Nebraska Newspapers

    THE PORTENT.
A Story of the Inner Vision of the
Highlander*, Commonly Colled
the Second Sight.
By GKOIIGK MACDONALD.
CHAPTER XIV.—(Contlumd.)
“Has she ever raved?”
“.Not often since the flrst week nr
two. Now and then occasionally. for
tin hour or no, she would he wild, want
ing to got out. lint olio cave that over
Altogether; and she lias had her llltor
ty now for a long while. Hut heaven
Ides* her! at the worst she wan alwnya
a lady."
“And I am to go away without even
seeing her?"
“I am very wary for yon, Mr. Cnmp
lioll."
“Ikies she sleep at night?” I naked.
“I.lke a lialrn. Hut she sleeps n great
deal; and the doctor says that's what
keeps her so quiet. She would go rav
ing again, lip says, If the sleep did not
soothe her |mor hrnln."
"Could you not let me see her when
she Is asleep to-night?"
"I will, sir; hut I trust to you never
to mention It."
"<>f course I will not."
“Come nt 10 o’clock, then. You will
find the outer door on this side open.
<lo straight to my room.”
With renewed thanks I left her, and
betaking myself to the woods, wan
dered shout till night, notwithstanding
signs of an approaching storm. I thus
kept within the boundaries of the de
mesne. and hail no occasion to request
readmit Inure at any of the gates.
i'f Milieu on mi* lower ciock, 1
■filtered Mrs. Blukeslcy's room. She
was nut llmre. I Hilt down. In n few
Minutes she ciuiic.
"She Is fust asleep," she Bald.
“<’oinn lids way."
I followed her tri'in 1>Ilutr. She led
me to the smile room l.inly Alien used
to occupy. The door was a littIt' ots'tt.
Mile pushed II Kenlly and 1 followed
lior In. The enrlalns toward the diuir
were drawn. Mrs. Blakesley lisik me
round to the other side. There lay the
lovely head, so phantom-liko for years,
eomliiK only In my dreams; llllliiK
now with a real presence the eyes
that had huiKed for It. as If In them
dwelt an apostle of appetite of slKht. 1
on lined my heart at once, which had
been almost ehoklliK mo with the vio
lence of Its palpitation. "That Is not
the face of Insanity," I said to my
self. "It Is chair as the mnrnliiK IlKht."
As I stood gazing, I made no compari
sons hot ween the past and the present,
nltlmuKh I was aware of some dlffer
enee -of some measure of the un
known front Iiik me. 1 was tilled with
the dellKht of hehnlditiK the face I
loved- full, as It seemed to me, of
mind and womanhood; sleeping—
nothing more. I murmured a fervent
"Thank (led!" anil w'ns turning nwny
with a feeling of great satisfaction for
all the future, and a strange great hope
beginning to throb In my heart, when,
after a little restless motion of her
bead on the pillow, her patient lips be
gan to tremble. My soul rushed Into
my ears.
"Mr. Campbell," she murmured, “I
cannot spell; what am 1 to do to
learn?"
The unexpected volee, naming my
name, sounded In my ears like a voice
from the far-off regions where sighing
Is over. Then a smile gleamed up from
the depths unseen, and broke and
melted away all over her fnee. But
her nurse had heard her speak, and
now approached In alarm. She laid
hold of my arm, and drew me toward
the door. I yielded at once, but heard
4i moan from the lied ns I went. I
looked buck—the curtains hid her from
my view. Outside the door, Mrs.
Blakesley stood listening for a moment
and then led the way down stairs.
"Von made her restless. You see,
sir. she never was like other people,
floor dear!"
"Her face Is not like one Insane,” 1
rejoined.
"I often think she looks more like
herself when she’s asleep," answered
she. "And then I have often seen lier
smile. Mho never smiles when she’s
awake. But. gracious me, Mr. Camp
.bell! what shall 1 do?”
This exclamation was caused by my
suddenly falling back In my chair anil
closing my eyes. I had almost faint
ed. 1 had eaten nothing since break
fast: and had been wandering about
ill a state of excitement all day. 1
greedily swallowed the glass of wine
she brought me, and then became
aware that the storm, which I had
seen gathering while I was In the
woods, had now broken loose. "What
n night In the old Hall!" thought 1.
The wind was dashing Itself like a
thousand eagles against the house, and
the rain was trampling the roofs and
the court like troops of galloping
steeds. 1 rose to go.
