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TEARS.
Bot In the time of pleasure
Hope doth set her bow;
Eut in the sky of sorrow,
Over the vaie of woe.
Through glootn and shadow look wo
On beyond the years:
The soul would have no rainbow
Had the eyes no tears.
—John Vance Cheney, in the Century.
THE AUDITOR'S WIFE.
I G-H EARTED
“Sile” Burton •was
“in the hands of his
friends” for the
>■> /J fourth time, after the
V ancient and honor
A / - \ - V| able custom of can
p> didates for political
{& preferment.
That Siie Burton,
m ^ auditor of Apache
County, was in the
hands of his friends
was literally true, on
this particular occa
sion, for Sile was a very sick man. It
was his own fault, that is, he had no
business to go, as he did, with Sheriff
Tom Owens, to suppress that riot over
in the Bloomer District, last month. It
was not in the line of his duties. But,
then, the call had been a hasty and im¬
perative one, and poor Tom was short
on deputies as well as being pressed for
time, and Sile could hardly have refused
to go even if he had wanted to, which
he did not. He enjoyed a little row as
well as the Sheriff himself did, and, be¬
sides, he was one of the moat obliging
men in the world. So he went, and
not only got hit with a club or some¬
thing, but received a 44-bulletin his in¬
terior department, while Tom and the
rest of tho posse escaped without a
scratch. Sile was better now, and could
think with considerable facility; which
was unfortunate, perhaps, because hi3
thoughts were mostly of his expiring
term of office and his helpless condition.
It was pretty tough, everybody agreed,
because it was going to be a
year, and Sile was a great worker.
friends, too, unfortunately were
pretty busy looking out for their own
scalps, and could not give his affairs the
attention they needed.
1'here was the last payment still due
the house; there was “paper” in the
to be taken up; Sile Burton was in a
financial way, because, in addition
being what is known as a “good
he had made some unfortunate invest¬
ments lately, and now, to complete
misery and overflow the cup, Brad
well, of Chloride District, had come out,
in his sneaking but effective way, for
Jere Hobart for county auditor, and was
working night and day for his man, who
had been Silo’s strongest opponent in the
last convention. Oh, it was rough, and
here was Sile, lying helpless, with the
nominating convention only two weeks
away!
All this, and much more, Sile poured
into the cars of his pretty littie wife, as
she hovered over him attending to his
many wants, in the way that nobody but
a woman, and a womanly woman, ever
will learn. She did not say so, but she
had a talk with Tom Owens that day,
and he had agreed wif h her that the out¬
look was pretty blue; for Brad Boutwell,
boss of the Mountain Girl and two lesser
mines, employer of three hundred men
and an entirely unscrupulous politician,
was about the worst man in the county
to have on the other side, and he had
assured Ow ens that he certainly intended
to del eat Burton’s renomination, and
“that's all there is in it. It goes, too,
what Brad Boutwell says: and you know
it, Tom Owens.
Yes, Tom did know it, and he knew
that without Boutwell hisownname was
“Dennis," for he had not the strength in
the precincts near town that Burton had.
So his hands were tied, and he could do
nothing for Sile in the Chloride Dis¬
trict.
Mrs. Burton said nothing to Sile of
Tom’s visit to the boss of Chloride. She
closed his complaining lips with a kiss
every notv and then, and chirped away
as cheerfully as though mortgages, and
unpaid notes, and big surgeon’s bills,
and conventions had never a part in her
life. And all this time she kept up a
“blame sight o’ thinkin’,” as Tom
Owens used to say to his wife, who was
also an ardent admirer of the little
“tenderfoot” bride Sile Burton had
brought irorn the States a few months
ago.
Sile Burton was sleeping soundly next
morning, when his wife, the usual smile
gone from her face, stole up to his bed¬
side, kissed him softly two or three
times, and ran over to the Owens’s. It
was not until ten o'clock that he awoke
and noticed that the woman by the win¬
dow was not Mary, but Mrs. Owens.
And he did not know that this kindly,
big-hearted woman fibbed when she told
him that Mary had “just gone down to
the Spriuga to get a prescription filled
that they couldn't put up here, and
would be back on the two-thirty train.”
Tom Owens, with the buckboard apd
fidgeting Bay Nell, was waiting, just off,,
the trail, a snort distance from Chloride
Camp. A pretty littie woman, stared at
respectfully by the numerous men loaf¬
ing about—for women were scarce in
Chloride, tripped down the street, trying
to look unconscious, and entered the
door of Brad Boutwell’s office, It was
the noon hour, aDd he was alone, en¬
gaged in the pleasurable occupation of
disposing of an excellent luuch. He
heard the hesitating stop in the outer
office, and stepped to the door of his
sanctum, where he stood, somewhat
taken aback at the sight of his visitor.
