Democratic Sentinel, Volume 17, Number 44, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 17 November 1893 — Page 3

AT WAR WITH HERSELF.

The Story of a Woman's Atonement, by Charioiie M. Braeme. CHAPTER XVI. “Do you hate me, Captain Llemyng?” ehe asked. “Do I hate you?” he echoed. “Oh, Lady Charnleigh, what a strange, cruel question. Why should I hate you?” “Because I have come between you and a- magnificent inheritance,” she replied. “But for me Crown Leighton wjuld have been yours; you would biive been in the place you could so nobly fill.” His face flushed, and a light came into his dark eyes. “Lady Charnleigh, believe me, no thought of repining has ever entered my mind. lam happy in the loss, seeing that it is your gain.” S 1 have often wished that I knew you and could write and say it —I have always intended to say it to you the first time we met. Captain Flemyng, let us forget how distant is our relationship, and try to imagine we are both members of one family.” “I am more than willing—l am honored beyond words.” “And now what I am almost afraid to say. If we were brother and sister, I could say to you, ‘out of the wealth of my abundance, out of the ample means that would have been yours, take what you want.’ Will you let me say that now? You would make me the happiest woman living if you would. ” Again the dark handsome face flushed. “I .am not angry, dear Lady Charnleigh, for I understand the noble, generous heart that prompts the offer; but, while I thank you for it, let me say it would be easier for me to die than to accept it.” "Have I annoyed you? 7 ’ she asked, anxiously. “No, you have shown me how generous you are. If I had inherited the fortune, I should have been just as anxious to share it with you. No, most generous lady, I shall carve my own ,0 ‘tune. You remember those glorious words, ‘There is no fate in life save such as a strong hand carves or a weak hand mars.’ My hand is strong. ” “I am sure of it,” she said, looking at him with admiration. “I am very proud of my kinsman; you will be different from the rest of the world to me

—something apart. You must never flatter me, but treat me as you would a younger sister of your own—we are of one race, you know. ” “Ypur frankness makes me happy, Lady Charnleigh. I shall esteem the offer you have made as the highest life can hold. ” Suddenly ho broke off and exclaimed, “I know that face—it is Bertram Gordon’s. . And the next moment the two friends had clasped each other’s hands. If Paul Flemyng had seen how the beautiful face flushed, he would have guessed that Lady Charnleigh was not indifferent to the grand, noble man whose friendship had always been a keen source of delight to him. Then the three whose lives were so strangly interwoven sat down by the bank of the river. “This is different from Malta,” said Sir Bertram; “how one’s eyes long, when away from home, for a sight of English green.” “Yes, people talk of the grandeur of tropical foliage. I do not think, for delicacy and beauty of color, there is anything to compare with our English trees; sind their greatest beauty, to my mind, is in the spring-time, when the buds are tender. Do you not agree with me, Lady Charnleigh?” “I am sure everything you say is \ right,” she replied. His question had aroused her from a deep reverie, and both gentlemen laughed- at her abrupt candor. “You will cause me to weigh most carefully everything that I say,.Lady Charnleigh. You have been very kind to me —may J ask a favor of you?” Her face cleared. “Ye 3 twenty if you will; it would be a great happiness to do anything for you.” Sir Bertram had at first felt half inclined to be jealous of his dark-haired handsome soldier, but the frankness and kindness of her words disarmed him. It was not thus, he felt sure, Women talked to the men they loved. When she look at Paul Flemyng her eyes were full of admiration, of kindly liking—it was seldom that he himself won one glance from those violet eyes; when he did they wore quite a different expression. “I have some friends coming to London very soon—General Sir Huntley Dacre, and his daughter, Miss Ethel Dacre. Lady Charnleigh, will you allow me to introduce her to you, and will you help her?” “I shall be only too pleased to show all possible kindness to friends of yours. In what way can I help her?” “She is very young, and in my opinion, very beautiful. Her mother has long been dead, and she has been alone with the General for some time. She has not seen much of this great, gay World of yours, and it would be kind of you to introduce her to some of your many friends, and to let her spend as much of her time as possible with you.” She looked up at him with a smile he did not understand. “I am going to weigh your words,” she said laughingly; “why do you call this great, gay world mine?” “Because it seems to me that you are one of its queens,” he replied. “Do you say Miss Dacre is beautiful?” “I have looked at the sun, and so cannot see the stars.” “Your poetry is flattery—we agreed that you should never flatter me.” Then Sir Bertram interposed. This handsome soldier, with his reputation for bravery, was likely to prove a dangerous rival, and her friendly liking for him might develop into something ■ warmer. He thought it high time to draw Lady Charnleigh's attention to himself. “Is Miss Dacre a young lady?” he asked. There was not the least embarrassment or confusion on the Captain’s face. “Yes, she is of about the same age as Lady Charnleigh, I should imagine. She will be an acquisition to London society. Lady Charnleigh, I hope you will like her.” “I am sure to do that because you have asked me,” she replied. “You are very kind. When they reach London, then, I will, with your permission, bring the General and Miss Dacre to see you. ” Here Lady Denham joined them.

