Life — April 2, 1896 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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Just now Allen, of Mississippi—one of the raconteurs of Congress—is enter- taining his fellows with a little story, showing how he recently won for his candidate, from President Cleveland, an appointment to the United States marshalship in the State. The old marshal had died, and Allen went to the White House with the name of somebody whom he deemed fitted to be his successor. President Cleve- land advised him to secure the indorsements of the other members of the Missis- sippi delegation. Allen knew full well that the effort to secure their indorse- ments would be regarded only as an invitation by every man of them to find a candidate of hisown. And so it was. The result was a lively cross-hauling on all sides, and the situation became so bewilderingly complicated that Allen almost abandoned hope of winning his fight. One day, while the fight was hot- test, he dropped in at the White House. “Ha,” said President Cleveland as he greeted him, come to talk about that United States marshalship ?"” “No,” Allen responded, ‘but a mighty good story just came into my mind, and I thought as I was passing I would drop in and tell it to you.” “ Always ready to exchange the importunities for place for a good story, was the President's assurance. “It’s a trifle personal, Mr. President,” Allen said, ‘* because it's about my- self and one of my clients. My client's father died and left his estate in rather a bad kind of a muddle, and I was called in to straighten it out.’ There was a fee in it, and of course I took charge of the matter right away. The moment I began to try to straighten it out I flushed a covey of collateral relatives, who laid claims to part of the estate, and caveated. There was an awful long litigation. “I suppose you have Ny OO, YI]. ~ on package), twice a week, A sample of the liquid by mal We and the collateral fellows pulled and hauled at each other until the tug-of- war about played all of us out, and my anxious client, who had expected to take possession of the property without any obstruction, became especially weary. Scarcely a day went by without his wanting to know how the thing stood and when it was going to come toahead. He was overjoyed when I told him that at last the case had got up to the judge and was to be heard the next day, and would probably be decided right away. ‘I went over to court, Mr. President, and presented my case in so clear and convincing a light that I was satisfied the court must be with me, and you may imagine my surprise when, after the argument, the judge announced he would take the papers and reserve his decision. The next day my client rushed into my office, breathless. “* Well,’ he exclaimed, ‘is it all over?" “**Oh,' I said to him, ‘I made a beautiful argument before the court. it was so clear that there was no room for the court to have any doubt. for two hours, showed the court all the bearings of the case and— “Yes, but—' my client gasped, ‘ what was the result ?’ “**To take the papers and reserve his decision. He shouldn’t have done it after such an argument and such a speech as I made, and the case so clear. But, then I did the best I could for you.’ “My client was awfully chopfallen, spread over his countenance. “© ‘What's the matter, John ?' Lasked him, “** Nothin’, nothin',’ he answered with a broken air, ‘only I begin to feel Why, Talked His jaw fell and a shadow of gloom sorry that the old man ever died.’ "—New York Herald. 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