"THE RRESS."
What Wil! M. Maupin Had to Say About the Ctcr
nal Fitness of Things.
The following js the response of Will M. Maupin of the
World Herald to the toast: "The Press" at the Oinaha
Jacks? n Club banquet:
"Mr. Toast master ami Fellow De
feated: It ia with fear and trembling
that I undertake the task tonight of
responding to this toast a toast that
fehould find response from more elo
quent lips than mine. The toast to
"The I rcss" should be responded to bv
one whose pen is a recognized factor
in public affairs and whose words of
warning and of admonition are worthy
the attention of parly leaders and
party workers.
"Like the toast, 'The Ladies, Cod
Bless 'Km,' the toast to 'The Tress,'
is often drank without realizing its
solemnity and without grasping the
immensity of the power thus-honored.
It has become a matter of custom rath
er than a matter of choice to have a
toast to 'The Press' upon nu intellect
ual biil-of-farc, and because of its coin-
tuonness men seldom pause to weigh its
lull meaning.
'Oftentimes I think this toast is
looked upon much like the to;st of
fered by the man at the stag dinner:
'To Our Wives and Sweethearts;. May
They Never Meet.' I fear that among
politicians the toast to 'T.'io Tress' is
often looked upon Home thing like this:
To the Tress. May It Whoop Things
Up During the Campaign, and Cod
Help the Editor Between Times '
"Tolitical partiesand politicians owe
everything to the party press. The
party press owes nothing to the poli
tician, and nothing to the party save
when it stands by time-tried and test
ed prinoiplcs. The party press owes
allegiance only to party principles,
and should designing politicians lead
the party astray for the purpose of
temporary dggrandizment, the party
press should be and ever is found ready
to oppose the surrender of principle
for pelf.
Traitor Of the rra.
"Of course there are exceptions to
this rule. One-twelfth of the apostles
was bad. Hut here the analogy ceases,
for the apostolic one-twelfth went out
and hanged himtelf for very shame at
having betrayed the master but the
party paper that has sold Itself for sor
did gold or temporary favor boasts of
its political honesty and demands a re
organization of the party.
"The press is the greatest power for
good or evil in the world today. In
the hands of upright, honest and able
men it is the greatest weapon for good
known to mankind In the hands of
dishonest and designing men it be
comes a power for evil that leaves the
devil nothing to desire.
"The honest press is feared by ty
rants and its help sought by political
mountebanks masquerading as men
desirous of benefitting mankind in gen
eral. J he honest press has elected
congresses, and been sorry for it after
wards. The dishonest press has de
feated presidential candidates who
stood for right and justice and human
liberty, and tlccieu candidates who
could not distinguish the differeuee be
tween 'plain duty' and 'criminal assim
ilation.' The liouest press denounces
the Napolonic financier who engineers
a bond issue for the benefit of multi
millionaires, while the dishonest press
magnifies the awful crime of a man
who steals a loaf of bread to keep wife
and little ones from starvation. We
hear much of 'yellow journalism' these
day. That has become a common ex
pression and is used by many as a term
of reproach. Itut it ts a compliment.
'Yellow journalism' does things, while
'conservative journalism' only imag
ines things. 'Yellow journalism' de
manded a vindication of justice and hu
manity, while the 'conservative jour
nalism' of the land urged delay and
trembled lest stocks be depreciated,
begging that the blood of the Ameri
can slain to be looked upon as merely
an incident in our national life. 'Yel
low journalism has pulled the mask
from the face of political hypocrisy
and revealed sordid selfishness iu all its
hideous forms of ship subsidies, protec
tive tariffs and New Jersey organiza
tions. Oue of the litest and best com
pliments to 'yellow journalism' was to
materially assist In preventing this re
public from becoming a feif of Creat
Britain 1- the adoption of a treaty as
drawn by the British minister at Wash
iugton and humbly accepted by 'Lit
tle Breeches,' who should never have
Irtrcn allowed to doff his infantine
knickerbockers.
The Country J'rraa.
