Decatur Democrat, Volume 37, Number 44, Decatur, Adams County, 19 January 1894 — Page 2

!©he DECATUR, IND. B. ILACXUTTRN, . - • PvMJ«K«*. — Nobody has hit the hull’s eye yet > In the Brazilian shooting match. / Has any one heard yet of the Impending danger of a failure of the ice crop. ____________ Any man who deliberately takes human life is sane enough to pay the penalty. A miner may be ever so well off, but he can’t help getting in a hole occasionally. Amidst all of these tierce attacks upon Lllluokalani we must remember that she is an orphan. The umbrella originally was taken from the Egyptian. At present it’s taken indiscriminately. Spain has transported 100 anarchists. They will doubtless bring up in the United States sooner or later. Several of New York's millionaires arc thinking of moving West. This ought to give the old town a boom. “You were always a fault-finder!” growled the wife. “Yes, dear,” re sponded the husband, meekly, “I found you." “The tax on cigarettes,” says the Chicago Record, ‘would be in effect a tax on dudes.” Then let the tax on cigarettes be put on without fail. Natural oas doesn't seem to be a success in Buffalo, judging from that 8150,000 explosion. The tire which followed placed the whole city in danger. What is needed in modern etiquette is some polite form for introducing train-robbers to police detectives without unduly shocking the detectives. Anyone who has ever seen a French funny paper will understand why the merry Parisians put makebelieve bombs about a city still red with innocent blood and regarded it as jest-worthy. A thought too unusual in these corporation days was behind the exclamation of the builder of the Louisville bridge as he saw his victims dashed to death—“l will be eternally damned for it!” There would be fewer bridge disasters like that at Louisville if it was clearly understood that the inquest upon the body of the guilty contractor would have to precede the investigation into the causes of the wreck. Every man wants more credit than he deserves. But it is a foolish notion. If you have the reputation of being able to jump thirty feet, and are not able to do it, the time will come when you will be called upon to try, and fail. That grand old dame in Jersey who lived to be one hundred and five, and then was killed in an accident, recalls the rhyme about the English peeress who “lived to one hundred and ten, and died from a fall of a cherry tree then!” Mr. Gladstone, who has permitted imperial troops to fasten Cecil Rhodes’ South African Company on that part of the world, must realize, on hearing Rhodes’ threat of secession and Independence, what Lear meant by a serpent's tooth and a thankless child. Gov. Waite’s call for an extra session of the Legislature is dated Dec. 25, 1893. As Christmas day is a legal holiday in that and all other States of the Union, the question is being asked, Is the call legal and binding? The courts will probably be asked to decide the matter. Baron Crewe, whose death is announced, was one of the few unofficial Liberal peers who remained loyal to Mr. Gladstone. He paired in favor of the home rule bill. He was uncle of Lord Houghton, the present Viceroy of Ireland, who comes into an immense fortune through his death. Prof. Tyndall’s father was a shoemaker in an Irish village, and lived in rooms in the rear of his small shop, But he had more than a share of learning, and was witty and sarcastic in argument. His son was sent to the local grammar school, and one of his old chums there says that young Tyndall was an effeminate boy, who gave little promise of living to be seventy-three years of age. Cigarette-smokers are abhorred by all civilized people, and are constantly being told of the vicious re- . suits of the habit. As a contribution to the argument which may be brought against the vice comes the Interesting information that it has been discovered that all the cottonwool and lint used in one of the Paris hospitals has for years been' sold by the servants to the makers of cigarette papers. There Is an old rhyme or song, •The farmer feeds them all,” and according to the report of the Secretary of Agrlcultufb this is true, and TO,. - ' ■ *

