THE FAKMEUS ALLIANCE, LINCOLN, NEB., 1HUKSDAY, FEH. 25, 1892.
IV.
Jul ion Mash saved, was at first at a
loss to know how to use the liberty
which ho had not solicited. He regrettod
that he imnl bin life to unexpected
clHineney, and eursed the interference,
lie aurrounded with tlie mists of his
ferocious hntred those who had boen the
incaasof his ruin and those who had
-wired him. Ifnt now nnd then a cer
tain remorse utfitiih'd him.
"Only oe person in the world could
rknve had the iden," he said, "and that
In my old Lieutenant. If it had indeed
been be! Sometimes his heart warmei
toward me. He seemed even to feel a
kind of tenderness jor rae."
Julicn interrupted hitnself with a
bitter laugh. "Tenderness for me?
Why? He uiijrht at least have' had a
moment of frrnlitudo in these latter
days. For, after all, I saved his life.
Well, if he i the pnrduner, we are quits.
And then, I saved him at the peril of
my life, while be what did he risk?
Peifcaps only a word of handwriting."
Meantime Julicn tried to find out
what had lieeomc of the Prince de
Kormomas. He learned only the faot
that he was dead. !ut when he got
this news .Julien's spirit teemed to suf
fer a new influence. From his breast
cume a Utlioreil sijrh, which was like a
reproach to JVstlny.
"New, there whs a man who was
really gooi:"
Distrusted with life, tulcide appeared
t Jalien like a beneficent temptress;
but hatred calls for vengeance, and his
death would not have avenged him for
haviugr lived.
Wbat should he do? Return to the
internal roof? Xcver!
His yonnff sinter wnn still at home.
Hut she would not know hira, he had
been so long away.
Quite, wretched he wandered about
Paris Ibr a time, his Ilohcmian in
stincts (rcttinjr the uppermost, trying
tn pick up a living. He remembered
thai, ho had once played the violin, nnd
by etteri isiutr his art now in a cafe
concert, now in a circus, or some small
fHcater, he managed to eke out an ex
istence, Miiivn hat Irregular, but in
which lie found a certain charm.
Some years flowed by; he had no ac
count of himself to (five wretched or
-mrt., what did it matter?
Sceptical and blase, ho resembled a
bannlcss insect, the delicate tentacles
of which have been singed. He knew
nothing of moral joys, and so sought
after others with aviditv. Ifait nMi'v
oon ame, nnd he found himself alone
with his desires and regrets.
This was doubtlesi due to the way ha
bad entered life. , As it redd never
blossom, his soul had folded in upon
itself, and from his heart had been
awept every generous sentiment,lctivlng
instead a profound selfishness.
"There aro no honest women," he
used to say with a Satanlcnl laugh.
One evening, in spring, wandering
alone, more sombre and preoccupied
than usual, lie entered one of those
afreets to which the gas seems to give
its light grudgingly. In a corner a
young girl was weeping. She hud a
little parcel in her hand, and on her
head an old-fashioned, faded handker
chief, from beneath which flowed a
wealth of blonde hair, sparkling and
delicate. She 1 ad small hands end her
tiny feet were neutly shod with shoes
once of fine quality. This mysterious
creature attracted Julien's attention.
"What" is the ' matter, iny pretty
child?" he vcutered tn say.
The girl raised her head without nn
awering and showed a young and deli
cious face. Her ryes were tilled with
tears, and seemed to implore Julien's
pty-
"Don't cry so," be said, trying to
make his tor.es as seductive as possi
ble. "Tell me your trouble; perhaps
I can help you.
"Oh, n, monsieur: impossible!"'
ihnpossible? And why?"
"I don't know you. AVhat can I tell
you? That my brother has put me out
of the house to-night, and told me not
to come back! You know my big
brother, lie who lias lieen in J ans so
long. When I came from the country
Ittvas given into his care, and now he
won't shelter me any longer. O, how
unhappy I am!"
And the poor child sobbed.
"Follow me, my child, you cannot
stay there. 1 shall be of some use to
you. Come; I jniint try to console you
nnd to-morrow perhaps your brother's
anger will have passed. Will you
Otuc?
