St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-06-12
THEY RUSHED AWAY.
Blaine's Enthusiastic Admir-
ers Hurried HomeWard
Bound Friday Night.
Their Idol Shattered, They
Did Not Care Longer to
Linger.
The Nomination Of Harrison
Fell Like a Very Wet
Blanket.
Little Red Fire for the Hoo
Sier Who Is Certain to Be
Defeated.


On every hand could be seen the evil
dences of the departure of the crowds,
the finishing of the business that had
called them to Minneapolis. The Vend-
ers of badges and souvenirs were pack.
ing up and leaving. A few of them
made a brave effort to sell little Of
the surplus stock by working off the
Harrison badges and souvenirs at half
price. But they went slowly at that.
There was no mad desire on the part OF
the public to sport the colors of the
cold, clammy candidate.
The exodus began Immediately after
the session of Friday afternoon. Nine
out of every ten men of the visitors
were Brine men, at least anti-Rarrison
men. When they saw their hopes
crushed to earth there was no longer
any incentive for them to remain in a
city that had done so shabbily for their
idol. The clubs pulled out of Minneapo-
lis Friday evening almost without eXcep-
tion. The Chicago Blaine club was among
the first to leave. They had wasted all
of their enthusiasm and were anxious
to hide themselves from a populace
prone to guy their sufferings. The Gin
cinnati club left yesterday morning.
The mass of the unattached visitors, the
stragglers, as it were. left the city Fri
day night, too. The convention was
over early enough for them to catch the
evening trains. They lost no time in
catching them. There was no prospect
of fun. Ihe nomination of Harrison
fell
Like a Wet Blanket
on the city and the people who were
visiting it. They were not disposed to
wait for the nomination of vice-presi-
dent. They wanted to get as far as
possible from the scene of the party's
mistake as they could and as quickly as
possible. Yesterday the streets were
deserted, except for Minneapolitans.
Once in while man would be met
who wore badge, but he was always
curiosity, so rarely was he seen.
The hotels are empty. The big ro-
tunda of the West looks bare. For over
a week that floor has been covered with
thousands. The change to absolute
emptiness is striking. But the traces
of the crowd were left behind. The
white marble is stained with the tramp
of thousands of muddy feet and the to-
bacco juice from the thousands OF
mouths. Last evening the floor was
cigar stumps, all the debris Of q
crowd of American men. 1t will
require the polishing effect Of a
good deal of traffic to make that
floor clean again. The pictures Of the
candidates are gone from the walls, al
though one can still see where they
were. All save one. The big charcoal
drawing OF James G. Blaine, set up IN
the Hennepin entrance when the Blaine
boom was hot, still stands, torlorn IN Its
loneliness, no one sufficiently respect
full to carry it away from the Jeers OF
the passers-by. Ayers portrait still
stands, too, but not in the hotel. Alger
was left out in the cold by the conyen-
ton, and his portrait would be IN the
same fix If it were December instead OF
June.
The clerks at the West are study.
They walk about as If in dream. ASK
one of them if the convention IS over
and he will look at you wildly and NUT
ter an unintelligible something about
there having been convention IN the
city. But he knows nothing OF 1t. Con
sciouSness has been crushed out OF him.
He moves about and does his work, but
mechanically.
What is true of the West is true of
the other hotels. At them can be seen
traces of the convention, but no evil
dences. All yesterday Afternoon line
of cOlored delegates sat on the sidewalk
in front of the Brunswick, their grip
sacks between their legs,
Waiting for Trains
that would bear them far away. They
have not vet decided whether they did
wisely. The Harrison men promised
them offices and the Blaine men offered
them gold. The gold would have been
accepted, but the allurements of power,
of a chance TO lord it over the white
man, proved stronger. And now they
are gone.
The whole town presents an appear
ance of housecleaning. Flags and
strips of bunting are still huttering
from many buildings, faded and washed
down by tomorrow. The temporary
restaurants are packing up the dishes
and moving out "Hotel and Dining
Room" is the sign that still adorns the
facade of the Masonic Temple. The New
York Life building is still hotel. The
Lumber Exchange, the Boston block,
are still filled with the paraphernalla of
hotels. In couple of days all these
will be emptied. They will again be-
come business BLOCKS. Inc iumocE
arch stands yet, but will be taken down
in a couple of days. The wind has
saved some one the trouble of tearing
down the barrel windmill of II. Jay
Smith on the East side, at the same
time giving the barrel architecture idea
a resounding smack in the nose. At the
headquarters of the state associations
the tables are being carried out and the
chairs carted back to their owners.
Minneapolis should present engrossed
resolutions of thanks to the members of
the convention for nominating Harri-
son. Why? Because if Blaine or any
other man had been nominated the city
would have been wrecked. The nomi-
nation ofHarrison caused no enthusiasm.
Had it been Blaine the post-adjourn-
ment scenes would have been vastly
different. Harrison named, every one
was anxious to get out of town. They
were nearly
All Blaine Enthusiasts.
and they had not the heart to make
merry over the success of the avowedly
bitter rival of their candidate. II 1t had
been Blaine, for instance, the city
would not have been given chance to
sleep yet. The visitors were prepared
for celebration-that is the anti-Har-
rison visitors were. They brought the