"It in too oftn the case that those
who propose the toast to "Hie Tress'
think only of the nietropolitan news
papers. This Is an error that should
be rectified, liecause of its advantag
eous position the metropolitan press
is the ammunition factory, hut the
country press is the Catling, the Nor
denfelt, the Maxim or the rapid-fire
rifle thai shoots the ammunition thus
prepared Into the ranks of the common
While the Dew congress will bn even
mora Urge republican than the old
and quite as unsound In political doc
trine, It li likely to be mora sensitive
to popular opinion than the expiring
remnant, and It has been made very
manifest that popular opinion does
not sustain the principles of subsidies
and bounties. This matter was kept
carefully in the background during
the campaign, and wben the triumph
ant Hanna brought It forward after
the election as though he had received
a mandate to do what he pleased It
waa noon recognised that the country
would sat kara It
enemy and routs him horse, foot and
dragoons or rather, to speak more
exactly, routs the enemy, frylngpan,
subsidy anil coercon.
"That is, of course, sometimes. Oc
casionally the ammunition falls short
aud the gunners must fall back. Oc
casionally, as the last election demon
strated, the enemy of self-government,
liberty and justice is encased in armor
plate at SMriO a ton and 50 per cent pro
lit, anil supported by platoons and bri
gades of corporations, trusts and of
ficeholders, thus defeating the hosts of
justice aud liberty. Itut,
"Truth crushed to earth, will rise
again
' And throw the load from oft her
back;
While error, wounded, writhes in pain
And vainly calls to .Mark and Mack.
"The press is a wonderful institu
tion. Toets have, tuned their lyres
and sung their songs of admiration
and adoration. Politicians have tuned
their liars same pronunciation, but
different orthography and eloquently
sung tue praises of the man behind
the pen.' Itut ere the echoes of the
poet's song have died away he has
cursed the editor for refusing to print
his poetic slush, and while the politi
cian is still red in the face from his
exertions to make the editor feel good,
he rises and proposes the toast, 'The
Tress, Cod Bless It,' with a striking
change in tre vert).
"The politician has slaped the editor
upon the back and told him he is a
good fellow, then stolen the editor's
best thoughts and mounted the stump
to preach th m as his own.
"The editor is always 'it' during the
campaign and too often 'nit' after the
campaign.
j ne cniei end or man is to praise
Cod and glorify him forever. The
chief end of the editor is to boost poli
ticians into office and beg for cord-
wood on subscription.
"The chief occupation of the party
editor is to elect men to oflice and
apologise for it afterward.
"The editor's chief pleasure is to
spin the linen and make the purple,
and then see others wear it while he
hustles up enough delinquent sub
scribers to get his 'patent insides' out
of the express office.
"The editor blushes with conscious
pride when the politician pats him on
the bock and compliments him upon
an editorial leader, but the editor's
family eat when the politician pays
his subscription.
"The editor swells out his chest
when told that he surely elected John
Jones county sheriff, but he puts pota
toes in his cellar and coal in his bin
when .Sheriff Jones gives him the sale
notices to publish."
Dcworntfy'a Ureal IVmiMifl.
"My friends, the greatest weapon i-
the hands of democracy is its able and
fearless press, but the weapon must
be sharper in other places than its ap
petite. It must be recognized and
supported. Few politicians seek an
oflice that ha no salary attachment,
yet it is too often the case that they
expect the editor to fight the party's
battles without money and without
price, relying upon Providence, for
help and individual exertion for bread.
The party press to be effective must be
well supported. It is the first to feel
the effects of hard times and the lust
to feel the effects of returning prosper
ity. It is always on the firiug line.
While politicians ore in the hospital
for repairs or fattening nt the public
crib, the party press in its khaki uni
form, is in the field skirmishing to
beat back the enemy or to outflank it
and capture the works.
"Tho party pre Is never discour
aged. Though often repulsed it is
never defeated. In my mind'a eye 1
can see tonight the grand army of
democratic newspapers, repulsed for a
time but still stout-hearted and wil
ling, reforming its lines and fixing
bayonets for the great charge of 100-'.
It failed a few months ago In its efforts
to elect to the highest office In the re
public tho greatest leader, the ablest
statesman and the most unselfish pat
riot of his time and generation, but H
never for a moment lost heart. It
failed in its desperate struggle to plant
again upon the battlements of the
republic the standards of liberty and
justice, but, although beaten back, It
still holds the standards high aloft and
has kept them free from tho stains of
coercion, bribery and Injustice.