He tooK her hand and drew her gent
ly toward him. he did not try to re'
atst, so astonished, so joyous was she to
find herself no longer alone in the
world.
"You are very good, K,r. God will
. reward you. As for myself, 1 hr.vc noth
ing."
And she showed him nn empty purse,
When they reached Julien's lodgings
they were deep in conversation. He
hastened to divide his modest repast
with Ids pretty companion, who
watched him w-ith grateful air.
"We have shared likebrethren," said
Julien. "I offered you my supper
gayly. I offer my home in tho same
epirit."
"I am confused, monsieur; how can
ever repay all that you have done for
we?"
"Do not speak of repayment!" said
Julien. He hesitated an instant over
come by respect for innocence, but he
did not resist long, and setting aside all
Bern pies, suddenly he said;
"What is thy name, love of my life?"
What? thought the girl; he says thee
and thou to me? Hut he is good there
can be. no offence in that, and she an
swered, trembling: -
"Rose, monsieur.
"Call uic no, longer monsieur,, my
little Bnac. Call iiw "Jul i-n whobm-s
titer, and hefii-efurth will lira for thro
alone!"
When Jnlirn w preparing tn Wti
far rehearal at bin tlimU-r next day.
he addrrtaeS Rose, and already awwiued
th tune of the munter.
'Have dinner served when I return,
Ron-, and, Ke, you must take care of
'lATlSTHCMATTCrt ?
the rooms. We must help each other
when we live in common."
She did not answer, she was overcome
by the shurp tone, and as soon as the
door closed behind him she burst into
sobs.
'Oh, why did they send mo to Paris
from the village?" the said. "I was so
happy there! It is true that I was hun
gry now and then, but I had a light
heart. Hire I shall sup every night,
but with how many tears shall I mois
ten my daily bread?"
hue threw herself upon a chair,
scarcely daring to think. Hut soon she
sprang np.
He told me to do the housework. I
must Ao it, fer the great misfortune of
all now would be that he should drive
me away. O, then my last resource would
be to cast myself in the .Seine! No no I
am unjust; he took pity on my distress
he is good and true. I will wait on
hira; I will spy out his wants, his pref
erences; he must be lonely, as 1 was
ycHterduy; I must take a peep at bis
household goods. It is indiscreet, but
-what if one day he should become
completely attached to me? Oh,l could
love him! If he would but marry me
really a true marriage! Then the
baker would say tnadame to me when I
go for our bread. And wouldn't my
brother be vexed? Ah, brother mine.
you deserve to see rae get along well
without you!"
on baok to life and hope, she talked
away to herself, while she worked at
arranging everything in the little
rooms.
"It was almost lucky for him to have
found mo in his path. Put he was so
kind and good! Poor Julien! It seems
as if 1 might love him. Perhaps I tie
love him a little already."
Julien came in just in time to hear
this lust phrase. "I was certain of it,"
was his vain reflection, and, bending
down to Pose, he closed her gossiping
lips with a long kiss.
"i on are Happier than last nignt, aro
you not, little one? ' he said.
"Oh, yes, dear Julien! '
"Hravo!" reflected he; "she is con
soled. The adventure moves rupldly;
we will see how it will lust."
"Ah! there have been deft bunds at
work here," ho suid; "everything is in
its place." t
He looked at Rose, who was smiling,
and he fouud her more beautiful every
moment.
"How happy I am to bo safe te-
ight," she said; "if von knew what
joy I felt in caring for our homo."
This word awoke an evil thought in
iiu. "Hey? Yes; in fnt-t. last evening
did offer to divide all, but really, my
beauty, you were not too reluctant."
Kose was frightened.
"You look angry! Have I done
wrong? Tell me how I have displeused
you? I should like to pin . ou al
ways!"
"Always? We shall sc '
And Julien's bla 1: wscame to
gether, giving to h.s .. .. ... fuce a
savage look.
Rose said nothing. A tear rolled
down her cheek. She could not con
ceal it. Julien saw it nnu hud a mo
ment of pity.
