Decatur Democrat, Volume 36, Number 39, Decatur, Adams County, 16 December 1892 — Page 2

r Jkmoi'rnt DECATUR, IND. BLACKBURN, - - - Pttbuiiwct. .''Foot-ball is one industry that Could not thrive without the sweater ’ system. nfe, Let your expenses be such as to leave a balance in your pocket. Ready money is a friend in need. The Emperor William has a walk-ing-stick made of rhinoceros skm. He likes to lean upon something which reminds him of Bismarck. & Colonel Robert Ingersoll is an enthusiastic collector of bric-a-brac, and he doesn’t care about counting volumes of sermons among his i 1 ures. Fifteen presidents of the United |. States have had smooth faces and only two of them wore sidewhiskers. The Presidents were al ways friends to the barbers. The philosopher is the lover of wis■dom and truth; to be a sage is to avoid the senseless and the depraved. I The philosopher, therefore, should ;f. live only among philosophers. Edison, the electrician, is satisfied with cracked wheat and cream for lunch and dines as plainly as if he was still a poor operator who had to ■count every quarter he expended. Rear Admiral Stephenson, the commander of the British squadron in the Pacific, has seen forty years’ hard service in the navy and does not come into the right to a flag until he has well earned it. 7,;1f a woman is introduced to a woman on a street car, and rides a block with her, and never sees her again, and hears afterward that the woman’s cousin has married, she feeds as if she Ought to send a wedding present

If we stand in the openings of the present moment, with all the length and breadth of our faculties unselfishly adjusted to what it reaveals, we are in the best condition to receive what God is always ready to communicate. Date juice is said to be the favorite beverage of the Ancient Arabic Order of Nobles of the Mystic Shrine. It is claimed to be a non-intoxicant, but it is noticed that every Shriner when starting on a pilgrimage carries a headache pencil, To-day’s privileges cannot be enjoyed nor to-day’s duties discharged to-morrow. “To-morrow” may never come. If it does come, it will bring Its own privilege and duties—privileges made less and duties made greater by to-day’s neglect There is a field for art in the illustrations of foot-ball games which able artists are quick to appreciate. It is permissible in these illustrations to put the human form divine in attitudes and positions it could never take under any other circumstances. But that is foot-ball. Some people say that we should always look on the bright side of things. If that means that we are to look only on the bright side, we question its wisdom. Better look on both sides, rejoice in all the brightness we see, and then go to work and brighten up the dark side all we can. There is certainly something in a name. Twenty -two young men would be classed as idiots should they voluntarily punch, gouge; kick, knock In ribs, break bones, crack skulls and twist necks, but when they play Rugby foot- ball and these disasters are incidental, they are “heroes.” The refreshments at a surprise party are never very good. Every girl knows that her pjaper bag will be put with a lot of other paper bags in the kitdhen, and that no one will know that she brought mouldy doughnuts, or cake that they couldn’t eat at home. There is fun at a surprise party, but very little to eat. i' How to prevent the occasional abduction ot children is a problem which neither the police methods nor the social systems in our great cities ’ “o seem able to solve. Accounts of little ones abducted are extremely common in the papers just now. Probably two-thirds of the cases are prompted by the same idea which j ’leads the Sicilian brigand to carry a; rich landowner into the mountains — the hope of ransom money. You hear so much from people who “are reaching after the unattainable.” It is always people •who make this claim. The “attaink ’ able” is within reach, but it takes ;■ hard work, so they seek to cover their i shiftlessness by claiming that they | are reaching after something imposs'llde. It is like a man with his feet in the mire making no effort to get out, as a man should, but sighing to be an angel that he might fly out Henry Gifford of Roseburg, K Oregon, chewed soap until he frothed fe-at the mouth, and then, pretending k -to have a fit, seized a carving knife B a foot or so In length, rushed out and made a frantic sham attack upon a young lady. This was done to frighten the young lady’s escort, John