Blit Mrs. Blakesley Interfered.
-•You don't leave this house to-night,
"Mr. Campbell," she said. “I won’t
have your death laid at my door.”
“Dear Mrs. Blakesley," I said, seeing
.her determined.
"I won't hear a word,” she Interrupt
ed. "1 wouldn't let a horse out in such
a tempest. No, no: you shall just sleep
In your old quarters, across the pass
age there.” •
1 did not care for any storm. It
hardly even interested me. That beau
tiful face tilled my whole being. But
I yielded to Mrs. Blakesley. and not
•unwillingly.
CHAPTER XV.
MY OI.D ROOM.
Once more I was loft alone In that
■room of dark oak. looking out on the
little Ivy-mantled court, of which I
was now reminded by the bowline of
the storut within its high walls. Mrs.
illakesley had extemporized a bod for
me on the old sofa: and the fire was al
ready blazing away splendidly. I sat
■down beside it, and the sombre-hued
pas: rolled niton me.
After I had floated as it were upon
the waves of memory for some time. I
•suddenly glanced behind me and
a round "the old room, and a new and
strange experience dawned ipton me.
Time became to my consciousness
what some metaphysicians say it is it
self—only a form of human thought.
T'or the past bad returned and become
ub-t present.
•Perhaps 1 -Slept—I do not know: but
| but a* I Is-entnc once more aware of
myself, I awoke, mt It were. In the
midst of nn old long-hurled night. I
was sitting In mi own room, watting
for I.ady Alice. And, an I nat waiting,
and wishing slid would come, liy slow
degris-s my wlshen Intensified them
selves, till I found inyself, with all my
gathered might, wishing that she
would eoine, Tim minutes paused, but
the will remained.
Mow shall I tell what followed? The
ihsir of the closet opened— slowly, gen
tly -and in walked Imdy Alice, (Mile as
death, her eyes closed. her whole per
son asleep. With gliding motion ns In
a dream, where the volition that pro
dun-s motion Is unfelt, she seemed to
mo to dream herself across the lloor to
my couch, on which she laid herself
down ns gracefully, ns simply, ns in
the old beautiful time. Her npis-nr
nnee did not startle me, for my whole
condition was In harmony with the
phenomenon. I rose noiselessly, cov
ered her lightly from head to foot, and
silt down us of old to watch. How
beautiful she was! I thought she had
grown taller; but, |s-rhaps, It was only
that she had gained In form without
loslug anything In grace. Her face
was, ns It always hail la-on, colorless;
but neither If noi- her figure showed
any signs of suffering. The holy sleep
hud f<sl her physlcnl as well as
shielded her inentul nature.
She was waking. My love with the
unknown face was at. hand. The re
viving tljish came, grew, deepened.
She ojK-ned her eycM. (lod be praised.
They were lovelier than ever. And the
smile that broke over her face was tin
very sunlight of the soul.
“Come again, you see!” she snld,
gently, as she stretched her beautiful
arms toward me.
I could not speak. I could only sub
mit to her embrace, and hold myself
with all my might, lest I should burst
Into helpless weeping. But a sob or
two broke their prison, and she fell
the emotion she lind not seen. Relax
ing her hold, she pushed me gently
from her, and looked at me with con
cern that grew ns she looked.
"You are dreadfully changed, my
Duncan! What. Is the matter Has
l.ord Hilton been rude to you? You
lisik so much elder, somehow. What
can It lie?"
1 understood at once how It was. The
whole of those dn-ary twelve years
was gone. The thread of her con
sciousness lmd been cut, those years
dropis-d out, and the ends united. She
thought this was one of the old visits
to me, when, ns now, she had walked
In her sleep. I answered:
"1 will tell you nil another time. 1
don't want to waste the moments with
you, my Alice, In speaking about It.
Iiord Hilton has behaved very btully
to me; but never mind.”
one imir rose in auger, nuu uer eyes
lookisl Insane for tlio first time.
"Mow dares he?" she said, and tlion
checked herself with n sigh at liei'own
helplessness.
"But It will all come right, Alice," I
went on In terror lest I should disturb
her present conception of her circum
stances. I felt ns If the very face I
wore with the changes of those twelve
forgotten years, which had passed
over her like the breath of a spring
wind, were a mask of which I had to
be ashamed lie fore her. Her con
sciousness was my Involuntary stan
dard of fact. Hope of my life as she
was there was thus mingled with my
delight In her presence a restless fear
that made me wish fervently that slu>
would go. I wnuted time to quiet my
thoughts and resolve how 1 should be
have to her.
