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HEARTS OF GOLD OR THE HEIRESS OF MAPPLE LEAF FARM

CHAPTER Xl-Contlnued. Ralph Prescott needed no lurther information on which to base rapid, progressive action. His eyes gleamed as if the happiness of a lifetime had come in one flashing second of space. His face showed .satisfaction, supreme confidence, victory. He started straight back to Ridgeton that very hour, only on the way he halted at a little town. It was the one the miller had referred to as the place where he had traced Kis Runaway daughter and her thieving husband. Ralph Prescott visited the clergyman of the village. He was closeted with him for an hour or more. When he resumed his journey, his evil 'ace was more victorious than ever. Plot and counterplot kept his thoughts >usy until he reached Ridgeton. He did not proceed at once to the former home of the recluse, Geoffrey Forsythe. A night’s rest and reflection were aeoessary to act clearly and make no mistakes. At dark the next evening he knocked joldly at the door of the house that low sheltered the disguised Ruth Elliott. She opened it timidly. Her glasses, raise hair and widow’s cap well concealed all traces of the youthful face beiind them. “I wished to see you on a matter of business, Mrs. Easton,” said Prescott plainly. The woman did not ask him in. Slightly nervous, she said: “I do not see what business you can have with me, sir?” “It is in reference to Mr. Forsythe’s will.” “You had better see his lawyer, then.” “No, I must see you. Please admit me. It is a matter of intense personal Importance to yourself alone. ” Reluctantly, the disguised Ruth admitted her unwelcome visitor. She was more disturbed at the proximity of a man she dreaded than at any thought of his penetrating her disguise. The lamp in the room was shaded so +s to cast her face in shadow. She had successfully adopted a tone that little resembled her natural voice. “Be seated,” she said, calmly. “Thank you. Now then, Mrs. Easton,” pursued Prescott, briskly, “I have come to see you about—Paul Dalton!”

CHAPTER XII. CRUSHED. Ralph Prescott fixed his eye 3 penetratingly upon his hostess, as he emphasized the name he had spoken. Something sinister in their expression caused Ruth to start slightly. With masterly control.of the role she had assumed, however, she said simply: “Proceed, sir.” “You know this man. You have been seeking to find him. ” “How dare you interfere in my affairs.” * “Because —I know you.” That was the climax. The words were simple, but they comprised a volame in expression and significance. “You know me?” faltered the disguised girl. “Yes, Ruth Elliott, I know you.” The mask was down. He had expected a scone —agitation, hysterics. He was mistaken. Only a flutter of the false hair, a slight contraction of the muscles about the eyes, and Ruth looked up steadily. “Yes, Ralph Prescott, you have penetrated my secret> but I warn you I am no longer the timid girl who shrank at vain threats ” “Indeed!” sneered the nettled Prescott. “But the wife of a man for whose sake I have st?eled my heart to surprises, sorrow, and pain. You know me. What of it? My story will show nothing criminal in my being here disguised—rather merit, necessity.” “I know all your story, all your plottings, all your hopes ” “I doubt it.” “And I come to warn you, to aid you, Ruth,” and the schemer’s accents grew tender. •“'We were friends once. We must be again.” “Must!.” “Yes; for if you ever needed a friend, a Counselor, it is now. You believe me sordid, heartless, selfish. It is not so. For your sake I come here—for yours alone. You havm been, you are being, wretchedly, wickedly deceived. Your husband " “Stop!” The imperious mandate rang forth clear as a clarion note. As Ruth rose indignantly to her feet, her eyes flashing, her voice vibrating ■with firmness, the craven cowered. “I will speak!” he muttered, doggedly. “I say you are being deceived.” “By my husband?” “By the man you believe to be your husband.” “Do you dare insult me by doubting?” “His honesty, his fidelity? Yes, Ruth Elliott, Ido not come with idle words. I bring proofs!” “Proofs!” uttered the girl, scornfully. “Yes ” “Of what?”

