The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-04-23
Letters to the Editor.
Can Make e Noise.

Editor The Advertiser: Y
 The NebrasKan (W. J. Bryan) seems to have been believing recently at start ling rate, out in Missouri. caused evi- dently: by the complimentary notices of MT. Cieveland's great speech recently delivered in New York.
 If MT. Bryan had the patriotism. good sense and the good taste. to initiate the example Of some great men. who have sumered defeat in times gone by, by holding his tongue, it would be vastly better for him. and the Democratic party ana the country. would lose nothing by It; but like a quacklng goose, he flies from one section of the country to another. still quacking. and evidently imagining himself the greatest man In America, and that he has sunered mar tyrdom at the hands of MT. Cleveland: and hence the quack. quack. quack, and the misses slip forth at MT. Cleveland.
 MT. Bryan's performances, and the im- portance some people seem to attach to his greatness, reminds the writer of an occurrence in the boyhood days of a friend. who may tell the story in his own language: Father lived about a mile and half from town. and one sum- mer evening sent me to the postoffice for our mall I got the papers and letters ana deposited them at drug store, and then fell in with lot of the town boys. and We got to playing and having a good time generally. and the first thing knew. 1t was dark, and so l hustled round and stdftco HOfue, DelHS very HuCii dlFdiu of the trip, because of. dread of travel ing in. the dark.
 As I walked along every insect that chirped along the road side caused me to dodge and shiver. I was going, how ever at lively rate. expecting to reach home pretty soon, when all at once the believing of a bull. which it seemed to me fairly jared the earth fell upon my ears. and frightened me nearly to death. He semed to be nearly upon me. and as al a n rn0 vva a convenient tree. Up which I sprang like squirrel. The pull beloved a num- Der or times as l thought. right at the foot of the tree. so there was nothing Tor me to do, but to sit In the fork of the tree, which was uncomfortable. but nothing like so much so, as having my life gored out of me by bull as big as an elephant. shuddered some. nodded some. and slept some, and the night being short, woke all right about good day, and be- gan to peer round the root of my tree for the bull. but not seeing him there I broadened my vision, and few yards away, enclosed In pen, from which 1t wass impossible for him to escape, was one of the most contemplate little piney woods bulls l had ever seen. He was all voice--good for nothing but to below, and frighten timid people in the dark. I punish me for staying out all night. but now. not being able to kick myself for being little fool, l was hoping he would give me good thrashing, but being a good father. when he heard my story, he laughed heartily. and let me off,
 Now the Nebraskan is not a very large man. as many think. although he bellows loudly, and no one need be afraid of him. for he is so hedged about by the mistaken predictions he made in 1896, that he will never get out, to be harm full to any one but himself. More Is the pity, for If he could be induced to tarry while at Jerico, or some other place, till his beard grows. being a man of some good points, there might be yet some hope for him, in a small way. -