Democratic Sentinel, Volume 16, Number 51, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 January 1893 — Page 3

T RVE AS STEEL

BY MRS ALVARI JORDAN GARTH

CHAPTER Xll—Continued. There was a dreary lapse of silonce, but during its reign the gleaming, scintillant eyes of Beatrice Mercer toid that Lheir owner was not idle. She was thinking, plotting, preparing to act. Her quick mind* grasped the situation readily, the situation she had anticipated, and whioh she had come prepared to meet. She held the remedy —gold. To befriend the father of the man she loved in his dire extremity, to save an honored family name from reproach —would it not win the gratitude of the delinquent son, and gratitude pity, and pity love? She had other final resources in reserve. She had prepared plans calmly, systematically. This was but the first step. Oh! she could not fail. She arose and stole to the door; she peered in. There sat the stern-faced, implacable lawyer, the fatal documents spread out before him. There, too, wan-faced, wretched, lost, shrank the father of Raymond Marshall. She stepped boldly across the threshold of the room. Not until she had reached the table and her shadow fell across it did lawyer and viotim glance up, with a vivid start. “Madam! —why " began the former. “I have come to purchase those documents.” Her hand pointed to the pile of notes and securities, almost touching them. In profound wonderment the lawyer regarded her. With a gasp of hope, suspense, dread, Colonel Marshall stared at h -r veiled face. “You have come ” repeated the lawyer, vaguely. “To buy those documents!” “Why—l do not understand —by what right.” “Are they, for sale?” Her voice rang out sharply. “To Colonel Marshall or his authorized agent, yes, but to a stranger-—” Beatrice Mercer turned to the bewildered Colonel. “I am no stranger, but a friend,” she half-whispered in his dumfounded ear. “I came to save you,” and then aloud; “Colonel Marshall, you authorize me to act for you?” The half-stunned Colonel could only nod like an automaton. “Ten thousand dollars is the amount, I believe,” went on Beatrice, calmly. “There is the money. See that it is right. ” She had flashed a heap of bank-notes of large denominations before the lawyer’s sight. She took up the papers on the table. “This is the forged $2,000 note, I believe?” she said, selecting one from the many papers, “Colonel Marshall, it ■ shall never trouble you again.’’ With two twists of her dainty tut supple wrists, she severed the fatal document in twain.

“These other papers I shall keep for a day or two. The amount is correct?” she demanded of the lawyer. “Colonel Marshall, you are free from debt and dread alike. I trust we all know how to keep a secret. I would like to speak a few words to you alone. ” The lawyer had witnessed some strange scenes in his professional career, but the denouement of the present inexplicable one left him speechless. Colonel Marshall, like one in a dream, followed the woman who had mysteriously saved him from ruin and dishonor from the room. Then, realizing that he had been snatched from the brink of a precipice, he reeled to a table in the outer office for support, and burst into tears. “Woman, angelic deliverer!” he fairly sobbed. “Who sent you here? You have saved to me all I hold dear on earth. My tears, my prayers shall be yours till my last breath. I shall teach my own to reverence you. I shall repay you dollar for dollar. What can I say, what can I do to acknowledge, to repay this stupendous obligation that crushes, stuns, mystifies me?” “One single favor.” , “Name It-—oh! name it.” “Ask no questions, feel no obligations. I only ask that to-morrow evening at dusk you come to the hotel and to the apartments of Miss Leslie, and bring your son Raymond with you.” She was gone like a flash with the words. The Colonel stood staring after her as if she were some wraith. His eyes closed and he swayed like one in 3, dream. He hastened after her a minute later to demand a more lucid explanation of her strange intercession in his behalf, but when he reached the street, like the fairy in the story-books, she had disappeared utterly. Beatrice Mercer had hastened back to the hotel. Her face was flushed, her eyes hopeful, exultant, as she laid aside her wraps. ■> “So far all is well,” she murmured, confidently. “Now for the most difficult part of the plot.” When Dr. Simms came, she led him to a sofa, and for over aij hour In low, earnest tones she with him.

