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CHAPTER I. , At tho time of the startling occurrences which are to be herein recorded, the office of Jason Garrison, a broker of New York, was situated in a rather unpretending structure on Wail street. The broker rented the entire buildihg, but ho sublet the second and third stories, occupying only the first story for business purposes. The building was very old and its internal arrangement was rather obsolete, for to enter the broker’s office you first passed into a hall which extended through tbe building, and thence through a side door. From the hall ju«t inside the street door a flight of • stairs led upward. At tbe rear end of the passage a second flight, much more narrow than the first, also reached the second story, while at their foot a door opened upon ; an alley in tbe rear. , At this date it chanced that the third , story over the broker’s office was unoc- j copied, but the second story was tenanted as It had been for many years by . John Oakburn, the old cashier, who had J been employed by Jason Garrison since , he first began business in Wall street years ago. j John Oakburn was a man sixty-odd < years of age and a widower, but he was ■ not childless. One daughter, Marion by j name, remained to cheer and brighten his home with the sunlight of her pres- 1 ence, and the aged cashier’s little family ; consisted only of himself, his dauvhtcr ; and Judith Kredge, a female domestic of uncertain age, who was the sister of the office janitor. The second-floor flat was much too spacious for the needs of tbe cashier's l family, and furnished apartments were i consequently let to such of Mr. Garrison’S clerks as desired them, provided always they were approved by the old ] cashier. On the night of the 23d of March, 18 —, but one of John Oakburn’s fur- : nished apartments was occupied. The . room was directly over the main office, and its tenant was Stuart Harland, one of the broker’s clerks ' The street door was a massive one, as . was also the door of the office proper. At night both were always securely locked and bolted. The keys of the office as well as the street door were always in the possession of John Oakburn, who was implicitly trusted by the broker in every way. For twenty years John Oakburn had been celebrated for his rigid integrity and unvarying, scrupulous honesty, and “on the street,* where one desired to vouch in the most positive terms for the character of another, he would say, “He is as honest as old John Oakburn. ” Perhaps no man more perfectly deserved the title which he had won, which was far more honorable than any patent of nobility—the title “an honest man. ” On day at noon a few days previous to the night of which we are about to write, while John Oakburn was alone in the office, having been detained by some important account, an incident occurred ; which will serve to illustrate the maijXj character perfectly. Mr. Pratt, of the firm of Pratt & Weeks, entered and approached the old cashier in a cunning way in order to : sound him with a view to inducing him i to become a director of one of those i “soap bubble’ stock companies which are originated every year, inflate them- 1 selves with the money of the unwary and collapse when such a consummation will result to the profit of the “promoters” without bringing themselves within the reach of the law’s arms. John Oakburn listened to the specious arguments of the smooth-tongued bandit of Wall street in passive silence, wholly unmoved by the temptation of sudden wealth held out to him as a glittering bait When Pratt concluded, John Oakburn turned his back upon him, saying in a scathing tone: “No more of this. I value my honor, slrl’ “And yet you are a poor man. ” retorted Pratt with a covert sneer in his voice. “In gold, yes; but not in “Your sentiments are quite {romantic _and poetical, but this is a practical age of money values.” “True; but were I to listen Ito you I should become as poor in character as I am in pocket. ” “Our scheme would be a secret No one would ever know it ” “I should know it 1 No, sir, your | scheme is villainous, peek your confederate elsewhere!” Such was the man the story of whose j fate we plase before our It was the night of the March, Stuart Harland, the yoifng clerk who occupied the apartment directly over the broker’s office in John Oakburn's flat, had fallen asleep on his bed without removing his clothing. Suddenly he leaped up, wide awake, and exclaimed: < “What! Have I overslept!” and glancing at an alarm clock set to ring at one o’clock, he added, "no, the clock has not struck; it is now only twenty Xpjnutes of one. ” z / Stuart Harland rubbed’ his eyes and looked perplexed. “What awakened me? Certainly it was some unusual sound. I have a confused recollection of hearing a loud voice, ’ Ire thought, and seated upon the Bide of tbe bed ho listened for a moment. 1 No sound broke the absolute quietude of the night within the dwelling. From without the sighing wind wafted to his ears the unaccountable noise? of the streets of the streets of a great city which are never hushed to silence the livelong night. “Strange, this. Could J have been dreaming? Well, it matters not, lam awake in time; that Is the important point,” the young man reflected. , Then ho began to ptyce a few things in a light traveling-bag, and as he did so he quite unconsciously gave expression to the thoughts which were in his mind. “I must not miss the 1 o'clock train or all is lost Tlio discovery will not be made until to-morrow Perhaps there it yet time,, bh, what consummate scoundrels those men Pratt ano Weeks are, and yet they aro beyond the pale of the law. It cannot reach them,” he said. Ho was a handsome, noble-looking ? young man, this Stuart Harland, one is«. upon whom nature had set thq stamp of a true gentleman, and his fine, honest . eyes, which met yours frankly, inspired you with confidence; at the very first glance. In the office they would tell you that Stuart Harland was inclined to be rather

