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GIBSON AND APPLING. Mr. Watson will speak at Gibson, October 3, and at Appling Octo ber 4. CLEI ELAND’S FORCE BILL. Exeuctive Mansion-, ) Washington, d. c , Oct ]BBB> J- Hon. A. H. Garland, Attorney General- Dear Sir: Lou are hereby re quested to take general charge and direction of the execution 'of the statutes of the United States touch ing the appointments of supervisors of elections, and special deputy mar shals, and the performance of their duties, and their compensation, so far as these subjects are by the con stitution and laws under the super a ision and control of the executive branch of the government. Yours truly, Signed, Grover Cleveland. Department of Justice, ) Washington, D. C., 1888. f Wils °n, United States Marshal. Nashville, Tenn.: Sir: In pursuance of a letter of the sth instant, from the President, directing the Attorney-General to take charge of the “appointment of special DEPUTY marshals, the per formance of their duties and their compensation, together with the com pensation of supervisors,” at the Congressional election in November next, your attention is directed to the provisions of titles 24 and 26, chapter 7, title 70, of the revised statutes. Under section 2,022 and 2,024, revised statutes, you have power to keep the peace, protect supervisors, preserve order, prevent frauds and enforce the law in towns of twenty thousand inhabitants and upwards. You should make yourself familiar with the statutes referred to and see that they are understood by your deputies, who should be discreet men, impressed with the importance of an honest franchise. The manner of discharging these duties by yourself and your deputies is largely left to your discretion. In matters involving questions of law you are directed to consult the At torney of the United States for your district for needed information and advice. It is assumed that the du ties can be performed without in fringing upon the rights of any citi zen in a manner that shall be firm and at the same time free from an unnecessary display of authority. It is not expected that supervisors and deputy marshals will receive compensation for more than live days’ service, and they should be so informed. Within this time ail can be done, it is thought, that ought to be. You need vigilant men, who ARE CONSCIENTIOUS WORKERS, AND NO OTHERS. Before payment each deputy and supervisor will present to you his commission, oath, and badge of office, with an affidavit that he is the per son to whom the commission was issued, that he performed the days’ service as charged, which will be annexed by you to the pay roll as vouchers for its adjustment. The same facts should also be known to you through other means. Upon payment being completed these accounts should be approved by the court and forwarded to this department for action under the executive order mentioned. Very respectfully, A. H. Garland, Attorney-General. These instructions were carried out in the fashionable and Democratic city of Nashville. The People in Georgia may be forced to depend upon the same law, yet in force. This is the natural result of such elections as were held in Alabama and Arkansas. Let the people and the politicians remember that Cleve land’s Attorney-General enforced a federal election law, and it is not treason to have Harrison do the same. Atlanta is Not a Clean City. As the laboring class have no or gan of their own in Atlanta and as it is simply impossible for a laboring m m to get an article of any kind inserted in either of the Democratic papers published here, I sent this for publication. Atlanta is not a clean city. Dead rats, dead cits,’ and decaying rub bish of all kinds can be found in alleys everywhere. Some of the water closets are positive pest holes, and some of the cellars reek with tilth and noxous vapors. Then tliv city water is not fit to drink. It is the nastiest water to be found in the South. One good drink of it is enough to give any one the cholera. Are we always to be cursed with such filthy water which is not even lit for cooking purposes? Whenever the authorities give us pure water; when they clean up all the alleys and scatter a few thous and bushels of lime in the alleys, the cellars and in the gutters ot all the public streets, then it will be time for the papers to say that this is a thoroughly clean city. The business streets are clean, but the byways want looking after. And besides, how can we have good health here with such foul drinking -water? A Laboring Man. There -were about one-hundred voters out to hear Messrs. Moses and Adamson at Villa Rica Saturday the 17th inst. Os this number about thirty were People’s party men. The people are growing tired of the lame old story. PEOPLE’S PARTY PAPER, ATLANTA, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 23, 1892. AT AUGUSTA. [continued from third page.] is my home. Let me say to you! Let me say. to you, my friends!