JJlattsmoiiiIt Joiinr.it
C vr. '.ii:kma9t.
rLATT.-lIOCTII. :
PahtUhcr.
m-ekasi
THE LOST CHILD.
he had to take a journey once irith all her
children elbt.
Her brother Tom. the mean old thine, said
"scad 'em on as freight,"
"Do take the vestibule." suid Sis, "to that
they cun t drop through
For if you yp'U a few cf them, whatever -would
you UoV
Eut tii-iuph they joked ami though she laughed,
she LiiJ a heap of fears.
And Bomethtt s (.re.v so nervous that she
souuht relief in tears.
But v. ! tie mnrniac dawned at length, and
the eiUt were tlr'ssed.
Bor!r',;aa'l sca. awl pr:m and trim, all la
tl.ei- .-uuilay test.
Ehe uiaiie L( r inind up. then and there, to cot
t:o thro.;;.-!! th ir mints
Say A:frc-t. Lilian. Henjie, sue, Lucilie, Jack,
M.)". l and Jaces
But s.i.-.ply cojnt them as they stood when they
put f". the train
Twoi:.d save a ue-1 or tc.irk:ns and confusion
c the tr:tin
So ofT V.r : started on their way. arriving there
: : ii' xm
Tm sure she never thought to reach the place
so very soon:
The braltemau aud conductor both helped all
l.er little i rood
To disembark: thea she began to count thorn
as they stood.
And "One. two, three, four. five, six, seven,"
she said aloud, then stopped
The p opie all were la':rhin;r. so she thought
-she would have dropped!
Each wii dow held a priniiing f ace none looked
ui;I 'ss he smiled
Bo, n-.ortiried. she stopped before she counted
the eLrhth child.
The engine bell began to ring, the train moved
sio'.vly on
She turned ia nervous haste to see if any child
were stone.
Bhe knew she d counted only seven, when they
should number ei'-ht.
Botrits ajrain. and gapping, sinks upon a pile
cf freight.
I've lost a child." she cries aloud, "my child
is on that train.
Oh, stop it telegraph:" A man of calculating
brain
Bays: "Pardon what's the lot?" "Eight
e:"ht:" sue shrieks acain aloud.
Forpcttinp all thiujrs save her loss, nor heeding
t.ow the crowd.
And here are seven." the stranger says
"pray quiet your alarms
The eighth well, how will this one do you're
holding in your arms?"
Bhe clasps her little Beajie boy and laughs
ar.d cries by turns.
Then, teeinpr all the smiling crowd, her poor
'ace barns and burns!
I'd rest! about the Irish pig that ran about the
yen
Bo fast they couldn't count him, and I thought
of him just then!
Kva Best. In Detroit Free Jrtess.
S3IUDGIXG A ILVXT.
An
Adventure in the Mountains
of Tennessee.
All the boys in Wildcat cove be
lieved implicitly in the existence of
ghosts. Why should they not when
their elders put such perfect faith in
g-enuine "ha'nts?" From g-eneration
to gt aeration thrilling- tales of ghostly
wanderers were handed down as the
richest possession of some particular
ove or mountain.
A cove in Tennessee is a long-, deep
valley among- the mountains. Wildeat
cove, extending- away back among the
cliffs of the Tennessee mountains, was
exactly the place a haunt might bo
supposed to enjov". But until Bud Sim3
and Coon Tabor's memorable encoun
ter on the ledge above Lost creek, no
one had ever met the ha'nt of Wildcat
cove face to face.
It was just the day for a grand hunt,
and Bud and Coon determined to make
the most of it. Long- before the sun
had found its way over the top of Wal
den ridge, while the morning sky was
yet chill and . ra-, the boys were on
their way to the head of the cove.
When they reached thebanksof Lost
creek the eastern sky was a sea of rip
Dlir.r pink, necked with soft, dim
dashes of changing gold and gray, and
by the time they str .-': the ledg'e, far
over the distant ridge beyond, the sun
was rising- slowly over the dark moun
tain and the cloud-mists were rolling
up from the vailet's.
Half way up the cliff the boys
stopped for a moment to rest, for the
path was unusually rough aud steep.