“Of the fact that you are not, and never were, Paul Dalton’s wife. He is a scoundrel, a thief, a bigamist. Bead!” His words dazed Buth. The paper he had suddenly extended startled her, for her eyes read on its exterior the Indorsement “oopy,” and the further words, “certificate of marriage of Paul Dalton •and Isabel Danby.” “He was married before, his first wife is alive. He was a thief then, he is a thief now. The clergyman who gave me that document will swear to him— Buth—Buth—it has been too much for her!” No need to urge further conviction. The last blow had told. With a moan, Buth Elliott tottered and fell in a dead swoon. Balph Prescott looked anxious, but triumphant. He lifted her to a couch. He applied a flask of spirits to her nostrils. He grew alarmed at the icy. coldness of her brow, at the marble, whiteness of ter hands. “If it has killed her!” he panted. “No, ao, it is but a shock, but—l must get

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help—some neighbor, some woman. Tfie worst is over, she knows, she believes. Henceforth, it is plane-sailing. ” He hurried from the room, intent on summoning help. He rang at the doorbell of the next house, briefly informing the woman living there that Mrs. Easton, the nurse, had been taken suddenly ill, and accompanied by her, returned to the Bickroom.

For an hour the woman worked on the inanimate Ruth, startled at recognizing her, divested of her disguise^ “I can’t understand it t Mr. Prescott,” she said. “I fear her condition is dangerous, ” —* “Oh, don’t say that!” bieathed Prescott. “You had better get a doctor.” A physician was soon in charge of the invalid. He looked serious as he left the house. At its door he said to Prescott: “That woman had better remain near her all night, and give her the medicines I have left regularly. She seems to have sustained a terrible shock to her nerves. Good evening, Mr. Presoott. I will call in the morning. Had you not better send for her father?” “He would not come if she was dying.” “Hum! an extraordinary case (altogether,” mused the Doctor. Prescott stood in the open doorway, lost in anxious reverie. If Ruth died, what could he hope to gain? He started slightly as he noticed the figure of a man lurking in the shadow of the trees. “What do you want there?” he called out sharply, advancing a step or two. The lurker came into the radius of the hall-lamp, shining through the open front door, at that moment. “Mercy!” gasped the startled Ralph Prescott; “Paul Dalton, or his ghost!”

CHAPTER XIII. WHAT A CHANGE! “Paul Dalton or his ghost!" Ralph Prescott had apparently spoken truly. The intruder was now fully revealed, and at him the startled schemer stared wonderingly. The first shock of the strangeness of the appearance passed away quickly, however. It did not seem to be because Paul Dalton had returned, because he was here, that Prescott was bewildered, it was the suggestion of the unreal, of the uncanny, that had jarred his nerves and left him a gaping, dubious marveler For there was something unusual, something unnatural, in the appearance of the intruder. His lurking actions were rather cautious than stealthy, and as he returned the look of his challenger it was with an expression in his eyes entirely foreign to the keen, penetrating look that the former farm superintendent ordinarily wore. Again, a few days had made a great change in Paul Walton’s features. He had shaven his face perfectly clean, his hair had been cropped close, he dressed in a loud, affected style. His eyes seemed to have grown smaller, his face was more puffy. Such a change Ralph Prescott would scarcely have believed possible had he been told of it, but personal inspection was his, and he could only look and wonder. Into his mind crept a solution of the mystery, quick and tangible. Paul Dalton had probably been away visiting his other wife —seeing other friends, and had modernized his appearance from the farm employe to the polished gentleman and villain of society. Ho had heard of his good fortune, doubtlessly. He could now throw down the mask. From the smooth, courteous hypocrite, he would become the haughty, domineering tyrant. Every fine sentiment seemed to hare left his face. He looked like a man who had been dissipating heavily. In fact, only that the general contour of features was the same, one might have believed him some person slightly resembling Paul Dalton, but by no means the refined, frank-eyed lover of Ruth Elliott.