careless and inattentive to business, but they would add that he was the best fellow in the world, unless you happened to question Levi Kredge, the faultier. It was no secret that Stuart Harland was engaged to his employer’s daughter, Miss Edna, and if you were to ask how it camo about that Jason Garrison had consented to the suit of a young man who was “only a clerk, ” and to whom the duties of a broker’s office were not the most agreeable, and who had exhibited but little aptitude for the business, anyone at “Garrison’s,” as the office was designated on the street, would have said: “The young man has great expectations. Therein is the secret. At the death of a certain aunt, a maiden lady of rather more than mature ago, he will Inherit a fortune. * This was quite true, though Stflart never counted in the least on dead men's shoes, and Edna Garrison loved him without a mcrcenery thought, no matter what may have been the secret sentiment of her father. Having hastily thrust the few articles into his traveling bag whlfh he desired to take with him, Stuart Harland quitted the apartment. It was undoubtedly something which he regarded as most important which induced him to’ undertake a secret midnight journey, as we have gathered from his mutterings. There was no light in the hall without Stuart’s room at this hour, and Jhe passage and the stairs leading down to the street door were enveloped in gloom. “I do not wish to disturb any one In fact, I desire that no one should know of my departure,” said Stuart to himself as he "Silently descended the stairs in the darkness. At the foot he paused suddenly, lor he thought he heard a noise from the office, and it sounded to him like a half-stifled . groan. Stuart was startled. At this hour he thought there could be no one in the office unless burglars had clandestinely entered, and with bated breath he listened in profound silence for an instant There was no repetition of the alarming sound, but a tnrill trembled through his nerves as he thought: “John Oakburn may have, left tbe money he drew from the bank just be-* fore closing hours in the safe in the office.” With the laudable idea in mind of protecting his employer's property if it was endangered, Stuart took a step in the direction of the office door. At that precise moment it was opened. With the utmost celerity Stuart recoiled against the wall where the shadows were dense and black as a blade of light flashed through the gloom from the open door. A young woman with a lamp in one hand and a paper and something with a polished surface from ’which the light was reflected clutched in the other, glided stealthily out of the office. “Marion Oakburn,” said Harland, mentally, for the young girl was John Oakburn’s daughter, and he experienced a feeling of the greatest relief as he rec-, ognized her. “Her father must have sent her for for some paper, 1 suopose, as unseasonable as is the hour, for the old man sometimes spends half the night at office work in his own apartment,” thought Harland. “Luckily she has not seen me, and If all goes well I shall have returned to my room by daybreak, and no one will be “the wiser,’ he continued. The beautiful features of the cashier’s daughter were livid with a dreadful pallor. Her eyes were dilated with an expression of unutterable horror and she trembled from head to foot. Silently she closed the door and proceeded to insert the -great key which Stuart knew.so well into the lock, but her band trembled so that metal rattled against metal and the sound seemed startlingly loud in the midst of the profound silence. / The girl clung to thy door as though about to fall to the/floor, while her breath came in frightened gasps, but with what seemed like a desperate effort she turned the key in the lock, and then, casting a furtive glance about her, she fled. y - Alpng the dark hall she flitted and gained the rear/ stairs, up which she darted.as though she fancied she was pursued by invisible dangers. “Ah,” thought Harland, smiling, “she is timid; the darkness and the silence of the night frightened her. and yet I fancied she possessed more force of character. Indeed we clerks in the office have often said among ourselves that beautiful, sad-eyed Marion Oakburn was composed of the material of which heroines are made, ” But now that there was no reason for further delay Harland unbolted and unlocked the street door and passed out. | Then softly closing the door he locked it by means of a night key, and casting a glance up and down the street which seemed just at this time to be deserted,, at least in this immediate neighborhood, he walked swiftly away. The night was cool and Harland wore a spring overcoat which he buttoned closely, as a stiff night breeze swept up from the water and struck him chillingly. He was aware that he had barely time to reach the Grand Central Depot in time to catch a certain train on which he wished to leave the city, and/he delayed noton the.way. 7 Meanwhile a of an , hour elapsed and a'l was sileyrce and darkness in the house which Sfjfa t Harland had just left. But presently the stillness was broken by thyr’sound of an opening door, and Marion Oakburn emerged from her sleeping-room, gliding forth stealthily. In her band she carried the lamp as before, but the; paper and the metallic something from which the light had glistened when Harland saw her was no longer in her possession. For a moment she stood motionless as a statue and listened, while we note how extremely beautiful she is. Marion Oakburn possessed a form above the average height of women, which