The people's journal. (Pickens, S.C.) 1891-1903, 1899-04-06

banknotes thatd been dropped be tn
good farmers iv Shekel island, but
Tom Reed.
"Well, sir, to see tn affection tn at
those two gr.reat men showed at tn
encountered dhraw tears firm th' eyes
~ hear-rt iv sthonc. 'Tom,' says
| Mack, in falterin' ACCENTS, where have
ye been? F'r days an days lve skinned
yon blue horizon fr amy sign iv ye,
he says. AN ye come not he says.
Embrace me- he says, 'if ye ar-ro not
ar-rmed,' he says. Mack, mo frind,
says Tom Reed with tears in his eyes,
iv mo life,' he says. 'I cudden't,' he
says, Il cudden't stay in Wash'n'to ton,
he says, with you so far away he
says, whore l cudden't watch yc,' he
says. 'Ye're tn on'y man in the wur-
ruld | caro- Pr he says, but mesilf,
he says, an he says, u'd fall weepin'
on ye're shoulder this minyit,' he says,
but | don't want to be disrayspictful
be turnin' me back on Misthur Hanna,
he says.
"Well,' says Mack, set down., he
says. 'Rockyfeller,' he says, tell
Morgan fr to fetch up kag iv sherry
been frinds rr years he saws. we
have says Tom. We've concealed it
firm the vulgar an pryin' public he
says, but in our hearts we've been
trinds, harrin' tn naygur dillygatcs at
th' con-vintion,' he says. 'Twas a
mere incident, says Mack. We've
been frinds, he says. 'an' I've always
wanted,' he says. TO do somcthin' f'r
ye,' he says. 'Th' time has come be
says, L offer ye,' he says, 'th' prisidincy
to succeed me- he says. No, no. he
says, 'pll not be rsyfuscd,' he says.
Pm tired iv it, he says. ''Twas
forced on me be foolish frinds,' he says,
but I'm not tn man FIR th' place. he
says. L haven't dhrawn u comfortable
breath, not to speak iv salary, since |
wint in, ne says.
9TH speaker iv tn house burrid his
face In his hands an sobs shook him
partly rr NANNY minyits. Thin he
raised his head an says he: Mack he
says, L can't take it, ho says. 'Twas
mos gin'rous iv ye,' he says, but me
hear-rt fails me- he says. What is it
to be prisident?' says he. 'Th' white
house., he says, is q prison." he says.
TO which a man is condimncd,' he says,
Ir fine wurruk at th' polls, he says.
'Ih' life iv a prisidint is slavery he
says. IF was to take tn job,' he says,
I'd be tortured day an night he says,
,De tn fear iv assassination he says.
Think he says, 'iv some arnychist
shootin' l3.inch shells at me- he says,
an maybe he says, 'dentin' me- he
says. No. be says, 4 have good job
where am he says. 'All Ive got to
do,' he says, is to set up at tn desk
he says, an not recall tn names iv til
gintlcmen on tn tiure an me j0Oty's
done, he says. Il thank yo kindly,
Wiilum, but cannot accept ye'rc
gln'rous offer he says. Go back to Lh'
cell, he says, AN slave like u convict
he says. 4 will not rob me frind,' he
says, 'iv such an honor. But, he says,
tell me whin ye thought iv THROWN
up tn job an lavin' me br.rcak into
this hateful prison. he says. About
tn year two thousan' an eight, dear
lrlnd,' says Mack. NO, no. says Tom
lEeed:: ! cannot accept it, nc says,
he says, an too long, he says.
" lave ye, he says, but l'Il call on
ye,' he says. Take he says this lit
Ito silvcr-mounted bottle iv br0omu-
catfeen, he says, AN think iv me- he
says. i WILL says Mack. Ar-rcn't
ye tired iv ye're long journey?' he says.
'Wudden't yc like to take bath in tn
shark pond befure ye go?' he says. An
so they backed away firm each other,
tn tears rollin' down their chcaks.
tr-riendship, Hinnissy, is sacred
thing"
"It is" said Mr.. Hennessy, "if they
ye tol' me-"
"Wel," said MIR. Dooley, "if they
amt both frinds, wan iv them is AM
anyhow, Pm glad to know Tom Rsed
amt thryin' to break into JAIL