The Birmingham age-herald., 1905-12-31

 MT. Bryan found that his farmer neigh bors were growing cool toward him. The campaign was frost. When they met him on the roads they averted their faces.
 It was the night before electlon when party of neighbors called on him.
 MT. Bryan" said the spokesman, ''is 1t true? We want it from -our own mouth?"
 ''Is what true?' asked MT Bryan.
 That you have a gold bed?"
 Mr Bryan took them through every room in the house. All, though elegant and tasteful, was democratically simple, until they came to the brass bed
 That's it,'' said the spokesman
 That's only brass" said MT Bryan.
 Would you mind,' said one of the in- vestigating committee. sending for It, tie vinegar"
 Mir. Bryan sent and the acid test was tried on the bed The brass turned green, and the candidate was cleared of the charge of being stuck up.
 But the roorback had done it's work. The anti-Bryantes said at the polls next day that it was bad enough to have a riotous gold bed in the house. but worse to have an imitation gold bed. His op- ponent, clergyman, carried the day by a majority of 27 out of total of 96. Don't know how they worked that; seems to be an arithmetical impossiblity)
 "I would have stood no show, any way" said MT. Bryan. "Pm not religious enough for that district. Did I tell you what Bob Ingersoll wrote me about my fables?'
 Mir Ingersolrs remarks were compli- mentary.
 You might tell how I got around the socialists too' continued Mir. Bryan of Ohio "TIfev invited me to address them in Cincinnati. I said to them:
 ",1m rich. I used to be poor. I've tried both kinds. and I'd rather be rich. This overcoat cost me s1o0 It's lined with silk All my clothes are lined with silk. They're a great deal more comfortable than the clothes l used to wear when was poor.
 Anybody can be rich if he's got the brains and indutsry. If he hasn't he ought to reflect that It's his own fault. and be contented. I can get money from the average man as I'd take a toy from child. because I've got more brains
 They stopped me right there.' con- tinued Mir Bryan. Tt broke up the meet Ing. They have told me since that it nearly cost me my life. don't agree with Cousin Williams theories. Cousin William is brilliant man, but l opposed him in both His campaigns because I thought he was wrong. My action had & great deal to do with carrying Ohio for the republican party
 Copies of Fables and Essays by John Bryan of Ohio" are becoming rare and valued.
 In his preface MT. Bryan calls attention to the fact that the boo kis not to be sold for gain, and that'no fee was charged for the Sermon on the Mount He then goes on with fables.
 On page 9S, for example. there is the story of spirit whom love was going to sen don earth He had his choice of any being he wanted to inhabit. and after looking over 8 woman and her beautiful lover, he picked a jack>ss. When the jackass died the spirit went back and explained to Genus that he had seen patience meekness and kindness in the eyes of the ass: and those for him. Where uopn love made him god. And this is the moral:
 .The gods reward men for making jack asses of themselves" Then there's the fable of the buzzards that watched the horse and ass fight and took no hand because their turn was com ing which points this Moral: The inf- dels watching the struggles of the Pro- testants and Roman Catholics" There's another about '"rhe Genie and the Valley" It tells how the genie gath | cred things from people, ta4.ng ones and ! blood and hearing and eyesight and req son; and out of bones and blood and hearing he made house; and people said: What beautiful house,' The moral of this is so apparent that mono Is appended:
 l MT. Bryan rests on Page 200 or so for another preface. Then. after more fables, he bursts into song. For example: TO A YOUNG LADY Who Sent the Author a Piece of Cake
 Made By Her Own Fair Hands. The cake was so fair. so rich and rare. So sweet. so delicious in favor
 That to judge it alright in truth, Clara, might
 Guess it's goodness was caught from it's maker.
 O On the next page but one appears an ode to lady who presented the author with a necktie.'' Further on is lyric entitled You Touched Me-" whereof this is the last stanza
 Thou art my past thou art my. tree; I've left them all to cling to thee;
 Thy hand hath saved. thy touch set free; Thou art my sun, thou art my sea.