"It was a sore repulse, my friends.
Hut what of tho victory won by the
enemy? When Charles of Sweden was
congratulated upon a dearly bought
victory he looked out over the battle
field tilled with his dead and dying,
and with irnti in his eyes exclaimed:
Haitian) and Hunted.
Philadelphia Timet,
Copying our Rooseveltian style of
dubbing the Filipinos Malay pirates,
our liritish cousins across the water
are demanding that the boer guerrillas
must be hunted down. This serves to
fire the liritish heart at home, but it
dorsn't seem to have made much Im
pression on the boer guerrillas in
south Africa. In point of fact, the)
have recently displayed an inclination
to do the hunting themselves, with
more success than their liritish oppo
nents care to admit
'Truly a great victory, but another
one like it will ruin ub forever.'
"The men who achieved the victory
of last November, as they look out
over the field strewn with the ruins of
small industries, the sorely wounded
forms of liberty nnd justice and the
wrecks of individual enterprise, can
well exclaim, with Charles of Sweden:
'Truly a wonderful victory, but an
other one like it will ruin the republic
forever.'
J'recuriiPr of Victory.
'"It was a humiliafino' reoulse. mv
fiiei ils, but it presages a glorious vic
tory when next we marshal our forces
and go forth to battle. I do not como
here tonight with sackcloth and ashes
hidden beneath the mockery of a dress
suit and a dirge sounding in my ears.
I como with a heart, full of hope and
the music of rejoicing promised for
the future. We are indeed passing
through the valley of humiliation, but
we see before us no abyss of eternal
disaster. The way is dark and the
path is rough, but just ahead is a glim
mer of light that tells us that justice
still lives and that right will again
rule. And so we prcs forward with
the knowledge that where the light is
are the plains of eternal truth and
justice, where we shall plant the vic
torious standards of democracy and
again rally the world around liberty,
and f ec government.
"And through this dark valley which
now we tread the democratic press is
guiding the undismayed hosts of dem
ocracy. Undaunted and unafraid it
still holds on high the truths written
into the Declaration of Independence
by Thomas Jefferson and shot into
British red -coats by Andrew Jackson
from behind the cotton bales at New
"When these truths are again a
working, vital force in tho affairs of
the- nation tho democratic press will
herald tho glad news abroad to all
lands, and this republic will again be
the Mecca of the free and the guiding
star of all those who seek liberty.
The flag will again be greeted by men
whose eyes brighten at the sight of its
waving folds, instead of by men whoso
ey s see it and fill with tears for lost
aspirations and betrayed confidences.
When that glad day comes the vultures
of greed and forco will seek their
rocky fastnesses of despair to prey
upon one another, and the breath of
life will be breathed into the forms of
dead industries, the wounds of liberty
and justice will be healed and individ
ual enterprises will stand upon its
feet and bo strong for the race be
fore it.
"My friends, that glad day is close
at hand. The first rosy glints of its
dawning are already painting red tho
horizon of the future. Soon the sun
shine of universal prosperity will
drive i.way the gloom of trust glut
tony and corporation vapacity.
"To the democratic press I drink a
toast: Cod give it strength to run the
race, to fight the fight and win th,
victory. And when the victory is
achieved, let the democratic press be
remembered in the proclamation of
thanksgiving!"
The candidates for United States sen
ator are on edge these days. It is get
ting pretty close to the time when each
must disclose his hand, and let the
other fellows see whether they hold a
royal, straight flush, or whether they
were just simply bluffing.
Mr. Ceorge I). Meiklejohn has every
thing in readiness to save himself from
drowning just when the contest gets
darkest. He has a large assortment
of robes de nuit, and plenty of cosmo-
line and matches.
The Jacksonian club banquet in
Omaha was, from all reports, a grand
success. Democracy is not dead nor
will it perish. It has living principles.
and will live because of such.
Mr. Lodge of Massachusetts devoted
one whole day in the senate recently
trying to convince the rest of the so
lons that an army of KIQ.O'K) would not
be a menace but a blessing.