She told him all her plot, desires. She startled him with her boldness and shrewdness, she dazzled him with the promise of munificent rewards. “What a scheme!” he ejaculated, arising at last, “and all for the love of a man whose heart is buried in the grave of that lost, drowned girl. Beatrice, is the game worth the candle?” “I will have it so!” she cried, wildly. “Without Raymond Marshall, what is wealth to me! You will help me?” “To the last!” “You can give me the medicine to produce the effect I desire. You will help me carry out the imposition?” “Yes. Wait till Igoto my office.” In an hour he returned. Deep and subtle must have been the plots of the fair and false siren, for, as he handed her a tiny phial, he said: “ You can rely upon it. When Raymond Marshall comes to see you tomorrow, it will be as you desire. All the pity of his heart cannot fall to go out to woman who has saved his family from penury and disgrace for, to all seeming, through the agency of that potent drug, you will be a dying woman! ” CHAPTER XIII. A SUBTLE PLOT. “All is ready?” “_Evervthing. My housekeeper, whom we can trust, will act as nurse and is in the next room. I will receive the Marshalls when they arrive and pave the way for you.” "Make no mistake!” It was the afternoon of the day succeeding that which had witnessed Beatrice Mercer’s strange act of generosity. Beatrice herself, In propria persona, the disguise she had hitherto adopted

now abandoned, lay upon * couch In one corner of her sleeping apartment. She was no longer disguised, bht there was a. change In her from her ordinary appearance that was most remarkable. Her face looked thin and wretchedly white, her eyes heavy. As she lay back on the pillow, her labored breathing and hectic cheeks seemed to indicate a hot, burning fever. A hot, burning fever she had, but produced by artificial means. This ruthless schemer had paused at nothing to accomplish her ends. To further her schemes an assumption of mortal illness had been necessary, and her worthy coadjutor, Dr. Simms, had not prevaricated when he told her that the contents of the little phial he had given her th * day previous would bring about the result she desired. These two had plotted well in unison, and as he entered the outer room of the suite he assumed that grave, serious expression of face that the average physician wears while attending a patient in the last extremity. He opened the door with warning noiselessness as there came a tap finally. A servant stood there, two persons at his side. “Gentleman to see Miss Leslie, sir,” he announced, withdrew, and Doctor Simms ushered his two visitors into the room and pointed to chairs, his serious manner evidently surprising them. Colonel Marshall was the one, his son Raymond the other. The former was all curiosity and excitement. As to Raymond, as he sat gazing vacantly at the floor, his hollow cheeks, haunted eyes and dejected bearing generally told that the present visit had no interest for him. “Doctor Simms!” ejaculated the Colonel. “Why! I came to see ” “Miss Leslie?” “Yes.” “Miss Leslie is a dying woman, Colonel Marshall. “What!” With an incredulous gasp the Colonel started to his feet. “Yes, she has been ill for some time. 1 was summoned yesterday afternoon. 1 found her fevered, almost delirious. She asked me to receive you,” “Doctor, you amaze me! This strange lady ” “Has an iron wijl even in death. She r has explained everything to me. She insists upon seeing yourself and your son. even in her dangerous condition. I told her that the shock might kill her, but she insists.” “Doctor! I am at a perfect loss to understand this lady’s remarkable generosity in my behalf—the mystery surrounding her ” “Here are the notes she took yesterday. She bade me destroy them in your presence.”. “Wait! Don’t! I really cannot accept all these favors from a stranger. ” The Colonel spoke too late. The documents were blazing on the hearth. He was a free man! A stranger had liberated him from all the financial entanglements of the hour. “Doctor!” he panted, “this mystery is maddening. Who is this lady?'’

