Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1913-04-01
Colonel
TODHUNTER
of Missouri
6y RIPLEY D! SAUNDERS
Csprtht. 1911. ~ t.s Bobbs-Menr
CeMpsy
Csprioht. 1911. ~ d.s Bobbs-hlerp
CeMpsg
CHAPTER v.

went direct to the once OF the
iNineveh Bhdswhen he had seen Strick-
land OF for st. Louis.
Dick Cantrill, editor Of the Blade.
was . red headed young Democrat who
cherished old fashioned principles.
There was no thought in his clean
mind of Devious ways to make politics
lpecuniarily profitable. One could no
more have bought him than one
could have bought" Patrick Henry or
"Old Hickory Jackson, and he was
Just about az fiery and fearless as
those two earlier Americans. Conse-
quently, many politicians spoke Of him
as "that stubborn young fool. Dick
Cantr1n Of tho Nineveh Blade"
Az Colonel Todhunter entered the
Blade ONCE Tuning little man almost
extinguished under big and very
rusty silk hat was terminating what
had plainly been stormy interview
with Dick Cantrili.
Hello. Ephp' said Colonel Todhuntsr.
surprised 1T amt often find you
hobnobbin' with Dick Cantrill. Go
right ahead. Don't let me interrupt
your
There was q wicked smile on young
Cant1ilrs mouth. "We're Just about
done now, colonel" he interposed
Squire Tucker was trying to induce
me to support Yancey in this campaign.
but had to decline. The Blades for
Colonel Strickland tooth and nail, now
that he's out for the nomination"
And you and the Blade are both
burned fools, sir-that's all rye got to
sayl" snapped the little old man under
the big hat. "You don't know which
side your breads buttered on, Dick
Cantrill!'
Squire" said Dick, grinning coo3ly,
"that amt tho only viewpoint from
which look at the matter. know
Colonel Strickland and I know Steve
Yancey, and know strickland's the
best man. That makes 1t my duty to
support him, squirrel"
Its to your interest to support the
winner. you young idiot, and I was
talking to you for your own good!'
cried old Tucker. stephen X. Yancey
has got all the money influence behind
him in this campaign, and he'll be NOM
mated by an Overwhelming majority.
You'll put up mighty poor mouth
then, Dick Cantrill, begging for the
public printing in the Blade. and I'll
see to It that nothing comes your way"
"Go right ahead. Crack your whip,
squirrel" retorted Dick Cantril calmly.
IT reckon you and have different
ideas about politics, but there needn't
be any hard feelings unless you insist
on IT. Anyway, we might as well get
the whole thing thrashed out right
now, as long as we've got started"
"1'll see II can't make you change
your tune before I'm done with you,
sirw And old fuckers cold little eyes
narrowed venomously. you're talk
ing mighty big now, Dick Cantrill, but
the Yancey administration'll have the
last say, my young gamecock!"
1.-THE Yancey administration be hang
ed" replied Dick Cantrill, and then
he laughed and settled back In his
chair. ''But, shucks, squire. I can't
talk to you Ike could to younger
man. Let's 60 easy. You're for Yam
cey. and I'm for Strickland, and that's
all there is to It. Every mans got
right to his own opinion in free
country, squire"
Every we'll. sir, very well, If you
viii have it that way" retorted old
Eph Tucker. "But you're backing a
loser, Dick Cantril, and you're going
to suffer for it. Stephen X. Yancey
will snow Bill Strickland under so
deep that Bills friends IL never be
able to dig him out, STRIP
Dick Cantrill stretched his arms
above his head. "Such being the case,
SQUIRE" he replied, 1T don't make any
difference to you Yancey people what
me and the Blade see at to do, so you
can Just keep your shirt on"
Old Tucker glared at the amused
speaker.
At this moment fourth figure was
added to the group. It was that of
Lycurgus Quivey, the schoolmaster Of
Nineveh, a gaunt and homely repre-
sentative Of rustic learning with a
face pathetic in its meek wistfulness.
Jewell, well, Lycurgus!" cried Dick
Cantrtll cordially. "pm glad to see
you. BEST If hadn't begun to fear
the Blade wasn't going to have poem
from you this week. And that would
never do, STRIP
Lycurgus Quivey cleared his throat
nervously. II reckon you'll be surpris-
ed. Mr.. Cantrill,'' he said at last, ''but
the truth In I've written a political
poem this time. know Colonel Strick-
land so well, sir, and 1 like him SO
much that l thought I'd write Strick-
land campaign song. It might do some
good at mass meetings and barbecues
and such things. it seemed to me-"
Old Eph Tucker snorted and glared
at the embarrassed speaker. Colonel
Todhunter beamed his approval. Dick
CantrilPs sense Of humor reveled in
the situation.
"Bully for you. Lycurgusr' he ex-
claimed. 'That's just fine! You bet
the Blade will print your campaign
song. And, by George. sir, come to
think Of it, here's Squire Tucker doing
his level best to convert me to the Yam
cey cause. I'll just read your poem to
him and see If It won't bring him over