Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-09-25
Mr.. Bryan and the Future.

The Charleston News and Courier thus
takes Mr.. Bryan up in very clever style:
DIR. Charles D. McIver died while he was
on MIR. Bryan's special train. near Dur
ham. last Monday, on his way to Green's
boro with the orator. Mr.. Bryan spoke at
Greensboro in the evening, but, instead of
talking politics. he spoke in terms of the
highest praise of his dead friend. AT the
age of fourteen years seat in the United
States Senate was the height of my ambi-
ton. he said. i did not want to go to
Congress to be President: the Senate was
the place. | have changed now. / do not
care TO hold Office. | want to do all the
good l can. | am striving to leave the
world something. l had rather. a thousand
times. leave the world What DR.. McIver has
left it than to leave John ID. Rockefeller's
millions
Are we to understand that Mr.. Bryan
positively will not run for President at the
next election? If he was entirely sincere
in what he said, the North Carolinians
would doubtless be willing to put him in
DIR. Mclver's place. A successor will have
TO be found for him; why not take Mr..
Bryan
What wretchedness would be Mr.. Bryan's
were he required to assume the task which
DR.. McIver laid down. That ne greatly ad-
mired his friend and greatly appreciated
his work may easily believe 1t was
work. too. worthy of great mans best
endeavors. But it Is work for which Mr..
Bryan is not now fitted, and in which he
would signally fail We're he to undertake it,
Gone are his days of peace and dreaming
Conc the time when he might have enjoyed
the quiet of academic shades. the society of
ambitious boys and young men. and the
pleasures of the library in the evening
He is now celebrity. condemned to cease
less talk and publicity and the hero of a
noisy crowd upon many of whom real
thought would be wasted All his words look
alike to them. So all he has to do is to
open his mouth and begin a, speech, and
his hearers delighted. Why think?
If Mr.. Bryan had bitter enemy--he prob
ably has motif would be ducks for that man
to reflect on Mr.. Bryan's fate. Just now he
is In clover. with large appreciation of his
lush surroundings. His heath Is excellent
His relish for crowds and applause is I'M
diminished after ten years of unpI ecedented
Indulgence. His drawing power continues
extraordinary. But after awhile must come
a change. This is a tickle old world. 1t
puts men up on pedestals and pulls them
down again with small excuse. THE tumuIt
and the shouting will die and then? What
is quiet to man brought up III a boiler
yard?- He can't sleep when the big ham,
mers quit going. The noise has become part
OF his being. He must have it. as the old
soak his grog, the old sport his CARDS, the
old sailor his sight of the sea-
Mr. Bryan's happiness now depends on
noise and notice. His life is pitched in that
key. Never more joy for him unless there
is swaying mass of muttonheads before
him, not haf of whom can hear a word he
Is saying, but all of whom at every pause
in his speech impatient for more A
professors chair would bore him to death
A principals duties would fiji him with an
guish. But the agtator's day will pass. and
then Mr.. Bryan. who has only reached mid
die dfe. is going to have a tussle with him.
self about spending the time.