The farmers' alliance. (Lincoln, Nebraska) 1889-1892, March 03, 1892, Image 6

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    THE FARMERS' ALLIANCE, LINCOLN, NER, 1HURSDAY, MAR. 3, 1802.
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VIII.
What ai-hanffe in Julian! He mar
ried, really married, and la trotting on
bis km1 a lovy little girl, of whom
Roeo is vastly proud.
The PrincfMs is the godmother, and
JiUicn has consented to the baptism,
lie baa forgotten his insults to the pious
priesthood.
What miracle has been worked in
him? No matter; he feels leas un
happy, and if from time to time his
morose character gets uppermost, his
child brings him back to better
thoughts. lie calls her Zanette a
tender diminutive of 'Suzanne.
A, tood pl.ve in a respectable theater
S" open to him not long ago; he was
i&t forced to be contented when he
took it; but he was so in appearance
only.- lie had made his- conersaions to
society, as he called them, under eon
traint, to please the Prince w, who
had, however, not urged him.
To please the Princess! He had to
own this to himself, and to admit also
that he loved her!
Despite his will, his pride, a new and
Strong love for her seemed to shake his
reason.
He knew no rest now. "I cannot
love her!" he would say; "it is against
niy nature! Never could she have for
me any other sentiment than pity!
Perhaps she even despises met I will
not think of it! An Impassable dis
tance separates' us!"
Then he would change again:
"Cut the heart knows no distance;
no social conventionalities. When one
lores as I love, one is noble. Do I love
fcr?"
While Julien was thus tortured with
love and doubt, Hose was joyous; she
saw her whole 'career.- saved; she was
wife and motherland tender and true.
Bnt one shadow foil across her life; it
was caused by the approaching de
parture of the Princess, who was soon
going to her estate in the country.
"Take us with you, madame;" said
Sose one day when the Princess came
to bid them good-by. "Take us! You
will find something for us to do; and
we will never leave you. You will not
repent, for nowhere else can you find
devotion like ours!"
"My dear child," said thb Princess,
"do not givo me the grief of being
obliged to refuse you. 1 have no va
cant places to offer. You would not
have me send away others"
"We would not permit tush an in-
1uatlm. inndnmp." Mild Jiillitn. nroiullv:
"but if you only needed a secretary?"
"No; I do not wish for one."
Perhaps because you fear to emply
aomo mercenary person? Hut if you
had near you some one to interpret
your inmost thoughts''
"Oh! I am sure that would be very
annoying!" luugiied the Princess.
"You laugh, Prlnoess," said Julien
excitedly. "You are cruel! Yet you
might confide your secrets and your
fotuno to me without fear. I would not
reveal the oue nor dissipate the other."
"I havo no secrets to confide, and my
business man attends to all my
affairs."
"Do not mock mo so cruelly," said
Julian, approaching and speaking in a
lov tone. "You, who taught m. to
believe in kindness, do not break the
heart which belongs to you alone!"
"I do not understand this language,
' Monsieur," said the Princess.
Julien was silent; a tear rolled down
his check; but the Priut'ess seemed not
to see it,, aud, rising, she kissed the
baby and turned to depart.
As she stood at the door Julian said:
"Do not fear, madame, to be loved
othorwiso than you would wish, I am
too violently attached Oh! Princess,
do not leave me with a reproach on your
lips!"
IX.
Three months had passed and Julien
had not written. Hose began to lose
faith In her husband, and her simple
mind was tortured bv her Inability to
understand.
"Dure he," she thought to herself,
"be so audacious as to love the Princess?
Impossible! liut how was it that she
did not acorn him at the outset?
Could it have been to spire hir feel
ings? She hardly known him, then
She would have to' forget her pride of
race were she to permit such a love;
and then she would r.ot have made him
marry me. ,i aliens impudence is
absurd! He has ccrtiinly been a stu-
fleat, ana tliey call him witty. Ho is a
good musician, but bo is not handsome,
except that his eyes have a sparkle in
ficin. Oh! how 1 would like to know
what Is going on!" '
Beset by siu-h i-onfused thoughts, she
fell aeleen lx'sidc the cradle, und awoke
to find her child smiling at her.
