The Bamberg herald. (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, September 06, 1906, Image 2

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I In Angel's ^^BVE^ffiss^s^ia^r^svx^ssE Home?and Lottie! Dan Joyce, j that staring man with the haggard, j boyish face, at whom the other pas- j sengers had glanced so often, gripped ! his teeth to keep back a shout?or a : sob. Home! For him, the gap in ; those white cliffs looked like the gate of a paradise. Dear England? j after two and a half years in the j -W- Australian bushland! London, and j then?his precious Lottie, waiting for ! him all these dull months! i He would catch the pale, slight ! figure by surprise in his strong brown I arm5 snri fpll hpr that Iovp alone I had drawn him back six months be- : fore his allotted time, and how it had j secretly almost broken his heart to leave her to her lonely nurse's rou- i tine, with only his old chum Ferrars ! to watch from a distance that no i harm befel her. Only his love?not i because of that incredible letter that [ had reached him in the wilds two months ago! i Ke was clutching it now. He j would tear it up and throw the pieces i at her feet. Her tired eyes would fill and brim over; she would sob out on his shoulder that she had written it on a wild, inexplicable impulse, when the loneliness of life seemed too heavy to bear. Yes! Ke had not once doubted it. His quiet, trusting Lottie! No, there was some strange mistake that would be puffed away in a moment.' Ferrars would have whis* pered the word of comfort for him! Ferrars, the actor, was the one man ^ living whom he had cared to trust with his heart's deepest longing. For that last brief letter that her fingers had penned had been one to crush and brutalize any man not su suic ui the woman he had asked to wait! "My Dear Mr. Joyce?I shall not "be able to write again. You will think it hard, for a time, maybe, but you would think still less of me as a woman if I let you go on hoping and looking forward. Against my will my feelings have gradually changed. I shall only ask you, as a man, not to cause unnecessary pain by ever trying to see me again. I hold you to that. Good-bye.?Lottie Haynes." Oh, to see her lips quiver close to his own again!?to kiss away all the haze of misunderstanding! "Lottie! Lottie!" he was whispering to himself all the way. London?Amies street?the house itself?at last! One minute more! * * It passed. He was turning away, quite steadily, but with a queer t pallor under his tan. Miss Haynes was gone away to some hospital, they told him, staring curiously; that was all they knew. Lottie had promised never to give up that room of hers until he came to take her from it as his dear wife. She had gone, leaving no clew. Ton minntoc mnrpanfl he had runST - the same old bell. "Oh, yes, Mr. Ferrars is still with us! We knew he [. r expected some friends, but he is not at home yet " She hesitated. "Thanks?thanks! Archie won't . mind me waiting!" he said, clearing his husky throat. And he found himself going dazedly up t?he stairs. An then presently he drew in his breath sharply. A sudden buzz of voices below; men laughing and chattering. Now they were coming up? Archie leaping on ahead. He could pick out the old careless, rich voice that he would know among thousands. Then suddenly the door was pushed back and Ferrars stood there. Ferrars, not changed an atom!?the old smile on his dark, keen, goodlooking face. tl r It died out. Dan Joyce had sprung, his hand out, that husky "Archie, old fellow!" warm and broken on his lips. But that was all. In the dying light all the blood had seemed to drain from Ferrars' face and left it gray; hestood like a thing of stone. For a full minute, while that muffled laughter came in from the next room, life seemed to have no meaning, and tbenFerrars naci ciosea the door and held it fast. "You!" he strained out. "You' here?back in England! What? -what " # "I'm sorry," Dan whispered. "I never meant to give you that shock. Archie,'she ? she's gone! Gone!" " His voice broke, he reached out again, gropingly. "Dan! I thought of you as thousands of miles away", and?to see you standing in my room!" The hand fell away. He stood back as if scarcely breathing, his face turned. "Where is she?" Dan asked thickly. "I came?I came home because I couldn't live longer without her. Tell me that, if you know, and I'll go. Where's my Lottie?" "I do know." He had tiptoed to the door and clicked the key. When he turned there was sweat on his forehead, as after a great mental ordeal. "Dan, I do know?and can't help you. Now you know why I have not written lately?I could not. I heard?I heard there was another man. What could I do when she asked me, on my honor, never to tell you where she had gone? I prom isea; 1 naa to. l can c ureaa, luj word to a woman!" "You must?and will," Dan whispered, never moving. His blue eyes, staring past, seemed to see nothing. "I left her in your keeping, as my one friend on earth. You could have told me, for my life's happiness? and hers. You'll tell me now, because, night or day, I shall never rest until I have it from her own dear lips that woman's love?Lottie's love?would die like that." A long silence. Dan was not quite ure?there seemed to come a thick S&? 