may be added to say that he clothes them all, since agriculture, directly and indirectly, furnishes hundreds of thousands a livelihood. Farmers have reason to be proud of their calling, the oldest and most Independent work in the world: the original “first families" were farmers. In 1154 the first public library established in the English-American colonies was founded in New York, with’the avowed object of promoting a spirit of inquiry among the people by a loan of books to non-subscribers. Nearly £OOO were raised, and a foundation was laid for an institution which still exists and is an ornament and a blessing to the city of New York. The trustees received a charter afterwards from Gov. Tryon. This institution was named the New York Society Library. In 1870 it coqjaiued .04,000 volumes. Evidently the average citizen of the Sagebrush State is not heartily eh rapport with the custom of bargain and sale marriages of rich American girls with foreigners of a certain type, if we may believe the Bulletin, which says: “John Mackay paid $5,000,000 of gambling debts for his Italian son-in-law, Prince Colonna. That money came out of Nevada, and if it were invested in irrigation work in the State hard times would vanish. But no; it goes to a profligate macaroni chcwer, so that he may wallow in luxury.” The educational world has lost a valued worker and a most accomplished woman and teacher by the death of the venerable Elizabeth P. Peabody of Massachusetts. She was a prolific contributor to educational literature and a warm and enthusiastic friend of the schools, but her principal achievement, and the one which longest will preserve her memory’, was her introduction into the United States of the Froebel kindergarten system. In this direction, as in many others, she was a leader in educational reforms, and her death has deprived the schools of the United States of a stanch friend and wise counselor. There is no way for the farmer to manage screenings now so good as to burn them. With the improvements that are made in farming mills all the grain cracked or otherwise is got out of the screenings, and the weed seeds usually contain acrid properties that make them as likely to do harm as good. The notion that the gizzard of fowls will destroy the vitality of weed seeds has been the occasion of disseminating many bad weeds. It is a delusion that cannot too soon be got rid of. Some weed seeds will grow better for passing through the gizzard, and there are others which the fowl will not eat at all, which go directly into the manure when fed in the poultry house. “They don't fall in love as frankly, as honestly, as irretrievably as they used to do. They shilly-shally, they pick and choose, they discuss, they criticise.” That is Mr. Grant Allen’s opinion of the young men of the present day. Well, a certain amount of hesitation is pardonable before entering upon a state out of which there are only two ways, and both unpleasant. But the trouble is not so much that men pick and choose as that they do not choose at -all. They are indifferent: they do not marry. Mr. Grant Allen says that it is due to the “cumulative effect of nervous over-excitement.” It is an age in which there is no leisure. But the present age has always been wrong, and always will be wrong. From an esteemed Minnesota contemporary we learn that the Common Council of the beautiful city of Mankato, in that State, has enacted an ordinance providing that “all persons who shall sing or whistle ‘After the Ball’ in that city between the hours of 6 a. in. and 10 p. m. shall be fined half a dollar for each offense.” The enactment, while vigorous, does not seem to be altogether well directed. The boys in this locality, and presumably in Minnesota, do not get onto their great singing and whistling act until after 10 o'clock, and therefore the ordinance does not protect the . slumbers of staid citizens. Again, the penalty is ridiculously inadequate. It should be murder in the second degree, or’at least manslaughter, and the offense should include “Boom-ter-a-ra” and “The Old Oaken Bucket,” and “Farewell,” and various other public nuisances. The only thing that should go free is “Irene, Good-night,” for that means that it is time togo home. The TWelve Good Rules: In his poem entitled “The Deserted Village,” Goldsmith describes the old inn on whose parlor-walls there hung, besides other things, “the twelve good rules.” It seems that these rules wqre drawn up by King Charles L, and as they are never displayed nowadays it may be interesting to state what they were. Here is the list: 1. Urge [drink] no health. 2. Profane no divine ordinances. 3. Touch no state matters. 4. Reveal no secrets. 5. Pick no quarrels. 6. Make no comparisons., 7. Maintain noillopinions. 8. Keep no bad company. 9. Encourage no vice. 10. Make no long meals. 11. Repeat no grievance. 12. Lay no wagers. What is regarded as competent authority places the cotton crop this year atß,ono,oCo bales, or more than a million bales above the estimates of the Department of Agriculture. If it shall prove that the later estimate is correct the price must remain at a low figure despite the unlawful and incendiary efforts of White Caps to put up the price by threats to burn the property of those who offer to sell below ten,.cents per pound.