An for Jullicn, he, too, was tor
mented. ' " '
He strutrrlod to throw off tiuit .o,e
which was taking possession of him,
but which lie fe-lt, impracticable. Ob
stacles of all kinds snrued through his
i - or
. A Y(OMW ENTS-KED.
mind wl en he th tight of Mum. d
Keratomas an ! himM-lf, buthls efforts
were vain: he rould not pat aside the
continual thought of her. Too pmud
to dwell for long on the idea of his soci
al inferiority he was forced to admit
that Mme. Kermonas had shown no in
terest in hia first words, which seemed
to him to have been more clear than he
had wished. He recognized the hope
lessness of bis love, but the thought of
her pursued him ruthlessly. "Wlutt
shall I dor be muttered: "writ to
her? I have her permission, but what
need have I for that? Am I not free?
Alas! no longer! I try to find favor in
her eyes, but sometimes I think site is
simply laughing at my weakness.
What agony, were it so! With her
woman's intuition she must see how I
suffer! Had any one told me years ago
that I should not run away at tbe ap
proach of a lady that I should myself
be kneeling to a I rineess!"
His head would fall into his hands
and a desire to weep like a scolded
child seize him; but no tear would
moisten his dry and burning eyes.
Thus had IIom fousd him several
times, and on day accused him.
"Julien, you are in love with her!"
"Who? what? What do you mean?"
"The Princess."
"You must 1 mad!" j
"And she loves you."
"No, no!" cried Julien; "it is false!
Oh! if she only could!"
Well " Rose whispered.
"She pities me, perhaps; laughing at
my pains; like the sun, mat ignores
the existence of the insect, which, hid
den in the moss, yet draws its life from
his warmth."
What!" - - t,. ; . . : . !
The Princess is a being apart, unap
proachable, and "
Pshaw!" said Kose; '-"she knows you '
love her."
I cannot believe it; bnt I should like
her to know it, and she shall! She has
given me permission to write to her; I
will do so now."
He seized a sheet of paper, and in
feverish haste wrote this letter, as Rose,
powerless against such overwhelming
passion, sank in a chair, utterly over
come. 'Princess:
'You cannot Ignore my passioss for
you are a woman. If my heart beats, 11
is but for you. Allow me to see you
often for to look at yon and hear you
are my sole delights! This Is, perhaps,
only a dream, but oh! do not wake me.
It would mean death for the humblest
and most devoted of your slaves.
"JULIEN MASLY."
. Intensely aal Isfied with bis effort, he
calculated on its producing a favorable
and prompt effect, bnt in this he was
deceived, for several dayselapsed with
out sny sign from the Princess.
"She either pretends to be shocked in
order to be rid of us," he said to himself,
or" but he could not continue.
Again ho wrote:
Princess:
"I see that your humble servant was
mistaken in counting on your favor. I
crave pardon for having spoken so
frankly. Yon had made, me forget my
usual treatment one continual repulse.
You have permitted me to write to you,
for without that permission I should
not havo written. But this is the last
time I shall transgress.
"Believe, Princess, in the devotion '
and respect of your servant.
J t I.I EN M18I,T,"
A contrary effect was the. result. .On'
the following evening bis concierge
handed him a letter:
"I do not understand your second let
ter. Your first would have been
answered, in spite of its extraordinary
character, had I not been obliged to
leave town for a few days. Neverthe- i
less, if yon desire to carry out the I
threat contaiued in your second letter,,
you are free to do so. I kiss Zanette.
"Princess tw: Kehmornas. "
That was all. Julien shivered and'
reddened as he opened it, but after he
had read it became deadly pale and
crushed the paper in his hands. What
a humiliation! She was absolutely in
different to his passion, his madness,
and could she more cruelly offend him?
