The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-03-12

Secretary of the Treasury. Then, with a
capital of less than $250000, it was caught
with S43, 100000 of the public money in it's
vaults To-day it had only ST. 100000. Ex-
Comptroller John j. Knox had $3.50, 900 of
the peoples money in his bank. Ex-Post-
master General Creswel had $165, 600, and
ex-Treasurer Jordan had S1,000,000
sent to his depository by Sec
retary FAN child. The Standard Oil
Company had $6S0,000 of govern
ment money in it's banks and other estab-
lishments iii proportion. 'These trusts"
continued Mr.. Weaver, to the great delight
of Dennis kearney and to the horror of
the negroes, ARE choking. the very life out
of the people, and are using the peoples
money to Oppress them. 1t is public out
rage and a villainous shamem
When the gale was at its height a score
of petrels began to scream, but Weaver
bore no interruption, and declined to yield
the floor. He closed in a tornado of elo-
quence. The excitement of his hearers had
hardly found relief when a big-browed,
hurly gentleman, with a face like Horace
Greeley and shirt front like Joseph How
ard, Jr., stilled the storm. He was
Reed not shaken by the wind The breeze
came from the east while he was talking.
He made pungent speech, filled with logic
and sprinkled with sarcasm. Its point,
however, was a repitition of the charge of
Mr.. Mckinley, that the present financial
condition Of the country was part of the
conspiracy against protection" The ladies'
seemed especially pleased with Mr.. Reeds
speech. His elegance of diction, his broad
Yankee accent, and his fascinating manner
irresistibly attracted them. The great
leader blushed with becoming modesty on
receiving hearty applause from both floor
and gallery.
Then came the speech of the day The
wind had blown from the East and the
West. 1t was succeeded by a rattling
breeze from the South. There was the
scent of orange blossoms in its breath, and
it waited the music of mocking birds and
orioles to the ears of the listeners. a silyery-
headed man, with a moustache and beard
even more silvery, took the field on behalf
of the Democracy. He came from the dis
trict once represented by Henry Clay. He
was the eloquent Breckenridge. of Ken
lucky. Commanding in figure, neat in
dress, graceful in manner, aud ornate in
speech, be awoke the interest of the listen
ers anew. He stood in a side aisle, away
back toward the screens, with buttoned
coat. His right hand was thrust
in his bosom. The other hung by the thumb
from the pocket of his trousers. 1t was q
broad speech from broad basis. As he
warmed in his argument he spread out both
hands, and used his right index finger in
emphasis. So deftly did he weave his cloth
Of gold that all were pleased. Applause on
the Democratic side was followed by ap-
plause from the Republicans. The orator
became more fervid. His head shook from
side to side in the intensity of his utterances.
At one moment his left hand was behind his
back, while his right quivered responsively
to his voice. In the heat of his argument
he advanced down the aisle with vigorous
eostr'-e. Then LIZ stopped ana toyed with
n xHylni1 70 oxra1li
skein of sophistry After using
his left index finger in strengthen
ing an argument, both hands described the
arc of circle in forcing his conclusion upon
his hearers. Outlines he threw his palms
from his breast. Then he stopped and cast
his body forward in emotional earnestness.
There was no shouting and nothing bois-
ferrous. His enunciation was almost per-
feet, and his notes were as clear as the notes
of bell The only defect, if defect it was,
was the pronunciation of the word too "
Like Mr.. Herbert, of Alabama, and other
Southerners, he said "toe.n His face finally
redeemed with his exertions, and his hand
kerchief was freely used The interest of
the House in his speech was quickly made
manifest. AS he advanced down the aisle
Republicans gathered in knot in the space
nearly fronting the sueaker Mckinley g.,
Hiestand, Fitch, Farquhar, and others were
among them. Tom Reed remained stand
ing, apparently lost in wonderment. Wea-
yer sat behind Breckenridge; with his hands
to his ears, and Holman, Randall Mcmillan,
White, Wilbur, Sayres and Buckalew were
scattered IN the seats near by, open-eyed
and open cared.
This breeze from the south purified the
atmosphere. No blight nor mildew was left
in its train Pig Iron Kelley tried to
answer Breckenridge, but did not hold the
attention of the House He waved the old
ensanguined shirt, got lost in the tobacco
fields of the South, and fi7ally landed on
pile of Bessemer rails. "We made in 1887
more than half the steel that was made on
Gods footstool," he said.
AT this Breckenridge arose. "How much
does my venerable friend say half of the
steal wasp he asked
Mr.. Kelley, however, was not non
plussed With characteristic readiness he
said: ''Oh! that is a beautiful punl That
is sweet play upon a word, and if there
were a prohibitory duty on the flowers of
rhetoric, my friend from Kentucky would
have much cause to complain"
Sam Randall continued the debate. He
wore low cut waistcoat, an open frock
coat, dark trousers and a pair of spectacles.
His cuffs and turn-down collar were espe-
cially conspicuous. The collar was held il
place by butterfly tie with a rubber
spring. The wings covered its points, and
his speech indicated that they were ready
to FLAP together" Mr.. Randall sailed
through a very narrow strait, avoiding
the whirlpool of Charybdis and the rocks of
Scylla. He struck bottom once or twice,
but finally got out in the open sea with a
beautiful breeze.
Gen. Hooker of Mississippi, was the next
orator. He picked up what few arguments
there were left lying around loose, punched
them in masterly manner, and heaved
them over on the Republican side of the
chamber. One or two fellows we're
wounded, but no further damage was done.
Such was the first tariff debate of the ses-
sion. 1t was breezy and delightful, but it
is hardly Indicative Of what is TO follow.
The sky is lowering. Black clouds. with
sulphurous rims, are gathering in the North
west. and there are some indications Of a
cyclone. Shrewd Congressman are paying
attention TO their "dug-outs, while others
are sitting on verandas smoking cigars and
slipping wine, and apparently undmindful
of the fate that may eventually overtake
them. AMOS j. CUMMINGS.