The point which they had in mind was
two miles further on. in the rauge, as
the woods where cattle feed or "range"
In wi titer, are called.
Although where the cove was wider
it was now quite light, down here in
the ravine through which the creek
rushed, foaming and rough, to its un
derground prison beyond, it was only
a dim twilight as yet. They had
climbed quite a distance alread-, and
below them the waters of the creek
roared and rushed. Far above on
either side rose the ragged ledges of
roc!: which formed the cliff -lined walls
of the cove, f?ehind the jutting rock
where the boys were resting- was a
narrow passage leading- into a deep
hole in the cliff.
Genuine mountain bovs as Bud and
Coon both were, thev of course were
familiar with every inch of ground for
miles around. There was nothing
alarming to them in this dark hole;
thev knew it well. It was only a fis-
cure in the rock, sue u as could te
found in all the limestone ciift's among
the mountains, and it extended, so far
as they knew; only some thirty feet
back frooi the ledge. It was not wide
enough for even a boy to squeeze
throutrh with any degree of comfort,
and at last grew so narrow that even
the curious Coon had been able to go
no further.
The boys had always thought that
the passage probably led to the under
ground course of Lost creek; for the
waters below suddenly disappear be
neath the cliff, and when they appear
again has never been discovered.
There was no sound in the rr.vine
except the roar of the waters b-low.
The people in the val'ey had not boifun
the day 's work as yet, and the fields
were qniet and deserted.
Coon brole the silence. Bud was the
elder, but Coon usually tok the lead.
'"XI it air on this ledge as the ha'nts
"been walk in". Bud. Old Man Waters
seen hit no latcr'n a-Ckcweday waL"
Total i.i
From a perusal it will be.seet
)
Bad started Involuntarily. "Ef hit
war ter appear to we-uns now!" he
murmured, apprehensively.
"Thet hole thar put me in mind of
hit," continued the other. "Old Man
Waters, he sez hit come out'n thet hole
an' walked over this ledge, an' jest
ahout thutty feet over j-an hit jest
drapped plumb out'n sight; an' tho' he
war a-lookin" an' a-lookin' fur hit ter
come ter sight ag'in hit hed gone fur
6 irre."
' Hit air plumb curus wher hit went,"
reflected Hud.
'Ha nts air made of air, I reckon."
Coon brought forward his theory with
considerable confidence. "An' ef they
air made out'n air they can't hurt a hu
ms n, I 'low."
There was such a peculiar note in his
voice that Hud turned around with a
Ion?, searching look at him.
"Air ye aimin ter hunt fur the crit
ter?" he whispered, almost trembling1
to think of the profanity of such a
thing as disturbing a ha'nt.
"Ef hit air handy ter do so I aim
ter."
Coon spoke with his usual quiet
drawl, but with such deliberate em
phasis that the assertion carried con
viction to Bud's wondering- ears.
"Fur sure, Coon?" Bud was a'ed at
such daring-.
"Yes. ef "
"Yes-ss!"
Tins boys were on their feet in an In
stant, faced, with dilated eyes, toward
tiiat yawning- fissure.
Hack there, in the darkness, swayed
a ghostly, grayish figure.
"Yes-ss. yes-ss, yes-ss!" mocked the
ha'nt. Then its horrible, unearthly
voic-e died away in a low mutter, as
the darkness closed upon the fading
figure. Bud felt his hair rising- with terror,
and his tong-ue clung- to the roof of his
mouth. lie could not speak. Too
terrified to stir he gazed, fascinated,
at the spot where the ang-ered ha'nt
had disappeared.
Coon's face was still a trifle pale,
and his eyes were darker than usual;
but he tried to steady his voice as he
spoke: "Hit war the ha'nt, fur sure,
Bud."
"An hit war a-mocking-' of ye, Coon.
I 'low hit war powerful mad at ye, fur
aimin ter hunt it." Bud's voice trem
bled; but he was trying to appear in
different as to whether the g-host was
angry enough to attempt to injure
them.
"I'm aimin' ter hunt hit," Coon per
sisted. His hair seemed rising" still
and his knees felt unsteady, but his
resolution did not falter.