When the people get over the idea
that the present only must be provided
against, then there may come the
time when solwr judgment will bo
hearkened to.
Reorganization? Oh yes, we have
heard somebody use that word. His
name was Crover.
Tho word is forward, march, to vic
tory on tho platform of Kansas City.
There will bo no turning back by
tho Itryan democracy.
Ifarrlaon Not In l.lno.
Dm Moines f-emler.
The speech made by Ceneral Harri
son at Indianapolis on Monday night
recalls those happy addresses which ho
delivered during the summer of IHHS
and which convinced the republicans
of the country that no mistake had
been made in the oho ice of standard
bearer, llenjarain Harrison, although
for a long timo forced to endure the
glbo of grandfather's hat, is now gen
erally acknowledged to ho tho ablest
living republican. It is therefore an
event not to be belittled that he has
turned his face squarely against the
colonial policy of the present republi
can administration.
A Froblraa of th Century.
Savannah News.
How to make the rich bear the bur
dens of government In proportion to
their wraith and induce them to dis
charge obligations they owe to society
Is a problem that is awaiting solution.
Its importance Is not being overesti
mated by those who are railing atten
tion to It. It is a problem that cannot
be put aside. It will have to bn solved,
and with each year of tho new century
the necessity for Its solution will be
coins nor Imperative.
T5he Bondneo
Dy HALL
He had hailed a passing boat to run
him ashore, and it was one of the
light skiffs with the double prow that
the boys of Iceland use when they
hunt among the rocks for eggs and
down of the elder duck. Such, Indeed
though so late iu tho season, had that
day been the work cf the two lads
whose boat he had chanced upon, and
having dropped down to their sidi
from the whaler with his few belong
ings his long coat of Manx homespun
over his arm, his seaman's boots across
his shoulders, his English fowling
piece In his hand and his pistol in his
belt he began to talk with them of
their calling as one who knew it.
"Where have you been working, my
lads?" said Jason.
"Out on Engy," said the elder of the
boys.
"Found much?"
"Not today."
"Who cleans It?"
"Mother."
And at that a frown passed over
Jason's face in the darkness. Tho
boys were thinly clad, both were bare
legged and barefooted. Plainly they
were brothers, ono of them being less
than twelve years of age, and the
other 83 young as nine.
"What's your father?"
"Father's dead," said the lad.
"Where do you live with your
mother?"
"Down on the shore yonder, below
the silversmith's."
"The little house behind the Mis
sions, In iront of the vats?"
"Yes, sir, do you know about It?"
"I was born in it, my lad," said
Jason Badly, and ho thought to him
self, "Then the old mother is dead."
But he also thought of his own
mother, and tier long years of worse
than widowhood. "All that has yet to
be paid for," he told himself wtlh a
cold shudder, and then ho remembered ,
mat he had just revealed himself.
"See, my lads," he said, "hire is a
crown for you, and say nothing of
who gave It you."
The little Icelandic capital twinkled
low at the water b edge, and as they
jino near to it, Jason saw that there
vas a flare of toreUilgnts and open
dres, wuh darK liguies moving buoily
before the glow where he looked for
the merchant stores that had laced
the sea.
"What's this?" he asked.
"The fort that the new governor is
throwing up," said the boy.
Then through a number of smacks,
tatnn schooneis, a brig, a coal hulk
und many small boats, they ran in at
the little wooden jetty that forked out
over a reef of low rocks. Ana mere
Home idlers who sat on casks under
the lamp with their hands in their
pockets and their skin caps squashed
down on their foreheads seemed to
recognize Jason as he landed.
"Lord bless me," said one, with a
look of terror, "it's the dead come to
life again."
"God a-mercy me," said another,
pausing with his snuff at his nose, "I
could have sworn I fetched him a dead
man out of the sea."
Jason knew them, but before they
had so far regained their self-command
as to hail him, he had faced
about, though eager to ask any ques
tions, and walked away, "Belter not,"
he thought, and huriied on.