Long. But Mr. Long was not that kind. Ho grappled the pretended madman atfd held him down for some time. Then ho had Mr. Giffort. arrested for an assault with a dangerous weapon. A kangaroo is, drawing crowds in London by exhibitions of boxing with a human athlete. Wouldn't it be a good scheme for Corbett, Sullivan, I Mitchell, Jackson, and their fistic brethren to drop their pcrputual muI tualchinning and occasional mutual | scrapping and engage in scientific J knock-outs with Australian marsupials?''.Such a change of program would ba?ft decided relief to a public surfeited with the moldincss of ordinary pugilism, (live the four-legged brutes a chance to compete with their bipedal confreres. A many graveled roads are so narrow, as well as hilled at. the center, as to render is difficult for two large loads of hay to pass, except at a risk. There is no necessity for having roads round on the surface. While sufficient slope from the center should be allowed for drainage, yet the road should bo so constructed as to permit of hauling being done without compelling teams to turn out into mud when they meet from opposite directions. It is a heavy drain on a team drawing a large load to turn out of the way sometimes. London has been compelled to admit that she cannot furnish musical enthusiasts enough to keep grand opera going out of season. The gentleman who has tried the experiment of an “Autumn opera” has just retired the poorer by many thousands of pounds, and London’s two important opera houses arc now given over to “Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!” and to melodrama. The average Londoner appears to turn from first-class music as something to refined and good for human nature's daily food, and to rush to fleshpots of the variety show and the tank drama. In this respect he is wonderfully likeothe average man on this side. Out West thej r say thaf an Indian is good only when he is planted six feet under the sod. But Sitting Bull, of famous memory, does not seem inclined to be good even then. His ghost is seen flitting among the lodges of the Cheyennes and Arapahoes and exciting them to another “dance” for kindling their warlike spirit. It is due to this red conspirator’s penchant for revisiting the of the moon” that nearly five thousand warriors are already on the war path,and a wail will soon go up from unprotected settlers in isolated districts. It is not a little curious that Sitting Bull should be able to make his enmity felt after his death, as he swore that he would not fail to do.

Arrests for offenses and vices are undoubtedly increasing, but in proportion to our population crimesand offenses are decreasing. Thousands of arrests for breach of the peace take place in our cities where the same offense would hardly be noticed in the country. Thus, in Massachusetts, in 1850, 3,000 persons were arrested for drunkenness, and in 1885 18,000 were arrested for the same offense. But in the twenty-gve years between 1860 and 1885 the crimes against persons and property decreased 44 per cent, though the commitments for vice had greatly increased. Police strictness has increased, but crime has steadily decreased. There were not six times as many drunken people in 1885 as in 1820, but it was six times as dangerous to the drunken man to be seen in the streets of our cities. Talmage’s Habits of Life. , I finished my education ip thecity, writes Rev. T. De Witt Talmage in an interesting paper entitled, “Why 1 am Never Ill,” in the Ladies’ Home Journal. a My hours of mental work differed. I studied hard and persistently.—Some days I would spend twelve hours over my books; sometimes ten; and now and then very few. 1 still continued, and am now, in the enjoyment of a full-grown appetite. There is not an article of food that I cannot eat with a great deal of satisfaction — except codfish. I like that three blocks off or more. In all mjvlife, I never missed but onemeal, and 1 would not have missed that if there had been anything to eat within ten miles. I was on top of the Allegheny Mountains, and half a day’s tramp from the nearest cabin. So it was not my fault that I missed my meal on that occasion-. I eat at,, regular hours. My breakfast I always have at seven o’clock; a light luncheon precisely at noon, and at ' half after six o'clock I enjoy my i heartiest meal. I never allow any- ; thing to interfere with the strict observance of this regularity. I eat what 1 can relish best, never eat so much that I could not eat something else: hence I always arise from the table in a comfortable ~state of body and of mind, After my noontide meal, I always take an hour's nap. This calls the blood away from the brain and enables the stomach to do. in the best possible manner, Its work of digestion.

Forgetfulness* A lady nonpulssed the information bureau man at the Union station in Portland, Ore., the other day by telling him that she had forgotten her destination. He tried in vain to recall it to her by naming a long list of stations, and she went sadly to the waiting room to wait until the missing name should Come back to her consciousness. Almpst any man can reconcile his wife to being left at home when he goes to conventions and excursions, by carrying her photograph with him.