“You will be surprised when you know. Come; you, too, Mr. Marshall,” to Raymond. He advanced to the door of the sleep-ing-room and tapped lightly. The nurse opened it. Awed, startled, Col. Marshall stood in the center of the apartment, gazing dubiously at the figure lying on the couch, its face turned from him. Quite as curious and interested for the moment, Raymond Marshall looked up, too. , “Miss Leslie has asked me to explain to you why She has interested herself in your behalf,” spoke the Doctor, in calm, measured acoents. “Hermet has been one in a measure of atonement, of compensation for a wrong done a member of your family.” “Ha!” exclaimed the Colonel with a start, “she must be, then, some relative of the wretch who robbed me—who encompassed me in all this trouble, my former partner!” “Not at all. She simply deceived a member of your family. She is familiar with the troubles of your son, as well as yourself, and she desires me to impart some mournful information to him. Mr. Marshall, will you kindly read that article?" The Doctor had handed to Raymond Marshall the newspaper which had first set Beatrice on the trail of Edna Deane. It chronicled her death at the snowladen bridge. So accurately did it describe Edna and her attire, that, as Raymond Marshall perused it, with distended eyes and ashen face, he could not mistake the truth. With a wild cry he sank to a chair, the paper fluttering to the floor. “Dead! dead!” he wailed. “All hope, then, is lost!” “What may all this have to do with the lady here?” began the astounded and mystified Colonel Marshall. “Much. This ordeal is trying, fatal to her, but she insists. Nurse, turn up the lamp. Colonel—Mr. Marshall, your benefactress, the lady who makes an atonement for a great wrong, is ” “Beatrice Mercer!” In surprised accents from the Colonel’s lips, in a gasp of incredulity from those of Raymond Marshall, rang ihe name simultaneously, as the pretended invalid turned her wan features toward them. Dying features they were, to all semblance. The Doctor’s art and her own deft acting carried out the intended effect completely. “Raymond!” she fluttered, in a weak, wailing voice. “Say that you forgive me. I did wrong in deluding you. I even sought to find Edna and restore her to you after my cruel deception, but she is dead. A distant relative heft me a fortune. The only restitution I could make was to aid your father. lam dying. The only reward I ask is that you take my hand and forgive me for it all. ’’ Raymond Marshall stood like one in a dream. All the past flashed over his mind. This woman had, indeed, wronged him, but still she was not accountable for Edna’s death. As he thought of all she had done for his father, as he fancied he read a noble remorse in her words and deeds, a generous impulse drove him forward. He felt her burning hand twitch in his own. He did not doubt, after all the Doctor had said, that she was a dying woman. “You did me no wrong except to torture me with a passing belief in the faithlessness of the woman I loved," he said. “For love of you!” murmured Beatrice, fervently. “Raymond, I can tell you now, for I shall soon die. I was not to blame for my love, and I had not. Edna’s gentle nature to endure in silence. I loved you so hopelessly, yet so fondly!” His eyes dimmed with tears. Love was surely no sin, even when hopeless. His great heart stirred with honest pity. “I can die in peace, now,” she said, “for your eyes tell me that I am forgiven Raymond, good-by—good-by!”

Her eyes were raining teals. , Oh; actress deft and subtle! oh, hypocrite strong and confident! pitting all the issues of life upon the frail cast of a die. She turned her face to the wall, her sobs carusing the sympathetic Colonel to wince with honest pity. Raymond looked concerned, grieved. “Can we do nothing to make her happier?" spoke the Colonel, deeply affected. “Can I not tell her how grateful I am—how some arrangement must be made for the repayment of the money advanced?” “She would refuse to consider it,” responded the Doctor. “But—no!- I had better not mention it. ” “Speak, Doctor!” urged the Colonel, eagerly. “You were about to make some suggestion?” “It concerns your son. This morning this poor creature wailed her heart-siok-ness over her love for him. She cannot survive the night, and yet I think she would be infinitely happy for that brief period of time if she knew that you Forgive me, gentlemen, my task i 3 too difficult to complete.” “If sho knew what?” demanded Raymond, softly. “If you would consent to wed her. Nay, sir, do not start. A dying child’s wish; you need not gratify it, only she has left all her fortune to you.” “I will never accept it!” dissented Raymond, indignantly. “The law will make you. This poor girl’s devotion is pitiable. Give her your name, render her dying moments happy. It is not much to do, for before morning you will be a widower. ” The plot was out. This wa9 the deft design two clever schemers had planned. The unsuspecting Raymond Marshall never dreamed of a new deception. “Raymond, do it; it will quiet talk when ner will is read. Poor creature! her devotion is indeed pitiable, ” spoke the Colonel. Raymond Marshall thought of the woman dead and of all his love for her; of the woman dying and his pity for her forlorn helplessness. “What does it matter!” he murmured, dejectedly. “My life is gloom—the future aimless. If that small ceremony can brighten this dying girl’s moments, Doctor, I will marry her! ” The clever actress on the couch thrilled wildly. At last, reward; at last, success! Her hour of triumph had come. Ito be continued.!

Too Busy for Enmity.

When I hear men or women attributing a lack of success in any direction to the machinations of their enemies, I involuntarily smile at the egotistical assertion. People are in general too much engrossed, each by his own affairs, to make any very active war against each other. Jealous, envious, rancorous they often are, but to wage positive hostilities, they are for the most part too indifferent. This proneness to attribute our mischances to enemies is merely one of the refuges of our self-love. Admitting possible exceptions, it may be said emphatically that we are none of us anybody's enemy but our own. We are all, however, our-own enemies. The tongue that truly detracts from our credit and glory is our own tongue; the hand that most mercilessly despoils us of our property is our own hand. All the xcsal murders in this world—that is, apart from the mere commonplace killings of men and women —are self-murders. Conceit tells us a different tale, and we are too ready to lay on the flattering unction. But all great successes, all the grander triumphs, will be in proportion to our seeing the truth as it really stands; namely, that the hardest obstacles, the most real dangers, lie in the perverse impulses of own nature.