Alarmed at such audacity, his com
rade tried in vain to turn him from his
purpose. Coon doggedly resist?d. Bud
finally desisted in sheer despair, and
the bc3-s were silent for awhile.
"Le's smudge him out. Bud," Coon
said, at last, in a low whisper.
Bud turned around in horror at such
daring irreverence.
'Smudge out a ha'nt!" he gasped.
"D'ye dast. Coon? What'll hit do ter
ye. d"3e reckon?"
"I 'low we uns mought jest 'speeri
mint on hit, anyways," Coon returned,
deliberatingly. "Ye see. nobody knows
jest what a ha'nt mought take hit
inter his head ter do. But we uns
could 'speeriment, an" mebbe hit
mought do some good."
"Hit mought blast the craps."
"Well, hit mought, but ag'in hit
moughtn't. We-uns would know fur
sure ef hit war that-away then."
"Hit mought kill us dead," Bud ven
tured, dismally.
"I'd like mighty well ter jest know
fur certing- what a ha'nt would do,"
persisted Coon. "Granny's allers
a-tellin' about er seeing on 'em. an'
nary a word about "em a-iioin' nothing,
on less hit war skeerin somebody
mighty nigh ter death. An' I ain't
skeery," suggestively, "ef hit air any
thing else."
"Naw, an' I ain't, neither. Well, we
uns kin do hit. meble."
Bud sighed; but heroically deter
mined to follow where his friend might
lead.
"An hit would be mighty satixfyin
ter know jest what a ha'nt war made
of, an' jest what he war oblig-ated ter
do," Coon again asserted.
In spite of his deliberate manner he
was a pluc-KV little fellow, utterly fear
less where ha'nts were not concerned,
and of too inquiring- a turn of mind to
take the world on others' hearsay.
"f we-uns war kilt, hit would hap
pen some time, anyways," Coon de
cided, philosophically; and Bud, too,
was ready for the experiment.
The gray light was giving way to
the warmer tints of day, and far down
in the valley were now the sisrhts and
sounds of everyday- life. The boys
courage revived under these influ
ences. Coon unfolded his plan. The hunt
on the mountain was given up at once;
more important work was now on
hand. The only exit from the cave
was on this ledge, and Coon was to
g-uard it while Bud crept around the
i roc!i to a narrower part. In former
j hunting- excursions the boys had often
j "smudged," or 'smoked out, the coons
"aa taiseu reiugc in tne noie.
Bud was to attend to the smudging,
while Coon stood ready with his gun at
the entrance to meet the ha'nt if it
should llee from the smoke.
"There ain't a critter nor yet a hu
man e kin endyure the smoke," Coon
argued. "Mebbe a ha'nt kin; but we
uns kin fi.d out fur sure this a-way."
It was some time before Bud could
get a good fi'e started at the mouth of
the smaller hele: for it was slow work
gathering- dry .'eaves and twig to feed
it with, as the climbing was so rough
and steep. But it last he had gathered
a good-sized pile on the narrow ledge.
Taking ott a flint arrowhead and a
piece of pi.nk from his trowsers' pocket,
he laid t ie two together and struck
the blade of his jackknife sharply
across th?m till he had obtained the
needed sparks.
A moment more, aud the leaves be
gat o burn.
"toot, kw-w, Coon!" he called, soft
ly, peeri:i around the jutting rock,
bolting frmly by one brown hand.
oil on I ri,Pii;. iim
that ' brand. Auk for it from rour Jr
Coon was waiting- patiently at tha
mouth of the cave; he 6tarted forward
as Bud's shaggy head appeared around
the corner.
"Air hit there?' he g-aiped, breath
lessly. "Not yit," Bud responded. "Thet
war why I called ye. Hit come over
me, if hit warn't a human, hit mought
come outen a hole no bigger' n th
smudge hole. But I kin g-it a-holt of
hit ef hit does, I reckon," with grim
courage. He crept back to his tire.