“You’re Prescott,” he remarked, and the man addressed started vaguely, for the intonation sounded as if the speaker had a cold—as little like Paul Dalton as possible. However, Prescott scowled, drew back, and, jerking his head over his shoulders, said: “She’s in there.” “She, who? Oh! the girl?” * The intruder edged away a little. “Sick to death,” supplemented Prescott. Paul Dalton look relieved. “I don’t care to see her,” he said. “I’ve come on business; just got word about the fortune. See here, Prescott, where does the lawyer who made the will live?” “A worse rascal than I thought him!" muttered Prescott, studying the sensual, selfish face of the intruder. “He thinks little enough of Buth now. Maybe the fortune was his scheme all along. I never in my life saw avarice change a man so. If I had met him casually I actually would not have taken him for Paul Dalton.” Aloud, he did not at once reply to Dalton. Why should he bandy words with the man who had robbed him of bride and booty? And then, the glow of sinister curiosity led him to the semblance of a friendly interest. “The lawyer? Only a few squares distant,” he replied, finally. “Show me where.” “Don’t you wish to see your—your wife?” “No.” “You’re in a tremendous hurry to grab your fortune, it seems to me. ” “I am.” Terse, practical, the replies came. Prescott closed the door of the house. “Come,” he said. “I’ll show you the way to the lawyer. Say! ” He halted with a suspicious start. He stared piercingly at his companion. “Well?” placidly demanded the other. “It’s strange you ask me to show you the way to the lawyer’s. You knew it well enough when you lived here. ” “Eh! Of course, why, yes. But, you see, I didn’t know which lawyer made the will, I only got a hint of the fortune being left me, in a roundabout way.” “Oh! that’s it?"

“Exactly.” “Well, you know the way to old Drew’s. He’s the lawyer. One word, Paul Dalton. I won’t go any farther with you, so one word before we part. ” “A doaeu, If you like." “You and I are mortal enemies ” began Prescott, with lowering brows. “II you will have it so."

“lou robbed me of Ruth Elliott—you got old Geoffrey Forsythe’s fortune. I am e wronged, plundered man.” “Go on,” nodded Dalton, with provokIng coolness. “I warn you, now and here, that you have no right to Forsythe’s money. I warn you, now and here, that you will have to.flght for its possession,” continued Prescott, hotly. “Very good, I’ll fight for it then.” “You are a scoundrel. Your acts show that you care no more for the brokenhearted girl dying in yonder house than for the dirt under your feet. I warn you to leave here—to renounce the fortune rightfully hers and mine, or ” “Well, young mau, or what?” blandly demanded Paul Dalton—this new Paul Dalton, all avarice, all heartlessness. “I shall make my first move.” “And that move will be?” “Your arrest for bigamy!” cried Ralph Prescott, with flaming eyes, flaunting before his companion the copied marriage certificate, that proved Paul Dalton to be the husband of two wives. [to BE CONTINUED.)

A Well-Trained Husband.

“Here’s something rather novel and amusing in the way of a business arrangement,” said the man on the corner to the other man. “Our Arm has a traveling man whose wife is what is commonly termed a terror. She regulates her husband in every particular, draws his salary and doles it out to him, comes in and raises Sancho with' the house if he is out too long, and makes herself generally obnoxious. All the men in the office are afraid of her, and you would laugh to see them all scatter off and get very busy when she appears. Well, sir, this year the firm wanted to cut that drummer’s salary down, and how do you think they did It? They knew his wife would make things, lively if she knew his salary was decreased, so they fixed it up between them that his pay was to be reduced, but that his wife should draw the old amount, and that as the drummer has a little bank account he would make matters square with the firm at the end of the year. How’s that for terrorizing abilityone little 130-pound woman holding under her thumb her husband and a whole firm besides?”—lndianapolis Journal.

Trying Moments.

Bridegrooms, as a rule, bear the embarrassments of the wedding ceremony with anything but grace. The chances for making mistakes are few, but they coptrive to improve them. At a recent fashionable wedding the groom calmly announced: “I, Annie, take thee, Harold, to be my lawful wedded wife.” The bridal party, who were the only ones that heard it, ■were convulsed, and even the stalwart young minister could not repress a twinkle in his eyes. Another muchrattled young man, when asked if he took the young woman' to be his wedded wife, stared nonplused at the minister for fully ten seconds, then asked blankly: “Beg pardon, were you speaking to me?” Still another, when handed the ring, instead of passing it along, began nervously trying to put it on his own finger, and was only aroused by a sharp little pinch. But most of the small contretemps incident to a wedding can be successfully hidden from the knowledge of the guests, and it is not until the bridegroom is let loose at the wedding reception that the bride really begins to get fidgety for fear he “will do something dreadful,” a fear which is very often realized.

A Wonderful Invention.

