Harrison press-journal. (Harrison, Nebraska) 1899-1905, July 19, 1900, Image 3
1 J5he BorvdmecrvA .... Continued 5 Dy HALL CAINE. s,7 "Vengeance la mine I will repay." PROEM. There is a beautiful northern legend Of a man who loved a god fairy, and wooed her and won her for his wife, and then found that she win no more than a woman after all. Grown weary, he turned his bark upon her and wan dered away over the mountains ;and there, on the other side of a ravine from where he was, he saw, as he thought, another fairy, who was lovely to look upon and played sweet music and sans a sweet sons. Then his heart was filled with Joy and bitterness, and he cried, "Oh, that the gods had given me this one to wife and not the other." At that, with mighty effort and In great peril, he crossed the ravine and made towards the fairy, and she fled from him; hut he ran and followed her and overtook her, and captured her, and turned her face to his face that he might kiss her, and lo! she was his wife." This old folk-tale Is half my story the play of emotions as sweet and light as the footsteps of the shadows that flit Over a field of corn. There Is another northern legend of a , man who thought he was pursued by a troll. His ricks were fired, his barns unroofed. Ms, cattle destroyed, his lands Wasted, and his firstborn slain. Bo he lay In wait for the monster where It lived near his house In the chasms, and in the darkness of night he saw It. With a cry he rushed upon it, and gripped it about the waist, and it turn el upon him and held him by the shoul der. 'Long he wrestled with It, reeling, staggering, falling and rising' agsln; hut at length a flood of strength came to him and he overthrew jt, and stood fiver It, covering it, conquering It, with his bark across Its thlsh and his right hand set hard at Its throat. Then he drew his knife to kill It, and the moon thot through a rack of cloud, opening n alley of light about It, and he saw Its face, and lo! the face of the troll was his own! This is the other half of mv story the crash of passions as bracing as a black thunderstorm. CHAPTER I. STEPHEN ORRY. SEAMAN, OF 8TAPPKN. In the latter years of the Inst cen tury, H. Jorgen Jorgensen was gov ernor general of Iceland. He was a Dane, born In Copenhagen, apprenticed to the sea on board an English trader, afterwards employed as a petty officer In the British navy, and some time In command of a Danish privateer in an alliance of Denmark and France gainst Fngland. A rovefc a schemer, a shrewd tnan of affairs, who was honct by way of Interest, just by policy, generous by strategy, and who never suffered his conscience, which was not a good one, to get the better of him. In one of his adventures he had stilled a Welsh brig from Liverpool to Reyk javik. This had been his introduction to the Icelandic capital, then a little, hungry, creeping settlement, with its face towards America and its wooden feet In the sea. It had also been his Introduction to the household of the Welsh merchant, who had a wharf by the old Canning basin at Liverpool, a counting-house behind his residence In Wolstenholme square, and a daughter of five and twenty. Jorgen, by his own proposal, was to barter English pro duce for Icelandic tallow. On his first voyage he took out a hundred tons of alt. and brought back a heavy cargo of lava for ballast. On his second voy age he took out the Welshman's daugh ter as his wife, and did not again trou ble to send home an e.mpty ship. He had learned that mischief was once more brewing between England and Denmark, had violated his English letters of marque and run Into Copen hagen. Induced the authorities there, on the strength of his knowledge of English affairs, to appoint him to the governor generalship of Iceland (then vacant) at a salary of four hundred pounds a year, and landed at Reyk javik with the Icelandic flag, of the white falcon on the blue ground the tanner of the Viklng-at the masthead of his father-in-law's welhh brig. Joigen Jorgensen was then In his arly manhood, and the strong heart of the good man did not decline with years, but rode It out with him through life and death, lie had always Intend ed to have a son and build up a family. It was the sole failure of his career that he hud only a daughter. That had fceen a disaster for which he was not accountable, but ho prepared himself to make a good end of a bad begin ning. With God's assistance and his own extreme labor he meant to marry Ms daughter to Count Trollop, the Dan ish minister for Iceland, a