“Alice,” I said, “It Is nearly morn
ing. You were late to-night. Don't
you think you had better go—for fear
you know?"
“Alt!'' she said, with a smile, la
which there was no doubt or fear, ‘you
are tired of me already! But I will go
at ouce— to dream about you.”
She rose.
“O, my darling,” I said, “and mind
you get some right sleep. Shall I go
with you?”
Much to my relief, she answered:
“No, no; please not. I can go alone
os usual. When n ghost meets me, 1
.lust walk through him, and then he's
nowhere; and I laugh.”
One kiss, one backward lingering
look, and the door closed behind her.
I heard the echo of the great hall. ]
was alone. But what a loneliness!—a
loneliness crowded with presence! 1
paced up and down the room, throw
myself on the couch she had left, start
ed ui>, and paced again. It was long
before I could think. But the convic
tion grew upon me that she would be
mine yet. Mine yet? Mine she was,
beyond all the power of madness or
demons: and mine I trusted she
would be beyond the dispute of the
world. But what should I do? The
only chance of her recovery lay In see
ing me: but I could resolve on nothing
till l knew whether Mrs. Blakesley
had discovered her abseuee from her
room; because, if I drew her, and she
were watched and prevented from
coming, It would kill her. or worse. I
must take to-morrow to think.
Yet, at the moment, by a sudden Im
pulse, I opened the window gently,
stepped Into tlie little grassy court,
where the last of the storm was still
moaning, and withdrew the bolts of a
door which led Into an alley of trees
running along one side of the kitchen
garden. I fdt like a house-breaker;
but I said: "It is for her right.” I
pushed the bolts forward again, so ns
just to touch the sockets and look as If
they went in, and then retreated Into
m.v own room, where I paced about
till the household was astir.
PRISON-BREAKING.
It was with considerable anxiety
that I repaired to Mrs. Blakesley’s
| room. There I found the old lady at
the breakfast table, so thoroughly eom
ixised, that I was at once reassured as
to her ignorance of what had occurred
while she slept. But she seemed un
easy till I should take my departure,
which I attributed to the fear that I
might happen to meet Lady Alice.
Arrived at my inn, I kept my room,
my dim-seen plans rendering it de
sirable that I should attract as little
attention in the neighborhood as
might bo. I had now to concentrate
these plans and make them definite to
myself. It was clear that there was
no chance of spending another night
at Hilton Hall by invitation; would it
be honorable to go there without one.
as I, knowing all the outs and inns of
the plaee. could, if I pleased?
My eongitations concluded in the re
solve to use the means in my hands
foe the rescue of Lady Alice. Midnight
found urn In the alloy of the kitchen
Knrilon. The door of the little court
opened easily. Nor had I withdrawn
Its bolts without knowing that 1 could
manure to open the window of my old
room from the outside. I stood In the
dark, a stranger and house-breaker,
whoro so often I had sat waiting the
visits of my angel. 1 secured the door
of the room, struck a light, lighted a
remnant of a taper which 1 found on
the table, threw myself on the couch,
and suld to my Alice: “Come."
And sho came. I rose. She laid her
self down. I pulled off my coat—It
was all I could tlnd—and laid It ovet
her. The night was chilly. She re
vived with the same sweet smile, hut,
giving a tittle shiver, snhl:
“Why have you no (Ire, Duncan? I
must give orders aliout It. That’s
some trick of old Clankslioo.”
“Dear Alice, do not breathe a word
about mo to any one. I have quar
reled with Lord llllton. He has
tnrncsl me away, and I have no busi
ness to be la the house.”
“Oh!” she replied, with a kind of
faint recollecting hesitation. “That
must bo why you never come to the
haunted chamber now. X go there ev
ery night, as soon as the sun Is down.”
“Yes, that Is It, Alice.”
“All! That must be what makes the
day so strange to me, too.”
Sho looked very bewildered for a
moment, and then resumed:
jwu ivimw, i^uiiraii, 1 ii>ei very
strange all (lay—as If I was walking
about lu a (lull dream thut would never
conio to an end? But It is very differ
ent ut night—is It not dear?"
