Democratic Sentinel, Volume 16, Number 29, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 5 August 1892 — Jarvis Mirny’s Campaign. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

Jarvis Mirny’s Campaign.

McKinley meditate? and looks Decidedly abashed; This Homestead battle to the ground His theories has dashed. Let us explain.—Republican party. Pennsylvania furnishes the most eloquent lesson in protection. In the latest engagement Tom Reed may be classed among the “nlissing.” While Adlai means the “just,” Whitelaw in this campaign signifies the dust. The obnoxious and infamous force bill hangs about the President’s neck like a millstone. Protection taxes the American people $10,000,000 for the privilege of using tin plate. Higher prices and lower wages—these are the results of the infamous McKinley bill to date. The Republican leaders are thrown into delirium tremens at the very whisper of Homestead. Gov. McKinley will probably not be requested to make any speeches in Pennsylvania this year.

Carnegie, being a consistent Republican, thought he would put in operation a force bill on his private account Under the circumstances, it looks as if Mr. Cleveland would find no difficulty whatever in carrying Pennsylvania. Has Mr. John W. Foster got the gout? Oh, no. He has to wrap his feet up that way in order to fill Rlaine’s shoes. The result of the scenes at Homestead, when commented on by voters next November, may furnish Pecksniff Carnegie with a new reading of “Triumphant Democracy.” Many contemporaries are remarking, “There will be no troops at the polls this year.” Certainly net. Most of them will be busy guarding the mills of protected manufacturers. The work Dudley and; Quay did in 1888 will be managed directly from the White House in 1892, but the little man with the large hat will have a good deal of trouble this year in seeing that “none escape and that all vote our ticket. ” With the Republicans explaining their silver plank, explaining Mr. Reid’s relations with labor, explaining the force bill plank, and explaining the McKinley bill, this promises to be a campaign of explanation entirely for that party,

In one breath the McKinley organs assert that protection does not raise prices, and in the next cry out that the removal of protection would subject our manufacturers to the foreign competition from which the tariff shields them. The organs err in supposing that the American people are • idiots. A Western branch of the Democratic National Committee, with headquarters at Chicago, will probably be established. The active work for Democracy projected by the Northwestern States will be an interesting feature of the coming campaign, and it should be directly cared for by representatives of the National Committee, stationed on the immediate field of operations. The talk about breaking the solid South is all moonshine. If Republican success did not clearly menace the South with another force bill, and the consequent revival of the race question, one or two of the Southern States might possibly be fighting ground. As it is there is not the least likelihood that Mr. Harrison will get a single electoral vote from that part of the country. Sr. Lons Republic: While Protection iats are bearing down workingsea’s wages in Pennsylvania they aura energetically forcing up the price «f binder twine to the farmers in up there Male vigorous protest against the advance *g two cents a pound on twine. Xwra lb* no gratitude? Are they

not blessed with a high protective tax on seed wheat?

Apfbal-Avalaxche: There are now 860,000 names on the Govern* ment’s pension roll, and the list is swelling at the rate of about 200,000 a year. Meantime the national treasury has become exhausted. Tho only salvation of the country from bankruptcy and anarchy is the ousting of the Republican party from power.

Two yhars ago Mr. Carnegie and his men were stopping at the best Washington hotels while begging the McKinley committee to give them the most protective tariff schedule ever passed. Mr. Carnegie’s agents are now seeking the indictment of the men for murder and the men are re ciprocating as to both Mr. Carnegie and his agents. But the tariff has nothing to do with all this. The men must be taught to respect authority and to be obedient unto their masters, for this is right.

If the managers of the Republican clubs connected with American colleges accept the hint of Secretary Elkins, and try to start campaign clubs for the dissemination of hightariff ideas in the workshops, they will find ample room for their efforts at Pittsburg and its surrounding towns. This is par excellence the home of protection, and something over 50,000 workmen are locked out from the protected workshops in that section because they refused to accept a reduction of wagss.

It is a curious fact that the only man that Mr. Harrison could induce to take the management of his canvass is one of his own officeholders. The bread-and-butter brigade is at the front in this campaign. There is a significance here which the public will not be slow to recognize and understand. The nomination of Harrison at Minneapolis was effected through the 130 officeholders who held the balance of power as delegates and turned the convention away from Blaine, whom the Republican masses wanted, to Harrison, whom the officeholders wanted.