3?& - ' V . .V ./ ? ' - V - ' "r: , S <- . . . ^ -f - V - . j _ : .""5 V t 'J ; Uniform, i 13\IN5\&sE\BVE^?ENBSBIVKSEN^B mist over everything ? but he believed that Ferrars had slipped from the room in that nameless pause. Ke. knew nothing more for certain until Ferrars' hand closed upon his shoulder. Ferrars' voice itself seemed to come from a distance. "Here, then, take this. I've written it; I've not told you?not broken my word literally. I can't stay to talk to-night; I have to be at the theatre by seven, and my friends are waiting. She s staying there, at that address, with friends, not far off. Send this telegram to her with your own hands. "I tried to spare you pain by keeping silence. She won't see you?of that I'm certain; so this is supposed to come from a friend of hers, asking her to be at the main park gate by 9 o'clock, on a life and death matter. It's quiet there?the gates close at dusk. Say nothing as to how you found out, and don't go near the house itself. Simply wait, and call here to-morrow to tell me. Old chap, it would be cruel to wish you luck!" Some word rose in Dan's throat, but it was not sound. He pressed the other's hands and went out. Almost unconsciously he dispatched the telegram. Nine o'clock! A thin powder of snow was falling. Past 9! He stood on there in the grip of the cold lethargy because there seemed nowhere to go?nothing more to live for. And then, Lottie! Over there, about to cross the white roadway, came the dear slight figure that had moved through his many dreams. He wnnf-orl tn loon fnrwnr/1 +n chnnt her name; he could only stand rigid. She had paused, looking around. Only the curb railing was between them. Then she had seen him, and given the thrilling little cry for which he waited. She realized! To her he was a ghost from a dead past. He could just make out the deathly whiteness of her face in the surrounding gloom. She had quivered back; she was going without a word?out of his life for ever! "Lottie! Lottie, dear hear me! One word?if j'ou ever loved me!" "Not one?no, not one!" She faltered it faintly, but with determination that went to his. heart. "Don't come near me?I am not worth it! It was not?not like you to stoop to such a trick with a weak woman!" "Hush! I won't move; I am not going to frighten you, dear! Only let me speak quietly; only tell me what it all means!" He stood motionless on his side of the iron railing. *She had changed?yes! There was something in her attitude tonight, in her chilling resolution, that he had never known in the old days. His Lottie!?yet not the Lottie who had clung to him and .bade him be strong and brave for her sake. "If you knew what I have suffered you would forgive me this," he said, imploringly quiet. "It's all a mist; I know nothing except that I have done nothing to-forfeit your love. I had your cruel letter and would not Deiieve it; l came DacK nome to ten you so. You never meant those words. Lottie, you can't?you won't ?say that you have given to some other man what you gave to me?all that I held precious in life. I worked for you out there; I waited, for your future's sake; I never will believe that you turned from me of your own accord, knowing that I prayed for you on my knees every night?that I " It quavered off. His effort had been made. He caught at the rail and put a hand to his eyes. She was looking down as if in deepest shame, but without a visible tremor. "It is too late," she said in the same faint, cold way. "I?I did not realize you would take it so to heart. There is no need to make a scene here; I am known, and?and I ought not to have been trapped1 by a trick like this. No, I can't tell you any more' than I wrote. I don't ask you to forgive me, but just to forget me. If you persist now, I?I must go still farther away and give up my work here. But if you're the man I think, you'll go back and find some better woman who will repay you for all. I dare not stop; I must say good-by." ? , "Good-by." The man's lips echoed it in a far-away whisper. His staring eyes saw nothing now. The lump in his throat could not be gulped back this time. Only once his hand wavered out, as if in hopes of touching hers, but the dear figure in gray had gone. Ten o'clock! A groping, haggard figure, he found himself back at the house where Archie Ferrars lived. In that front room the gaslight still burned, but no one-was there. He moved to and fro with simply the V* ^ ^ + r\ cov U.UI1 luca lliat liau vv WW.J "good-by" before he turned back to that lone life in the bush. All unconsciously it was that