CHAPTER XVII. If anyone had been asked at that particular time to same the happiest woman in London society, he would surely have named the Countess of Charnleigh. She had youth, exceptional beauty, wealth, position, everything, in fact, that the human heart could wish for. There was not a cloud on her sky. One beautiful morning the young Countess was sitting alone in the cool, fragrant drawing-room. The rose-col-ored blinds were drawn, and the light

that came through them was mellow and rich; the odor of white daphnes filled the air. The windows were open, and she could hear the song of the birds and the distant roll of carriages. Luxury, magnificence, and grandeur surrounded the young girL She wore a pretty morning-dress of white, shining material, trimmed with lace and blue ribbons; her golden hair fell in waving masses on her beautiful neck and shoulders. She held a book in her hands, but she never turned a page. Leonie, Lady Charnleigh, was thinking. Before her mind's eye flitted many and various figures—Lora Falcon, Paul Flemying and Sir Bertram. She was thinking long and deeply; presently her face flushed and the beautiful lips trembled. “I will be true to my love,” she said to herself, “come what may, I will be true to myself.” Then she started up in sheer surprise. Capt. Flemyng stood beside her, smiling at her evident abstraction, and by his side was a young girl. Gen. Dacre stood near.

“Lady Charnleigh, let me introduce Gen. Dacre and his daughter, Miss Dacre, to you,” said Paul. The young countess looked and saw a face that attracted her at first sight; it was beautiful, intelligent, full of poetry, with clear, dark eyes that had something of sadness in their depths. She looked earnestly in the eloquent face, and then clasped the girl’s hands in her own. “Capt. Flemyng told me that I should like you,” she said, impulsively;' “I do not think he was wrong. ” Then she greeted the General, who, like every one else, fell captive to her lovely face. “You will stay and spend the day with me, Miss Dacre? Capt. Flemyng has promised to take me to the Botanical Gardens; it will give us both so much pleasure if you will go also. We shall know each other better if we spend a day together than if we only met among strangers.” It was a remarkable fact that people seldom refused to do as Lady Charnleigh wished. Ethel Dacre did not Attempt to resist. Two hours later they were at the Botanical Gardens. Had Lady Charnleigh searched the world over she could not have found a companion who contrasted so strikingly with herself. They were both lovely, but in style ?[uite opposite. Lady Charnleigh was air, bright, and radiant, there was sunshine in her face and golden hair. Miss Dacre was dark, with somewhat of poetry and sadness in her features. Their * appearance in the gardens caused no little sensation. To Lady Charnleigh’s annoyance, the Duchess of Rockhampton and her son, Lord Falcon, were there, and would insist upon engrossing her time and attention. She had intended to devote herself to Ethel, but the Duchess urged her so pressingly to go with her to look at some Indian flowers that she could not refuse.

Paul and Ethel were left together. Miss Dacre looked long and earnestly after the frank, imperial girl; then her eyes grew dim with tears, and she turned to her companion. “You are right, Captain Flemyng,” she said. “The Countess of Charnleigh is indeed-'beautiful. ” “Is she not, Ethel? But to me her beauty is her least charm. Her frank, gay, bright manner, her kindness, and the winning fascination of her speech, are greater than her beauty. ” “How you love her!” said the girl, wistfully. “I must confess that I do not wonder at it. ” “We are very dear friends,” replied Paul, all unconscious of the pain in that gentle heart “I am told,* she continued, “that Lady Charnleigh has many lovers. ” The smile that answered her seemed to the girl full of happy triumph. “She knows how to keep them in order,” he said. “And so much homage does not spoil her?” pursued Ethel. “No—she has a frank, imperial manner with her which nothing can spoil. Ah, Ethel, I am so pleased you will be friends. Lady Charnleigh does not go into raptures, you must understand, with every girl she meets. She liked you at first —I saw it in her face. ” “It is for your sake,” she said, gently, and the sweet flattery was most gracious to Mm. “You have studied her face well,” she added, with some little bitterness, “to be able to read her thoughts upon it. ” “They are so plainly written,” said the captain. “Do you. remember the old lines?” she asked, trying to speak lightly: “My only books were women’s looks. And folly all they taught me.” “Ah, Ethel," said Paul Flemyng, “the words speak falsely—a wise man may learn the highest lessons and the truest wisdom from a woman’s face. ”

