice-ssekers ther
: before them.-Every Where.