he took up a newspaper lying there; vaguely his strained eyes focused a blue-pencil mark around one paragraph. He read and reread as a child might have done: Successful male impersonators are legion; but it is rare, indeed, that we find the man who can don woman's garb, and don with it the graceful charm and femininity essentially exclusive to the tender sex. Mr. "Archie" Ferrars has evidently made a careful study and mastered the subtleties of a difficult role. Not a few among his appreciative audience v ? ' * * V *'" at the Ambigu last night were left skeptical as to the artist's real sex. Incidentally, we understand that any ! such doubts are dispelled by the fact j that Mr. Ferrars is shortly to be married to a charming lady who * # He heard a knocking at the hall door below. And then a voice?low, clear, sad. A woman's voice; the voice that had answered him not an hour ago?Lottie's .jXc: Here! He stumbled across. He had heard the maid answer that Mr. Ferrars was at home. He stood rooted, a hand to his forehead, staring out. Was it real? Should he wake presently in a sweat to nna nimseii still upon the ocean liner? For a door on that lower landing had opened, and Ferrars* pale, clear-cut face looked out. Ferrars, unconscious of his return to the house, had been in that other room all the while. And Ferrars had called anxiously down. "Miss Haynes, is it? Why, dear, what has brought you here? What is the matter? I was not well? I did not go to the rehearsal tonight. How strange you look! Come this way?sit down?tell me?you must!" Flat to the wall the listening man shuddered back as Ferrars leaped | up the stairs, sprang in, set the gas blazing, and reached out for a chair. "Xo?no!" It was the same dear voice, but trembling and somehow different; it went through Dan's I brain with a strange thrill. "I could not rest?I was going straight on to the theatre to find you." She paused. Framed there in the doorway so close she seemed to strain her hands together. I "He is back!" came her whisper. "He is back in England?in London! He was seen only this afternoon. He went to my old address, some one told me. He looked ill and troubled. No, no?let me think * * * Archie I can't?I can't be your wife yet. I think of him still?I must, whatever he has done, however faithless he may have been to me out there. You don't know; you couldn't understand a woman's heart. Oh, it would break if I thought he had come back to realize the love he had thrown away*?come back to find me another man's promised wife! J wrote that letter. Yes, you made me; but something told me that a true woman would have waited to know from his own lips that he had met a woman he loved better. I have lived in agony, and I wouldn't tell you you had won my promise when all seemed ,so dark and bitter." "Lottie!" It broke in* a moan from Dan's lips. "Lottie! He. is here! Yes; here for love of you!" He stood there, his shaking arms put out. All was silence. The cry in her throat seemed to be frozen. Ferrars, his friend, had reeled back, and cowered away as from a descending death-blow. Only his lips worked soundlessly as Dan Joyce hie copnnrl stpn his finirer wwa jl1 a hj mvwaau j - pointing, his voice suddenly strong and calm. "I know. ' I know now! What have you done? What' have you written, to blackdn my struggling life in her eyes? .What part was it you played to-night?you, the actor ?as the last vile resource of a man in extremity? The part that that paper says you play with such rare success?" There was no answer. He waited for none. He turned his voice going soft. "Lottie! The light has come ?heaven meant this to happen. An hour more and I should have lost you?lost you to this man who has sunk himself body and soul to win you away in my absence?this man who could veil himself in angel's uniform as a nurse?as your own self, to crush me with a lie! Tou never doubted me; you were blinded, as I was blinded to-night, by the genius of a villian." "You wrote!" came the weak 1 ? x a Uaw urectui iu lucll |jauoc. nci uim^u eyes looked past at a something too deep to be understood. "You wrote twice, saying that you wished to release me. I was crushed; I had no one to turn to. And yet?and yet ?oh, Dan'" "Come to me," he whispered. "It is all dawning now. I never wrote that. My real letters have not reached you. Look! He has played many parts, trusting that I should never come back in time; but tonight *he has played his last. Come to me, Lottie! Only believe, and love will bring the light." j Next moment he stood in the grip of a happiness that paid for all. I Two soft hands had framed his face; a slight breast heaved against his own; a trembling figure was locked within his arms, and he knew foi certainty that a woman's love, once given, can never be taken away. Id that sweet pause Ferrars had stolen from the room?perhaps from the house, but neither knew it. The dawn of truth, after