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The Autumn Wind. The voice of the autumn wind. As sad as the mourning sea. And It sets astir the chorda Of the harp of memory! It sets the chords astir. And my heart throbs quick again With the old. old thrill of love, With its ecstacy and pain. —Clinton Scollard in Leslie's Monthly. Phantom's Warning About the bread hearth In its cus tomary manner the family had assem bled after the evening meal, and Hen ry Carroll, the city cousin, come to the country to restore failing health, found his first visit into a Kentucky home not so dull as he had anticipated. The conversation lulled. Silence was broken only by the ticking of the clock. Suddenly Carroll heard the faint pit-a-pat of a galloping horse on the frozen turnpike. He walked to the window overlooking the road, and the sharp air bore the sound more clearly to him. “I wonder who that can be, riding so wildly at this time of night?” he asked. "Some drunken fellow going home, 1 suppose,” said Mr. Rankin, indifferent ly, but with a significant look at his wife. "He rides like a wild man!” ex claimed Carroll. “Come here! Look at him! One would think both man and beast were hunted—were fleeing from the devil himself!” Martha ran to the window and gazed for a moment at the fast-disap pearing horseman. "Papa, maybe it's our ghost—‘Rob the rider’—and Aunt Dinah once met.” The mournful bay of foxhounds dis turbed by the hoof beats and the sug gestion of a chase gave her remark a tinge of color. Both Mr. and Mrs. Rankin had kept their seats while the rider passed, and now tried In vain to lift the gloom his appearance had left In passing. Carroll noticed this and half laughingly inquired if Martha’s ghost was a reality. “Not at all; simply a stupid old story of the negroes,” said Mr. Ran kin. He spoke In an unconvincing manner, however, and the fireside group relapsed Into a moody silence. Carroll slept little that night in the great room assigned to him. Among the old pictures on the walls, which he casually looked over as he un dressed, he was struck by a tarnished portrait of a girl who closely resem bled Martha. No name was written on the w'orn gilt frame, but on the dust covered back he found scrawled, “Martha Rankin, 1830.” Even when Carroll put out the light that face stood between him and sleep. Those eyes haunted his brain. So, too, did the flying horseman and the troubled face of his host and the remark of the young Martha. The brilliant, fitful sunlight of a Bpring day strayed into winter was streaming into his room ere Carroll awakened. The refreshing bath and the wholesome smell of the country cleared his head, and he smiled at the foolish fancies of the night. Careless ly he ran down the broad stairs of the itately mansion in a manner calculat ed to startle into life the sweet-faced dames and the starched-collared sol diers of the revolution whose portraits imiled from their gilded frames stud ding the hallway. Martha's remark about Aunt Dinah’s Vhe dim figure of a horieman dash ing Along. ghost remained in Carroll's head, However, and having nothing to do, he strolled out to the cabin to hear her story. It was Aunt Dinah’s favorite yarn, and she unbent with right good will, proud of having the stranger Cousin for a listener. “Good Lawd, honey, an’ you ach shally ain’t heahed dat tale? Miss Martha wuz her name, an’ she loved Mars Rob Gregory, what had a heap o’ fine horses. He hep’ cornin' an’ cornin’ heah ter see Miss Martha twell everybody said dey sho’ would marry. Den dey had a failin’ out an’ he didn’t oome no moah. Miss Martha didn’t let on, but she sartinly did love Mars Rob, an’ kep’ pinin’ an’ pinin’ away twell she wuz nigh ded. One Sunday dey all went to church at de Cross Roads, ’cepen’ her. When dey come back her maw. Miss Ellen, found her on de floah in de parler—ded. She had shot herself in de corner by de He clasped her in his arms and whis pered: “I won’t go home to-mor row.” window, whar she an Mars Rob uster set ‘‘Wall, doan’t jes’ reckelleck, but folks do say Mars Rob died jes’ after. Anyway, he took her death mighty hard, ’cause it wuz his fault, an’ he ought to have made up with her. He uster ride ’bout de country on his big geldin' jes’ like mad. One night I seed him go by heah like all do devils wuz followin’. De nex mawnin’ dey found him by de crick, his big geldin’ standin’ over him. He had shot hlssef in de heart. ”1 dunno, chile, but ever since den dey say Mars Rob ride by heah when sweethearts ob de county fall out. I seed him once when Mars Walker an’ Miss Mary Rogers had dere trubble— but dat’s anuther tale, honey. Any way, folks doan’t come dis away nights no moah.” And so Aunt Dinah rambled on, eager to tell other stories of the past. Carroll kept the incident in his mind for a while, and then let it drop as a darky superstition. He devoted him self to the task of building up his health, going hunting, riding to neigh borhood fox meets, driving Martha to dances and parties, and in other ways filling out the routine of life in the country. In