- I would not achieve success by any unfair methods. (More howls of rage, and the beholder could read malice in a thousand eyes.) Let me tell you, my friends. (Continued howling, chiefly confined to the well dressed element, particularly on the stage.) Let me say to you, my friends ! Let me tell you, you may try me too far ! You may drive me a good deal further than you think! You may drive me a good deal further than I would like to go with out extraordinary provocation. (Faces around the speaker began to take on a serious aspect at these ominous words, but those away as much as ten yards could not hear the words, and the uproar, for a moment, increased, if anything.) I may as well be plain with my own friends, and I repeat, with emphasis, that you may drive me a good deal fur ther than you think. This is my home, and Mr. Watson bears the hononored name of guest. I say, once for all, I insist that you give him a patient and respectful hearing. (Perhaps the occupants of the stage and the surrounding benQhes where Mr. Black’s friends were thickest, howled themselves hoarse ; perchance they became ashamed of their own ungentlemanly behavior; it may be that they saw a covert threat to wash his hands of such vile scum, but, whatever was the cause, several made an honest effort to re store order, and they partially suc ceeded in three quarters of an hour after Mr. Black had finished.) Mr. Watson. If you all be quiet a moment I will give you a black board exercise. (Laughter.) I will come over to Mr. Black’s side of the stage, because I want to be nearest to Mr. Black’s friends. I am per fectly certain that a Georgian, speaking in Georgia for his party, for his honor, which is dearer than life, will never speak in vain, wheth er he be for Black or not. Now, this is a business matter that con cerns you ill, and I want you al!to hear it, if you will take your minds for a moment off the questions con cerning the campaign. It is a mat ter that every man alike, white and black. (At this point the nice young men who smake cigarettes and stand around the street corners, set up an unearthly yell, and pandemonium reigned supreme for full three minutes more.) Mr. Watson. Boys, you may as well be quiet. You may as well take your medicine, for I am going to be heard, as sure as you live. I have not got to leave here before the fast train in the morning, and I am go ing to stay here in my tracks and be heard. Do you understand that? (Great applause mingled with idiotic yawping.) Mr. Black. Listen boys, listen. lam going to stay with him until morning when the fast train goes. We have agreed at least on one thing, and that is that he shall be heard. Now boys, in the name of good order, in the name of right and justice, let us be quiet, and let Mr. Watson proceed. Mr. Watson. Ladies and fellow citizens: I will now come to a mat ter of some interest to everybody who likes to understand how Gov ernmental affairs are managed; how your money is spent; how the pres ent campaign is being conducted, and whether you are fairly treated by your public officials. A voice. What about the Corbin bank, Tom? (Stamping and yawp ing.) Mr. Watson. Don’t you forget for one moment that I will come to personal matters directly. But, fel low citizens, before doing that I want to discuss this circular. Hold ing it aloft. It is a cireular put out by the Democratic campaign commit tee. It is illustrated by the picture of a very respectable looking colored man. A voice. Hurrah for Black. Skin ’em Mr. Black. Mr. Watson. Now, that is un fortunate for you, if you think you can afford to identify this colored man with Mr. Black. Now listen and see where y’ou are putting your candidate. (Cheering.) Now, I want the colored people especially to listen to this. (Reads.) Congressman Tom Watson defeats a a worthy colored man's claim in Con gress. Read what tho Rev. Chas. L. Bradwell says: “As a constituent of Hon. L. Livingston, member of Con gress from the Fifth District, I make the following statement. Mr. Livingston had in charge for me a claim against the government, which was regarded as just and equitable by the Senators and members of Congress from Georgia.” A voice. Can’t you read, Tom? (Loud guffarrs.) Mr. V atson. Now listen. I want to say this, if there is anything that hurts a Democrat it is a little chunk of truth. But hurt as it may, you must hear this circular or get out. (Reading continued.) (Some men on the stage at this point, began a new system of annoy ance. Canes and chairs were brought into requisition to drown the speaker's voice, and the most infernal din was kept up for about one minute.) Mr. Watson (addressing himself'to the colored people). You see that they are afraid to let me explain this to you people. You may as well lis ten, for I am going to make this speech to-night. You must hear, and the poorest white man, the poor est colored man in this assemblage to-night is going to have an oppor tunity. (Cheering and jeering, com bined with the stage blackguards keeping up a general conversation.) You do yourselves great injustice, fellow-citizens, when you deny your congressman, for I am your congress man, the same right