The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1898-02-07
GIANT BRAVE MYSTIFIED.
sU1E, THERE'S NOBODY IN TANMANX
CAN RUN LIKE TOM BRlDL.BY.

a.G Ceu-seiier Seian, for. wheh FIorria suiii-
van Pitched piis Irish GreeEs on the Train,
VINE bat bradley Ran Back and Piekea
Tsem UP ana Caught the Trnin hEaint
Now that Counsellor Nolan. the tallest man
IN Tammany Hall, has got his Office. his fellow
braves are telling the story of his journey In
search Of the appointment. On the other hand the
big counsellor hasn't stopped talking yet about
Congressman Tom Bradley's superior attain
ments as q runner.
'Tf I were a betting rcrson, +" says Counsellor
Nolan. I'D wager my last dollar on that young
man against any runner in the world"
Il happened last fall while the leading spirits
Of Tammany were sojourning at Lakewood
meditating upon tho disposition of patronage.
Counsellor Nolan's friends urged him to go
down there and interview Mr.. Croker. TIE
counsellor Is one OF tho most digpi1ed men Nv
ing. and 10 proudcr Of his attachments az q
scholar, which he has embodied in a lecture
proving that. the Irish are descended from tho
very ancient Greeks, than he 10 Of his fame as o
political speaker, which Ia great, for he has a
voice that sounds like . clap Of thunder In an
empty building. He thought that the better
method would be to remain where he was and
let the office seek the man. In the end, how
ever, his friends persuaded him to go; 30 he
arose early one morning. packed his little shiny
black grip with clean linen, a tooth brush and q
niehtshirt, flled In all the rest Of the space with
popies OF his lectures and pamphlets and went to
the ferry.
There he was seen by Tom Bradley, Florrie
Sullivan and q number Of the younger poiti-
clans Of that SGT, also bound for Lakewood.
Bradley and Sullivan are inveterate practical
3okors, No sooner had they spied Counsellor
Nolan with his little grip than they hurried
across tho street and bought another grip just
ltk> a. for AK cAnfa KpeDinu mt Of the hip conn
sellor's way on the ferryboat, they marshalled
some dftoen or twenty acquaintance Of theirs
who were aboard and babe each Of them to be
sure b etop and speak TO Counsellor Nolan on
tho train. In the car Tom Bradley got the seat
bohind tho Tammany giant and presently con-
Of his morning paper. to effect an exchange Of
satchels. Leaving che empty satohel IN the
R PIE S. 81 int inso o fse senf car : s anal d dc Ss ) il sf tSo pSs.
BY the time he had returned to his seat the line
organized by Florrie Sullivan was approaching
tho unsuspecting counsellor from the other car.
newspaper which the victim was reading and
"Wen; II there isn't Counsellor Nolanl How's
thinGs, COUNSELLOR You remember me, of
why, Of course. OF course" the big brave
responded each time, for he is as polite as he Is
ddiSniasa, Delighted to see you me boy; de-
Bradley leaned over the back of the seat and
1.Ls% ssS ' SeHHse' i "'S F sSs'ssAs a follo oSHa TO
.fye many friends" replied the big man.
proudly, many friends. I've always been a
"And now you're going down to see what
lis friend in conversation, he succeeded BY
satehei' a little way out into The aisle.
The car door opened. and along came Florrie
Sullivan, in tremendous strides. His foot
struck the satchel, and down ne went at full
length. Startled, the counsellor. looked at the
sprawling figure. and then at his grip, which.
M dear SIR" he, began. twas a very caro-
%carsless,' shouted Sullivan, getting to his
feet, Don't talk TO me. ~ teach you to be
door. opened it, and flung the satchel out.
to his height OF scant seven feet. and in a roar
that made the windows rattle. shouted:
III TIT t!Toat PsSsssf goa ssRt @an ntt ept m BY sa the sain's'
"Hoid on, counseilor." en.reated Tom Brad.
i sSd s paasys ina h,a a 81 se9 s sGlt ,h IspSSi s;s ,Te% nj 4 r. Gh SIt
friend. Hold on. Don't hurt him
Hurt him. cried the outraged giant. I'll
away mo nishtRhirt an me lecture both at
as that sof' cried Bradley. much shocked. It
would be a pity 10. lose that lecture on the Ro-
mans and the Irish. III tell you. counsellor.
Inn ihs t & Irst syh fa ssa 5an ass r sad tb 5gi R5 5Sst s 5S% sat 81
N-S 80 .-N " t1S bthpt ebe NtNSAA
station" go
The counsellor looked out: and saw the trees
and fences slipping. by at the rate of some
thing better than thirty miles an hour.
Faith, he said, you'd have to run like Gug-
genheimer. You'll be kilt jumping off,"
But Bradley was already half way to the rear
door, and the next minute it slammed after
him.
That lads crazy, said Counsellor Nolan.
'"G Mt ! hope mISnt ne f Iats, The h,d grip" a,.,ov.r., and
painting. entered the car. grip, in hand. and said
~'"There-pufr-'s your. g%rip-putf. Had-pufr
-pn9-9nits :Tpuh-httle chase-puff-pufr
'tsaints abovel'' cried the giant. "You're:tho
finest runner that ever lived. You have my
gratitude"
When he got to see Mr.. Croker at Lakewood
tho FIRST thing he told him was the story of
Tom Bradleyis marvellous swiftness. Mr..
Croker heard 1t without moving a muscle.
THAT young manm be running for the Presi-
d:leney one OF these days," was his only MINER
Then they talked politics, and Counsellor
Nolan, was eventually appointed to q good