Democratic Sentinel, Volume 18, Number 4, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 February 1894 — Page 3

AT WAR WITH HERSELF.

The Story of a Woman's Atonement, by Charlotte M. Braeme. CHAPTER XXXVIII. Leonie, called Countess of Charnleigh, went home that Sunday morning, after her conversation with the country minister, a changed being. The sunlight lay brc ad on the hills, the birds seemed to understand that it was the one day of re it, and to sing their sweetest songs in its honor. She fait utterly reckless, utterly careless. “I will enjoy my life while I can, * she said tohe -self; “it seems that there is no heaven for me. ” “No heaven” —with the golden sunshine lying aroand her, anl the fragrance,* t.ie warmth of the summer Sabbath making earth all beautiful. She lepeatad the words to herself —“no heaven"—and they fell like a funeral knell on her heart. “No heaven” — what did it mean? Was the far-off land, the heaven of her childish dreams, to be closed forever? There was to be no such heaven for her, because she unjustly took possession of her neighbor’s inheritance —because she had been guilty of crime, cf which she would not repent. She groaned aloud as she came in sight of the pretty villa where the Duchess held high court. “Is it such a bad exchange?” she asked herself. “I have given my peace of mind, my quietness of conscience, my lightness of heart, my true, deep love, and heaven, for a title and wealth—to be called Lady Charnleigh, and to live at Crown Leighton. My life will be short and brilliant. People will talk cf me after I am dead—they will say at least that I held my own with grace and dignity. Where shall Ibe when they are talking so? Shall I be paying the price bf my sin?” Nobler thoughts struggled for supremacy, but she would not hear them. “A short life and a merry one,” she said to herself; “I will enjoy life while I can.”

People thought her changed before, but she wa3 doubly changed now; what had been brilliancy became recklessness. She was never 'for one moment without excitement of some kind or other; as for leisure, tranquility, quiet, they were pursuits she detested. "Are you ever at rest, Lady Charnleigh?” asked Captain Armitage one day. “I thought I turned every moment of my life to some pleasant profit, but you far exceed me.” “Iso,” she answered; “I like to live my life all at once, as it ware. I like to crowd as much pleasure a j possible into every moment;” and then in an undertone she added: “I am at war with myself.” She was indeed at war with her brightest, best, and noblest self. She was by nature good and true—generous even to a fault. Love of riches, ambition, and vanity had crept in, and had brought with them deadly sin. On the day she was leaving the villa the duchess said to her —“I had hoped, Lady Charnleigh, that you would have a little rest here. I am sorry to say that you look worse than you aid when you came. I do not think you have had one hour’s quiet. ” She raised her lovely face to the kindly one bent over her. “If I were to be quiet, I should soon die. Excitement is to mo more than the air I breathe or the food I eat—it keeps me alive. ” “Do you know, that is the saddest confession I ever heard from a girl’s lips? Your case should be different. Lady Charnleigh. I can understand people almost without a soul—people weighed down by remorse—leading such a life; but a girl so young as you —pardon me, my dear—ought not to require excitement to make life endurable; it ought to be pleasant enough without it.”

“But I do not find it so,” returned Leonie. “I should like to ask you one question: if you require this perpetual, never-ending whirl of gayety now, what shall you do when you are old?” “I shall never live to be old,” she answered, carelessly. “I am living all my life at once. I have no wish to be old.” And, not caring to hear any more, she went away with a smile on her face that hid surely the heaviest heart that ever beat. The Duchess looked after her. “There is something wrong about that girl,” she said. “What can it be? Is she disappointed in anything? Have her love affairs all gone wrong, I wonder? What can it be? I must find out,” This spirit of unrest had taken full possession of Lady Charnleigh. In vain the duchess tried to ta.k to her—to find two minutes for a sensible conversation—Leonie was more like a butterfly on the wing than anything else. She never seemed to be in the same mood or the same place for ten minutes at a time. She lelt the villa, and the friend who had been kind to her felt anxious about her. Once again in town, Leonie uflng herself heart and soul into the gayeties of the season; she went almost every-where-she refused no invitations; and, if by chance a day came when she was free from engagements, she filled her own house with visitors. Lady Fanehawe began to feel alarmed—she gave her young relative lectures about the folly of dissipation. Leonie laughed. How little they knew, those who preached to her, that this was the price of her sin —that to enjoy these things she had forfeited her own soul and had lost heaven! Enjoy them? Most certainly she would. Had ever woman paid a higher price for title and wealth? She had given up her lover for both-she had. periled her soul—surely she might enjoy what she had purchased'. Did she enjoy it? There were times when she asked herself that question, and an aching heart answered, “No—a thousand times No.” There were times when the wild, feverish gayety collapsed, when a terrible reaction set in, and Leonie would lie in a darkened chamber unable to bear the light of day, unable to raise her tired head from the pillow, worn out, body and mind, with tho war forever going on with herself. People wondered at the change that had come over her beauty; she was not one whit less lovely, hut a worn look had come over her radiant face, the smile that rippled over the beautiful lips was hard and cold, the thirst, the constant craving that filled her, completely altered the expression of her face. It struck Paul Flemyng suddenly one day when he was talking to her. Once upon a time she had been full of sweet fancies, of bright, tender, beautiful thoughts. She never expressed such now, but in their place came a cold, cynical sarcasm, ail unsuited to those fresh young lips. She had just given utterance to one of her bitter reflections when Captain Fleming looked up at her suddenly. “Leonie," he said, “how changed you are!” She had heard the same thing so often that it struck her she would ask in what the change consisted. “Tell me," she said, “how I am changed, Paul. Am I older-grown, or what? Every one tells me the same thing, and I want to understand it.”