that is accorded to the humblest citizen. Voices. ’Rah for Black! You haint my congressman. The Chairman. Fellow-citizens, under the rules governing the debate Mr. Watson is entitled to an hour and a half, and I am going to try to let him have it. The speaking will not proceed until we have order. A voice. It is the niggers. ’Rah for Black. I hardly think it is our colored citizens. A colored man on the sides. ’Deed, boss, it hain’t us. Mr. Black. My friends, I make one more appeal to you. If you knew, oh, if you but knew how you are wounding me, no friend of mine would proceed in this disorderly manner. I ask my friends here who do not desire to hear Mr. Watson, to retire from the building. You are doing me an injustice, you are doing your cause an injustice, you are do ing an injustice to yourselves. A voice (from a man who was con spicuous all through in unseemly con duct, and thumping the stage with a chair, putting two hands to his mouth like a trumpet). Major, it is Wat son’s nigger friends. He’s afraid to meet you, and got them up to keep him from speaking, to have an ex cuse to quit. Other voices: You know that’s a lie; we are going to vote for him any how. Mr. Watson. My fellow-citizens. I cannot entertain the thought with any seriousness .that any considerable body of citizens of Richmond county w r ould want to deny me a hearing after Mr. Black has had his hour. That would not be fair; that would not be right. As a matter of course I cannot be heard unless there is more quiet than now. I am forced to believe that a large majority came here to hear the debate. I must be lieve that nearly every Democrat | here is willing to hear me in reply. ( Now, notwithstanding your conduct, | I am in the utmost good humor. | Major Black has attacked my record, j and while he has done so he has i planted every blow above the belt,'’ and why I should not be heard in | my own behalf is beyond my com prehension unless it is that you fear the result. There is no reason why, people’s passions should carry them away on this occasion. Let me say this to you, we have had three de bates in the country and we were both listened to with respect. Now, you do not want it to go abroad that you would not hear me after my friends listened to Major Black. You do not want your newspapers to send it forth to the world that you were afraid to risk your candidate answered by me after he had his say. That report must go out if this does not cease, for everyone must see that there is a determined effort to keep me from being heard. (At this point a gentleman ad vanced to the front of the stage with a beautiful basket of flowers for Mr. Watson, and it acted on the unruly very much like a red rag on a bull. Umbrellas were raised and swung, to the great danger of those in proximity, and the stage resounded with the thumping of chairs.) Mr. Watson. I tell you, the more of that you do, the more of these flowers I am going to get. (Laughter.) [Note —Another scene of confusion followed, lasting several minutes and your i eporter had an opportunity to examine the basket of flowers. A gentleman whispered in mv ear: “That is from a 4ady member of Mr. Black’s church.” I examined the card, and read: “With compliments of Mrs. W. C. Chapman, to Hon. Tom Watson.”] Mr. Watson. Not only that, but if you keep this up many warm-heart ed right thinking people will lose re spect for you and your party. [A wreath of roses was forwarded to the stage, at this point, and another scene of . confusion ensued.] Mr. Watson. If you do not keep order I will have every flower in Richmond County. A voice. That is all you will have. Mr. W atson. If there is anything recognized as Jeffersonian Demo cracy, it is free speech and a free press. You ceriainly are not giving me free speech to-night. [A scene of disorder equal to the worst broke out at this point. Mr. Watson folded his arms and silently surveyed the scene, a calm smile of contempt overspreading his features. Said a gentleman to my left, in re ply to some one who observed that Watson’s friends were making as much noise as any others: “No; they are Black’s friends trying to howl him down. I ain’t a Watson man myself but this is an outrage; I be lieve in fair play. lam opposed to this kind of outrage.” “You had better” said the other, “go and join Watson.” “I am not sure but I will,” said he, “if this keeps üb.” “By G—d, you can if you want to,” said the other. HON. PAT WALSH ASHAMED. At this point Hon. Pat Walsh got the ear of the audience, and succeed ed in’doing what Mr. Black failed to do, namely: to get a respectful hear ing. He said: “I tell you, men of Augusta, that this is not to your credit. There is a stranger here before you waiting for a patient hearing, and you should be silent and hear him for his cause. If you are not silent, it will be a rt flection upon the hospitality and the liberality of the people of this city. Mr. Watson is here by. reason of a fair and honorable agreement on the part of the representative of the Democratic Party, and the represent ative of the Third