It was several seconds after her sweet
voice had asj^ed “Is this Mr. Boutwell?”
that he recovered his equanimity and
gracefully acknowledged the fact.
“I am Mrs. Burton—Mrs. Silas Bur¬
ton. I came to see, you—to—to—”
But her courage gave cut for the
moment, and she did the very best thing
she could have done—just wept a few
relieving .ears, while the sympathetic
Boutwell, who had been a- bachelor
“ever since he could remember,’’ as he
himself said, “My dear madam-ed” her,
stammered, grew red in the face, vaguely
felt himself a triumphant ass, and finally
led her gently to a chair, where she
finished her weep.
Then she pulled herself together and
told him the whole pitiful tale. It was,
indeed—thought Boutwell, who had
always had more money than he had
known what to do with—a harrowing
state of affairs; and so, his bachelor
heart overflowing with sympathy for the
poor, frightened little emissary who sat
before him, and being, it must be said,
rather unsettled by this extraordinary
visit, he agreed, almost before he knew
it, to let the affair alone, and switch the
ambitious Hobart off the track. Then,
with her heartiest handshake, a world
of thankfulness shining in her big,
brown eyes, and fervent words of grati¬
tude on her sweet lips, the little mis
sionaiy was gone, and Boutwell, his
braiu in a whirl, sat down to think.
Well, by Jove! Now he had done it!
Why, great sacrificed Csesar! The thing
was impossible, utterly! He rushed to
the door. His late visitor was not in
sight. He sat down to think more calm¬
ly this time.
In politics there are complications no
man can overlook or ignore. There are
multifarious considerations and obliga¬
tions that must be attended to, and
whose existence is due, more often than
not, to circumstances whose discovery by
the unsympathetic would be a calamity
to the individual or individuals most in¬
terested. This case was such an one.
Hobart had a “ciDch” on the boss of
Chloride, and was master of the situa¬
tion, and no one knew it so well as did
Jere himself, who was never slow about
gratifying opportunities.
Thus Boutwell communed with him¬
self, and the result was much perspira¬
tion and an uncomfortable conscience.
“Well, no use shedding any tears,”
he said, aloud; “but, by Jove! I wish
I could keep my word with the little
woman. What a little duck she is, and
how Burton ought to congratulate him¬
self! Hum—hum—hum! Poor thing!
How rocky she’ll feel when she finds I
played such a dirty trick on her. Ye-es,
and what’ll I say to myself?”
Teddy O’Hara, whose family had been
kept from starving during the strike a few
months before, by the charity of the
“little duck” and her husband, and who
had awakened from his noonday nap un¬
der the office window about ten minutes
previously, chuckled softly to himself and
3neaked away, remarking, as he reached
the street:
“O-hol Thot’sit, is ut! A-ha! Teddy,
me bye. Oi tink yees had better tek a bit
thrip over t’ Apache the day. Yees
don’t leel loike worrkin’, do yees, now?”
And he hid his dinner-pail and started
down the trail for the county-seat,
whistling gleetuiiy.
Of Mrs. Burton’s second interview with
the smooth Mr. Boutwell, it is unneces¬
sary to speak at length. It was uncom¬
fortable fo,r him, but he kept his wits
about him and did not lower his flag,
and Mrs. Burton went away with a white,
drawn face—and with the set lips of a
brave little woman who has made up her
mind to something.
*
The day for the convention dawned
The visitors from the outside precincts,
including those from Chloride, were all
on hand to see the fun. It was almost
time to call the convention to order, but
two or three delegations had not arrived.
The Chloride delegation was one of
these. The visitors from that camp re¬
ported that the delegation had only
stopped to hold a pow-wow in Chair¬
man’s Boutwell’s office, and would be
along soon. Jere Hobart, as luck would
have it, had gotten a “jag” on the night
before, and was in bed at his quarters
in Chloride, as the result of a fall into
the cellar of the Nugget saloon. He
might have pulled himself together and
gone over to Apache, but everything
was -‘fixed” and there was no need, he
concluded.
The Chairman of the County Central
Committee called the convention to or¬
der, and read the call. The convention
effected a temporary organization and
the usual committees were appointed,
during whose deliberations a recess was
taken.
Tom Owens came to Mrs. Burton,
who, with a number of other women
whose husbands or brothers were inter¬
ested, directly or otherwise, in the pro¬
ceedings, was sitting in the gallery.
