THE ANtlWER.
The ffh«Mt or my old self I miw to night,
Into its rwtc »‘<r «\vea mine looked with frfsht,
80 stern they flowed. “Hotiold thy wasted
youth.
The frightfu! *reok thou'tft made or f.iitli usd
truth!
Ah turn not yet rvt.iv, look well: oatut boustf
And I “The promises I curly m itlc
To thee I tried to keep with none to aid,
' fiS*nrc *n H»y own str.jnfth I mount to he,
y ■, Which only weakuoss wan Ah, pity me.
Compassion Uuv'u, not an.;er, eenMe jrhoftt!"
-May W. Dutman
BLIND JUSTICE.
i;' ■ BY IIKI.ISN II- MATHKKs.
, CHAI’TKU IX—CoNTiNTKt.,
It. was tho last straw. With a
furious oath tho Styrlaa stumped his
foot and battered with his clenched
fists on the door till a jailer came.
Cursing, he strode over the thresh
old, and groping his way as one
blind got free out of the jail, but
quickly as I followed. I could not
oome up with him /nor did I see him
again that day.
CHAPTER X.
Wandering from elifT to cliff aim- ]
lossly as my thoughts wont beating 1
hither and thither, ray most abiding
?;'■ sensation was one of anger against
Judith for lior impolitic conduct.
■ She might surely have temporized,
with the Styrian, havo led him on at.
Bo hurt to herself, till she had wiled
from him some hint or clue to liis
secret, but instead of this she had
deliberately maddened him by hor
passionately displayed love for
.Stephen, and so ilung away hor last
chance.
And yot, when at nightlall I re
turned to find the hut still empty, I
decided that ho had gone hack to his
own country as suddenly as ho had
loft it, und bitterly out of heart I sat
down by the cold hearth thinking of
the hopes that had sprung in mo so
lately as that morning.
Something, too, of Judith’s doubts
In this man’s power to save hor as
sailed mo uow; after all, might ho not
have been affecting a knowledge that
he had not, solely to obtain a sight
of tho woman he so passionatoly
coveted?
Ho might have boon, but l folt
convinced that he was not. And a
sense of tattled fury filled mo at tho
thought of him, on his way back to
Styria, carrying tho undivulged
secret,that would have made tho two
most miserable people alivo tho hap
piest, while from mo would havo
been lifted an intolerable burden
thut would haunt mo to my life’s ond.
Judge, then, of my joy when at
dusk I heard the latch'lifted, and
saw standing in the aperture of the
door a tail shape, whose dishevelled
hair and muddy clothes boro witness
to the violence of the physical and
mental exercise that had raoked it,
and whon the haggard wretch sank
Into the corner before me; I could
almost (in the sudden relief his re
turn had afforded mo) have found it
In ray heart to pity him.
Rut 1 gave no sign of such weak
ness, and went on smoking my pipe
as though he were not present, and,
while I did eo, resolved upon my plan
of action.
Presently I rose, knocked tho
ashes out of my pipe, and going up
stairs collected a few nocessaries i j
had there, put them in a portman
teau, and bringing it down proccoded
to add certain other trifles that wore
lying about, then fostoned it. ana
;1. placed it ready by tho door with my
overcoat and rug, then resumed my
seat opposite the Styrian and spoke.
‘•I am going away,” I said, “but
you are at liberty to use this place
* as long as you pleaso. Jake will
bring you all that you require. ”
Worn out as he was, the Styrian’s
eyes pierced mo a9 he said,
“Why are you going?”
I shrugged my shoulders.
“Why should I stay ?” I said, “I
have neither the wish nor the hoart
,. 7 to see a woman hanged for a crime
that she did not commit, a woman
whom a word too from you would
save."
Tho .Styrian laughed harshly.
••Is your blood so cold in your
ft country?” he said, “do you always
ft throw the women you love into tho
arms of other men? Living, she
would be his; dead, she is as much
mine as his.”
“Not so." I cried, “since you havo
possessed neither her hoart nor her.
lio home, go home to your own coun
try and hold up your head there if
you can with the momory forever
with you of the coward’s doed you
havo done over here. ”
"It is l who havo beon deceived,”
s cried the Styrian with heaving breast,
“I came honorably to make her my
f . wife, only to find that I was be-fooled
by a scoundrel whom I had housed
|ft and fed when he was destitute, whom
I taught and enriched till ho had al
most forgotten his former miserable
estate, and who rewarded me as vou
know. ”
“W liat he did is no business of
h?rs.” I said, looking him full in the
face with bitter oontempt. “and all
the sins of his mis-spent life would
weigh as nothing in the balance of
your blood guiltiness, for if she dies,
you are her murderer.”