He took the High Street towards the
Inn, and then an irregular alley that
led past the lake to a square in front
of the Cathedral, and ended at a little
house of basaltic blocks that nestled at
its feet, for it was there ho meant to
lodge. It had been tho home of a
worthy couple whom he had known in
the old days, caretakers of the Ca
thedral, and his mother's only friends
ia her last days. Old and feeble and
very deaf that had both been then,
and as he strode along in the dark
ness he wondered if ho should find
th.'tn still alive. He found them as
lie nad left them; not otherwise chang
ed than if the five years of his absence
had been but five hours. The old man
was still at the hearth chopping up
some logs of driftwood, and the old
woman was still at the table Ironing
her linen by the light of a rush candle.
With uplifted hands and cries of won
derment they received him, and while
ho supped on the porridge and skyr
that (hey set before film they talked
and questioned.
"And where have ycu been this
many a day?" said tho old man.
"In England, Scotland, Denmark
many places," said Jason.
"Well they've burled you these four
yeurs and better," said the old man,
with a grimace.
"U)T( bless me, yes, love; and a
cross over your grave too, nnd your
name on It," said the old woman, with
a look of awe.
"Who did that?" said Jason.
"Jogen Jorgensen," wild the old man,
grinning.
"It's next to your mother's, love.
He did that, too, for when he heard
tnat she was gone he lepented," said
tin old woman.
"It's no good folks repenting when
their bad work's done and done with,"
said the old man.
"That's who 1 gay. There's them
above thnt won't call it repenting. And
see what has come of it," said the old
woman.
"What?" said Jason.
"Why, he has gone. Didn't you
know, love?" said tho old woman.
"How gone?" said Jason. "Dead?"
"Worse illsgraced- ,-r,ven out of
Ireland," said the old man.
Then an ugly smllo crossed Jason's
face. "It Is the beginning," he
thought.
"But tho old mother Is dend, is ahe
not!" he said aloud.
"four father's mother? Old Mother
Orr.uwin?" said the old woman.
"ro such luck," tho old man mut
tereJ. "Comes to service every morn
ing, the old sinner."
"Jut there's another family living
In i"r house," said Jason.
'Oh, that's because shes past her
wak, and the new Oovernor keeps
K
Continued
Story.
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her," said the old man. "No news of
your father, though," he added, with
a shrug, and then there was a silence
for some minutes.
"Poor Rachel," said the old woman,
presently. "Now there was a good
creature. And, bless me, how she waa
wrapped up in her boy! I was just
like that when I had my poor little
Olaf. I never had but one child
neither. Well, my iad," she said,
dropping her flat iron and raising her
apron, "you can say you had a good
inotht'r anyhow."
Jason finished his supper and went
out into the town. All thoughts, save
one thought, had been banished from
his mind. Where was this Michael
Sunlocks? What was he? How was
he to bo met with? "Better not ask,"
thought Jason. "Wait and watch."
And so he walked on. Dark as was
the night, he knew every step of the
way. The streets looked smaller and
meaner than he remembered them, and
yet they showed an unwonted anima
tion. Oil lamps hung over many si-alls,
the stores were still open and people
passed to and fro In the little busy
throngs. Recalling that heavy quiet
of that hour of the night five years
ago, Jason said to himself, "The town
has awakened from a long sleep.'
To avoid the glaring of prying eyes,
he turned down towards the bridge,
passing the Deanery and the Bishop's
Palace. There the streets were all but
quiet as of old, the windows showed
few lights, and the monotonous c :rnc
Oi the sea came up through the si
lence from the iron-bound shore. Yet,
even there, from two house, there were
sounds of work. These were the Lat
in school and the Jail. In the school
a company of students was being
drilled by a sergeant, whose words of
command rang out in the intervals of
suflling feet.
"What does this mean?" said Jason
t.i a group of young girls, who, with
shawls over their heads, were giggling
together In the drakness by the gate.
"It's the regiment started by the new
Governor," said one of the girls.
"The new Governor again," thought
Jason, and turned away.
From the jail there came a noise
as of carpenters hammering.
"What are they doing there?" said
Jason to a little tailor, who passed
him on the stree at that moment with
his black leg on his back.
"Turning the jail Into a house for
the new Governor," said the tailor.
