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festivities became initiated. The governor man had a bit of English under his hat, and when the music was choked off he says:
“Ver-r-ree fine. Gr-r-r-r-racias, the American gentleemen, the so esplendeed moosic as to playee.'
“The table was a long one, and Henry and me sat at the end of it next the wall. The governor sat at the other end. Homer P. Mellinger stood at the side of it. I was just wondering how Mcllinger was going to handle his crowd, when the home talent suddenly opened the services.
“That governor man was suitable for uprisings and policies. I judge he was a ready kind of man, who took his own time. Yes, he was full of attention and immediateness. He leaned his hands on the table and imposed his face toward the secretary
“'Do the American señors understand Spanish?' he asks in his native accents.
“ "They do not,' says Mellinger.
“ Then listen,' goes on the Latin man, prompt. "The musics are of sufficient prettiness, but not of necessity. Let us speak of business. I well know why we are here, since I observe my compatriots. You had a whisper yesterday, Señor Mellinger, of our proposals. To-night we will speak out. We
know that you stand in the president's favour, and we know your influence. The government will be changed. We know the worth of your services. We esteem your friendship and aid so much that'Mellinger raises his hand, but the governor man bottles him up. 'Do not speak until I have done. “The governor man
then draws a package wrapped in paper from his pocket, and lays it on the table by Mellinger's hand.
“'In that you will find fifty thousand dollars in money of your country. You can do nothing against
but you can be worth that for us. Go back to the capital and obey our instructions. Take that money now. We trust you. You will find with it a a paper giving in detail the work you will be expected to do for us. Do not have the unwiseness to refuse.'
“The governor man paused, with his eyes fixed on Mellinger, full of expressions and observances. I looked at Mellinger, and was glad Billy Renfrow couldn't see him then. The sweat was popping out on his forehead, and he stood dumb, tapping the little package with the ends of his fingers. The coloradomaduro gang was after his graft. He had only to change his politics, and stuff five fingers in his inside pocket.
“Henry whispers to me and wants the pause in the programme interpreted. I whisper back: 'H. P. is up against a bribe, senator's size, and the coons have got him going.' I saw Mellinger's hand moving closer to the package. 'He's weakening,' I whispered to Henry. We'll remind him,' says Henry, 'of the peanut-roaster on Thirty-fourth Street, New York.'
"Henry stooped down and got a record from the basketful we'd brought, slid it in the phonograph, and started her off.
It was a cornet solo, very neat and beautiful, and the name of it was 'Home, Sweet Home. Not one of them fifty odd men in the room moved while it was playing, and the governor man kept his eyes steady on Mellinger. I saw Mellinger's head go up little by little, and his hand came creeping away from the package. Not until the last note sounded did anybody stir. And then Homer P. Mellinger takes up the bundle of boodle and slams it in the governor man's face.
“ That's my answer,' says Mellinger, private secre
“ tary, 'and there'll be another in the morning. I have
I proofs of conspiracy against every man of you. The show is over, gentlemen.'
“ There's one more act,' puts in the governor man. 'You are a servant, I believe, employed by the president to copy letters and answer raps at the door. I am governor here. Señores, I call upon you in the name of the cause to seize this man.'
“That brindled gang of conspirators shoved back their chairs and advanced in force. I could see where Mellinger had made a mistake in massing his enemy so as to make a grand-stand play. I think he made another one, too; but we can pass that, Mellinger's idea of a graft and mine being different, according to estimations and points of view.
“There was only one window and door in that room, and they were in the front end. Here was fifty odd Latin men coming in a bunch to obstruct the legislation of Mellinger. You may say there were three of us, for me and Henry, simultaneous, declared New York City and the Cherokee Nation in sympathy with the weaker party.
“Then it was that Henry Horsecollar rose to a point of disorder and intervened, showing, admirable, the advantages of education as applied to the American Indian's natural intellect and native refinement. He stood up and smoothed back his hair on each side with his hands as you have seen little girls do when they play.
“Get behind me, both of you,' says Henry. “What's it to be, chief?' I asked.
“ 'I'm going to buck centre,' says Henry, in his football idioms. "There isn't a tackle in the lot of them. Follow me close, and rush the game.'
"Then that cultured Red Man exhaled an arrangement of sounds with his mouth that made the Latin aggregation pause, with thoughtfulness and hesitations. The matter of his proclamation seemed to be a co-operation of the Carlisle war-whoop with the Cherokce college yell. He went at the chocolate team like a bean out of a little boy's nigger shooter. His right elbow laid out the governor man on the gridiron, and he made a lane the length of the crowd so wide that a woman could have carried a step-ladder through it without striking against anything. All Mellinger and me had to do was to follow.
"It took us just three minutes to get out of that street around to military headquarters, where Mellinger had things his own way. A colonel and a battalion of bare-toed infantry turned out and went back to the scene of the musicale with us, but the conspirator gang was gone. But we recaptured the phonograph with honours of war, and marched back to the cuartel with it playing ‘All Coons Look Alike to Me.'
“The next day Mellinger takes me and Henry to one side, and begins to shed tens and twenties.