Arizona republican., 1892-01-06
Cores spondence of Tnr REPUBLICAN.

WAsHNGToN, Dec. 23.--The congres- sional wheels are again in mouon, but nothing in the whole legislative machine is so interesting as the men who make it go and who are . part of it, As one sits in the gallery and looks down upon the 400 men who are here to make the na- tion's laws he discerns so many interest ing figures, so many great careers, so many individuals about whom gossip and story cluster, that he hardly knows where to choose his subjects. see one bright young man, with face like that of a god and smile that would win the heart of child or woman, in whom take good deal of interest. His name is Bryan, and he comes from Nebraska, where he is a lawyer, who has been sent to congress for his first term. want to watch Mir. Bryan as a type. He has been in Washington more than week, and took an active part in the speaker ship contest. In that struggle he learned what seemed to be a revelation to him that congressional politics is largely made up of lying, duphcity, insincerity, two facedness, treachery.
 Mir. Bryan is an honest young man, fresh from the boundless prairies of the west, and this discovery amazed and ap- palled him. If this is national politics" he said, 'l think will go back home and stay there. l don't think want to engage in politics of this kind.H "Oh," said an old member, "you will get ac- customed to it after time, and l ven ture to predict that when the next speak ership contest comes on you will be as smart and adroit as any of them" If l thought would be brought down to the sort of duplicity that have seen here,' said Mir. Bryan, "I would this day go and resign my seat in the house and take the first train out of Washington. Now, liked that reply, and this young man is worth watching. Which do you think is the better prophet, the old mem- Der who knows something of the infiu- ences exerted by public life at the na. tional capital, or the young man from the prairies?
 Another interesting young man is the much talked of Sherman Hoar, of Mas sachusetts. Everybody expects to find this scion of a rich and aristocratic fam lily somewhat aristocratic himself. But he isn't. He has already established himself as one of the popular men of congress. He mixes with the wild westerners, the Tammany chaps from the metropolis, the lusty fellows from the great northwest as readily as with the college bred men from his own sec tion. He has a hearty handshake and a good story for every one. He looks like young farmer as much as anything else, and now that his congressional dis trict has been enlarged to take in several rural counties l imagine he is trying to become a confirmed and accepted agri- culturist. In this connection clever story is told by Mir. Hoar himself. He was out in the fields one day driving the hay wagon for the laborers on his fa- ther's farm. He was attired in a flannel shirt and an old straw hat which he had picked up somewhere, and looked for all the world like a farmer himself. The men sent him with light wagon after some tools, and while on this errand he was accosted by one of the professors of the divinity school near by.
 My good man." said the teacher of divinity, "cawn't you drive me up to the railway station? have to catch train, and me carriage has not come. Please do, now; that's a good fellow" The young congressman told him to jumpin On the way to the station the minister prated of the beauties of rural life ''Oh, the lovely flowers" he exclaimed: "how love flowers. My good man, suppose you are so accustomed to the beautiful flowers of the field, as you pass them in your daily toil that you do not take any notice of them whatevah." "Oh, yes; notice them once in awhile" said young Hoar, with difficulty sup pressing his merriment. A little farther on Mir. Hoar's sister was met in the road driving a dog cart. Of course she bowed and smiled to her brother and Mir. Hoar lifted his hat to her. The teacher of divinity went into ecstacies. "Oh, how lovely! how beautifulp he exclaimed; 'what charming simplicity, what com mentary on the freedom of social insti- tutions in America, when the lady of the town bows to the rustic of the field" This was too much for young MT. Hoar, and as a result of the laughter which he was unable longer to suppress, it was necessary for him to reveal his identity. "If can get this story in circulation among the farmers of my district" says Mir. Hoar, 'I shall have no difficulty in winning g reelection"
 Speaking of this aristocratic New England family reminds me that 1 saw in the senate corridor the other day a pair of fine lads from New England, walking arm in arm to look for their fathers. Each of these boys is the son of senator and the grandson of senator. The father of one is Senator Hale, of Maine, and of the other Senator Chandler, of New Hampshire. The grandfather of young Hale was Senator Zack Chandler, of Michigan, and the grandfather of young Chandler was the famous Senator John P. Hale, of New Hampshire. The name of one lad is Chandler Hale, and of the other Hale Chandler. About a quarter of century hence l expect 10 see both of them members of the body of which their fathers and grandfathers were members before them.
 Why it is that the state of Maine al- ways manages to make herself felt so strongly in the two houses of congress is mystery to me. Perhaps it is because man who gets to the front in that state is permitted to remain there long enough to accomplish something. Those good old