It was the logic of the event that B.Gratz Brown should be placed on the ticket with him.
The Quadrilateral was nowhere.

It was done for.

The impossible had come to pass.

There rose thereafter a friendly issue of veracity between Schurz and myself, which illustrates our state of mind.

My version is that we left the convention hall together with an immaterial train of after incidents, his that we had not met after the adjournment--he quite sure of this because he had looked for me in vain.
"Schurz was right," said Joseph Pulitzer upon the occasion of our yachting cruise just mentioned, "I know, for he and I went directly from the hall with Judge Stallo to his home on Walnut Hills, where we dined and passed the afternoon." [Illustration: Mrs.Lincoln in 1861 _From a Photograph by M.B.Brady_] The Quadrilateral had been knocked into a cocked hat.