"Come here to your best friend, little
one, lie sum, "come, i am iree mis
evening. I havo a substitute at the
theater. I love thee better than yester
day, better every day, and I woukl not
see thy fine eyes swimming in tears.
Ijet us talk of the future.
Rose was in the seventh heaven of de
light at those words. Now she under
stood life, and no longer saw tho possi
bility of regret.
Weeks and months passed peacefully
for Kose, who thought notof the future.
As for Julien, he foresaw the indiffer
ence which is the forerunner of disgust
when one day he perceived that their
nest must soon shelter a new being
something cf which Julien had not even
dreamed.
"How can I rid myself of the mother
before the child is a bunion for me?" he
mused. "She must go away."
When he was alone this resolution
was formed, but as soon as he saw Uo e
his mind changed. She was so calm, so
confident beside him! What would be
come of her and the child.
"Ah! little one," he Baid at last
coldly, "do yon expeot me to care for a
nestful? I have now given you asylum
for more than a year, and you must
mke other arrangements. I can keep
house for myself in future."
Kose looked at him, mute with fright.
"I suppose that yon understood," ho
said. ."I'm off. I have an engagement.
Hon voyage."
And he went out, leaving her stupe
fied. She turned round two or three
times, and then fell down in a dead
faint.
When she recovered consciousness it
was almost dark. She rememliered
juuen s las won. ana rising as aastuy
as possible she gathered together her
tiny wardrobe, and wrapped it in a
bundle; then casting a last look at the
poor room where she had thought her
self so happy, and went firmly to the
door.
Hut just as she was about to open it,
Julien came in.
"What! still here!" he exclaimed
. "I'm going," stammered Eose, "I am
going. Adieu, and thanks. I should
never be anything but aburden for yon;
thanks and adieu."
The tone in which she said the last
"adieu" stirred Julicn to bis very mar
row. la fUk be saw Itoae af!o ia
that 'arro street where he had foaiid
her o abendimrd. her gaj hazard
like that of a Innatie or criminal. He
seemed to still hear brr repeating ten
derly: "Thanks, you have saved me;
without your help the Seine would at
this moment have been flowing over my
stiffened body."
Ills blood sped from brain to heart.
De rushed forward; Rose was on the
first steps of the staircase; she tottered
as she tried to descend. He called to
her with a loud voice:
"Rose! don't go, I entreat thee!
Come, come back to me! It shall be
forever this time!"
In this iJl-buIaneed being, all full of
excesses, there was notning wonnerrnl
in such sudden changes of sentiment.
He ran to her and dragged her back
to the hearth from which he had just
driven her so cruelly.
"Where were you going, wretched
girt?"
"To the Seine.
"Hut why? w hy this despair?"
"Had you not cast nie out?"
Then he tried to excuse his conduct.
No, no, poor child, you did not under
stand. I cannot believe that I was ao
cruel."
"Yet yon were so,"
'Can yon never forgive me, my little
Rose?"
And he cast himself at her feet. Rose
asked only to yield, and, vanquished by
emotion, she begun to weep; but her
tears were no longer tears of grief, for
she leaned her head on Julien's- shoul
der, and Julien did not reoulse her;
V.
Meantime the redoubtable moment
drew nearer. It was time to think of
the cradle, and other preparations for
tbe little one coming.
That winter was a hard one in every
sense; the snow lay longer than usual
In the streets, and business was- bad.
The theaters Buffered with the rest,
and that in which Julien was second
violin reformed its orchestra. Julien
bemg one of Uie latest comers was one
of the first sent away.
l'rora that time he had but one
thought, that of misery coming to
strangle them. He foresaw the mo
ment when it weuld appear, terrible,
and if he dreaded it, it wiis very sin
cerely because of Rose. He concealed
the truth from her as long as he could,
but at last he reached the end of their
little savings, and found nowhere a
chance to earn a livelihood. From
time, to time he was taken on as supple
mentary violin at some bull, but he
earned little, and brought baok from
there balls a ferocious melancholy, in
which ho seemed to hate all human
kind. His rebellious nature could not
bend to what it considered an abdica
tion of iU dignity.