An inventor in Vienna has produced a new material that combines some of the properties of glass and celluloid. It is made by dissolving four to eight parts of collodion wool (gun cotton) in about 100 parts by weight of ether or alcohol, adding 2 to 4 .per cent, of castor oil and 4 to 10 per cent, of rosin or Canadian balsam. The mixture Is then dried on a glass plate at a temperature of 120 degrees, Fahr. The compound soon solidifies into a transparent sheet, having substantially the properties of glass. It resists the action of salts, alkalis and dilute acids, and is flexible, says the Philadelphia Record. The addition of magnesium chloride reduces its inflammability and zinc white gives it the appearance of ivory. By increasing the relative proportions of castor oil and rosin the toughness and pliability of leather is imparted to the material, and it may even be made into driving belts.

May Be Heard From Some Day.

That necessity is the mother of invention was brought home to the writer during the recept construction of the cable road in Broadway. One of the workmen had occasion to wash his hands, and, as thbre was no water around except some in, a bucket for drinking purposes, the man found himself in a quandary. 1 After a moment’s thought he 'tilled the dipper, and, putting the end of the handle in his mouth, nodded his head up and down until the water fell in a little stream upon his hands, which he continued rubbing together until they were clean. Of course it was only a trifling circumstance,' but still how many men would have thought of such a way out of the difficulty unless they had previously seen it done.

Kind to Their Horses.

“When in Russia,” says a noted traveler, “I noticed with pleasure that the horses in the droskies were driven with a rein not much, if any, larger than a whipcord, and without check-rein or blinders. The whip is a little short one, and I do not remember to have seen it used. The horses are mostly beautiful stallions and go like the wind, controlled chiefly by the voice. Whatever we say about these Russians, they are evidently kind to their horses.”

Hebrew vs. Yankee.

“Has the Jew, with his reputation as the champion of commercial prosperity, not found in the Yankee more than his match? Has he not in reality been outdone, and does not his future in these parts seem but a 1 dreary one?” The foregoing inquiry! appears in the American Hebrew,; and the inquirer is Max J. Ullman, of New Bedford, Mass. The wire rope used In the tunnel at Glasgow, Scotland, is the largest'and longest wire cable in the world. It was made at Cardiff, Wales, in 1884, and is 2,400 fathoms in length, or about two miles and 108 yards. It weighs twenty-one and one-half tons, and has nearly 100,000 fathoms of wire in its make-up.

REPUBLICANS MEET.

THE BIG CONVENTION NOW IN SESSION. FASSETT IS CHAIRMAN. STRUGGLE OF THE PEOPLE FOR ADMITTANCE. Lively Scenes Outside ami In the Convention Hall—The Crowds Are Impartial and Cheer Roth Blaine and Hurrlsin Indiscriminately. Opening; Session. Minneapolis special: The tenth National Republican Convention was called to order at 12:36 o’clock Tuesday by the Chairman of the National Republican Committee, James Sullivan Clarkson, of Dos Moines, lowa. Considerably before 11 o’clock the crowds of delegates and spectators began to luove from the hotels over the

magnificent suspension bridge that spans the Mississippi toward the convention hall. It hail rained during the early part of the day, but was clearing when the progress toward the hall began. Besides the waving of Hags and the fluttering of gorgeous

badgeß and the nodding of banners and tri-colored plumes, which were to bo seen In vast profusion everywhere, therq were the inspiring strains of many bands and the beating of more than 500 drums, the shrill whistling of the fife, the shouts of marshals commanding the marching clubs, and the cheers andjhurrahs.of the organized and uniformed marchers. There was considerable delay in seating the thousands Who possessed tickets of admission, but Sergeant-at-arms Meek and his army of assistants were fully up to the great responsibility of their task, and did the work intrusted to thorn with promptness and great courtesy. When the vast hall had been filled it presented a most impressive scene. The galleries contained many ladies, all attractive in bright colois. The great gathering, canopied and wreathed, so to speak in a gorgeous trimming of flags, portraits, mottoes, flowers, and bunting, constitutes the most magnificent auditorium spectacle ever witnessed In an American city. It surpasses by far the Impressive picture of the interior of the Chicago Auditorium when the National Republican Convention of 1888 was in session at its most brilliant