following this social round he found that the chase after health can sometimes be made a cheerful oc cupation, especially with a girl like Martha to help one. One afternoon, as Carroll and Mar tha were returning from town they let their horses take their own pace and settled themselves comfortably back on the buggy seat and listened to the hum of the wheels and drank in the charm of the country. Loosing areamny into Martha s eyes as the carriage rolled homeward, the question, which he had as yet put to himself only vaguely, came to him "Does she like me?” He dared not trust himself to ask as to love. While he was turning about this, to him, startling suggestion, a young farmer of the neighborhood whom Carroll had often imagined to be covertly fond of Martha cantered down the road toward them. He pulled up sharply, bowed to Carroll, and directed to Mar tha a few commonplace inquiries about her family, the crops and the next party to be given. Carroll thought he saw a blush steal over her cheek as the young man talked, and after he had ridden on, half in jest, but a bit in earnest, he asked if that were her sweetheart. The blush mounted high er as she denied it. Carroll unreason ingly and jealously insisted that he was, and finally Martha poutingly suggested that in anv event it was a matter that did not concern him. The clouds had fallen. Carroll had had his question answered. At supper he announced to his host that his health was now fully regained and that an urgent letter from home would take him away the following morning. Mr. and Mrs. Rankin ex pressed regret. Martha coldly said she v as sorry, and continued the meal in silence. That night Carroll retired early to his room, but not to sleep. His pride was deeply hurt, and he was indig nant. Ilo called himself “Idiot!’’ and other pleasant things. “She didn’t have the heart to say she was sorry! Love! Bosh!” Finally, putting on a light overcoat, he started for a walk upon the piko. It was near midnight when he turned again Into the little valley. The full light of the moon w'as obscured by a mist which rose from the river and spread over the valley. The brooding silence of the night was broken now and then by the distant cry of a fox nound, the low neigh of a horse, or the tinkle of a sheep bell. “Claekety - cluck! elaekety - clack! There was borne In on Carroll's ears the distant sound of a galloping horse upon the turnpike. Could It be the phantom of Aunt Dinah's story? “Clackety-elack!” The horse was coming nearer. The forgotten tale sprang vividly Into Carroll's mind, and he felt the chill of the unearthly creep over him. Sweethearts had quarreled! The phantom rider was due! Bang! Crash! Crash! and Carroll saw a wildly speeding horseman flash across the bridge and come up the road toward .him with uncontrolled gait. Carroll, forgetting all of the ini probability of the tale, ran to the road side and tried to scale the stone fence. But It was too high for him to scale in his nervous condition, and he crouched against it, his eyes glued upon the ever-advancing figure. It thundered along. Now it was almost upon him. A vision of a horse of thoroughbred build, ivlth foam flying from its mouth, with flanks heaving, and of a darkly clad rider with gaze fixed ahead, a cloud of dust, a sound of distant hoofbeats, and Carroll, com pletely cowed, fled toward the house. On the veranda he met Martha, strangely pale. He clasped her in his arms and whispered: “I won’t go home to-mor row."—Walter S. Hiatt In New York Times. ARTISTS AND THEIR MODELS. Beauty of Face and Form Are Rarely Found Together. Artists say it is curious but never theless true that beauty of face and form are not often found in ono and the same person. The woman who has an ideal face frequently fails from the standpoint of figure, so that painters are obliged to mjke their ideal figure from half a dozen models. From one will come a beautiful throat or arm or shoulder; from another a perfect back, and so on. Even after that the painter has to Idealize his figure—to throw Into It whatever form of fleeting expression he desires. unce in a while his model gives him unconscious help. The model who posed for Church’s ‘‘Fairy Tale” used to tell of having once stood before the picture at an exhibition, listening to the comments of enthusiastic visitors. They commended the fanciful paint ing, but marveled most of all at the wonderful look which the artist had managed to get into the woman’s face. The model herself was able to enlight en them. “He didn’t have to idealize for that wonderful look,” she said. "I remem ber the day it was painted. I was wondering whether he was going to pay me by the day or the week.” A photographic artist tells this little story of a model. She was a simple, rather shallow, straightforward girl when not at work. When she posed her beautiful, mobile face expressed the most varying emotions. The artist used to wonder if she felt one-quarter of what her expression indicated. His doubts were set at rest one day. After the girl had posed with an exalted as