New-York tribune., 1908-07-10


in the fight upon which we are entering"
Lincoln. Neb. July 9.-Ths was quiet day at
Fairview and w j. Bryan had his first siesta in
weeks
The day was hot, sultry southern breeze sweep
ing the rolling prairie. The candidate and his
secretary, Robert f Rose, both men of bulk, re-
gardeG the condition particularly conducive to
ideness. They found reasons for leaving the teIe-
graph operator alone in the office and adjourned
to the shaded portion of the lawn near the kennel
back of the house
Nose, the venerable bulldog; Rocker a dachshund;
two puppies and homeless yellow wanderer which
has adopted Fairview as a home, were blinking
placidly in the grass. They looked comfortable
and Mr. Bryan, who drew one of the most inter
esting portions of his lectures from d water
melon seed. learned from the lowly CANNES. He
procured pillow and presently, with his coat off
and his hands under his head he formed a part
of the recumbent group Messages from Denver
Were few, and Mr.. Rose rested likewise.
On this the bay window of the dining room
looks and the telegraph operator read the private
messages through this and Mr. Bryan without
arising, dictated the answers. Mr.. Bryan did not
sleep. but ne talked little to his companion If
the approach of the moment when the delegates in
convention assembled were TO name a leader af-
fected him. he did not show it. Such moments
however not unfamiliar to Mr. Bryan His
nerves are steady. 1t is related of him that after
the adverse returns were in i'll 1896 and his un-
strung friends were racked with disappointment
the defeated cdndidte alone was calm, and when
McKinley's election, at about 10 o'clock in the
evening was absolutely confirmed, he went to bed
and slept the sleep of child the night through
IT was the adjournment of the convention this
afternoon till O'Clock in the evening which gave
Mr. Bryan to-day's opportunity for repose When
matters pertaining to contesting delegations rules
organization and platform were being considered at
Denver Mr.. Bryan was kept close to his confden-
tial wire and was busy about twenty hours a lay
But to-day with satisfactory platform about TO
be adopted and nothing but his own nomination in
prospect the responsibilities of his position dropped
from him and he lay with partly closed eyes gaz-
white farmhouses in the distance.
1t was half dozen farmers who in passing
stopped TO pay their. respects who disturbed Mr.
Rrvan's reverie But they did lure him from
his couch on the sod. All sat down in a row and
Mr. Bryan leaning on his elbow. talked with them
on many things besides politics
.It's the first rest I've had I'm a long time he
sotd. az he resretfuly and entered the house
AFTER dinner and before the telegraph had again
taken ND the burden OF the convention report the
candidate walked about his farm with Mrs Bryan
his daughter Grace and Mr. Rose. He noted that a
portion of his hay crop had been safely slowed
away. that the summer $ brood of Plymouth Rocks
were approaching edible proportions; that the two
Calves we're doing well and that few more years
would hiring his apple trees to maturity He picked
= few cherries and ate them. and To- all appear
an,es forgot that there such d thing as a CON
veption or White House. OF those at Fairyiew
ls appeared the least concerned.