might have been the ideal of a Grecian sculptor, an i her rare brunette loveliness was unsurpassed. Here was , -the dark and radiant beauty of Egypt’s queen, but Cleopatra did not rival her, i and Marion's eyes sparkled ...with’the > light of a pure hegit nud a nqble nai ture. ■ , 7'"'*; But there, was an expression of sad- • ness upon her perfect features—a look > of melancholy that was pitiful, and it >• led one to think that-sorrow had en- - tered her young life; that in the heart , of the beautiful girl there was some j blighting gr eff And yet Marlon was ever cheerful, as though sustained by f sorrow's pale stai-n-hope. s Marion Oakburn was twenty-four f ,years of age, and ther fore In the full t bloom and perfect development of a I g.orious womanhood t As jibe stood at the door of her bedchamber listening, she detected no t breach of the silence, and so she glided r I along tho passage to the back stairs

noiselessly and gained the lower hall j There "he passed directly to the office door, which she unlocked, and, removing tho key, sho proceeded to the street entrance. There she discovered that the bolts were drawn, and that only the nightlatch secured it Marion seemed started at this, and she reeled back against the wall, whore sho 'Stood for a moment trembling slightly, but with her brows contracted, as though in deep thought If sire was mentally debating some question, sho arrived at a conclusion almost instantly, for with a hand that no longer trembled she unlocked tho street door. Then leaving the entrance to the office unguarded by bolt or bar, Marlon again retiacod her steps to the roar stairs, which she ascended. Half way up sho clutched the handrail in a convulsive : way and paused for a moment to listen, for she fancied she hoard footsteps tn the hall above. She did not hoar the sound again, and believing she was deceived by her imagination sho continued up the stairs. Could her eyes have penetrated the darkn ~ss as she paused upon tbe stairs sho would hav.e soon the dark, cruel face of Judith Kredge, tho female domestic,, peering down at her from the passage above. When she reached the landing Marlon saw no one, but sho did not return to her own apartment. On the contrary she went to the door of the sleeping-room occupied by Judith Kredge Marion knocked, and a moment subsequently the woman who had just played the past of a spy, opened the door. She was clad in a loose, dark wrapper, which she seemed to have hastily donned. “What is it. Miss Marion? You are not ill, 1 hope?” she said, feigning surprise and solicitude. “No; 1 am not ill, but I cannot sleep. Father has not come home. I have vainly listened for hfs footsteps on the stairs all night What can keep him out so lata Oh, I fear song? misfortune has befallen him." “Perhaps he has returned and entered the office as he sometimes does, after business hours. Do you not remember he once fell asleep there and remained almost all night before he awoke? Shall we go down and see?” “Yes, yes; why did I not think of that before, I wonder, Judith.” The woman's eyes gleamed intelligently, but she made no answer. She accompanied Marion down the front stairs. They reached the office door and opened it Marion entered first lamp in hand, and Judith Kredge canyb also behind her. / They had scarcely crossed the threshold when they recoiled, and Marion uttered a cry of horror. A terrible sight met their eyes. <“. “My father has been murdered!” gasped Manon in an awful voice. CHAPTER 11. Marion and her companion, Judith Kredge, saw John Oakburn prone upon the floor beside a small writing table which had been overturned. He had fallen face downward and' blood had trickled down the side of his neck and formed a little pool upon the white floor beside his head. For a moment Marion seemed about to faint and she clung to Judith Kredge dumb with horror, while her blood seemed turning to ice in her veins, and she experienced a painful contraction of the heart. Judith Kredge was more composed, but there was terror in the expression of the woman’s hard, immobile features, and a tremor in her harsh, shrill voice, as she said: “This is murder and robbery, too, I think. See, the safe is open. ” As she spoke she pointed to a large safe in the side of the office, the door of which stood wide open. With an effort which cost all tbe will power of which she was capable, Marion regained her strength and sprang to her fathers side. With the lamp in her hand she knelt beside him and scanned his livid face. If there had been a hope in her mind that the vital principle was not yet extinct, it was crushed as she gazed upon her beloved parent’s features, for she sayr that he was indeed dead. “Poor father! Poor father!” wailed Marion in hearUg-oken tones, and bitter tears streamed down her cheeks and fell upon the livid face where the dread white shadow rested. - Judith Kredge stood watching the bereaved girl, and there was a strange exultant expression in her venomous eyes. “They have killed my father to rob the safe,” said*Marion, presently, and the sound of het voice seemed to arouse Judith Ip-edge, for she cried: “Yes; and we must not delay. The alarm must be given.” “Bun to the door and call the police. You may be heard; and call Mr. Harland,” said Marion. “Yes, yes. To think that your father should be murdered here in his office and we Could not help him,” answered the woman. And, muttering to herself in an excited way, she ran to the street door and threw it open. The next moment her shrill, harsh voice rang out upon the night “Help! Police! Murder!” she shrieked. It was a cry which, heard at the dead of night might well startle and thrill the stoutest heart Thrice Jud th Kredge uttered this terrible cry, and then she saw a police officer hurrying down the street towMgt her. Waiting