Democratic Sentinel, Volume 16, Number 20, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 June 1892 — Page 4 Advertisements Column 2 [ADVERTISEMENT]

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.