Lvery day he cursed the fortunate of
this world.
For some time a singnlor idea had
been in his mind. He sought a means
of procuring money without appearing
to solicit it for himself.
One day he said to Rose: "I am go
ing to write to a number of great ladies,
as they are called, to propose to
them shares in a journal to be founded.
Of course, it will be a journal of the
fashions we must find a way to inter
est the frivolous and I have had quite
enough of politics. I will do the musi
cal criticism and be manager at the
same time. It seems to me that, patron
ized by five or six Countesses and peo
ple of that sort, my paper (to them I
shall Bay their paper) must prosper.
So you are saved again, little Rose! and
we shall be in good circumstances by
the time that baby arrives."
liut he didn't quite understand the
"groat ladies."
He prepared a number of letters ex
plaining his design, and sent one to the
Countess of 1). Ho waited some,
davs in vain; no answer.
A second letter was sent out to. the
Marquise de M; no answer; a third
to tho Duchess do K -; no answer;
While turning over the h ves- of a
list of titled people his eyr ell on the
name of the Princess de Kcrmornns.
"Why not?" he mused. "In the first
place, she does not know of my exist
ence. Seems to me' the Prince said that
she was generous. We shall see It
is worth trying."
No sooner had he written, hevnam
i the envelope than he tore up the
paper. I he name of Hertnornas hurt
him, even to rend it, for It recalled to
him one of the most dolorous passages
in his life.
He reflected: "Does the Princes
know tbe peril which 1 encountered in
saving her hnsband? If sheknonaof
it, why has she not tried to find me?
She must know that I an not among
the favorites of fortune. Why write to
her if she does not Unow? Yet why
not, making a slight allusion to services
rendered? No, that is the thought of a
coward. I never thought, in saving the
Prince, that I should be tempted to
speculate on the action in the future.
I saved him because it seemed as if his
life were better worth preserving than
my own."
One day he took courage, seized an
envelope, wrote the address in feverish
haste, penned a hasty letter, and mailed
it stealthily, as if he were doing a bad
action.
The next day he received the follow
ing letter:
Monsieur: A fashion journal has no
interest for me, but I fancied that you
might, perhaps, desire a small advance
of funds. Kindly inform me if I am
not mistaken. Princess deKermornas."
He read the letter over and over, try
ing to figure out the character, fea Vurce
and form of the writer.
"Does she wish to humiliate or help
me? I don t want cnarity: l am not a
beggar!" he would say to himself.
And he wrote the second letter, al
most insolent in form:
Madame: You mistake, whether in
tentionally or not I cannot say, my re
cent letter's meaning. I know very
well that you have no interest in me. and
how littlo it matt?rs to you what 1 may
or may not do. Hut I would not have
you think that I came to you for alms.
I offered yon a means of diversion, that
was all. It would hove cost you less,
for instance, than the aerv.ntutie ex
peditions which I am told you patronize.
Excuse me and believe me, yours to
command. Julien Masly."
The Princess was surprised on rending
this chef d'ocuvre of Iwd taste, which
she at once threw into her waste bssket.
Hut suddenly a half-effaced remem
brance drifted airovi her memwy.
Julien Masly? Surely she had heard
that name before? Then" it all came
back to her.
7hi snoot be the unhappy wretch
whrim the Prince of Kenaoroas b4
saved from execution at Versailles.
Then why kad Julien Masly not alluded
to this in his letter?
If it were indeed be who had Mved
ber husband during the siege, w4iy did
he say nothing of it? And how was it
that she bad never been able to find
thU Julien Masly when she had sought
for him? It must be simply s coinci
dence ia names. But the last letter,
with its tone of deep and injured inno
cence Influenced ber to investigate the
matter. If this were tins Mas'- of
other days, she would see him w th
pleasure, despite the dreadful memory
of tbe Commune called up by the name.
