The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1896-07-12

tary of the Treasury, and
Has Made no Pledge
to Any One.
Chicago. July 10.-(Special to the
Washington Post Twelve hours
make a great deal of difference IN a
mans size. Last night William Jen-
nines Bryan filled good deal oil
space in political estimation, as the
great speech which he had made ear
lier in the day was still ringing IN
the ears of the public, and he was re-
e,aded as a strong possibility, Stu he
was only possibility. Last night no
policemen guarded his door, and no
crowd of perspiring and juhilant
Nebraskans stood in the corridor OF
his hotel waiting for hours for
chance to shake his hand. Last night
Senators sent for him; tonight he
sends for Senators, and they are only
too glad to do his bidding.
When Mr.. Bryan arose this morn
ing he knew that to-day would be the
most momentous of his life. His
intimate friends hoped he would be
nominated. Mr.. Bryan cherished that
same hope, too. He was not supreme
ly confident, but he was sensible
enough to know that chances We're IN
his favor He had felt the electric
thrill which ran through his audience
as they listened to his burning elo-
II lal or S+ta1iaI the his
tory of the Chicago convention of
1ss0-think of it. Bryan had not then
attained his maiority--in vain, and he
had not forgotten that a speech then
nominated Garfield Stranger things
happen than history repeating itself.
Mr.. Brvan's friends advised him to re-
main away from the convention. If
the nomination was to come TO nm
il might be embarrassing for him TO
be in the hall If he was marked Tor
defeat it were better that no one WIT
messed his bitterness of spirit.
MRS. BRYAN AND MISS BLAND.
Mrs. BRYAN went to the Coliseum.
She had a profound conviction that
this day was to be the day OF all days
TO her. In one gallery sat the Wlfe
of the successful candidate listening
to the great building ringing 10 the
plaudits of her husbands name, watch
ing him gradually climb higher and
higher. till at last fame kissed his
brow. Mrs. Bryan was intensely
moved. but her excitement found vent
in no noisy demonstrations. AZ last,
when her friend told her that her
husband had been nominated, she
leaned back in her seat and tears of
ioy gently coursed down her cheeks.
\ Jew feet from her sat a girl not
one whit less interested in the result
that the wife Of the young Nebraska
LAWYER and editor Miss Fanny Bland,
the daughter of the Missouri candi-
date. has a deep and tender affection
for her father. She watched the BAL
loting to-day with a tense face, and
every emotion she experienced found
its reflection in her eyes and manner.
As her father slowly Went down 10
defeat. and on the ruins OF his hopes
rose the monument to Bryan, the girl
dropped and showed her despair.
When the wife of the victor quietly
sobbed out her joy. the daughter Of
the yanquished fell back in her seat
with a face so deathly pale, and her
whole air so utterffly heart-broken
that those around her imagined she
was going TO faint. Her friends COW
cred her with sympathetic words. She
said she had all Of her fathers logged
and determined strength. \ moment
she showed her keen disappointment,
the disappointment born of her great
love for her father, then she rallied
With an effort she pulled herself to-
gether, and during the rest OF the
proceedings sat quiet and unmoyed
spectator of the scene.
HOW BRYAN RECEIVED THE NEWS
While Mrs. Bryan was watching the
living actors her husband, in the com
paratye seclusion of the Clifton House
one of Chicagos smaller and less
known hotels, where the Nebraska
delegation has had its headquarters
followed each move with no less rap
turous attention at every development
of the great board was flashed TO hin
over thewires. No private wire con
nected Mr.. Bryan's modest bedroom
which also served as his conference
room and campaign headquarters
with his lieutenants in the Coliseum
The Clifton House, in common will
other hotels, received the bulletin ser
vice of the telegraph companies, an,
these bulletins were read in the parlo
Of the hotels, few feet away from Nj
Bryan's bedroom.
1t was in this parlor that the Demo
cratic candidate sat TO await the news
Only three intimate friends were wit
him. The Bryan Club the NebrasI
delegation. the Nebraska shouters, bi
and little, had all gone to the Coliseum
TO lend their voices to the great IN
umph. a few people around the hott
had curiosity enough to drop in an
glance at the little pieces Of whit
paper which were SO pregnant wit
fate for the central figure Of tha
little group. But the room was con
paratiyely deserted, and there wa
nothing to show that an event out {
the ordinary was happening.
Mr. Bryan wore his mascot coat,
twenty-fve-cent affair, which has a
ways brought him luck, a pair of dar
trousers, no vest, and pearl gra
Fedora. He was nervous, althoug
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