not for his arrival, s’h&’jßirted up the stairs to Stuart Harland’s room, and knocked loudly on the door, at the, same time screaming: “Awake! Awakq! Mr. Oakburn Is killed—murdered!” Os course she reqeiv ed no answer, and she tried the door. Which opened readily, and entered the apartment in which it chapced Stuart Harland had left the gas burning faintly. Judith Kredge gave utterance to a surprised exclamation as she saw that the room was untenanted, and with an expression of blank amazement on her features she flew to a closet in which she knew Stuart Harland kept his valise, and threw it open. •Suddenly a look of intelligence and cunning supplemented the expression of perplexity which her features had momentarily assumed, and she ran down stairs and gained the office again. •She discovered that the traveling-bag was gone, and her beetling brows contracted into a frown as she stood for a moment staring into tho closet. “Mr. Harland has gone, and taken his valise with him!” she cried. Marlon seemed thunderstruck. She had risen, and, starting forward, exclaimed: “Gone! Mr. Harland gone!” “Yes. he has fled!” “It cannot be!” gasped Marion. “It is true. ” “No, no. That he is not in his room does not imply that he has fleqj* “But he retired as usual. MWoom is next to his, and I heard himi moving about but a few minutes before you called me.” - X. Marion sprang tb Judith’s clutched her arm. “Do not tall that. I beg, I implore you do not tell a living soul that yon heard Stuart Harland in his room a few moments before wo discovered my father. If you do you will direct a dreadful suspicion to an innocent man,” she said in intense, thrilling tones. Before Judith answer

the door opened and the policeman who had heard the cry entered the office. “What’s this! A man killed!” exclaimed the policeman, and while Marlon hurriedly explained how she had discovered her father, he proceeded to examine the dead, “Ah, shot through the back of hfs head! Burglar’s work, no doubt,* continued tho officer, glancing at tho open sale. “I’ll turn In the alarm and we shall have help hero in no time, ” ho added; and running to the street door he began to rap with his club to call an officer from the noxt beat In a moment or so the policeman he was calling arrived, and his co-laborer sent him to telephone the alarm to headquarters while he returned to tho office In a few moments a sergeant of police and several officers of the precinct, with Mr, Paxton, of the detective service of tho city, arrived. Marion and Judith Kredge had remained in tbe office. r • The detective and the police at once began to make the usual investigation. First, the body of tho victim of the crime was examined, and the nature of the wound which occasioned death was duly noted. Tho face of tho dead was then covered, and the sergeant ordered that the body bo not disturbed until the inquest. After this the room was carefully examined, and every detail of its appearance minutely observed. Tho contents of the large safe, the door of which was open, were strewn about as though some one had hurriedly searched it; but the lock had not been forced, although it was one of those intricate combinations devised to baffie burglars. The key of the safe was in the lock, and as Marion stated that it was the one her father always carried, Mr. Paxton said: “Probably the old gentleman had himself opened the safe when he was surprised hr the assassin.* “I do not agree with you, sir, ’ said the police sergeant stiffly. “It is my impression that this safe was opened by some one besides John Oakburn who knew the combination, and who took the keys from his victim after killing him. “ “Possibly, ” assented Paxton. The table which was overturned beside the dead man was righted, and pen, ink, naper, and a small clock which had fallen upon the floor, were replaced. The ink on the pen was scarcely dry. and it was noted that the clock had stopped at twenty minutes of one o’clock—the very time when Stuart Harland had awakened from a sound sleep. “The murdered man clutched the table and overturned it as he fell, and then the clock stopped. I infer therefore that the shot which killed him was fired at twenty minutes of one o’clock,” said Paxton. “The ink yet on the pen may be accepted as proof that the victim of this crime was engaged in writing just before he was killed. Let us see if we can discover what he wrote?’ continued the-de-tectlve He then examined the papers on the table, but he could find none that had Deen recently written. Paxton shook his head as if he was not fully satisfied. The office was divided into two compartments, and having now concluded their investigation of the outer office, the police and the detective entered the interior room. This apartment was the clerk’s room, and it was provided with the usual desks and other necessary office fixtures. There was also a small safe in the interior office which was found to be locked. Marion and Judith Kredge had followed the investigators into the interior office, and when the latter turned their attefition to the small safe, Marion said: “That is my father’s private safe. ” “I congratulate you, then, for its contents are probably secure,* said the detective. [to be continued. | “Chimmie” Couldn't See It That Way. Two little bootblacks stood looking wistfully in the show window of a Clark street cigar store one afternoon. They were typical street arabs, with all the tough ways and bad habits of their class. They wanted to smoke, .and their eyes were bent upon a box of “cabbage-leaf” cheroots which were labeled “two cents each.” “Say, Chimmie,” said the taller arab, “I t’ink I’d injoy a bloody good smoke just now.” “I’m wld yer,” replied “Chimmie," smacking his lips in anticipation of a cigar. / “But, yer see, de on’y trouble wld me is dat I’m plumb broke.” “Is dat so? Well, I’ve got two cents.” “Give it ter me, den." “What fur?” “Why, ter buy wan ob dem air sheroots, in course. ” “But I wanter smoke, too. ” “’N so do I.” “How kin the both of us do it?" “I’ll tell yer wat tu do. Yer must give me de two cents- an’ we’ll organize a stock company. Yer see you is de capitalist. I’m de inventer; so yer give der coin ter me, den I buys de cigar and yer becomes a stockholder. See?” “Yas, ” responded “Chimmie, ” doubtfully. “But how does that ben’fit me any? Yer has de cigar, doesn’t yer?” “Yas." “An’ yer smokes it, don’t yer?” “Yas, but don’t yer see, I’m de orgenizer, so in course I smokes de cigar.” “What’ll I do?" “Why, you’re de stockholder, yer kin spit. See?”