CHAPTER XVIII. Of Ethel Dacre, Lady Charnleigh had grown very fond; there was a warm and sincere attachment between them. They were useful to each other. From Leonie, Ethel learned many of the world’s ways, little lessons in the art of savoir vivre; she acquired more gayety, greater brightness of look and word, some of the bright, pretty graces that add so great a charm to life. And from Ethel, Lady Charnleigh learned high and holy thoughts, lessons of gentle wisdom that she would never have learned from another. And yet, though they were dear friends, although their intimacy was of the most familiar kind, they never as yet had indulged in the usual conversation about love and lovers. Lady Charnleigh, so bright, so happy, had a certain conviction that Ethel had some sorrow preying upon her mind. “There is at times a listless look about her, and I have seen her dark eyes fill with tears. Ethel has her secret, although she may never tell it to me.” In the drawing-room of Lady Charnleigh’s superb mansion, Ethel Dacre sat one morning alone. She was going to the exhibition of the Royal Academy with her friend, and the Countess had not yet completed her toilet. Ethel looked very lovely on that bright morning; her eloquent face was flushed into the fairest bloom by the fresh morning air, her dark eyes were clear and true as the morning star itself. She had taken a book from the table and was reading to pass away the time until Lady Charnleigh should come. She had accidentally alighted upon that sweet love story of 'Elaine—the history of surely the sweetest, purest love ever given to man; and, as she read, the printed words faded, the passionate melody of the verse had found an echo in her heart. Even as Elaine had loved the grand and noble hero, so she loved Paul Flemyng. Even as Lancelot had no heart, no thought, no eyes for any save Queen Guinevere, so he, Paul Fiemyng cared for no one living save the beautiful young countess, who was “all a queen should be—and more.” It was her own story—love won, unsought for. “Only that T would never tell him,* she said to herself. “I would die, looking in his face with a smile, rather than tell him. I would suffer torture greater than that of a martry on the raok or the wheel, but I would never let him know. I would carry my secret to the grave with me, and it

should be burled deeper down thaa myself. Even in death he should never know it." She started, for a white hand lay on the open page of the book. “Ethel, dreaming again! What! Are you reading about Elaine? How strange 1 Do you know that in my own mind I have often comjfered you'to the ‘Lily Maid? ’ She must have had a face like yours.” Ethel Dacre made no answer. “Just such a face,” continued the young Countess, looking lovingly at her friend, “full of poetry, of love that had never been told; pure as a lily-leaf, sweet as the face of an angel —sad sometimes with a sadness half saintly; that is like you and like Elaine.” The proud head was raised; the fair voice replied: “It may be so. You have a vivid fancy, Lady Charnleigh: but* I shall not share Elaine’s fate. I will not die of love for one who loves me not. ” “Heaven forbid!” cried Lady Charnleigh. She kissed the white brow, looking tenderly at the girl. “I do not know how it is, Ethel; but when I look at you, I think that yours is the very face for a tragical love story. You are like Elaine and Juliet. I have seen that same expression on other faces—a kind of prophecy, as it were, written there, that undisturbed happiness is not to be the portion of the owner. I hope I am wrong, but I Lave this thought of you. ” “You are not a prophetess, Lady Charnleigh: you are only a belle and a woman of fashion. I shall not heed what you say.” J But the white hands tightened their caressing hold of her. y' _ “Tell me, Ethel— not some one you love very mtfch —some one you care for more than all the world beside—some sweet secret of your own that you have never told to others, but you will tell to me? Is it not so, Ethel?” She drew the sweet face close to her own and held it there. “Will you not trust me, Ethel, your sister and your friend? Ah, sweet, do not turn away: see, your tears have dropped on the open page. Why did Elaine’s story touch you, Ethel?” “Because I love all poetry, and I believe sadness has a greater charm for me than ioy.” She withdrew herself from the loving arms and looked almost haughtily at Lady Charnleigh. “How you weave romances!” she cried. “You had better take to writing novels. You will make me believe myself romantic and unhappy, whereas I am nothing of the kind. As for love, I love nothing on earth except ” “Captain Flemyng, my lady,” said a servant’s voice at the door, and Leonie laughed gayly. “If you could only guess how apropos was the announcement of your name, ” she said to the young soldier, holding out her hand. “It was delightful. ” Paul looked from the laughing face of the young Countess to Ethel, whoso face burned with blushes.

“I do not understand,” he returned. “Happily so,” said Lady Charnleigh. “Is it hot time we started, Captain Flemyng? I have been twice to the exhibit on, and have hardly seen a picture. ” “How has that happened?” he asked. “I am so unfortunate; the rooms always seemed filled with my own particular friends. “You hold a court there; so that is why you expressed a wish to go so early this morning. ” “Yes; perhaps fortune will smile; and if she frowns, Capt. Flemyng, you must do all the talking, while Ethel and I look at the pictures.” “That is to say. I must amuse my Lord Falcon, charm his grace of Alton, talk earnestly to Sir Bertram Gordon, tease poor Maj. Newsham, look sentimental with the young poet Clive Dering. No, thank you, Lady Charnleigh; you ask impossibilities. “Do you mean to say seriously that I do all that at once?” she inquired. “All, and more. You can charm every one who approaches you, but you cannot expect me to charm for y6u. v “I do not want to charm any one,” she said, quietly. “Not even one?” he said. “No—not one: at least ” and then her face flushed, and Leonie, Lady Charnleigh, with a low sweeping bow. led the w ay to the carriage that waited for them. ITO BE CONTINUED. ]

PHYSIOGNOMY.