* Your faoe is changed, to begin with. Nay, do not misunderstand me; it is as beautiful as ever, perhaps more beautiful, but now one never sees it in repose. You used to be very earnest, but more gentle, moie given to tender and graceful, womanly ways; you have grown colder, harder, more cynical." “Is that aU?” she asked. "No, not quite. You give every one the idea that some secret trouble, some hidden sorrow, is eating your life away.” x She looked at the noble, handsome man whom she had so cruelly defrauded. “Surely you do not believe in such nonsense?” she said. “What secret, what sorrow should I have? What sentimental nonsense for you to talk, Paul.” "Is it nonsense?” he asked, sadly. “There are times when I feel very unhappy about you, Leonie.” “Then you are not so sensible as I imagined you to be,” she laughed. “What a droll idea, to be unhappy over one so young and so free from care as I am! Do not waste any more sympathy on me, Paul; you wiil find ample opportunities as you pass through life for sympathizing with others far more deserving. ” "You have grown cynical and sarcastic, ”he continued; “you have lost what, after all, is the greatest charm a woman can have —trust and faith." “I believe in you,” she opposed: “surely that should content you, Paul?” “It does not,” he said, gently. “I would fain see your old. bright, sunny, trusting nature back again; you are brilliant and polished like a diamond, but you are also just as cold and hard. Do you not know, Leonie, that it is better to believe too much than not enough?” “Who says I do not believe enough?” she asked, impatiently. “What nonsense you are talking to me, Paul! What makes you say such things?" “My darling Leonie, while you were talking to Lord Falcon last evening, I analyzed what you said, and I was star tied. Do you know what cynical, worldly maxims those beautiful lips of yours put forth, what cold, heartless sentiments you uttered, what worldly ideas came in place of the bright, sweet fancies that used to distinguish you?” “I am worldly,” she confessed, with a careless smile; “you know I am worldly, Paul—you knew it when you began to like me.” “1 am loath to believe it; my idea of woman is so grand, Leonie—so pure, so unworldly. ” She turned away, saying to herself, with a bitter sigh: “I am at war with myself!”

CHAPTER XXXIX. “Possession is nine points of law,” said Leonie, with a hard, half-bitter laugh. “Possession is nothing of the kind,” contended Captain Flemyng; “at least, it should not be. Honor should stand before everything, Leonie.” In the drawing-room of Lady Charnleigh’s magnificent town mansion there was being discussed a celebrated law suit that was attracting the attention of all England. It was a bright, sunny afternoon, and Leonie, whose perfect artistic taste reigned paramount, had half drawn the rose-colored blind, so that the room was full of mellow, half-roseate, half-golden light; the fragrance of costly fiowors floated on the soft breeze that blew 7 in softly from the open windows. Several visitors were there —Captain Flemyng, Lord Seaton, Lady Westgrave, and Miss Dacre, who was still remaining with Lady Charnleigh; Lady Fanshawe was also present. Some desultory conversation had taken place, when Lord Seaton asked if they had read the day’s evidence of the Pytchley trial. “What is the trial about?” asked Leenie. “I have not read any of it.” They told her that it was the appeal of the elder brother for the recovery of title and estate from a younger one, who was in full enjoyment of them. “It is hard, I must acknowledge,” said Lord Seaton. “The elder was supposed to have died fourteen years ago, and now he returns to claim his possessions. The younger one, believing himself to be the true heir, married, and has lived as the master of the estate. He has children growing around him, and it seems to me hard that he should be suddenly deprived of all he has, and turned adrift in the world. ” “It is hard,” assented Lady Westgrave. And then Leonie put in—- “ Possession is nine points of law." “No amount of possession can give an honorable claim to that which belongs to another,” said Paul Flemyng l again contradicting Lady Charnleigh’s dictum. “I think the young brother did wrong to allow the matter to come to trial at all. He must have felt sure of the elder one’s identity.” “Still, it could not be easy to give up everything in the world,” objected Leonie.