There seems a fatality about the selection of an efficient chairman for the Republican national committee. First til ere was opposition to Clarkson because he was not believed to be loyal to the nominee. Then Mr. Campbell was forced to resign because Mr. Farwell wrote one too many letters repeating one too many tales. Now there is another difficulty because of “Tom” Carter's management of the land office. _ Republicans would be deserving of pity were they not more worthy of the fate that has befallen them. They have cultivated the very faults they now find incompatible with high public positions.

Sr. Louis Republic: Under the McKinley bill the wealthy people who travel in Europe can bring home large quantities of wearing apparel for personal use free of duty, while those who are too poor to go to Europe cannot get in clothing without paying taxes from 70 cents to $1.30 on the dollar’s worth. This is an outrageous discrimination and the House ought to denounce it by resolution. When the Democratic party has power to correct it, the way to correct it will he to lessen the restrictions imposed by the McKinley bill on the importation of clothing by those who are too poor to go to Europe in person to bring it back.

A Republican journal, considering the possibilities of the Presidential election being thrown into the House, fancies that the House might not he able to decide by March 4, and meantime, the Senate having chosen Mr. Reid, he would become President after March 4 until such time as the House could agree. In such contingency the House votes in the selection of a President by States. It must confine its selection to those candidates who receive votes in the electoral college. There are so few Republican States in the present House that it is not worth while enumerating them, and if anybody fancies that the large majority ot Democrats on the floor of the House would so arrange matters as to enable Mr. Reid to become President, his views in the present campaign are not worth considering.

The formation of a club comprising 800 of the men locked out of Mr. Carnegie’s works who are pledged to vote for Cleveland is a natural result of the lock-out. The strong aversion to having their wages cut down, which these men share with all other workers for wages is sharpened by the suggestion that their employer* are compelled to economize in wages for the sake of promoting the interests of American labor by an enormous contribution to the Republican campaign fund. The loss of 800 or of several times 800 Republican votes in Pennsylvania is not a matter of much moment to the Republican managers. Mr. Carnegie’s contribution to the campaign fund, it is to be expected, will be spent in other and more doubtful States, where the cutting down of wages in his works wfil bar* only an indirect influence

BY WILLIAM J. HENDERSON.

Some people would have said it was Florence Craven’s own fault that she had lost her faith in men. Perhaps some people would have been right, and perhaps they would, not. However, that has nothing to do with this story. The fact is what concerns us and the fact is that Florence Craven did not believe much in women, either, but that also has nothing to do with this story. When Florence was eighteen years old she had ideals. Her idea of a man was not that he should be like Virgil’s Dame Rumor, with his feet on the earth and his head among the stars. All she asked was that a man should be tall, handsome, strong, kind of temper, patient, humble, forgiving, earnest, sincere, affectionate, industrious, clever with his hands, intellectual, and passionately in love with her. It was not much for a young girl to ask, and so Florence demanded it with all her soul, with all her strength. And the first thing she knew the man arrived.

He had the whole of the above catalogue of qualities excepting one. He was not in love with Florence. That, however, did not discourage her. She set out to make him love her. It was at a summer resort that she met him. At first he regarded her sprightly allurements with a sort of patronizing good nature, which stirred Florence’s spirits to their depths. She vowed with a deep determination that she would bring him back to her feet. Several times he seemed to be on the point of saying something very earnest to her, and then the amused look would come into his eyes and he would say something else. This happened so often that Florence became fiercely hungry for that earnest utterance which always refused to come. One night she even went up to her room and wept bitter tears of vexation, of course, because he would not say it. The next day she fished more vigorously. They walked, danced, rode together. The gossips of the hotel married them regularly every day, still he did not say it. And Florence wished more than ever to hear him say it. Finally the end of the season came. The September breezes whispered around the corners of the hotel and the September stars looked down on piles of trunks ready to be taken away the next morning. That night he spoke. He said he had been trying to tell her something all summer, but his courage had failed him every time. He felt that he had not been quite right in keeping it to himself so long, but she had made his summer so pleasant that he had really been unable before that minute to tell her that he was going to be married that winter. His sweetheart was in Europe and would be home in about two weeks. And that was the earnest remark of the man who was tall, handsome, strong, kind of temper, et cetera.