“You are mad." said the Styrian
sullenly, “the law of your country
found her guilty, and your laws are
... ju»t I have lied to you, and L could
not save her if I would. You think
that Seth Treloar and I knew some
secret about arsenic that enabled us
;* to take it with impunity—why then
did he die from an over dote of it?”
••Uod knows,” I said bitterly,
“your confounded juggling with the
cursed stuff is beyond me—but
probably by some oversight he had
|r; not his antidote with him. ” . ..
A flitting smile of contempt told
if, __ me that I had missed the mark, then
/•; • iho Styrian said calmly.
“He never parried, for he never
needed an antidote."
1 shrugged my shoulders and
yawned, as one utterly weary of the
subject.
‘•I give it up," I said indifferently,
“I have pasted far too much time
over tho matter already. May I ex
pect to seo you on my return?”
“That depends upon when you re
turn," said tho Styrian. “Look you
—she is a fool. On tho one hand
life and riehos with me, on tho other
a horriblo death and nothing—not
uvon her proud fisherman for com
pany. All to-night she will think
and think, to-morrow I will go to hor,
and sho will answor mo dilTorently.
Kh?” ho uddod, in a harsh note of
interrogation?
Hut I made him no answor, only
nodding my head in a curt farowoll
to him as I wont out.
It was pitch night by now, and tho
hroakors bolow tho cl iff scorned roll
ing to my very foot, but above their
sound I heard tho clashing of rough
bolts and bars with which tho
Styrian hastened to barricade tho hut.
Then i saw tho blind pulled dowm,
and heard the shutters close, and I
had a curious fooling of being turned
out like a dog from my own hearth
as I stood in tho darkness without.
Hut I was hungry, and had beside
somo arrangements to tnako, so,
after concealing my bag and rug in
a cleft of tho rock hard by, 1 pur
sued tho winding path that led down
to Trcvenick, and was soon insido
tho cheerful hostelry that 1 had more
than onco visitod.
Smiles awaited mo and a good
homely dinner followed in duo course,
during which I saw many a shy
glance stolon at mo by tho buxom
landlady, as in tho village 1 was
lookod upon as almost a wizard for
the part I had played in bringing
Judith to justice.
“.So you’m got a visitor to th’ hut,
sir,” sho said, as sho set ray modest
dessert boforo me.
“A friond of Seth Troloar’s, ” 1 said.
“Awh, ” sho said, looking grave,
“better fo’ ’un poor sawl if ’un had
bided ’mongst 'un as wished them no
harm. Who'd Ivor ha’ thought Ju
dith ’ud turn out sieh a devil? For
sure but Seth war a ne'er-do-weel,
an’ niver happy but when ho was
torsticated. but nothin’ himivor took
did ’un tho harm that wan cup that
Judith gi’od ’un when he comod home.
“You have always believed her
guilty,” I said.
“Iss, sho lin ’d Stovo povvorfu’ eno’
to doanythin’ so’s them two shouldn’t
bo divided, but part they’ll have to
now, befo’ long.”
But I did not feel so sure of that
parting as an hour later I climbod
the stoop path that led to Smugglers’
Hole.
CHAPTER XL
I stood still to listen outside the
hut, but all was silent, no glimmer of
lights showod through tho cracks of
tho crazy old shutters.
Evidently tho Stvrian had a little
anticipated his usual timo for retir
ing. and presently ho gave an oral
proof of it, for a distant sound of
snoring reached me. and I smiled at
discovering tho quarter whenco it
issued, being no loss a place than
the bod-room upstairs, which he evi
dently preferred to the shakedown I
had made up for him below.
No sound could huvo pleased mo
better. lie slept with barricaded
doors, securo as a fortress, and with
not tho smallest fear of surprise to
keep him awake. Exhausted as he
was his slumbers wero likely to be
profound, and my spirits rose as I
went round to the back of tho hut,
and lit the lantern with which I had
provided myself at tho inn.