She wrote him thus:
"I never suppose unkind things, and
ao I do not suppose that you meant to
wound or offend me. Hut all that you
assert in your letter is fab e. I shall bo
glad to be useful to you if I can; and I
have ne interest in aeronautics. I will
send some oae to see you, and you may
speak with freedom to that person. I
cannot believe that yonr only aim in
writing your first letter was simply to
make a useless proposition.
"PRIJiCBrtS pr Kkrmorxas."
Two sentiments divided Julien's
heart: a vague hope and a sharp hatred!
The rage thai he felt when reeeivVnjf
this letter almost strangled him.
Should he receive this visit? To hia
mind, distorted by the many troubles
of his life, it seemed to-hi in as if a spy
were coming into his house. No, ho
would not reeoive the visit
But if he said not the Princess would'
write no more; Alt would: beaten
end. Ho looked at ' Rose. "No, no,
never!" he eried, and went out, leaving
Rose troubled and alarmed.
VL
Five days later Rose and Julien-were
seated at their little hearth watching
the expiring glow of tile last seal they
posseesed. Eose pretended to- be
asleep that her lover might not break
the silence by one of the indirect re
proaches of whiohJte was ao prodigal.
Rose was hungry and hoping in sleep
to forge her woe, when two or three
faint knocks at the door startled her.
Come in,!' said Rose.
I thought yon. were aslcepl"
growled Julien.
A woman entered; She was simply
dressed in. black. The pallor, of her
face heightened the sparkle of her eyes
of saphire bine. A b'ght veil covered
her face, and. in. the gathering duk
prevented a good view of her features.
Rose went forward expecting to hear
the visitor apologize for having- mis
taken the room.
Does Monsieur Julien Masly. Uvo
here?" said the lady.
"What do you want?" said Julicn,
gazing boldly at her.
"Did you not write to the Princess do
Kermornas about a matter of business,
which"-
"I have dismissed the Whole
agor;'
broke in Julien.
What!" cried Rose. "You have
been writing to a Princess without tell
ing me?"
"What does it matter to yon?"
Tho visitor turned to Rose and said,
"Are you his wife?"
Rose lowered her eyes. She wtmld
have liked to any yos, but the word
died away upon her trembling lips.
"Did you come here to make- an: in
quiry into our private lives, madame?"
asked Julicn. "How can it interest
you to know whether or not I have
written to whoever I please? I. sup
pose I um free''
"The Princess accuses yon- of noth
ing; on. the contrary, she wishes to be
of service to you, and she has sent me
to":
"To offer me succor, perhaps?"'
sneered Julien;
"Well, my lovet" paid Rose,"why con
ceal from- tliis good lady our dreadful
situation? Why nob tell her implore
her request a loan. We suro to
repay It. Will you not, madame, say
to the Princess how happy we are that
she has sent you, and how much we
thank her?"
And Kose seized tbe lady's hand. The
visitor, rauchi moved, managed to bold
the wasted fingers long enough to slip
into then a few gold pieces. Then,
withdrawing her hand, she said to Ju
lien: "The I'rincesa desires to see you; will
yon go to visit her?"
"Oh, yes!" cried Rose; "he shall go,
madame; I promise it! What day shall
it be?"
"Day after to-morrow at 2 o'clock."
"He shall be there. Nay heaven
bless you for the good that you have
done us!
L;.i t..i:
rushed to the window, but he did not
sea which way she went.
VII.
Julien did not return that night. Rose
wept through the weary hours. "Pity
uie, O, God!" And as she said this
prayer she turned hastily, as if fearing
to encounter Julien's usual saeeringre-
proaeh when she used the sacred name.
Juliru came bnck, bnt said nothingto
Rose. When the time came for the call
on the rrinoeFS, he dressed with care.
fished an old pair of gloves out of a
drawer, took his cune and went off as
silently as he had come in.
A little later Julien climbed the
splendid stnirense of the Kermornas
mansion with tardy steps. He would
not admire the beautiful ornaments off
either hand. Presently he was intro
duced into a parlor and he found him
self face to face with his visitor of tho
other evening.
' "Ah! Princess, pardon me!" was all
that he could say.
