Democratic Sentinel, Volume 16, Number 20, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 June 1892 — Page 4

®l>e IlcmocratitJentinel RENSSELAER, INDIANA. J. W. McEWEN, --- Publishes.

An honest horse-trader has been found out West—a woman. And now we ship the live lobster to England. A cargo of lobsters would make a merry shipwreck. Many persons criticize in order not to seem ignorant; they do not know that indulgence is a mark of the highest culture. The compulsory education law seems, to be a piece of legislation which came into existence independent of either political party. The crop of ornate idiots whose only excuse for living is to poll railway passengers on the choice for President is somewhat backward this year. East St. Louis barbers are agitating for the closing of their shops Sunday. They seem desirous there shall be an orderly Sunday on one side of the bridge, anyhow. New York editors are saying as bitter things against Budyard Kipling as he said against New York. They are helping to advertise the young Englishman. That is what he wants. The Chinese Minister at Washington thinks there will be trouble over the Chinese exclusion act. It will depend on how the Chinese act. If they are good they will not get into trouble. The best record California is making in the treeless districts is in tree planting, and the people are making a business of it. There is nothing that will pay them larger dividends In solid comfort. Emperor William has undertaken to supervise the books that the German soldiers read. The veterans may be excused for resenting this disposition to treat them like academy boys who read dime novels It is gratifying to know that the accident by which a man lost his reason suddenly through using the telephone is not at all likely to happen again. Losing one’s reason slowly through using the telephone is bad Abbas, the new Khedive at Cairo, has determined to have only one wife. He Is said to have been induced to this wise resolve by the advice of his mother and also by his personal recollections of home. He is still a young man, and remembers what was home with a superabundance of slippers. Vienna cabmen have struck against i-egulatlons made in behalf of their victims. It is reported that an old Niagara Falls Jehu was Imported to instruct his foreign brethren in the ways of protected hackmen, and the result has been a system of extortion the Viennese could not submit to. An Indianapolis man has invented a process for “aging” violins: He claims that in two weeks’ time he can impart to any ordinary violin all the fullness and richness of tone possessed by a Stradivarius. If he has any process by which he can take a common, every-day, average fiddler and make him 275 years old he is the man for "whom the world has been yearning all these weary ages. One New York paper now gives away a chromo daily, another insures every purchaser indemnity in case of accident, and a third gives abook to every buyer of its Sunday issue. New York journalists are fertile of schemes for pushing their circulation and it is reasonable to believe that some day one of them will hit on the idea —novel in New York —of making the paper worth reading. The arrest of the two wholesale druggists in Philadelphia last week, for selling adulterated laudanum, is the beginning of an organized crusade on the part of the Pennsylvania State Pharmaceutical Society against the sale of impure drugs. The evidence against the two firms was apparently sufficient to warrant their being held under bail, and evidence has been secured against several other dealers. Belgium to-day has eight millions of inhabitants, and only 120,000 voters. Sixty years ago the constitution of the little kingdom was thought very liberal, but since that time universal suffrage in some adjacent countries, and the wind of revolution in others, have so changed things that Belgium is far behind the times. The working classes insist upon a more liberal constitution, and unless it is granted pretty soon there will be a revolution which will end the tiny state’s existence as a monarchy. To get through one thing and to begin another seems to be the whole of life to some people. The element of well-doing is forgotten; there is no time allotted for that The mind, concentrated on getting on, or getting through the business on band, has no opportunity for consideration, reflection, comparison, Judgment—no time tor proving methods or testing results. Yet, without all this, how poor a thing is work of any kind! ' Even the robber and t-he cut-throat have tbeir followers, who admire their address and intrepidity, their strata-

