The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903, November 02, 1895, Image 2
THE COURIER. Highest of all in Leavening Power. Latest U. S. Gov't Report DnVl Baking m, r ymrvsa Powder AB&OLUTELY PURE vico to the country, and it is to be re gretted that ho should, toward tho end of his life, huvo marred his record by assaying tho rolo of a demagogue. m Tho World-Herald made eomo un pleasant allusion to that large and gifted statesman, Ed Roggen, the other boys who aro not usually interested in politics suggested that I would bo a good man for tho oflico to which I am now supposed to aspire. I mildly pro tested that I wouldn't take tho best of fice in tho gift of the city of Omaha or county of Douglas, but these neighbors of mine insisted and said they were go- day. Tho largo and gifted statesman is, ing to mention it to so-and-so who run3 as everybody knows, ono of tho chief politics in our ward for our party. They guards of tho inner temple of tho Rose- evidently did mention it, for in a day or that while in our ward there were two primary tickets in the Held, I was the choice of tho delegates on both. Upon the morning of tho primaries I was wuited upon by several of those named on each ticket and was asked for con tributions to help secure tho election of their ticket. Of course I could not tell them that each ticket was favorable to me and that no matter which won they were my delegation, ae I contributed to tach for the solo satisfaction of Beeing them tight each other and spend my money in an effort to defeat my own delegation on each side. 1 secured tho nomination. I will, if tin campaign permits, tell you more of it auon. A. J. Candidate. Vote for one X. water shrine, anil it was but natural that tho Bee should come to his de fense. "Mr. Roggen," says tho indig nant Bee, "was for eight years deputy RC-cretary of stato and was elected and two I began to receive visits from a class of gentlemen who I have since learned are the individuals known to the initiated in politics as "ward heel ers.' This brand of distinguished re-elected by the people of Nebraska to highwaymen has been camping on my the honorable position of secretary of state. No man who has over tilled that responsible oflico left behind him a more creditable record for capacity and integrity." The Bee's admiration for its targe and gifted emissary may havo made it a bit enthusiastic over tho emissary's ''record for capacity and in tegrity," tho' on Becond thought, I don't believe any one will question Mr. Roggen 's capacity. It is really enor mous. Some people have a capacity for trail ever since. Their interest in me first in my nomination and subsequent ly in my election, is of a character truly "touching, and their assurance of con fidence in the probity of my character would seem to entitle me to an immense majority if expert testimony of this na ture is entitled to any credence, and who can doubt it? One of the first gentlemen to call upon me with a view of impressing me with the idea that I was a born states- one thing, some for another. Tho Bee man was a colored man by the name of continues: "Mr. Roggen came to Omaha Henry Tar box. Mr. Tarbox insisted on five years ago at tho solicitation of lead- shaking hands cordially and proclaimed ing business men and property-owners confidentially and reassuringly that he to undertake tho difficult and delicate was a friend of mine. 1 intimated that task of organizing tho anti-prohibition I had no reason to doubt it. He forces. There was nothing dishonorable thought that the people wanted just or disreputable connected with his such a man as me to occupy a certain work in that campaign." Again is the Bee led into an irresponsible enthusiasm through its admiration for Roggen and his "capacity." Had the Bee been in a office in their gift and assured me that 1 -should have his support for it, and that of forty-six other colored men who always had him tell them whom to vote calm mood it would never have said for and support. He made it a point to that Mr. Roggen came to Omaha five only recommend good men to this class years ago at the solicitation of leading in Political science of his, and was glad business men and property owners, of the oppoitnnity tosee that they voted Knowing full well that Roggen, large for such an exceptional candidate as J and gifted and capacious as he is, had would undoubtedly be. I felt flattered been upon the rocks in this city, and that he was taken to Omaha by Mr. Rose water for the express purpose of furthering Mr. Rosewater's peculiar personal schemes, the Bee would, had it not been carried away by its enthusi asm, have kept perfectly quiet on this score. It is wonderful how reckless a little enthusiasm will make people. Mr. Rosewater and his largo and gifted as sistant collected a large amount of money for the purpose of fighting pro hibition, and it is no secret that this man of great capacity was chief leg puller in the cause. There has long been a sus- at this spontaneous indorsement, intro duced Mr. Tarbox to my partner in bus iness and invited him to sample a box of clear HavanaB which I had in my desk. I told him I would give the mat ter of my proposed candidacy due con sideration, and if I concluded to run he would undoubtedly hear of it. I then began to handle the papers on my desk as an intimation that the interview was nearly over, when Mr. Tarbox came nearer and in a burst of still greater confidence informed me thit his house rent was due and unpaid, and that as he had not done any work for a long picion of Etrange proceedings on the time he was a trifle short of money. If part of Roggen in this matter, and the I could let him have $5 for a few days enthusiastic statement that "there was t would save him moving expenses and nothing dishonorable or disreputable would be an incident which his memory retain