“It could not be easy to one who is conscientious to keep anything belonging to another,” said Miss Dacre. “You are right, Ethel,” corroborated Paul Flemyng. “There are different kinds of dishonesty; sometimes it passes under grand names, but, rely upon it, the man who keeps an estate from another to whom it justly belongs is quite as much a thief as the'man who slips his hand into your pocket and steals your purse.” “A thief!” cried Lady Charnleigh, her beautiful face growing ghastly in its pallor—“a thief, Paul:” “Yes,” he replied*looking at her in astonishment; "most certainly—a thief, neither more nor less.” “It is a very ugly word,” she said, the pallor giving way tp a deep flush. “The deed is still more ugly,” he returned. “I have often wished, too; that men who fail in business dishonestly, and bring untold distress on hundreds of their fellow creatures, were also called thieves. There is nothing like plain speaking.” “Thieving is such a contemptible crime,” said Miss Dacre: “I think it is the meanest of all vices.” “It shocks people of refinement the most,” observed Paul Flemyng. “Now, Leonie, shall I look at the photograph we were speaking of?” Rut she drew back as though his words stabbed her; she shrank from him. “Nevermind about it now,” she answered; “lean show it to you at another time.” “What a variable child you are!” said Paul, with a smile and a sigh. A few minute3i since and all she cared for was that he should see the photograph and give his opinion upon it. _ Then she was laughing, eager, and animated —now she drew back, pale, grave, and evidently anxious to escape from them all. “What can have caused the change:” Paul Flemyng asked himself —he did not in any way connect the subject of their conversation with her difference of mood. Lady Westgrave suddenly bethought herself how pale and tired the young countess was looking, and rose to take her leave. j , “Of course we shall see you at Gower House this evening, Lady Charnleigh? The ball will be a brilliant one.” “Yes, I shall be there,” replied Lady Charnleigh. Lady Westgrave, who was herself one of the happiest of young wives j looked at the lovely, wearied face.

“You are not so accustomed to late hours and London life as we who have borne the heat and burden of many summers," she remarked. “Take my advice and rest before you go out again: you look very tired.’’ “I am not tired, said Leonie, her face flushed with impatience. “People seem to have but one idea about me, and that is—that I require rest.” “You give me that impression,” observed Lady Westgrave, kindly. And when she had gone Leonie turned away abruptly. “I cannot talk to you any more now, Paul. lam going out. No —pray do not follow me. Ethel will entertain you. I assure you that Ido not want a companion.” Paul, who had risen eagerly, to accompany her, drew back at her'words. Seeing a pained look on his face, she went up to him and laid her hand on his, with one of those shy, pretty, caressing movements that suited her so well.

“Lady Westgrave spoke truthfully, Paul—l am tired; and to go out among the flowers—even those in a London conservatory—does one good. If 1 have been extra disagreeable this morning, I will be all that is most amiable to-’ night.” “You are always charming,” he returned, bending down to kiss the little white hand that lay on his. “Ethel, did you hear that? Teach Captain Flemvng to tell the truth. Honestly .speaking, I know no one so tiresome as myself when lam in a bad temper.” So saying she went out through the glass doors into the conservatory, leaving Ethel to entertain Paul. Captain Flemyng sighed as the flowing folds of the white dress disappeared, and the next moment Ethel was by his side. “Do. not sigh about her—do not be anxious over her,” she said kindly. “She does not seem like herself at pressent; but it will all pass away; the novelty of this new life will disappear, and then you will see the original noble nature in all its frank sweetness again.” “Yes; she has not had time to grow accustomed to the novelty yet,” he remarked. It would have Deen easier for him to discover spots on the sun than to find fault with this girl whom he worshiped with so passionate a love; but he did wish then that she had more of Ethel’s sweet, wise ways—more constancy. Then Ethel chatted with him—that is, she won him from his graver thoughts, she talked of all that most interested him, cheering and soothing him, as a woman only can, until he felt in better spirits than he had for many days past. "You really think then, Ethel, that my beautiful Leonie is only a little bewildered by the novelty of all around her?” “It can be nothing else, ” she said. “We know all her history, and we must own that the change has been enough to bewilder her. She is at this moment the most lovely, the most envied, the most popular, and the wealthiest woman in London. Is not that enough to make any young girl capricious.-” "Yes, certainly—l had not thought of that.” “She has a noble nature, and a most generous, loyal heart, ” continued Ethel. “You will see in a short time, when she begins to understand how little there is in all that now seems to her most desirable, she will be all and even more than you wish her to be.” “You are the sweetest of comforters, Ethel,” said Captain Flemyng. “I think you have a peculiar talent for dispelling unpleasant thoughts.” He was comforted. He hardly knew himself how great was the estimation in which he held Ethel —how strong was his reliance upon her, how great his trust in her. A few words from her worked wonders in him. He left the house that afternoon happier than he had been for many days. |TO US CONTINUED. {

THE SMOKE PROBLEM.