TALMAGE’S SERMON. AN ELOQUENT DISCOURSE AND UNIQUE TEXT. How Staera W»i Killed by Jael—The Dad Mown Brought to Hl* Mother—Sitting at the Palace Window—An Eulogy of the Needle—-Anxloun Mother*. Mother* in Israel. This novel and unique subject was presented by Dr. Talmage, Sunday afternoon, I’ext, Judges v, 28, “The mother of Sisera looked out at a window.” Spiked to the ground of Janis tent lay the dead commander in chief of the Canaanitish host, General S'sera, not far from the river Kishon, which was only a dry bed of pebbles when in 1889, in Palestine, we crossed it, but the gullies and ravines which ran into it indicated the possibility of great freshets like the one at the time of the text. General Sisera had gone out .with 90i) iron chariots, but he was defeated, and, his chariot wheels interlocked with the wheels of other chariots, he could not retreat fast enough, and so ho leaped to the ground and ran till, exhausted, he went into Jael’s tent for safety. She had just been churning, and when he asked for water she gave him buttermilk, which in the East is considered a most refreshing drink. Very tired, and supposing he was safe, he went to sleep upon the floor, but Jael, who had resolved upon his death, took a tent pin, long and round and sharp, in one hand and a hammer in her other hand, and, putting the sharp end of the tent pin to the forehead of Sisera, with her other hand she lifted the hammer and brought it down on the head of the pin with a stout stroke, when Sisera struggled to rise, and she struck him again, and he struggled to rise, and the third time she struck him, and the commander in chief of the Canaanitish host lay dead. Meaning of the Text. Meanwhile in the distance Sisera’s mother sits amid surroundings of wealth and pomp and scenes palatial waiting for his return. Every mother expects her son to be victorious, ana this mother looked out at the window expecting to see him drive up in his chariot followed by wagons loaded with embroideries and also by regiments of men vanquished and enslaved. I see her now sitting at the window, in high expectation. She watchesthe farthest turn of the road. She looks for the flying dust of the swift hoofs. Ths first flash of the bit of the horses bridle she will catch. ‘ The ladies of her court stand round, and she tells them of what they shall have when .her son comes up—chains of gold and carcanets of beauty and dresses of such wondrous fabric and splendor as the Bible only hints at, but leave us to imagine. “He ought to be here by this time,” says his mother. “That battle is surely over. I hope that freshet of the river Kishon has not impeded him. I hope those strange appearances we saw last night in the sky were not ominous, when the stars seemed to tight in their courses. No! No! He is so brave in battle I know he has won the day. He will soon be here.” But alas for the disappointed mother! She will not see the glittering headgear of the horses at full gallop bringing her son home from victorious battle. As a solitary messenger arriving in hot haste rides up to the window at which the mother of Sisera sits, he cries. “Your armies are defeated, and your son is dead. ” There is a scene of horror and anguish from which we turn away. Now you see the full meaning of my short text, “The mother of Sisera looked out at the window.” Well, my friends, we are all out in the battle of life; it is raging now, and the most of us have a mother watching and waiting for news of our victory or defeat. If she is not sitting at the window of earth, she is sitting- at a window of Heaven, and she is going to hear all about it. By all the rules of war Sisera ought to have been triumphant. He had 900 iron chariots and a host of many thousands vaster than the armies of Israel. But God was on the other side, and the angry freshets of Kishon, and the hail, the lightning, and the unmanageable war horses, and the capsized chariots and the stellar panic in the sky discomfitted Sisera. Josephus in his history describes the scene in the following' words: “When they were come to a close fight, there came down from Heaven a great storm with a vast quantity of rain and hall, and the wind blew the rain in the face of the Canaanites and so darkened their eyes their arrows and slings were of no advantage to them, nor would the coldness of the air permit the soldiers to make use of their swords, while this storm did not so much incommode the Israelites because it came on their backs. They also took such courage upon the apprhension that God was assisting them that they fell upon the very midst of their enemies and slew a great number of them, so that some of them fell by the Israelites, some fell by their own horses which were put into disorder, and not a few were killed by their own chariots.” Hence, my hearers, the bad news brought to the mother of Sisera looking out at the -window. And our mother, whether sitting at a window of earth or a window of Heaven, will hear the news of our victory or defeat — not according to our talents or educational equipment or our opportunities, but according as to whether God is for us or against us. “Where’s mother?’’’ is the question most frequently asked in many households. It is asked by the husband as well as the child coming in at nightfall, -‘Where's mother?” It is asked by the little ones when they get hurt and come in crying with pain, “Where’s mother?” It is asked by those who have seen some grand sight or heard some good news or received some beautiful gift, “Where’s mother'-”’ She sometimes feels wearied by the question, for they all ask it and keep asking it all*the time. She is not only the first to hear every case of perplexity, but she is the judge in every court of domestic appeal. That is what puts the premature wrinkles on so many maternal faces and powders white so many maternal foreheads. You see, it is a question that keeps on for all the years of childhood. If that question were put tc most of us this morning, we would have to say, if we spoke truthfully, like Sisera's mother, she is at the palace window. She has become a Queen unto God forever, and sne is pulling back the rich folds of the King's upholstery to look down at us. We are not told the particulars about the residence of Sisera’s mother, but is in that scene in the book of Judges so much about embroideries and needlework and ladies in waiting that we know her residence must have been princely and palatial. So we have no minute and particular description of the palabe at whose window our glorified mother sits, but there isso miich in the closing chapters of thf? good old book about croons, and pearls big enough to make a gate, out of one of them, new songs alnd marriage suppers, and harps, and white horses vith kings in the stirrups, and golden