functionary with five hundred a year, a house at Reykjavld, anj another at the Danish capital. This person was flve-and-forty, tall, crinkled, powdered, oiled, and devoted to gallantry. Jorgen's daughter, re sembling her Welsh mother, was pa tient In suffering, passionate In love, and fierce in hatred. Her name was Rachel. At the advent of Count Trol lop she was twenty, and her mother toad Ihen been some years dead. The count perceived Jorgen's drift, smiled at It, silently acquiesced In It, took even a languid Interest In It, aris ing parti yout of the governor's posi tion and the wealth the honest man was supposed to have amassed In the rigorous exercise of a position of power, and partly out of the daughter's own comeliness, which was not to be de spised. At first the girl, on her part, neither assisted her father's designs nor resisted them, but showed complete Indifference to the weighty questions of whom she should marry, when she should marry, and how she should mar ry; and this mood of mind contented her down to the last week in June that followed her twenty-first birthday. That was the month of Althing, the national holiday of fourteen days, when the people's law givers the governor, the bishop, the speaker and the sheriff met the people's delegates and some portion of the people themselves at the ancient Mount of Laws in the valley of Thlngvellir, for the reading of the old statutes and the promulgation of the new ones, for the trial o? felons and the settlement of claims, for the mak ing of love and the making of quarrels, for wrestling and horse-fighting, for the practice of arms and the breaking of heads. Count Trollop was In Iceland at this celebration of the ancient fes tival, and he was induced by Jorgen to give It the light of his countenance. The governor's company set out on half-a-hundred of the native ponies, and his daughter rode between himself and the count. During that ride of six or seven long Danish miles Jorgen set tled the terms of the intended trans fer to his own complete contentment. The count acquiesced and the daughter did not rebel. The lonely valley was reached, the tents were pitched, the bishop hallowed the assembly with solemn ceremonies, and the business of Althing began. Three days the work went on, and Rachel wearied of It; but on the fourth the wrestling was started, and her father sent for her to sit with him on the mount and to present at the end of the contest the silver-buckled belt to the champion of all Iceland. She obey ed the summons with Indifference, and took a seat beside the Judge, with the count standing at her side. In the space below was a crowd of men and boys, women and children, gathered about the ring. One wretsler was throwing every one that came before him. His name was Patrlcksen, and he was supposed to be descended from the Irish, who settled ages ago on, the Westmann Islands. His success became monotonous; at every fresh bout his self-confidence grew more insufferable, and the girl's eyes wandered from the spectacle to the spectators. From that Instant her Indifference fell away. By the outskirts of the crowd, on one of the lower mounds of the Mount of Laws, a man sat with his head In his hand, with elbow on his knee. HI head was bare, and from his hairy breast his woolen shirt was thrown bark by reason of the heat, lie wag a magnificent creature young, stalwart, falr-halred, broad-chasted, with limbs like the beech, tree, and muscles tike Its great enarled round heads. His coat, a sort of sallir's Jacket, was coarse and torn; his stockings, reaching to his knees, were cut and brown. Ha did not seem to heed the wrestling, and there rested upon him the Idle air of the lusty Icelander the languor of the big, tired animal. Only, when at the close of a bout a cheer rose and a way was made through the crowd for the exit of the vanquished man, did he lift up his great slow eyes gray as those of a seal, and as calm and lustreless. The wrestling came to an end. Pat rlcksen Justified his Irish blood, was proclaimed the winner, and stepped up to the foot of the mount that the gov ernor's daughter might buckle about him his champion's belt.