The smoke had penetrated the fur
thest recesses of the fissure, and was
now beginning- to issue from the open-in"-
which Coon was iruardhig. Ho
co-.ighed now and then, but inn u fully
stood his ground, hoping every minute j
for the appearance of tiie ghost. He !
wanted the matter settled. His gun !
was leveled at the center of the lid
sure, j
"Ss-ss-ss!" scratch, scratch, and an- j
other such unearthly yowl, as had j
greeted them once before. It came 1
from the larger mouth of the hole.
Bud scrambled, around the corner ju?t j
in time to see Coon drop his gun and j
desperately clutch at something-which
looked like the grayish ghost they had j
seen before. Then ha'nt and boy had j
rolled over and over, locked in death- ;
like grip, over the ledge aud down into !
the rushing, roaring- waters of Loot j
creek.
The creek was almost a whirlpool ;
here, for not far away it swept in a cir- ,
cling- Hood down into its grave under j
the mountain. It was a dangerous '
place at any- time. Coon was in the j
wildcat's death-grip now, and could j
not have freed himself, even had he !
dared to loose his hold on the crea- ;
lure's throat. j
But Bud was no coward. Much as !
he feared ha'nts he could be absolutely I
fearless in ordinary circumstances; ;
and in that moment on the brink of the '
ledge he had recognized the ghost, j
The instant the combatants rose to ;
surface. Bud was kneeling on the !
ledge, with his old gun aimed unerr- ;
ingly. In that instant he lired. Then, i
dropping swiftly down hand over hand. 1
by the bushes and the trees, he reached .
the bank and plunged in to rescue the ;
almo.st exhausted Coon. When Bud !
had linally drawn him to the shore, '
Coon was still grasping- the dead wild
cat. The boy's face was eovered with
blood, and both face and hands were
badly scratched, but there was no se
rious injury. Bud puueu tne uripping
hero up on the bank silently, and
washed away the blood-stains.
"Hit come mighty nigh klllin' ye.
Coon," he said at last, vainly striving
to keep the tones of his voice even.
The boys had been friends ail their
lives aud loved each other with a love
as strong as was David's and Jona
than's of old. But mountain boys say
even less of what lies nearest their
hearts ti a i boys elsewhere.
Although both hearts on the bank of
Lost creek that day were full of the
thought that they had faced death to
gether but a moment before, Coon
made no answer. In his heart, how
ever, he reg-istered a silent vow that
he would never forget how Bud had
saved him at the risk of his own life,
and Bud was proudly thinking- how
brave his comrade always was, and
mentally determining always to stick
by him.
Lost creek rushed on. A buzzard
was circling- far above the pine trees
on the opposite cliff. Coon shivered
slightly; if he had gone down in those
waters! Aud that buzzard! He was
glad it could never pick his bones.
That lame little si.ster, Mary Ann,
down in the cove, would have watched
in vain for his coming-, but for Bud.
He turned the dead wildcat over. It
was an unusually large one. Th
creatures had seldom been known to
come so far down on the mountain in
these later years.
'"Ef a ha'nt air a human dead
a'ready, a pun couldn't make hit no
deader," Coon argued, reflectively.
"But smudgiu' an a guu war all we
uns hed ter light with. I "low that the
only way ter do in this world's jest ter
make use er what a body does know,
tell he runs up ag'iu the tiling what he
kin use. We-uns done the best thing-,
I 'low,' he concluded, philosophically,
"fur we-uns." Jean Halifax, in X. Y.
Independent.
HE WAS A BUSY
MAN.
Didn't rroi-
Hut Some How or Other He
per in Life.
"Yes, I suppose you may call Eien a
successful man. He does a good busi
ness, but in my mind he isn't prosper
ous." So said Mrs. Tracy to her id.-ter,
who had congratulated her on the pur
chase by her husband of a mill which
lie was thought to have bought at a
bargain,
" ell." returned her sister, "it
seems to ine everything he touches
comes out just right. He's the busiest
man in town."
"That's just it,' retored Mrs. Tracy.
"He's busy and he succeeds in his do
ings, but that isn't prospering not as
I understand it. You see," she con
tinued, "when we were first married
he leased the little woollen mill down
on the stream, and we got along first
rate. He wasn't overbuy, and we
used to ride round together every after
noon and have lots of company and
good times.