pect that enraptured the artist he waited to hear her deliver some su blime inspired thought. But she mere ly looked up wistfully into his face and said: "Oh, how hungry I am.” The Ringing Roll of ‘‘Dixie.” The old brigade* march Blower now--tha boys who wore the gray— But there’s life an’ battle spirit in a host o’ them to-day! They hear their comrades callin’ from the white tents far away. An' answer with the ringin’ roll of "Dixie!” They feel the old-time thrill of it—the battle plains they see— Again they charge with Jackson, an’ face the tight with Dee; An’ the shoutin’ hills are answered by the thunders of the sea When they rally to the ringin’ roll of ’’Dixie!” The battle-flslds are voiceless—once wet with crimson rain; O'er unknown graves of heroes wave golden fields of grain; But phantom forms—they leap to life, and cheer the ranks again, Far-answering to thu ringin’ roll of "Dixie!'' Beat, drums! the old-time chorus; an' bugles, blow your best; And wave, oh, flags they loved so well, above each war-scarred breast! TUI they vanish down the valley to their last, eternal rest, Still answering to the ringin' roll of "Dixie!" —Frank D. Stanton In Atlanta Consti tution. Believes in Woman Suffrage. Gov. Garvin of Rhode Island has put himself on record as a believer in woman suffrage. In a recent address before the Rhode Island Woman Suf frage association he said: "I think woman suffrage will be adopted 1* Rhode Island and in other New Eng land states. It has been tried in other states and has worked well, and soon er or later It will prevail throughout the Union.” GROVER CLEVELAND HE LOOMS UP AGAIN AS A POS SIBLE NOMINEE. Will the Democrats Bring Forward as Their Candidate the Man Whose Election in 1892 Cost More in Money and Suffering Than the Civil War? The American Economist does not often concern itself with a discussion of the merits of an improbable, much loss an impossible, presidential candi date. However, both the improbable and impossible sometimes liappon, and as no ono man in our history has had a more disastrous influence upon our Industrial life than the subject of this sketch, we propose simply to remind our readers of Grover Cleveland's con tribution to his country's history, and what he would do again, if placed in a position to accomplish his purpose, which, we may add, was not fully ac complished in the first instance. It was decided in 1884 that a roan’s domestic faults need not affect his public life and executive ability. Mr. Cleveland was elected in that year in spite of his shortcomings as a man, and because of his good fortune as a politician. He was elected not be cause of his own strength, but be cause of the weakness of his oppo nent's campaign and the lack of com plete harmony In his opponent’s party. His first administration has left nothing worth remembering, except his message to the Fiftieth Congress in December, 1887. Mr. Cleveland had studied his Cobden club literature well and stated precisely, If not honestly, some of their most important tenets. The message was devoted almost wholly to the tariff and taxation, and its several thousand words can be put merchants know wbat was oefore them. That grim specter, sure to ma terialize in to the evil monster, free trade, which had more than once dev astated onr land and impoverished our people, was bound to come. It mattered not just how soon, or in just what form; we must prepare for it as best we could and take the conse quences—and we did. It was not as bad as Mr. Cleveland would have had it. Mad clean through he would not sign his party's law. But that Gorraan-Wi'son tariff did its work most effectively, and completed the panic and ruinous work begun In Its anticipation. Is there need to recall those awful years? Is there need to repeat the billions of dollars lost, the suffering, the sickness, the sadness that entered almost every home In the land? we are loyal and patriotic enough to add our plaudits to those of the multi tude when cheering an ex president of the United States. We are willing to blur our memory, to wipe ofT the slate and say, “Well, in the light of later events perhaps it was all for the best. We need adversity once in a while; we must learn by experience." And so we find no fault In the hearty greet ing and acclaim given to our rapidly ageing ex-president; but when the mugwump and free trader and politi cian step in and turn patriotism into politics we say No; never again must Grover Cleveland be In power and gain the opportunity to conspire and ruin our country. Once is enough, and though we may condone we must not forget. Far more than the civil war did Grover Cleveland cost oar country In financial loss. More lives were sacrificed through sickness and sorrow, through despair and poverty, through hunger and cold, than by the bullets of the rebellion. If free traders, if mugwumps, if Democrats do not forget, then the pao KIS SERVICES NOT REQUIRED. into two of its sentences as indicating the tenor of the whole. These two sentences follow: “But our present tariff laws, the