that long dark ness, blotted out all else. Dan Joyce onmo into life l-infHniri , | J1<XU AUUV -- --- T Robert Halifax, in Tit-Bits. Ruined Hunting Countries. The "physical features" of a hunting country change in an extraordi nary manner. .Some districts whicl were considered first rate for th< purposes of sport, have been so com pletely spoiled by railways, wirefencing, and building and drainage that in spite of the "fashionable' character their retain, a stranger ii search of sport must be a simpleton t< go and hunt in them.?Country GeD tleman. There was no full moon in thi wliole of February, IS66. Accord ing to astronomers, this will not oc cur again until the year 2,499,962. ' ; \ / ? V w\ % . y. * 1 jPalmettoStateNews; ^ VVyy'VfVVVff < Using Georgia Garnishments. South Carolinians are availing themselves of the garnisheeing law of Georgia to the amount of thousands of dollars annually in the absence of a similar statute in this state. The practice is especially common in the case of the railroads and many cred- | ;<T?r<a nf pmr.Invps who are unable to i collect their claims in Charleston and other cities, put these claims in the hands of magistrates in Georgia and settlement is immediately had. It is a profitable business for the Georgia magistrates and the arrangement is satisfactory to the South Carolina creditors. * # * Charleston Immigrant Station. E. J. Watson, commissioner of the department of immigration of South Carolina, has cabled from Bremen that through his efforts the North German Llcyd Steamship company had decided to establish a South Atlantic immigration station at Charleston. together with a passenger and freight service. Mr. Watson stated further that the inauguration of the service was left to his discretion and would be put In effect immediately. This announcement means a great deal not only for South Carolina, but the entire south, and will, in part, relieve the congestion at the New York station. * * Atlanta Man Orator. W. S. Wier of Atlanta was the labor day orator at the celebration in Columbia. Mr. Wier is well known in the labor councils cf Columbia, and has been prominentiv identified with the labor movement for a number of years. He is a forceful and convincing speaker, quite magnetic and possesses a wide range of knowledge on labor matters and labor statistics. He is a member of the Atlanta Typographical Union. He has been labor day orator on many previous occasions, and has won quite a reputation as an orator. * * * Negro College President's Break. Thomas H. Amos, colored, president of Harbison college, a co-educational institution for negroes at Abbeville, supported by the northern Presbyterian church, was waited upon recently by citizens of Abbeville and requested to leave the town on account of languafe used in his commencement address. He said negro women had brought white women to the kitchens and hoped that they would scon bring them to the wash tub. Amos telegraphed from Baltimore that one of the directors would soon arrive in Abbeville to take charge of the institution. Tix-Speaker or tne House Frank B. Gary, a resident of Abbeville, is authority for the above statement. * * * Experienced in Military Affairs. Colonel J. C. Boyd, who was elected adjutant general of South Carolina, in the recent primary, by the handsomest majority ever given a candidate for that office, who had opposition, was bcrn in Selma, Ala., August 15, 1848. He served in the war between the states as a private in Co. 4, sixth Alabama cavalry, and later in Co. D, sixty-second Alabama infantry. He moved to Atlanta in 1867, and lived in that city until 1875. He was second lieutenant in the Governors Guard, the second military company formed in Atlanta after the war. He moved to Greenville in 1S75, and has made that city his home ever I since. Colonel Boyd has had a brilj liant military career in the civilian I soldiery of this state, and has done as much for the militia as any mau in it. His election to the highest military office in the gift of the people ^ is a just recognition of his services. ! Echoes of the Primary. | Farther reports of the vote in the | democratic primary show that Martin I F. Ausel of Greenville has slightly inI creased his lead for governor, with ! Richard I. Manuing of Sumter second. I Ibese two will make the second race. Out of 75.000 votes in a total of ! possibly 95,000 the vote for governor | is as follows: Ansel 31.978, Manning ! .18,807, Blease 12,951, Brunscn 7,310, j | Sioan 2,428, McMahan 1,811, A. C. Jones 707, Edwards 531. Complete re- j turns will not materially change these | figures. The race'for attorney general creat- : ed considerable interest because of j Senator Tillman's opposition to one of ! r-h/i /-onnmafps?j Fraser Lvon. In i U1W v?w ? r this race Lyon has a long lead over his two opponents, J. W. Ragsdaie, whom Senator Tillman favored for the office, and the incumbent, Colonel Le roy F. Youmans. * * * Decrease in Cotton Condition. The excessive rainfall, more or less general during the month of August, has caused material damage to the cotton in South Carolina. Rains have produced a superabundance of "weed'' to the detriment of proper fruition.