In the perfect mouth the upper lip should nave its middle line deeply sunk, and the lower lip should be not more prominent than the upper. Large, open and transparent eyes, which move rapidly and sparkle in excitement, indicate good taste, discernment, pride and often irritability. Ears, the lobes of which run straight down into the cheeks, are rarely found save on persons of a thievish disposition; all kleptomaniacs have such ears. Strongly projecting foreheads,which, in the upper part, retreat to a marked degree, associate! with a long underface, ars certain indications of folly. Men of marked ability in any line have usually one deep, perpendicular wrinkle in the middle of the forehead, with one or two parallel to it on each side. Whenever, in laughing, three parallel curves are formed in the cheeks round the corners of the mouth, the indication is of silliness and stupidity. Heavy, shaggy, overhanging eyebrows, with lower forehead prominent, show great powers of reasoning from E remise to conclusion; Darwin had such rows. When the lower half of the countenance, measuring from the nose downward, is divided by the mouth into two equal parts, seen in profile, the indication is of stupidity. A perfectly formed face should be divided into three equal parts; from the roots of the hair to the root of the nose, thence to . the tip, and from the tip of the npse to the tip of the chin. Persons whose temples are fuller above the eyes than below, whose heads enlarge above the ears, are usually more gifted with musical taste than those with contrary tics. Noses turned up at the point and sinking in at the top are inclined to ease and pleasure, though at the same time they may be gifted with eloquence and imagination, and are almost always benevolent.

A Queer English Custom.

The Duke of Edinburgh, or rather the Duke of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, to call him by his highest title, will be literally turned out of house and home within a few days, having received notice to vacate Clarence House “within a reasonable period.” This is in accordance with the established custom which prescribes that any member of the royal family who becomes a reigning sovereign must cease to occupy any house or apartments belonging to the British crown after a reasonable time. This regulation was made to avoid a repetition of the trouble with the King of Hanover, who positively refused to get out when requested and had almost to be evicted like an Irish farmer. Do NOT anticipate trouble, or worry about what may never happen. Keep in the sunlight, was Franklin’s sensible advice.

LABOR NOT DEFENDED

A FRAUD IMPOSED UPON THE WORKINGMEN. -AMen Are on tlie Free I.lit ami American Labor Is Not Protectcil by Duties on Goods Canadians Moving Duck ami Forth at Will. Protective System a Faroe. “One effect of the temporary shifting down of the many Now England cotton mills during tho pa-t two nu nths and the subsequent reduction "in the wages of the operatives has been tho stimulus given emigration lrora this and other New England Stales t > Canada. Few factories but have felt tho effects of this exodus of the French Canadians back to: tho fauns irom which the promise of high wages and speedy enrichment entiiod them, and lor weeks past the depot platforms ut the village railway stations have bean piled high with their trunks and huge boxes, filled witn clothing and h> usehold goods, billod for points beyond the Canadian border. There is no more reliable indicator of the industrial situation in the cotton manufacturing centers than the poriosica! movement of the migratory } or . ion of the French Canadian population. When the -tide of industrial prosperity is on the x’ise, and yith it tho wages of the cotton operatives, tho French Canadian, taking it ut the flood, hies him from the faun to the factory, and again when it begins to ebb, he is tho first to take alarm* and with tho accumulated savings of lis sojourn in the States fly back to the farm,” The above, from the Providence' Journal, is quoted by the Manufacturer, of Philadalplia, one of the stanchest, not to say tho most bitter, of Protectionist journals. It is assumod that this furnishes t> clinching argument for, protection t<> American wageearners by means of tariff duties. But does it? Does it not rather stamp the whole system as a f»ree and a fraud? Does it not make clear that trade in labor is free, and tha: when the reward for labor is higher in this than in other countries there is no obstruction to its migration and importation, except tho trouble of moving and the expense of transportation? Not more certainly dees the liquid in a spirit level flow toward the lower end of the tube than does the tide of immigration flow toward the cou»try of groatest natural and actual advantage) for the employment of labor. Labor, like water. Is constantly seeking its level. Mon being on the free list, they can and do sell their labor in the highest market. Hence wages the world over are about as nearly level as are the waters of the seas and the great bedies of water closely connected with them. If day wages aro much higher in one country than in another it is because labor is more efficient in the former than in tho latter country. This theory is in accord not only with common senso, but with all well-authenticated facts, obtained by Democrats or Republicans. When James G. Blaine was Secretary of State in 1881, he made a report on wages in the cotton industry, in this and other countries, based upon statistics obtained by foreign Consuls. He was forced to come to the conclusion that “undoubtedly the inequalities in the wages of English and American operatives are more than equalized by the greater efficiency of the latter and their longer hours oi labor.” The previous Secretary of State, Wm. M. Evarts, made a similar report and came to a similar conclusion. He said: “One workman in the United States, as will be seen from the foregoing extracts, does as much work as two workmen in most of the countries of Europe.”