DR. TALMAGE'S SERMON. THE DIVINE AND THE MATERNAL TRIBUTES COMPARED. Dr. Talmage Belioven Wo Should Think of God as Our Mother a» Well an Our Father-Mercy, Patience, Loro lor the Weak and Gentle Teaching. At The Tabernacle. Rev. Dr Talmage discoursed on God as “Tho Mother of All,” tho text bohig taken from Isaiah lx vi. 13, “As one whom his mother comforteth, so will I comfort you,” Tho Bible Is a warm letter of affection from a parent to a child, and yet there aro many who see chiefly tho severer passages. As there may bo fifty or sixty nights of gentle dew in one summer that will not cause as much remark as one hailstorm of half an hour, so there aro those who aro more struck by those passages of the Bible that announce the indignation of God than by those that announce His affection. There may come to a household twenty or fifty lotttors of affection during tho year, and they will not make as much excitement in that home as one Sheriff's writ, and so there aro people who aro more attentive to those uassages which announce the judgments of God than to those which announce his mercy and his favor. God is a lion, John says in the book of Revelation. God is a breaker, Micah announces in his prophecy. God is a rock. God is a king. But hear also that God is love. A rather and his child are walking out in the fields on a summer's day, and there comes up a thunderstorm, and there is a flash of lightning that startles the child, and the father says, “Mydear, that is God’s eye.” There comes a peal of thunder, and the father says, “My dear, that Is God’s voice.” But the clouds go off tho sky, and the storm is gone, and light floods the heavens and floods the landscape, and the father forgets to say, “That Is God’s smile.” The text of this morning bends with great gentleness and love over all who are prostrate in slu and trouble. It lights up with compassion, It melts with tenderness. It breathes upon us the hush of an eternal lullaby, for ft announces that God is our mother. “As one whom his mother comforteth, so will I comfort you.” I remark, In the first place, that God has i mother’s simplicity of instructionA father does not know how to teach a child tho AB C. Men are not skillful in the primary department, but a mother has so much patience that she will toll a child for the hundredth time tho diflerence between F and G and between I and J. Sometimes it is by blocks; sometimes by the worsted work; sometimes by the slate; sometimes by the book. She thus teaches the child and has no awkwardness of condescension in so doing. So God, our Mother, stoops down to bur infantile minds. Though we are toid a thing a thousand times and we do not understand it, our heavenly Mother goes on, line upon fine, precept upon precept, here a little and I there a little. God has been teaching some of us thirty years and some of us sixty years one word of one syllable, and we do not know it yet — faith, faith. When we come to that word we stumble, we halt, we lose our place, we pronounce it wrong. Still God’s patience is not exhausted. God, our Mother, puts us in the school of prosperity, and the letters are in sunshine, and we cannot spell them. God puts us in the school of adversity, and the letters arc black, and we cannot spell them. If God were merely a king He would punish us; if He were simply a father He would whip us; but God is a mother, and so we are borne with and helped all the way through. A, mother teaches her child chiefly by pictures. If she wants so set forth to her child the, hideousness of a quarrelsome spirit, instead of giving a lecture upon that subject she turns over a leaf and shows tho child two boys in a wrangle, and says, “Does not that look horrible?” If she wants to teach her child the awfulness or war she turns over the picture book and shows the war charger, the headless trunks of butchered men, the wild, bloodshot eye ot battle rolling under lids of flame, and she says, “That is war!” The child understands it. In a great many books the best parts are the pictures. The style may be insipid, the type poor,- but a picture always attracts a child’s attention. Now God, our Mother, teaches us almost everything by pictures. Is tho divine goodness to be set forth? How does God, our Mother, teach us? By an autumnal picture. The barns are full. The wheat stacks are rounded. The cattle are chewing the cud lazily iq the sun. The orchards are dropping the ripe pippins into tho lap of the farmer. The natural world that has been busy all summer seefts now to be resting in great abundance. We look at tho picture and say, “Thou crownest the year with Thy goodness, and Thy paths drop fatness.” Our family comes around the breakfast table. It has been a very cold night, but the children are all bright because they slept under thick coverlets, and they are r.ow In the warm blast of the open register, and their appetites make luxuries out of the plainest fare, and we look at the picture and say, “Bless tho Lord, O my soul!” God wishes to set forth the fact that in the judgment the good will be divided from the wicked. How is It done? By a picture; by a parable—a fishing scene. A group of hardy men, long bearded, geared for standing to the waist in water; sleeves roiied up. Long oar sun gilt: boat battered as though it had been a playmate of the storm. A full net thumping about with tho fish, which have just discovered their captivity, the, worthless mossbunkers and the useless flounders all in the same net. The fisherman puts his hands down amid the squirming fins, takes out the mossbunkers and throws them into the water and gathers the good fish into the pail. So, says Christ, it shall be at the end of the world. The bad He will cast away, and the good He will keep. Another picture. God, our Mother, wanted to set forth the duty of neighborly love, and it is done by a picture. A heap of wounds on the road to Jericho. AT traveler has been fighting a robber. The robber stabbed him and knocked him down. Two ministers come along. They look at the poor fellow, but do not help him. A traveler comes along—a Bamaritan. He says “Whoa!” to the beast he is riding and dismounts. He examines the wounds; he takes out some wine, and with it washes the wounds, and then he takes some oil and puts that in to make the wound stop smarting, and then he tears off a piece of hia own garment for a bandage. Then he helps the wounded man upon the beast and walks by the side, holding him on until they come to a tavern. He says to the landlord, “Here Is money to pay for the man's board for two days; take care of him; if It costs anything more charge It to me, and I will pay it.” Picture —“The Good Samaritan, or Who Is Your Neighbor?” Does God, our Mother, want to sot forth what a foolish thing it is to go away from the right, and how glad divine mercy is to take back the wanderer? How Is it done? By a picture. A good father. Large farm with fat sheep and - oxen. Fine house with exquisite wardrobe. Discontented boy. Goes away.