^ Clay and undulating lands have not suffered as much as flat sand lands, but" in all places the excessive moisti ure has given impetus to grass growth ] and prevented proper or timely culti- ! ration with sweeps. Unless there is hot clear weather in the near future there is danger of cot- j : ton rotting in the bolls or producing j what is known as "blue'' cotton. Reports now coming in show a great de- | [ crease in condition, and it is believed j that condition of 73 per cent is a fair | estimate ot the crop at present, while in some counties the condition is reported as low as 48 per cent. Insects are bothersome in some secI tions, but the dreaded cicada, which i appears at periods of seven years, and | which affects only one county in this I state?Edgefield?has not yet appeared in sufficient numbers to do much j damage. The crop is ten to fifteen days J late. ? j * "Divine Healer" in Trouble. [ Baxter Hayes, the' seven-year-old child of Rev. and Mrs. R. B. Hayes, I died at the home of his aunt in Anderson, and the circumstances of the death have evolved a case somewhat sensational and yet pitiable. The boy came from his home in Toccoa, Ga., on a visit to his aunt, and son after hit arrival became ill. His aunt summoned a physiciaji, who, after examining the child, said that it was suffering from an abscess on the brain and that an operation would j perhaps be necessary in order to save its life. Mrs. Beams, the aunt, would not i consent for this without first consult! ing the parents of the child, so she I sent for these at once, and when I they came, soon had the facts before j them. Now, the child's father is a I traveling evangelist of the "faith healing" cult and his wife is a member of the same sect and they immediately protested against the operation and against any services from a physician whatsover. The case was reported to t the city authorities, and it was found 1 Inn* onV | lilill I1U Mcii '.lie ia? autnuii^^u uuj interference. Notwithstanding, Mayor McCully directed th? physician to go back and try to dq something for the suffering child, which was said to be in the throes of death. Whereupon, the physician was denied admittance by the believers in "divine healing," who continued to pray vociferously. Within a short time, the child died as. stated above, and the father was arrested, charged with homicide, great deal of interest is pending the outcome. MT. Hayes was later released on bond. WARSHIPS IN REVIEW. President Looks Upon Magnificent Array of Fighting Machines of the American Navy at Oyster Bay. A special from Oyster Bay says: Under skies that broke brilliantly blue before a westerly gale, which swept down Long Island Sound and blew out to sea, the clouds and tempestuous rain which in the morning threatened to immeasureably mar the spectacle, President Roosevelt Monday, within hailing. distance of his summer nome, reviewed tne most magnificent naval fieet ever assembled under the American flag. Forty-five of the most splendid types of fighting vessels afloat lay at ancbor In threa columns as the naval yacht Mayflower, which just a year ago, was written into history as the meeting ground of the peace plenipotentiaries I of Russia and Japan, passed up and I down the lanes, the president an applauding spectator on the bridge. The Mayflower's journey was made amid a continuous boom of saluting cannon, and gun after gun spoke the navy's honor to the commander-inchief of all America-s military forces President Roosevelt had as his guests on board the Mayflower the secretary of the navy and several other government officials, members of the senate and house committee on naval affairs and the naval attaches of eight of the powers of the world. There was something of an object les-; son in this gathering of a represent* tative array of the American navy, aimnf- /^no.thirU of thp fieUitinar fnrces being in the review. When the parade of the Mayflower was over and the president had looked with critical eye at each of the flagdressed vessels, his yacht came to anchor and he received on hoard the commanding officers of the fleet. Then followed a gala luncheon at which the officers, the government officials, the attaches, senators and congressmen were guests together with a number of the personal friends of the president. WIFE'S BLUFF IS CALLED. Gress Will Donate $5,000 to Charity if Charges Are Proved. G. V. Gress,' the well known Georgia lumberman, whose wife recently brought suit for divorce against him on statutory grounds, has issued a card to the public in defense of himself, in which he says: "Mrs. Mary N. Gress has for