A Protest.

I haye yet to see the wife or sister of a taveling salesman who referred to his vocation as that of a “drummer,” or did not wince when his name was coupled with the phrase. And yet the word is used in connection with every business man who travels, whether he be a salesman or not. A “drummer” is one who solicits trade or “drums” trade. In the minds of most users of the word, aside from the employers, it is consciously or unconsciously the vehicle of a large proportion of contempt for the personal character, serious distrust of the probity, and genuine doubt of the truthfulness and social worth of the biped referred to; little wonder, therefore, that self-respecting salesmen object to it. The word should he abolished. As for the justification of its use because it is derived from the word “drum,” no scholar will endorse “drum” as a correct or refined word to express the act either of soliciting or selling merchandise.

He Found the Title.

Wilkie Collins had written the last chapter of his “Woman in White,” and no title for the book had been decided upon. The day of publication approached, but the title still eluded him. One morning he took himself off to Broadstalrs, determined not to return until It had been found. He walked for hours along the cliff; he smoked a case of cigars, and all to no purpose; then, vexed and much worn out by the racking of his brains, he threw himself on the grass as the sun went down. He was lying facing the North Foreland lighthouse, aDd, half in bitter jest, half unconsciously, he began to apostrophize it thus: “You are ugly and stiff and awkward, and you know you are—as stiff and awkward, and you know you are—as stiff and as weird as my white woman —white woman—woman in white—the title, by Jove!” A title had been hit upon, and the author went back to London delighted.

Is the Colonel Veracious?

"I fought a battle once with wooden cannon, and I won it. too, ” said Col. J. C. Gailor, at the Laclede. “It was during thi Mexican war. I was sent out from Santa Fe with a scouting party of twenty-four men, and we were headed off near the Mexican line by 200 of the most villainous-looking greasers that ever cut a throat or shot a brave man in the back. We got into a wooded gorge and threw up a breastwork of loose rocks and earth across the mouth of it. I felt sure the Mexican*/would make a rush for us that nightiunder cover of the darkness, and decided to fix up a surprise for them. We carried a small chest x>l tool with us. and in the outfit was a long-stemmed two-inch augur. We felled six tough oak trees, sawed off a section of tho stems and transformed them into cannon. We loaded them with pistol balls and flint gravel, mounted them and waited. 'Just before daylight the Mexicans came. We waited until they were within fifty yards, then opened on them with our battery. You never saw such a htistling for tall timber in your life. Artillery was the last thing they expected to encounter, and when those wooden cannon opened on them they scattered like sheep.”— Globe-Democrat,

WILL CONTINUE WORK.

WAR ON THE TARIFFITES TO CO MERRILY ON. The Reform Club Decides that There Will Be No Cessation of Hostilities—Lines of the Chicago Platform to Be Followed Out: President E. Ellery Anderson, of the Reform Club of New York, has just presented his report at the annual meeting of that organization. Mr. Anderson discusses the silver question, the anti-snapper movement in New York, the reasons for the opposition to D. B. Hill, the tariff, and the nomination and election of Grover Cleveland.

The club spent during the year over $44,000 in tariff reform work. Of this amount $39,900 was supplied from individual subscription and $4,000 from dues of non-resident members. Mr. Anderson says: “This work was carried on continuously, through speakers and lecturers, through the constant distribution of tariff reform articles, which, through the Western Press agencies, appeared in over two thousand newspapers and reached a very large number of readers, and through the instrumentality of its own publication—Tariff Reform. “Your committee,” he adds, “feels that a great step in advance has been taken, and that in the battle that has been fought for principle in 1892 the Reform Club has held the right of the line, and has contributed its full share ty) the result which has been achieved. “Much, however, remains to be done. On some of the principles involved' there is substantial accord. Free wool, free metal ores, free lumber, free coal and free salt commend themselves to all tariff reformers. We all agree that duties which serve as bulwarks for tJusts.ajud monoplies, such as th 6 50 eents _,per hundredweight on refined sugar, while the raw material used by the refiners is on the free list, should be repealed. “It would seem tp he absolutely necessary to impose taxes upon very many articles with a view tb obtaining the highest possible amount of revenue from them, which we would gladly see taxed much less if there were less need for revenue. It is probable that no adjustment of tariff rates upon articles now dutiable, whether hjgh or low, could produce a sufficient'fncrease of revenue to meet the necessities of the Federal Government during the next three or four yearn/ In view of this difficulty several different solutions have been proposed. It has been suggested that the tax on whisky should be increased. If such an increased tax could be fully collected, and if it could be made to apply to all whisky in bond at the time of the passage of the act, a large additional revenue might be obtained from this source; but all the experience of the past shows that very high taxes upon whisky cannot be thoroughly collected, and that they open the way to enormous frauds. We cannot afford to run the risk of such shameful scenes as were common during and shortly after the last war. “It has been proposed in some quarters to tax raw sugar, t,ea, and coffee, which are untaxed by the existing tariff. But to this, many earnest tarltf reformers are opposed, as a step away from free trade, rather than toward It; while they agree that free trade, though it may yet be long distant, is a consummation desirable to be attained.