flharpers flooce him. Fends hogs. Gets homesick. Starts bacK. Sees an old man running. It is father! Tho hand, torn of tho husks, gets a ring. Tho foot, inflamed and blending, gets a san- ' dal. Tho barn shoulder, showing through tho tatters, gets a robe. Tho stomach, gnawing itself with hunger, gets a full platter smoking with moat Tho fatbar cannot eat for looking at tho returned adventurer. Tears running down the face until they come to a smile —the night dew melting Into the morning. No work on the farm that day, for when a bad boy repents and comes back promising to do bettor, God knows that is enough for one day, “And they began to bo merry.’’ Picture---“l’rodigal Son Returned from tho Wilderness.” So God, our Mother, teaches us everything by pictures. Tho sinner is a lost sheep. Jesus Is the bridegroom. Tho useless man is a barren fig tree. Tho Gospel is a great supper. Satan a sower of tares. Truth, a mustard seed. That which we could not have understood In the abstract statement of God. our mother, presents to us In this Bible album of pictures, God engraved, la not the divine maternity ever thus teaching us? "Oh," says one, “I cannot understand all that about affliction!” A refiner of silver onqe explained it to a Christian lady. “I put the stiver in tho Are, rfnd I keep refining it and trying it till 1 can see my face in it, and I then take it out,” Just so It is that God keeps his dear children in the furnace till tho divine image may be seen in them; then they are taken out of the fire. “Well,” says some one, "If that is the wav that God treats his favorities, I do not want to bo a favorite.” There is a barren field on an autumn day Just wanting to be let alone. There is a bang at tho bars ami a rattle of wliillltrees and clevises. The field says, "What is the farmer going to do with me now?” The farmer puts the plow in tho ground, shouts to the horses, tho eolter goes tearing through the sod, and the furrow reaches from fence to fence. Next day there is a bang at the bars and a rattle of whiffletrees again. Tho field says, “I wonder what the farmer is going to do now?” The farmer hitches the horses to the harrow, and it goes bounding and tearing across the field. Next day there Is a rattle at the bars again, and the field says, “What is the farmer going to do now?” He walks heavily across the field, scattering seed as he walks. After awhile a cloud comes. The field says, “What, more trouble!” It begins to rain. After awhile the wind changes to the northeast, and It begins to snow. Says the field: “Is it not enough that I have been torn and trampled upon and drowned? Must I now be anowed under?” After awhile spring comes out of the gates of the south, and warmth and gladness como with it A green scarf bandages the gash of the wheat field, and the July morning drops a crown of gold on the head of the grain. •‘Oh,” says the field, “now I know the uso of the plow, of the harrow, of the heavy foot, of the shower and of the snowstorm. It is well enough to be trodden and trampled and drowned and snowed under if in the end I can yield such a glorious harvest” “He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.” When I see God especially busy in troubling and trying a Christian, I know that out of the Christian’s character there is to come some especial good. A quarryman goes down into the excavation, and with strong handed machinery bores into the rock. The rock says, “What do you do that for?” He puts powder in; he lights a fuse. There is a thundering crash. The rock says, “Why, the whole mountain is going to pieces.” The crowbar is plunged; the rock is dragged out After .awhile it is taken into the artist’s studio. It says, “Well, 'now I have got a good, warm, comfortable place at last.” But the sculptor takes the chisel and mallet, ancfhe digs for the eyes, and he cuts for the mouth, and he bores for the ear, and he rubs it with sandpaper, until the rock says, “When will this torture be ended?” A sheet is thrown over it. It stands in darkness. After awhile it is taken out. Tho covering is removed. It stands in the sunlight, in the presence of ten thousand applauding people, as they greet the statue of the poet, or the prince, or the conqueror. “Ah,” says the stone, “now I understand it. lam a great deal better off now standing as a statue of a conqueror than I mould have been down In the quarry.” So God finds a man down in the quarry of ignorance and sin. How to get him up? He must be bored and blasted and chiseled and scoured and stand sometimes in the darkness. But after awhile the mantle of affliction will fall -off, and his soul will be greeted by the one hundred and fortyfour thousand and the thousands of thousands as more than conqueror. Oh, my friends, God, our Mother, is just as kind in our afflictions as in our prosperities. God never touches us but for our good. If a field clean and cultured is better off than a barren field, and If a stone that has become a statue is bettor off than the marble in the quarry, then that soul that God chastens may be His favorite. Oh. the rocking of the soul Is not the rocking of an earthquake, but the rocking of God’s cradle. “As one whom his mother comforteth, so' will I comfort you.” I have been told that the pearl in an oyster is merely the result of a wound or a sickness inflicted \upon it, and I do not know but that the brightest gems of Heaven will be found to have been the wounds of earth kindled into the jeweled brightness of.eternal glory. 