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