"Again the new Covernor," said Ja
son, as he strode on by the tailor's
side. "A stirring fellow, whoever he
may he."
"That's true, young as he is," said
the tailor.
"Is he tnen so young," said Jason,
carelessly.
tour or five and twenty, hardly
more," said tho tailor, "but with a
headpiece fit for fifty. He has driven
those Danish thieves out of old coun
try, with all their trick and truck
wny, you eouldn t call your bread
your own no, nor your sour neither.
Oh, a Daniel, sir, a young Daniel.
He's too be married soon. She's stay
ing with the old Bishop now. They
say she's a foreigner."
"Who?" said Jason.
"Why, his wife that is to be," said
the tailor. "Good-night, sir," he cried,
and turned down an alley.
Then Jason remembered Greeba and
the hot blood tingled in his cheeks.
Never yet for an instant had it come
to him to think that Michael Sunlocks
and the new Governor were the same
man, and that Greeba and his bride
were one. But, telling himself that
she might even then bo in that little
town, with nothing but the. darkness
hiding him from her right, he shud
dered at the near chance of bei"rg dis
covered by her, and passed on by the
river towards the sea. Yet, being alone
there, with only the wash of the waves
for company, he felt his great resolve
begin to pall, as a hundred questions
rose to torment him. Suppose she
were here, and they were to meet,
dare he after all do that? Though
she loved this man, could he still do
that? Oh, was it not terrible to
think ofthat he should cross the
seas for that?
So, to put an end to the torture of
such questionings, and escape from
himself, he turned back from the
Bhore to where the crowds looked
thickets in the town. He went as
he came, by the bank of the river,
and when he was crossing the bridge
somo one shot past him on a horse.
It was a man, and he drew up sharp
ly at the BiHhop's Palace, threw his
reins over the pior of the gate, and
bounded Into the hoitse with the
light ifoot that goes with a light
heart. "Tho new Covernor," thought
Jason, though he had seen him only
as a shadow. "Who Is he, I wonder?"
he thought again, and with a sigh
for his own condition within sight
of this man's happiness ho pushed
henvlly along.
Hardly had he got back into the
town when he was seen and recog
nized, for with a whoop and a spring
and a jovial oath a tipsy companion
of former days came sweeping down
upon him from the open door of a
drlnklng-shop.
"What? Jason? Bless my soul!
Como In," the fellow cried, embrac
ing him; and to avoid the curious
gar.o of tho throng that had gathered
on the pavement Jason allowed him
self to ho led Into tho house,
"Well, God save us! 8o you're
bark! But I heard you had come.
Old John Olafsson told us. He was
down at the Jetty. Hoys," the fellow
shouted to a little company of men
who sat: drinking In tbe hotel par
lor, "he's another Lazarus, came back
from the dead."
"Here's to his goot hcalt, den,"
said a fat Dutch captain, who sat on
the hearth, strumming a fiddle to tune
ft
And while the others laughed and
drank, a little deformed dwarf In a
corner with an accordion between his
twisted Angers began to play and
sing. i
"This is the last thing that should
have happened," thought Jason, and
with many excuses he tried to elbow
his way out. But tbe tipsy comrade
held him while he rattled on:
"Been away foreign, eh? Married
since? No? Then the girls of old
Iceland are best, eh? What? Yos?
And old Iceland's the fairest land tho
sun shines upon, eh? No? But,
Lord bies3 me, what a mess you made
of It by going away just when you
did!"
At that Jason, while pushing his
way thought, turned about with a
look of inquiry.
"Didn't know it? What? That
after the mother died old Jorgen went
about looking for you? No? Want
ed? Whq, to make a man of you,
boy. Make you his son and the like
I of that, and not too soon either. And
when ho couldn't fine you he took
up with Michael Sunlocks.
"Michael Sunlocks?" Jason repeat
ed, in a distant sore of voice.
"Just so; this precious new gover
nor that wants to put down all th
drinking." i j
"Yes. Put your nose out, boy; for
that was the start of his luck."
Jason felt dizzy and under the hard!
tan of his skin his face grew white
"You should know him, though..