vicious, Inequitable and illogical source of unnecessary taxation, ought to be at once revised and amended. These laws, as their primary and plain effect, raTfce the price to consumers of all articles imported and subject to duty by precisely the sum paid for such duties. ... Bo it happens that while comparatively a few use the imported articles, millions of our people, who never use and never saw any of the foreign products, purchase and use things of the same kind made in this country, and pay, therefore, nearly or quite the enhanced price which the duty adds to the imported articles.” These are false statements, and Mr. Cleveland knew them to be false, for he could have gone into the open mar ket and bought hundreds of articles at a less price than the duty on simi lar imported articles of no better qual ity. His message defeated him for re election, and a Republican Congress and President thought best to revise tho tariff, and the McKinley law was the result. The effects of that law were marvelous. In May, 1892, Ed ward Atkinson, the noted statistician and free trader, who was in full pos session of his mental faculties at that time, said in the Forum: “There never has been a period in the history of this or any other coun try when the general rate of wages was as high as it is now, or the prices of goods relatively to the wa^es as low as they are to-day, nor a period when the workman, in the strict sense of the word, has so fully secured to his own use and enjoyment such a stead ily and progressively Increasing pro portion of a constantly increasing prod uct.” Such testimony was repeated by the -ommereial agencies, by the President in his message to Congress and "by the whole honest press of the country. And yet Grover Cleveland was again nominated, and, adoption the double dealing tactics of Polk and Dallas In 1844, was elected by a very positive popular and electoral vote. We have not to do now with the methods of that campaign, but with the result. For the first time since the election of Abraham Lincoln In 1860 the three branches of the government were to oe In the hands of the Democratic, free trade party. The very moment that the people, and particularly the com mercial world, realized this there was consternation In every industrial and financial circle. Wise capitalists, ihrewd manufacturers and cautious pie must remember for them. Grover Cleveland must never be President again. He should never even be a candidate, and he ought not to be so much as thought of In that respect.— American Economist. Queer Kind of Wall. Those who regard the Dingley tariff as a Chinese wall will probably revise their opinion when they learn that the Imports into the United States during the twelve months ending Jan. 31, 1903, aggregated 1975,283,637. The Dingley tariff, like all well-drawn pro* tective measures, tends to Increase Im ports rather than diminish them, as, by making the nation prosperous, It enables the people to buy more from foreigners. But while under the stimu lus of a tariff like the Dingley act our Imports are increased, their nature is greatly changed. Instead of Importing manufactured articles ready for con sumption in increasing Quantities, we! Increase our Imports of raw materials from abroad for the use of our Indus tries. Thus, In the calendar year 1902; the manufacturers’ materials imported amounted to $463,000,000, against $248. 000,000 in the calendar year 1896. We also enlarge our takings of manufac tured articles ready for consumption, but our Increasing imports In this clas sification are made up of things which we do not ourselves as yet produce as well as the foreigner, but which we are rapidly learning to turn out as well as he does.—Ban Francisco Chronicle. The Tariff and Banking. The phenomenal Increase In bank deposits and loans since the free trade period can be seen from the follow ing: March 9, 1897 April 9, 1903. Loans .. . .$1.898,009,291 $3,403,217,618 Deposits .. 1,668,219,961 3,168,276,260 Cash . 420,281,615 636,214,834 These deposits are in addition to almost an equal amount in the sav ings banks, and represent the daily balances of merchants and business concerns. They confirm the state ment that we are doing double the business under protection that wo were under free trade. It seems hardly time to revise such a tariff as we are now prospering under, either up or dcwn. It will indeed, be well to let well enovgh alone. Its Beneficiaries. "The tariff is always revised in the interest of its beneficiaries," says Ed itor Bryan. The principal beneficiar ies of the American protective tariff policy are the people of the United States.