gems of rapine, and their fidelity to the gang. The liar, and only the liar, Is Invariably and universally despised, abandoned and disowned; he has no domestic consolations which he can oppose to the censures of mankind; he can retire to no fraternity where his crimes may stand in place of virtues, but he is given up to the hisses of. the multitude, without friend and without apologist It must be humiliating to those money kings to think that perhaps only a day or an hour stands between them and utter poverty—that they may be suddenly summoned to anothersphere to begin life without a single one of the advantages which made them so powerful and comfortable in this life. This is a very commonplace traiu of thought, but it Is worth our attention. If men thought more seriously and sensibly on this line, there would be less greed in the world, and less antagonism between the rich and the poor. France has reason to congratulate herself these stormy days that she is a republic and not a monarchy. A republic is in itself a safety valve. If citizens do not like the government or any feature of it they may upset it at the polls. Anarchy is totally unwarranted in France to-day. Anarchy is the savage violence of a mere handful who refuse to recognize the principle that inhuman society there must be some governing tribunal, and in a republic it is the majority. Anarchists should not be dealt with sentimentally, but according to law, and vigorously. The roadbeds of railways should be owned, maintained and controlled by the several State governments. The rolling stock should be owned and operated by private individuals. A railway is an improved highway, a locomotive is an improved horse, a car is an improved wagon. The railway itself should be public property, and its use by private individuals owning and operating trains should be regulated by public officials. Not feasible? Visionary? C. P. Huntington, one of the most experienced, sagacious and successful railway men in the United States, says in effect that it is the only rational solution of the railway problem. A great many discreditable things have been said of Emperor William, but the crudest story about him that has yet come across the water is the one which credits him with a scheme to force his sister Margaret into a marriage with the dissolute gambler and general scoundrel, Prince William of Luxemburg. That an honorable woman should be yoked to such a profligate and unworthy creature under any circumstances would lie most pitiable; but that this Princess should be sacrificed to the greed and covetousness of her brother is absolutely revolting. These royal marriages are, as a rule, mercenary: but in this instance the infamy of the system is more apparent than usual.

Rudyard Kipling has again broken loose, and this time he attacks New York. So much has the city disgusted him that he seems unable to find words in his crude but picturesque vocabulary sufficiently strong for the subject. Everything about the town is bad, and the more he studied it, the more grotesquely bad it grew. It is bad, he says, in its streets, in its police, and in its sanitary arrangements. The management of the town he denounces as the outcome of jsqualjd. barbarism and of feckless extravagance? Some time ago this conceited cad and over-ad-vertised Upstart expressed his opinion about Chicago* and New-Yo titers were greatly delighted thereat. Very few people in Chicago will take any pleasure in this latest airing of Kipling’s views. A New York lady, Mrs. Sire by name, has been giving the Britishers a taste of American dash and spirit that they will not soon forget. Unaccompanied by a male escort, she started out to do London town, and incidentally took in a fashionable restaurant and a swell ball. Several sprigs of nobility, not posted on the American woman’s ability to take care of herself under any and all circumstances, followed her home and broke open the door which she slammed in their faces. Mrs. Sire opened fire on the crowd with a revolver, and one young lord was severely injured. Id this adventure Mrs. Sire did not cover herself with glory exactly, for she should not have been out alone in London without an escort; besides, as she only hit one of her pursuers, she did no credit to the American woman's reputation with the revolver.

Might Have Been Worse.

She—l’m sorry, but our engagement must cease. I can never marry. He—My gracious! What has happened? She—My brother has disgraced, us. He—Oh, is that all? That doesn’t matter. I feared maybe your father had failed.—New York Weekly.

Columbus' Final Resting Place.

President Adams, of Cornell University, believes that the investigations of the German explorer, Rudolf Cronen, leave no reasonable doubt that the remains of Christopher Columbus repose in San Domingo, whence they were removed from Spain about 1541.

A French Prodigy.

M. Inandj. a young Frenchman, astonished the Paris Academy of Sciences by solving the most abstruse mathematical problem offhand. He caa multiply or divide sums of twentyone figures mentally without a blunder, but in all other intellectual ways he is dull

COMMANDS OF FASHION.

SLAVISH OBEDIENCE NOT ALWAYS DESIRABLE. A Fashion May Often Be Judiciously Mortified—The More Common Sense You Get Into Dress the More Favorable Will ■'o the Result. Styles of the Season.

’M willing to folIlow the styles, if the styles will follow me!" exclaimed a well-known lady of fashion, by which, of course, she meant that she was not willing to yield slavish obedience to the comk mauds of Queen Mode. But the trouble with such ■ disobedience is that it is very like- | ly to result disastrously unless I the best of judgment goes with it, says our New York fashion writer. No doubt, a fashion may in most cases be ridiculously exaggerated. It is with dress as with many other things