Tho Princess rose and gave him her
band, saying, "pardon you for what?7'
i "For the rude manner in which I ra
ei Ke i you. I could scarcely beiurre
U. the honor which you wUh to dome
i real."
! "It was not really to do you honor,
but service, rather," said the Princess,
ami ling.
I "I hardly know hew, madame."
"Let ns see. Have yon thought, for
instance about the cradlu?"
j "Ah, yes; the cradle. We will need that
, soon, and that I may accept, Princess,
without being classed aav ft beggar.
But it is work I want. I Mb out of
work now. And he recited the story of
his misadventures.
"I I had been alone but I could
not send away the poor girl; she awoke
all my pity!"
I "Who do yon call 'poor girl'? 'Send
away?' What do you mean? Was not
the woman whom I saw the other day
yeor wife?"
"The wfe of my heart yes, madame;
but not before the law." And the
Princess listened patiently to the long
explanation which Julicn offered. She
did not deign to enter into a discussion.
She simply sakl:
1 "Well und this little babe so soon to
; come into the world? Will you never
r love it?"
"I shall love it more than myself,"
said Julien.
"And you are willing to place upon
the poor child a stigma?"
t "As I shall love it, what more can it
askT'
"It will regret that it cannot hear
its mother spoken of without feeling
the flush of shame," softly said the
Princess. "And the child will not be
able to say, when the father's name is
mentioned. "That is my name. Re
flect. .Meantime, yon shall tare your
cradle.'
The Princess rose, as if to indicate
that their interview must cloee; but he
could not stir. He seemed nailed to
the flooK The Princess, as if to guess
his secret thoughts, fixed on him her
great, frank eyes, with a smile so sweet
and mournful that be could not gaze on
H. Yet it seemed to sink do into
his soul!
"Thanks, Princes," be at last said,
and found strength todepart, awkward
and ill at ease.
"Why did I go there? She does not
know that I saved ber husband! I will
never see her more! Never! And a
cradle a cradle! Why did I write to
her?"
Thus he rambled on, bnt he was as
tonished that be could not tear from his
mind the vision of the Princess.
"Has she bewitched me? I want to
hate her, and cannot. I must find some
pretext for makimr her angry with me.
And. I will nevertell her of the relations ,
between her husband and myself. Her
ingratitude would oppress mo!"
Tho next day tho Princess de Ker
mornas bought the promised cradle,
gave the address to which she wished it
sent, piaceA her card in it, and contin
ued: her drive.
Julien perceived her, as he was wan
dering in the- streets, an hour later,
aliglHing at the corner of a humble
street. She went into an old and ill
kept house, and he followed ber with
out being seen. She entered a door on
the first landing. It closed heavily be
hind her. Julien approached and put
his ear to the keyhole.
The Princess had gone there to be
stow charity on an infirm old woman.
''Hot ho!" said Jnlien, as he crept
away down the darkened stairs. "She
likes to hear herself called 'angel of
pity,' and such names! Why does she
not come oftener to see us? Beeause I
am no courtier? Well, I sh all never go
down on my knees to any one!"
(To be Continued )
Proflt In Sleeping Cars.
An operating official who knows
about sleeping cars, their cost and
profit, remarked: "Sleeping cars pay
big money, and when one knows the
cost of operating them it is no won
dpr. A new car costs, good, strong
and modem, any way from f8,000 to.
$10,000, although you hear of tbem.
worth twice that sum. However, these
costly cars don't get outside the shops.
Well the railread companies pay
three cents a mile for the privilege of'
hauling them, and tho car will avor.
age 300 miles in twenty-four hours,
the year round, or $9 a day. earnings.
Say it earns $3, 000 a year, a low esti
mate, it will pay for iisolf in throe-
years. Now a ten section ear has
twenty berths, selling local ail $2 a
berth, making the earning capacity
per night $40. not counting the day
earnings. Of course sleepers, don't
carry lull loads every night, bt if
hey did not averasre ton passengers; a
aay we would not Haul tnenv on our
road. Now, wo pay for icei water
and fuel and insure the cars; that is,
wo repair then when wrecked or in
jured. The sleeping-cap company
ays a porter $25 a month at most, a
conductor $90, and has to furaish
linen and soap. It is not difficult to
see how the sleeping-car companies
pay dividends. " Indianapolis Jour
nal. modern t'analbals.