Had she hated him he himself might
also have come to hate her.
He would tell that it was he who had
saved the life of him she loved so much,
and that without his help she would
never have seen her husband again.
Did she not owe to him the prico of his
devotion?
The thought startled hint. Suppose
she were to offer him payment for the
service he had rendered? He would
tell her nothing. But how tolcarn the
truth? Would it not be better to re
main in Ignorance, preferring to die in
hope than to live in despair? While his
mind swung from one idea to another,
Rose allowed her jealousy to slumber.
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beautiful dress, for he now earned a i
little more than was absolutely noces-
snry, and she thought good fortune had
come.
"The Princess has brought us good
luck," she ventured one day to say.
"Since we have known her everything
goes well with us."
Julien'a response was a contraction of
his eyebrows a ; sign of storm, well-
known to Rose.
.."Why is Zanette asleep?" said he
suddenly; "bring her here.",
'You know, dear, that Zanette is
always in her cradle at this time."
"Cradle, cradle, always cradle. All
right. Leave her there."
Julien rose, stirred the embers which
had fallen,
murmuring a sea song the
while, and then settled himself into
his own chair. Always the same song
each evening a song of his own com
position, probably, for Rose had one
day come upon him writing verses, and
had immediately conceivod a great idea
of her husband's intelligence. ' This in
coherent song had a ref ram:
"My bride, the wave;
The sea my grave."
Rose iu her naive ignorance thought
that this verged on the sublime. When
Julien sang it he did not trouble her,
and she hoped to see quietness reign
once more around the hearth and her
future existence placid.
Thus autumn passed, as had passed
the summer, in the same monotony, and
soon Paris would once more, see the
Princess. Julien thought of this more
and more, and became nervous and ir-
ritable. At last, as he was walking
with his . dream in front of the Ker
mornas mansion, he witnessed the ar
rival of the Princess, vvith her sons and
her servants, returning' for ihe winter
to Parjs. Thst day he returned home
gayly, but he said nothing about the
cause of his satisfaction to Kose. She at
tribuW it'. to another change in his
strange disposition, to "the phases of
which she w DeconjtDg noenstomed.
The next day Julien said to his wife:
"Put on your new dress, make Zan
ette look pretty and crane oat with me."
He looked pleased, Rose obeyed with
out reply and they left tbe house.
"Where are we going?"
"To the IYinceasT -
"Has she come back?
"Of course. Am I not taking yon
there?"
"Oh, I am in no hurry to visit her. I
am not accustomed lu her fine jmrlora,
and"
"And what?"
"And it is not proper for us to go
there."
"Not proper? For us? Don't be silly.
Nevertheless, he almost believed that
Rose was right, when, in answer to hia
question whether the Princess was in,
the concierge informed hi:n that she
wss not at home. It was a simple
reply, but the only one which he bad
not thought of receiving.
Julien silently bowed and returned
to Rone and Zanette, who were waiting
at the outer door.
"You were mistaken, then," said
Rose. "Has she not come buck?"
"Yes, but she has a bad headache,
and can see no one, not even us."
"Poor Princess," said Eore. "I will
come and enquire about her to-morrow."
"Yon shall not."
"And why not? Does her hearth no
longer interest yon? What is the mat
ter?" she added, seeing Julien become
horribly pale.
He was obliged to stop and catch bis
breath.
"Nothing, little one; nothing," be
replied. Then ke "continued," after a
short interval, "You in right. It
would be indiscreet toeatl on her. We
will wait until she comes to see us. I '
am certain that she was there snd thst
she had no headache but I did not
dare insist."
The evening of that day passed very
slowly. Rose attempted to work, but,
racked with a cough, was almost un
able to sew.' Jnlinn hummed his song,
bnt the words had no sequence.
Several days passed without bringing
the Prinoess to them.
"She has forgotten' me," thought
Julien,
"She gives my. husband no encourage
ment," said Rose to herself.