In life —the more common sense you can get into it, the more favorable will be the result. Take, sot instance, this question of the short skirt or the cornet skirt with demi-train. While there can be no doubt that for dressy costumes intended for the house, for the hotel veranda, for calling, or for the public promenade, the graceful demi-train will keep its hold upon favor during the summer, yet for the tenuis ground, for boating, climbing excursions of all sorts a skirt that just clears the ground will be rigorously in order. If a woman has any grace at all she has a good chance to display it in reaching for her train and in carrying it. There is something extremely coquettish in the various poses called for by this operation, and no one knows it better than the women themselves; hence you may accept it as a decree of her mysterious majesty Queen Mode that no glittering shears shall snip off this pretty bit of feminine toggery this summer, anyway. But while skirts are to remain flat and close-fitting, there will be a manifest tendency to set them off in different ways, such as with foot garniture, panels and tabliers, and the thin summery stuffs will lend themselves admirably for all sorts of ruehings, ploatinga, puffings, minings and smockings. In my initial illustration I set before you a very pretty outdoor costume in glace serge, with a sleeveless jacket which has one dart on each side, and is turned back In such a way as to show the princess gown plastron-like. At the waist line there is a tab and button to hold the jacket, but, if so desired, the

TRAVELING COSTUME.

fronts may be left quite open; but to warrant this, the cut should be perfect. The back pieces cross one over the other below the waist, for which purpose you should cut them larger than the pattern. The curves should he bordered with bius strips of the material, but to Jteep them from drawing you must sew on S strip cut straight and pjgated in the Siiirt i%Made process Afid quite plum, and in order to secure the thio comet train the back breadths especially must be very much gored. The to suit taste, belted in with a broad corsage should be lined with satinette, and the skirt with thin woolen stuff, or the whole costume may be lined with taffeta. At the bottom of the skirt you should place a false hem of muslin fifteen inches deep, between the stuff and lining. You will find a quaint hut stylish outing costume in my second picture, which may be made up in any striped material leather belt, with a jacket of the same material made exactly like a bit of masculine attire. Inside the broad turndown collar there should be worn a dainty linen collar or ruche of some sort, with same finish for cuffs. While it may he true that these imitations of men’s attire don’t become every youug person, yet they suit some styles of the summer girl to perfection, lending them a piquant and dashing flavor which is

DANCE TOILET.

greatly relished by their gentlemen admirers. Saxe, the poet, once said that people went to the springs to play, to pray, and to pay; he also included in his list, to dance, to dawdle and drive, to eat and enchant, to fib and to flirt. But, as a rule, no sign is hung on the wall that carries more joy to the young heart than “Hop to-night.” So, no doubt, you will l>e glad to have a look at a styiish ball costume, which I present in my third illustration. This handsome

dress Is made up in a moire pekln. Tlie front breadth Is cut straight, and the sides on the cross, so as to attain the effect shown. The back pieces are also cut very bias and pleated at the top. The bottom of the skirt is edged with a band and the skirt is lined with blue merveilleux. There is a flehu of blue silk muslin V-shape front and back, and the Watteau fold of silk muslin starts from the point of the cut-out. The deep belt of blue ribbon is set off with hyacinths. It hooks at the back. The sleeves are made of the pekin and have large ornaments of the silk muslin caught in the middle with bows of blue satin ribbon. The skirt will need a balayeuse. Speaking of the Watteau pleat, Its general use has led to the adoption of all sorts of effects wieh conceal the figure, such as the blouses worn unbelted, paletots and pelerines. The paletot sacque is called by many a monstrosity, but in spite of hard names It is sure tq figure as a part of morning costumes, an hour when the air is apt to be a bit fresh. It is too ungainly a garment for walking purposes, but for driving and early attendance on the race-course it does very well and covers one up so that there Is no need to make an elaborate toilet. I note that summer dresses threaten to have a great profusion of lace about them—berthas, bibs, jabots, and cascades on the corsages; flounces and tabliers on the skirts, and also lace effects on the sleeves. Basques are conspicuous by their absence. Striped stuffs are extremely modish and crepons the rage. The fashionable colors are so soft and delicate that one must needs be an expert in tones to define them. Foulards, delaines, nainsooks, batistes, satinettes, and zephyrs are all excellent materials for summer garbs. The thing is to attain some pretty and rather start-

A NON-DANCER.