"But he began to make money and
buy more wool, aud more mills to take
care of it and more storehouses to put
it in, until it takes about all his time
to get from one mill to the other.
Sometimes I see him on a Sunday, bet
he is generally busy resting up to stanf
again. He's about as much a slave at
if he was chained in a galley."
"Y'es. but he does make ftiouey," said
one.
"Well, perhaps so. but it .U goes to
buy more wooL If anybod. . hankers
for lots of wool in this world, that's
one thing. Eben has any amount of
wool, but when it comes to getting the
real solid goodness out of life and en
joying it. he's forg-otten how to do it.
lieally, as I look at it, Eben is the most
un prosperous man ia town." Youih'a
Companion.
I states senators bv dirpct "
PtoP,e' an5 ?. the Present compaign necewaU to delay the paper's poblica-
1 . J
CREDIT.
The Good Work I lone by
the Genuine
Democrats.
The democrats in both houses of
congress, with but few exceptions, are
entitled to credit for doing all that it
seemed to them possible to do toward
the fulfillment of the pledges with re
spect to the tariff which their party
made in 1S0Z.
Thev have made an honest, earnest
and persistent attempt to obey the
popular mandate delivered when the
present democratic congress and pres
ident were elected. They are deserv
ing of great praise for wresting what i
they have wrested from a protectionist
senate, and for holding- out so long as
there seemed to be a ray of hope
a:iir:r,t the protectionist amendments
which that body thrust so plentifully
into the Wilson till.
The demo-rats of the ways and
means committee labored with great
zeal and industry, aud finally" produced
a bill which was fairly acceptable to
those who meant what they said when
they voted for a tariff for revenue
only. They did not produce a perfect
bill by any means. They did not pro
duce a bill which was satisfactory to
most of their own number.
But they did produce one on right
lines, based on right principles, and
making a lcng step toward the final
goal of commercial liberty and the ul
timate abandonment of the entire
policy of supporting and enriching"
favored industries by levying forced
contribution, upon others. They went
as far as they believed it possible to
go, in view of the known character of
the senate, toward the total abolition
of the republican system of legalized
robbery.
The house, led for tho time being by
such men as Tom Johnson and De Witt"
Warner, went further than the com
mittee and voted for free coal, iron
and sugar aud the immediate stoppage
of the McKinley sugar bounty.
A majority of the demccratic sen
ators stood ready to go even farther
than the house, making- larger reduc
tions on manufactured g-oodsand going
farther in ttie direction of ad valorem
rates. But presently they found them
selves confronted not only by the re
publican senators in solid array but
by this bo ly reenforced by enough
senators calling-themselves democrats
to defeat any bill not acceptable to
them and the interests they repre
sented. The question with the loj-al demo
cratic senators then was not what
they wished to do but what it was pos
sible to do. They contested the ground
inch by inch, and yielded to the rene-
i gade senators no more than they were
forced to yield. The result was a badly
mutilated bill, but it was that or no
; bill. They had saved much that was
! valuable. The bill, bad as it was,
was still vastly better than the Mc-
, Kiuley monstrosity, and they accepted
j it as better than nothing-.
i The house has at last done the same,
but not without making prolonged and
heroic resisi.enee. The house con-
1 ferrees, headed by Chairman Wilson,
strurrgled long and manfully against
the bad amendments, forced upon the
till by the senate renegades, and their
, democratic associates in the house sup
ported them without wavering- until
they became convinced that the choice
: lay between the mutilated bill and
i none at all.
i The majority of the democrats are
entitled to high praise for making a
' courageous and determined light and
saving the bill from wreck. It is not
their fault that the measure is not far
, better than it is. Chicago Herald.
SOME GOOD FEATURES.
Much Has lieen Gainnl by the Passage of
the Tariff ltiu.
The democrats of the house for rea
sons admirably stated by Chairman
Wilson and Speaker Crisp, accepted
the senate tariff bill, with all its im
perfections and its shame, rather than
to get none.
