Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1913-08-01

"OH i1h0 1C-UuL IL only LOT cOu"
pie Of months"
And as to sealing the treasury"
continued the governor, IT presume
that the morning will be time enough
for that
Yes, It's bad night outside, any
way" responded Gilman The gov
ernor was lost again In thought Gil
man went ON and out
| The clock in the hall tolled eleven
The governor rose. and went slowly
up the staircase that winds gracefully
from the great hall to the floor above,
and thence to his chamber and his bed
In a room on thesparlor floor of the
Leland, the windows of which looked
down on Sixth street, short, fat man
was pacing the floor.
He'll" he would say, "why the
devil doesn't he comet"
The little man was William Grigsby,
and he was the encouragement of the
state of Illinois He had come down
/ from the 10 Daviess hills, to serve a
term in the house, and been nominated
for the Office he now held by the gov
ernor, John Chatham. John Chatham
was his political creator, and the two
men had once been friends. The adj
ministration had begun harmoniously
enough, but before two of the four
years Of its political life had expired
there was split, and factions had
formed There had been fierce fight
for the control Of the state central
committee that year, and the struggle
had been carried into the state conven-
ton, which nominated state treas
| urer superintendent of public in
struction, and trustees Of the univer-
sity of Illinois. In one faction were
the governor, the auditor of public ac-
counts, and, of course, his appointees,
the Acknowledgement, the railroad and
warehouse commissioners and the
trustees of the state institutions. In
the other were the encouragement
and the secretary of state, Jennings.
Lockhart, the state treasurer, had
been neutral. He was everybody's
friend.
candidate for governor, in opposition
to his old friend, John Chatham, the
man who had made him.
| The Encouragement continued to
smoke and pace the floor, and swear.
After while he consulted his watch
again, and then gave the old-fashioned
brass bell-pull vigorous jerk. Pres
emily negro boy came bearing pre-
sumptive pitcher of water, the tinkl1ng
of the ice heralding his approach. The
attorney-general would have welcomed
ice water in the morning, but now he
seized it from the black boys hand,
set it down with a splash on his wash
stand, and shouted:
go and tell Jim to mix me com.
modore."
Just as the boy reached the door, it
opened, and tall man entered. The
tall man seeing the boy, looked at
Grigsby.
"What'H you have, Hank?" said the
attorney general.
"a little whisky
Bring Mr.. Jennings some whisky,
ordered the attorney general.
Bourbon, boy" added Mr.. Jennings.
The boy withdrew.
The Encouragement paused before
the fire, and looked up into the face
of the secretary of state.
"Well, Hank" he said, II began to
fear you hadn't got my message.
Heard the news ?"
what news?"
"Why," replied the encouragement,
haven't you heard? Jim Lockhart's
dead"
"The hell he isl" responded Jen-
nings. ST hadn't heerd airy word.
When'd he die?"
"This afternoon"
Student"
Rather
what was ailin' Of him?"
| The attorney general smiled, pecu-
liar. mirthless smile.
The secretary of state ceased to
rock.
"You don't reckon now"
That's it, exactly"
"I didn't know it'd got that bad.
What'd they give out fer the cause
"Oh. heart failure, l suppose"
beats hell. don't it,"
The secretary of state was silent.
Presently he spoke again in an alb
stracted way:
"Well. Jim as devil of a good fell
Ter; as good as you'd meet up 18th in q
coon's age. An I reckon when it
come to a showdown, he as our
friend. If the boys 'p'ints an inVestl-
gatin' committee-Jim as al'ays lee
tie too free 18th the stuff. .
blank. I didn't send for you to-
night to hold memorial services over
Jim Lockhart. There's something more
important than that-there's some
thing damned important, and it con-
Germs me-"
"You?"
Eyes, me. I'm in this thing just
twenty thousand dollars.
'The hell you are"
"Just-twenty-th thousand
Grigsby sank into chair.