TEMPORARY CHAIRMAN FASSETT

gathering. It is a congregation of the great leaders of a mighty political organization. and with its thousands of brave, serious, intelligent, careworn, yet hopeful faces turned toward one the impressions received were entirely out of the ordinary Course of life’s experiences. But there Is no time for these interesting contemplations, for listen to Clarkson, lowa’s favorite Republican political manager, who is beginning to address the vast audience. He speaks in a clear, pleasant voice of considerable volume and force, and may be plainly heard as the sweep of the humming sound of 10,000 voices is hushed. The call for the convention has been read by M. H. De Young of California, and the machinery that is to give the people*a candidate for the greatest office within their gift has been put in motion, and the spirited lowan is reminding the delegates of their solemn duties. The blessing of Almighty God has been invoked by Bev. Dr. Brush, Chancellor of the University of South Dakota at Mitchell, and now all is solemn and silent, with only the voice of the Natlbnal Committee Chairman ringing out upon the ears of the anxious

multitude. Clarkson speaks well ana convinces all that he is a man full of courage and energy. There is a practical business tone to his address. He reminds his hearers of victories won in

Thomas C. PLATT, Blaine's Commander-in-chief.

the past and of an impending cont est, and he Ims alreudy convinced every heart in tho great flail that the welfare of the nation is indissolubly interwoven with tiie success of the Republican party. The lowa man Ims performed his task well. HeVonelude3 amid an outburst of applause that would awaken pride in a heart of stone. Now he presents J. Sloat Fnssett of New York for temporary Chairman, and once more the multitude breaks into a roar of cheering that marks the advanco of tho New-Yorker with approval. A' formal motion and Fassett is confirmed as the temporary Chairman by nearly a thousand “ayes.” Mr. Fassett looked perfectly self-pos-sessed as he gazed about the vast hall. In his hand was a type-written manuscript to which he referred occasionally as ho spoke. Mr. Kaiwtt'i Speech. Mb. Chairman And Fellow Republicans: For the dlstintpiished honor whioh you have conferred upon me lam very grateful. I approach the duties of preeidlujf officer with cx-

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treme diffidence, and am sustained only by a reliance upon your generous forbearance and co-operation. It Is eminently fitting that a ltepubflcan convention should be held In a temple erected for the display of the products of protection to American Industries, and In this beautiful city of Minneapolis, also, the Joy and the pride of the great West. This cfty,

GEN. LEW WALLACE, one of Harrison's lieutenants.

which Just about equals In age the Republican party, with Its prosperous mills and factories and workshops and its generous and happy homes, abounds In object lessons teach*ing more clearly than In any words the sound wisdom of Republican doctrines when epitomized In facts. We are met to exercise one of the highest privileges of our citizenship. As trusteesVjf seven millions of voting Hepuollcans, gathered from every State and Territory In the Union, It becomes our duty to formulate for the Inspection of the people the beliefs and purposes of our party relative to all the living political questions of national Importance, and to choose that man for leader under whose guidance we feel we shall be most sure of establishing those beliefs in the form of laws. We are here not as warring factions, struggling to win supremacy under favorite leaders, but as comembers of one great party, seeking to select from the shining roll of our honored great men that type of statesman which shall be regarded as the soundest apd most complete embodiment of the cardinal doctrines of our party. There Is not a Republican In this convention whose heart does not bum with ardor for triumph in the Impending campaign. We are all eager for success; we are here to make the necessary preliminary arrangements and wo all propose to make them in the right spirit. If there Is ever a time when It is proper for Republicans to differ It Is preclceiy on such occasions as this, when they are met tofrether for the express purpose of reacting ultimate unity through the clash and contest of present differences. In the wlde-

THERESE A. JENKINS (ALTERNATE), WYOMING.

reaching and delicate business of agreeing upon the standard bearers for a great party there Is abundant opportunity for honest men to hold and express honest differences of opinion, and the more earnest the men and the more honest the opinions, the more determined will be the contests and collisions

and the more complete the final unanimity. The air le always the sweeter and purer after a storm. It is our right now to oppose oaoh other; it will be our duty to unite tomorrow. Our differences should end at the convention doors, and will end thero. When this convention shall have concluded Its labors we shall have.but one choice, and that tho nomlnoes of this convention; but one purpose—their election. Tho nomination doea not end the campaign; it begins it. The campaign which Is to be made will not be the campaign of the candidates, by the candidates, and for the candidates, but of all the naijy, by all the party, and for all the party, In the interests of the whole people. With malice, then, toward none, but with affection and.respeot toward all. each of us, according to his light, as God gives him to see the light, should subordinate all merely local and itersonal considerations to an earnest endeavor to sooure the best Interests of the Republican party throughout the entire sisterhood of States. None of our trusted leaders is