That labor is more efficient in this country is demonstrated every day of the year by our exports of goods to all parts of the globe. Our shoemakers, carpet and cloth weavers, piano, carriage, and makers, and mechanics and workingmen of all kinds receive double the day wages paid in Europe, and yet their products are exported to Europe and sold in competition with the products of Europo's cheapest labor. Many largo manufacturers have declared that labor is cheaper in this than in any other coun-try-all things considered. No. a duty on goods gives no protection to labor that makes the goods. As the Hon. Ben Butterworth frankly admitted, “The manufacturers and the trusts got the protection and the profits of tho tariff.” The American workingman sees the effects of protection in tho increased prices of what he purchases. His labor is in constant competition with the labor of all other countries, both in our own and in foreign markets. This fallacy exploded, protection will have no other leg upon which to stand. But anyway it has twice lean knocked completely off its pins in this country, and the last obsoquies aro now being performed. No humbug ever deserved to be buried doeper than this cno.—Byron W. Holt.

The Inevitable Off Year. The most conspicuous feature in American politics is the fated off year. A striking reaction is ai certain to follow the victory of either party at the polls as day is to follow night. Duting the years following the war, with disfranchised white communities at the South and under federal force acts in all the States, the reactions were less complete. But even then, with a restricted suffrage and with the relentless exercise of official power at the polls, the off years produced a falling off in party majorities, and often they were reversed. It is unnecessary to trace this line in political history farther back than the middle of the century. In 1848 the Whigs' elected President Taylor, and in 1850 the Democrats elected a majority in Congress. In 1852 the Democrats elected Pierce, and in 1854 all factions of the opposition elected a majority in Congress. In 1856 the Democrats elected Buchanan as President, and in 1858 the Republicans elected a majority in congress. In 1860 Lincoln was elected President. but in 1862 there was a serious revulsion, and at the north, notwithstanding the prevalence of the war spirit, tne Republicans met serious reverses, In 1872 Grant was elected President the second time, but in 1874 the Democrats elected a majority in Congress. In 1876 Tilden was elected President, though not inaugurated, with a Democratic Congress. In 1&78 the Republicans elected a majority in Congress—all these elections relating to the House. More recent history is tco familiar to require recapitulation. The result in New York need not be a surprise. It is the most fickle State in the Union. It is liable to swerve from side to side, reaching the farthest extremes in a year to two. In 1880 the Republican majority in that State for Garfield as President was 21,000. In 1882, with Grover Cleveland for Governor, the Democratic majority was 193,0C0. In 1884 it was carried by Cleveland for President with but 1,047 majority. In 1888 it gave 21,000 Republican majority on President and 13,000 Democratic majority on Governor. In 1892 the Democratic majority was 43,000, and If it is as much the other way this year it should not be a cause for surprise. Frequent mutations in Dolitics occur

