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characteristic grace at the republican congressional convention at
Nebraska City. He contrived to secure more credit and applause
out of his own defeat and the nomination of Judge Strode than any
body else in the state, under like conditions, could have done.
When a man once makes up his mind to accomplish a certain
thing and then keeps everlastingly at it he generally achieves his
purpoee-a rule to which the late James G. Blaine was a conspicuous
exception. Judge Strode, considerably more than two years ago,
fixed his attention on a certain seat in congress and he determined
to get into that seat From that time until last Thursday when he
finally received the nomination at Nebraska City that assures his
election as the successor of Mr. Bryan, he never lost sight of his
purpose. Allen W. Field was nominated two years ago; but Strode
wasn't discouraged. He kept at it, and now he is going to knock
down his ambition's desideratum. Judge Strode isn't a man of fiery
eloquence neither is be possessed of a smile like that which has brought
so much profit to Mr. Bryan; but if in actual service, proper repre
sentation of his district, he does not accomplish far more than the
little god of free silver, it will be more than passing strange. It
might be added that to do this, Judge Strode will not have to exert
himself overmuch.
"George Mandeville's Husband," by C. E. Raimond, is a light
novel not calculated to pleaBe that class of women who talk of
woman's sphere, and who believe in having a "mission"
or an object in life. The author evidently believes in the type of
womanhood that beautifies and ennobles the home life, which is after
all, the most important, retaining in all their original charm the dis
tinctively feminine graces, qualities that invarably suffer in the
woman who is in pursuit of a mission. It may be that in his repug
ance for those energetic women who have set in to reform litera
ture and art and society, he goes to the other extreme; but there are
many who will agree with him, if indeed the author is a man, which
seems probable, that a woman's highest calling, and first duty is to
be womanly.
George Mandeville's husband who suffers much through the ener
getic course pursued by his wife, is alarmed at symptoms of a desire
"to do something" in his daughter, their only child, and earnestly
pleads with her not to go in for any of the things which women in
these days find so attractive; his only desire is that she may remain
a woman, and fulfill what was until recently woman's sole mission.
He tells hiB daughter that no woman was ever great in the true
sense of the word; that no women ever wrote a great book or painted
a great picture or gave the world a new idea. If it was intended
that women should do these thiugs they would, he contends, have
distinguished themselves centuries ago. The daughter then cites
George Eliot, but George Eliot, he says, was three parts man, and he
gives her very little consideration.
In "Perlycross," R. D. Blackmore's latest novel which has met
with a markedly favorable reception, the author depends largely
upon his skill in portraying homely English life to make interest
with the reader as is usually the case with Blackmore. There is
do smattering of French 'unconventionality' in "Perlycroes,' no
playing with vice. And there is no dabbling in politics, no dallying
with ethical questions. There is a thread of love in it, or rather
two or three of them, and the story is altogether wholesome.
Beyond the picture one gets of lovely Devonshire in the good old
days, there is presented a panorama of moving life, in which men
and women of varied character appear, that grows in attractive
ness from tho first. The story turns on the mystery of the-disappear-ance
of the body of Sir Thomas Waldron, the patron of Perlycross
parish, and leading up through a series of stirring incidents, reach
es an approxinate climax and disposes of. hero and heroine and the
leading ladies and leading gentleman in a most happy manner.
Blackmero adheres to the old time methods and that there are even
in these days, many admirers of this honest kind of fiction is evident
in the popularity of his books. "Perlycross"' is a plain tale of old
England with charming glimpses here and there of English scenery
and of tho hale and hearty way of living, with its straightforward
and kindly Jemmy Fox, its Christie, full of spirit and loveliness,
and its sweet Nicie, its Lady Waldron whose Spanish blood somehow
refused to mark time with English pulsings and its good Parson
Penniloe. It is a novel that, with a full complement of sentiment, will
appeal to rational minds, and it will be accepted as a charming story
and take its place along side of Lorna Doone."
The sentiment of the majority of the voters in Lincoln is undoubt
edly in favor of a policy of street regulation, instead of a continuance
of the impracticable and dangerous so-called reform measures in
augruated by Mayor Weir; and that gentleman's successor will be
called upon to follow the example of Omaha and Denver and ether
large cities in dealing with this question cities where there are the
most severe regulations and practically no complaint.
Lincoln has in the last year or so gone through the experience
which every city faces at some time, Mayor Weir, particularly,
in his last term, has gone as far as the most radical could desire in
the way of social reform. With a rather uncalled for flourish of
ttumpets he has attempted to reorganize the substratum of munici
pal life, and inaugurate an entirely new order of things. The mayor
has, apparently, proseded on the assumptions that utter extinction
is possible. He has not, latterly, attempted to regulate, but to sup
press. Warfare has been declared against the various social evils,
and the daily newpapers have for months been full of more or less
indelicate and oftentimes decidedly coarse particulars of the efforts
of the police to exclude and suppress immorality in this city.
And what has been the result? After all this cleansing process is
Lincoln any better off? Is the morality of the town improved? Has
experience demonstrated that it is possible in a town of Lincoln's
size to wipe out the social evil in its different manifestations? There
can only be one answer to these questions. The experiment has not
been a success. The very evil which, it is believed, the mayor has
tried honestly enough to suppress is today stalking the streets of
Lincoln in a more malignant form than ever before; and to most
people it has been made clear that it is beyond the power of the
authorities to abate this particular kind of evil. True, there,
has been a change. Brothels have been forced to close; but never
in the history of the city, has there been such a spreading out of this
corruption as there is now. Where, formerly, there were certain
definite limits to this halt world of evil, today there are none. In
almost every part of the city vice secretes itself, and whole neighbor
hoods are contaminated. There is no dead-line, and no place is safe.
There is an unheard of number of assaults, and the police seem
utterly powerless to cope with the present conditions. If anyone
discredits these statements let him read the police news in any one
of the daily newspapers for a weelc It will be seen that there is a
dreadful insecurity in the existing conditions; that there are today
scores of innocent victims, among whom are not a few children,
whereas, previous to the inaugeration of the new policy, assaults -
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