- The girl went through her function listlessly, her eyes wandering to where the falr halred giant sat apart. Then the West mann Islander called for drink that he might treat the losing men, and having drunk hlmBelf, he began to swagger afresh, saying that they might find him the strongest and lustiest man that day at Thlngvellir, and he would bar gain to throw him over his back. As he spoke he strutted by the bottom of the mount, and the man who sat there lifted his head und looked at him. Something in the glance arrested 1'ut rlcksen and he stopped. "This seems to be a lump of a.lad." he said. "Let us see whut we can d with him." And at that he threw his long arms about the stalwart fellow, squared his hips before him, thrust down his head Into his breast until his red neck was as thick as a bullock's, and threw all the strength of his body Into his arms that he might lift the man out of his seat. Rut he moved him not an Inch. With feet that held the earth like the hoofs of an ox, the young man sat un moved. Then those who had followed at tht Islander's heels for the liquor hb was spending first stared In wonderment at his failure and next laughed In derision of his bragging, and shouted to know why, before It was too late, the young man had not taken a bout at the wrest ling, for that he who could hold his seat so must be the strongest-limbed tnan between the fells and the sea. Hearing this Patrlcksen tossed hit head In anger, and said It was not yet too late, that If he took home the cham pion's belt it should be no rude bargain to master or man from sea to sea, and buckled on though It was, it should be his who could take It from Its place. AX that word the young fellow rose, and then It was sen that his right arm was broken between the elbow and wrist, and bound with a kerchief above the wound. Nothing loth for this In firmity, he threw his other arm about the waist of the islander, and the two men closed for a fall. I'atrlcksen had the first grip, and he swung to It, think ing straightway to lay his adversary by the hells; but the young man held his feet, and then, pushing one leg be tween the legs of the islander, planting the other knee into the islander's stom ach, thrusting his head beneath the islander's chin, he knuckled his left hand under the islander's ribs, pushed from him, threw the weight of his body forward, and like a green withe Pat rlcksen doubled backwards with a groan. Then at a rush of the Islander's kinsmen, and a cry that his back would be broken, the young man loosed his grip, and I'atrlcksen rolled from him to the earth, as a clod rolls from the ploughshare. All this time Jorgen's daughter had craned her neck to see over the heads of the people, and when the tussle was at an end, her face, which had been strained to the point of anguish, relaxed to smiles, and she turned to.her father and asked if the champion's belt should not be his who had overcome the cham pion. But Jorgen answered no that the contest was dune, and Judgment made, and he who would take the champion' belt must come to the next Althing and earn It. Then the girl unlocked her necklace of coral and silver spangles, beckoned the young man to her, bound the necklace about his broken arm close up by tiie bn.ouldt.-r and asked bun his name. "Sti-pnen," tie answered. "VS'pose son?" saiu she. "Orryseii out tney cull me Stephen Orry." "Of what craft 7" "Seaman, oi siappen, under Snacfcll." The Westritaim islanuer nad rolled to his legs by tins time, and now he came feliainbiuig up, wilfl tiie bell in his huuJ and hia sullen eyes on toe gioutid. "Keep it," lie fcaid, bud hung the belt at the gill's feet, between her and his adversary. Then be strode away tniough the people, wlui cuiaes on bis whim lips una me veins of bis squat forehead large and dark. it was imunight beiore the crowds had broken up and straggled away to their tents, but the sun ot the uurtnem laud was scili bait over tne Horizon, and us dull red glow was on tne waters o the lane mat lay to me west of tne vauey. In ttie uim ligut ot an hour later, when the hnis ot iningveuir slept unuer tne clouu snadow that was tueir vii,y mgnt, Biepoeu orry stood wun tue governor's uaugnler by tne uoor ot me Timigvellir parsonage, tor Jorgen's uwiiipauy were tne puiauiis guesia. lie held out the champion belt to ner and said, "Take it bacK, lor if 1 keep it me man and nis kinsmen wui toiiow me au tne uays oi my liie." Dhe answered una mat It was his, for he nad woo u, and unui it was laaen tiu in m m lie must huiu it, ana 1 he aioou in peril from tne kinsman ot aoy man let mm lemeuiuer mat It was Due, uaugntcr ot tne governor liunseit. wno nad given it. 'lue air was nusned m mat null Hour, not a twig or a made lUiuiing over the serried lace of that dcsoiate iutid us lar as tne wooue.d ruts mat stood unuer me snowy uume ot the Armann tens. As she spose mere was a sharp noise near at hanu, aiid lie marteu; Put ant ruined him uj ins tears, ana laughed mat one wno : nad leiied tne blustering ciiampion of! mat day snould ueiubie at a noise in me nignt. 