woak; all of them are strong, jjomo may be stronger than others. If, as each delegate views the field, there Is some one into whose 1 figure soems to him larger, whose stature higher, whose famo and following more commanding. whose name more inspiring than that of any other man, then the pathway of each delegate should be broad and easy. The eyes of all the Kopuhltoans at home and the eyes of all our adversaries everywhere are intently fixed upon this convention. A nation Is watching us—our enemies to criticise, our friends to ratify. The responsibility Is enormous, hut you will meet it wisely. The Republican party has never yet made a mistake

In its choloe of candidates; It will not make any mistake here. All over this broad land the bonfires are sot to be lighted, the Hags ready to be unfurled, and the Republicans at home aro waiting to show approval of your choice. Tho history of our party since lsjfl Is the history of our country. There Is not a single page but shines brighter for some act or some word of some great Republican. Count over our chosen heroes whom we are teaching our children to love, emulate, and revere, and you shall name Republicans. Lincoln, Reward, Grant, Sherman, Garfield, Logan, Harrison, and Hlatne— these are a few of our jewels, and wo may proudly turn to our Democratic friends with the defiant challenge: "Match them." These men became great and remained great through their belief In and advocacy or the ennobling aud Inspiring doctrines of the Republican faith. Name me over the great masterpieces of constructive and progressive legislation, enacted since the civil war, and, one by one, their authors and finishers will be found Republicans, I have not the time even to calculate the long list of good works undertaken and performed. You aro all familiar with the story—the Irrepressible conllict undertaken and concluded, slavery abolished, public credit re-established, the Constitution ami the Union restored asd reconstructed, the old Hag washed cleau of every stain and new stars added to Its glory, the wide West thrown open to easy access and settlement, the policy of protection to American labor and American Industries established, developed and vindicated; the markets of tho world opened by tho persuasive logic of reciprocity to the products of the American workshop and the American farm, until to-day the nations of the world are paying tribute to our sagacity In millions and millions of Increased purchases, and Lord Salisbury has been driven to the significant confession that even in England free trade has proved disappointing. Rivers and harbors have been opened to commerce; the white hulls of our now navy are

CHAUNCY DEPEW , commander of Harrison's forces.

ploughing the waters of every sea; peace has been maintained and respect secured abroad, and so the list might be extended and expanded while your patience might endure to listen. Our political adversaries, though perpetually opposing every measure of our new Republican policy, are compelled to admit the wisdom of our course and to confess that we have been right and they have been wrong. Thy have Just about exhausted in the Fiftyfirst Congress one year of Congressional life In vain assaults upon three Items In a tariff bill made up of 300 Items. At this rate of progress they would have to be trusted for about 800 years in power before we could see a tariff reform upon lines agreed upon by our conflicting Democratic friends. But we cannot hope to win merely upon the recital of the achievements of our past, brilliant as they have been, any more than our adversaries can hope to succeed upon platforms of glittering promises. The past is chiefly useful to us In so far as It demonstrates the vitality of the party to redeem its pledges and its ability to govern In a broad and enlightened way a free and progressive people. Our pledges have been kept all save one, and I greatly mistake the temper of the Republican party if 1t will ever be contented until that pledge Is made good. Our manhood and honor is pledged to continue the contest for a free and honest ballot until this vital question is settled in the right. That a free people should cast a tree vote and have it honestly recorded and returned is the dream and determination of the Republican party and the despair and nightmare of Democracy. It Is the pride of the Republican party that it never yet baa

■ 1 7" i ■ committed an assanlt upon the freedom! of the ballot. The entire vocabulary of political crimes has grown out of attempts to describe assaults of Democracy upon the freedom of the ballot and fair play in the exercise of the elective franchise. And the Individual words have been made Intelligible by Democratic practices. No question has ever been permanently settled and never will be* finally determined until It Is settled in the! right; and until every citizen, white or black; East or West, North or South, can approach the ballot-box with absolute seourlty and have bis vote counted with absolute honesty, none of us can rest assured that our liberties are safe. Unless the votes of all men are safe the vote of no man Is safe. It Is not the negro alone who Is disfranchised. It Is every American. The contest before us assumes all Its difficulties from the fact that we enter the Presidential race handicapped by the certainty that in an electoral college of 444 members 166 votes are now already absolutely secured in advance to the Democratic nominees, and these 166!