Neither appeared to notice the ab
sence of the Princess. . Julien broke
silence first and remarked ironically,
"Your kind Princess, your excellent
Princess, cares nothing for us, as the
ocean cares nothing for the rain.
What interest has she in knowing us?"
"What interest? Do you think that
people have friends only from interested
motives?"
' ''Often, if not always. Interest in
money, interest in vanity, or even, per
haps, of love," he added bitterly.
"As for that, I am sure she has
none."
"You speak as if you knew life,
whereas you only know what 1 have
been pleased to tell you. Hold your
tongue."
Silence once more reigned, but Julien
thought to himself that if by to-morrow
he had heard nothing from the Princess,
he would send another line to her in
order to learn whether she hud forgot
ten their existence. . He had no need to
write, however, for on the morrow, as
if she had been aware of his thoughts,
she visited them.
"How Zanette has improved," she
cried us she kissed her, "how sweet to
oomc so willingly into my arms."
"She recognizes you," said Julien;
"we show her your postrait every day,
and if she did not love you, we should
be, indeed, unhappy."
"Sometimes one is happier when
there is no love!" murmured . the Prin
cess, as if to herself.
"Alas! Madame, your heart suffers
and mine is pained, for it cannot con
sole you. If only you could look upon
me as a friend!" ' ""
The Princess smiled in rc-ply.
"You do not believe me," continued;
Jnlion. "Your disdainful smile proves
it, but you should not laugh, for no
where will you find greater devotion,
greater fidelity, more respect even of
of the past."
At these words the Princess turned
awnv her head, not, however to hide a
j smile, but to conceal a tear.
"Your intention Is, perhaps, good,"
: she replied, "but there are wounds
which, although closed, are pained even
by a caress."
"Pardon' murmured Julien.
None dared speak. Mme. do Ker
mornas, still preoccupied with the do
sire to know whether Julien was the
. Masly whom her' husband had saved,
i thought that he could not be the oue.
I Zanctte'a childish prattle at last broke
I the silence, and, in order not to leave
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de Kcrmornas remained a few minutes-
longer conversing of commonplace
matters.
X.
Julien was dissatisfied, with, himself;
ke had thought to be eloquent, only to
become ridiculous. A few days after
ward he knocked at the door of the
Kermornas mansion, considering him
self . as , authorized to. return hr call. H
She received him. She was wilting to
permit him to visit her occassionally,"
in the hope of softening his bearish and
bitter nature, and believing that she
owed him a debt of gratitude. With
out daring to admit it, he continued to
hone that ber kindness might develop
itoa higher sentiment The best proofs
of this that can le given are tho follow
ing extracts from Juhen's journal:
10th Felnruary, 187B.
She has been back a month, but I
have seen beronly twice. She seemed to
day more adorable than ever. Shall I
ever see tbe day when I can cause her
ever-present sadness to vanish? 8hs
pretends that everything in her is dead;
but this is an ironipal falsehood, for her
lips, in speaking, contradict her words.
Oh! why am I not a Prince?
ltth February, 1876.
I, a Prince! I must have been mad
yesterday! 1 insult her by thinking a
noble would please her better than I.
For her there are two classes of beings
outside of alt toial rank those who
suffer and those who need not consola
tion. - '
her; I yearn for her consolation, but
she offers me none. When I try to hold
her hand a little longer "than s6ems to
her fit, how imperiously, or, rather,
pitilessly, does she withdraw it!
.'.15th February, 1S7H.
Zanette is one year old to-day. Shall
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ing its arrival in the world. " hv uneon-'.
a. Tons murmurs causing tbe plaintive
cries of her who had given it birth to
sink into alienee? Strange mystery!
Did I desire yon, oh! my baby! when
the happiaewsof Rose and myself con
sisted in our great love?