'ineie was a wild outcry In Thlngvel lir me next morning, fauicKsen, me tvestinann Is.anuei, Had been muiuend. Untie was a rusn o the people to me piace wnere hlB body bad been found. it tay liae a rag across the dyke that! ran between the parsonage and tne cnurcn. On the dead man's lace was the look that all had seen there when last night he Hung down the belt be tween his adversary and the governor's daughter, crying "keep It." But his sul len eyes were glazed, and stared up without the quivering of a lid through the rosy sunlight; the dark veins on his brow were now purple, and when they lifted him they saw that his back was broken. Then there was a gathering at the foot of the mount, with the parson for Judge, and the nine men of those who had slept In the tents neatest to the body for witnesses and jury. Nothing was discovered. No one had heard a sound throughout the night. There was no charge to put before the law givers. The kinsmen of the dead man cast dark looks at Htephen Orry, but he never gave a sign. Next day the strong man was laid under the shallow turf of the church garth. His little life's swag gering was swaggered out; he must sleep on to the resurrection without one brag more. The governor's daughter did not leave the guest room of the parsonage from the night of the wrestling onwards to the last morning of the Althing holiday and then, the last ceremonies done, the tents struck and the ponies saddled, she took her place between Jorgen and the count for the return Journey home. Twenty paces behind her the falr-halred Stephen Orry rode his shaggy pony, gaunt and peaky and bearded as a goat, and five paces behind him rode the brother of the dead man Patrick sen. Amid five hundred men and wo men, and eight hundred horses saddled for riding or packed with burdens, these three had set their faces towards the little wooden capital, July passed Into August, and the day was near at hand that had been op pointed by Jorgen for the marriage of his daughter to the Count Trollup. At the girl's request the marriage was postponed. The second day came nigh; again the girl excused herself, and yet gain tht marriage was put off. A third time the piointe4 day approach ed, and a third time the girl asked for delay. Hut Jorgen's Iron will was to be tampered with no longer. The time was near when the minister must re turn to Copenhagen, and that was rea son enough why the thing In hand should be dispatched. The marriage must be delayed no longer. But then the count betrayed reluct ance. Rumor had pestered him with reports that vexed his pride. He drop ped hints of them to the governor. "Strange," said he, "that a woman should prefer the stink of the fulmar fish to the perfumes of civilization." Joigen fired up at the sneer. His daughter was his daughter, and he was governor general of the Island. What lowborn churl would dare to lift his eyes to the child of Jorgen Jorgensen? The count had his answer pat. He had made inquiries. The man's name was Stephen Orry. He came from Stap pen under SnaefelL, and was known there as a wastrel. On the poor glory of his village voyage as an athlete, he Idled his days in bed and his nights at the tavern. His father, an honest thrall, was dead; his mother lived by splitting and drying the stock-fish of the English traders. He was the fool ish old woman's pride, and she kept him, Such was the man whom the daughter of the governor had chosen before the minister for Iceland. At that Jorgen's face grew livid and white by turns. They were sitting at supper in the government house, and with an oath the governor brought his (1st down on the table. It was a lie; his daughter knew no more of the man than he did. The count shrugged his shoulders and asked where she was then, that Rne was not with them. Jor gen answered, with an absent look, that she was forced to keep her room. At that moment a message came for the count. It was urgent and could not wait. The count went to the door, and, returning presently, asked If Jor gen was sure that his daughter wras in the house. Certain of it he was, for she was 111, and the days were deepen ing Into winter. But for all his assur ance, Jorgen sprang up from his seat and made for his daughter's chamber. She was not there, and the room was empty. The count met him In the cor ridor. "Follow me," he