—Chicago Tribune. The plaids of Modern Greece. The costume worn by the Greek women is seldom bought ready made. It is usually either made by the bearers themselves or has come to them by Inheritance. A handsome costume is an expensive purchase. The chemise, long enough to form a skirt, is very richly embroidered about the bottom in silk, and the two jackets of white cloth are elaborate. These are sleeveless, but a fine pair of embroidered sleeves makes a separate part of the dress. Silver ornaments for the head, neck, and arms, a red apron, a sash, and a silk gauze veil complete the costume. The lastnamed items are luxuries, however, and vary according to the means. Rich maidens braid long strings of coins into their tresses, and at a country dance, where the costume is seen in its full splendor, the eyes of the suitor are as much attracted by the back view as by the face of the fair creatures? For everyday use nearly all women of every age wear a handkerchief over the head, and they are for the most part manufactured in Greece.—Athens letter. If we could moderate our hurry, lessen our worry, and increase our outdoor exercise, a large proportion of nervous diseases would be abolished. - ■

BRAZEN EFFRONTERY. WORKINGS OF REVENUE AND PROTBCTIVS TARIFFS. In the Caw of the Tin-Plate Tariff the Full Duty Ha» Been Added to the Price —Domentlo Manutholurera Can Pocket the Whole Duty. . ■ ai i ■— y Revenue and Protection. Major McKinley has often undortakep to enlighten the public as to tho difference between a revenue and n protective tariff. He thinks that he mokes a strong point against a revenue tariff when he tolls us that it is a tax to the full extent of the duty, the total amount of It going into the national treasury, and being used to meet the Government’s obligations. And any duty, he is careful to add, which does not protect some American industry Is a revenue duty, not a protective duty. Whqn McKinley took hold of the tariff bill he found a duty of one cent a pound on tia-plate. As there were no tin-plate mills hi tho United States, ho proposed to raise the duty high enough to be protective, thus getting rid of a revenue tariff. Nledrlnghaus, Cronemeyer and a host ■of others were on hand in Washington to persuade the willing McKinley to double the duty and make it protective, and they would set to work in short order to make tin plates for tho American people. The plea of those applicants was a virtual petition to McKinley to pass a law to raise the price of tin-plates to all the people in order that they might make plates at a profit Their plea was that they could not moke plates and sell them in competition with the English plates, under the old duty of one cent a pound; for Cronemeyer himself had tried it, and even after adding one cent to his prices the wicked English just would undersell him and drive him out of business. They must be able to add at least another cent before they could feel safe from English competition. Well, the good and patriotic McKinley took them at their word; ho raised the duty 2.2 cents per pound—ln order to make It protective; in order, that to compel freeborn American citizens to buy their plate of Niedringhaus, Cronemeyer, etc., at the enhanced price. Now let us see how the thing will work. Last year we imported 1,036,400,000 pounds of tin, worth, without the duty, $35,700,000, or about 3.4 cents a pound. The old duty on this yielded a revenue of $10,364,000, all of which was paid by the consumers and went into the treasury of the United States. Just here is where the brazeh effrontery of Niedringhaus,’ Cronemeyer, and their abettors In and out of Congress is seen in its true proportions. They said that this ten milllion dollars’ tax was not enough; it must he more than doubled, must be made $22,800,000, and then we shall have a protective tariff instead of a revenue tariff on tin-plate, with Niedringhaus, Cronemeyer and Other prospective manufacturers of tinplate to collect and pocket the tax. We have now had the McKinley tinplate tax in operation since July 1, 1891, but it was practieaUy a certainty a year before that date, and was even then causing prices to go upward with a bound. It was promised by the prospective manufacturers and their friends in Congress that the infant tin-plate mills would be in operation within a very short, time after the law passed, Senator Allison said within a month. Up to the present date no American tin-plate is quoted in our market reports, and the insignificant quantity* produced by our manufacturers has cut no figure except as a political curiosity. If, however, the time should ever come when they make all that we need, Is anybody so simple as to believe that they win sell it for less than they can get for it in competition with English plates handicapped by a duty of 2.2 cents? Manufacturers are not built that way. Meanwhile prices In the American market have come up to the McKinley tariff notch and even gone beyond it. In January, 1891, the price of tin plates of the largely used grade known as “Bessemer steel, coke finish, IC