Party. Now my fellow citizens, if Mr. Watson is not heard to-night, it will be used, although it ought not to be used, to the discredit of our standard bearer, and all because •the people of Augusta will not give to Mr. Watson a silent and a respectful hearing. Voices. That is right! That is right! That is right. Mr. Walsh. I appeal to you fellow Democrats, if you love your party, if you love your standard bearer, if you love fair play, if you love justice, to give Mr. Watson a calm, fair and patient hearing.” • Voices. We will! That’s right. Go on Mr. Watson. Mr. W alsh. Now I appeal, also, to Mr. M atson’s friends to keep quiet and hear him, just as I have appealed to the Democrats to hear him. And I say to you all that it will be a dis grace to the city of Augusta if Mr. Watson goes from this hall to-night without a patient hearing. Mr. Watson. (With indignation welling in his throat.) The idea tnat any one has to ask a hearing for me in the city of Augusta. There is not a brick in your streets that I have not trod with my weary feet when I was a poor and homeless bov, asking for work. There is no street in your city that has not seen my mother, a Richmond County girl, blood of your blood, bone of your bone, flesh of your flesh, as she hon estly and industriously made her liv ing here with her needle in the.years of her youth; and the idea of any body having to ask for a hearing for me—asking that I should have° fair play here in Richmond County, arous es my just indignation. (Loud and long continued applause. The hood lums seem, for the time being, to be shamed into silence.) I ask no favors; except those favors which honorable foes always are willing to give. I ask no mercy; except that mercy, if you please, which always grants a fair tight among honorable brave men, and not the cowardly attempt of many men to stifle the voice of one man. For some time I am yet the Congressman of the tenth Con gressional District. For some time I am yet your representative, and your servant. In the past, I have faced your enemies; fought your battles, with nothing, to sustain me except a consciousness of rectitude. Manymorbes. True! True! True! Godpuppt- Tom, we are going to ' They |; I gerproice. You will never gejf tha*- * (ummy, boy. •is poi. theon. Now, my friend, you- and rioing at a conclusion. We are Lg-the arrive ».t truth. Do you want the truth? or do you want blind? < Do not make up yquon. igfbefore you go into the jury b Ise, you cannot give a fair verdiaover. • you? Nxd I wi\)w citizens, I am going to <?dMo vthese issues fairly, fully, hidroppj. thing. It matters little to motion of tr I go away from her® wiu ajour’ approval, so far as your votes are concerned. It is manifestly of more importance to me that I go away with your respect. If you see that I acted, from my standpoint, conscientously, then acknowledge it like men. Here are farmers and me chanics, business men and laboring men, rich men and poor men; here are ladies, little children, boys and girls; country people and town peo ple; do you want to hear these things? Cries of. Yes, yes, yes. Mr. Watson. Now r , I wanted to take your minds off these exciting topics until I could catch the car of your understanding. I saw that tiiis .was an excitable crowd where per sonal collisions might occur, and no true leader, or true man, wants to see the lives of his fellow citizens put in jeapardy. My God! I do not want any man’s lite put in danger, much less to see the cause I represent stained with any man’s blood. Now, if you listen, you may go away differing with me, but there is not a man who will not, if he gives his mind unshackled by prejudice, see that I acted fairly, fearlessly and honestly, and did it, too, at the risk of my political future. Why over here at Crawfordsville, the other day, Mr. Black said that if I had stayed within the ranks of the Democratic party that my election was sure; that nobody would dare to contest my claims in this district. Don’t you .suppose that I knew that as well as Mr. Black? That I knew my interests as well as he; that when I stepped outside the ranks, I knew those inter ests had to be combated for at the risk of my future ? Don’t you know that no man would have trod the fiery furnace of slander, and hatred, and malice, without for a moment having a trembling lip, or a qualing eye, without a consciousness of right? Do you suppose I could have done it without being sustained with the deepest conviction of right ? Let no rpan think it or impute to me motives dishonorable! I tell you to-night that the highest test of endurance and fortitude is for a man to cast away his party and fight his prin ciples irrespective of party. [Some of the parties on the stage made a faint effort to precipitate another scene of confusion, but were frowned dowm by the few immediately around Mr. Black. They contented themselves bv keeping up a senseless jabbering, to the disgust of every gentleman of what party -soever.] Mr. Watson. The great trouble with my friend, Mr. Black, in these debates, is that he does not read the