Now comes that new being, arous
ing in me an incomprehensible and
violent emotion; an interest more
puissant than any other. My power to
maintain it term to grow, bnt before
my child I am powerless! Alas! my
child, what have I given yon? A heart
to suffer, a brain to experience regrets,
and what more? Ton, at least when
you can know and understand, shaU
n t pass throagh the 'ation of my
early years. My ten mesa shall
soften your nature, and ot that dis
gust which surrounded my accursed
youth.
The Princess cannot see things as I
do. One day I was regretting to her
tliat I had consented to chain myself to
Rose, when she raid:
'Whatever bitterness duty brings,
it always gives the satisfaction of
having done it.
That is very wetL bnt what is duty?
Whence iosa it come? Whither does it
lead? When the hazard of existance
decreases your birth, does if lay down
a line of duty? No. not one. Each sen
timent sleeps within us sntil awakened
by the heart.
It is then that the imagination pict
ures certain things better chan others,
snd m line of ducy is laid down, She
told me it was a duty to' marry Rose
and legitimatize ZenettJe but why?
I do nnt love my daughter from a
mere obligation to do so.
As for Rone, if I ever did love fcer, I
do so no longer, and I am bound' forever
to keep her, protect ber and support
her.' She - baa - given- " herself with
priestly sanction, that is slL What
new satisfaction could that afford us?
We are simply saddled with the- duty
of supporting each other forever.
17th February, 1876.
Met my old comrade Alfred X. Think
he did not care to meet me, for he did
manifest a sharp surprise when- I
touched him on the shoulder to force
him to see me.
"It is a long time," said I, "since T
saw you last, old man."
'What! yon, Jnlion?" he replied;
"What are-you doing now? Yon look
well." '
"Better than in 1870, at all events!
Although that is not strange; but not
much richer than then. Not like you,
though: for, to judge by your dress,
yon might bo taken for a lord. You .
mast have been ashamed- to recognize
me!"
"How. can, yon j say that,. .my good
Julien?"
"Those soft ascents change you much,
and the fiery Alfred has disappeared."
"Was I really fiery? I have forgotten.
At any rate, it is a matter of little im
portance, leading to nothing."
"Unless to- victory," 1 answered.
"You seem to have forgotten the days
of our struggles!"
"What song of evil augury are you
singing now?" he replied uneasily.
'Y'-u seem to have forgotten also
your despair at the news of the ap-'
prooch of the government troops," I
persisted, amused at bis embarrass-
ment, "and tile intrepidity with which
you fought at our last barricade."'
"Why: speak of. those regrettable
misdeeds?" he. interrupted.
"Kossel encouraging us, ana your
vow to obey. Win to the death!''
"Kossel! the scoundrel. The wretch!"
"Bravo! Ah, that is the way yon re
nounce your old friends, whom you
were wont to call heroes?"
"My dear Jnlien, in those days we
wore young fanatics, but we were mis
taken!" "Mistaken? What in? We only de
sired to effect by reform immediately
what it has taken years-to accomplish
and if the Commune no longer rules in
name, her doctrines have become laws.
We were persecuted then, and now ap
plauded!" "Alas!" replied Alfred, sententioosly,
"can we deplore it too much,? Yon
have only to took around you to see the
disastrous effects of the- present
course."
' I hardly recognize yon. What gov
ernment position do you fill! bow? You
seem to dread compromising yourselt.''
"I? not much! but I formerly thought
one way, now I speak another." i
"You were perfectly right not to wish
to meet me. for it is plain to me that
the fiery Alfred is about to become Al
fred the turncoat."
(To be Continued.) '
Alliance Tribune: - The ' vitriolic
Ingalls in his pyrotechnic displays be
fore the country with, himself always
as the groat central ligure. was not
more prominout ooforo the country,.
and the subject Of more criticism tban
Senator Peffer has been since he has
been in the senate. In the short time
that Mr. Peffer has boon in the sen
ate he has introduced more practical
economic measures for the boneht ot
the producing classes than can now be
placed to Mr. Ingalls' credit in all - of
his eighteen years' sorvico in the sen
ate. ' W'e stand ready to be x orreeted
if we are mistaken in' this nssoHiou
Comrade of ' the 75th Ohio Wanted.