Tho door of tho small outhouse or
loan-to yieldod readily to my touch;
I closod tho door behind me, and
looked through the narrow grating
I have before montionoi, into the
room boyond. Tho embers on the
hearth still glowed, but the place
was in total darkness, and at once I
opened tho door and stepped in.
Overhead came the long regular
breathing of the Styrian. For awhile
I stood listening, then I removed my
boots,' darkened tho lantern, and
with the utmost eaution proceeded
to creep up tho stairs that ended in
an open space,in one corner of which
stood the bod upon which my unbid
den guest had disposed himself.
Ho was fully dressed, so much I
saw in the narrow blink of the lan
tern which 1 permitted myself to un
cover, and bitter disappointment
seized me, for I knew that the thing
I sought was actually on his body,
and that my chances for taking it
from him wore small indeed.
Ho lay on his bank, one hand open
and empty, thrown behind his head,
the other hidden beneath the cover
lid with which he had half wrapped
himself.
At a littlp distance from the bed
was a chair, and upon this I sat
down to think, but thought availed
me little. Nothing short of over
| coming him by sheer physical
strength, which outmatched his,
which I did not possess, could wrest
; from him that little box in which he
j found nourishment and strength and
; in the fellow to which Seth Treloar
i had mot his death.
! Alone I could do nothing, but with
| the help of Jake—Jake whose clumsy
j movements would certainly have
awakenod the sleeper, I might by
I good luck have bound and robbed
him, but 1 was alone, unarmed, and
my wit failed me.
I may have sat. thero a minute or
an hour whon with a half groan he
turned on hss side, and suddenly
throw out an arm that fell sheer
across my chest and rested there.
It had all the weight of a blow,
and I trembled under the shock, it
was so horribly unexpected: but as
tho moments passod. and his regular
breathing convinced mo that he
| slept. I gradually shifted the lan
tern and cautiously stole a ray of
light that showed me his strong An
gers closed tightly on the horn box
that I was perilling my life to steal:
Even lmd I the strength to unlock
that iron grasp, ho carried arms and
would shoot me like a dog before 1
could escape. Involuntarily I thought
of those snake charmors and Hindoo
jugglers who, hy the skillful use of a
feather are able to make a slocking
man change his attitude or release
his grip upon whatsoever he holds,
but I had no . such powor to
make flaccid this roan's muscles, and
in shoer holplossness and desperation
I sat for what seemed to me a life
time with that heavy arm weighing
on my broast.
What real length of time elapsed,
I cannot say. but suddenly he turned
with a heavy groan, as if some
spectre troublod his sleep, and his
arm fell to tho ground with a dull
thud, then ho fell to snoring loudly
and regularly as bofore.
Kneeling down, I ventured on a
! tiny shaft of light that showed mo
I his relaxed hand lying on the ground
| palm uppermost, with—and tho sight
j of it nearly took my breath away for
| joy--the horn box loosely hold in
tho relaxed fingers.
For once in my life I rose to tho
omergoncy of tho moment, and with
out hesitation slipped the box from
bonouth that norvoloss touch and
stole uway.
nut i natt reckoned without that
instinct, belonging of right only to
animals, but found in savages and
men who live almost entirely in tho
open air: an instinct that becomes
developed almost into a sixth sense,
that keeps sentinel over tho others
while they sleep, and givos instant
warning of danger.
On the instant the Styrian awoke,
found his hand empty, and hold his
breath to listen for the slightest
sound that might give evidence of a
stranger’s presence. Then ho swept
his hand along tho floor as thinking
ho might have dropped what he
missed, and. not finding it, hurled
his huge weight out of bed. and I
said to myself, “Now if he possesses
a light I am a dead man,” and lis
tened for the striking of a match
that, thank Clod! did not come.
1 heard instead a click, ominous
enough, and doubting if in tho dark
ness he so accurately know the posi
tion of the staircase as to cover it
successfully, I stopped down, and,
getting on ray hands and knees,
crawled to the stair-head with all the
speed I could command.
Instantaneously, with the first
sound I made, came a shot that
passed diroctly over my heaid, and
then the boards groaned under the
Styrian’s weight as he dashed across
the narrow room towards me, just
missing my heels as I slid down the
stairs, checking my too rapid de
scent by grasping the low hand-rail
that on one side guarded them.
Ho fired again with the same re
sult as before, then came thundering
after me, but I had the start, and
know that if I could reach the secret
doorfwliich I had left open)l wasjsafe.