Cannibals eat their victims. The
modern and cultivated cannibal is not
so reckless as to put his victim out of
his misery, by docapitating him. Ho
prefers, tor charity's sake, to employ
him at some productive industry, and
by the aid of law, appropriate the
fruits of his toil to his own com'ort
except enough to furnish food for to
morrow's work. Alliance Herald.
A Straight Road.
Brethren, if we move forward ou
right principles no power on earth
can prevent the ultimate triumph of
the tame. There must be no halting,
no temporizing, no compromises. The
road is straight ahead. Let us keep
in tbe middlo of it. There are no side
tracks, no by-roads connecting with'
this reform movement Keep these
things in mind and wo are safe.
How We Proper.
Rev. Dr. Hyde: Yes, the country is
prosperous; prosperous in millionaires;
prosperous in railroad combinations;
prosperous in trusts; prosperous
in class laws upon our- statute
books; prosperous in wealth and
luxury for the few, prosperous in
poverty and distress for the many;
prosperous in wickedness and crime;
prosperous in suffering and anguish;
prosperous in groans and agony of a
suffering people; prosperous in tramps
and homeless families; yes, the coun
try is prosperous toward - anarchy and
revolution provoked by a soullea plutocracy.
Our list of choice literature b nude up of the best and most reliable reform
books-, by the most noted writers. If you want to keep posted oa the great ques
tions before the American people you should consult tbe authorities. We name
below a number of the bet books published.
nrzn. cloth.
The Railway Problem, by Stickuey. The greatest sensation of the
year is this great book on the railway problem by ft railway
president. Cloth edition has 14 illnstratire diagrams .'iff t i 00
Jason Edwards, by Hamlin Girland, & new book that should be
read by every Alliance member in Nebrassa. Dedicated to
the Farmers' Alliance it gives ft graphic description of life in
s pioneer settlement, and the glimpses of city life are not in the
least overdrawn 50
Main Traveled Roads, by Hamlin Garland. Don't fail to read it... .50
In Office, Bogy. Tbe latest sensation .25
Dr. Huguet, Donnelly . 155
Caesars Column " 50 125
Whither are We Drifting, Willey
Tho Farmers' Side. Senator Peffer of
and plain manner stated the injustice of the present methods in
this new book, and outlined plans
Looking Backward, Bellamy
Emmet Bonlore, Reed. A new book
popular author.
Driver! from Sea to Sea, Post. A book
An Indiana Mn, Armstrong. A well
entered polities and what came
A Kentucky Colonel, Reed. The deepest
gressive of all the writers of humor
Reed, and this is his best work
The Coming Climax in the Destinies of
bard. 480 pages of new facts and generalizations in American
politics. Radical yet constructive. An abundant supply of new
amunition for the great reform movement .50'
A Financial Catechism, Brioe.
A Tramp in Society, Cowdrey
Richard's Crown, Weaver
The Great Red Dragon, . Woolfolk.
Pizarro and John Sherman, Mrs. Todd
Money Monopoly, Baker
Our Republican Monarchy 25
Labor and Capital .20-
Ten men of Money Island, Norton. Col. Norton has told his story
in b way that cannot fail to Interest you, send for a copy .10'
Geld, Shilling. This book should be in the hands of every German'
in the state .15.
Cushing's Manual of Parliamentary Rules
Smith's Diagram and Parliamentary Rules
Roberts' Rules of Order
Seven Financial Conspiracies ....
Labor and Alliance Songster, words only lOe eachi
" " " " Music e:l. 20c "
" " " board 25c
Songs of Industry, Howe. In this book the author has given us ft
number of entirely new songs, words and music complete, and
Alliances will find it a splendid collection 30
Any book on the list sent post paid on receipt of price. Liberal discounts bo
Alliances wishing to purchase a library.
We are offering Tub Farmers' Alliance one year, and1 any 50c book on the
list for otaly $135. Address '
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