1 ramark that God has a mother’s capacity for attending to little hurts. The father is shocked at the broken bone of the child or at the sickness that sets the cradle on fire with fever, but It takes tho mother to sympathize with all the little ailments and little bruises of the child. If the child have a splinter in its hand it wants the mother to take it out and not the fathor. The father says, “Oh, that is nothing.” but the mother knows it is something, and that a little hurt sometimes is very great. So with God, our Mother; all our annoyances are important enough to look at and sympathize with. Nothing witli God is something. There are no ciphers in God’s arithmetic. And if we were only good enough of sight .we could see as much through a microscope as through a telescope. Those things that may be palpable and infinitesimal to us may be pronounced and infinite to God. A mathematical point is defined as having no parts, no magnitude. It Is so small you cannot Imagine it, and yet a mathematical point may be a starting point for a great eternity. God’s surveyors carry a very long chain. A seal?, must bo very delicate that can weigh a grain, but God’s scale is so delicate that he can weigh with it that which is so small that a grain is a million times heavier, When Joh’nKftto,a poor boy on aback street of Plymouth, cut his foot with a piece of glass, God bound It up so successfully that he became the great Christian geographer and a commentator known among all nations So every wound of the soul,however insignificant, God is willing to bind up. As at the first ory of the child the mother rushes to kiss the wound, so God, oar Mother, takes the smallest wound of the heart and presses it to the lips of divine sympathy. “As one whotn his mother comfortet, hso will I oomfert you.” I remark further that God host moth-

[ er’s paticnoe for tho erring. If one does j wrong first his associates In life cast him I off; If ho goes on In the wrong way his i business partner casts him off; if ho goes {on his beat friends cast him off — his I fathor casts him off. But after all others have cast him off, whore doos ho go? Who holds no grndgo and forgives tho last time as well as tho first? Who sits by tho murderer's counsel all through the long trial? Whotarrles the longest at tho windows of a culprit's cell? Who, when all others think ill of a man, keeps on thinking well of him? It is his mother. God bless her gray hairs if she bo still alive, and bless her grave it she bo gonel And blose the rocking chair in which she used to sit, and bloss the cradle that she used to rock, and bloss the Bible sbo used to read! So God, our Mother, has patience for all the erring. After everybody else has cast a man off God, our Mother, conios to tho rescue. God leaps to take charge of a bad case. After all tho other doctors have got through the heavenly Physician comos in. Human sympathy at such a time does not amount to much. Evon tho sympathy of the church, I am sorry to say, often does not amount to much. I have seen the most harsh and bitter treatment on tho part of those who professed faith in Christ toward those who were wavering and erring. They tried on tho wanderer sarcasm and billingsgate and caricature, and they tried tittle tattle. There was one thing they did not try, and that was forgiveness. A soldier In England was brought by a sergeant to the Colonel. “What,” says tho Colonel, “bringing tho man here again! Wc have tried everything with him." “Oh, no,” says the sergeant; “there is one thing you have not tried. I would like you to try that” “What is that?” said the Colonel.