The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-05-23

nent danger of being railroaded out of bust
ness.
President Mckinley is showing somewhat
the effects of wear and tear The impor-
tunities of the ofice-seeking army and
the pressure they exert to have their
names presented effectually have made the
President very tired. Not that he does not
appreciate the value of party service or
that he is unwilling to give everybody a
hearing, but there is a limit to physical
endurance, and he is pressing that limit
hard. He rarely goes to bed before mid
night, and has his breakfast by o'clock
in the morning. He averages less than
seven hours sleep a night and rarely has a
minute to spare from the time he swallows
his morning cup Of coffee until he retires
for the night. The lines on his face are
deepening, and his eyes have lately taken
on added brightness. The President knows
what is the matter with him and has re-
solved upon q change for his own protec-
ton He is going to give himself more re-
taxation, and shorten the hours of contact
with the maddening crowd The peo-
pie of Washington have seen more of
President Mckinley during his first ten
weeks White House incumbency than they
saw of President Cleveland throughout his
entire eight years here. He is out walking
or riding every pleasant afternoon. He
goes about with the easy unconcern of an
ordinary citizen and has discarded abso-
lutely all the police guardianship which
was exercised SO jealousy over his prede-
cessor. AS he walks down Pennsylvania
avenue accompanied only by his tall secre-
tary, Mr.. Porter, he attracts no more at
tention than would a common everyday
senator or representative. He has springy
stride, takes long steps and covers the
ground at the rate of about three miles an
hour when out for his constitutionals.
The Presidents competitor in the last
campaign, William Jennings Bryan, is also
showing the effects of excitement and ar
duous campaigning. The last time he was
in Washington he looked ten years older
than he did when he was reporting the St.
Louis convention last June for his paper,
the Omaha World-Herald. His face has
become deeply scanned, his eyes have be-
come restless, and are as alert and shifting
a hawks S. The merry ring in his voice
has changed to the stage voice, which is
acquired by actors. His step, however is
still elastic, and the wonderful constitution
which carried him through his phenomenal
campaign of last year, shows no sign of
breaking. He seems to be made of iron,
and is himself so thoroughly convinced of
his endurance that he Intends it is said,
to indulge himself in the pleasure of a six
weeks night-and-day campaign in Ohio
during the early autumn months.
At banquet one evening in Savannah,
Ca, Perry S. Heath then a Washington
correspondent, and now first assistant
postmaster general sat by the side of a
young law student in whom he became
quite interested. AS the guests were about
to separate Mr.. Heath said to his young
friend of the evening:
why don't you go out West and grow
up. Go to Washington and come back to
Congress. The Territory will soon be adj
mitted into the sisterhood of states. Go out
there and you will make your mark"
The incident was forgotten by Mr.. Heath
but one day last week, while he was sit
ting in star-chamber conference with chiefs
of divisions over departmental matters, a
messenger slipped into the door and laid
upon his desk a message, written on the
back of an envelope. 1t read: do you
remember sitting by the side of young
man at a banquet in Savannah twelve
years ago and telling him to go out to
Washington and come back member of
Congress? 1 took your advice, and here
am" The message was signed by James
Hamilton Lewis, Seattle. Mr.. Lewis is
probably the prettiest thing that ever came
into Congress. He has red hair, is full
beared and possesses the volubility and
good nature of a Schuyler Colfax. He is an
exquisite dresser and a fine talker. His
fellow members were disposed to make fun
h \,
but they are getting over that. and he is
likely to become a great favorite. He is
full of anecdotes about the far West and
himself. He tells with gusto many Incl
dents Ringing on the days when he worked
as day laborer in and around Seattle, and
taught boys Greek and Latin in the even
ing to prepare them for college. He is only
thirty-three years old, but says he has been
long enough in Washington State to hold
up his right hand and swear that it has the
most beautiful climate in the world, and
that the rain which falls out there three
months in the year is dry rain. Nobody
but tenderfeet carry umbrellas in the State
of Washington" he says.
1t is a melancholy fact that the paper
money which is produced by the Bureau
of Engraving and Printing is inferior in
every respect to that made by the oank-
note concerns in former years The
government engravers are given to fads
and fancies. They make prettier pictures,
perhaps, than the old-line engravers but
they do not know as we'll how to make
money. No paper bills that have been
made in the last twenty years begin to
compare in perfection of finish and in popu-
larity with the old greenbacks that were
put out thirty years ago or more. Those
old bills which are in existence to-day
are as clean and clear and perfect as the
day they were issued. When a man re-
ceves one of them he knows its denomina-
ton and has no trouble in Identifying it
as the currency of the realm. The last bills
that were put out by the government bu-
reau-the one two and fve-dollar silver GER
tifcates-are designated by experts as mon
strosities, name which is Endorsed by the
public. No more of them will be issued,
and as fast they come into the treasury
they will be destroyed and replaced by
other notes. They are total failures from a
treasury standpoint, and no wonder, for the
star artist who was engaged upon the de-
signs was a fresco painter, who had no
previous training in the line of bank-note
designing, but who had certain magnificent
theories about the duty of the government
to educate the people by putting pictures
on the paper money TO represent the various
stages of national progress in art and other.
things The fresCO painter has bean die