candlesticks that we know the heavenly residence of our mother is superb, 1* unique, is colonnaded, is domed, is embowered, is fountained. is glorified beyond the jiower of pencil or pen or tongue to present, and in the window of the palace the mother sits watching for nows from the battle. What a contrast between that celestial surrounding and her once earthly surroundings! What a work to bring up a family, in the old time way, with but little or no hired help, except perhaps for the washing day or for the swine slaughtering, commonly called “the killing day!” Old Fashioned Mothers. There was then no reading of elaborate treatises on the best modes of rearing children, and then leaving it all to nired help, with one or two visits a day to the nursery to see if the principles announced are being carried out. The most of those old folks did the sowing, the washing, the mending. the darning, the jiatohing, the millinery, the mantua making, the housekeeping, and in hurried harvest time helped spread the hay or tread down the load in the mow. They were at the same time caterers, tailors, doctors, chaplains, and nurses for a whole household all together down with measles or scarlet fever, or round the house with whooping coughs and croups and runround fingers and earaches and all the infantile distempers which at some time swoop upon every large household. Some of these mothers never got rested in this world. Instead of the seif-roeking cradles of our day, which, wound up, will go hour after hour for the solace of the young siumberer, it was weary foot on the rocker sometimes half the day or half the night-rock—rock—rock — rock. Instead of our drug stores filled withall the wonders of materia medica and called up through a telephone, with them the only apothecary short of four miles' ride was the garret, with its bunches of peppermint and pennyroyal and catnip and mustard and camomile flowers, which were expected to do everything. Just think of it! Fifty years of preparing breakfast, dinner, and supper. The chief music they heard was that of spinning wheel and rocking chair. Fagged out, headachy, and with ankles swollen. Those old fashioned mothers—if any persons ever fitted appropriately into a good, easy, comfortable Heaven, they were the folks, and they got there, and they are rested. They wear no spectacles, for they have their third sight—as they lived long enough on earth to get their second sight—and thev do not have to pant for breath after going up the emerald stairs of the Eternal palace, at whose window they now sit waiting for news from the battle. But if anyone keeps on asking the question “Where's mother?” I answer, She is in your present character. The probability is that your physical features suggest her. If there be seven children in a household at least six of them look like their mother, and the older you get the more you will look like her. But I speak now especially of your character and not of your looks. This is easily explained. During the first ten years of your life you were almost all the time with her, and your father you saw only mornings and nights. There are not years in any life so important for impression as the first ten. Then and there is the impression made for virtue or vice, for truth, or falsehood, for bravery or coWardice, for religion or skepticism. Suddenly start out from behind a door and frighten the child, and you may shatter his nervous system for a lifetime. During the first ten years you can tell him enough spook stories to make him a coward till ne dies. Act before him as though Friday were an unlucky day, and it were baleful to have thirteen at the table, or see the moon over the left shoulder and he will never recover from the idiotic superstitions, You may give that girl before she is 10 years old a fondness for dress that will make her a mere “dummy frame,” or fashion plate, for 40 years, Ezekiel xvi, 44, "As is the mother so is her daughter.” Before one decade has passed you can decide whether that boy shall be a Shylock or a George Peabody. Boys and girls are generally echoes of fathers and mothers. What an incoherent thing for a mother out-of temper to punish a child for getting mad. or for a father who smokes to shut his boy up in a dark closet because he has found him with an old stump of a cigar in his mouth, or for that mother to rebuke her daughter for staring at herself too much in the looking glass when the mother has her own mirrors so arranged as to repeat her form from all sides! The great English poet’s loose moral character was decided before he left the nursery, and his schoolmaster in the schoolroom overheard this conversation: “Byron, your mother is a fool,” and he answered, “I know it.” You can hear through all the heroic life Os Senator Sam Houston the words of his mother when she in the war of 1812 put a musket in his hand and said: "There, my son. take this and never disgrace it," for remember I had rather all m3’ sons should fill one honorable grave than that one of them should turn his back on an enemy. Go and remember, too, that while the door of my cottage is open to all brave men it is always shut against cowards.” Agrippina, the mother of Nero, murderess, you are not surprised that her son was a murderer. Give that child an overdose of catechism, and make him recite verses of the Bible as a punishment and make Sunday a bore, and he will become a stout antagonist of Christianity. Impress him with the kindness and the geniality and the lovliness of religion, and he will be its advocate and exemplar for all time and eternity. The Needle Enthroned. The trouble with Sisera's mother was that, while sitting at the window of my text watching for news of her son from the battlefield, she had the two bad qualities of being dissolute and being too fond of personal adornment. The Bible account says: “Her wise ladies answered her yea. She returned answer to herself: ‘Have they not sped? Have they not divided the prey—to every man a damsel or two, to Sisera a prey of divers colors, a prey of divers colors of needlework, of divers colors of needlework on both sides?’ ” She makes dq anxious utterance about the wounded in battle, about ■ the bloodshed, about the dying, about the dead, about the principles involved in the battle going on, a battle so important that the stars and the freshets took part, and the clash of swords was answered by the thunder of the skies. What she thinks most of is the brignt colors of the wardrobes to be captured and the needlework. “ToSiseraa prey of divers colors, a prey of divers colors of needlework, of divers colors of needlework on both sides.” An Apostrophe to Mother*. But if you still press the question, “Where’s mother?” I will tell you where she is not, though once she was there. Some of you started with her likeness in your face and her principles in your soul. But you have cast her out. That was an awful thing for you to do, but you have done it. That hard, grinding, dissipated look you never got from her. If you had seen any one strike her, you would have struck him down without much care whether the blow was just sufficient or fatal; but, my noy, vou have struck her down—- ’ 1".

