The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1903-03-26

need something. his back was promptly
turned upon him; or, If he ventured TO
face him, he stood so stiff as to seem
to lean backward. He had discovered
or he thought he had discovered, or
somebody had told him, that public Of
flee is a public trust" and his idea was
that by ignoring all personal claims and
private obligations he would signalize
himself as a true servant to the people
and incorruptible official a model OF
sturdy virtue
He turned the Mugwump down equally
with the Democrats; but he had dead
sure thing on the Mugwumps, who went
off rubbing their shins and rolling their
eyes to Heaven in their nincompoop &c
stacy over the newt found apostle of po-
litical sweetness and light
His old office holders thought that if
ne got back they would get back They
worked effectively to this end for four
years. He fooled them, too.
COULD APPOINT FOES.
Having neither sensibilities nor mag
nation, no gratitude and no affection
no likes or dislikes, he could with equal
impunity and equanimity appoint his
enemy to office as proof of his magma
nmity and discrimination, and withhold
bread from a suffering servitor and
friend as proof of his devotion to prn
oiple. The poor devil could go off and
starve or die, nobody sympathi2ing, no.
body needing, while the Mugwump band
played on and on the 'Rogues March" of
civl-service reform.
He actually began to set up for an
arbitrator in mode. OF course, he set up
for political economist, though he never
read a book in his life and knew no more
about scholarship or ethics than a schoo.
boy might get out of an encyclopaedia Of
an off afternoon.
All the time he was what he had been
when he ran with the boys in Buffalo
a tough. contained man, of excellent
common sense in matters within his
mental range, of immense working ca
pacity and interchangeable industry, loving
power for powers sake avaricious and
dominant good enough man under
normal conditions, but, elevated to the
priesthood, given a smell of the fiesh-pOts
corrupted by the servility of the base,
the adulation of the little, the incense of
the self-seeking. dangerous man to all
interests-to personal interests, as that
every friend who has tarried with him
has slept under a Upas tree to party in
terests; as that the most sacred rights
Of association and of comeraderie are as
bits of broken glass in his hands; to his
country's interests in case his fatuous
ignorance and egotism could ever once
get a sure footing in authority.
SAYS TILDEN DIED AN ENEMY.
Mr. Tilden died his enemy. Most Of
his most serviceable supporters for
Sheriff, for Mayor, for President, died his
enemies All that is writ here rs
known to be true by hundreds of persons
who have had the means of knowing and
are incapable of lying-to none more
sensibly than to the corps of Washing
ton correspondents, the best-drlled body
of intellectual detectives in the world.
And yet because the Courier-J Journal, Of
all the newspapers of America, having
no axe to grind and no reason to be silent
has, when occasion required, resisted
the concerted attempt to foist this man
for fourth time on the party and the
country, we are accused, first, of invading
the honorable privacy of a retired pa
triot, and last, of hatred and malice,
treason, stratagems and spoils.
1t was a. year ago transparently OBJ
vious to those familiar with Mr.. Cleve-
lands methods that hen was on. The
organization of a club to supply him a
pretext and an arena; his appearance un-
der the same roof with his hated enemy
Hill; his dallying with Tammany Hall;
his sudden interest in reviving Demo-
cracy-the footlights OF Princeton burn
ing low and the Mugwump orchestra all
along the line below the stage playing
soft Lydian airs,
HE won't be a candidate"
she may be a candidate, but don't give
it away"
These things could not be mistaken.
A little prematurely, perhaps, the New
York World strikes the gong, and be-
hold! The stage is a flood of light, and in
the centre-draped in flowing vostments
and garlanded with flowers-the snug,
sleek visage and ample bust of him the
defunct Dana dared to call the stuffed
prophet-of him the living Mugwlmp de-
lights to call 1.-The heaven sent"