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votes come from tho Bouth, which Is kept permanently solid through a norpetual broach of the guarantees of ttie Constitution of the United mates. Sometimes wo are told that the mission of the Republican party is ended; we have met our destiny and fulfilled it. Hut the destiny of a progressive party Is uover fulfilled In an advancing and expanding national life. Ho long as thero remains a wrong to be redressed, so long as thore remains a right to bo enforced, so long as all the privileges of citizenship are not freely enjoyed under the guarantee that tho Constitution gives to all citizens of this Union, Just ho long will there bo a mission for tho Republican party. Ho long will there be a great work bofore us and oaoh Republican may exclaim: "1 llvo to greet that season, By gifted men foretold, When men Hhal) live by reason And not aloqe by gold. When man to man's united' And every wrong thing's righted This whole world shall be lighted As Eden was of old. I live for every cause that lacks usslstanco. For every wrong that needs resistance, For tho future in the distance, And the good that I can do." At the close of Mr. Fassett's address flic convention adjourned until 11) o'clock Wednesday morning.

A correspondent of the Calcutta Englishman, writing from Mozulferpur, Tirhut, gives a description of a day’s pig-sticking. The fourth boar proved a tough customer. This animal, says the writer, was a typical* wild hoar, sulky and savage to a degree, breaking backward and backward again whenever the elephants reached him, charging with real vicious Intent whenever anyone neared him, and, when forced out of cover, using his ;ace to get hack again. He totally refused to go away clear, so it was determined to kill him In the grass. Mr. J)—— promptly got a spear into him, which did not improve his vicious disposition, and he charged In savagely, only to be struck again. Upon this lie lay down and let himself lie prodded twice, making us believe that he was dead. But' suddenly, without warning, he charged out, and cut 11. C.’s horse in both hocks, and then with a spear still in him charged between two elephants. Then, as Rider Haggard would say, a strange thing happened; for one of the elephants, seeing the spear sticking In the pig,pulled It out with its trunk and threw It high over the mail out’s head. When the spear had thus been extracted, the pig evidently lost blood, for ho lay down and let himself be slain peacefully. After this surly fellow’s death, the elephants were taken to the smaller grass across the “bandh." Seven lighting boars, averaging collectively over thirty Inches each, and four horses cut, was good enough for one morning, and It was a hatch of satisfied sportsmen who sat down to Mrs. 11. 's ample lunch at tho Guprama bungalow.

To Relieve an Overworked Brain.

A. Swiss doctor says that many per. sons who extend their mental work well into the night, who during an evening follow attentively the programme of a theater or concert, or who devote evenings to the proceedings of societies or clubs, are awak. ened In the morning or in the night with headache. He is particular to say that he does not refer to that headache which our Teutonic brethren designate “ Katzcnjammer,” which follows certain convivial indulgences. This headache affects many persona who are quite well otherwise, and la due in part to the previous excessive work of the brain, whereby an abnormal flow of blood to that organ fa' caused, and in part to other causes—for example, too great heat of rooms, contamination of the air with carbonic acid, exhalations from human bodies, and tobacco smoke. For a long while the doctor was himself a sufferer from headache of this kind, but of late years has wholly protected himself from It by simple means. When he is obliged to continue his brain-work- into the evening, or to be out late at night in rooms not well ventilated, instead of going directly to bed, he takes a brisk walk for half an hour or an hour. While taking this tramp, he stops now and then and practices lung gymnastics by breathing in. and out deeply a few times. When he then goes to bed, he sleeps soundly. Notwithstanding the shortening of the hours of sleep, he awakes with no trace of headache.

The Frog’s Peculiarity.

A frog can not breathe with his mouth open. The conformation oi his breathing apparatus is such that when his mouth is open his nostrils will be closed, and paradoxical as it may seem, all you have to do to suffocate a frog is to put a stick in his mouth so he can not shut his jaws. It is a strange phenomenon, probably unparalleled in animal history, but nevertheless any one who pleases may make the experiment, though it certainly will be disastrous to the frog. a All delay Is ungrateful, but we are not wise without it.

A Pig-Sticking Adventure.