The Seventy-fifth Ohio Regimental
association decided nt its meeting at
Franklin, Ohio., to admit to lueuiber-
,,,P ? tenuis or of deceased
mers ol tue regiment J apt K.
n moniort,, presioeui oi me association.
presid
is preparing a roster of all the young
Seventy-fifth ho can find. As the
families of deceasotl ; members are. so
scattered,' wilt comrades of the'G.- A.R.
who know oi any such send, their mimes
and addresses to t'apt. & It Monfort.
Cincinnati, Ohio?
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UGLV AND MUCH ABUSED.
Tfc Ca4f An m Last Takaa tp U
Favor f th T4.
It was Shakespeare who wrote,
nearly 300 years ago:
Rweet are the uses of adversity-:
Which like the toad, ngly and venomous,
Wean yet a precious jewel in his bead.
Even the Bard of Avon, with bis
great loving heart seemingly ignored
the virtues of this much-maligned rep
tile, and the greater part of mankind,
with characteristic obtusenees, has ac
cepted his verdict as decisive. But it
seems to me the prejudice is absolute-
1 lv without foundation writ,. Mm-ta
McCulloch in Kate Field's Washing
ton. In tbe first place, it is only to
the careless eye that the toad Is ugly.
In reality, with his somewhat humor
ous mouth which looks at times as
if be were poking sly mental jokes at
you and laughing in bis skin for the
lack of a convenient sleeve his mot
tled coat of wood brown and gray with
here and there a touch of yeilow. and
his weird, sphinx-like eyes, he pos
sesses a fascination as peculiar as it is
delightfuL .
Sir Bufo is a gentleman of regular
although rather dissipated habits, pre
ferring the night .to the day; but ho
can often be found sgsatting under a
protecting loaf or bower of grass, half
napping while the noon-dny beat lasts.
At dunk his fun begins, when be
emerges from the shadow of bis re
treat and hops about in search of a
supper. His appetite is generally
good, bat be likes to be a nit of an
epicure when he has a chance. He
will eat worms, which he crams into
his mouth with hjs queer bony hand,
and swallows whole, but he loves a fly
or a moth much better. He will sit
'quietly- watching while a 'pertinacious
fly buzzes around. Apparently, he- is
dozing, for bis eyes are half closed
and bis sides rise and fall to- the reg
ular beating of his heart; butt sudden
ly you cannot exactly understand
how, for tbe operation is so- rapid
the fly has disappeared, and a scarcely
perceptible motion of our small friend's
throat is the only proof we can obtain
that be has already made his supper.
Toads are a valuable acquisition-to-a
greenhouse; for they are always
ready and pleased to dispose of a bug
or a beetle, and their sudden darts in
variably bring down their prey. They
can be easily tamed, and when otiuo
they find out that no harm is meant
them, their friendliness is extreme. '
There are few things more amusing
than to watch a toad submitting to the
operation of a back-saratching. -: He
wiu at first look somewhat suspicious
ly at the twig which you are advanc
ing toward him. But after two or
three passes down his back his man
ner undergoes a marked change; his
eyes dose with an expression of infin
ite rapture, he plants his feet wider
apart and his body swells out to s ear
ly double its ordinary siza as if to ob- '
tain by these means more room for ;
enjoyment Thus he will remain until ;
you make somo sudden movement
which startles him. or until he has
had as much petting as he wants,
when, with a puff of regretful delight
he will reduce himself to his usual
dimensions and hop away, bent onco
more- on. the pleasures o( the chase.
THE SURLY PORTER.
lhra Vu a Chang In Hia Dmliilnor
lramediatsly. ,t
Two or three gentlemen, including"
among them a director, were traveling
together on the London !fc .North
western line when -the train drew up
at Wig an station.
One of the passengers, ignorant of
the- particular locality, put his head
out of the window, and seeing a porter
passing politely said:
-What station is this, my good.
man?'