ling effect with sleeveles jackets, blouses, corselets, braces, and Watteaus. The “Moujiks,” or Russian blouses, are sure to be very popular made up in India foulards, gauzes, or crepes de chine. It is a comfortable summer garment, and you may, if you choose, make it up in lace over a transparency. The summer girl will look very coquettish and piquant in a Moujik, especially when she sets one of the quaint straw hats on her head, hats which look as though there had been a scrapping match in the factory at the moment they were made. They are simply indescribable with their curiously shaped crowns, seven inches and more in height, and the general effect will be to give the summer girl the look of a rejuvenated fairy god-mother, a very good character for her to assume, by the way, for, with her dainty sunshade for a wand, she is easily able to perform wonderful tricks with the stout hearts of stray young men who drift into watering places to see what there is to be seen. But the hotol veranda is not the exclusive kingdom of the modish maid, with her russet shoes, Mother Hubbard hat, Moujik blouse, cornet skirt, puffed sleeves, and red sunshade. The classic miss, who has declined more Greek nouns than offers of marriage, who understands how to construe Latin sentences better than she does the silly chat of college boys, who would rather meet a young man well up in algebra than athletics, is also there, and her great soul is not above rejoicing at the prospect of a ball, although she doesn’t dance round dances. Her only circles are those found in her geometry, but she loves to look on, and in my fourth illustration I show you the classic miss in

COSTUME FOR DEBUTANTE.

tulle and feathers, as she appears athe Saturday night hop. The summet girl may sneer at her lack of modishr ness, but the classic miss is a daDgotous rival, all the same. Her powers of fascina'ion may not be so swift and sure, but they are subtle as they are slow. She is full of quaint fancies, and her speech has many more flowers than her gown. And then she looks well sitting down, which the ultra-fashionable girl does not. She needs movement to display her good points. Repose is dangerous to her, rest fatal. She is like a butterfly—she lacks her charm when she alights. Many young girls really get their first glimpse of gay life while at summer resorts, dance their first waltz at a hotel hop, and then go back to town and go through the form of making a debut to the winter festivities. Hence you will not be unwilling to examine a very pretty ball gown for a young miss, shown in my last illustration. It may be made up either in tulle, gauze or thin silk, set off with a lace corselet.

No More Lessons In Manners.

A Washington man has a bright youngster who succeeded recently in getting even with his father in a very telling though unconscious manner. His father was reproving the little fellow's table manners. “Ikm't do that,” said he, “or we’ll have to call you a little pig.” The warning seemed to be lost for the fault was repeated. “Do you know what a pig is?” was the inquiry, put in a solemn manner. “Yes, sir.” “What is it?” “A pig is a hog's little boy.” The lesson in etiquette was suspended.—Washington Star. We sleep, but the loom of life never stops; and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up to-morrow.

FOR OUR LITTLE FOLKS.

A COLUMN OF PARTICULAR INTEREST TO THEM. Ifhat Children Bara Dona, What They Are Doing:, and What They Should Do to Paaa Their Childhood Day*. Fortune* In the Moon. Children, especially of the South, have many ways of telling fortunes by the moon; the most popular one is this: When the new moon i 6 seen for the first time three steps are taken backward and these words repeated: New moon, true moon, true and bright. If I have a true love, let me dream of him to-night; If I'm to marry near, let me hear a bird cry; If I'm to marry far, let me hear a cow low. And If I’m never to wed, let me hear a hammer knock. Then the flight of the turkey buzzard is always noted, especially if flying alone, and the bird is addressed thus: Hall, hall, lone turkey buzzard! Fly to the east, fly to the west. Fly to she one that I love best; Let me know by the flap of the wing Whether be (or she) loves me or not The bird’s direction of flight is noted, also the motion of the wings. If they flap it is considered a true sign that the lover or sweetheart is true. Ralny-Day Sunshine. “Seems to me this isn’t a very nice world. ” “Why, Kitty?” said mamma. "It’s very nice for mammas and big people who can do as they please, but when children have to sit in the bouse and just look at the rain, it isn’t very nice.” “It seems to me,” said mamma, “if a little girl I know would just look around this big nursery and see all the things provided for her amusement, she might be happier. ” “I’m tired of every one of them. All my dolls are naughty, and all my toys are horrid.” “Please, Mrs. Brown,” said nurse, coming into the room, “Mrs. Dixon has sent her two children home with the clothes, and they are so wet I want to know if I may keep them and get them dry before they go home.” “Let them come up here. Do, please, mamma!” exclaimed Kitty, all the clouds gone from her face. “Very well, nurse; find some dry clothing, and then send them to me. ” “I’ll show them all my things,” said Kitty, “and they shall hold my very best doll. ” Soon two shy little girls were led by nurse to where Mrs. Brown was sitting. “This is Annie,_ and this is Jennie, ma’am,” said she, presenting them in turn. “I have seen you before,” said Mrs. Brown, taking little Jennie by the hand. “I saw you when your mother was ill. Now go and have a nice time.” “Come,” said Kittie; “I want you to see all of my dolls. ” Never had they seen so many except in the store windows, and then they could not touch them. “Are these all your very own?” asked Annie. “Yes; haven’t you so many?” “We’ve only one between us, and she has only one arm,” replied Jennie. “O my,” said Kitty. “You shall each have one of mine.” “Really!" whispered Annie. “May I, mamma?” said Kittie, Tuning up to her mother. “May you what, dear?” “Give Annie and Jennie each a doll. They have only one. ” “Will you let them choose?” said mamma. “Only—” said Kitty, and then she stopped- “Yes, I will,” she went on, "even if they want Louise.” Annie chose one dressed in blue, and Jennie one in red. Both had real hair. Such happy little faces! “It seems to me,” said mamma, “that the sun is -shining indoors, now. ” “They didn’t take Louise,” whispered Kitty; “but I truly would have let them, have her.” As Kitty showed the little girls her doll-house and all her treasures their shyness wore away, and soon happy laughter came from the corner of the room where Kitty had been sitting so forlorn. Then nurse came, and said it was time for the children to go. “Will you come the next rainy day?” said Kittie. “May we?” said Annie looking at Mrs. Brows. “Indeed you may,” she said; “for you have scattered the clouds to-day. ” “Why, there comes the sun,” laughed Kitty, as she came back from seeing her little guests off. “It isn’t a bad world any more. I guess I was the bad one.” Harper’s Young People.

