Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1913-09-12
Copyright By The BobDs- Merrill Company

himself on being man who harbored
no resentments. So he sent Dan
Ford, his private secretary, to open
| negotiations for peace.
The colonel had recognized the
coming of the heat by DOMINIC his
suit of linen, with red tie at his
throat to give the touch of color he
always loved, and he had got out his
broad-leaved Panama hat for it's
fifteenth season. Ford found him
seated in the leather chair, swinging
one thin leg over the other, his white
hose wrinkling over his low shoes,
telling Carroll how Grant came to
Springfield from Galenas. seeking a
commission in the army. Ford diplo-
matically preached the subject of a
conference between the colonel and
the senator. The colonel heard him
to the end, but said nothing. His
mustache simply lifted a little with
the curl of his lip. Ford was evident.
ly disappointed.
Have you any reply?" he asked. cor
any message?"
Yes said the colonel, and his
gray eyes flashed under his shaggy
brows. Present my compliments to
Senator Warren, and tell him that if
he ever presumes to speak to me
again in all his life, I'll slap his face,
and if he resents it. I'll kill him.
The next morning an interview
with Warren appeared in all the pa
pers.
II would prefer" the senator was
reported as saying, Ito retire to pri-
vate life and resume my interrupted
law practice, if l were not compelled
to seek vindication by the bushwack-
ing of this doting old migrate, who
disappointed in his attempts to
monopolize patronage that belongs to
patriotic party workers, now sku1ks
behind the sympathy his years and
infirmities excite, to wage a guerrilla
warfare"
The colonel read the interview at
breakfast.
Half an hour later a man stopped
by his chair in the lobby and said
something to the colonel that made
him drop his paper, and look up over
his eyeglasses with scowl. The
man was known as Birdy Quinn, and
he had lost his job in the water Office
the week before, because Warren
wished to make room for fellow who
could deliver more votes at the com
ing primaries than Birdy could
care you sure?" the colonel asked
"Sure! Isn't it all over the ward
this morning?"
you're sure that Pat Gibbons con
scented to run as Warren's candidate
| for state senator in the First dis
| trict against Carroll-after promising
me-me?" He bent his brows angrily
and pointed with long forefinger at
his own breast.
j"Well helps bells!" said Quinn
Wasn't Baldwin working with him
half the night?"
sWell, Birdy,'' he said YEARLY, u
guess I've got one more fight left in
| me-"
| Most men thought it was Warren's
interview that caused the colonel to
| consent at last to lead the opposition
against him, though some said it was
| but the fascination of politics, which
| is like the fascination of the sea, Sc
that man who follows it once must
follow it till he dies.
81 never thought I'd live to see the
day when I'd be glad to find the old
| mans chair empty" said Eph Hark
ness of Macoupin that afternoon. He
| had come up from Carlinville in re-
Spouse to telegram from the colonel
and having registered, and given his
| bag and linen buster to bell-boy
was removing his big felt hat to mop
his wet brow.
ssI'm afraid he won't be able to
stand the strain Of campaign, said
Carroll.
"stand the strain! Hin?" ex
claimed Hardness. Why, he'll be
alive and drawing pay when they're
referring to ST Warren as ex-senator!
81 hate to have them say such mean
things about him." Carroll persisted
thinking of the interviews.
IF they think they kin say any
| meaner things bout him than he kin
bout them, jes' let 'em lam IN
chuckled Mosely of Alexander.
"Yes," mused Hardness, it'll be the
greatest fight we've had in illinois
since Logan's time. We've got lead
er now
There was an echo of the old days
in his voice, which, with its gentle
hint of regret. was lost OH Carroll
who had not known the colonel IN the
old days.
For a month the colonel did not &C
out of the hotel He was up early
and at work, his cigar in his mouth
debating letters, sending kilograms
receiving callers. When he slept, nc
one knew. He never had his hat on
He ate his meals from a tray IN ms
room alter the food had grown cold
His headquarters recalled pathetlcaiiy
the old days when his power and SUI
nremacy were unquestioned. They
were crowded day and night with the
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