The Friend of the Indian.
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As President Cleveland was proceeding from the east front of the Capitol, after the inauguration ceremonies yesterday, among the vast throng that surrounded him with congratulatory words was a very neat-looking gentleman wearing a dark-brown overcoat, black kid gloves, and a shiny plug hat, and carrying an umbrella in a nice new silk cover.
“How do you do, Mr. President?” exclaimed the neat-looking gentleman cordially.
“Pretty well, thank you,” replied Mr. Cleveland.
“Can I see you a moment privately?” inquired the neat-looking gentleman, attempting to draw the new President to one side.
310“Really, sir, it is impossible to grant your request just at this moment,” said Mr. Cleveland, stanchly maintaining his ground.
“You seem to have forgotten me,” persisted the neat-looking gentleman: “I am Erskine M. Phelps, president of the Iroquois Club.”
“I can do nothing for you just at this moment,” replied Mr. Cleveland; “but you can depend upon it, I was sincere when I declared in my speech to-day that you Indians should be fairly and honestly treated.”