No? Well, after old Jorgen had quar
reled with him, everybdoy said 'hei
was a kind of bastard' brother of
yours."
The reeking place hai got hotter
and hotter. It was now stilling, and!
Jason stubled out Into the street.
Michael Sunlocks was the new gov
ernor, and Michael Sunlocks was
about to be married to Greeba. Thricet
had this man robbed him of his bless-
ing, standing in the place that ought
to have boen his; once with his fa-i
ther, once with Greena, and ' one
again with Jorgen Jorgenseri.
He tried to reckon it all up, but
do what he would he could not keepj
his mind from wandering. The truthj
had fallen upon him at a blow, and
under his strong emotions his facul
ties seemed to be slain in a moment.!
He felt blind, and deaf, and unable'
to think. Presently, without knowing
where he was going, but impelled by
some blind force, and staggering
along like a drunken man, be found
himself approaching tne Bishop's Pal
ace. "He is there," he Uought; "the man
who has stood in my place all his
days: the man who has stripped me,
of every good thing In life. He la
there, in honor, and wealth, and hap
piness; and I am here, a homeless
outcast in the night. Oh. that I could
do it now now now!"
But at that he remembered that he
had never yet seen Michael Sunlocks,
to know him from another man. "I
must wait," he thought. "I must go
to work cautiously. I must see him
first, and watch him."
The night was then far spent to
wards midnight; the streets had
grown quiet, the lights of the town
no longer sent a yellow glare over
the grass-clad housetops, and from
a quiet sky the moon and stars
shone out
Jason was turning back toward his
lodgings when he heard a voice that
made him stand. It was a woman's
voice singing, and it came with the
undertones of some string instrument
from the house in front of him. After
a moment he pushed the gate open
and walked across the little grass plat
until he bepame beneath the only
window from which a light still
shone. There he stopped and listened,
laying his hand on the sill to steady ,
himself.
(To be Continued.)
A Weftt Pointer aa a Diplomat.
Arthur Sherburne Hardy, our new
minister to Switzerland, is a graduate:
of West Point. He served in the Third'
artillery, traveled mucn, studied in,
France, waa professor of civil engineer
ing at Iowa college and Dartmouth,
and wrote several successful novels and'
textbooks.
Slsrabec's Flrnt Thoneht,
Captain Sigsbee, who commanded the
warship Maine when she was blown up
in Havana harbor, was recently asked
what was his first thought on realizing
what had occurred. "To tell the-
truth," said the captain, "my first
thought was what will the newspa
pers say at home?"
Tlia qulre Fined Hlmaelr.
John Hartman, justice of the peace
at Millville, N. J., got into a wordy
war with some visitors at his office and
used language of the sulphurous va
riety. After the fuss was all over he
asked the mayor for a warrant for bis
own arrest on the charge of disorderly
conduct. "I caught myself redhanded."
ho said, "and why shouldn't I pay a
fine like any other honest citizen? I'm
an honest man, even if I am Justice
of the peace." A small fine was Im
posed.
A Little City In One Building.
The dally population of the Equit
able building in New York Is 3,100,
and the mail averages about 18,000
pieces a day. Every forty-flve minutes
mall wagons run over from the post-
office and carry hack with them seventy-five
pounds of outgoing mail.
Vermont Tanlaon.
There were 111 doer killed In Ver
mont during the open season, which
ended November 1. tast year ninety
were reported killed In the brief ten
days' season allowed, and In 1898,
when tbe open season extended
throughout October, 130 were killed.
To Teat KlacMoa Laws.
Money Is being subscribed, chiefly
in Boston, Mass., to test In tbe su
preme court of the United States the
constitutionality of the election lawa
In Ix)tilsiana and North Carolina,
which practically disfranchise the
negroes of the two states. The total
expense Is expected to be about 16,000.
Uaorfla'a Baal Daaghtara.
Georgia has within Its borders four
known real daughters of the American
Revolution, they being Mrs. Ollna T.
Way, Mrs. Martha Penn Rodgers, Mrs.
Oliver P. Berry and Mrs. Mary Bibb
Hall, each tbe daughter of a sotdUf
who fought in the Continental arajr
during tbe Revolutionary war.
