Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1899-04-05

tn shade .iv TIL coupon threes,' he says,
we. watch TIL sea waves an wondher,' he
says, 'whin tn goold that's in thin can be
exthracted,' he says. They're nawthln
to break tn silence he says, but tn
roarin' iv tn ocean, he says, an that
sounds %nat'ral,' he avs because tbs al
most tn SOUND iv tn stock exchange he
says. A man. he says, that has tn tick
er yeye,' he says, or tn coupon thumb
he says, is cured in no time he says.
Come he says, fly with me- he says.
'They'se nawthin' to keep We here he
says. 'Iv'ry wan iv tn cab'net includin'
tn sicrety iv war'll stick to his place. he
says, like a man. he says.
An Mack wint with him. He was SAT-
in on TIL beach in a goold chair sur
rounded be millyonaires with tn prisidint
iv a bank amin him an thu threeasurer
iv a di'mon mine poorin' his dhrink. an
though he was feelin' we'll they was
something ON his mind. What ails yep
asst Hanna. I was thinkin' says Mack.
how pleasant 'twud be if me OF frind Tom
Reed was here he says. ''Twud be
Paradise ig he was here he says, 'Whin,
10 an behold, who shud come acrost tn
dimon-studded. beach, wadin' through tn
~banknotes that'd been dropped be tn good
farmers iv Ehekel island, but Tom Reed.
We'll, sir, to see tn affection that those
two gr-reat men showed at the e%ncount-
er'd dhraw tears firm TIL eyes iv a hear-rt
iv shtone. Tom says Mack, in falterin'
ACCENTS, where nave we been? FIR days
an days I've skinned yon blue horizon FIR
amy sign iv ye,' he says. An We como
not, he says. I didn't think ! cud miss
We SO, he says Embrace me- he says,
If We ARE not ARMED he says. Mack
says me frind Tom Reed, with tears in
his eyes. this he says, is tn happiest
moment iv me life,' he says. cudden't,'
he says, I cudden't stay in Wash'n'ton,'
he says, with you SO far away he says,
where | cudden't watch ye,' he saws.
'Ye're tn only man in TIL wurrnld I care
fr,' he says, but mesilf,' he says. an he
says, I'd fall weepin' on ye're shoulder
to be disrayspictful be turnin' me back
on Misther Hanna he says.
Well says Mack, set down he saws.
'Rockyfeller,' he says, tell Morgan FIR to
fetch up a kag iv sherry Wine he says.
Tom he says, we've been frinds FIR
years, he says. We have says Tom.
We've concealed it firm tn vulgar an
pryin' public he says, but in our hearts
we've been frinds, barrin' tn maygur
dlllygates at tn con-vintion,' he saws.
Twas a mere incident says Mack.
We've been frinds,' he says. AN I've al
ways wanted he says, to do something
fl ye,' he says. TIL time has come he
says. whin I can realize me WISH he
says. l offer ye,' he says, 'th' presidency
to succeed me- he says. NO, no. he says,
I'll not be r%ayfused,' he says. I'm tired
iv it, he says. Twas forced on me be
foolish frinds,' he says, but I'm not tn
man FIR tn place. he says. L haven't
dhrawn a comfortable breath, not to
speak iv salary, since I wint in he says.
The speaker iv TIL house burrid his
face in his hands an sobs shook him
partly, FIR NANNY minyits. Thin he raised
his head an says he: Mack he says, 4
can't take it, he says. Ills mos gin'rous
iv ye,' he says, but me hear'rt fails me-
he says. What is it to be prisidint?' says
he. TIL white house, he says, lis a
prison. he says, to which a man is con-
dimned,' he says. FIR fine wurruk at tn
polls he says. TIL life iv a prisidint is
slavery he says. If I was to take tn
job he says, I'd be tortured day an
| night he says be tn fear iv assassina-
arnychist shootin' thirteen-inch shells at
me- he says, AN maybe he says, dent
in me- he says. No. he say I nave a
good pob where I am he says. AN I've
goto to do he says, is to set up at tn
desk he avs an not recall tn names iv
tn gintlemen on tn 1ure an me jooty's
done he says. I thank We kindly, Will
lum, blu I can not accept ye'er g~in'rous
Offer he says. Go back to tn CELL he
says, an slave like a convict he says.
I will not rob me frind,' he says iv such
; an honor. But he says, tell me whin We
nOuSIt ~ thrown up III JOD an avn
me br-reak into this hateful prison. he
says. About tn year two thousan' an
eight, dear frind,' says Mack. No, no.
says Tom Reed. I can not accept it, he
says, pressin' Mack's hand. r too
much he says, an too long he says.
CT lave ye,' he says, but I'll call on ye,'
he says. Take he say this little silver
mounted bottle iv broomo-caffeen,' he
says, AN think iv me- he says. L WILL
says Mack. 'Ar-ren't We tired iv ye'er long
Journey he says. 'Wudden't We like to
take a bath in tn shark pond befure We
go?' he says. An so they backed away
firm each other, tn tears rollin' down
their cheeks. Friendship, Hinnissy, is a
sacred thing
1T is" said Mr.. Hennessy, 'if they