the third time brought suit against me for divorce. In her petition she charges me with rnfidelity, which charges heretofore in all cases have proven untrue. "Three years ago I published a card offering $5,000 donation to the orphans' home at Decatur, Ga., to any party who could prove mv infidelity Without perjury, and that offer is still standing good." j CHEERS FOR BRYAN "" Great Commoner Given Rousing Welcome i?..Gotham. ADDRESSED THOUSANDS Madison Square Garden Packed to Its Utmost by Enthusiastic Democrats. -Vi Bryan's Views on the Vital Issues of the Coming Campaign. * J V. Such a welcome as seldom in this country's history has been accorded to a private citizen was given 10 William Jennings Bryan at Madison Square Garden, New York, Thursday night, in the celebration. of hi* return from a year'e absence, spent in foreign travel. As the guest of the Commercial Travelers' Anti-Trust League, Mr. Bryan was greeted by mere than 20,000 persons, who filled the great structure from floor to upper gallery. At the same time the streets and avenues outside the garden were choked for blocks by other thousands who stood patiently for hours for the privilege of even a fleeting glance at the distinguished- visitor. When Mr. Bryan entered the hall the proceedings which already had _ been begun were brought to a tem! TTTKIIA tnr JJUICW \ nunc wi nituutes volley after volley of thunderous applause rolled through (the great building. When Chairman Tom L. Johnson in. his introduction of Mr. Bryan referred to the guest of the evening as "the first citizen, if not; the first official of the land?not yet ' the first official," and Mr. Bryan rose, the great gathering broke out in un- ; restrained cheering, while the band > played "Hail to the Chief!'' So touch- ; ed was Mr. Bryan by the welcome that -.V"' as be stood waiting for the cheers to subside his eyes filled with tears < and he strode nervously from side ^ to side of the narrow platform. When Mr. Bryan uttered his first words, "Mr. Chairman," there was tr?? ' ^ mendous applause. . "Ladies and gentlemen," he contln- <7^ ued, after three cheers for William J. Bryan had been called for and giv- . -r. en; "how'can I thank you for this 4 V?jj| welcome home? My heart would, be flint, irfdeed, if it were not touched ! ' hir vnnr demonstration. My heart would be ungrateful beyond measure.. , If It did not in return consecrate itself to your service." Following are the views of Mr. Bryan upon vital issues as set forth in v' .f his address: . Labor?The workingman's life, lib*' " erty and pursuit of happiness should ; be preserved. It is unjust to give employers absolute control over em- . ' -$? ployees. Differences should be settled by arbitration. Tariff?Protective tariff has been ' fruitful source of political corruption. Free trade, optional in its details -i; with the president, could' be made '% the most effective weapon with which to fight the trusts. , Money?Mr. Bryan declares that the . r) unlooked for and unprecedented increase in the production of gold haa enabled the democratic party to present a united front on the money f i question. Trusts?'Merciless war on trusts Is recommended to the democrats. Corruption in insurance companies and other corporations is dwelt upon. The democrats should refuse campaign contributions from corporations. Socialism?Socialism presents a consistent theory, but does not take hu man nature into account It would > substitute a new disease for the disi ease from which we suffer. Socialism must be answered with argument, not abuse. Injunction?Government by injunction is an attack upon the jury system and should be opposed. The In- " junction should be supplanted by arbitration. Next Issue ? Paramount Issue in ; next presidential campaign will concern trusts and their control. Democrats' motto must be "A private monopoly is indefensible and intolerable." Provision must be made to imprison, not merely fine, law-breaking capitalists. Arbitration?Mr. Bryan urges that ' the United States, in common witu ail other nations, should, before de- > claring war, submit all international .y: differences to impartial arbitration. Eight-Hoar Eay?in the interest cf -v humanity, the development of the home life and love of family and the progress of the human race, the eight - ?* -i hour working day snouia oe universally adopted. V. ^ Anti-Imperialism ? Mr. Bryan de- V Clares United States' experiment In 5 colonialism has exposed to ridicule the [i declaration of independence. He urges home rule for the Filipinos. THE ONE DISCORDANT NOTE ! 4 Uttered Ey Bryan ?.Vas Government Ownership 01 Railroads. . . Mi*. Brvan's re-espousal of govern* . J ! meat ownership of railroads promises tc* fill the democratic outlook with complexities. Southern democrats returning from New York continue to shy at th it ieature of his speech, but seme of them think he will not run amuck wit.i it. .