in other States. In 1888 Pennsylvania gave 80,000 majority for President Harrison and in 1800 a Democratic Governor was elected. In 1884-New Jersey gavo 4,500 Democratic majority, and in, 1887 gave 3,000 Republican majority. In 1888 Wisconsin gave 21,t 00 Republican majority, and in 1890 George W. Peck was elected Governor by tl.e Democrats with 35.000 majority. The political ups and downs are so numerous and so erratic that, except in a sow States, the result of no general election ind'cates what may occur in an off year, and the result in bn off yoar does not indicate the result of a general election. The general law of reaction in all polit ; eal movements is an added forco which makes the off yoar an adverse fi roca-t in the horoscope of all successful parties.—Chicago Herald. About the Plate. In the latest issue of the Iron Ago tho price of the standard grade of tin plate in this market is reported to be *s.4ti per box. In the same issue tho price of this grade of tin plate at Liverpool, free on board for shipment, is reported by eablo to be from $2.79 to 82.85 per box. Tho duty on a box of this tin plato, weighing 108 pounds, is $2.37. It will be seen that tho price in this murkot exceeds by at least 18 cents the price in Liverpool with the duty added, and that tho duty of 2 2-10 cents per pound is equivalent to an ad valorem rate of 83 per cent. Tho consumer who buys tin plate now in this market pays the Liverpool price, which is from .>2.79 to $2.85; then pays the duty, which is $2.37, and a ids. from 18 to 21 cents per box for freight charges and importer's m’ollts. In its reportXif the markets, Tin and Terno, tho organ of tho Tin Plate Munufactuiors’ Association, said, on the sth inst.: “Prices ate getting down toward tho lowest point over reached in this country for foreign plates.” There was no foundation for that assertion. The price now, as wo have said, is $5.40, as reported by the leading trade journals. This exceeds by 26 per cent, tho average price for tho yoar 1886, and by 23 per cent, the average for tho five years immediately preceding the year of tho passage of the McKinley tariff. Tho average was $4.27 for tho yoar 1880, and for the five years ending with 1889 it was $4.30. We have been unable to find trade quotations of the prices of domestic tin plate except in tho columns of this organ of the association, Tin and Torne, which publishes tho price lists of live manufacturers. We have compared with the price of .the imported tin plate—Bessemer steel, coko finish, IC, 34x20, full weight—tho prices of the domestic tin plate of the corresponding denomination and size as published in that journal. The lowest price quoted for one factory is $9.75; for another tho price ranges between $0 and $9; for the third prices are $11.25 and $9; for tho fourth the lowest price is $5.75 and tho highest $8.25, and the fifth concern offers throe brands at $5.75, $11.25 and $0.75, respectively. It will bo noticed that tho lowest of those prices exceeds by 35 cents a box tho price of foroign tin plate in this market, although tho price of this imported tin plato includes a tariff tax of $2.37. It should not be overlooked that tho prieos we have quoted uro taken from tho official organ of Mr. Cionemoyer’s association. —New York Times.

Tho People Not Deceived. Ignorant men who do not road or think for themselves, or who are satisfied to lot interested parties think for them, may be caught in the net thrown out by tho tariff shriekers and dragged back into tho bondage from which they have just escaped; but they are not likely, once having had their eyes opened, to remain satisfied with future blindness and helplessness. times and low wages which tne oppressive MeKinley tariff was ineffectual to prevent, it would prove equally ineffectual to obviate if it should remain unrepealed. As a revenue measure its working has brought the country to the edge of a deficit that is without a parallel for financial blundering in tho paT history of the Union in time of peace. Tariff Reform will justify itself. The people who control tho destinies of the United StatoH will not be balked in their effort to give the country commercial and industrial emancipation and to start it forward once more in the track toward superemlnonce among the nations from which it was temporarily thrust by tho up* heaval of civil war.—Philadelphia Record.

Too Many Axes to Gr'.nd. If current rumor 3, emanating fr< m Washington, as to the intentions of the Ways and Moans Committee are correct, the New England free raw material advocate is not likely to realize his full expectations. It is very generally admitted that wool will bo placed on the free list, but roport has it that coal is to be singled out and provided with a coat of protection. If this is u:>, we do not wonder that Mr. Stevens has entered violent exceptions to it. Possibly the committee may regard free wool as a concession to the Now England manufacturer, and hold that so long as the wool and woolen schodule is arranged to his liking he has been granted all that ho can justly ask for. Then thore is another suggestion. William Wilson lives in West Virginia, a Stale which produces a large quantity of bituminous coal; coal is also found in large quantities in many of the States from which comes the bulk of the majority in Congress. An impartial and non-secti nal tariff seems beyond the range of eithor party. —Wool and Cotton Reporter “Itegnlatlng Wages." Of all the impudent pretenses mado before the Ways and Means Committeo by a Fall River manufacturer, this wa) the worst: “You have it in your power to regulate the wages of our employes,” he said. “Will you give them bread or a stone'/” So good a protectionist as James G. Blaine certified, when Secretary of State, that the labor cost in cotton manufactures in this country was no higher than in England, owing to the greater productiveness of < ur operative:. But aside from this the Fall River mills have reduced wages whenever they dated and raised them only when they must. The supporter* of the McKinley bill had a chance to “regulate wages” when an amendment to their bill was offered making the increases in duty conditional upon a corresponding increase in wages. Of course, they promptly voted it down. The monopolists who paid for the increase proposed to get their money back! They reduced wages in ten instances where they increased them in one. —New York World. Their Product* Must Be Free. The contract labor law has not prevented the Carnegies and Fricks from filling up their works with aliens. It has not prevented the Pennsylvania coal monopolists ftrom importing their thousands of miners. It has not kept out the regiments of Hungarians and Italians who compete for starvation wages on public works. It has not prevented the extinction of the race of New England fishermen whose places are now occupied by British provincials.—Chicago Free-Trader, Every day is a little life.—Bishop Hall.

NEWS OF OUR STATE.