Owens spoke quicsly and earnestly:
“The Chloride crowd isn’t here yet.
Hobart’s too sick to come. If Boutwell
could only be kept away, it’d be O. K.
for Sile. He’s the only man that can
put Hobart in nomination, and there’s a
whole mess of his fellows ready to back¬
slide. If only they wouldn’t come!
I—”
But here he was sent for in great
haste by the anxious constituent, and
hurried away. When, tea minutes
later, lie looked up at the gallery, Mrs.
Burton was missing.’ Chloride
The sit men composing the in
delegation were in a hurry, and,
Boutwell’s three-seated spring--wagon,
behind h:3 big grays, were making good
time for Apache. '
‘
....
.
There is a deep ravine, nearly always
dry, on the trail between Apache and
Chloride, that has to be crossed care
fully. It is an abrupt descent and a yet
more abrupt ascent, and the trail on the
Apache side of the gully is flanked by
big rocks, which sheltered many a high
wayman in the old daj3. The delega¬
tion from Chloride had ju3t reached this
spot, and Boutwell was urging tho
horses up the steep incline, when short,
and sharp, and firm, in a woman’s voice,
came the command:
“Hark! t ’
•The six men in the wagon could hardly
believe their senses. Sitting beside the
big rock on the left, very pale, but with
compressed lips, and eyes that flashed
fire and determination, sat a small woman,
with a big Winchester, and the weapon
was cocked and aimed at Brad Boutwell.
The six men in the wagon raved and
stormed: they pleaded, begged, and
threatened; but the little woman on the
rock spoke only once, and then said?
“Bradford Boutwell, you gave me your
sacred word that you would not oppose
my husband’s renommation. If he is de¬
feated to-day it will probably kill him,
and that is what you intended—to defeat
him, after your promise to me. Now,
sir, if you so much as attempt to move
from here, you or any of the others, I
will kill you.”
That was all; but Brad Boutwell, look¬
ing at the set face, knew that she would
keep her word, and his seat-mate’s sug¬
gestion that such was the case, was met
by an emphatic “You bet she wouldl”
* * * * * *
The committees reported; the tempo¬
rary organization was made permanent,
and the Apache County Convention was
in full swing.
“Nominations for county auditor are
now in order,” announced the chairman,
and, a moment later, “Mr. Randall has
the floor.”
Hollis Randall, the brilliant young
district attorney, rose and made one of
the best speeches of his life, setting forth
clearly, convincingly, the merits, the
claims, the woith of the present incum¬
bent, and when he told of the unfortu¬
nate man, lying so ill as the result of a
wound incurred in the discharge of un¬
rewarded duties not his own—fighting
in defense of the law—there was a rous¬
ing, prolonged cheer.
Randall finished amid uproarious ap¬
plause, and sat down, mopping his fore¬
head with his handkerchief. There was a
moment’s “vociferous silence,” during
which there were some rapid changes of
sentiment on the part of Hobart dele¬
gates. Then “Pop” Gordon rose.
“Mr. Chairman, I move that the nom¬
ination of Mr. Burton be made by ac¬
clamation, thar seemin’ t’ be no more
nominations.”
“Second the motion! Second the mo¬
tion!” came Irorn a dozen throats.
“Mr. Chairman!” screamed a Hobart
“faithful.” “I call the gentleman to—”
Here Bill Dover, chairman of the dis
senter’s delegation, -- ? grabbed him bv tho
coat tails ana pulled ,, him , . down. , Bill
was an astute politician, and he knew the
cav was lost. , , But ,, , the entiiusiast ,, . would , ,
not “down.” When the ayes and noes
were called for, he and a half score of
others came cut strongly in the negative,
and when further nominations were de¬
clared in order, he rose and nominated
Jere Hobart.
The ballot stood sixty-three to thirty
seven in Burton’s favor, and Tom
Owens, forgetting that in a few minutes
the nominations . for sheriff would be
made, dashed over to Sile’s house with
the news, and was surprised to learn
that anxious little Mr3. Burton was not
there.
But the Chloride visitors who left to
convey the news of Hobart s defeat
home were more surprised than Owens,
when they suddenly found, on the way
home, where the missiug delegation was,
and why it was missing, and it almost
took their breath, and the delegation’s,
away, to see that fire-eating Amazon on
the rock collapse into very weak tears
when she heard the glad ne ws.
Hobart and his friends were mad, of
course; but one can not make war on a
woman, you know, and, besides, most
of them came to look on the matter,
after awhile, as a huge joke.
Boutwell? I am inclined to think,
atter it was over, that he was rather
glad than otherwise.—The Argonaut.
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