A Hero at Ten Yearn* A story of juvenile presence of mind and courage reaches me from Manchester. Two little children, Arthur and Daisy Lemaire, living at Charlton-on-Medlock, and aged respectively 10 and 8 years, were playing together in their nursery, when the little girl’s frock caught Are. Arthur immediately caught hold of her and wrapped a counterpane round her, trying to extinguish the flames with his hands: but the little girl, mad with fear, tore herself away from him and ran downstairs, setting fire to the curtains as she brushed past them. Arthur rushed after her, dragged her into the bedroom below, and throwing her down on the hearthrug rolled her round in it, and then sat upon her to prevent her escaping from him a second time, says London Baby. The mother ran up, hearing the noise, but, by the time she appeared upon the scene, the little boy had quite extinguished the flames; and, after looking to see that all was safe, he said to his mother, “You look after Daisy while I go and put out the fire in the nursery.” This he succeeded in doing, and only after all danger was ever did he show his mother how his poor little hands were burned with the flames and torn by the struggle with the hearthrug. A doctor was sent for in haste to attend the two children, and, on arrival, exclaimed, “So I hear you have been saving your little sister’s life, Arthur!” “Oh, it was nothing,” replied the boy. Then, laughing bravely in

spite of his pain, he added, “I can’t shake hands with you, Doctor, but I can shake a toe with you!” Who the Bad Bojri Were. Bobby and Harry were brothers, 8 and 9 years of age. Coming late from school one day the mother said: “Why are you late, boys?” Bobby, the younger, was usually the spokesman on such occasions, and he answered: “We stopped.” “What did you stop for?" said mamma. “To see two boys flghtin’.” “Indeed. And who were the boys?” “Harry was one." “Ah, indeed! And who was the other?” “The other was me,” answered the unabashed Bobby.—Yankee Blade. Got the Words Crooked. . “Trot,” said mamma, who was digging among her flower-beds, “run over and ask auntie if she would like some narcissus bulbs.” “I’m afraid I can’t remember the name,” said Trot, but off she went, saying it over and over to herself. “Auntie,” she said, when she got there, “mamma wants to know if you would like some molasses buds. ” —Youth’s Companion. The White Flag Was Mistaken. Dottle, aped four, has learned to look in the paper each morning for the weather signals, and likes to report, “White flag; now I can go out to play.” One day last week she found the desired signal, but was much puzzled to see the rain dashing against the window, driven by a furious gale. She stood looking first at the paper and then at the storm, then exclaimed: “White f’ag, white Pag, the wever is mistakened!”

Grappling for Sturgeon.