She had not yet discovered any dis
tinction between my presence to her
dreams and my presence to her wak
ing sight. I hardly know what reply
to make; but she went on:
“They won't lot me come to you now,
I suppose. I shall forget my Kuclld
nnd everything. I feel as If I had for
gotten It all already. But you won't
be vexed with your poor Alice, will
you? She’s only a beggar girl, you
know.”
I could answer only by a caress.
“I had a strange dream the other
night. I thought I was sitting out on
a stone in the dark. And I heard your
voice calling me, and It went all
around about me, nnd came nearer,
and went further off. but I could not
move to go to you, I tried to answer
you, but I could only make a queer
sound, not like my own voice at all.’’
"I dreamed it too, Alice.”
“The same dream?”
“Yes, the very same.”
“I am so glad. But I didn’t like the
dream. Duncan, my head feels sc
strange sometimes. And I am so sleepy.
Duncan, dearest—am I dreaming now?
Oh, tell mo that I am awake, I shall
fancy that I have lost you. They’ve
spoiled tny poor brain, somehow. I am
all right, I know, but I cannot get at It.
The red Is withered, somehow.”
"You are wide awake, my Alice. I
know all about It. I will hell) you to
understand It all, only you must do
exactly ns I tell you.”
“Yes, yes.' '
“Then go to bed now, and sleep as
much ns you can; else I will not let
you come to me to-night.”
“That wovdd be too cruel, when it Is
all I have.”
“Then go, dearest, nnd sleep.”
Next morning I called ngnin upon
Mrs. Blakesley, to Inquire after Daily
Alice, anxious to know how yesterday
had passed.
“Just the same,” answered the old
lady. “You need not look for any
change. Yesterday I did see her smilo
once, though.”
“Have you heard of young T.ord nil
ton’s marriage?” asked Mrs. Blakesley.
“I have only heard-some rumors of
It," I answered. “Who is the new count
ess?”
“The daughter of a rich merchant
somewhere. They say she Isn’t the
best of tempers. They’re coming here
in about a month. I am just terrified
to think how it will fare with my lamb
now. They won’t let her go wandering
about wherever she pleases, I doubt.
And if they shut her up she will die."
I vowed inwardly that she. should be
free, If I carried her off, madness and
all.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
PROSPECTS OF FLY1NQ.
Machine for Air Traveling May Eventual
ly be lined By Hpnrtnmen.
I^ord Rayleigh, In speaking of my ex
periments at the Oxford mooting of tho
Itritlsh association, said ho considered
that of the live great problems to bo
solved before flight could be accom
plished I had already solved three,
says Hiram S. Maxim in the National
Review. X presume he referred to the
motive ixnver, the propelling power
and the lifting power. What remains
to be done is to learn to steer and to
maneuver the machine, and, wheel
once free flight Is accomplished, to
practice landing until the navigator is
able to bring the machine slowly to the
earth and land without injury or
shock. Of course, it would bo neces
sary to approach the e>artli slowly In
a vertical direction while running at a
very high speed, ami to shut oft steam
the instant the machine touches the
earth. The machine will then run for
ward over the earth and be brought to
a state of rest in about 100 feet.
Now that it has been shown that a
machine may be made which will
actually lift itself and travel through
the air at a very high velocity, I be
llevo that some of the military pow
ers who have so long been experiment
ing in this direction will take advant
age of what I have accomplished, that
•they may obtain suflleient appropria
tion, aud that an actual flying ma
chine for military purposes will soon
be evolved, whether I continue my ex
periments or not. As for the commer
cial value of flying machines, I do not
think it is likely that they will lie em
ployod for freight or passengers. Pec
ha [is they might be used for si>orting
purposes, and it is not altogether un
likely that in the daily journals of
twenty years hence we shall And illus
trations of some popular prince of the
realm on a flying machine pursuing a
flock of wild geese through the air and
tiring on them with a Maxim gun.
—
Too Kxpenulve for Both.
Mrs. Wigglestein—Do you know,
Jack, I think X should like to learn to
| play poker. It must be a fascinating
game.
I Mr. Wigglestein—Great heavens,
I Ethel; don’t think of it for a moment
We can’t both afford to play.
Did it ever occur to you that no man can
“raise the devil’’ without lowering hhnacU.
GRAND OLD PARTY,
SOCIALISTIC IDEAS REPUDI
ATED BY WORKMEN.
Hlenfttant John l’urna Finds Vita Influ*
•nee Waning—-Where I« the Dollar
Wheat?—Secretary Herbert Helps the
>avjr.
The Tasslng of Hums.