basis,” was $5.55 per box in New York, $4.38 in London (difference $1.17), in January, 1891, against $5.70 in New York, $3.06 In London (difference $2.64), in January, 1892. The price in London last year was high, owing to the artificial demand caused by the anticipation of the McKinley tax. Now the price there has dropped back to the figure that prevailed three years ago, and has gone even slightly lower; but with us the price Is higher than last year. It is all that the McKinley duty adds to the foreign price, and more, too. Thus McKinley’s tin-plate tax Is getting in its work. It Is making the people pay about twenty millions a year, so that Niedringhaus, Cronemeyer & Company may make experiments in plate manufacture for political purposes. If these men ever make tin plate there Is no more reason to suppose that they will surrender their tariff spoils and sell at foreign prices than the steel rail trust does. A protective tariff Is a tariff for private profit and collected by private hands. Mr.. Whitman’s Protest. The small clique of men who adopted the name of the National Wool Manufacturers’ Association and had a few professional wool growers, with an equally high sounding name, meet them at Syracuse in 1865 to agree upon a tariff to tax the American people on their woolen goods, held a meeting recently at which resolutions were adopted and sent to Congress protesting against the putting of raw wool on the free list and reducing the duty on woolen goods. In commenting on the following statement of the Boston Herald in its account of this meeting, “The wool manufacturers of New England, who met in a body, have shown their accustomed cowardice in treating this subject,” the American Wool Reporter says: “If the Herald means that the wool manufacturers of New England ‘met in a body’ when the recent memorial against the Springer bill was adopted by the ‘National Association of Wool Manufacturers,’ we are surprised that our usually well-informed contemporary should have been so deceived. In addition to the very small attendance at the meeting at which the ■“ memorial ’ in question was adopted, it should be stated that some of those present agreed to the ‘ memorial ’ with the express reservation that a certain section of the McKinley bill might need to be changed. An explanation as to the small number of manufacturers by whom this ‘ memorial ’ was adopted Is necessary in justice to a large and Increasing number of Influential manufacturers who have not believed In the McKinley bill, and who do not like to read the misleading statement that ‘the wool manufacturers of New England met in a body' In its support. This clique of a few manufacturers, under the leadership of William Whitman, Is becoming quite as offensive as the National Wool-Growers Association, which Judge Lawrence carries about with him in a bag on his travels, to be called out to pass appropriate resolutions at a moment’s notice, — How Much Tin? . _ Professor Claypole, of Buchtel College. Ohio, has written a report on the fXus Btok Hills tin deposits which b not calculated to cheer the hearts of the

protectionist wlseaoree who look to the Black Hills for a vindication of McKinley’s wisdom in putting a duty of 4 cents a pound on tin. Professor Claypole Is an expert geologist. Aftermaking a careful personal investigation of the deposits In question, he reports that “a sanguine eetlmate” might place the proportion of tin ore in them “at 2 per cent, and probably in oider to attain this some of the poorer mineral must be excluded.” This, ho says, is about the same percentage as tho tin mines in Cornwall, England, yield. The result of this examination does not bear out the extravagant claims made for tho Black Hills tin deposits. All sorts of extravagant assertions have been made about the richness of those deposits. It was reported last year, for example, that “aitout April 1 a five-stamp mill was started on ore that is said to have yielded 10 per cent of tin and eight tons of ore wore crushed per day." April I was a very good day on which to start this tariff Industry. Its tin has never been heard of in our markets. We now import about 40,000,000 pounds of tin for use In the various Industries of the country. The tax on this quantity after the McKinley duty goes Into effect July 1,1893, will he $1,600,000. If the tin-plate enthusiasts should ever realize their dream of supplying the home market with American made tin-plate, an additional 25,000,000 pounds of pig tin will be needed every year, making the annual duty then foot up a round $3,000,000, not to mention the far larger tax on the tin-plate itself. All the protection afforded by this tax, too,will be gobbled up by theEhgllsh companies which own or control the few mines In California and South Dakota. How do American voters like the McKinley plan of taxing themselves for the benefit of English capitalists? Exporting Apples. During the year just past, about 600,000 barrels of apples were received In Liverpool from the United States and Canada, by far the larger part being from the United States. Our exports were the largest on record. During the fiscal year 1891, before last year’s crop came on the market, we exported apples, green and dried, to the value of nearly $900,000, and If any apples came into the country from abroad, the fact is not mentioned In the Government reports. Even before the present law was passed, no mention was made In the reports of any imports of apples. However, something had to be done to make the farmers think that they, too, are getting some of the benefits of the protective system. Hence the McKinleyites took apples from the free list, and made them dutiable at 25 cents a bushel. This transparent humbug may deceive such farmers as want to be deceived. Certainly no one can