Like the "held up" passengers iQ a
helpless stage coach, they yielded to
: the political highwaymen of ttie sen-
ate without pretending to make a vir-
tue of the necessity. j
As a vindication of democratic
i principles against the betrayal of the '
i four trust agents and speculating sen- j
i ators who forced the surrender, tiie ;
! house with surprising promptness and j
I unanimity passed .a bill making all j
J sugars free, and also separate bills un-
taxing coal, iron and barbed wire.
This action was at once a challenge to j
J thu senate and a promise to the coun
I try. It mitigates the surrender. It
j proves again tiiat tne popular urancn
I of congress remembers the pleJges of
the party and respects the demands of
! the people.
There is this further compensation
for the humiliating result: It will re
lieve the country, for some years at
least, of the fear of another general
tariff upheaval.
Hud congress adjourned without
passing any bill tariff agitation would
have dominated to elections and have
been revived at the December session
even if President Cleveland had not
felt constrained to call an extra ses
sion. If President Cleveland shall per
mit this bill to become a law no party
would dare to propose tearing it to
pieces again immediately.
Nor can McKinleyisrn be restored
during the next three years, even if
the republicans should venture upon
the issue and control the next two
grosses. Mr. Cleveland's term will not
expire until March, 1S07. His veto
cannot be overridden by the next con
gross, and the congress to be elected
in lsuti will not meet for more than a
year afterwards.
Even those who are most disappoint
ed in the bill will soon come to con
sider three yer.rs of peace preferable
I to further suspense, anxiety and busi
ness depression. N. Y. World.
-The tariff, as finally passed
while in many respects it falls short of
the expectations of the country, is an
: enormous step forward in the direc
tion of reduced taxation, a step that
i will never be retraced. From this
1 time the fixed policy of the country
I will be toward the gradual reduction
' X import Unties. Philadelphia Times.
- -
'
ENTITLED TO
BEATEN.
Important
Reductions In the
JMcKlnley
fliffh-Tariir Duties.
Whatever has been pained has been
wrested from a protective body. The
country concurs in Mr. Wilson's re
port. The senate has a majority for
protection. There are thirty-seven re
publicans, three populists and seven
democrats who are champions of pro
hibitive tariffs on articles produced by
their friends and therefore for all
prohibitive tariffs protection consist
ing in being for the other fellow's
tariff if he will be for yours.
From this protective body the tariff
reform democrats have wrested a re-
duction of sugar di:
lumber and s:;lt and
ies, free wool.
a great
curUnl-
nient of tariffs o
the textiles which
the masses must buy for clothing. An
income tax is secured, which relieves
taxation on the household and places
r share of federal expenses upon the
wealth whose concentration has been
favored by federal laws.
Not ail that the house contended for
and the country desired has been ob
tained. The sugar trust has not been
severed from g-overninent partnership.
Iron and coal are still taxed, and the
commodities into whose cost they
enter are still to bring higher prices
than the people should pay. But, as
the chairman of the ways committee,
himself as brave a champion as a cause
ever had, says to his friends, when men
have done their best. according to their
capacity and judgement, they must
fall back on the consciousness of duty
done. For the democrats of the house
the voters of the party have nothing
but approval. What obligations came
to them under the laws and the in
structions of their constituents they
have discharged with promptitude.
There has been no departure from
principle. In their proposition to re
form th? revenue they were moderate
and business interests were never left
in doubt. The contest for a better bill
than the measure offered by the sen
ate they have fought as long as there
was the slightest chance to sucs-eed
and have abandoned it at the demand
of business when success against a
protective senate majority was a
demonstrated impossibility.
That atrocity, the McKinley bill, is
about to be wiped from the statute
books by democratic votes. The
pledge of lyj'-J to the people is re
deemed as far as the people have con
I f erred the power. The tariff reform
1 ers could not control a senate to
, which a majority of real reformers had
not been elected. The house has
shown what honest reformers can do
. by passing bills for free sugar, free
iron, free coal and free barbed wire.
Having placed the blame for the in
completness of the reform where it be
longs, the house democrats can ad
journ in the "consciousness of duty
: done."