Ono reason why that eminent blath
erskite, .John Burns, received courte
ous treatmont in this country, oven
uftor he began to spout about his
socialistic doctrino, was that he came
over here with something of a repu
tation as a political leader who had
marshaled new forces and inaugurated
a movement In England which gave
promise of accomplishing something
for the masses. It was on account of
his leadership that he inspired re
spect, notwithstanding his views were
known to have a radical and danger
ous tendency.
It seems, however, that the work
liegun by Mr. Burns toward building
up a new political party in England
has had but a temporary effect, and
that the so-called New Unionist or
ganization is already dissolving on
account of the “advanced” views
which he was so brash in promulgat
ing during his Amorican tour. The
socialistic program that Mr. Burns
and his followers earriod through the
trades union congress at Norwich last
fall has led to dissension and
division in the labor organizations.
From London it is announced
that several of the most important
unions have decided to withdraw from
future congresses. Among these dissi
dent bodies are the boiler-makers and
tho iron and steel ship-builders and
the engineers, three of tho greatest
unions in England, and it also appears
that tho Minors’ federation of llreat
Britain is brouking away from the New
Unionists. It looks as if tho big or
ganization which Mr. Burns was
chiefly instrumental in forming would
fall to pieces.
This development shows that with
all his magnetism as a loader an d
power as nn organizer, Mr. Burns can
not infuse the trades unions of Eng
land with his socialistic ideas, says
the Cincinnati Times-Star. His vic
tory in tho trades union congress
comes to naught when tho unions
that indorsed his platform hastily
have had time for deliberation. From
the reaction now taking placo the
conclusion seems warranted that Mr.
Burns will bo tho target of koener
arrows of criticism among working
people of his own country than those
that punctured his thick skin when
ho was the bloviating guest of his
American cousins.
Vt liero la the Dollar Wheat?
How long will it take the American
farmer to forget the campaign cry by
which his voto for a change in gov
ernment was solicited? It was in the
program of promised blessings that
dollar wheat would bo ono of tho re
sults of a Republican defeat.
The farmer himself knows how far
ho has come short of a realization of
tho glittoring promise. lie has the
facts brought to his mind every time
he goes to market, every time ho has
an installment of interest to pay, and
every time his wife wants a now dress
or his children a pair of shoes.
Tho secretary of agriculture has
had figures made which will present
the matter to everybody who can
read so that ho can understand it as
well as the farmer, and with tho man
who plows the ground and sows the
seed everybody is compelled to partici
pate in the distress that comes from
tho result.
In tho report on farm crops
for last year it is shown that in
1890-92 tho averago price at tho farm
for each bushol of wheat was 7G.7
cents. This was during tho years of
protection of American industries
under tho McKinley law.
The first year after the change that
was brought about by false promises
and deceptions of all sorts, tho farm
value of the product fell off 22.9
cents a bushel, and last year the aver
age price was 27.6 cents loss than tho
average for the three years first
named.
From 8S.9 cents a bushel in 1891,
the price for which the farmer must
sell his grain has now fallen to an
average prico of 49.1 cents, and who
can tell how much farther down it will
go?
The farmer has had a lesson ho will
not soon forget. Under the most fav
orable conditions it must bo years be
fore tho wreck under which the coun
try’s prosperity lies buried can be '
wholly cleared away. The first move
has been made to begin the work, but
every deluded voter who-e eyes have
been opened will have to lend a hand.
—Kansas City Journal.
i» Alankan Delegate.
The present congress ought to com
ply with Alaska's reqr.ost that it bo
given a regular delegate just as other
territories are. There is no reason
why the request should no't bo granted
and its refusal would be an act of in
justice. The fact that American peo
ple have to stand around and beg for
privileges of this kind is a very seri
ous reflection upon our system of gov
ernment. It amounts to a denial of a
right which should be accorded to all
Americans wherever practicable. No
one would say that Alaska is prepared
for statehood and yet anything short
of statehood is a condition which
should bo tolerated only as long as it
cannot bo avoided.
Heaton Hnongli.
The recent uprising in Hawaii wil 1
S not have a tendency to boom Eug
j land's project to grab one of tho
I islands for the purpeso of ‘•landing a
| cable.” If John Bull is permitted to
1 attach a cable to Necker island his
■ next ambition will be to rope in the
[ wholo group. Tho fart lhat Mr.
