Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1915-10-24

he said. beating his desk with his
angry fist. ten hours longer" prom
ise. by the way. he did not keep. Pal
mer, seventy-six. looking fresh as q
had answered every roll call and been
in the Senate for twenty seven hours
without so much as a wink OF sleep
Refreshed. shaved. his frockcoat but
toned to his stalwart body. Allen en-
tered the chamber. walked briskly to
his desk and smiled as men spoke OF
his learning and stamina. At pm
that day. October IL. Martin had van
tshed, Teller had spoken for two hours
and Stewart had leaped into the breach
most 1oyfully. His snow-white beard
covered his front. clean to his waist
line.
Mills. Roger O.. of Texas, was re-
Ginning on two chairs. A wool hat
James Donald Cameron was listle.sIy
knotting and unknotting a long piece
of red tape he had found on the floor
Mcpherson of New Jersey. hollow
eyed and yellow. tottered into the DEM
ocratic cloakroom.
There were but three democrats and
ten republicans in the chamber at the
moment. Stewart taking a sip OF
water and CHANGING defiantly at the rep
resentatives of the mercenary press in
the gallery above his head. waited
over the Roman empire and landed in
the middle of the American revolution.
An hour later. his face flushed with
excitement, he shouted: We are here
to sink or swim. to live or die. The
Senator from Indiana INT. Voorhees)
said last night that he would be car
ried back to Terre Haute feet foremost
before he would surrender. Now. let
him stay with US. This is a test Of
physical endurance. l have the floor
and shall talk all night and all day to-
morrow"
At 10 o'clock that night Stewart was
drinking great draughts of black coffee
out of a china cup and wiping his white
whiskers with a red handkerchief.
John Morgan of Alabama, sixty-nine
years old, was gloomily looking at him
from under his heavy eyebrows. Plat
OF Connecticut, pinched and ashen, was
reading.
Voorhees, slept in his chair with spas
modic jerks. Now he pretends he is
awake. He looks around. dazed. for a
moment Slowly his head sinks upon
his chest He attempts to raise il. Up.
up. it goes half way, and then drops
back again The struggle is over and
the Tall Sycamore of the Wabash is
quietly snoring.
But Stewart, Dubois, wolcott. Harris.
frazzled by the repealers We're wide
awake and full of fight. Though he
soowled and gesticulared f1eroely, Stew
art was taken off his feet at AS o'clock
Friday morning. October ID, on a call
for a quorum. The Senate had been
continuously in session for thirty five
hours and forty minutes.
The sergeant-at-arms at 4 o'clock re-
ported that two senators were absent
from the city, twelve had been excused
by the Senate. four were too Ill to
leave their beds. nine when summoned
made no answer. and sixteen could not
be found-doubtless they were hiding.
quorum. therefore. could not be OBJ
tanned.
Mr. President" said the haggard
Voorhees,. Il feel that 1 have done my
duty, and without comment l now move
that the Senate adjourn
Brute tactics" as Dubois predicted.
had failed. The repealers. in a parlia-
mentary sense. were back on the very
ground from which they had set out SO
resolutely.
Repeal. however. came later. but only
after Stewart, Teller. PETER and all
their comrades had given violent voice
to their wrath and had foretold In
nearly 100000 words the fall Of the
republic.
Copyright, 1915, by James B. Morrowl