“The only alternative in the way of actual taxation which remains appears to he an income tax, which again meets great opposition on account of the gross frauds upon the revenue which have always abounded under every Income tax, especially in this country. The only remaining alternative, so far as we are aware, is the issue of deficit bonds to an amount sufficient to cover the deficiency which has been caused wanton and corrupting extravagance of the present administration. To this, of course, there, are serious objections not necessary to be dwelt upon.

“Upon one point the opinions of the committee are unanimous. Whether the reform of the tariff results in increasing or decreasing the Government revenue, it ought to and must succeed, without delay or evasion, upon the lines prescribed by the Chicago platform of 1892. Every Increase of taxes made by the McKinley law must be absolutely repealed. All raw materials must be admitted free of duty and all partially finished materials for manufacture must be admitted at very low rates of duty. No duties must in any case be retained at a rate higher than that which will produce the largest revenue to the Government and the least revenue 1 to protected Individuals. The promises made to the people, which they have believed and upon the strength of which they have restored Grover (Cleveland to national leadership, last letter without,j£qp smallest unnecessary delay. V “Many ingenious efforts will be made to obstruct the * work of tariff reform. And even after such reform is secured by favorable legislation the American people will need to be constantly educated, year after year, as to the importance of maintaining that which has been achieved and of going forward in the same direction. It is, therefore, the purpose of your committee to conduct an intelligent discussion on the subject of proposed legislation affecting our system of taxation. We propose to conduct this discussion by means of our periodical issues of ‘Tariff Reform’ and by regular contributions to the press. We shall also endeavor, if the opportunity is afforded us, to tonduct a 6eries of lectures isl which the subject matter of correct taxation will be fully presented to the people from time to time. The field is ample, and we promise to return full measure for such co-operation as we may from time to time receive from our subscribers, from the members, resident and non-resident of our club, and. from those who desire to see the principles settled at the late election enacted into the permanent laws of our country. ”

The Other Side.

President Harrison, in his last message? calls attention to the great increa'scfin wealth among manufactur-

dent states the facts correctly, otherwise he would have to confess that the protective tariff failed to accomplish its avowed object—the enrich* ment of the American manufacturers. But a glance at the farm statistics of the United States would reveal a very different picture. For instance, statistics published bythe Ohio Farmer show the average value of land in Ohio per acre in 1880 vyfl ß $27.00; average value per acre 1890, $22.08; decrease value per acre 1800 of $4.92. Aggregate value of real estate in 1890, as equalized by board, $2,140,135,496; in 1880, as equalized by board, $1,097,509,830; increase over 1880, $42,625,666. Value of farmlands 1880, $684,826,516; value of farm lands 1890, $566,361,909; decrease from 1880, $115,564,607. Value of real estate in towns and cities in 1880, $412,583,314; value in 1890 $570,773,587; increase over 1880, $158,090,273. The total increase of real property in Ohio in 1890 over 1880, as equalized by the State Board In both years, amounted to a fraction less than 4 per cent. This increase remains as a balance of the increase of towns and cities, after canceling the appalling loss on farm lands. On farm lands the loss aggregates about 15 per cent in the decade, while the towns and cities gain a fraction over 38 percent. The St. Louis Republic shows that, “while the farmers of the South have suffered a loss of $180,000,000 on their cotton crop, the farmers of the West have suffered a loss of $168,000,000 on their wheat crop and $240,000,000 on their corn crop—rand the aggregate losses on these three staples alone amount to $558,000,000.” Verily this picture is not so pleasing viewed from the side of the unprotected farmer as from that of the protected manufacturer. —Oakland County Post.

Strong Spinal Columns Needed.