struck her Innocence from your face and struck her principles from your soul. You struck her down I The tent pin that Jael drove throe times Into the akull of Sisera was not so cruel as the stab you have made more than three times through your mother’s heart. But she Is waiting yet, for mothers are alow to give up their boys— waiting at some window on earth or at some window in Heaven. All others may cast you off. Your wife may seek divorce and have no more patience with you. Your father may disinherit you and say, “Let him never again darken the door of our house.” But there are two persons who do not give you up-God and mot nor. How many disappointed mothers waiting at the window! Perhaps the panes of the window are not great glass plate, bevel edged and hovered over by exquisite lambrequin, but the window is made of small panes, I would say about six or eight of them, in summer wreathed with trailing vine and in winter pictured by the Kapheals of the forest, a reaj.country window. The mother sits there knitting, or buev with her needle on homely repairs, when she looks up and sees coming across the bridge of the meadow brook a stranger, who dismounts in front of the window. He lifts and drops the heavy’ knocker of the farmhouse door. “Como in!” is the response. He gives his name and says, “I have come on a sad errand.” “There is nothing the matter with my son in the city, is there?” she asks. “Yes!” he says. “Your son got into an unfortunate encounter with a young man in a liquor saloon last night and is badly hurt. The fact is he cannot get well. 1 hate to tell you all. 1 am sorry to say ho is dead.” “Dead!” she cries as she totters back. “Oh, my son! my son! my son! Would God I had died for thee!” That is the ending of all her cares And anxieties and good counsels for that boy. That is her pay for her self sacrifices in his behalf. That is the bad news from the battle. So the tidings of dereleet or Christian sons travel to tho windows of earth or the windows of Heaven at which mothers sit. "But.” says some one, “are you not mistaken about my glorified mother hearing of my evildoing since she went away?” Says some one else, “are vou not mistaken about my glorified mother hearing of my self sacrifice and moral bravery and struggle to do right?” No! Heaven and earth are in constant communication. There are trains running every five minutes —trains of immortals ascendingand de-scending-spirits going from earth to Heaven to live there. Spirits descending from Heaven to earth to minister and help. They hear from us many times every day. Do they hear good news or bad news from this battle, this Sedan, this Thermopylae. this Austerlitz, in which every one of us is fighting on the right side or the wrong side. O God. whose I am, and whom 1 am trying to serve, as a result of this sermon, roll over on all mothers a new sense of their responsibility, and upon all children, whether still in the nursery or out on the tremendous Esdraelon of middle life or old age, the fact that their victories or defeats sound clear out, clear up to the windows of sympathetic maternity. Oh, is not this the minute when the cloud of blessing filled with the exhaled tears of anxious mothers shall burst in showers of mercy on this audience? There is one thought that is almost too tender for utterance. I almost fear to start it least I have not enough control of my emotion to conclude it. As when we were children we so often came in from play oi’ from a hurt or from some childish injustice practiced upon us, and as soon as the door was open we cried. “Where's mother?” and she said, “Here I am,” and we buried our weeping face in her lap, so after awhile, when we get through with the pleasures and hurts of this life, we will, by the pardoning mercy of Christ, enter the heavenly home, and among the first questions, not the first, but among the first, will be the old question that we used to asli. the question that is be ing asked in thousands of places at this very moment—the question, “Where’s mother?” And it will not take long for us to find her or for her to find us, for she will have been watching at the window for our coming, and with the other children of our household of earth we will again gather round her, and she will say: "Well, how did you get through the battle of life? I have often heard from others about you, but now I want to hear it from your own souls. Tell me all about it, my children!” And then we will tell her of all our earthly experiences, the holidays, the marriages, the birth hours, the burials, the heartbreaks, the losses, the gains, the victories, the defeats, and she will say: “Never mind, it is all over now. I see each one of you has a crown, which was given you at the gate as you came through. Now cast it at the feet of the Christ who saved you and saved me and saved us all. Thank God, we are- never to part, and for all the ages of eternity you will never again have to ask, “Where's mother?” Rousseau’s Defects. He is a remarkable example of the thinker in whom passion is forever taking the