A WEEK AMONG THE HUSTLING HOOSIERS. What Our Neighbors Are Doing—Matters of General and Local Interest—Marriages and Deaths Accidents and Crimea— Pointers About Our Own People. Agricultural Congress. Tlio Governor has appointed the Indiana delegates to the World’s Agricultural Congress, which meets at Savannah, Ga., December 12. There are twenty-eight delegates. They will bear their own expenses. Their names are: At Large-J. D. Goodm, Mbntpelier; Franklin Landers, Indianapolis. First Congressional District—James Gentry, Rockport; David L. Hart, Boonvillo. Second Simon Smith, Nowberry; Daniel Elliot, Vincennes. Third—J. G. Offlut, Crothersville; W. W. Stevens, Salem. Fourth—Dr. C. A. Robinson, Fountaintown; John Martin. Brookville. Fifth-D. W. Heagy, Columbus; S. F. Lockridge, Greencustlo. Sixth—Dr. W. R. Skinner, Connersvillo: Obadiah Fields, Winchester. Sovonth—Leroy Templeton, Indianapolis; John Mauch, Now Palestine. Eighth—T. J. Mann, Sullivan; C. B. Knowles, Vermillion. Ninth-Goorgo T. Young, Shannondale; David H. Kemp, Kempton. Tenth—W. H. Woavor, Cutter; John Hudkins, Kewanna. Eleventh—G. H. Marta,'Monroe; C. C. Ellis, Huntington. Twolfth—Otis L, Ballou, Lagrange; Isaiah B. McDonald, Columbia City. Thirteenth—H. S. K. Bartholomew, Elkhart; D. R. Leeper, South Bend.

Our, Htnte Taxable*. Tho Auditor of State has prepared the following statement of tho value of taxable Indiana property for tho year 1893, which shows the State to bo fairly well rated among tho riches of tho nation; Number of acres assessed, 22,450,-745.09-100. Valuo of land, $449,101,123. Valuo of improvements, $84,312,500. Average value of lunds per aero, $20.03. Avorago value, with improved lands, per acre, $23.70. Total value of lots, $144,444,209. Total valuo of improvements, $145,866,353. Valuo of personal, property, $290,652,492. Number of taxable jmills, 394,207. Total valuo of taxable property, real and pen sonal, $1,123,676,767. Value of railroads, $159,248,873. Value of telogruph and telephone proporty, $2,968,908.75. Vnluo of paluce and sleoping car proporty, $558,400. Value of proporty owned by expross companies, $1,225,890.75. Total assessed valuo of taxables, $1,287,678,839.50.

Minor State Item*. Diphtheria Is raging around Elwood. The saloonkeepers of Crawfordsvillo have organized and will test tho validity of tho screen ordinance. The murderers of Noah Klug, Mar tinsville, are still at lurgo. Bloodhounds will be put on thoir trail. The Anderson Electric Company has organized with a working capital of $50,000. Charles L. Henry is President. 8. C. Potteh, Craw/ordsville, is suing the Monon road for being put off ot a freight train when ho had a tioket. Ex-Goveknou Jennings’ grave, tho locution of which has been in doubt for some time, has been found near Charlestown. Captain Green Wise wan found dead on board tho stoamer, Big Kanawha, at-Madison. The case is wrapped in mystery. Conrad Hoelocker, while temporarily insane at Laporte, committed suicide by hanging himself with a clothesline. Rev. A- It. Stark and Mrs. Bryan, Shelbyville, are suffering from lead poison, result of eating tomatoes cooked in a tin vessel,

Rev. Milton Cox, who was standing near the sawmill in Windfall when the boiler burst, was blown twenty feet without being injurod. The Military Mirror, a monthly periodical to be devoted to the interests of the militia, especially of the State, has mado its first appearance at Terre Haute. John Wooding, foreman, and "ftenry Madden, section man, on the PanHandle, were run down by a freight train in North Anderson and severely injured. On Nov. 17 Alexander Hockaday, residing in Spencer Township, Harrison County, will celebrate the 114th anniversary of his birth. He was born in Virginia in 177 t), the date,it is claimed, being authenticated by the record of a family Bible now in the old man’s possession. When quite young he came to | Kentucky with his parents, but re- ; moved to Indiana when the State was a part of tho great Northwestern Territory. Seventy years ago he removed to the farm in Harrison County on which ho now resides, and has lived thore continuously since that time. His wife is still living at the ago of 8(1 years, and is sufficiently active to perform many of tho household duties. Mr*. Hockaday still retains his mental faculties almost ummpared, and is wonderfully active for his years. He says ho voted at every presidential election since 1800, a period of ninety-three years, and has always east his vote for the Democratic nominee, his last three votes cast having been for Mr. Cleveland. - The old man appears to suffer no abatement of strength, and bids fair to live many years more. William Fergus, a Jeffersonville grocoryman, was held up in front of the Penitentiary by two masked men and robbed of a small amount of change. The iron safe in John Donaldson’s store at Bicknell, Knox County, was blown open and robbed of $42, a large quantity of clothing, and articles! valued at $250. Two applications for saloon licenses have been filed at Farmland. Good people say that they have not tolerated a saloon for twenty years and will not allow one to enter now, Mt. Pleasant, a small town near Richmond is having a scarlet lever epidemic. The Wilkinson Gas Company have struck a new well with an immense flow. Last July sparks from a locomotive on the Wabash Railroad ignited tho buildings on the Wabash Faur Grounds, and a long line of sheds were burned. The railroad company settled the olhe ’ day for $2,000. William Temple, ov" ‘hr £jnLiyette men indicted for participation in the Opera House riot at which ex-Priest Rudolph was shot,last January,pleaded guilty, and Judge Langdon gave him ten dLays in jail and a fine of $250.