Set it down that a Democrat who wants tariff reform postponed is not a true Democrat. He may vote for its candidates, but he is treacherous to the .party’s principles and hostile to its spirit. The party did not make Grover Cleveland its candidate and declare Republican protection to be a fraud with a purpose to delude and betray the people. It did not adopt tariff reform as a cry merely to enable it to get possession of the offices. It adopted it as a principle and a faith and pledged itself, if intrusted with power, to reconstruct the tariff so as to relieve the people of unnecessary taxation. The party cannot delay entering vigorously upon that work without exciting distrust and contempt. The people whom we have educated to renounce the policy of Republican protection and to depose Its instruments cannot be fooled. They demand action. And so do Democrats who arc Democrats in very truth. Nothing else is honor4t>lc. Nothing less is possible if the party would not be humiliated. We must show that we have the courage of our principles. We must respect our pledges. We must act boldly and promptly. Timidity iiAct'dalllance will he fatal. Pluck in 'defiance has won us a great opportunity. Pluck in using the opportunity will win the admiration and the full confidence of the nation. —New York Worhj.

Want Freedom and an Extra Session.

There is no mistaking the spirit and intent of these resolutions, recently adopted at Chicago: “The Trade and Labor Assembly of Chicago, a delegated body representing the organized artisans and mechanics of this city, desires to support the call made by various Journals and citizens for an extra session for the repeal of the McKinley law, •The verdict of the people at the last election was emphatic and overwhelming against the further continuance of a nationaPpolicy that restricts abd preys on the consumer. We, therefore, as the representatives of organized labor in Chicago, declare to you with all the solemnity of serious men and women, that, inasmuch as the only protection we secure as industrial units comes by virtue of our own organizations and the degree of intelligence and fraternity we cultivate among ourselves —we therefore request that this legal and arbitrary protection be unqualifiedly repealed. As workers, we' have no fear of our European fellowworkers. “We therefore ask you to aid in hastening the time when free trade, carried on by free men, will be the ruling policy of our nation.”

Labor Needs Only Fair Play.

Labor in the United States, as in every other country, has been plundered and humiliated by an abuse of the taxing function. Workingmen need no more laws to protect them in their rights; no more legislation intended to compel a generous division of the money extorted from consumers. All that they need and should demand is the immediate and unconditional repeal of the laws which support and make their robbery possible. It is high time that members of labor rid their minds of the protection superstition that the distribution of wealth among its producers can be regulated by statutory law. Wealth would flow in •abundance and in equitable measure to each of its makers, whether earned by haDd or brain, if the taxing power of government were not prostituted for selfish epds. The law of the distribution of products is a natural one and, when unimpeded by stupid legislation, will do' its work perfectly and beneficently. Acts of Congress in such a case are as impertinent and mischievous as they would be directed at the regulation of a person’s digestion. It is this broad principle of individual sovereignty—a principle that is cardinal in America’s constitution and in Democratic faith—that members of labor unions must comprehend and be guided by if they would conquer their oppressors and establish justice in the land.—Chicago Herald. »

More Revenue with Less Duty.

Those commentators on the tariff who insist that a reduction of duties would be equivalent to a reduction of revenue betray ignorance of the subject. It wduld be quite possible to increase revenue by reducing d&}iss, and to reduce revenue by increasing duties. Many of the present protect- > £ ■- m ' ■ > >1

Ive duties are so high as to be prohlbl itory. To bring these duties down to a point where Importation would be profitable would result in increased revenue. There could be nothing jsimpler than the details of a revenue Will. It is only when tariffs are so arranged that the duties are no longer collected at the custom houses but at the warehouses and factories of favored persons, corporations, and trusts, that the matter becomes complicated.—Philadelphia Record.

High Tariff—Tried and Found Guilty.