place of reason, who lives upon halt-truths. A single illustration will be enough, and we will take it from “The Discourse on Inequality” : "The riot which ends in the death or deposition of a sultan is as lawful as the acts by which he could, the day before, dispose ot the fortunes and lives of his subjects. As his position was maintained only by force, so by force only he is he overthrown. Thus everything happens according to the law of nature: and whatever may be the outcome of these frequent and sudden revolutions, nobody has the right to complain of the injustice of his fellows, but merely of his own indiscretion or ill luck.” To a generation that is acquainted with the political uses ot dynamite, these words of Rousseau may appear mild; letpt, however, be remembered that he was not a salaried assassin, but an original thinker and a man of genius. The wretches who commit crimes for political purpores usually drift into the hands of the executioner, and the business is at an end; but Rousseau’s Influence did not end at his death. Now if. in the ordinary course of human affairs, these words of Rousseau may with justice be put in practice, it follows that Charlotte Corday’s act in killing Marat may not have been a crime; it was such teachings as Rousseau’s (whether she was conscious of it or not) that gave her the inspiration. Charlotte Corday’s act sense will deck it out with fine phrases.—Macmillan's Magazine. Age appears to increase the value of everything except women and butter. People have become so good lately that there is no one on the chain gang.

FOXY SUGAR TRUST. —4f HAS IT TRICKED THE WAYS AND MEANS COMMITTEE? Trait Statistic* from Willett A Gr»y‘* Statistical Surer Trade Journal—McKinley’s Hard Lesson —Speeltle Tariff Duties Cheat the People. Sample* of Protection. Just why the Ways and Meant Committee left i cent per pound duty on refined sugar, is a mystery to those who are unacquainted with tho insidious workings of our net and spoiled trusts. It was generally known that the sugar trust secured its i epnt duty from McKinley and Aldrich by corruption and bribery. It was also known that this trust had made $15,000,000 or $20,000,000 a year out of this duty', besides half as much moro of legitimate profits. It was known, too, that tho total labor cost of refining sugar is less than 1-7 cent per pound and as low as in any’ other country. Then, why did Wilson leave such a duty? There is but one explanation consistent with the facts and with the undisputed integrity and honor of Mr. Wilson and his committee—the duty is the result of misrepresentations made to the committee. Otherwise, if tho committee had intended to levy a duty for revenue or to protect sugar growers, it would certainly have placed the same duty on raw as on refined sugar. The misrepresentation probably consisted in loading the committee to believe that tho export duty paid refiners in foreign countries would put our refiners at a disadvantage, unless they were protected by a small duty. The sugar trust presented statistics to thitSf effect. This is evident from what ap-( peared in Willett & Gray's Statistical Sugar Trade Journal of Sept. 28. After stating that Germany is paying a bounty of 21 i cents per 100 pounds on the exportation of granulated sugar, from Aug. 1, 1802, to July 31, 1895, this journal continues: “Any reduction of‘ present duty on refined sugars would certainly produce an interesting condition of things in the sugar trade, for in order to compete with Germany, for instance, at a disadvantage of 21i cents per 100 lbs. in this one respect, American refiners might be obliged to transfer their refineries to Germany, or if the business continued here it would be at the expense of all the wholesale grocers, who would be obliged to forego the selling of American sugars, while the American refiners would come into close relations with the retail grocers direct. This would mean ‘chaos’ to the refinedsugar trade, and would not cheapen sugar to the consumer, because refiners everywhere would be in constant competition for raw sugars with which to supply America with refined, and prices of raws would rule at a much higher average price than now. ” If it was upon information of this kind that Wilson decided to leave a duty on refined sugar, the matter should be reconsidered. The Berlin Zuckerindustrie at once took Willett & Gray to task and showed the falsity of their figures. It showed that German refiners, when they purchase raw sugars, have to pay an export bounty on them of what is equivalent to lo cents per 100 pounds on refined sugar—leaving a net premium of only 6f cents per 100 pounds to exporters of refined sugar. This bounty of 1-6 cent per pound will only pay one-third of the freight across the Atlantic. Without any duty, then, our refiners would have a natural protection of i cent per pound even as against the most favored refiners in Europe. That they could compete even without this natural protection is evident from what Willett & Gray’s journal told us, on June 16 last, when it