The Bon Homme County independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1904-1913, 1911-05-04
CHAPTER VIII.

Glad to see you, Mr.. Warrington"
said McQuade, pointing toward q chair.
He did not offer his hand; something
told him not to make that mistake.
From under the desk McQuade's dog
emerged, stiff and bristling. On his
side. Jove stood squarely on his legs,
head on, as they say, his lips writhing
and quivering with rage. Warrington
touched the chair that had been
offered him. ,Jove begged. But the
the master was obdurate. Joe jumped
up. but turned quickly. The white dog
stopped. He recognized that he was
at q complete disadvantage.
McQuade watched these proceedings
with an amused twinkle. 1t was a
clever maneuver. So far as he was
concerned. good dog fight would not
have been to his distate.
1T doesn't hurt the brutes to fight
once in while. But, Of course" he
added your dog is DID," g
Nothing is old till it is useless"
"An epigram from one Of your
plays?"
mo; but it sounds good enough to
use. Jove has strong teeth, however,
and he comes from a fighting family
But for my part, 1 had much rather
see two men pummel each other
80 would I. for that matter" Nc
Quade pushed the matchbox toward
Warrington but Warrington drew out
his own and struck light. McQuade
shrugged.
"Mr. McQuade. I am interested to
learn what is back Of your note.
Horses?
mo; not horses"
McQuade viewed the young man
through half-closed eyes. The con-
tractor was big hulk Of a man. phys
ically as strong as a. bull with reddish
hair. small twinkling eyes. a puffy
nose notified with veins thin lips
shaded by a bristling red mustache,
and heavy jaw. The red fell Of hair
on his hands reminded Warrington Of
a sow's back.
mo, Mr.. Warrington, haven't any
horses for sale today" he began. mot
very long ago you met Senator Hen
derson at your club. He offered you
the nomination for mayor this fall.
and you accepted it,"
Warrington could not repress start
of surprise.
"That is true. What mystifies me-"
he supplemented, lis how this know
ledge came to your ears
II generally hear what's going on.
My object in asking you to call is to
talk over the matter on friendly
basis"
POLITICALLY. we have nothing in COM
mon."
Politically or socially. But the point
is this: What have you done that you
should merit this honor? I'll talk
frankly. What have you done toward
the building up Of your city? What
have you done toward it's progress in
manufacturing and building? You
have done nothing but buy a house
on the fashionable street and pay the
taxes
you might add that I once peddled
vegetables said Warrington.
1t was McQuade's turn to be sur
prised
Then you are not ashamed of the
fact that you sold vegetables?"
I'm truth, I'm rather proud Of it, It
was the first step in the fight. And
tell you honestly, Mr.. McQuade that
l have fought every inch of the way.
And I shall continue to fight. when
there's anything worth fighting for
I'm not a manufacturer or q builder.
but l am none the less eligible for
public office. What little money have
was made honestly, every penny of it.
1t was not built on political robbery
and the failures of others. But let
US come to the point. You have
something to say"
Yes. I have. And II Is this: I
don't propose to have you NEEDLE with
the politics of this city 1 hope we
can come to a peaceful understanding.
I don't want to war against you"
"Mr. McQuade, you talk like a man
out Of his sense. Who's going to pre-
vent me from accepting the nominal
tion?'
IT am" answered McQuade. bring
ing a fist down on his desk.
The dogs growled. They seemed to
realize that war Of some kind was In
the air.