Mr. Harrison hardly does justice to the aims and purposes of the people who have asked him to give way to what they believe to be a better national policy. The theory of protection had a full generation in which to show what it can do. At the end of that time the merchants and artisans deliberately declared that the results did not equal their expectations, and that the promises made by the protection leaders failed of fulfillment. There was no other issue of any serious importance in the campaign. The voters gave them-, selves to a consideration of this question: “Now that you see what protection can do, and what it cannot do, are you satisfied with it and will you have it continued?” That question was debated long and exhaustively, and on the first Tuesday of November it was put in the convention of the whole people. It was overwhelmingly decided against President Harrison and agninst his party. And it was thus decided, not for any reasons personal to the President, but because the great bulk of the nation believe that-a lower tariff will give them "more business, a larger market, moro steady work, and better wages. We are a work-a-day community from Atlantic to Pacific, and we want all that our circumstances, our enviable position, and the peculiarity of our Institutions are capable of affording us. If we can get on in spite of a high tariff, cannot we get on better without it? That was the backbone of the contention, and as the judgment of the people is final in this matter, the one party stepped to the rear and the other party came to the front. We. seek prosperity, and we seek all the prosperity within reach. We are all alike in that mattet and there is nodivision of opinion on the subject. Give us mills that will tttm all the year round; give us a mmiket that will accept all we can product:; give us living wages and steady employment. These are our one ambi lon and wo c-are more for them than for party organization. Therefore, if tho majority believe that a radical revisions trtie McKinley bill will give us these things, then let that bill be revised. That is the whole story and all there is to it.— New York Herald (Independent).

Iron Business Booming.

Wo commend to the “prophets cjf ruin" the interesting collection off exact information about tho Iron industry of Pennsylvania and Ohio which we publish elsewhere in a letter from Pittsburg. It, is a gloomy .talc if they approach it from the point of view of their predictions, but an exceeding cheering ono if they approach it from the opposite direction. It shows no “ruin" anywhere, but increased activity in mills already in operation, purchases of new property with a view to enlarged facilities and the employment of more labor by many establishments, the reopening of .-mills which have for u long time been idle, and the building of entirely new plants employing many thousand'of pew hands. All this information is specific and exact, and is set forth with a fullness of names and localities, amounts of capital and numbersof laborers which makes it very different reading from the “ruin” intelligence which is put forfih from time to time In the Republican press. The latter, like tho erstwhile news about the American tin works, is always very general, and the persons who are responsible for it are never able to get down to particulars.— N. Y. Evening Post.

That Sheltering Umbrella.

Nothing funnier has appeared since the election than President Harrison’s remark that “protection has failed because the wage-earner has refused to share his shelter with the manufacturer; he would not even walk under the same umbrella.” Considering that the operatives in the protected industries do not constitute more than one-twentieth of the working population, the assumption that their action decided the election is quite amusing in itself. But when the mind pictures the strikers at Homestead, nine-tenths of whom were paid less than $2 a day, “refusing to share their shelter” with Andrew Carnegie, wbo had pulled out more than 91,000,000 a year in profits, the comicality suggests its own cartoon. Mr. Harrison perhaps failed to notice the fact that 91,250,000 was contribted to his campaign fund by the protected “millionaires of Pennsylvania alone to preserve the tariff which they had paid for and made. Does the President really think this payment was pure philanthropy, toenable the paternal plutocrats to hold an umbrella over the wage-earners?— New York World,.

The Sleeper’s Answer.

There is a choice recipe ir. which the owl figures “to make any one that sleepeti\ answer to whatso-ver thou ask” {fiVTOln “Physlck for the Poor,” published in London in 1657, says “All the Year Bound.” It says’you are to “fake the heart of an owl and his left leg and put that upon the breast of one that sleepeth, and they' 1 shall reveal whatsoever thou shalt ask them;*- The Hindus, however, declare that'the flesh and blood of owl will make a person insane who eats or drinks it. On this account men who are devoured by jealousy of a rival or hatred of an enemy come <ur- ; tively to the market and purchase an I owl." In silence they carry It home and I secretly prepare a decoction, which an accomplice will put into the food pi drink ojt the object of their malignaM, designs.

To Insure Red Cheeks.

| Young ladies of Germany have a superstition that <if they, bury a drop of their blood under a rosebush It will ever after insure the experimenter a pair of rosy cheeks.

A wood-chopper at Redding, Cal.,

shot a stranger because he was putting on too much style. The wounded , stranger was lately from Bed Bluff.

THE UMBRIA ARRIVES.

DELAY CAUSED BY A BROKER* SHAFT. , The Overdue Cunarder Reache* New York 1 After an Eventful Voyage~-9he Had Been Disabled by an Accldebt to Her Machinery. All on Board Are Safe. The big Cunard steamer Umbria, sot long the subject of anxious inquiry, to* Bate. So much was ascertained shortly) after midnight Friday, when her lightai were first sighted off Fire Island. The news of her arrival was commn-i nlcatod at once to the New York office, of the company, and Vernon D. Brown,, the local agent, accompanied by a number of newspaper men, boarded the 'company’s harbor tug and set out to intercept the steamer. The ride out occupied an hour, saya a New York dispatch. At 1:20 the tug drew up alongside the gangway and the party filed over tho side. Every passenger on tho steamer old enough to be allowed out at that hour was up and ready to welcome the visitors—the first tangible evidence that they .were approaching the homes so many of them feared In days past they would never reach. After days of anxiety, and when many were ready to believe that the* big Cunarder with all on board had gone to tho bottom of tho Atlantlo, the steamship Manhansctt came into port and reported that when out eleven days from Swansea, and pounding along in a heavy gale, with the wind raising angry st as, she had sighted the Umbria laboring in the trough of the sea and drifting before tho gale. The first mate