whispered, and Jorgen followed, his proud, 'stern head bent low. In the rear of the government house at Reykjavld there Is a small meadow. That night It was Inches deep In the year's first fall of snow, but two per sons stood together there, close locked In each other'B arms Stephen Orry and the daughter of Jorgen Jorgensen. With the tread of a cat a man crept up behind them. It was the brother of Patrlcksen. At his back came the count and the governor. The enow cloud lifted, and a white gush of moon light showed all. With the cry of a wild beast, Jorgen flung himself be tween his daughter and her lover, leapt at Stephen and struck him hard on the breast, and then, as the girl dropped to her knees at his feet, he cursed her. "Bastard," he shrieked, "1 here's no blood of mine In your body. Go to your filthy offal, and may the devil damn you both." She stopped her ears to Ehut out the torrent of a father's curse, but before the flood of It was spent she fell back ward cold and senseless, and her up turned face was whiter than the Bnow. Then her giant lover lifted her in his arms" as if she had been a child, an? strode away In silence. To lie Continued.) A BUFFALO RESERVATION, Government Asked To Set Aside Some Waste Land, Washington, D. C (Special.) C. F. Jones, better known as "Buffalo" Jones, because of his efforts for the preserva tion of the American bison, was re cently In the city In behalf of his pets. Mr. Jones wants the government to set aside a partlon of Its waste lands in the southwest on which the few re maining buffalo can be confined and breed secure from the assaults of hun ters. Many mem bet a of congress favor his project and the house committee on public lands baa recommended that 20,000 acres be set aside for this pur pose. Mr. Jones wanted from 500,000 to 2,500,000 acres, and Is rather disap pointed at the outlook for his scheme. Talking of his hobby, Mr. Jones Bald: "No one can regret more than I the practical extinction of the buffalo. Tht government should gather all the re maining buffalo that It Is possible to ob tain on a great reservation, preferably In the Panhandle of Texas, where, guarded and maintained by the United States, they might be propagated and eventually distributed over the country, Jf this Is not done soon the buffalo will surely become extinct. "The Instinct of the buffalo surpasses that of the shrewdest ranchman, foi he was able for yeais to sustain him self on land on which the cattle of thf ranchmen are now dying. "The buffalo never yields to disease. He Is clean In his domestic habits, and In consequence always drinks pure wa. ter, eats clean, fresh grass, does not besmear himself with filth, and never suffers from any of the skin disease! common to domestic or range cattle. His thick underfur and the 'pantalets which cover his legs make him un aware of the existence of files In sum mer and allow him to fatten where domestic cattle grow thin and die or account ot these pests. When wlntei comes he adds an additional robe ol fur to his robe of fat and turning hit head to the starm eats quietly along to the front In the face of the fiercest bllxsard that ever blew. A St. Louis Judge has declared thi union label law unconstitutional. RATIFIED. SG RATIFICATION MEETING AT LINCOLN. PLATFORM ENDORSED. . Mighty Crowd Listens To the Speeches of Bryan, Stevenson, Towne and Weaver, Lincoln, Neb. (Special.) The great Bryan and Stevenson ratification meet ng held on the capltol grounds was a nost gratifying, success to Nebraska !uslonists. Ten thousand people is a ;onservative estimate of the number present, and the ardor and enthusiasm lisplayed was commensurate with the dze of the crowd. In the tpeeches of 3eneral Weaver, Webster Davis and Charles A. Towne the "vast audience sas favored with three magnificent and nspiring addresses eliciting continued ounds of applause. The effect of the meeting cannot but le far-reaching, not only in Lincoln and Lancaster county, but throughout the itate. The significant feature of both ifternoon and evening meetings was :he spirit that distinguished the Kan las City convention, the spirit of lofty md' exalted patriotism, of loyalty to !ree American institutions and and un juenched love for American principles ind Ideas. General Weaver In his speech, re lounted the growth of the movement n this country and told how the great lemocratlc party had been educated to issume a worthy leadership. "That party asserted itself," he said, 'and drove out the money changers 'rom the temple of liberty, even