"Wigan to bei sure." replied the
porter in a very surly tone
The director, hearing what passed,,
was much annoyed, and. turning to.
his companions, remarked:
This sort of thing will never do
we mnst have more civility on this
line. Will you, ' addressing a gentle
man who bad not yet spoken, "kindly,
put the same question to the porter
when be comes this way?"
Soon the man. appeared, and thai-
gentleman said: Porter, will you be
good enough to tell me the name of
this station?"
"Wigan. to be sure. " raise the an
swer, with a frown, and in a surlier
tone than before.
-Now. " said the director. -I will
speak to him and you will see the
change of his demeanor." .
Conscious of his importance, and of
tbe paralyzing effect it would have on
the railway official, he looked out of
tbe carriage window and pompously
asked: "Porter, what place ino-vthis
be?"
Fiud out you old idiot'." came the
answer that almost took, has breath
away Yankee Blade.
(arrlson's- Courage.
William Lloyd Garrison inherits
ft) any of the characteristics which-dls-
tlnguished his : late- father, the emi
nent abolitionist, especially his out
spoken styloof explaining his vleys.
His letter calling attention to the
abuses tolerated at Harvard college
sounds like tho utterances which
inade the old gentleman so famous.
What a courageous, tenacious ind.i-.
yidual he was! Among my boyhood
recollection none are more keenly re
membered than the - riot of 13.,
which I can never forget. 1 I was . too
young to remember much about the
bitter controversy which resulted in
the great mob known as the "Garri
son riot in Washington street whero
the cod man building now stands. I
sitp.'pose that I am one of the fow Sur
vivors who witnessed the affnir; yet I
distinctly recollect the howling gang
of well Pressed citizens engaged in it.
Many of them 1 saw almost daily in
our streets. They lived to keerily re
gret their participation in the coward
lv transaction. Their names I subse
quently ascertained and their faces I
became familiar with. None of them
are now living Boston Courier.
The Cl Industry. -
The coal industry furnishes employ
ment to'300.00J persons, to whom
fill0.J30a000 Is paid In wages, and the
capital invested is estimated at flUO.-
OOtXOOUi The output of different
states is as follows: Pennsylvania,
nearly 82.0OO.OOD Jons'; Illinois. 13..
000,000; Ohio. . 10.000.000; West Vir
ginia. 7.000,000; Iowa, 4.500.000;
Alabama 4.000,000; Maryland. Indiana.-Kentucky?
and : Missouri, '3,000,-000,-and
Tennessee 2.000, 000. '
Onr list of choice literature is made np of the best and most reliable reform
books, by the most noted writers. If yon want to keep posted on the groat ques
tions before tbe American people you should corault the authorities. JYe name
below a number of the best books published. '
rsPER. CLOTH.
The Railway Problem, by Stlckuey. The greatest eensation of the
year is this great book on the railway problem by a railway
president. Cloth edition has 14 illustrative diagrams .50 $2 00
Jason Edwards, by Hamlin Gtriaad, a new book that should bo
. re id by every Alliancs member inXebrasKa. Dedicated to
the Farmers' Alliance it gives a graphic description ef life in
a pioneer settlement, and the glimpses of city life ara not in the
. lesJt overdrawn, 50
Main Traveled Roads, by Hamlin Garland. Don't fail to read it. . . .50
In Office, Be gy. The latest sensation 25
Dr. Huguet, Donnelly.... 50 125
Caesars Column " 50 125
Whither are W e Drifting, Wil!ey I 25
The Farmers' Side. Senator Peffer of Kansas has in a very careful
and plain manner stated tbe injustice of tbe present methods la
this new book, and outlined plans for relief 1 00
Looking Backward, Bellamy ,.. .50 1 00
Emmet Bonlore, Reed. A new book of engrossing interest by a
popular author .50 1 25