till time should be no I let him have it. His niemory connected with his work in that cam paign" is not convincing. The truth of the matter is, Mr. Roggen is a great man, but unfortunately he is not as good as he is great, and the least said would more. is not any more retentive than he ie. He still has it. Before the day of the primary rolled about his good qualities the better. The around I had made so many little in funny thing about it is a man like Rose- vestments like the foregoing tributes water trying to give a character to a man o' a grateful candidate to a devoted and like Roggen. fairly worshipping constituency that I concluded to allow my friends to go I have seldom seem, a more truthful ahead and amuse themselves at my ex or interesting presentation of the work- pense and 6ee what they could do to ings of "practical politics" than the fol- ward getting the nomination for me. lowing which appeared the other day in Tbey are good rustlers, the World-Herald: As I had ne7er been in politics before, I am one or the men running for of- the various candidates for other offices fice this year. It is the first time I had nothing against me, and so long be have been a candidate; in fact, I wasn't fore my friends had made offensive and a candidate this time; I was simply in defensive alliances with 6ome of the the hands of my friends. A few of the leaders on both sides, with the result LASCA. I want free life and I want fresh air, And I sigh for tho canter after tho cattle, The crack of the whips, like shots in battle, Tho medley of horns and hoofs and heads That wars and wrangles and scatters and spreads; Tho green beneath and the blue above. And dash and danger, and life and love, And Lasca! Lasca used to ride On a mouse-gray mustang, close to my 6ide, With blue e'erape and bright-belled spur; I laughed with joy when I looked at her; Little knew she of books or creeds; An Ave Maria sufficed her needs; Little she cared, save to be by my side, lo ride with me, and ever to ride, From San Saba's shore to Lavaca's tide, She was as bold as the billows that beat, She was as wild as the breezes that blow; From her little head to her little feet She was swayed, in her suppleness, to and fro By each gust of passion; a sapling pine That grows on the edge of a Kansas Her hair was darker than her eye; And something in her suiilo and frown, Curled crimson lip, and instep high, Showed that there ran in each blue vein, Mixed with the milder Aztec strain. The vigorous vintage of old Spain, Tho air was heavy, the night was hot, I sat by her side, and forgot forgot; Forgot the herd that was taking their rest; Forgot that tho air was close opprest, That the Texas norther comee sudden and soon In the dead of noon; That mice let take fright, And nothing on fiiglit, And woe to tho rider, steed. Who falls in front of their mad stam pede! Was that thunder? No, by tho Lord! I spring to my saddle without a word. One foot on mine, and she clung be hind. Away on a hot chase down the wind! But never was fox hunt half so hard. And never was steed so little spared. For we rode for our lives. You shall hear how we fared In Texas, down by tho Rio Grande. night or the blaze of the herd at its breath earth can stop the and woe to the Hew, and we urged him left, and you have and shoot your bluff, And wars with the wind when the weather is rough, Is like this Lasca, this love of mine, She would hunger that 1 might eat, Would take the bitter and leave mo l dug out a grave a few feet deep, The mustang on; There is one chance but ono Halt, jump to ground, horse; Crouch under his carcass, and take your chance; And if the steers, in their frantic course, Don't batter you both to pieces at once, You may thank your stars; if not, good by To the quickening kiss and the long drawn sigh, And tho open air and tho open cky, In Texas, down by the Rio Grande. The cattle gained on us and then I felt For my old six-shooter, behind in my belt; Down came the mustang, and down came we, Clinging together, and what was the rest? A body that spread itBelf on my breast, Two arms that shielded my dizzy head, Two lips that hard on my lips were pressed; Then came thunder in my ears As over us surged the sea of steers; Blows that beat blood into my eyes, And when I could rise Lasca was dead. the sweet; But once, when I made her jealous for fun, At something I'd whispered, or looked or done, One Sunday, in San Antonio, To a glorious girl on the Alamo, She drew from her girdle a dear little dagger. And sting of a wasp! it made me stagger! An inch to the left or an inch to the right. And I shouldn't be maundering here to night; But she sobbed, and, sobbing, so swiftly bound Her torn rebose about the wound. That 1 quite forgave her. Scratches don't count In Texas, down by the Rio Grande. Her eye was brown; brown a deep, deep. And there in earth's arms I laid her to sleep; And where she is lying no one knows, And the summer shines and the win ter snows, And for many a day the Mowers havo spread A pall of petals over her head; And the little gray hawk hangs aloof in the air. And the sly coyote trots here and there, And the blacksnake glides and glitters and slides Into the rift in a cotton wood tree, And the buzzard sails on, And comes and is gone, Stately and still as a Bbip at sea; And I wonder why I do not care For the things that are like the things that were. Does half my heart lie buried there. In Texas, down by the Rio Grande? F. Desprez. I DRESS SUITS You are invited to in spect our DKSS SUITS price $25 and $35. equal in fit and workmanship to $65 and 875 tailor made suits. The finest material and finish; latest style EKING CLOTHING COMPANY You are invited to in 2 spect our 5 ixrjssss suits price $25 and $35, equal B in fit and workmanship to $C5 and $75 tailor made suits. 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