New-York tribune., 1908-02-09

tomcse III go down and give me fr! nd Rural some
tips in home doin's, and III be after paying me
compliments to the President at the same time,
saws l. an assure him that every Hnployee OF the
Mike Kelley WOOlen Works and Coal scoops as don I
whoOp 1t up for another term tor hln II get u
bloody nose he'll reminder the mornln OF next
lection day
Arnos's face and throat worked as if he was swaI-
lowing a large qIinlne capsule. And | could see
that the tactfu coating over that pill was IN danger
Of parting,-the under half representing the ncces-
sity of keeping in with his State boss, while the
upper cap pressed for diplomatic conCtalHlent
from this home folks of the microscopic exist
ence of new Congressman, as viewed from the
White House telescope But the bitter powder OF
personal embarrassment did not leak out, and
Amos took his medicine, and a little later presented
himself in the Executive waiting room with funny
little Old Mike Kelley hanging Ike dinner bucket
And here / sing again the Greek chorus Of " You
Never Can Tell
Their cards had no sooner gone the way of
nickel IN the slot, than the President : secretary
came out, striding hurriedly up them and swing
ing his if to keep off the other visitors Ike
a lot of flies The President will see YOU at once.
Mr.. Kelley, he said. and began retrace his forced
march back to the Holy of Holes. And Amos sald
Mike Kelley shot along in his wake like a steam
tug Amos followed, | suppose. Ike big liner
At any rate when Amos reached the door Of the
Presidents private office, there that cartoon
Of the labor vote bringing his arm down to meet
the Presidents extended hand with a regular coal
pick slug. and calling out as II bossing gang Of
terriers ':
You're all right, Mr.. President, Go ahead wild
YOUR sthrong Centr goVernmint. What We want
IS a sthrong man, like yersef to make things hum
ike pcrliccman 5 rattle and off the thievin'
scamps. But We must hang all the anarchs first
Mr.. President anarchy II bust yer fine rule I've
a bunch of anarChs out in mines, but |
know everyone of them and III be plased to hand
them all over to We to he hung.
Then the President asked some questions which
showed that he was fully informed to the political
divisions and control of our State and drew out
shat aStute little boss until he talked as wisely and
picturesquely a solomon.
lust think Eta, the President had never heard
# Amos, the member of Congress, when we came
mere, yet he had evidently had his eve adrniringly
this illterate mill and mine owner for sornetnel
And the essence of Iou-NeverC an Tellness lies in
the fact that social entrance to the White
House to this rough wedge
For the President insisted that Amos should
bring Mike Kelley back to lunch that dav: and the
I'D fellow talked of his emigrant struggles and the
frontier times in State when his only son had
died from exposure. " SO suddntlv" as ne ALWAYS
says, that for a time | didn't know which of the
two of us had gone beyont."
OF course. you and | know that he beat that son
and drove him to his death in a drunken FURY: but
guess Mike Kelley has what is called temperament
farther up the social
scale. At any rate.
ne can make a moving
tale of it, and the = wiz
President and his wife - Ee1N lxJcH :,
we're greatly moved yzs<f s1aEt n sgEi Is.
The President in Js&&% IA
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