as hriHt drove them from the temple of fudea. And when Bryan raised his voice everr loyal populist fell in under ila banner." i General Weaver then proceeded in vhat he termed "a plain talk to pop ilists." "We have our choice as to the head if the ticket," he said. "We wouldn't have any other If we could. We sub itantlally have our way as to the plat form. There are only three things we iould have: The head of the ticket, the platform and the vice president. We have two-thirds of the whole." General Weaver then paid a splendid tribute to the character and the record t Adlal Stevenson. He told how he had been elected to the Forty-sixth con gress a greenbacker; how he there jupported the eight-hour law; support ed an Income tax bill; opposed the changing of the coinage ratio to a ratio higher than 16 to 1; how he supported the Warner silver bill, and the amend ment requiring the secretary of the treasury to treat silver exactly as he treated gold. "Who can beat that record?" in lulred General Weaver. "There is not n Adlal Stevenson's long record a sin gle point in conflict with the principles t the populist party." Charles A. Towne's speech occupied almost two hours In delivery. Though :he crowd, Standing closely packed, was necessarily In greatest discomfort, he was listened to with closest attention throughout. Hia speech was a com plete, eloquent and unanswerable pre sentation of the great Issues of the ;ompaign. Senator Allen, on being Introduced by Dr. Hall, Instead of himself address ing the audience, Introduced Webster Davis and compelled him to come for ward. The eloquent Missourian, in a ipeech of impassioned sublimity, arous ed the great crowd to the wildest tu mult. Bryan and Stevenson appeared It 10:30 and were cheered for several minutes. Each spoke briefly, express ing thanks and appreciation for the cordiality of the reception. MR. BRYAN'S SPEECH. Mr. Towne was followed by Mr. Bryan, who was introduced amid tre mendous applause. He spoke as follows: "I am deeply grateful to the good people of this city and state for their very cordial approval of my nomina tion. Four years ago the state gave rne about 13,000 plurality, and on three occasions since that time the people of Nebraska declared their adherence to the political principles for which I have been contending. I am not vain enough to believe that their support Is neant as a compliment. 1 accept it as an evidence of their devotion to the principles to which I have been wed ded. We enter the campaign under con ditions far more favorable to success than those which surrounded us in IS!I6. But whether we win this year or not, the light must be continued until organized wealth ceases to control the affairs of the nation and it becomes again a nation of the people. I do not care to enter at the present time upon a discussion of the issues presented by the platform adopted at Kansas City. 'I can say, however, that It Is, In my Judgment, the greatest platform adopt ed In recent years, If not in the his tory of the country. It Is a greater platform than the Chicago platform, for It Indorses the principles set forth In that platform and In addition there to presents the party's position on sev eral new and vital questions. NO AMBIGUITY. "There Is no evasion about the plat form, no ambiguity or no double deal ing. It Is as clear as the tones of a liberty bell. It deals honestly with the American people. Its candidates are pledged to Its maintenance. "When the convention came to the selection ot a candidate for vice presi dent there was a diversity ot opinion. Some preferred an eastern candidate saying that he would strengthen tfc ticket In the east. Some preferred Mr. Towne, knowing of the sacrifice which he had made for principle and of hut devotion to the principles set forth la the Chicago platform. But the choice fell upon a distinguished Illinois demo crat, who once discharged with great credit the duties of the office. "In the campaign of 189, when plu tocracy and democracy met face to face, Adlai E. Stevenson was an able and courageous defender of democracy. During the campaign he spoke In seven of the close states. When I visited Bloomlngton, near the close of the campaign, he was chairman of the meeting. In beginning my speech, I referred to him as follows: 'We wno have been keepers of the democrat! faith love Adlai Stevenson, not only for what he is, but we love him also because he Is all we have left of the last national democratic ticket. Th bible tells you of the father who