Arizona republican., 1909-11-30
STANLEY IN THE FIELD AND
 AFTERWARD.

Before I met Henry NJ. Stanley. had talked with men who had been under him in his African expeditions. and all they told me about him was more or less appalling. He was not inhuman. but in desperate straits he spared nei- ther man nor beast, nor would he de- fer to the counsel or the pleas of oth- CTS. or have any patience with less than instant orders under all circumstances, He would not forbear under arguments or excuses, or relax his severity by any familiarity or pleasantries even when his object had been gained He was both despot and martinet; stern. ex- acting. uncompromising. silent. humor- less, inscrutable, Cromwellian.
 "I cannot say we loved him." one of his lieutenants said to me: i've were all afraid of him; but we all believed in him. When he hadn't his rifle in his hand, he had his Bible, and no matter where our camp was, or how long and distressing our march had been, he never missed his bath and shave in the morning"
 What details to inspire an imaginary portrait of him. The silent man in white, impurturbable in the heart of the African forest, his words restricted to commands, which. his followers. recognizing their destiny in him, leaped 10 Obe.i
 Yeas afterward often met Stanley in London at his fine house in Rich mond Terrace, Whitehall. at parties. and at the house of commons. He had finished his work in Africa meanwhile. and. with reason to be satisfied with what he had done in opening that continent to civilization. he had settled down with, a beautiful. accomplished and adoring wife. She would have made a society man of him. but he never looked happy at social functions. The only complaint she made against him was that he would staul aside in stead of asserting himself in a crowd Whenever there was a rush for seats in a train, all the better accommoda- tions would be taken before he made any effort to provide for her or him. self, and so elsewhere He would all low himself to be trodden on without remonstrance; never was there so pa 1 tient a lion. So. when he entered the ] house of commons. he was never as conspicuous as he should have been on his merits.
 There are only one or two, subjects on which I should care to speak" he said to me one afternoon at tea on I the Terrace" For instance. when African questions have come up, I have thought my knowledge of that country sufficient to be Of service; but, somehow or other. another fellow is all ways on his feet before me. and though he may never have been in the speaker gives him the floor"
 That was the only time l ever heard him bewail his ineffectiveness in par liament. the only n1urmur of discon- tent Knighthood, the freedom of great cities and the highest degrees of the universities and learned societies had been conferred on him. His table and sideboard were loaded with caskets of silver and gold holding tributes to his achievements, which his wife loved to display. She herself, a woman of wit and beauty, was the painter and exhibitor in the Royal Academy of the best portrait of him. But he hardly seemed at home, among his own guests. It was not the real man that he saw in London. but one out of his element and as distraught as he had been at the Papyrus so many years before. The real Stanley was only seen and known by his comrades in the field. In tanner scenes he vanished altogether, or could be perceived only as a plaintive shadow
 What contrast between him and Du Chaillu-'1, Paul" as he usually spoke of himself. He reminded me of The old story of the Marseillaise and he Gascon. T." said the former, love poetry. painting" The lat er declared, T love sport, always 'port, nothing but sport" He then de- icribed his recent experiences in Af- -ica tt Ten lions in twenty minutes-not a lad record, eh? After breakfast vent out again. Lighted a cigarette. 1