A DEPOSED PRINCE.

A Wicked Indian Khan Who No LongerJRules. The deposition of the Khan of Khelat by the Indian Government draws attention to this little-known

THE DEPOSED KHAN.

principality, also called Khelat, was occupied by British troops, who thus chastised the natives for harassing the British soldiery on their march through the Bolan pass to Afghanistan. The deposed Kban ruled his subjects tyrannically, and It was for tho murder of his grand vizier and several of the notables of the country that the Indian Government deposed him. He lived In barbaric splendor in a grand palace In Khelat. The palace Is said to contain $15,000,000 worth of treasure. Belooohlstan, of which Khelat is a principality, is generally mountainous. Toward the south and west there are barren plains. The entire area is 166,000 square miles and the population loss than 3,000,000. In some of the valleys rice, cotton, tobacco, barley and indigo are produced, and it is said that lemons grow so largo that a man cannot lift one of them. Except in freshet seasons there are few streams. The largest river is the Doostee, which flows into tho Arabian Sea. It is only, ordinarily, 20 inches deep and 60 feet wide

PALACE OF HE KAN.

at its mouth. The natives are of the mixed Tartar and Persian race. Like the wild Bedouin tribes they live in tents. They encase their heads with woolen cloths and their bodies with linen coats. Polygamy is generally pratlced.

TOLD HIM TO "GIT” AND HE DID.

A Plucky Girl nnd the Trouble She Hurt with Her “Clulm." At the time of tho rush at the opening of the Cherokee Strip, one of the choicest of the available lots of tiie proposed town of Pawnee was taken by a young Kansas woman named Blake. After holding it until the worst of the rush was over, she left to got something to eat after having placed her stakes at the four corners. In less than half an hour she returned, only to find her lot In the possession of a b!g fellow named Bunn. He had torn down Miss Blake’s liandkorchlef, which she had placed at ono corner of the lot, and had also pulled out all her stakes. He had dug a shallow trench outlining u cellar and upon the strength of this improvement he announced bimsolf tho owner of tho lot. The young woman cried and made complaint to the other settlers, but in the excitement no ono paid any attention to her. Biding her time she obtained the names of people who saw hor originally claim the lot. Sunday she enlisted the sympathy of aboutthirty men, who listened to her story. They marched to Jim Dunn’s place where he had already erected a small shanty and covering him with their revolvers told him to “git.” Jim

TOLD HIM TO “GIT.”

protested, but the determined crowd told him that he would either have to “git” or be shot, and so he “got,” having been given two hours to leave the town. Miss Blake now reigns triumphantly on her claim.

Hand-Made Beauty.

If you see a woman occupied with rubbing the tips of her fingers up and down on her face, don’t imagine that she is crazy or attempting to mesmerize any one. She is not She has been reading in the woman’s corner of 6ome daily paper that to outwit time and remove wrinkles a woman should occupy some of her leisure massaging her face gently, to rub the wrinkles out—Boston Journal Heaven as a Storage Loft for Organs. O, Lord, Who has commanded us to offer unto Thee of Thine own gifts, according to the purpose of our hearts, and Who dost abundantly requite them from Thine eternal bounty, accept the offering of this organ now made unto Thee by Thy servants, and grant that it may be stored up in Thine eternal treasures, Who livest and relgnest, etc.—A clergyman’s prayer in London Truth. A story concerning Prince Bismarck has just been brought to light by the publication of the memoirs of the late Duke of Somerset. The duke, writing of Dr. Bosch's bock of gossip about the great German Chancellor, relates that Busch was employed by the prince to prepare articles for the newspapers and to record his sayings. One day Busch sent to the newspapers something Crown Prince Frederick had said, unon whic}i Bismarck sent for the doctor and expostulated. “I told you to publish what I said, not what that fool of a crown prince says.” “Well,” replied Busch, “may I publish this saying of yours?*

region of Southern Asia. Khelat is a semi-in-dependent principality in the north of Beloochistan and had , been since 1877 the seat of a British agent. During the Afghan war the capital of the