One day in March, 1851, writes a Youth’s Companion contributor, I was walking along the road built on top of the great dam which spans the Grand River at Dunnville, Ont., when I saw a curious sight. Drawn up by the side of a waste weir at the west end of the dam were several farmers’ deep-boxed wagons, the owners of which were engaged in the exciting and profitable sport of loading them with great, floundering sturgeon. In a minute I was down among the men, watchiDg with interest this novel mode of fishing. The race or weir was literally filled with the fish, which, in attempting to run up stream to spawn, found themselves stopped by the dam. Every moment fresh schools were coming in from the river, crowding the vast masses already jammed into the shallow passage until some of them were actually forced clean out of the water. Each of the farmers was armed with a common ten-foot rafting pole, in the lower end of which were a spike and hook. With these rude implements they were simply grappling the sturgeon, and hauling them one by one to shore as quickly as their strong arms could work. The fish averaged from forty to eighty pounds in weight, but now and then a monster of perhaps one hundred or one hundred and ten pounds was hooked. Three times I saw one of these big fellows drag his would-be captor off the bank, and pitch him headlong upon the squirming shoal, to the infinite delight of his companions. Notwithstanding many laughable accidents, the wagons, eight in all, were fully loaded in the course of two hours, and as each contained at least a ton the total catch for that boat must have been some sixteen thousand pounds. Yet after the men had driven away the waste weir seemed as full as before! At that time the sturgeon was not the important article of commerce which it has since become. These farmers would salt down the best portions of the fish, or so much of it as they could use, and feed the rest to their hogs. Now, such a catch as above described would net the fisherman quite a respectable sum of money—perhaps three cents a pound, or four hundred and eighty dollars in aIL

Sergeant Vaughan.

A hero in_ humble life was recognized in New York lately by'the gift of a gold medal. He richly deserved it, a fact which appears in this record of his deeds, published in the Christian at Work: A sergeant of Are patrol in this city, John R. Vaughan, was present at the Are in the Hotel Royal a month ago. At a window in one of the upper stories was gathered a group with anxious faces —a father, mother and child —waiting, perhaps, to die together. At the nex't window, in an adjoining building, appeared a sergeant of our patrol. The distance was too great to reach. Without hesitation he threw himself down, resting one arm upon the sill and entwining his leg around a telephone wire, fortunately conveniently near; with his other arm, one by one he conducted this group of three over his prostrate body, as a bridge, to the window of safety. His work was not yet done. Ascending to the roof he discovered a man standing upon the sill of a window in another portion of the house, doubting whether to meet death by jumping or wait to be overtaken by the Are. Shouting to him to wait and he would save him, Mr. Vaughan rushed to the street, and calling upon his comrades to follow, ascended to the roof of another adjoining building; hastily throwing off his coat, hia companions holding him by his legs, he threw himself head downward over the cornice, and with their assistance raised this man of over 200 pounds in weight to the roof. The rescue was completed, these lives were saved. Mr. Vaughan was presented with a gold medal commemorating his heroism. And be richly deserved it. He was a true hero, and none the less so that he performed his deeds in the line of his duty.

Col. Shepard's Duty.

A merchant has been fined 100 marks at Frankfort, Germany, for using a Bible quotation to head an advertisement. The New York Mail and Express man ought to hunt that merchant up and pay his fine as a penalty for the bad example he daily sets.

THE REPUBLICAN CAMPAIGN.

