The daily morning journal and courier., 1899-10-02
THE NEW DENIS KEARNEY
NO LONGER THE LOUD yOICED
 "KTNG
Of the sand Lots" but Well Groomed
 Capitalist.

Capitalist.
 Take any part of ten thousand al one fourteen" murmured Denis Rear ney to his broker across the edge of the No sooner had the leather lunged broker shouted out this offer than big man on the other side of the place shrieked "Sold!'
 Another ten thousand at same fig ure' said Kearney in a tone so low that his factor could hardly hear, and once more the man across the way cried Sold
 Again and again this was repeated other sellers taking the place of the big stranger until it seemed to me that xhis man at my elbow, with the gently modulated voice. was about to buy the entire wheat crop of California. He caught sight of me and said, cheerily: '.Hello, you here? Taking a flyer at the market, l suppoee?" still speaking in the same measured tone, though there was a touch of old time nervous tension as he turned from the focus of speculation and said, simply: I'm a bull on wheat to-day, and feel like buying all the visible supply, but I guess l have enough for the moment. I'll make my turn on this lot in the D.. m. Board and clean up some good money"
 And he did adding $5,0O0 to his bank roll.
 I looked at this Denis Kearney of to- day and marvelled at the changes that the flight of twenty years had wrought. He is the same man who was once the king of the sand lots, and the voice now so well controlled, then rasping and rancous, thundered portentious threats against the "hell born, hell bound scoundrels," as he was reported to have called those who had the temer- ity to challenge his dominion.
 That expression might have been Justified under circumstances then eX- istng, but I never originated it or used it. said Mir Kearney, smiling at the recollection of old times brought up reference to these famous words. Then hell born, he'll bound business was in- corporated in a fictitious speech which Chester Hull pretended I delivered. It was made out of whole cloth. Nothing of the kind ever occurred. Strange as 1t may seem, it was from that circum- stance that arose the erroneous inn pression that MT. Hull wrote my speeches As matter of fact, the only speech he ever wrote for me was that one which l never delivered and knew nothing about until I read 1t in The New York Sun It came back here and was published as joke. but soon afterward was accepted in sober earnest That shows how history is made"
 Several times in his conversation the retired ruler of the sand lots betrayed undisguised pride in his own literary and oratorical ability. He said that for ten weeks he travelled through the State making a campaign in favor of the new constitution speaking from new themes every day, often suggested by the occurrences or inspiration of the moment. and he thought it prepos- ferrous for any one to think that those orations could have been prepared be- forehand by any other person
 "They were all mine. Such as they were, they came from my own brain had but one object, and that was ac- complished. From beginning to end the Chinese must go was my text. stuck to it until the law was changed so to prevent or at least to curb the in Aux of Chinese that threatened to over whelm our State
 So he ran on in his reminiscent mood this retired agitator, who has recently made marked success in his exten- sive operations on Change.
 The Denis Kearney of to-day comes in different guise. As he acknowl- edged my greeting I noticed that his left hand was gloved and the right hand. which was conventionally bare bore witness to the attentions of the manicure He carried a set of ivory tablets whereon he jotted down the figures of his buys and sells with little gold mounted pencil The can vas overall and jumpers had disap- peared Gone was the leather apror with it's fastenings of copper rivets Before me was the Denis Kearney oi to-day--the prosperous speculator 1T wheat, sugar and Oil-those three great staples that have made and un made the fortunes of thousands. His facial aspect had been changed by the taking off of his mustache. The eyes still look as if they were half closed which is indicative of shrewdness, arA the hair, untouched with gray, though MT. Kearney confesses to f1fty-foul wears, stands up as defiant of comt and brush as ever His powerful handt are no longer knotted and clinched hut are white and soft The rounded cheeks of the old days have beer slightly hollowed by the strain anc worry that come of trying to master the intricacies of the speculative mar ket; the chin no longer protrudes, anc the jaw has less of the appearance ol aggressive prominence.
 "Watching the wheat game is harder work than excluding Chinamen, saic Mir. Kearney when reference was made to his chastened appearance. In place of the habiiments of manual toll which he has put off, as he believes for good he has donned the garb o the "capitalist class against which ht long inveighed-except in one particu lar. He draws the line at the high sill file so common on Change In tht prosperous days of Pine and Leides dorff sts. q can't wear a plug hat;
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