Now that tariff legislation is at an
i end for this congress, business men
i owe to the country an increased acti
'; vity and confidence. The elements of
' prosperity are nil with us. Set every
I where the example of faith and en
ergy. Doubts about the laws are at
: rest. There is nothing else for busi
I noss men to doubt except their own
I streng-th of will. Matters will not
come right of themselves. Men must
i make them right. It is just about a
year since the acute financial trouble
! began. It is just about time for the
' sharp revival to beg-in. SL Louis Be
J public.
! OPINIONS AND POINTERS.
The McKinley monstrosity has
been beheaded. Toledo Bee.
The best thing- about the revised
sugar schedule is that it is a still
creator improvement over McKinley' s.
The farther we get from McKinleyisrn
the better, every time. Boston Herald.
Republican organs are trying- to
scare the men who have had no wages
under the McKinley law with the
threat that they will have "lower
wacres"' under the democratic tariff.
' Chicago Herald.
McKinleyisrn at least is dead, and
its vile offspring is already doomed.
Only let the people, whose cause has
been so ably and so nobly led by the
men who stood true to the Wilson bill.
j now take up the battle, and "protec
: tionism" will meet its Gettysburg in
November. N. Y. Herald.
If business is so improved by the
j settlement of the tariff question for
! the time that the gain is apparent to
' the most obtuse observer, the fact will
prove so damaging to McKinleyisrn as
to render it a losing game to clamor
for the restoration of McKinley duties.
Boston Transcript (rep.).
Tiie new bill, whatever its de
fects, is better than its predecessor.
It sounds the knell of McKinleyisia,
aud, if it does not reduce the profits of
all bloated trusts, the fault is not
with the democratic party, but with
the lreebooters in the irresponsible
senate, who will doubtless be dealt
with in due time. N. ". Morning
Journal.
If anybody thinks tariff reform
sentiment is less strong throughout
the country than it has been let him
follow the proceedings of the demo
cratic conventions and meetiegs that
arc being held in various sections of
the country nowadays. No step back
ward is the unanimous cry. If this
strong, popular sentiment is not heed
ed in Washington those who are block
ing the way might as well prepare for
permanent retirement from public
life. That is their usual destiny. Bos
ton Herald.
The lesson principally to be
learned from this tariff contest and its
impotent conclusion is that when the
republican party made the protected
interests a partner in the government
it in fact made them the governing
partner in the firm. The way to cure
the situation, so intolerable to the
people, is not to reduce the interest of
the protected manufacturers, but to
dissolve the partnership altogether.
The way to reform the tariff is to
abolish it. There can be no half way
measures with vice, and protection is
nothing but economic vice the prosti
tution of government to the ends of
private profit. Chicago Times.
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PROTECTION
FERSONAL AND LITERARY.
Lord Forester, a canon of York
cathedral, who recently died, inherited
the privilege of wearing- his hat in ths
presence of royalty, a privilege con
ferred by grant to an ancestor in the
reign of Henry VIII.
Among the cseful accomplishments
of Queen Victoria and Princess Beatrice
is to be included straw-plaiting-, and
William of Germany and others are
said to wear and prize straw hats made
for them by the fingers of royalty.
Among the h.use-boats on the St.
Lnwrence one of the most charming is
the Idler, owned by two New York
p-irls, the Mioses May and Ella Dewey.
Here they give luncheon-, teas and
dances, and lead an Arcadian social life.
The fact is not very well known
that Budyard Kipling is not of pure
Caucasian extraction. One of his par
ents was a Eurasian, or half-caste, and
the fractional proportion of iiative
blood that flows through his veins is
just one-fourth.
Thomas E. Breckinridge. who
crossed the plains with Fremont's ex
pedition in 1S1.. is living- at Telluride,
Col., in destitute circumstances. Peti
tions praying- the federal g-overnment
to grant him a pension are circulating
in Colorado and California.
The only woman in the world en
titled to wear the Russian cross of St.
George is the ex-Queen Marie of Naples,
upon whom it was bestowed by the
late czar, in recognition of the bravery
with which she defended Gaeta. the
last stronghold of the Bourbon dynasty
in Italy.