Cleveland favors this project is reason
| enough why congress should sit down
on it. Wo might change the subject
by asking Mr. Bull why his consul
| general encouraged tho revolutionists
i and an English steamer transported
1 their arms and ammunition.—New
York Advertiser.
Ilslplni; the Mnvy.
Secretary Herbert is determined
that our navy shall not suffer by com
parison with that of any other country.
There is an English song which says:
••Our ships aro British oak and hearts
of oak our men,” and Mr. Herbert is
strong in tho belief expressed as to
the value of good sailors, as well as
of ships. And so his heart warmed
when ho was notified some time ago
that a naval reserve had been formed
in Baltimore and in his enthusiasm he
vowed that he would do something to
stimulate those bravo tars, if he had
to exhaust all the available resources
of the naval department. How well he
has kept his word it will be the pur
pose of this narrative to show.
The young men who compose the
reserve havo not, it must be confessed,
had much maritime experience, says
the Philadelphia Inquirer, but they
wanted to have it. They knew that
near them was the ocean, and they
longed to be out on the bluo waters,
and swing in hammocks and man
guns, and reef the top sails and splice
tho main brace and do other things
strictly nautical.
So last summer they askod that a gov
ernment vessel should be sent to them
for that purpose and the secretary
promised that it would. But time
passed and their experience was like
that of Enoch Arden. “No
sail from day to day.” Then
there came hints that one
of the smaller war vessels would
bo furnished, but that idea was aban
doned and it was announced that the'
old monitor Wyandotte had been se
lectcu.
The hearts of tho reserve beat high,
but once more there was a fly in the
amber. Tho department with that
solicitude for the welfare of our citi
zens which tlie present administra
tion has always shown, decided that
the amateur tars must stick close to
their desks and never go to sea. The
Wyandotte would bo fastened to a
wharf in tho harbor so securely that
she could not break from her moor
ings and drift out into the river, and
tho young men would, therefore, be1
as safe on board as tho members of an'
amateur opera company on tho good
ship Pinafore.
Hut even this idea was abandoned
anti the old wooden craft Dale was
ordered to Baltimore. She had long
lain on the mud flats of the Potomac
at Washington, and it needed consid
erable hauling to got her off. Hut a
start was made, and after a stormy
voyage she reached Haltimorc, leaking
badly. Tho harbor was entered and
she was moored to the wharf. The
reserve were waiting, their sisters
and sweethearts being present to bid
them farewell. Everything was ready
for the embarkation. Stores were
taken on board and all was bustle and
confusion. Suddenly there was a
strange movement on the part of the
noblo craft. A shudder passed
through her frame, sho gave a list to
port, sank down and settled in twelve
feet of water, looking for all tho world
like a Noah’s ark.
iho course of training through
which tho reserves were to bo put
has been postponed, but Secretary
Herbert’s naval genius has not ex
hausted itself, and he will see to it
that Baltimore patriotism shall yet
havo a free field for its exercise, as
long as there is an old hulk in the
navy.
All There Fa of It.
Tho president's letter to three men
coming us commissioners from the de-1
posed queen of Hawaii was almost
equivalent to saying that congress had
defeated his efforts to get the wench
back on the throne, and that ho wasn’t
going to have anything more to do
with the matter.—Cincinnati En
quirer, Hem.
Cleveland and Caalmlr.
President Cleveland is not imitat
ing the example set by M. Casimir
l’erier. Yet ho has made about as
bad a moss of things as tho ex-presi
dent of the French republic But Mr.
Cleveland is a Democrat and has all
the instincts of his party to hold onto
a fairly good thing.
Republican Financiers.
While we as a nation wore issuing
bonds almost as fast as they could be
printed, Massachusetts last year wiped
out nearly $13,000,000 of its public
debt. Republican administrations pay
in more ways than one, as those,
who have tried them know.—St. Louis
Star-Sayings.
Democracy Then an l Now.
It was the patron saint of Democ
racy. General Jackson, who said:
“By the Eternal the union and the
constitution shall be preserved,” and
it is the Democrats of his own state,
Tennessee, who celebrated St. Jackson’s
day by trampling theconstitution out
of sight.
Convalescent.
The states heretofore under Demo
cratie or I’opulist control have during
the last month passed into tire hands
of the Republicans, and coincidentally
a revival of business industries is re
ported all along the lino.
"here Would We He At?
It is profitable to consider what
would be the status now if there had
been a British cable station in Hawaii
when the insurrection occurred.
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