Horace And Henry

The editor of the Johnstown (N. X.) Daily Tribune, who writes whereof he knows, tellfl the followiug story of two distingiiished characters. The writer was an attaché of the Tribune establishment at the time the incident occurred as related, and tells the story from personal knowledge : President Wilson and Horace Greeley were alike in many respecte, and in no one respect more than their dress. Especially when the fornier was overworkcd was he nbont as "slouchy" as the "old philosopher" daré be. - This incident of the two men has never been in print, we believe, but it is good enough to be put there. In the old Tribune office Horace Greeley occuj pied a little eight-by-ten office off the main editorial room, with a small desk at which he sat with his nose down on the lid for honra at a time and ground out editorials by the column. That he might not be disturbed by ward politicians and other nuisanees.hehad stationed on a stool just'outeide the door an attendant whose duty it was to hear the applications of all persons who claimed nlmissjon. In the summer of 1867 there was stationed there a double-breasted, strong-ftsted, ignorant Jerseyman by the name of Ben. One afternoon Horace was sitting down with his nose to the desk, as i usual, and Ben was stationed on the stool outside the door, in his accustomed place ; the editors were at work in the large room at their desks, and [a large, broad-shouldered man made his appeurance, looking as if he had just come into the city and had not taken time to wash, or, as Ben thought, had just come out of one of the saloons on Chatham street. He staved up to Greeley's door, passed Ben as if he had a right to go in, but the door was locked, and Ben, being aroused hy this time, asked what he wanted. The visitor stated he would like to see Mr. Greeley. " You can't see hiin !" bawled out Ben." But my business is important," said j the visitor. "That's what you all say, but jou can't see him." Finally the j visitor induced Ben to go into Mr. j Greeley's cubbyhole and inform him. Ben, opening the door, vent up to Mr. : Greeley, and in a stentorian voicc, whilo Greeley kept running his pen diagonally j across the page, bawled out: " Mr. j Greeley, thero's an old bummer wants to eee you." Greeley, without taking his nose off the paper, in his usual squeaking voice, cried out : " Keep liim out - keep him out !" Ben quickly turned to go where the visitor was, tind in a bass voice bellowed, "You can't come in !" The visitor insisted, and plead and stated that Ben did notknow who he was. Ben said hr did, but finally consented to i try another time. Ho again approached ! the philosopher with the expression, j " Mr. Greeley, this old bummer says he must see you !" Again came from the top of the desk the same sentence, repeated thousands of times before in the same way, "Keep him out! keen him I out I" Ben again went back and in formed the visitor there was no other J alternative ; he could not seo Mr. Grecley. The editors were by this time at tracted by the conversation, and Amos J. Cummings, who was night editor, being at a desk near by, steppe .1 up to the visitor and politely said : " Senator Wilson, how do you do 1 Do you wish to see Mr. Greeley ?" The Senator informed him thak he did, and Mr. Cummiags oponed the door, asked the Sena tor to step in, and the two going up to Mr. Greeley, who was yet undisturbed, Mr. Cummings spoke to Mr. Greeley, 1 and stated that Senator Wilson wished to speak to him. " Oh," dra wied out the philosoplier, "is that you, Henry { Why, Ben told me that it was an old ! bummer wished to see me !"