How the People of Butte, Mont., Abated a Nuisance. “The smoke nuisance, of which many cities are at present complaining, was summarily settled by the people of Butte, Mont., so far as it affected that place,” says a writer. “Butte is built on the side of a long hill which is surmounted by a busy hive of copper and silver mines and mills. Just below the town is a suburb called Meadville, where the copper smelters are located. The ore is first of all roasted in great heaps outside the smelting furnaces in order to remove the sulphur. When the atmosphere is all cool the smoke rises and settles gradually over the town. It is very much worse than soft coal smoke, because it is full of sulphur, which is not only had smelling out dangerous. After an hour or so in this air one’s throat becomes irritated and the air passages become clogged. These conditions make the way easy for pneumonia, a disease viewed in the past by Butte people with greater alarm than cholera. Often this sulphurous smoke became so dense that it was impossible to see across the narrowest street, and the people were forced to go about - with lanterns. “The people of Butte tried every way to get rid of this dangerous nuisance. They held meetings, passed resolutions and petitioned mining companies city councils and Legislatures. They made pleas and threatened boycotts, but all without avail, for, once started, a smoke nuisance grows like a green bay tree, and is as hard to kill as pigweed. Each winter tho pneumonia swept through the camp like a scourge, and the spring brought hundreds of now graves to bear evidence of the cold avarice of mining corporations. “One day last year, when the smoko was bad, several old-timers were standing on the corner of Main street discussing the situation. Among them was Gen. Charles S. Warren, widely known for his ability to make an afterdinner speech and hold an ace full. “ ‘ln the old days the boys would have cleaned out those roast heaps mighty quick,’ said one. “ ‘What’s the matter with doing it now?’ said tho General. “‘Nothing,’ cried tho others in a chorus. “The news quickly spread that the citizens were going to solve the smoko problem, and in ten minutes the street in front of the court-house was packed with crowds of cheering people. The General made a'short speech and a great procession was started for Meadeville. It grew as it passed along, until nearly all of Butte was on the march. At Meadville a few superintendents and owners were flying about with threats of injunctions, but they were silenced when the General cried; “ ‘To h—ll with you people whose families live East. We have got wives and children here.’ “And then the work of destruction commenced. Big dynamite cartridges were dropped in the roast heaps, and up went the ore with the costly plants for treatment. When heaps worth more than ICO,OOO had been spoiled the crowd returned home and awdke next morning to find an entire freedom from sulphurous fumes. This practically settled / the smoke problem, and how the companies are building stacks on the hill to carry away the amoke or are moving their smelters.”

WILSON ON HIS BILL.

ENDS THE TARIFF DEBATE FOR THE DEMOCRATS. Brilliant Oratorical Effort and Forceful Arguments of th« Father of the Tariff Measure Borne from the Houle on the Shoulden of Hls Admirer*. Pleads for Reform. Mr. Wilson, Chairman of the Ways and Means Committee and father of the tariff measure which bears his name, closed the great debate on the Democratic side. He spoke enthusiastically in defense of the bill and at the close of his speech was given an ovation that has seldom been equaled in the halls of Congress. The demonstration went so far that he was lifted upon the shoulders of Mr. Bryan of Nebraska and Mr. Tucker of Virginia and borne out in triumph to the cloakroom. Mr. Wilson followed Mr. Reed, who slcsed for the Republicans. He spoke as follows: We might well rest the discussion where It was left by the gentleman from Georgia in bis strong speech. It does not seem to me, Mr. Speaker, that anything more is needed at this time. After three weary weeks the gentlemen on the other side have lashed around the oldtime arguments and prophecies. But history has not proved the force of their arguments, and their prophecies have never been realized, Bnt It is incumbent upon me to reply to some of the compliments whioh have been paid me In some of the arguments which have been addressed to me In the oourse of this debate. I must not apologize to my friends on the other side for my references to them, for from none of them, even in the heat of debate, have I received a word of discourtesy. But for this I

CARRYING WILSON FROM THE HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES.