- Said the man, “Forgiveness.” The case had not gone so far but that it might take that turn, and so the Colonel said: “Well, young man, you have done so and so. What is your excuse?" “I have no excuse, but 1 am very sorry,” said the man. “We have made up our minds to forgive you,” said the Colonel. The tears started. He had never been accosted in that wav before. His life was reformed, and that was the starting point for a positively Christian life. O church of God, quit your sarcasm when a man falls! Quit your Irony, quit your tittle tattle, and try forgiveness. God, your Mother, tries it ail the time. A man’s sin may bo liko a continent, but God's forgiveness is like the Atlantic and Pacific oceans, bounding on both sides. The Bible often talks about God’s hand. I wonder how it looks. You remember distinctly bow your mother’s hand looked, though thirty years ago it withered away. It was different from, your father’s hand. When you were to be chastised you had rather have mother punish you than father. It did not hurt so much. And father’s hand was different from mother’s partly because it had outdoor toil, and partly because God intended it to be different. The knuckles were more firmly set; and the palm was calloused. But mother’s hand was more delicate. There were blue veins running through the back of it. Though the fingers some of them, were picked with a needle, the palm of it was sort. Oh, it was very soft! Was there ever any poultice like that to take pain out of a wound? So God’s hand is a mother’s hand. What it touches it heals. If it smite you it does not hurt as if it were another hand. Oh, you poor wandering soul in sin, it is not a bailiff’s hand that siezes you to-day! It Is not a hard hand. It is not an unsympathetic hand. It is not a cold hand. It is not an enemy’s hand. No. It is a gentle band, a loving hand, a sympathetic hand, a soft hand, a mother’s hand. “As one whom his mother comforteth,so will I comfprt you.” 1 want to sav finally that God has a mother’s way of putting a child to sleep. You know there is no cradle song like a mother’s. After the excitement of the evening it is almost impossible to get the child to sleep. If the rocking chair stop a moment the eyes are wide open; but the mother’s patience and the mother’s soothing manner Keep on until after awhile the angel of slumber puts his wing over the pillow. Well, my dear brothers and sisters in Christ, the time will come when we will be wanting to be put to sleep. The day of our life will be done, and the shadows of the night of death will be gathering around us. Then we want God to sooth us, to hush us to sleep. Let the music at our going not be the dirge of the organ, or the knell of the church tower, or the drumming of a “dead march,” but let it be the hush of a mother’s lullaby. Oh, the cradle of the grave will be soft with the pillow of all the promises! When we are being rocked into that last slumber I want this to be the cradle song, “As one whom a mother comforteth, so will I comfort you.” Asleep in Jesus I Far from thee Thy kindred and their graves may be; But thine is still a blessed sleep From which none ever wake to weep. A Scotchman was dying. His daughter Nellie sat by the bedside. It was Sunday evening, and the hell of the church was ringing, calling the people to church. The good old man, in his dying dream, thought that he was on the way to church, as ho used to be when he went in tho sleigh across the river, and as the evening bell struck up in his dying dream he thought it was the call to church. “He said, “Hark, children, the bells are ringing; we shall be late; we must make the mare step out quick!” He shivered, and then said: “Pull the buffalo robe up closer, my lass! It is cold crossing the river, but we will soon be there, Nellie; we will soon be there.” And he smiled and said, “Just there now.” No wonder he smiled. The good old man had got to church. Not the old country church, but the temple in the skies. Just across the river. How comfortably did God hush that old man to sleep! As one whom his mother comforteth, so God comforted him. Process of Making Sorghum Sugar, Much progress has recently been made in the separation and crystallization of the sugar of the sorghum plant The following are the principal points to be observed: The juice from the mill is placed in copper vessels and heated to 175 degrees, F., when successiva,quantities of milk of lime are added, and stirred in until litmus paper is tingpfi purple. The juice is boiled and the black scum removed until the liquid becomes clear. (It is an important matter of experience to know the amount of lime to be added). The clear juice is drawn from the defacator into the evaporating pan, when sulphuric acid is cautiously added, and stirred in- until blue litmus paper dipped into it, is reddened. The evaporation is continued until the desired density is reached, when the syrup is placed in a warm room to crystalize. Professor Henry, of, Wisconsin University, who has made valuable experiments with amber cane, gives the following preliminary rules: “Do not cut the cane until the seeds begin to harden. Do not allow the cane to stand stripped in the field, but work it up as soon as possible after being cut. Defecate the juice as soon as possible after leaving the mill.”—American Agriculturist. To keep sheep healthy they require a frequent change of food.