Florence took it bravely as far as outward appearance went. She laughed in his face and told him that she had known it all along. Then she wished him joy and ran upstairs. In the inviolate secrecy of her own room she fell flat on her face and staid there for two hours. At the end of that time ghe arose, looked at herself in the mirror, and smiled a miserable smile. At that moment her ideals went out of the window and were blown out to sea by the west wind. The next day Florenoe Craven was a man-hater and a flirt of the most desperate character. For two years she cut a swath. Her change of heart was most sincere. She simply despised men. She took pleasure in transfixing them with the arrows of love and seeing them writhe. She had no more pity than a seal hunter, and she was as devoid of sentiment as Butler’s “Analogy.” She never made the slightest pretense. She treated all men with sarcastic contempt, and they seemed to like it. She counted her victims by the score. She broke up engagements by the dozen. She made regiments of girls jealous. She played Venus Victrix to perfection, and had all the mothers in society wild with ji desire to cast her into the bottomless pit.

All except one. Mrs. Chasby Soden had a daughter who didn’t go off. She hung fire dreadfully. The only man who had ever shown a disposition to gather her to himself had been switched off by the insatiable Florence Craven, who wrung his head dry and then sent him packing. Then Mrs. Chasby Soden rose up and said: “That Craven girl has got to be married.” The only question was who was to marry her? Mrs. Chasby Soden studied that problem long and carefully, and finally she came to the conclusion that she knew the man. Then she ran down to study out & plan by which he could be led to devote himself to Florence and to conquer her. She spent a whole morning m deep thought. At luncheon she appeared with a severe headache and a written letter. “If that does not bring him,” she said to herself, “I must simply give up. It did bring him. He was Jarvis Murray, Mrs. Chasby Soden’s nephew, the son of her Oldest brother, now dead. Jarvis Murray was thirty years old and not pretty to look at. He had a knife scar iust above the bridge of his nose, and the teat of his face was corrugated with

small pock-marks. He was not tall, but his deep chest and long arms indicated his strength, He was not especially bright or cheerful in conversation, having been close enough to death on several occasions to make him rather serious. Jarvis Murray had begun life as a naval cadet. He had been shipwrecked once and had two desperate fights with pirates. He got that cut over the nose in one of them. Then he resigned from the navy to accept the command of a merchant vessel! A collision,fire,andfive days on a raft finished his career there, though he was honorably acquitted from all blame. He decided that dry land would suit him thereafter. He secured a position with an electric company, and was now in a fair way to become a millionaire. But he was not an attractive man. He knew it, too, and as a rule steered clear of the fair sex. But Mrs. Chasby Soden succeeded in setting him after Florence, and he opened up a campaign that for variety and movement has seldom been equaled in the history of love. It began with some masterly inactivity. The first thing that Jarvis Murray did. was nothing-, and he did it well. He was introduced to Florence, looked at her critically, and then walked away. That made Florence angry and filled her with a .deep determination to make him notice her—and to his sorrow, of course.

Jarvis watched her. He saw her deliberately draw young Forrest Burney into a proposal and then treat him with a measureless contempt that sent the young fellow away heartbroken. If Jarvis had not been let into the secret of Florence’s lack of faith in men he would have called her heartless. As it was, he understood that her heart was exceedingly active and was feeding on its own fires. He decided that Mrs. Soden’s plan of campaign was a wise one. The next day Jarvis Murray treated Florence Craven with deliberate indifference all day. He took the trouble to keep within sound of her voice and sight of her eyes, so as to let her see that he was indifferent. She tried several times to draw him into conversation, but he answered in monosyllables and then turned to speak to another girl. That night one of the full dress hops took place. Right in the middle of it Jarvis Murray shouldered his way through the crowd of moths around Florence and said:

“The next is our waltz, I believe.” You can’t put the assurance of his manner on paper. “I think not,” she said. “You are mistaken,”he replied, lifting her dance card. The dance was not taken. He calmly wrote his name and showed it to her. “You see, it is my dance.” At that moment the music began, and before Florence could recover her breath he had ter floating over' the floor. “Mr. she said angrily, “your impudence”—— “My what?” he asked, looking intently into her eyes. He knew how to look hard. He had once looked a mutiny out of countenance. “Your impudence,” she began again, but he interrupted her. “A man would dare anything for you,” he said. Her face flushed and her eyes sparkled. Jarvis Murray waltzed like a feather-weight angel. He did not say another word to her till the end of the dance. Then he said:

“Have you another dance left?” She had. She had been saving it for a purpose; not this purpose, but she thought now she would let the other one go. Do you know what Jarvis did? He put his name down for that dance and went upstairs to bed. She did not see him until the next day. She was weak enough to take him to task for not appearing to claim his dunce. He told her he was sorry she had missed him, and assured her it should never occur again. That made her so angry she would not speak to him again. Then Jarvis Murray turned his attention to making himself agreeable to the ladies. He knew how to do it, too. He had two dozen ideas in as many seconds, and every one of his ideas was fruitful in pleasure to the women. All but Florence, of course. She wouldn’t speak to him, so she was left out of his plans. She sat around the hotel all afternoon with three or four tall, handsome men, who made loveio her to the best of their ability, while, the other girls went out sailing with Murray and had a glorious time. Somehow or other her favorite sport palled on her that afternoon, and, of course, she blamed it all on Murray. He met her face to face in the corridor as she was going to her room to dress for dinner. She was going to pass him in dignified silence, but he stopped and held out his hand.

“Won’t you forgive me?” he said, looking hard after her. When he looked like that you would have thought that his soul was leaking out of his eyes. “Since you are so humble,” she said, “I will; but I think you were very rude.” “So do I,” he said, touching his lips to the end of her fingers with a manner almost reverential.

He passed on, leaving her flustered and elated. The man had acted as if he thought her a female deity. After that he went on all the evening making things pleasant for all the other girls and leaving her out. It was enough to exasperate a saint. Florence was not a saint, and when she retired to her room for the night she was about as thoroughly vexed a woman as ever lived. She actually broke down and had a good old-fashioned cry. “I’ll fix him,” she said. “I’ll not allow him to treat me in that style. The first attempt he makes at impudence to-morrow ends our acquaintance.”

But on the morrow he was not impudent. That was because he had carefully observed her face when she left the drawing room the previous night. No, he was anything but impudent. He devoted himself to her for the whole day. “ Vanquished at last!” exclaimed Floence triumphantly when she had reached the seclusion of her apartment that night. But he refused to stay vanquished. The next day he devoted himself in precisely the same manner to Mrs. Chasby Soden’s hang-fire daughter. The finest expert from a mediseval court of love couldn’t have discovered a shade of difference in the devotion of this day and that of the previous one. That made Florence wild; what could she do? That is not the sort of thing that a girl can notice. So she had to swallow her rage and content herself with flirting more desperately then ever with a tow-haired gentleman who was possessed of a T-cart and a hyphened name. She overdid it, however.. She had one or two outbursts of temper which frightened the young man, and he ran ajvay. About that time she overheard Mrs. Chasby Soden saying to one of the old Noms on the veranda: “ Oh, yes, Jarvis always had a penchant for his cousin. I shouldn’t be surprised if the unexpected happened m that Quarter.”

“So,** thought Florence, “that ol<} bundle of gossip thinks he’s going tc marry her Nellie. Well, rather than that I’d marry him myself, and I hate him.” The next day she went in bathing just as every one else was going out. Murray stood on the end of the pier and watched her dive o£E. She was an expert swimmer. She swam straight out from the shore, and when she was forty or fifty yards from the end of the pier she turned over on her back and floated like a nymph. Murray started to walk away. She threw up her arms, uttered a scream and went down. Of course Murray bit. He wasn’t going to stand by and see her drown. He must have cleared twenty feet in his flying dive off the pier. He was at her side in a few seconds. “I’m all right now,” she said, panting. “It was just a momentary cramp.” “ You’re not all right, and you’re coming ashore with me. Float.” She floated, and with one arm under her he swam toward the pier with her. “What made you jump in after me? ” she said. ‘ ‘Do you think I’d see anything happen to you while the breath of life was in my nostrils?” A great thrill of joy swept through Florence. It was the first time a great thrill of joy had been caused in her by a man since the era of the tall, handsome, strong, et cetera. She did not like it, on second thoughts. It frightened her. She •escaped from him as soon as possiblo when she reached the shore. That night Mrs. Chasby Soden played her right bower. She watched till she saw Florence sittingon the veranda just outside a window. Then she went up to one of the old Noms, who was sitting just inside the same window, and said: “Do you know, I really believe that Jarvis has just proposed to Nellie? I saw them in a corner and he was holding her hand and talking passionately to her. I stole away, and they didn’t see me.” Florence did not know just how she got out of her chair, but she was some distance away from that window when she recovered her self-control. Then she stood still and clasped her hands. Great Heaven! Why did she feel tfyvt way? What difference did it make to her whether Jarvis Murray proposed to Nellie Soden or not? At that moment the miscreant came to her.

