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Show XShe BroKen Slate, Mayor Morris' slate of appointments is cracked like the mirror of the Lady of Shalott when she looked down upon the gleaming armour of Launcelot. The man of the hour was Councilman Wood The Mayor expected to gather him into his fold, as a twin foundling with Preece, but the enemy executed a coup and by lariating him sent the mayor's hopes glimmering. The only hope of the Mayor now is to waylay Hewlett and convince him that Democratic ore assays higher than Republican, but it is utterly Improbable that the gentleman from the first will listen to that persuasive melody. The Republican members have determined, from all appearances, to retain control of all the big departments, such as police, fire, streets and waterworks, and the Mayor Is practically in. formed that he must keep his fine Italian hand out of these departments or he will be left without with-out any patronage at all. There is one chance to grasp control of the police department of which the Mayor may avail himself. Mr. A. J. Davis, fomenting with wrath over Chief Lynch's refusal to approve the license of the Red Onion dive, says he is willing to vote for the removal of the chief. The supposition Is that Hobday would join Mr. Davis in this exhibl tlon of loyalty to his friend of the notorious den |