be taken In by it who knows that we import no apples, but export them in considerable quantities. And what is true 6f the duty on apples is also true of nearly all other products of the farm. Farmers can get no direct help from protection, because their own products go Into foreign markets, and offer successful competition there with all the world. No Politics in It. The duty on Canadian barley was 10 cents a bushel. The framers of the MoKinley law sought to raise It to 30 eents. The border towhs, without regard to party lines, protested against any increase, but offered to compromise at 15 cents. Senator Hiscock was indifferent or hostile, and the objections of Buffalo, Oswego, ete., went unheeded. The increase was gratuitous. It was not needed for purposes of protection. The farmers of New York cannob be Induced to raise barley to any extent. It is an expensive crop. Western barley will not answer the uses of brewers, who are the principal consumers of barley. It was not an instance of a foreign underselling a domestic product. Maltsters cheerfully paid a higher price for Canadian barley than they could buy the New York product for, because they believed that Canadian barley alone would make the best quality of beer. The malting and brewing interests of Buffalo are very large. This trade now claims that “the experience of the past year has demonstrated that the predictions of those favoring the increased duty on barley were erroneous, as is evident by the fact that the value of barley is lower now than It was when the duty was only 10 cents per bushel.” A meeting will be held on ’Change at noon to-day to ask Congress to restore the old rate of duty. Congress should heed the request.—Buffalo Express. How the wool tariff operates against the use of wood in goods and in favor of substitutes in “woolen goods” is described by a New-England woolen manufacturer as follows: “Free wool, with the present ad valorem rates upon goods, would be a great gain to woolen manufacturers; and, as on the woolen schedule, free wool brings a very large reduction in the duties on goods, with largely reduced cost on many woolen goods, the bill for free wool would benefit everybody. It is a very exceptional item in the tariff law. Free raw material for woolen manufacturers also means a greater use of wool for socalled woolen goods; mills running upon ‘all-wool goods,’ so-called, are now in many instances using no wool at all, but some waste or shoddy, and mostly cotton. Free wool would also put up the price of wool abroad which competes with American wools.” No wonder that the shoddy manufacturers are opposed to free wool. The Mexican Government has decided to place an export duty on silver-lead ore shipped to the United States, In retaliation for the duty of 1J cents per pound on the lead contents imposed on Mexican ores by the McKinley tariff. ,A short time ago we showed how the imposition of this duty on the part of the United States cut down our production of lead from silwer-lead ore and at the same time send a great deal of capital to Mexico to be expended In the building of smelters there. Now that these have begun working, Mexico feels bound to help them as much as possible. We are sorry to be obliged to repeat that we desire no “poetical” contributions. This world is full of ordinary human clods of both sexes who seem to think it a patriotic duty to send us an installment of rhymed Slush as often as they feel a rush of imbecility to their brain tanks, which is altogether too often for the capacity of our present waste basket.— Pullman, (Ill.) Journal. So, so; the Chautauqua reformers have decided that the corset most go! Just the same, Feeblewltte ventures the prediction that it won’t be let loose right awayl It is credited with being a stayer, has held its own so far and ought to have backbone enough to squeeze along for a while yet. - “Mv dearest Ida, how is it that you, the liveliest girl in our set, are going to marry and settle down?” “Nothing is simpler, my dear. The season’s bonnets tor matrons are so beedmingj ” The grounds used for our World’s Fair comprise 660 acres Philadelphia used 236, Paris 143, and New Orleans 250. - Thebe are over 3,000 animals in the London Koologlcal Gardens. , / -V. ;

! THE SENATE AND HOUSE. ! ”■ 1 WORK OF OUR NATIONAL LAWMAKERS. I « Proceadlnff* at the lanato and Houw <4 Bapr»»«ntaU»«» —lmportant Maaxuraa Dbouaxad and Acted Upon—Gl»t of the . Buxlueax. . ; The National Solons. In the ScuSße. tbe 3d. Route Wil to amen* , the act tor tbe contraction of a railroad, and wagon bridge ncroM tho MlMlislppt | Biver at South St. Paul, Minn., wa» I reported and pawed. It extanda i the time and chungoe tho location i about one mile. Tho Committee on • Privileges and Elections mado a report In , the cmo of the Olaggott-Dubols contest for. . , a seat in the Senate front the fitateof, Idaho. In favor of Mr. Dubois. Tho report] and resolutions lie on tho table and wIU be taken up at an early day.’ i Mr. Palmer introduced a Joint resolution i to amend the Constitution no an to have United States Senators elected by popular I vote, and gave notice that he would on some convenient occasion addraw the ate on the subject. Tho following bills 1 were then passed: Appropriating SIOO.OJ® ' for a public building In Grain'd Forks, N. D., • To Increase the endowment of tho Louis!-, [ ana State University and Agricultural and , Mechanical College and the Southern Unl- ’ verslty Os Louisiana. (Granting 93.16# acres of the public lands in Louisiana.). 