Los Angeles herald., 1907-01-27

he pats the sleek side of his thorough
bred gift from fienator Stone of Mis-
souri,.
Stone is the man who was made i'm
mortal by "BilP' Phelps remark that
they both sucked eggs, but Stone hid
the shells!"
Then there are work horses and all
sorts of farm implements and haystacks
and a windmill and gas plant to make
light for the house, and incidentally
serve as a cyclone cellar in case a
twister should come along. and all the
things one sees on an up-to-date farm,
which is a vastly different proposition
from the old time farm, with it's quaint
ness and crudeness.
Mr.. Bryan's Library
And beyond these stretch the broad
acres, over which we trudged with a
blast from the place Peary just dis
covered blowing through us aj if we
We're mosquito netting or Val. lace. l
guess it was that blast made the library
look so good when we finally got back
to the house.
But the library would be a good
looking room under any circumstances.
Like the rest of the house, ii is hand
somely furnished, with a-plenty of pol
ished oak and four walls of interesting
pictures-pictured walls very often re-
fleet the personalities dwelling within
them, you know.
From these walls look down Lincoln
and Webster, Tolstoy, Bryan himself
a large portrait in oil-and Mrs. Bryan
and Jefferson. There is also a picture
of the capitol in Washington, done in
split straw by an Italian admirer.
The books on the shelves run the
whole gamut of literature, ancient and
modern. with the emphasis on essays
and economic subjects and the fiat
top desk, a massive affair, is lightly
burdened with writing material, since
the bmettalist-he Is still that-does
nearly all his writing in his Office in
the basement.
In the library, as in every other
room, there are curious and beautiful
trinkets, some of them rare and Valu-
able, which were given to the Bryans
in foreign countries. Here is a Bud
dhist god of gold, there bit of old
old coisonne, yonder a piece of carved
alabaster, each fraught with a brief
history which he tall, broad shoul-
dered man of the house relates in that
wonderful voice of his.
That voice-richer. deeper, more mel
| low now than ever before! No wonder
| IL swept everything before it on that
| strange udy III (lllNd6O NNll JNdlo obO
| 1t seems longer than that, doesn't IT.
But then Bryan Is not yet AZ, ever
though the top of his head is guiltless
of hair.
Whatever else nature may have had
in view when she planned this man
she vlsioned the orator. There are few
such voices; there have been few such
dream of David as having had one
like 1t; perhaps Demosthenes, who is
! this mans faVorite in prose, just as
Bryants immortal "Ode to IA Water
Fowl" Is his choice of poems.
You may recall the last stanza of II;
| He who, from zone to zone,
| Guides through the boundlesS sky
| thy certain flight,
| In the long way that l must tread
| alone,
VIII lead my steps Alright.
Collection of Hats
There is something more than music
rich and organ-like, i'm these words
when that voice repeats them. There
is a faith better than the best music
Nor is 1t a false indication, for Mr.
Bryan is sincerely religious and he does
not hesitate to say that the most Inn
pressive thing he saw in his globe
trotting was the work Of the mission
aries.
In the billiard room upstairs are hosts
of queer looking contraptions given him
| nv nnissionarieS here and there Al