THE UMIIRIA.

was in charge of tho Manhansett at the time and his praotioed eye made out that all was not well. Tho vessel lay to tho north of tho Manhansett .about two miles out of her courso, but lit a moment all hands were ordered on deck. Capt. Duck and Second Matq Bills came on deck Immediately. Tho Manhansett went hurrying over the five-mile oourfte at Its best speed. Soon the Manhansett came near enough to her to see that the Umbria was not badly hurt. The captain and the second mato got out the signal book, and the ships began to talk to each other. “Who are you?” asked tho Manhansett. The Umbria told him, and said he wap out from Liverpool for Now York, and in roply to farther questions stated that the shaft was broken and was undergoing repairs, and would be ready to-morrow. Tho Manjiansett if any assistance was required and the Cunarder replied: “No. Report mo to my owners.” Then the Manhansott bade farewell. At that time tho Cunardor was about 765 miles oast of Sandy Hook, so that she had drifted considerably before the northwest gale that was blowing. Cunard Agent Vernon H. Brown In speaking of the Umbria, said that Capt. McKay had been criticised because of ids refusal to acoopt all proffered aid, but he certainly showed wonderfulsagaclty in doclining all the assistance that was offered te him. “Suppose, for Instance, that he had accepted assistance from either the Galileo, Motavla, or Manhansett; suppose also that either of these vossels, with the Umbria in tow, the gale which has been blowing from the northwest for the last week shifted to the east it would not be anything unusual if the towhawser parted. Her machinery would be disabled. She would be on a loe shore in a gale of wind, and nothing in the world could Bave her from destruction and her passengers from death.

Instead of that, however, Captain McKay refuse* assistance* lies to 900 miles from shore, where ne can drift and drift without getting into danger, and repairs his machinery, so that when he goes near the shore he will have his ship under full control. That is What 1 consider good seamanship. The .Umbria had the whole Atlantic to drift in, and If the storm got too strong for her she could take in her sea-anchors, hoist sail, turn her stern to the wind, and run before the storm. I was thoroughly .convinced that the Umbria was all right, and would come into this port In perfect safety. Capt. McKay has shown himself to be a man of great caution and ability.

ACQUITTAL OF DR. BRIGGS.

New York Pre»bytery Refute* to Buitali* Any of the Charge*. After one of the most tedious trials In the history of the Presbyterian

DR. BRIGGS.

the vote on the sixth charge was completed and the Presbytery adjourned shortly before six o’clock. The result of the several ballots was then announced. The result was a great surprise, for on all the six counts the vote was adverse to sustaining the charges. On the first charge, accusing Prof. Briggs with toaohing that the reason is a source of divine authority, the vote was as follows: To sustain the charge, 60; against sustaining the charge, 68. On the second charge which accuses Prof. Briggs with teaching that the church is a source of divine authority, there were 55 votes oast in favor of sustaining the charge and 71 against. The closest vote was on the third charge, that Prof. Briggs taught that the Scriptures contained errors of*history and fact. On this charge the vote was as follows: To sustain the charge, 61; against, 68. After this vote had been taken two or three of the anti-Briggs men left the court, and others refrained from voting on the last three charges. On the fourth charge, accusing Prof. Briggs with teaching that Moses Wi* not the author of the Pentateuch, the result was: To sustain the charge, 53; -gainst, 72. . - The vote on the fifth charge, accusing Prof. Briggs wOth teaching that Isaiah did not write many pf the chapters In the book bearing his name, was: In favor pf sustaining the charge, 49; against, 70. The vote on the sixth charge, accusing Prof. Briggs of teaching that sanotifteation is progressive after death, was: To sustain the oharge, 57; against, 69. The friends of Dr. Briggs were greatly pleased with the result. They had calculated on a majority ranging frbm four to six.

Church, Dr. Briggs, accused of heresy, has been acquitted by the New York Presbytery. Proses s or Briggs was £ arraigned on Is 1 x specific charges. < The voting on the flyst charge was begun at 4 o’clock, and