snonld delight to take up for a few moments that beautiful argument which my friend from Michigan (Mr. Burrows) brings into the House at every Congress like a oluster of wax flowerß under a glass case. I would like to reply also In the same spirit of friendship and good-nature to the gentleman from lowa (Mr. Dolliver) in reminding the House that at one point In his life he had narrowly escaped being a friend of mine In a great BChool of learning. It was a narrow escape, but judging from hls degeneration It was a miss that was as good as a mile. 1 want to say he was not a pnpll of mine. It is said of Dr. Johnson that he declared that you could make a good deal even of a Scotchman If you caught him young. And I might have been able to make something of a Democratic economist of my brilliant young friend from lowa (Mr. Dolliver) if he had come under my teaching In hls early life. The gentleman from Maine (Mr. Heed] appeared in a role to-day far different from that which he usually occupies when he makes hls appearance In the House. He laid aside htß usual way of debating great public questions and gave us a set oration. But. after all, Ills main argument was that which is heard In every schoolhouse in the country; that because we have had protection in the United States for the laßt thirty years wo have drawn all of onr prosperity from a law of Congress and not from the gifts of Almighty God. Bnt the gentleman from Maine will not go farther than I will In singing the praises of our common country. I wish to remind the gentleman from Maine that we have grown great and have prospered and have Increased In nnmbers, have Increased In wealth, not because of protection, but because no law of Congress can stand In the wav of history's progress. You may frame McKinley laws, anl In the progress of humanity they will be trampled under foot. You cannot muzzle science, or banish art. You may place tariff burdens on every Industry of the country, and still enterprise will persevere and prevail over them. Men will seek in all possible ways to better their condition and to advance their own personal welfare, and In that effort all men will advance. Out of those constant troubles every Individual will endeavor to gather what comfort he can, and to rse in the scale of civilization. And this glorious progress no law of Congress can Impede; and no McKinley act or other act oan seriously prevent. But I will tell yon what yonr tariff laws are doing and what yonr tariff laws have done. You cannot permit the accumulation of wealth in this country, but you can take that wealth from tho men who made it and bestow it upon some men who did not make it. You cannot deal out prosperity to all the people, hut you can deal out wealth to part of them and poverty to all the rest. Daniel Webster said. In a speech in 1850, that fivc-slxtlis of the prosperity of the North belonged to the workingmen of the North. Can any of the representatives of the commonwealth of Massachusetts make such a glorious boast to-day? The gentleman from Maine (Mr. Beed), In his report, and again In his speech to-day, has praised the operation of the protective system because it gives quite an extensive distribution of the benefits which it bringß. Now, there is a lesson In the last census of the United States which calls upon every citizen to pause and ponder as to whether this Is a time of growing prosperity or a time of decadence. It appears, by t 1 e last census of all the men occupying farms In the country today, that one-third are tenants, living on farms owned by others; and that of all the people occupying homes (other than farms) two-thirds live In rented honses. If that Is the kind of general prosperity, if that is a proof of diffused welfare, then the protective system is entitled to the credit, because I believe it is, in a large measure, due to that system. I intended to answer a few other points made by the gentleman from Maine, but time will not permit. Let me say, however, in passing, that with hls usual skill and dexterity he added to hls armor the weapons of sarcasm and ridicule against this tariff reform movement. Mr. Speaker, if reform could be blocked and hindered by ridicule, If great causes could be laughed down, we would be to-day the slaves of England Instead of being a self-governing American people. The plain Virginia huntsmen, who in my own county met 100 strong and marched in their hunting shirts from the Potomac to the relief of Boston under old Daniel Morgan, were clowns in appearance and out but a sorry figure before the splendid troops which they met In that city. Men are not to be judged by the clumsiness of their movements, but are ennobled by that for which they fight. The continentals of Washington and the Virginia huntsmen of Daniel Morgan, while they may have been rudely dressed and may have been clumsy In their movements, bore upon their standard the freedom which we now enjoy. This Is a very old world,Mr. Speaker; but long before human history began to be written the fatal secret was disclosed that there Is no easier, no quicker, no more abundant way of getting wealth and getting power than by exercising the power of taxation over the masses of the people. That secret, when disclosed, was eagerly seized upon before the very dawning of human history, and is to-day the dominant force in all the world. Goal to Be Sought After. It was bnt 200 years ago that men were willing to fight for the idea that governments were made to serve the governed and not for the benefit of those who govern. Not yet, in all the world, have' men advsnoed to that point where the government is opersted exclusively and entirely in the Interests of all the governed. That is the goal of perfect freedom. That is the achievement of perfeot law. A&d that Is the goal to whioh the Democratic

