Evening journal., 1896-06-06
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It was q warm saturday night. In the
mouth Of April, 1888. and the principal
street in the metropolitan city OF the
S ate Of Delaware was crowded with q
lively throDg Of passers by; the thor
ough 6are, lit up as it WAS from end to
end with blazing electric lights with its
brillisntly illuminated shops and its
hustliDg crowd Of people each intent
upon his own business, presented q most
snimated appearance.
Palatial drinking saloons received their
full share Of patronage. and it is to one
Of them that the attention Of our readers
is now invited
The saloon Of Edward Mason. Just
shove Eighth street, was one Of the
largest and most commodlous In the city
its appointments were OF the most
gorgeous character ard every kind Of
drink that could tempt the palate OF any
taste stood behind the bar.
Oa the night ia question the saloon
was filed with crowd Of men. who.
amidst the blinking of glasses were dis
cussing in uudsrtones the question OF
politics. Who was to bs the Democratic
candidate for mayor OF the town seemed
to be the question which sgitated the
mind Of every one and appeared to be
the burden of every tongue.
There were politicians high and low
and OF every intermediate degree From
the Democratic orator whose eloquent
tongue discoursed true Democracy to the
faithful, down TO the c0mmonest ruuEer
whose business it was to hustle the
voters TO the polls, or the lowest ward
heeler who attended to the voters when
they got there.
Among those present was rising
young politician whose name was
Springer Csllsn. BE was juat rising into
public notice and his tongue kept going
at q rate which gave promise. If volubil
ity was to be considered, OF his spsedIly
obtaining font rank IN his now profes
sion.
1t was shout 10 o'clcck in the evening
The respective merits of Msj0r
O'Doughsrty and Colonel Notron, The
rival aspirsnts for the Democratic nomi
nation for the mayorslty, had been dis
cussed the whole evening until, getting a
little short OF cash, many OF the party
had strolled outside and we're vending
their way bonewaId
A considerable number, however. re
NAMED, among whom wss Mr.. Springer
Callan. who voiced the hope OF tho
lingersrs with q remsTk thAt He didn't
care to go home yet, IS some sngsl
might drop 10 who took his iq1or
straight and whe appreciated good Dsmo
cratic compan5 aud he didn's want TO
miss any angel.
To this remark the compsny agreed
amidst general laugh at Mr. Csllsn's
wit aud some Of the party struck up the
air I'VE Won't Go Home Till Morning.
Suddenly the door hsW open and
stout, sturdy fellow who every body
present instantly recognized as jim Rus
sell, political worker from the Third
ward appeared on the soene.
Striding forward aud bringing bis 6st
down upon the bar he exclaimed "Wheui
boys, tell you that Jack Richards Is
Just the stuff and what be says goGs IN
this village; he's going to nominate
Michael ODougherty Of this yere town
just as sure as you are alive, and here Is
a ten which sm willing to bet on IT."
sud thIusting his fingers into bis Hressy
waistcost pocket he held mp for the dc
lsctation OF the crowd a woll-worn ten
dollar treasury note "So any of YOU
that want to cover this money csn Just
dance up to this bar and produce your
cash, because want to make something
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