It is noted that A. Conan Doyle is
paving- the way for this country, by
saying- flattering- things about the
United States. It is, however, only
fair to add that there are many com
plimentary allusions to this country
and its institutions in his books which
were written lefore he expected to pay
it a visit.
A heroic little life ended nobly a
few days ago in London, in the death
of John Clinton, the ten-year-son of a
cabman. It is only a few months since
the lad showed his bravery and pres
ence of mind by savins- his little broth
er from death by lire. The child's
clothing- was in a blaze, and John not
only distinguished this, but tore down
the window curtains, which had also
caught lire. He met his death by spring
ing in the Thames to rescue a younger
boy, who had fallen in. He saved the
child, but was himself drowned.
Cardinal Gibbons is the owner of a
box made of wood from the old mul-lerry-tree
at St. Mary's, under which
the first mass in Maryland is said to
have been celebrated in IG'14. The tree,
which was blown down about ten
years ago. was supposed to be fully
four hundred years old. and from its
wood was made chancel furniture and
other fitting's for the 1'rotestant Epis
copal church at St. Mary's. Cardinal
Gibbon's box was presented to him by
Gen. Bradley T. Johnson, who had it
made from a piece of the root of tho
tree.
HUMOROUS.
Even the most successful attempt
to bear the wheat market must go
against the grain. Buffalo Courier.
The Leal Thing. Aunt Chloe
"I'se readin dat de gods has atnblosher
an' neckchure elery day." Uncle
Ephum "Dat's nuftin. honey; we's
got watermilyuns.' Detroit Free
l'ress.
Ch ra fat Santa CruzV-"That letter
seems to have made you very happy."
May "Yes: it is from Jack. He has
heard that I am flirting terribly, and is
delightfully angry about it.'" Oakland
Echoes.
"C'ukumstances al talis cases,
shoh." said Uncle Eben. "De man dat
likes ter byah hisse'f holler in a ahgy
ment doan seem ter git no satisfaction
'tall fum de soun ob his voice drivin'
cows. Washington Star.
"Papa," said a little boy, "ought
the teacher to whip me for what I did
not do?"' "Certainly not. my boy,'" re
plied the father. "Well," replied the
little fellow, "he did to-day when I
didn't do my sum." Tit-Bits.
Not Available. Professor (to med
ical student) "Mr. Doselets. will you
please name the bones of the skull?"
Student (perplexed) "I've got them all
in my head, professor, but the names
don't strike me at' the moment."
Truth. ."'
Another Chaaea' Scribble "Did
yon see anything of a bundle of manu
script I had marked '1ST7?" Mrs.
Scribble "No. Anything important?"
Scribble "There were some seventeen
year locust jokes in it. I thought I
might try "em on again. Harlem Life.
A Harlem Idyl She lived in a flat.
She was tired out with house-cleaning;
but. when the postman rang the lell,
she left everything and ran down
three flights of stairs to open the letter-box.
Inside she found a paper cir
cular: "How to Beautify Your Lawn!"
Puck.
Mr. Watts "I thought you told me
the new girl was well trained. She
can't cook a little bit." Mrs. Watts
"No, she can't cook much, but she is
perfectly loely with china. She
clerked in the crockery department of
one of the big dry -goods stores for
more than a year." Indianapo'is Jour
nal. Unjust Discrimination. "Officer
Phaneygan "It's thin you're lookin"
Mike." Officer O'Morphy "'Tis the
fault of the chief, be hanged to im.'
Officer Phaneygan "How's that?"
Officer O'Morphy "Shure, an he put
me a beat with never a fruit stand on
it, the dishcriminatin
Chicago News.
biaggard!'-
To Meet Again. First Friend
; "You look bine, old fellow, what's the
matter?"' Second Friend "I've just
returned from my mother-in-law's fu
neral." First Friend "I'm very sorry
to hear it." Second Friend "Oh, it
isn't that that's worrying me, but the
sermon knocked me out completely."
First Friend "Was it very affecting?
Second Friend "Yes the ministei
said: 'Weep not; ye shall surely meet
again "Truth.
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