Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-06-18

twenty-five millions of gold in the city.
The short interest will have to settle to-
morrow.
You think the time has Gomez" The
man with the bulldog face snapped his
jaws aggressively.
Tomorrow! tomorrow! tomorrow" re-
turned the little gentleman, with a grow
ing emphasis. Are there any objections?"
No one answered That point, then, is
settled" said the speaker, crisply.
Are you sure of Grant,? asked the man
with cast in his eye
The little gentleman turned to Charlie
What does Corbin say about that?"
The young man passed his hand through
his hair; he looked around quickly, as If
recalled to a sudden sense of his sur
roundings. The little gentleman repeated
his question.
That the President will stick, an
swered Dalton.
"Corbin ought to know" said some one
Hes related to Grant"
He of Jubilee fame stroked his ponder
Gus mustache. Til answer for the Pres
ident He has written Boutwell, to sell no
gold. The executive fiat has apparently
placed the treasury of the United states
where 1t cannot spoil the deal. Besides"
he added. with an ugly look, II he fails
us he knows we'll so compromise him
The little gentleman laid his hand on
the others arm. A sharp, stern look
There's no talk about compromising
plan, after all. is to keep the President
out of the way, and I guess while he's at
Newport We've got him safe
Comprehensive mods greeted TINS decLa-
ration. and the caucus had turned to the
vital consideration of ways and means for
carrying out the campaign of the NOR
row. when something white, surrepti-
tiously thrust beneath the door, arrested
the attention of the company. A mo-
ments silence fell over all; then the lit
tie gentleman arose, picked up the slip of
paper that had so mysteriously appeared
and opened IT. Even his mas mask fea-
lures expressed a trace of feeling.
What is ite Read 1t out, man! cried
Fisk
Grant has left Newport
Mr. Fisk swore softly. "Lemme see 1t. y
he said. and, clenching his cigar tightly
between his teeth, examined the message
TT says that, sure enough, he continued
Yes, and the writings all right" Alb
ruptly he paused. Il know who sent 1t.
But where has Grant goner
ITO Washington, no doubt, commented
the little gentleman. thoughtfplly:
Then he must have become suspicious!
Not necessarily. At any rate, he can't
know tomorrow is the day we have ixed
upon" .
but he'll soon learn-tomorrow,' was
the significant response.
That's just 1t. We must telegraph our
friends there; have him intercepted CT met
at the train and-got out of town Grant
must not be In Washington tomorrow" he
announced determinedly.
But how can he be intercepted or got
aWay?" asked a dubious voice.
THAT is the problem, said the little gen
tIeman. with a saturnine smile. ito be
solved"
The members of the caucus looked at the
floor, the walls. the ceiling, rather than at
each other.
Eureka blurted out Mr.. Fisk. sud
denly.
All turned. regarding him inquiringly.
. anb "a a
good friend of ours and an old war COM
rade of Grants. Grant thinks a good deal
of him He is just now sick, dangerously
sick at his home near Clarksville, not far
from Washington. Now If we could get a
telegram from him to the President, asking
Grant to stop Off
Can Ii be worked?" asked the man with
the cast in his eye.
Anything can be worked" said Jim Jubi-
lee, brusquely, provided you know how TO
work 1t. And by the eternal," he added
''we'n work this and the corner, too"
Unless Richard Strong and the gentle
men he has induced to join with him In a
pool to oppose should prove an OBJ
stacle," remarked the man with the bulldog
face, ironically.
How about that pool, DaIton?' said
Fisk. Anything new?'
Charlie moved uncomfortably. II don't
know of anything"
You think. though. Mr.: Strong really
means to stand in the way%'
Again the young man seemed to answer
reluctantly. II am sure of it,
We'll, then. let him look out for the Jug
gernautr'
The little gentleman arose. II believe
| that is ALL he said. THE caucus is dis
solved.
At about the same hour some one tapped
gently upon the door of Mr.. Strong's room
at the Astor House. In answer to the &C.