But oven as I slipped through it,
a sharp report and a stinging sensa
tion in my right shoulder told mo
that I was hit, and I had barely
drawn the door close behind me,
when,ho fell against it with a crash
that shook the whole place.
I heard him cursing and raging on
the other side, completely baffled by
my disappearance, and probably not
aware that he had winged me.
Softly I slipped out at the door,
and sped down the winding path at
tho top of my speed never drawing
breath till I reached the nearest cot
tage, where lived a fisherman with
his three stalwart sons, all soundly
asleep, and with difficulty awakened.
“I have been shot at, and wounded
by tho man at Smuggler’s Hole,” I
said, ‘-you must come with me at
oneo and secure him.”
The blood that dripped from my
coat sleeve corroborated my story
plainly enough when the three joined
me, but the emergency left no time
for those explanations that I should
have been puzzled to give, and no
more was said till we arrived at the
hut
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
Mending Umbrellas.
The Louisville Courier-Journal
says that two young men of that city,
salesmen in a dry goods store, hired
bicycles and took a spin into tho
country. When they were perhaps
ten miles out, they decided to have a
race. One of them got far ahead of
the other, and, in dashing around’ a
turn, ran into a pile of stones. The
wheel was demolished, and the rider
found himself lying among the
spokes. An old woman, who hap
pened to be passing, was met by the
second rider. “My good woman,”
said he, “have you seen a young man
! riding a bicycle ahead?” “No,” said
the woman; “but I saw a young man
up the road a spell ago who was
sittin’ on the ground mendin'
umbrellas.”
Fettling His Way.
“Excuse me, ma’am," saia the
tramp, “have you got any wood you
want split?”
! “No.”
His faoe brightened.
“Any coal you need carried?’’
I “None whatever.”
A smile stole ovor his features as
I he went on.
“Is there any work of any kind ye
j could call on me for?”
. “No.”
| With intense relief he said: “Thank
j yer. missus, for them assurances,
I even if yer charity don’t go furder.
t Tours is the fust house that's let me
git ’round to the question to-day.
Have yer got any cold victuals?"
Fine. Kusslan-Made Gloves.
The bulk of fine gloves made in
Russia are made Trom foal skins, an
industry in which Hussian workmen
excel. They are generally cut and
sewn by hand. Out of 500 skins
I 1.200 to 1,500 gloves of the best
quality can be made.
REPUBLICAN DOCTRINE.
CHEAP CLOTHING.
A T«»t Caae With Names, Datei aad
Good*.
The democrats howl for free wool so
we can have cheaper clothing. What is
the matter with present prices?
Mr. (irosvenor of Ohio, in his speech
in the house, April 13, 1804, said:
“Last night 1 though11 would go andi
see whether we were being oppressed'
in this country, and 1 looked about me
to see whether I was dressed quite tip
to the average congressman or not: and
1 concluded that by way of illustration
1 would go down here and buy a suit of
clothes, and I did it. And now, Mr.
Chairman, I exhibit this suit of clothes.
I am wearing it upon my person. I
will tell you what kind of a suit of
clothes it is. Let us meet this thing
like men and quit this thing of being
like howling demagogues. [Applause
and laughter.] "The fabric in this suit
of clothes is free from shoddy and flock;
seams silk-sewed. Color, trimmings
and wear guaranteed to give satisfac
tion by Saks & Co.,” as honorable and
capable a manufacturing house in this
lino of industry as the world can pro
duce, and whoso word will be taken
against the unanimous statement of
any trump on earth who wants to sell
his old coat at a profit. [Laughter. |
"X bought this suit of clothes without
a suggestion to the salesman, whose
name I do not know, as to my purpose
in buying it. Here it is, a better look
ing suit of clothes than many of my
colleagues have. [Laughter.] It would
adorn the person of the gentleman from
Kansas (Mr. Simpson). [Laughter.]
"it cost meat the regular price $10.80.
[Applause on the republican side.] Not
even in England, nowhere on the
earth, now’here under the stars, outside
of the jurisdiction of the Star Spangled
Banner of American protection, can the
like of that be produced for the money.
Let us see. (Producing another suit.)