—Oswego Times. Iowa Farms 34 Par Acre Cash, balance >4 crop till peiil. tlCLU ALL. Sioux City. 1* She Saw Aaron Burr. Mrs. Henry Chadwick of Brooklyn who is 84 years old, tells of seeing Aaron Burr. She is the granddaughtei of Benjamin Botts, who defended Bur* in his trial for treason at Richmond in 1807. Her father owned a farm near Jamaica, L. I., adjoining one owned by Burr. When she saw Col onel Burr he was 77 years old, with ered and bent, but his famous eyes were still black and piercing. Burr died in 183fi. Mrs. Chadwick also knew Chief Justice Marshall well. KEELEY INSTITUTE FOR NE BRASKA. The Great Work It Ha* Done In the Past Twenty Years. More than twenty years ago. Dr. Leslie E. Keeloy made the announce ment that "Drunkenness is a disease and can be cured,” and this state ment has been verified by the fact that the Keeley treatment of the Liquor and Drug habits has restored more than 300,000 men and women to their families and friends and brought hope? and sunshine into that number of blighted lives. The Keeley Institute for the state of Nebraska is located at Omaha, corner of Leavenworth and 19th streets. It is operated under the authority of The Leslie E. Keeley Company, with a member of the com pany’s medical staff as its resident physician, and its remedies, methods and rules are those prescribed by .he origintor, Leslie E. Keeley, M. D.f LL. D., and in use for nearly a quarter of a century. The Omaha Keeley Institute occu pies one of the highest points in the city, only seven blocks from the cen ter. The Institute is a very large resi dence building, thoroughly modern, large verandas and beautiful grounds. In fact there is everything here that those wishing to take the Keeley treat ment could desire, and this is the only Keeley Institute In the state of Nebraska. Any additional informa tion can be had by addressing the Keeley Institute Company, corner of 19th and Leavenworth streets, Omaha, Nebraska. In Poland the standard bearer must be a Hag-Pole. GRBATLY REDUCED RATES Yin AVARASH RAII.HO AD. Relow Is u partial list of the many naif rates offered via the Wuhush Rail road. Atlanta. On., and return.132.10 Sold July nth, 6th and 7th. Indianapolis, lnd., and return ... $19.40 Sold June 7th, 8th. »th, 13th and 14th. St. Louis, Mo., and return.J13.50 Sold June 16th and 17th. Boston. Mass., and return.$31.75 Sold June 24th. 25th and 26th. Boston. Mass., and return.$33.75 Sold June 30th to July 4th. Saratoga. N. V.. and return.$32.20 Sold July 4th and 5th. Detroit, Mich., and return.$21.00 Sold July 14th and 15th. Baltimore. Md.. and return.$32.25 Sold July 17th and 18th. Baltimore, Md., and return.$32.25 Sold Slept. 17th, 18th and 19th. All tickets reading over the Wabash are good on steamers In either direc tion between Detroit and Buffalo without extra charge, except meals md berths. Long limits and slop jvers allowed. Remember tills Is “The World's Fair Line.” Go this route and view the grounds. For folders and all Information, ad dress HARRY E. MOORES, G. A. P. D., Omaha, Neb. The Real Cause of the Trouble. A negro preacher down south has discovered the real cause of the re cent volcanic disasters. He says: ‘‘De earf, my frien's, resolves on axles, as we all know. Somefln’ Is needed to keep the axles greased; so when de earf was made, petrlyum was put in side for dat purpose. De Standard O# comp’ny comes along an’ strax dat petrolyum by borin’ holes In de earf. De earf stlx on Its axles an’ won’t go round no more; den dere Is a hot box, just as ef de earf wuz a big railway train—-and den, my frlen’, dere is trouble.” His Heart Out of Place, With a heart displacement of four inches downward and one inch to the left Thomas Hoben, aged 45, of In dianapolis, still lives, but his death may result at any time. Hoben was examined by members of the faculty of the medical college of Indiana, whc term his ailment aortic regurgitation. The normal position of the human heart Is one Inch to the right of tht fifth intercostal space. Hoben’s hear! shows by examination that the apex beat is four Inches below and one inch to the left. It is believed this pecu liar ailment Is the result of overwork In a rolling mill. A severe shock al any time would undoubtedly product Instant death. Medical experts say that there are a few cases of hearl displacement of such extent as th« case of Hoben. A Cure for Dropsy. Eedgwick, Ark., June 22d.—Mr. W. S. Taylor of this place says: “My little boy had Dropsy. Two doctors—the best la this part of the country—told me he would never get better, and to have seen him anyone else would have said they were right. His feet and limbs were swollen so that he could not walk nor put on his shoes. “Wnen the doctors told me he would surely die, 1 stopped giving him their medicine and began giving aim Dodd’s Kidney Pills. I gave him three pills a day and at the end of eight days the swelling was all gone, but as I wanted to be sure, I kept on with the pills for some time, gradu ally reducing the quantity, till finally I stopped altogether. “Dodd’s Kidney Pills certainly saved my child’s life. Before using them he was a helpless invalid in hts mother’s arms from morning till night. Now he is a healthy, happy child, running and dancing and singing. I can never express our gratitude. "Dodd’s Kidney Pills entirely cured our boy after everybody, doctors and all, had given him up to die.” An Irish physician says that a man never begins to take care of his health until after he loses it.