party U courageously and honestly mOTlng in Its light UwUy lor tariff reform. Whenever that party and whenever the members of It are able to out loose from local and selfish Interests and to keep the general welfare alone In their eye, we shall reach that goal of perfect freedom and wrlll bring to the people of this country that prosperity which no other people in the world has erer enjoyed. 1 remember reading some tine ago, in a speech of r Robert Feel’s, when he was beginning hu system of tariff reform In Knsland. of a letter which he had received from a 'canny Scotchman*—a fisherman—in which the man protested against lowering the duty on herring, for fear, he said, that the Norwegian fisherman would undersell him: but he assured Sir Robert, In dosing the letter, that in every other respect exoept herring he was a thor-ough-going free-trader. Now, my fellow Democrats. I do not want any roan to say that you are acting in the cause of herring, not in the cause of the people. Ido not want herring to aland between you and the enthusiastic performance of your duty to your party and your duty to the American people. if time permitted I would like to take up someof the arguments against the bill among my democratic friends. The first argument Is that this bill will create a deficit, and therefore ought not to be passed. In the name of oommon sense how could you ever pass a tariff reform bill it you did not reduce the taxes under the existing laws that yon seek to rs-. form? Have gentlemen forgotten that there may be a system of tariff taxation under which the government receives little, and the protected industries receive much, and that there may be a lower system of tariff taxation under which the government receives a great de 1 and the protected industries receive but little? The McKinley law is constructed on the first line, and the pending bill is constructed on the Hue of revenue. If you take up the history if the free trad • movement In Kngland you will find that nothing so surprised the tariff reformers as to see that the more they cut down taxes and the nearer they approached free trade the more the revenue grew in spite of them. At the beginning of that movement there were l.’A O articles taxed, and at the close ofllt only seven; and the revenue was as great on the seven as it liad been on the I,’Aai. I have here the report of Robert J. Walker, as Secretary of the Treasury, showing that In the first year of the operation of the Walker low tariff In IS4« the revenue went up from $23,600,000 to tai ,600,000. llut 1 cannot dwoll on that matter. The next argument which my friends on this side are using among themselves against the hill, or to hesitate, at least, in voting for the bill, Is that the inoome tax has been added to it. I need not say to my brethren on this side that.l did

not concur In the policy of attaching the Income measure to the pending bill. 1 had some doubts as to the expediency of adding the Income? tax'measure to the pending bill. Rut when the committee decided otherwise I threw In my fortune, loyally and earnestly, with that amendment, because 1 never have been hostile to the Idea of an Income tax. John Sherman has been quoted as saying that an Inoome tax 1b olaßs taxation. It la nothing of the kind. It Is simply, as the gentleman from Georgia !'Mr. Crisp) declared, an effort-an honest effort—to balance the weight of taxation In this oountry. During the fifty years of Its exlstenoe In England It has been the strongest force there in wiping out class distinctions. It was a doctrine taught by Sumner, Walker and other New England economists that an Income tax was the most simple form of taxation. New England taught that doctrine to the South and West, and she has no right to come up to-day and complain because her own teachings baa been used against her. In all my conferences on the subject of this bill l have heard no man protest that we have been actuated by an unworthy motive,; or that tills great scheme of taxation was undertaken In any class or sootlonal spirit. Doubts Republican Sincerity. Gentlemen (addressing the Republican side of the llouBe) I doubt not your sincerity. I doubt not the love of your fellow-man which lmpclß you to champion your side of the question any more than 1 doubt that which Impels my associates on this side. I agree with tho gentleman from Maine (Mr. Heed) that the question of general welfare and the question of wages of the workingmen are after ail tho vital questions in this controversy. We are trying an experiment whether, In God’s name, we can establish a country where every man horn into It will be horn with the possibility that he can raise himself to a degree of ease and comfort and not be compelled to live a life of degrading toil for the mere no -essltles of existence. That is the feeling which animates all who through danger and defeat have steadily labored for tariff reform. We wish to make this a country where no man shall be taxed for the private benefit of another; but where all the blessings of free government, of education, of the influences of the chnreh and of tho school sha l be the common, untaxed heritage of all the people, adding to tho comfort of all, adding to the culture of all, and adding to the happiness of all. And now one word more. We are abont to vote on this question. If I knew that when tho roll is called every Democratic name would respond In the spirit of that larger patriotism which 1 have tried to suggest I would be proud and light-hearted to-day. I want to sav to my brethren who are doubting as to what they shall do that this roll call will not only be entered on the journal of tho House, but It will be entered on the history of this country, and it will be entered In the annals of freedom. This is not a battle expressly on this tax or on that tax; it is a battle for human freedom. As Mr. Rnrke truly said, "The great battUs of human freedom have been waged around the question of taxation." You may think to-day that some "herring” of your own will exouso you In op]K>slng this great movement; you may thing to-day that some reason of locality, some desire to oblige a great interest behind yon, may excuse if, when the roll Is called, your name shall be registered among the opponents of this measure; but no such excuse will cover you. The men who had the opportunity to sign the Declaration of Independence and refused or neglected because there was something In It which they did not like—l thank God there were no such men—but if there were, what would be their standing In history to-day? If, on the battlefields of Lexington and Hunker Hill there had been men who became dissatisfied, wanted this thing and that thing and threw away their weapons, what do vou suppose won d have been their feelings in all the years of their lives when the liberty bells rang on every coming anniversary of American freedom? And in the name of honor and In the name of freedom, I summon every democratic member of the House.