Dri vet: f rem Sea to Sea, Post. A book that should be read by all. .. .50 100
An Indiana Mn, Armstrong. A well told story of a young man who
- 4 entered polities' and what came of it -50- .100
A Kentucky Colonel, Reed. The deepest thinker and the most pro-
(rrnsaivn of nil thfl writers nf hnmnr In thi emintrv is Ooin P. v
r . - - -- - -
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 abundunt supply of new
amunition for the great reform movement .50
A Financial Catechism, Brice. ,50; 1 00
A Tramp in Society, Cowdrey
Richard's Crown, Weaver
The Great Red Dragon,' Woolfblk
Pizarro and John Sherman, Mm Todd
Money Monopoly, Baker
Our Republican Monarchy
Labor and Capital. .20
Ten men of Money Island, Norton. Col. Norton has told his story
' in a way that csnnot fail to interest you, send for a copy 10
Oeld, Shilling. This book should be in the hands of every German
, in the state , 15
Cushing's Manual of Parliamentary Stoles 25 50'
Smith's Diagram and Parliamentary Rales 50
Roberts' Rules of Order. 75
Seven Financial Conspiracies 10
Labor and Alliance Songster; words only 10c each. Per dozen .... 1.10
' ' " ' " " Musioecl. 20c " ' " by ex 2.00
; " " " " board 25c " " " 2.50
Songs of Industry, Howe. In this book the author has given us a
number of entirely new songs, words and mnsio complete, and
Alliances will find it a splendid collection. 20
Any book on the list sent post paid on receipt of price. Liberal discounts to
Alliances wishing to purchase a library.
We are offering The Farmers' Alliance one year, and any 50c book on the
list for ribly $1.35. "Address
ALLIANCE PUB, CO., Lincoln, Neb.
HERM AJST-:-BKOS. ,
WHOLESALE
BRANCH
lOtillM
lis
Caps
BEATRICE, GRAND ISLAND, FALLS CITY,
AUBURN.
Special Attention
PRICES LOW.
1017 0 STREET.
T r! TVT rZZT TT! t t .
Successor to BADGER LUMBER CO.
Wholesale 1 Retail Lumber
TELEPHONE 7O1.
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n& Biiir nii: hi
MANUFACTURERS OF
Pure Hemp Binder Twine
FROM. HOME GROWN FIBER.
We can offer to farmers a better article for less money than,
tney nave ever before Known.
Will ship sample bag and take
Patronize Home Industry.
For further information address Nebraska Binder Twine Co.. Fmrannt. Neb,.
or J. W. Hartley, Alliance Purchasing
Tte Moat Powerful:
('yot tha Simplest i-
to Successfully .Wbtki
M WHXI TO 3Q0 KK.-
.ait
Wood and Steel Mills also Wood and Steel towers.
Our mills are puartinteed to not be excelled bv aay and wo can make you low pricos and
low freight rates. II onr mill shonld blow off the tower or need any repairs within a
year from tho time of sale, we will replace same free f charge.
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YOU USE
WE MAKE
WE SELL
Ml
FOR SALE: 20, 000, 0C0
FEET OF DRY PINE LUMBER ETC., ETC.,
At eur Chicago yard, and mills in JVisconsio. and Minneapolis.
Send us an Itemized Bill for Deli ered Price.
Orders from Farmers' Alliances Solicited. Write us i lor prieeJist.
Address
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GEO. WOODLEY, 242
Mention Tint Kns?ts' Aluxck,
j l
591 1 CO
America, by Lester C. Hub
; 50 12
.50 1 00-
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25
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25
AND RETAIL
HOUSES:
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19ni3 '
to Mail Orders.
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V92.
lodge note payable Oct
Agent, Lincoln, Neb.
T71 A T nT T71 T"i CH
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AND
STOCK MEN.
Tn all localities whnv wn hin nn e.th.
Itshed ag-ents. we wi I soil directly to jou
at prices which will be satisfactory.
Tf yon are nrcdlnp anything in wind
mills, pumps, tank., pipes, eto.. we would
be glad tohav you correspond with us. We
manufacture both
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