For the Arkansas Intelligencer.
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CLARXsvILLE, Arkansas, Aug. Sd. 1914.
To Bob Snipes, Reporter TO tile Clay Club at Fay


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DEAR BoB:-lt grieves to think. that in all
probability this is the last time shall ever ad-
dress you, on political matters. The Locos have
held Convention, nominated their candidates.
and oil the other aspirants have Withdrawn, and
we are defeated in this county, certain. BY Or
der OF our worthy President, we met yesterday,
at tie club room, il was understood by ali that
the object Of the meeting was a dissolution of the
club.


"Oh Harry of the West,"I shall never forget
the solemn tread, and wo begone features of your
humble but devout followers, as they approached
the club room for the last time, the last to
enter. had been watching the manelvers of
the hateful Locos, and witnessing their iendish
smiles and significant mods as our friends passed bv


AT this time felt as truly chivarous as the
immortal Sal, and would rather have met every
Loco Editor in this State, in the Cherokee Nation,
than to witness the quiet disbandng of our forces
But chivalrc sensations were Of no avail, our fate
was sealed; and we must submit. When enter.
ed the club room every members face was masked
with his handkerchief. | took my seat, hid my
face, and prayed long and fervently to the app e.
rations of "Harry of the West," "Sabinus," and
"Sal,'' who were presenting themselves, in rapid
succession 10 my~fery vision, to do something for
our cause or we were gone Coons.


At length our worthy President rose, and with
tears in his eyes, informed that the object for
which the club had been formed, had proven sig.
nal failure, and that it would be useless for us
even to meet again. At this moment cast my
eyes round the room, and believe there was not
dry eye present, except my own, for my part |
was so hot | do not beevs | had single drop
of moisture to spare in my whole frame, and hot
as the weather is, have not rerspred drop since
our President closed his remarks, by saying if
any member had anything to say he would be
pleased to hear it, as this was the closing scene
Renovator rose and observed that Pol had Just got
back from Old Kentucky, and as he was present
he hoped he would say something of our prospects
in that noble state. Pol rose, and said he had no
good news; that he believed Butler would be cleo.
ted, and all the chance 10 escape disgrace, was to
say that his personal popularity would out run ony
question.


Several of our orators had intended to speak to
day. but this news was too bad, mo one could
be expected to speak when be had so little en-
Encouragement; no one could dare todacc The people


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