A Unique Use for Murderers.

A member of the Ohio Legislature, at the instance of several prominent BelGians, has introduced into that y a bill embracing a unique idea. It abolishes hanging as a means of capital punishment, and provides for the ‘taking off” of murderers by the use of anaesthetics administered under the supervision of a board of physicians and scientists. The condemned xnan having been wafted into a painless sleep, the scientists are permitted to take off tho top of his skull and watch the action of his brain, or lay bare his heart and other vitals and study life for the benefit of science and humanity in general. t Twelve miles from a lemon.—Sydney Smith, in a letter to a friend concerning the living in Yorkshire to which Smith was appointed. Willful ignorance is an incurable ailment.

HOOSIER HAPPENINGS

NEWS OF THE WEEK CONCISELY CONDENSED. What Our Neighbor* are Doing—Matters of General aud Local Interest—Marriage* and Deaths—Accident* and Crime*—Personal Pointer* About Imllanlan*. M. R. Yocum, County Auditor, dropped dead at his homo in Brazil. There are many wild goeso along White River, but they are very wary. A FINK fiow of the highest grade of lubrieating oil was struck in a well at Royal Center. Hamlet is to have a curled grass plant that will use up hundreds of tons of hay yearly. Mrs. Elizabeth Wahl, wife of a prominent farmer near Evansville, dropped dead in the stable. There are 45H pupils in tho Home for the Feeblo-minod at Fort Wayne, the largest number in the Home’s history. MARK Coon, who was slightly injured in his hand in a saw-null at Wilkinson, will probably lose his life, as,blood poisoning has set in. Dr. Robert Hesslkk of Indianapolis, has teen appointed instructor in the department of physiological psychology of tho Indiana University at Bloomington. Millard Lewis, weighing 200 pounds, a workman on tho Hartford City Court-house, foil from the top of the first story to tho basement, a distance of thirty foot, striking on a pile of brickbats. Ho is badly hurt internally. At Plymouth, Leroy Trohridge, a woll-known farmer, while walking homo was run into by ato am. Tho polo of tho sleigh struck him on tho back of his head, making a largo hole. He was takon back to Plymouth, and remained unconscious until his death. The furmors near Elwood have suffered so much from thieves during the last sow months that they have organized two thief-catching societies, and two bloodhounds have boon secured. The trespasses will bo tracked down, as tho farmers despair of bagging thorn in any other manner. OSCAR Thrall, son of a prominent resident, while returning from church at West Liberty, accomi>anled by two young women, was instantly killed by being thrown from tho buggy. They were racing with other young people. The girls with him wore also badly hurt, one perhaps fatally. Henry a. Miller, while employed in tho Lake Shore and Michigan Southern shops at Elkhart, recently, had an arm so badly Injured by tho Hying pieces of a broken planer that it was nocosHary to amputate tho member. Ho has brought suit against tho railway company for SIO,OOO damages. At Stlpp’s Hill, a village seven miles weßt of Laurel, M. F. George and Stove Dilks uuarrolod over a shoulder of meat sold to Dilks, which ho had failed to pay for. In the affray Dilks drow a dirk knife and stabbed Georgo throe times in the leftsldo. His victim died from tho wounds in an hour. Dilks was immediately arrested, A year ago a little 5-yoar-old girl, Cora Heath, was cast upon tho world without friends or known relatives by the deuth of her father. The orphan was adopted by John P. Conrad, who resides in Anderson. Tho other day word was received by Mr. Conrad that the child had fallen heir to $J5,000 by tho death of a great-grandmothor, in New York. Tho tltlo to the monoy is unquestioned, and tho amount will bo turned over at once. Senator .John Yargan died at his homo in Richmond, at tho advanced ago ot G 2 years. Mr. Yurgan served in the last State Senate, and was probably tho oldest legislator in the country. He was tern in Tennessee, and camo to Way no County, Indiana, in 1813. He served many terms in the State Legislature in tho early days of the State, and was tho author in Indiana of tho law which gave tho women tho right to own property and to make a will. Mr. Yargan’s illness was brlof. In tho Jackson Circuit Court, William Greer was lined SSO and given a six months’ sentence in the County Jail for discharging a double-barreled shotgun into a party of friends with whom ho was hunting, and who desired to return homo, while Greer insisted on remaining in the woods. As the party was driving away Greer fired, wounding William Wilson, Trim Wilson, Jake Loertz, una John Firman. The shooting was over a yeur ago, and the case has been put off from time to time. Francis Murphy, the temporanco evangelist, closed a two weeks’ series of temperance meetings at Dunkirk, and tho outcome is nearly one thousand more signors to the Murphy pledge. Fully two-thirds of tho large number of glass workers there have taken the pledge, and the visit of tho Murphys to Dunkirk will long bo remembered. A Murphy society has teen organized and over SIOO subscribed to its support. Mr. Murphy was ably assisted by his son William, who is ulso a vory forcible speaker. What was reported as a suicide and attempted murder took place at Belle Tholloy’s resort, on West I’resbyterian avenue, Madison. Samuel Medlicott and Frank Stephens, called ’‘Sawbuck,” had a fight. Tho woman says Stephens shot Medlicott in a back room and then rushed in the parlor and put a bullet through his brain, dying instantly. Medlicott is not badly injured. Nelson Martin, a constable, was a witness, he being in the house, he said, on business. There is much mystery about tho shooting, and poople believe it was a case of murder. Constable Martin and the other five people in tho house were arrested and are being held pending an investigation.