Democrat* Can Take Advantage of the Factional Squabble. Democrats can afford to watch with complacency the development of what is going to be a savage Republican campaign. At no previous time in the history of parties in this country had the Democrats so great an opportunity to take advantage of the factions and quarrels of their opponents. It is to be remembered that Republican candidates have generally been defeated by Republican conspiracy. Sometimes cabals have accomplished their work before or during a convention. Sometimes they have waited until a campaign was under full headway. The defeat of Folger in New York, resulting In his death, was the result of a party conspiracy against a party nomination. The defeat of Blaine in 1888 was due to Republican machination with a Republican minister as its mouthpiece. The defeat of Arthur was the result of a Republican conspiracy that would have accomplished at the polls, had he been nominated, what it preferred to accomplish by preventing his nomination. All the ammunition used against unsuccessful Republican candidates sinoe the war has been supplied from Republican arsenals. The latest instance of this persistent Republican characteristic was the revelation of Alger’s war record. Suggestion leading to it emanated from the war department, which has been in possession of Republican politicians almost continuously since the war. Had there been serious danger of Alger's nomination in 1888 tl*> record would have been produced then. ReEublican managers know he can never e elected to any federal office, as he < cannot now be elected to any office in his own State. They held back an authenticated transcript until necessity for its use ceased for that year. As soon as he loomed up once more as a formidable pretender for the Presidency hint of the actual nature of the war department flies concerning him was given out from a high Republican source. The record Itself was not furnished. That was reserved for further party use. The Secretary of War, Mr. Elkins, announced suggestively that he would publish it only at the request of Col. Alger himself. The Democratic newspaper, to which sufficient hint had been conveyed, nagged Alger unceasingly until he, believing the Sun had the record entire, became alarmed, and preferred to break the blow by giving the true story in part, with minimizing explanatory comments. If Alger be nominated for the second place at Minneapolis Republican official sources will supplement the published portion of the flies with other documents. Alger knows this and is playing carefully among contending cabals. The Harrison' Republicans, to give another instance, are justly in a position to charge on Blaine and his faotion bad faith. When the Secretary wrote the Clarkson letter of solemn and absolute declination he disarmed the administratior. Had he failed or refused to write the letter of declination at that crisis in the preliminaries of the campaign, administration men would have been able to anticipate the claims of the Maine statesman. They are now entitled to stigmatize that letter as a trick unworthy an honorable man, treacherous on the part of a subordinate to a chief and willful in its deceit of the rank and file of the party.' Retaliation is inevitable. Threat of it is already given in the suggestion of exposure of illicit relations between Grace, of New York, whose name was involved in the Peruvian scandals of the Garfield administration, and Blaine In the intrigue that preceded peaceful settlement of the Chilian dispute. It is needless to say that this would be only the beginning of disclosures the administration agents would precipitate if Blaine be nominated. Added to these will be the old charges never met. Republicans have been so long in possession of the power and patronage of the Presidency that they can not suffer to let it go without desperate effort to hold on. But no faction in the party is willing to permit the other to bo supreme. The fight on Harrison is purely a fight of revenge and of greed. It makes little difference now which faction wins at Minneapolis. If Democrats nominate a man disentangled from domestic hatreds within their own ranks, they will receive enough Republican help to give,them the Presidency in November. —Chicago Herald.

The Minneapolis Convention. Michigan is in it this year, and she shouldn’t permit any one to forget it. — Detroit Tribune. Thebe is little doubt now that James G. Blaine will be offered the nomination for President "by the Republican Convention to be held at Minneapolis next month. There is even less doubt that he will accept.—Albany Press and Knickerbocker. UnxiESS Blaine shall break the lines of the opponents of Harrison by a more emphatic declination, his name will undoubtedly be presented to the Minneapolis Convention at the proper time to carry his nomination on tne spontaneous combustion principle. Madison Democrat. Next to President Harrison, the only man seriously thought of for the Presidency is Mr. Blaine. Sherman, McKinley, Alger, Lincoln, and some others are spoken of, but President Harrison would likely have a majority against any of them on the first ballot. But the popularity of Mr. Blaine seems to admit of no rival.—Cleveland Leader. Mb. Blaine will stampede the Minneapolis convention, after a ballot or two of compliments have been oast to appease the little men who are his competitors. If Minnesota is prepared to embrace the opportunity, she can place beside this great leader her own Governor, and in honoring him honor herself. Mr. Blaine is an old man, and an aggressive and vigorous personality like Mr. Merriam’s would admirably supplement the qualities of caution and experience which he would supply.—St. Paul Globe. The combat deepens. The quarrel at Minneapolis will be a very pretty thing in politics. Day by day the opposition to Harrison is gathering strength, and its strength is the greater because it now has for its rallying cry, unrebuked by this member of the Cabinet of President Harrison, the magnetic name t of Blaine. A month ago President Harrison, reposing in the utmost confidence of the outcome, assumed a dignified attitude which he has completely abandoned. At the sound of the approaching Waterloo his soul’s in arms. The great Harrisonian army of officeholders is summoned to the field. The mustering squadron and the clattering car are swiftly forming in ranks of war. There is mounting in hot haste. Harrisonians are stricken with terror dumb, or ipith white lips are whispering, “The Blaine foe come!” The situation is one which can be viewed with the utmost complacency by Democrats. It is a glorious spectacle, as Byron said of battle, to one who has no friend or brother there. Let these contestants have their fight out. The spectacle will be worth the watching, and whether the nominee shall be Blaine or Harrison the Democracy will welcome him to that crushing defeat which, notwithstanding all the perplexities in their own camp, Ihey hope shall be visited upon the Republican candidate in 1892.—Chicago Times.