1 The Senate then wont Into executive ses- . slon, in which some nominations were re-, i furred to committees, and adjourned Tbs House is still discussing rules. , The House spent another monotonous day in the discussion of tho rules on the 3d Inst., but it was marked by the adoption,' of an amendment which provides that all Senate amendments to House bills,- ' othe- than appropriation bills, shall be ’ considered as soon as laid before the House, t by tho Speaker. In tho Senate the joint resolution proposing an amendment to the, Constitution of the United States relating to marriage and divorce was referred to the judiciary Committee. The Senate bill for the creation of a fourth judicial district In the Territory of Utah was passed. The 1 bill appropriating 3850,000 for an extension > of tho public building at Isis Angeles. 1 Cab, was passed, also tho bill to pay the ; State of West Virginia the num due it un-; i der the direct tax law. The bill for posti office buildings in towns where postofflee . receipts aro $3,000 a year was dlscuased and went over without action. The public ’ printing bill -then came up and was| " amended by adding the words, “but the provisions of the eight-hour law shall ap-> ply.” Without disposing of the bIU the t Senate adjourned. In the Senate, the 4th. Mr. Brice intro- . duced a bill for the erection of a monument at Put-in Bay, Ohio, to commemorate the' battle of Lake Erie in 181 T Referred. » Mr. Peffer offered a resolution, which was agreed to, changing tbe day ■ for holding special services in mem-' 1 ory of tbe late Senator Plumb i to Thursday, Feb, 18. The report; of the Committee, on Privileges and, Elections in tho case of the Florida Senators (declaring Mr. Call en1 titled to the seat) was taken up for; > action, and the report was read. > closing with the sentence: "The appointment of Mr. Davidson was an act es mere Irrelevancy, which It is not necessary further to notice. ” After a long debate the. resolution was agreed to without a division.. ’ Tho Senate then adjourned till the Bth. 1 The House agreed to the code of rules. • Mr. Dickerson, of Kentucky, offered a i resolution directing the Committee on Ju- • diclary to make an Investigation and report whether Congress has tbe constitutional authority to appropriate money for the , World’s Columbian Exposition. Adopted On motion of Mr. Goodnight, of Kentucky. ‘ a Senate bill was passed to provide for the ■ creation of a Fourth Judicial District in ' the Territory of Utah. 'A Horte’s Weight. : Many people, even among those whe > frequently make use of horses, have little idea what an ordinary horse weighs, ’ and would have hard work to guess • whether a given animal, standing be- ■ fore their eyes, weighed five hundred or - fifteen hundred pounds. Yet they ’ would have no such difficulty with a > man, and would probably be able to ?iess, especially if they were good ankees, within ten or twenty pounds <rf • his weight. f -The governments of Europe have > long been purchasing and weighing ■ horses for the military service, and I transferring them from carriage or draught employment to the various t branches of the cavalry and artillery, f The animals are ordinarily assigned act cording to weight. The French military authorities find I that an ordinary light carriage or riding, ’ horse, such as in the United States t would be called a “good little buggy i horse,” weighs from 380 to 400 kilo- * grammes—say from 850 to 900 pounds, t Such horses as these are assigned to i the light cavalry corps. 1 The next grade above, which in civil life passes as a “coupe horse,” or carriage horse of medium weight, ranges in weight up to 480 kilogrammes, about r 1,050 pounds. This horse goes to mount ’ the cavalry of the line. 1 Next comes the fashionable “coach • horse” of persons of luxury,, which 1 weighs from 500 to 580 kilogrammes, or 1 from 1,100 to nearly l,3oopounds. These 1 horses go to serve the purposes of drill 3 for the cavalry belonging to tho reserve 1 military forces. 1 Above these there are still two grades ■ of heavy horses. The first are those 1 used for ordinary draught purposes and ■ are commonly found drawing the omniJ buses of Paris. Those weigh from 509 • to 700 kilogrammes —1,100 to nearly 1 1,500 pounds. 1 The heaviest horses are the Clydest dales and Percherons, which arex>xen • in size and strength, and which weigh 0 from 600 to 800, and sometimes even up ’ to 900 kilogrammes; that is, from 1,309 t up to nearly 2,000 pounds. 1 None of these Percherons of the heaviest weight are employed in the 1 military service; but some of the lighter B ones are used for draught and artillery . purposes. About Men and Women. L Without noble desires no man ca* B lead a uoble life, a The Earl of Dudley has his life in--1 sured for $6,000,000. e A New Haven man has worn the sama » coat for thirty-five years. t I The Austrian Emperor receives a 0 yearly salary of $3,750,000. ® No man is bo Ignorant that you cannot learn something from him. Harby W. Wood, of Lansing, Mich., ” dislocated his shoulder while stretching t himself. 9 Other people are least satisfied with* r those women who are best satisfied with [ themselves. , - . f Silver articles are called "plate" ! from the Spanish word plata, which , means silver. A Colorado cat viciously attacked a burglar and forced him to withdraw V seriously wounded. j s If an old man only knew as much as I a young one thinks ho does, how this 3 old globe would whirl. t Dora—Why do you call Jake a ‘cork* - er?’ Cora —Because every time I draw ’ him out a little he ‘pops.’ i The richest of the new Senators is Felton, of California, who Is said to have , one mutton to Stanford’s three. r> The father makes a mistake when h* s whips his boy for chewing (pbacoo while - he has a cigar in his own iHouth. Ip the parlor rocking-chair could talk ’ it would put a stop to much of the grum- ® bling about crowded street cars! Z7 ’ Whatever high station you may bh .> / placed in by fortune, remember this* that God will Tjqt estimate you by the e, office, but by tli6 manner in, which you