Here is another suit of clothes bought
within a year. It is not a very bad
suit of clothes. It did not come from a
tramp. It is a fairly good suit, worth
half or two-thirds what mine is. It was
bought of a respectable English house
in the regular couse of trade, and it
cost $16.75. [Applause and laughter
on the republican side.] I will leave it
to any clothing store man on earth if
my suit of clothes is not worth 40 per
cent more than that suit is.”
Disowned.'
The Wilson bill, as it now stands, has
neither friends nor well wishers, except
among' those who are interested in
building up a southern aristocracy at
the expense of the plain farmers and
the hard-handed workers of the nation.
They have no slaves, so they seek to
put white labor on a lower grade, and
thus further their selfish uses.
Senator Gallinger commented on it in
his recent speech in the senate as fol
fows:
“The anomaly is presented to the
senate of a bili that we are asked to
enact into law, which nobody thus far
has ventured to unqualifiedly indorse
or approve, with the exception of the
senator from Mississippi, Mr. McLau
rin, and the junior senator from Indi
ana, Mr. Turpie. Even its distinguished
author in the other house, Mr. Wilson,
felt called upon to enter an apology for
the measure.
“Think, Mr. President, of the chosen
leader of the democratic side of this
chamber openly and unblushingly pro
claiming the imperfections of the meas
ure, and shamelessly admitting that it
was framed, not on the principles of
exact justice and fair play, but rather
for the purpose of securing votes
enough to pass it through the senate!
What greater condemnation of the bill
can any republican imagine than that;
and how inconceivable it is that such a
dishonoring bargain should have been
made. Following the senator from In
diana came the senator from Texas,
Mr. Mills, himself the author of a
famous tariff measure, and he bluntly
and frankly declared that ‘The bill
does not suit me. I am between the
devil and the deep sea.’ And then the
senator from New York, Mr. Hill, and
the senator from New Jersey. Mr.
■Smith, entered the arena, with spear j
and javelin in hand, and gave the
measure what it is hoped may prove to
be its coup de grace, by denouncing it
vigorously, and serving notice on their
party associates that unless it is mate
rially modified they must look else
where for votes to pass it,”
A Present Issue.
These are times when every Ameri
can citizen is required by a sense of his
obligations to reason for himself and
act on the result of his own investiga
tions. He cannot neglect this plain
and imperative duty.
To all such, the closing paragraphs
of Senator Gallinger’s speech on the
Wilson-Voorhees tariff bill, come with
special force. His words strike home
to the real issues and show us just
what to expect:
“Mr. President, the country has had
thirteen months of democratic rule, and
wherever the electors have spoken they
have repudiated that party with unan
imity almost unparalleled in American
history. The laboring masses of the
industrial north have set their seal of
condemnation on the Wilson bill. They
have issued their mandate to republi
can senators to tight the measure un
ceasingly and unsparingly. The great
north is united today as it has not been
united since the flag was fired on at
Sumter. Now, as in that supreme cri
sis, mechanic, farmer, merchant and
manufacturer are standing shoulder to
shoulder in defense of the welfare and
the progress of the nation. Factories
are idle, homes comfortless and wives
and children suffering for the neces
saries of life. The wage-earners of the
north have decreed the death of the
Wilson bill, and woe be to the north
ern senator who turns a deaf ear to
their demands.
Markets.
An English parliament could not bet
ter legislate for England, or with a
prospect of more protit, than are the
present members of the United States
congress legislating today. We are
taxed to maintain our system of roads
and the improvement of our rivers and
harbors, all of which creates for us a
market in which to sell the products of
our soil and of our shops. The present
law-makers propose to grant the op
portunities of this market to the liritish
tradesmen without compelling them to
contribute in any wise towards the
publie improvements which make the
market a possibility.
Drifting Backward
Under the title “Whither are We
Drifting',’’ the Washington Post (inde
pendent), on April 33, 1884, published a
striking editorial on the political situ
ation
Taking Mr. Reed’s prophecy at Phil
adelphia and the speeches of Senators
Mill and .Smith for a text, it showed
how rapidly we are drifting into an
ante-bellum condition.
It shows with vividness how the ex
confederates are now doing by legisla
tion what they failed to do by wait
degrade labor and ruin the industries
of the rest of the country. There is no
bloody shirt about it; it just simply
quotes well known facts and the opin
ions of thinkers from both parties. The
article is worth reading in full:
WHITHER ARE WE DRIFTING?
