ARIZONA SMITH IN CONGRESS r '"'. - , ii ' A shout of joy went up all over Washington when It was known that Mark Smith was coming back. Jt'or twenty-two years, barring a couple ol terms when the Territory of Arizona had the bad taste not to re-elect him, he was one of the landmarks of Washington. Wash-ington. And when he took his seat In the senate every member knew it would not take him long to make Arizona Ari-zona a power in that body, for his position in Washington has long been established. A territorial delegate occupies the position of a small boy, who must be seen and not heard. Mark Smith was the sole exception. He ranked with Amos J. Cummlngs and Private John A. Allen, and his cloakroom stories were classics. Tall, grizzled, red-raced, red-raced, with a big gray mustache and a kindly drawl, an unquenchable sense of humor, the delegate was a better-known and more familiar figure than many a senator. Hut he was no mere Rialto figure. His ability was everywhere acknowl- edged and respected, and when the interests of his territory were Involved The genial, drawling, story-telling tongue turned into an engine of war. Smith never assumed the deferential attitude which territorial delegates, without a vote and generally without a voice, have to take toward the house. He bearded beard-ed the then omnipotent speaker and reduced the generally imperturbable Cannon to a palpitating and crimson heap of impotent rage. He was a master mas-ter of invective, though policy usually obliged him to keep to his role of the 3ab.n Allen of Arizona.