loved the prodigal son when he returned. X tell you of the democratic father who loved the son who went not astray.' I know that some of our allies felt ag grieved that they were not given the second place upon the ticket, but I am sure that they cannot feel unkindly to wards one who, like Mr. Stevenson, was loyal to the ticket nominated at Chi cago and who is able to defend the. magnificent party principles set forth in Kansas City. IT DESERVES SUPPORT. "In this campaign the issue Is great er than the last. I shall not ask any one to vote our ticket merely because it is the ticket of the party. It deserves support because it stands for the De claration of Independence in dealing with the Philippines and for the doc trine of equal rights for all and special privileges for none." General J. B. Weaver spoke at length, outlining the work to be done by the democratic, silver republican and populist parties and appealing for harmony for the common cause. He also paid tribute to Mr. Stevenson's, record in congress. STEVENSON'S REMARKS. Vice Presidential Candidate Steven son spoke as follows: "Mr. President, Ladies and Gentle men: I will detain you but a moment. It is too early in the campaign to hold political meetings all night (laughter). I think somewhere between 12 and 1 o'clock at night a proper hour to ad journ even a Bryan meeting in the; state of Nebraska (applause and cries of "Go ahead"). During the day I have had the pleasure of shaking hands with, many hundred Illinoisans. I am glad to meet them here. 1 know how mucbt they have contributed to the upbuild ing of this great commonwealth even, as their fathers did towards the up building of the great state of Illinois (applause). "Many years ago, my neighbor and personal friend, a young farmer from my own county, came to the northwest and cast his fortunes with the good peo ple of Nebraska. Today I have hadb the pleasure of clasping the hand of the honorable governor of your com monwealth. (Applause.) A few years later from another portion of Illinois, a young lawyer come to Lincoln and cast his fortunes with the people, first of this cfty. then of this state and then, of the United States, I have heard his voice tonight, and on the 4th ot next March, as I trust in God, the state of Nebraska enmasse will turn out and. see William J. Bryan inaugurated as president of the United States. (Great applause and cheering.) "You will remember I told you that S did not intend to make. a speech. When I see my friend Weaver, with whom it was my good fortune to be associated in public life almost a quarter of a century ago, when I heard the eloquent words of Mr. Towne, and I trust his voice will be heard in every state in this union before this cotnest closes, and the distinguished gentleman who has touched the hearts of all the people of all parties when he told of the strug gles of a people for liberty, when I heard these, there Is nothing; more to be said. CALL TO VICTORY "I trust that the great party, I do not use it In the term of a mere political organization, but this great uprising of the American people, whose platform is the Declaration of Independence ami the Constitution of the United States; I trust that in this great contest victory will perch upon our banners and his government of ours will be brought back to the assertion " and the main tenance of the liberties of our country, to the doctrines of the fathers, and to this end from now until the Ides of November, let all men who cherish tha memory of Washington, of Jefferson, and of Lincoln, and all of the patriots who have gone, work together for that victory that I am confident will come,, and then we will know that this gov ernment will be restored to its orig inal purity and administered as it wai in the days of the fathers. (Applause.) "At a future day I trust It may bs my good fortune in the afternoon, ot the early evening, or any. time before midnight, again to address this splen did audience of the people ot Nebraska, (Great applause.) VAST ARMY IN PHILIPPINES. Washington. (Special.) A statement prepared by the adjutant general shows that the total strength of thi United States army In the Philippine June 30 last was 63,426 officers and men. Of that number 31,821 were regu lar is and 31,006 volunteers, distrlbntsd among the different, arms as follows; Infantry, 64,38 officers and mes; caval ry, 3,492; artillery, 2,291, and staff corps 3,270. The total strength given Includes 1,330 officers and men of the Nrnta S fantry, since transferred U