The aisles were cleared and delegates were obliged to find their seats before the unknown gentleman from Pulaski was allowed to proceed.

Even the War Eagle had received no such consideration.

The gentleman from Pulaski calmly waited for a completer silence than the day had known.

Ten men in the hall knew what was coming--not more; Miss Rose Farrell had typed ten copies of the memorandum which Harwood held in his hand! The gentleman from Pulaski did not after all refer to his manuscript; he spoke in a high, penetrating voice that reached the farthest corner of the hall, reciting from memory:-- "Be it resolved by this convention that, whereas two years hence it will be the privilege and duty of the Indiana Democracy to elect a United States Senator to fill the seat now occupied by a Republican, we, the delegates here assembled, do hereby pledge the party's support for the office of Senator in Congress to the Honorable Edward G.Thatcher, of Marion County." There was a moment's awed calm before the storm broke; Thatcher rose in his seat to look at the strange gentleman from Pulaski who had thus flung his name into the arena.

Thatcher men rose and clamored blindly for recognition, without the faintest idea of what they should do if haply the cold eye of the chairman fell upon them.