records. He flung into your teeth, laboring men of Augusta, that our platform offers you nothing, forgetful of the fact that Powderly and your representatives met the farmers of the country at St. Louis, and swore breast to breast and face to face that these would tight for the principles ir repective of party. (Loud applause and cheers called for both gentle men.) Ah, I know quite well what was in his mind. The great trouble, in the past, with labor movements had been that there had been a divi sion between the laborers and pro ducers of the country, and the lab orers and producers of the city. (Hissing from the dude element, and angry cries from the honest Workers.) And our leaders knew quite well that there could be no permanent party of success unless the laborer and pro ducer could be brought to see that their interests were the same; and after a great deal of preparation in St. Louis, you all know that those three other planks were inserted. The three planks that Mr. Black most strenuously repudiates, and they were always insisted on by the Knights of Labor. (Great applause.) And one of those planks which was in your platform, and which Mr. Black so strongly condemns, was that the government should own and operate the railroads. Now, do you not think that it was perfectly right and legitimate that I should point out that he was alligned with rail roads ? Voices. Yes, certainly; and snarls of: Naw ! Naw ! Rats, rats ! Mr. Watson. Ido not mean by that to detract from Mr. Black’s per sonal integrity, but I do mean to say that Mr. Black, as attorney for the Central Railroad, is not m a position to give these questions the calm can did attention, with your interests in view as I am. Cries of That’s so, Tom; hurrah for Tom Watson. Mr. Watson*. He says that my friend, Joseph B. Cumming, was the man that introduced the resolution putting me in nomination. Did you pay attention tojthat? He read: “There being no other candidate.” Did you notice that ? A voice. That is right. (Cheers.) Mr. Watson. He said: “There being no other candidate.” No man in this assembly honors Joseph B. Cumming more than I do. Nothing that I say is to be construed into per sonal disrespect to him any more than to my friend Mr. Black, but you all know that I owe nothing on the face of the earth to Major Cumming in my congressional race. You all know that I owe nothing to Major Black. You all know that I owe nothing to the Augusta politicians generally, in my political race. Voices. That is right, Tommie, my boy; we all know that. Bless your soul, we put you there. Mr. Watson. Yes; it was the farmers of this country; it was the artisans of this country; it was the laborers of this country that put me into Congress. My friend Mr. Biack said, in his speech at Crawfordsville, that if I had remained in the demo cratic party there would be no man in the tenth district that would dare raise his head to contest my claim. A voice. ’ ’Rah for Black. You’ll have to stay at home, Tommie. (Jeering and leering, defiance and retort from Mr. Watson’s friends.) Mr. Watson. Why, you are get ting touchous again? Yes, they try to side-track me, but I took my com mission from the people (addressing himself to the audience on the right and left); I took my commission from you, and I have kept the faith. I took my commision from the people, and I appeal to the people. Cries of: Good, good. Mr. Watson. I appealed from the court house cliques to the farmers, to the laborers, to the artisans of the villages, the towns, the cities and the country at large. I appealed from the rings, the political and nev r paper rings of Atlanta and Augusta, to tl\e great heart of the people, and took their banner in my hand, and in season and out of season, to the neglect of my own business, fought their battles, and I appeal to you now, and not to the political ring sters of Atlanta or the rowdies of Augusta. (Tremendous applause.) Fellow citizens, if I had simply and solely stated that I would take the democratic banner, regardless of principle, and stick to the party through thick and thin;-if I had dis carded. principle and adhered to that policy, I would be at home to-night a private citizen, and Major Barnes would have been the representative in Congress, because the Augusta ring does not love Mr. Black much more than it loves me. A voice. That is a center shot. Hurrah for Watson. Mr. Watson. Yes, you all know that that is the truth. There is not a man back of him to-night, pushing him forward to defeat, who would not have kept him back two years ago, and glory in the fact that he could do it. Voices. Right. Right. Right you are. Oh, we all know that, Tom. Mr. Watson. When I was running for Congress Several voices (on the stage). Traitor, traitor, traitor. What about the Corbin Bank, Tommie? What about the Corbin Bank? Sold out; sold out; sold out. ’Rah for Black. ’Rah for Black. [Dante’s Inferno, in its most hid eous aspect, 'was duplicated here. At least two hundred men rose upon the stage, picked up their chairs and thumped and thumped and thumped for at least five minutes. Malice seemed to gleam in hundreds of eyes, while the speaker stood with a smile surveying the scene and calmly view- ing the infuriated mob of howling demons. His closing words were drowned and he evidently thought your reporter had them, for he con tinued.] Mr. Watson. When he was run ning for Congress against the Hon. Seaborn Reese, I was his supporter as under the same circumstances I would be [the confusion increas- ed and your reporter could not catch the concluding words*] When he was running for the Senate against the Hon. A. H. Colquitt I was his sup porter, and would be the same again. But what support did the Augusta ring give him ? Voices.