The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-03-28

tin on tn beach in a goold chair sur
rounded be millyionaires. with tn Pris-
dint iv a bank fannin him an tn threeas-
urer iv di'mon' mine poorin his dhrinlS,
an though he was feelin' well, they was
something on his mind. What ails ye?
asst Hanna I was thinkin'. says Mack.
how pleasant 'twud be if me OF frind Tom
Reed was here he says.
" Twud be paradise If he was here he
says, whin 10 an behold who ehud come
acrost tn dimon studded beach, wadin'
| through tn banknotes ahatd been dropped
be tn good farmers iv Shekel Island, but
Tom Reed
"Well, sir, 20 see tn affection that those
two gr-reat min showed at tn ENCOUNTERED
| dhrnw tears firm tn eyes v a hear-rt Nv
sthone. Tom, says Mack in falterin' ac-
cints, where have We been? FIR days an
days I've skinned yon blue horizon FIR an
ny sign Nv ye, he says. An We come notr
he says. I didn't think I could miss we so
much he says; embrace me- he says, If
We ARE not ARMED, he says. Mack
says me frnd Tom Reed, with tears in his
eyes. this he says, is tn happ,est mo-
ment iv my life he says 4 cudden' he
says, L cudden stay in Washnton, he
says, with you so far away, he says,
where l cuddent watch ye,' he says.
'Ye're tn ony man in tn worruld 1 care
f'r,' he says, but mesif,' he says, an
he says, ia fall weepin' ON yeer shoulder
this minyit, he says, but l don't want to
be dishayspictful be turnin' me back on
Misther Hanna he says
" Well says Mack, set down. he says
'Rockyfeller,' he says,sstell Morgan f'r 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 il firm tn vulgar an
pryin' public he says but in our hearts
we've been frinds, barrin' tn naygur dill
! lygates at TIL con-vintion,' he says
Twas mere incident says Mack.
We've been frinds, he says, an I've
always wanted he says, TO do something
FIR ye,' he says. .Th' time has come, he
says, 'whin l can realize me WISH he
says. I offer ye, he says, TIL PRESIDENCY
! to succeed me-, he says. NO, no. he says,
I'll not be rayfused he says, I'm tired
| iv it. he says, 'twas forced on me be
foolish frinds,' he says I haven't drawn
a comfortable breath, not to speak Nv sal
airy, since l wint in he says
9TH speaker iv tn House burrid his face
in his hands an sobs shook him partly, FIR
nanny mnyits. Thin he raised his head
an says he: Mack he says, L can't take
! IT, he says. Ills mos ginrous Nv ye'
he says. but me hear-rt fails me- lie
! says What is 1t 10 he Prisdint? says
! he TIL White House. he says, is a
! prison. he says. to which a man is con-
dimned.' he says, FIR fine wurTuk at tn
polls he says. TIL life iv Prisidint ia
slavery he says. IF l was to take tn
job, he says, I'd be tortured day an
night he says, be tn fear w assassina-
ton he says. Think he says, .iv some
arnychist shootin' lS-ineh shells at me,
he says, an maybe he says. 'dentin' me- ;
he says. No. he says, I have a good
job where l am he says. All Eve got
to do he says, is to set up al tn desk, >
! he says, an not recall tn names iv tn
/ gintlemin on tn fiure an me jooty's done,
he says. I thank We kindly, Willum, but
1 cannot accept ye'er gin'rous offer he
says Go back to IN CELL he says, an
| slave like a convict he says. will not
! rob me frind, he says, 'iv such an honor
| But he says, tell me whin We thought
! iv throwin up tn job an Pavin' 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 cannot accept it, he says. pressin'
! Macks hand. It's too much, he says.
an too long he says.
g I lave We, he says, but IN call on
| ye,' he says. Take, he says, this little
silver-mounted bottle iv broomo-caffeen'
he says, AN think iv me- he says L
will, says Mack. AREN'T We tired w
ye'er long journey he says 'Wudden't
| We like to take bath in tn shark pond
befure We go?' he says. An so they back
ed away firm each other. tn tears rollin'
down their cheeks. Friendship, Hinns-
| sy. is a sad thing"
1T is said Mr.. Hennesseey '1f they
ar-re, but don't believe wan wurrud We
tol me-"
"well" said Mr.. Dooley, "if they amt
both frinds. wan Nv thin is. An anyhow,
I'm glad to know Tom Reed amt thryin'
to break into jail"