Last February lion. T,. B. Reed made
a speech at the Academy of Music in
Philadelphia before one of the largest
audiences ever gathered within the
walls of that historic building, in which
he attacked the Wilson tariff bill as an
engine of hate directed at the indus
tries and people of the north, and
wound up his remarks with an extract
from the inaugural of the immortal
Lincoln in 18(51, in which he appealed
to the south to halt in their threaten
ing march against the country, and
then in the most dramatic manner said,
“Where Lincoln failed we cannot hope
to succeed'”
His remarks made a profound impres
sion at the time, but were passed by as
an extravagant outburst of an earnest
man.
In the recent carefully prepared re
marks of Hon. D. B. Hill in the senate,
after a somewhat similar denunciation
of the Wilson bill, and the income tax
in particular, he said, turning to the
south, “Remember 1860 and the ultra
demands made upon us which led to
division and defeat and all the inci
dents of those terrible years from 1860
to 1884, and know that the remarkable
demands now being made mean the
loss of the next house, the senate, and
the probable loss of every northern elec
toral vote.
Senator Smith, after an elaborate on
slaught upon the bill, especially the
income tax, which he pronounced “an
infamous proposition,” said he regarded
the situation as the gravest which has
confronted the democratic party since
the days of James Buchanan, and after
charging that the south was engaged
in a sectional raid upon the north, he
said: “Is extinction of the party in the
north the penalty we democrats must
pay for extending aid and sympathy to
you of the south?” and closed his speech
with the prayer that if his advice was
unheeded “Uod save the democratic
party.
Trade and Labor.
If we admit free Chinese goods, then
we will soon admit tree Chinese labor.
One demands the other. They cannot
be separated.
Some years ago. in response to the
workingmen of California, this country
entered upon a policy of Chinese exclu
sion. The men who began it were de
nounced. The scholars, the economists,
the philanthropists, the professors, the
colleges, at the start were all against
it; but the workingmen triumphed and
today no party and no representative
of any party dares to suggest the free
admission of the Chinese.
Free traders say that we keep out the
Chinese because they were not clean and
their habits were not good. Never in
the world was there a great popular up
rising to keep men out of a country be
cause they were dirty or because their
habits were unattractive.
The trouble was that the Chinese
brought with them a rate of wages
with which our workingmen with their
standard of living could not compete.
The instinct of the laboring men of
California was right. They saw in the
Chinaman a competitor who would drag
them down. They demanded his ex
clusion and we shut him out. Austra- j
lia, an KngHsh colony, where the labor
organizations have exercised a greater
influence than anywhere in the world
—Australia, too, has shut him out.
How do you make it agree with the
doctrine of buying in the cheapest mar
ket to exclude the Chinese labor from
this country?
We have shut out Chimese cheap
labor; by the same token we must pro
tect our native workmen from this same
Chinese cheap product. This may not
be philanthropy, but it is good horse
sense.
In China, as the cheapest labor mar
ket and the greatest reservoir of low
priced labor in the world, on the theory
of free trade we should have the right
to buy our labor; and yet everybody is
agreed that it is well to put a stop to it
by law. What becomes of the perni
cious theory of free trade in the face of
a fact like that? We are right to ex
clude the Ctiinaman, who brings his
cheap labor with him and lowers our
standard of living and degrades our
working people. If it is right to do so,
then by what theory do you admit free
of duty the product of this same China
man made in his own country to com
pete with our product here? The pro
duct brings its rate of wages with it
just as much as the man, and ocean
freight no longer gives protection. If
it is right to exclude the Chinaman, it
is right to exclude the chair cane which
he makes and which brings his rate of
wages and standard of life to compete
with our workingmen just as surely as
if the Chinaman came over himself and
made his chair cane in New York or
Philadelphia.
Great Britain’s Obstinacy.
There is a growing' sentiment
throughout New England and the mid
dle states that by using a protective
tariff Great Britain could be forced to
take part in an international agree
ment for the free coinage of silver.
This is the most sensible of all meth
ods proposed to reach Great Britain, as
they cannot afford to be shut out of
our markets by prohibitive import du*
ties.
Kqnal Chances.