PROTECTION MUST Go.‘ DEMOCRATS SHOULD NOT HESITATE IN THEIR DUTY. If the Party Shall Keep Faith with the People It Will Hold Its Allies lu the Northwest—The Protected Coal Barons. Cleveland Will Do the Work. No Intelligent, unprejudiced observer of current political conditions and evbnta has any doubt as to the cause which operated to produce the recent Democratic victory in tho Northwest. Such an observer is able to account readily and confidently for thq, Democratic majorities in Indiana, Illinois and Wisconsin; for the Republican losses in Minnesota and Nebraska, and for tho political revolutions In Kansas and North Dakota. Ho knows t hat all these things are tho result of popular opposition to the thieving protective tariff system. Moreover, the free traders and the tariff reformers in the Northwest supported the Democratic ticket at the last election because they believed the Democratic party to bo sincere in its professions favoring tariff reform. They looked upon Grover Cleveland as being the greatest living representative of tho principle that all tariffs should be levied only for revenue. Thus finding the Democratic candidates and the Democratic platform in harmony with their own yews respecting the tariff, they voted for the Chicago nominees in most of the States, while in others they supported Weaver and Field as the best method of contributing to the election of Cleveland and Stevenson. The effect of the political changes in the Northwest was to make certain the success of the Democratic Presidential ticket, no matter if the electoral vote of New York had been given to the Republican candidates. Had there been any doubt of the earnestness of the Democratic purpose this revolution would not have occurred. The voters accepted as honest the declaration of the Chicago convention. They heard with delight the ringing words of Mr. Cleveland in accepting his nomination at the Madison Square meeting in New York. The people of the Northwest not only believed in the sincerity of the Democratic promises of reform, but they believed that with the triumph of Democratic principles at the election reform would not be delayed beyond the earliest possible moment at which it could be accomplished. They have commissioned the Democracy with power to correct certain evils and abuses from which they have suffered and still suffer. More than this they cannot do. They leave the destiny of the Democratic party in the hands of its own managers, One thing only is certain. If the Democracy shall keep faith with the people it will hold its allies in the Northwest; if it fails it will lose them. There must be neither hesitation nor delay on the part of the Democratic leaders. Protectionism must go.

Take the Duty Off ot Sugar! If there is one duty in the McKinley bill that is more of a curse than any other, it is the duly of i cent per pound on refined sugars. It pro-' duces almost no revenue at all, but puts about $20,000,000 a year into the pockets-of the Sugdr Trust. .If there were any doubt that the industry of refining sugar would not remain in this country without such Government aid, there would be an excuse, from a protection point of view, for this duty. But there is none. Sugar is refined as cheaply here as anywhere on this earth. H. O. Havemeyer testified to this fact several years ago. The only excuse the Repqblicans had for leaving this duty, was that it would give them an opportunity to fry fat out of the Sugar Trust—an opportunity that was utilized during the last campaign to the extent of SIOO,OOO or $200,000. The Sugar Trust, the sole beneficiary of the sugar duty, has an unusually unsavory record. To gain complete control of the refining business in this country, it hag purchased refineries at three or four times their cost, only to close them up to restrict production. A few months after it was formed, In November, 1887, but ten ot the twenty original refineries in the trust were in operation. It has reduced wages in refineries to $1 per day for common labor. No Americans will work in the intensely heated rooms at these wages; hence their places have been filled by Hungarians, Poles and Italians. It makes use of the rebate system to kill its competitors. By this system, largo wholesale grocers who bought only from the trust, obtained special prices. It has since it gained complete control of the refining business last winter, depressed the price of raw while it has advanced the price of refined sugars, as is shown by the following table. OT deg. Centrlf- Granu- Differugals. lated. enco.Cta. per lb. Cts. per lb. Ute. Dec. 31,1801 3% 4 H April 11, 1892 3% 1% May 25,1892 3 1-18 4% 1 6-16 Nov. 26,1892...,rt....... -3 3-16 4 11-16 IJJ The cost of refining is less than f cent per pound. As the per capita consumption of sugar in the United States Is about seventy pounds, each difference of 1-16 of a cent between the price of raw and of refined sugar extorts about $2,500,000 from the pockets of the people and puts it into the pockets of the trust. Without any duty the trust would be making about $30,000,000 a year clear profit (nearly 100 per cent.). With the duty it can and does raise prices J cent higher and adds $20,000,000 to its already enormous profits. If the duty of J cent per pound were levied upon raw instead of on refined sugar It produce about $15,000,000 a year revenue and would encourage sugar growing in the South. The people would pay the same for sugar as now, but only a small portion would go to the trust. This would be far preferable to the present duty. But the people want entirely free sugar, and they will not be content till they get it. U, Coal I» Protected 75 Cents Per Ton. T Should coal be discovered opposite Detroit or Buffalo, In such vast quantities that it could be furnished to manufacturers for 3 cents per bushel, .the owners of coal mines in ths

