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Show Valuable Pp.opep.tt. We want to get pose:ion of the percn of C. Myron Hawley, J". With him, we would have no need to envy the pos-sesiors pos-sesiors of the Emma mine; he would be a ri'.-her thin?. It is not that his legal abilities are so surpassing; but ;we want to buy him for what he's .worth and sell him aain f.-r Vis own , estimate of his vaJue. On Monday he was at the fourth precinct polling place during the election. He was challenging, chal-lenging, which he had a right to do; but he did it in a fashion which a great many disinterested p:ople say he had I no right to do. Oce time during the i day, when he was a little more outra-'geous outra-'geous than usual, and there was pros-j pros-j pect of disturbance, as we are in-i in-i formed, the judge of election ordered him to be removed; and some of the officers removed him, and locked him 'up for a few minutes. When Captain Burt understood that the young limb jof the well, we'll say the law, was under lock and key, he instructed an 'officer to release him. But there were j irate feelings to soothe, and wounded j vanity, fiery blushes on the cheeks as j well as around the eyes, and threats I muttered deep of dire vengeance on 'those who placed an unrcgenerated i paw on his sacred eoat-collar. It has j come; the bitter retribution is at hand. Wounded feelings, and loss of time-say time-say fifteen minutes require a salve, and a recompense $25,000 is asked for demanded. "Them's the dama-j dama-j ges!'1 Is it any wonder wc want him. He would be a fortune in a fortnight, i and his possessors would be millionaires in a month. Yesterday he commenced ; legal proceedings against Jeter Clinton, B. V. Hampton, John Y. Smith and John Xeedham though tho latter gentleman is a sort of a mythical personage. per-sonage. Fortunate Hawley! Twenty-6vo Twenty-6vo thousand dollars!! The "great unknown" will please stand aside and j consider himself nowhere. Hawley the young man tho valuable man the legal light-weight the gentleman whose time is worth 100,0u0 an hour, is the last Fensation. Co it, young 'un, and put us down for half your winnings. |