quiet resolution of despair, drawing
him aside, "what in the ---- do you want anyhow?"

He looked at me with swift intelligence and a sudden show of sympathy,
and then over at the others with a withering glance.

"What? With those cranks? Nothing."

Jupiter descended to earth. I am afraid we actually took a glass of wine
together. Anyhow, from that moment to the hour of his death we were the
best of friends.

Without the inner circle of the Quadrilateral, which had taken
matters into their own hands, were a number of persons, some of them
disinterested and others simple curiosity and excitement seekers, who
might be described as merely lookers-on in Vienna. The Sunday afternoon
before the convention was to meet we, the self-elect, fell in with a
party of these in a garden "over the Rhine," as the German quarter of
Cincinnati is called. There was first general and rather aimless talk.
Then came a great deal of speech making. Schurz started it with a few
pungent observations intended to suggest and inspire some common ground
of opinion and sentiment. Nobody was inclined to dispute his leadership,
but everybody was prone to assert his own. It turned out that each
regarded himself and wished to be regarded as a man with a mission,
having a clear idea how things were not to be done. There were Civil
Service Reform Protectionists and Civil Service Reform Free Traders.
There were a few politicians, who were discovered to be spoilsmen, the
unforgivable sin, and quickly dismissed as such.

Coherence was the missing ingredient. Not a man jack of them was willing
to commit or bind himself to anything. Edward Atkinson pulled one way
and William Dorsheimer exactly the opposite way. David A. Wells sought
to get the two together; it was not possible. Sam Bowles shook his head
in diplomatic warning. Horace White threw in a chunk or so of a rather
agitating newspaper independency, and Halstead was in an inflamed state
of jocosity to the more serious-minded.

It was nuts to the Washington Correspondents--story writers and
satirists who were there to make the most out of an occasion in which
the bizarre was much in excess of the conventional--with George Alfred
Townsend and Donn Piatt to set the pace. Hyde had come from St. Louis
to keep especial tab on Grosvenor. Though rival editors facing our way,
they had not been admitted to the Quadrilateral. McCullagh and Nixon
arrived with the earliest from Chicago. The lesser lights of the