“You did _that_!” shouted Senator Battle suddenly. “I want to say now,” the Senator from Stackpole continued, “that at that time I hadn't studied the subject sufficiently. I didn't know the conditions of the case, nor the facts, but since then a great light has broke in upon me--” “I should say it had! I saw it break!” was Senator Battle's second violent interruption. When order was restored, Alonzo, who had become very pale, summoned his voice again. “I think we'd ought to take into consideration that Sunday is the working-man's only day of recreation and not drive him into low groggeries, but give him a chance in the open air to indulge his love of wholesome sport--” “Such as the ancient Romans enjoyed!” interposed Battle vindictively. “No, sir!” Alonzo wheeled upon him, stung to the quick. “Such a sport as free-born Americans and _only_ free-born Americans can play in this, wide world--the American game of baseball, in which no other nation of the _Earth_ is our equal!” This was a point scored and the cheering lasted two minutes. Then the orator resumed: “I say: 'Give the working-man a chance!' Is his life a happy one? You know it ain't! Give him his one day. _Don't_ spoil it for him with your laws--he's only got one! I'm not goin' to take up any more of your time, but if there's anybody here who thinks my well-considered opinion worth following I say: '_Vote for this bill_.' It is right and virtuous and ennobling, and it ought to be passed! I say: '_Vote for it_.'” The reporters decided that the Senator from Stackpole had “wakened things up.” The gavel rapped a long time before the chamber quieted down, and when it did, Josephus Battle was on his feet and had obtained the recognition of the chair.