eet. The Senator is a tall, lank, ungainly looking man; thin lipped,
with mean, cunning eyes, strained ever for the main chance. A few tufts
of reddish hair are flattened on either side of his cranium, and his
nose and chin were sharpened on the grindstone of necessity and early
hardship into twin beaks. Verily a vulture, battening now on the Trusts,
and feared and hated by other birds of smaller body and weaker wing.
With him, Selfishness is indeed the main-spring of Ambition! His
features are well-known to the public through the medium of those
extensive advertisements in the papers heralding the great vegetable
remedy "Gee-Soo-Na."

His remarks were received in silence, though a careful observer might
have noticed an exchange of solemn winks between Colonel Manysnifters
and Sammy Ridley.

"Oh, he is the stingy one, all right," Colonel Manysnifters confided
later to Mr. Ridley. "He is the kind of fellow who would send his best
girl a box of candy Saturday morning, and call around Sunday night and
eat it all up."

When the Senator had fully delivered himself, some one brought up the
negro question.

"They certainly are the limit in Washington," said Colonel Manysnifters.
"The sassy black rascals seem to think they own the town. And nigger
policemen, too! Think of a white man being arrested by a nigger
policeman!"

"I do not see why lawbreakers should object to the color of the man who
gathers them in," said Van Rensselaer sarcastically.

"We Southerners do, anyway," retorted the Colonel hotly.

"You Southerners should behave yourselves, then there would be no
trouble," observed Senator Hammond dryly.

"Well, that's all right, now," said Colonel Manysnifters, flaring up,
"we don't expect you Northerners to feel as we do about it! We----"

"Come, come, Manysnifters," said Senator Bull pacifically, "don't get
excited. Don't let the 'nigger in the wood-pile' spoil this occasion.
Calm yourself."

"Oh, I'm not excited. It takes a lot to excite me," said the Colonel;
"but just to give you an idea of how things are going in Washington, a
cousin of mine from Atlanta, a kindly disposed chap as ever lived,
meeting an old negress on the street there the other day, said to her,
'Well, Auntie, how are you this bright morning?'

"'Huh!' exclaimed the old woman angrily, 'Auntie! Don't you call me no
Auntie! I ain't yoh aunt, and I ain't yoh uncle; I'se yoh ekal!' Now
wouldn't that jar you? That's the way the niggers feel