-Right; right; right. We know all about that Tommie. [The third laugh.] Mr. Watson. Where did you hold the indignation meeting, boys ? Voices. Ha! Ha! Ha! You’re getting there Tommie. Good bye, Jimmie. Mr. Watson. Listen boys; listen now. I stood, by him in that fight, and there is not a word in that nom inating speech I cannot stand by to night. A voice. We rememeer the ban ner, Mr. Watson. We will get the banner. Another voice. And the flowers. Mr. Watson. Yes and the flowers; and before I get throngh carrying that banner, the sunlight of God’s victory will carry it [The confusion commenced anew, and the speaker’s voice wag again drowned. It was impossible to get the conclusion of his sentence, al though your reporter was within two feet of the speaker.] Mr. Watson. He speaks to you about my going into collusion with Jerry Simpson and other great lead ers of the People’s party in the North and West, and asks, who are these men fighting to-day ? Cries of right, right, right, and rats, rats, rats ! ’Rah for Black! answered by defiant shouts from Mr. Watson’s followers. Mr. Watson. No, it is not rats; it is the truth, boys, and the Demo crats are hopelessly lost when they cannot see the difference between old fashioned truth and new fashioned “Rats.” (Great applause.) Who took Kansas from the ranks of the Repub lican party? Can you tell me tnat? A voice, Rats. Mr. Watson. Yes, if that is a sample of your Democratic intelli gence it is no Wonder your leaders are crying out “Where am I at?” Why, it was Jerry Simpson and his friends and other men of his ilk who made inroads on the Republican stronghold, and that is the reason that so many districts are now rep resented by representatives of the People’s Party. Cries of, Rats; rats ; rats. Tell ua about the Corbin bank ? Mr. Watson. Oh, don’t get tired . so quick. Whenever you hit a Demo crat between the eyes with the truth he has no more sense than to cry out “rats; rats.” Who put John J. Ingalls out of the Senate ? He was kept there for years. Why ? Simply because he was so good at skinning a rebel. (Great laughter and ap. plause.) It was this same much-de spised People’s Party that hurled him out of his seat in the Senate. Voices. Rats, Tommie; rats. Go home, Tommie ; go home, Tommie ; go to see Mrs. Lease. Bah; bah; bah. Mr. Watson. Don’t you know bud die (addressing one of the rats) that the Democrats of Kansas adopted the People’s Party platform, and to day are givingjerry Simpson their en dorsement for Congress ? Now why don’t you say “rats ; rats ?” Voices. Yes, rats; rats; rats. Mr. Watson. (Turning to Mr. " Black) your candidate will not say rats, rats. He knows better. At one of the grandest conventions ever held in Kansas—the State conven tion—the People’s Party put in nomination for congressman at large, Major Harris, a one-legged Confed erate soldier who had been a Demo crat all his life, and was from the South. Voices. Good-bye, rats; farewell, rats. Mr. Watson,. Now, let us go to something else.. I want to call at tention to one fact, and that is that while the Democrats cursed my book until the air was blue with profanity; while they cursed until the blasphemy took on all the hues of the rainbow, there is not a single statement they complained of that was not the truth. In these very items which were read out by Mr. Black, what did he gain? Did he question the truth of the assertion ? No, he simply questioned the propriety of making it. He did not question the truth, but said that it was bad taste in me to say that some of the Democratic leaders were rascals. Cries of Backslider! Backslider j [Murmurs of indignation from some and shame from others.] Mr. Watson. My friends, this does not disturb me in the least. I have characterized these men before. All honorable men know how fairly I characterized them. I am an swered with “traitor,” and accusa tions of treachery. Now, here in the presence of these ladies and honorable men, I submit that if any man accuses me of treachery, that Major Black is the man to bring the charge. Let Mr. Black put the in dictment in his own language. He says that I denounced Calvin Brice the very man who was the chairman ' of the Democratic national executive committee before I was elected. I'es. And before I was elected I went down into the Market hall of this very city and denounced him in the same terms, if not in the very same 5