“I’ve been looking for you,” he said. “I don’t believe you!” she answered. He calmly took possession of her arm and walked away with it. She tried to free herself. “Don’t be ridiculous,” he said. “I won’t stand it!” she exclaimed.“You are insufferably impudent. You treat me as if I were your poperty.” ‘ ‘After pulling you out of the water I feel a sort of personal interest in you.” “You did not pull me out of the water,” she answered, losing her mental balance. “There was not anything the matter at all.”

He stopped short and looked her in the eyes. JTlonor bright?” “Honor fiddlesticks!” “And you did that just to see whether I would try to save you?” “Yes, I—no, what nonsense! I did it just—just—for fun.” He let go her arm and took both her hands. “Florence, will you be my wife?” “How dare you, sir! How many girls do you propose to in one evening?” “Some one has been slandering me. I have never proposed to any other woman, and I never shall.” Oh, wasn’t she glad to hear that! And she believed it without a moment’s hesitation. “You haven’t answered my question,” he said; “will you be Bay wife?” “What for?” “Because I love you.” “No.” That was her little triumph. He had made her feel miserable so often, and now she had her chance to be even with him. So she said “No,” and then-waited. And what do you think he did? Dropped her hands and walked away without another word.

The next day he met her and treated her as if no word of love had ever passed between them. It was simply incomprehensible. Any other man would have gone away, or hung off in the distance and looked miserable, or proposed again, but this one did none of these things,and he never left her side. He did not sigh. He did not look miserable. He looked rather contented than otherwise. And he was simply knightly in his attentions. He not only fathomed her thoughts and executed her commands before she uttered them, but he frequently knew just what she wished when she was not quite sure of it herself. The result was inevitable. There never was a girl who could be comfortable in the presence of a newly rejected suitor, and the peculiar conduct of this one was enough to set a girl mad. Florence was so upset by it that she wanted to drive him away. But he would not be driven. He stai'J. And before night she actually felt ashamed of herself. He divined that, too, and told Mrs. Chasby Soden about it. Again she went off into a corner and patted herself on the back.

Jarvis Murray kept it up for a week. He was gentle, kind, tender, and manly in his treatment of Florence. He neither said nor did any more rude things. He enfolded her in his protection. He perpetually fanned her nostrils with the incense of his devotion. But of love he spoke no word and made no sign. At the end of the week he told her he was going away the next day. H< regretted that he could not remain longer, as it gave him great pleasure to think that his humble efforts had contributed to her enjoyment, and he flattered himseli that they had so contributed. Was it not so? Yes, that was so. Well, then, he said, he should feel that his summer had been put to the highest use. Good-bye. He hoped she would spare him a kindly remembrance once in a while when she had nothing better to occupy her thoughts. At that she gave a little sob. “Oh!” she said, “I’ve been so wicked!’ “Wicked!" he replied, “not at all. You mean in regard to me, of course. Well, well, it certainly is not wicked for a woman to refuse to marry a man she does not love. ” He made a sudden movement as if to leave her, the villain. She seized his hand convulsively. “But,” she cried hysterically, “but—but—l—” Then he took her in his arms, and that evening Mrs. Chasby Soden kissed her daughter twice.

For President, GROVER CLEVELAND, OF NEW YORK. For Vice President, ADLAI E. STEVENSON, OF ILLINOIS.