“We have undertaken on this conti
nent of ours to build up a fabric at pol- *
itics, in which the laboring man had
the same share, every ignorant man
had the same share, every feeble man
had the same share in political power
with the rich and the strong and the
learned. And that system we mean to
maintain; and in order to maintain a
system and dignity which is known no
where else in the world, and has never
been known anywhere in the world till
here and now, we mean to protect the
wages of our workmen from competi
tion with the pauper systems of Eu
rope.’*
... Th.at,„T,ired Feeling
I was troubled with diabetes and tried
sererat doctors and different medicines with
out avail. After taking three bottles of Hood's
Hood’s Sar8a~
partita
Sarsaparilla I had,
good appetite, and was
free from that tired
feeling. I honestly be
lleve If It had not been for Hood's Sarsaparilla
1 would have been dead some tlmo since.*
J. 8. Watmirb, Deedavllle. Indiana.
“ Cures
bn.
P^OTfr.^,
Fely’s CREAM BALM curf*
CATARRH
PRICE SO CENTS. ALL DRUGGISTS
Unlike the Dutch Process
No Alkalies
— or—
Other Chemicals
am used in the
preparation of
W. BAKER & CO.’S
MMGocoa
which {« absolutely
pure and soluble.
uas mum man znree times
the strength ol Cocoa mixed
with Starch, Arrowroot or
Sugar, and is far more eco
nomical, coating less than one cent a ctip.
It is delicious, nourishing, and easily
DIGESTED. __
Sold by Grocers everywhere.
W.BAKE&& CO., Dorchester, Uau.
I Consumptives and peopleH^
who have weak lungs or Asth- H
ma. should use Plso’s Cure for H
Consumption. It has cared H
thousands, it has not injur* H
ed one. It Is not bad to take. ■
It is the best cough syrup. ■
Sold everywhere. 35c. H
CONSUMPTION.
Davis' Cream Separator Churn, power
liot water and feed cooker combined.
Agents wanted. Send for circular. All
sizes Hand Cream Separators.
Davis & Rankin B. & M. Co. Chicago
sSEmwasar
| CIA Bart ocr t drawer wmlmrt or oak
▼ “powroi High Arm Siafteaewln* machine
_ I finely finished, nickel plated,adapted to Urhl
and heavy work; guaranteed for 10 leant with
I Anteaaatle Bebbtewlader,Self-ThreadingCjlte
der BhatUe, flelf-Seltlag Needle and a complete
^eet of Steel AUachaeatat shipped any where on
TS.000bow (■ tom. World*! fair Medal awarded machine andatlMk*
rnenta. Bor from factory and tare dealer** and afent 3 profit*.
fAPP Cot TkleOot aad and to-day for macbla# or *f*fa-*7*
F Ktt catalogue, UaUmotiial* and Glimr*** of th* World**Mr.
OXFORD MFC. CO. Ml Vituk An. CHICABO.IIU
WELL MACHINERY
Illustrated catalogue showing WELLi
AUGERS, BOCK DRILLS, HYDRAULIC
AND JETTING MACHINERY, etc.
8xmt Fan. Hare been tested and
•11 warranted,
Sioux City Ensrine k Iron Works,
Successors to Pecli Mfg. Co.,
Hloaz City. Iowa.
1217 Union Aye., Kansas City. Mo.
FREE I FACE BLEACH
of the U. S. have not used my Face Bleach,on
account of price, which ia $2 per bottle, aa«
ia order that ui, may give it a fair trial, I
will aend a Sample Bottle,safely P“ck5^* *1!
* charges prepaid, on receipt of 25c. FAC
I BLEACH remove* and cure* absolutely alt
■ freckle*, pfmple*, moth, blackheads, aallow
P new, acne, ecaem*, wrinkles, or rooghnea*
Mme. A. WUPPERT,0 E. 14th St.»N.V.Cltr
WORN NIGHT AND DAY.
- Holds the wowt rup
ture with ease u"dtJ »
circumstances *
\ Adjustment. Comfort
and Cure New P*tente4
I Improvement hius
t rated catalogueMJJf
rules for »elf-meainH*
fiSSi ‘SnV.«
FIENSIONwShiUs*on? '®t®*
J yra iu lost «k, 15mUmUcAtiugclaims, attj auio^
YES!
BIG FOUR ROUTE
BEST LINE EAST
—TO THK—
Mountains* bakes
and Seashore.
Vestibule trains to
New York and Boston.
ask for tickets via the
BIG FOUR ROUTE.
I MICK. D. I* 1
uunr. Guo. I
CINCINNATI.
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