ridiculed Germany’s little refineries, the largest of which could only melt 1,000 barrels a day, while three refineries in this country were constantly melting 14,500 barrels per day. It laughed at the idea of preventing “the economies which come from consolidating the business” by the attempt “to divide up the business into German sized companies. ” Beyond a doubt sugar is refined as cheaply, and probably moro cheaply, in this than in anv other country. It may be well to call the attention of sugar producers to tho inadvertent admission of this semi-official organ of the sugar trust that “prices of raws would rule at a much higher average price than now,” “because refiners everywhere would be in constant competition,” if tho duty were abolished and “chais” should reign—that is, if the power of the trust to “regulate" prices of both raw and refined sugars were taken away, as it would be by the removal of a duty. But this journal does not mind “putting its foot in it” occasionally, if by so doing it can save anv part of the duty on refined sugar, it has thrown its reputation as a statistical journal “to the dogs" in its desperate efforts to mislead Congress and to preserve its right to export $20,000,000 a year from our sugar consumers—as the I cent per pound enables it to do. As another example of the bad effect upon statistics, of mixing them up with protection and trusts, take the last issue of this same sugar journal (Dec. 28). On page five, it is stated that “making up the average prices for the year we find that centrifugals have averaged 3.68 c per lb., while granulated has averaged 4.84 c per lb., a difference of 1.16 c per lb., which has been the usual difference, and was the usual difference ten years ago, when the business was entirely in the hands of independent refiners." Turning back to page 3 we find tables giving weekly quotations of raw (96 degrees centrifugal) and refined (granulated) for the last ten yea 1 s. These show that during the year 1884 the average difference between the prices of raw and refined sugars was less than 13-16, or about 4-5 cent per pound. At no time in 1855 was the difference as great as 1 cent, and the average for the whole year was 5-8, or .634 cent. In 1886 the average difference was .718 cent .and in 1887, the last year before the trust got control of the refineries, the average difference was .685 cent. The average difference for the next two years—lßßß and 1890—was li cents. Thus is this statistical journal condemned out of its own mouth. During the last four or five months scarcely a number of this journal has appeared that did not contain unfair or inaccurate statements, Intended to deceive the legislators at Washington. This is but one of the pernicious effects of protection. Take away the duty which protects this greedy, audacious, law-defying trust, and, besides cheaper sugar, we will have more accurate and reliable statistics.—Byron W. Holt. Cheat* the People. In specific tariff duties there is a form of robbery whiqh is generally concealed from public view. In att manufactures the-cost- of production is being lowered from year to year.’ Let a specific duty which amounts to 10 per cent ad valorem remain unchanged for twenty years and it may be 100 per cent. Carnegie’s übast is that his mills can turn out more steel now with 2,000 mett than they could ten years ago with 10,000. That is an example. Carpets which would have cost $5 a yard fifty w ♦ •

voars ogo can now bslmade for el pi less. A specific duty o $2.50 a yara u Hamilton's tariff, or Ify 60 per cent, would now Im 240 poilwnt. Siwclflo duties prfftent the peopM from getting tho lienoflt of improved j processes and lower of productions d Ad valorem duties follow tho rodueoc r cost without be'ng obliged to wait sot J the people to find out their dlsadvant- J age und to got mad enough to defeat j tho lobby. i . . . Specific duties are tho protected • manufacturer’s pet arrangement. Ac valorem duties are much Hafer for tin people.—St. Loulk Republic. A Great Fight. ’ The war is on! Tho thousands of selfish interests that have bjen fastening ou to our body politic for munj voars are forming in solid phalanx fpi tho fight. On one band are the jieople whoso very vitals have been sucked dry in order that tho privileged might revel in luxury. On the other side stand tho privileged classes, who will fight for their privileges until the lasi one has gone down. It will boa groat and, perhaps, awful contest, for Ims if known that tho privileged classes bt> Hove in tho ontorceinont of law only sc long as these laws are framed to suit them. It will be a great tight on the right of men to get full value foi their money. We of the producing clast work for low wages and pay high prices for the necessities of life. The privileged classes, through tho assistance of Government, get high prices for the things that have been made at low wages. Thus, all tho milk in the coooanut flows to them, while wo get the husks. It will be a great tight. In the end the common people will win, and the trusts and other iniquitous designs to rob the laborers of the fruits of their toil will go to tho wall. But it will be a great tight.