United States would ask, doubtless, for an artificial obstacle (there being no natural one) between these cities, and this great store of wealth, sutticlent to prevent its being used. But how ridiculous such an enacts . ment would appear to common boom and to a business Instinct. Tho establishment of such an obstacle would seem to exhibit an intelligence no greater than Wbuld the passage of a law prohibiting tho introduction of the light ot the sun into dwellings, that our electric plants might extend their field of operations; or, of a law prohibiting tho importation of tropical fruits, that the hot-house gardeners might cater to a larger trade.—T. M. Gilmore, in St. Louis Courier. Unanswered Questions. V Perhaps some of tho big Republicans can now find timo to answer the following questions. They are some of those prepared by Mr. D. Webster Groh, President of the Chicago Question Club, and tired from all points ot the coinpass at McKinley, Sherman, and the other tax-yourself-into-pros-. pcrlty professors. If they will now give satisfactory answers, they will be forgiven for neglecting to do so iu tho rush before election, when the salvation of the nation was at stake and all protectionists were engaged In repelling the threatened invasion of pauper labor, pauper-made goods, and Cobden Club gold: Would Carnegie and other shrewd protectionists desire a tariff, if it cheapened' what they sell—goods—and made dearer what the buy—labor? Why more laborously make tin, plate itself Instead of its cheaper exchangeable equivalent? If toil itself is more desirable than its fruits—labor products—why not destroy all labor-saving tools and machinery? If the tariff is no tax, why refund to exporting manufacturers 99 per cent, of the duty on their imported raw material? Unless protective tariff enhances domestic prices, why give sugar pro-; ducers a bounty In lieu of the removed sugar duties? If a tariff on articles cheapens them, should it not be placed lightest on the finished product and heaviest on raw materials to cheapenthem, and thus widen our manufacturers’ margin* of profit? Why does the McKinley tariff invert this order? If protective tariff is good, would not prohibitive tariff be still better? If international trade is economically Injurious, is not interstate trade equally hurtful? Can “trusts” be injurious and the tariff fostering them beneficent? Can foreign trade be injurious yet shipping subsidies desirable? Can tariff cheapen an article yet simultaneously raise its producers' wages? Freo Wool Needed at Once. The ‘strongest argument we have seen from the business man's standpoint in favor of an extra session of Congress is that of Mr. Abraham Mills, which we publish to-day. Mr. Mills is known as a flrst-class authority in the wool trade. He says that there could not be a more propitious time for the inevitable change in wool duties than the present; whereas every moment of delay will be taken advantage of by the foreign manufacturer to accumulate goods for the American market, with all the profit ' that the present low price of wool gives him. This low price in foreign markets results largely from the absence of American < buyers who are handicapped with duties averaging 50 per cent, and some of them as high as 120 percent The longer this discrimination lasts the more goods the foreigner will pile up to be thrown upon our market when the change comes. Therefore the time to make the change is now. If it is made soon, our manufacturers will have an even chance, indeed, much more than an even chance, since even the Mills bill left them more protection than they ever asked for under the regime of free wool.’ Every day’s delay will make it worst for them. If they are wise they will ask their friends in the Senate to pass the Springer bill this winter.— New York Evening Post. Pearl Button Trust onDock. The combination that succeeded in raising the duty on pearl buttons from 35 per cent, to something like 400 per cent in the McKinley tariff does not seem to have learned much from the recent election. It is stated .that the Pearl Button Association, has-recently met and appointed “a committee to look after legislation at Washington.” This committee may as well save Its pains and lobby expenses. The next tariff, including the duties on pearl buttons, will be revised in the interest of American consumers, as well as of manufacturers. So there will be no need of sending committees to Washington to instruct the representatives of tffe people in regard to their duties. Tho educational campaign has fully developed the truth about this pearl button business, along with the other tariff iniquities.—Philadelphia Record. — »na All Is JLoveiy aivw. Now that the election is over and the calamity howlers shut down, New England cotton manufacturers have increased the wages of their operatives, the Carnegie Steel Company starts the last of its idle mills and announces its purpose to increase its plants. ’The “paralysis and ruin” that were to follow at the chariot wheels of Democracy triumphant are limited to a decline in trust stocks and the seizure of “Prince Rus’" Montana newspaper by the Sheriff.— Louisville Times. Mr. Bayard says there is no precedent for an extra session to revise the tariff. Neither is there any precedent for the tremendous expression of public opinion against the tariff that recently occurred. It is time to make new precedents throughout— St. Louis Courier. A female temperance lecturer visited Valdosta, Ga., tho other day, She published a pamphlet setting forth the horrible effects of intemperance, and exemplified them in person by getting on a rousing drunk. Bomb of the cottonwood telegraph poles used tn Nevada chanced to bo sunk in marshy places with the bark on. They have taken root, and display attractive foliage.