—National Economist. Larger Revenue* from Lower Rate*. One of tho Republican scarecrows that are now being used to frighten Democrats away from tariff reform is a so-called “estimate" that the Wilsou bill will cut down revenues $70,000,000. How unreliable—indeed how absurdsuch an estimate is may be seen by a casual glance at the official statistics of the government during the last fifty years. Indeed tho refutation of this absurd “estimate” is found in the daily experience of every retail merchant When these men cut prices for holiday trade or any special sale they expect to more than make np the difference in price by the increased number of sales. The same is true of importations. With a lower rate of duty importations are often so stimulated that the net receints of revenue are greatly increased. The Walker tariff of 1842 is a good illustration. When this low tariff bill was prosed in 1846 the collections increasea $5.( 01,000 the first year, and in ton years increased from $26,000,000 to s64,ooo,ooo.—Oakland County Post McKlnley'd Hard Lemon. At last wo have evidence that McKinley did learn something, after all, from the terrible beating his partygot under his leadership in 1890 and 1892. In his message to the Ohio Legislature on Monday ho warned the majority that it would be held by the people to the strictest accountability. He said, “it should keep the expenses safely within the revenues," evidently having in mind the awful blunder he and his party made in Congress in bankrupting the Treasury. “There should be no inctease in the rate of taxation," he added, as though to say,' “Take warning by me and my bill and avoid the fate that overtook me." The Governor’s formal inauguration will not occur until next week, when, it is reported, he will take occasion to deliver himself on national politics. We shall hope to see him then draw further lessons of reproof and repentance from his own experience.—New York Post. Not Afraid of WiUon. Neither tho panic nor the fear of a reduction of the tariff has had much effect on the cotton mills of the country. Some of those in the East were stopped a few days for repairs, but they were all running last week, and there isn't a cotton mill in tho United States that didn't earn at least 6 percent, during the year on the capital invested. The cotton mills of the South have for tho most part done considerably better than that. According to tho Chronic'e of Augusta, Ga., the six mills’in /hat city and vicinity have paid, or will pay, from 6 to 10 per cent., in dividends on their capital, amounting to $4,500,000, and it must be remembered that the companies are capitalized for considerably more than is actually invested in the works. One of them increased its capital 50 per cent, and will pay a 3 per cent semi-annual dividend. Mockery of Overproduction. The ability of any industry to invade the markets of other countries implies its ability to hold the market of its own country against the same competitors, and it is a mockery <o talk of overproduction as long as there are so many millions of hungry people to feed and so many millions of ill-clad people to clothe, and only a law of Congress to forbid that exchange of tho products of labor by which both ourselves and they could enjoy more of the goods and necessaries of life.—Wm. L. Wilson, in the Forum. Meaning of Free Wool. Free wool means cheaper and better clothing for our people and a better market and higher prices for wool. The protectionist howlers know it as well as the Democrats. Hence their distress lest the Wilson bill will take effect before the next wool clip is marketed. Nothing but delay can save the calamity lies from refutation. Taxation and Bobbery. When the law compels me to contribute my just quota to the support of government, it is taxation; when it compels me to contribute to the support of any private enterprise, it is robbery. The first is a tariff for revenue; the second is a tariff for protection —Wm. L. Wilson, in the Forum. • The Wilson UUI. The one urgent need of the country at the present t;me is to have the tariff settled.—Philadelphia Times. IT Is said that there is some accidental protection in the Wilson bill. Well, let it go at that.. Pass it. Get it out of the way!—Atlanta Constitution. t The House has the new tariff bill. If it knows what is good for itself and the country It will pass It on to the Senate in a hurry.—Atlanta Journal. “It is the uncertainty that hurts." It was the uncertainty that hurt last fail when the repeal bill was undergoing prolonged and useless discussion. It will bo tho uncertainty that kiUs if something is not soon done to relieve it.—Washington Post. Until confidence, based upon fully known conditions, can be established either by the defeat or the passage of the Wilson bill, business depression and suffering will unquestionably abide with us. The Wilson bill should be promptly killed or passed.—Phlladelj phla Telegraph.