Mrs. Patrick Cain, residing in a suburb of Anderson, Is, by her physician, thought to be fatally burned. While standing by a gas stove her dress caught fire and in a twinkling her body was enveloped in flames. The Woman was bewildered and helpless. A half-dozen little children ran screaming for help. When assistance arrived the woman was found on the floor insensible. Her arms, back, face, and head were frightfully burned. The flesh on her hands was literally cooked, falling with tho linger nails from her fingers. She is the mother of fourteen children, all living. The following concerns are running in full or part at Elwood: Diamond Plate-glass Works, Mcßeth chimney factory, McClay factory, American Tin-plate Works, Elwood Iron Works, Rodefer & Hoffman Window-glass Company, and Nivison & Wieskoff Bottl< works. “Charles Waymeyer, a well-to-do German farmer, residing spme miles east of Columbus, is lying in a critical condition from the effects of an accident. While returning from Columbus to his home his team, which was attached to a road wagon, became frightened, throwing him to the ground. The wagon passed over his leg, fracturing it. 4

DEATH FOR VAILLANT

PARIS BOMB-THROWER DIES BY THE GUILLOTINE. Aroused from Sleep and Executed Within Twenty Seconds —Great Excitement In tke French Capital Over the Execution —Ho Showed Wonderful Nerve. DU Head In the Basket. With the cry of “Death to the bourgeoisie! Long live anarchy!* Auguste Vaillant, the anarchist who threw the

bomb in tho French Chamber of Deputies, raid the penalty of his crime. He was awakened by the officers at 7 o'clock in the morning and told to prepare lor death. He appeared to be surprised, and begaa to reiterate the theories he advanced befoi e the Assize

VAILLANT.

court. Ho declared that though it was easy to suppress him, it was impossible to suppress anarchistic ideas. “My body is nothing,” he added, “compared with tho progi ess of principle-. I shall be revenged.” Vaillant was perfectly calm and displayed no fear whatever. As he appeared outside the prison everybody bared their heads and the troops presented arms. Vaillant advanced steadily. When about eighty yards out-ide the prison he sprang forward a little to shout: “Death to the bourgeoisie;” long live anarchy." It bus teen customary for the executioner's assistants to push the condemned criminals against the plank, but as Vaillant reached it he sprang forward and placed himself against it. The plank dropped und Valllant's neok slipped under the glistening knife, and the moment he was in position Deibler touched tho spring. There wus a flash

VAILLANT READING HIS ADDRESS TO THE JURY.

at tho heavy knife dosoendod, and anarchist Vaillant wus deiul. f Hotwoon tho tlmo of Vuillant’s arrival at the guillotine and the closing of the basket containing his romaina scarcely more than twenty second* elapsed. Deibler, tho oxocutionor, who lias roeeivod many lottors threatening him with death if ho oxeeuted Vaillant, and who at one tlmo wished to resign his position rather than to nut the anarchist to death, appeared paler and more nervous than Vaillant. Within two minutes after tho knife fell Vaillant’s body was takon to the Ivry cemetery.

ROPE IS PLACED BY A WOMAN.

Mob at Lebanon, Ind.. Almost Succeeds in Lynching; Frank Hall. Frank Hall, tho negro who assaulted MrH. Akers at Lebanon, Ind., had a narrow escape from lynohlng. The mob oven succeeded in securing possession pf him long enough to got a rope around his neck, before the office rs succeeded in dragging tho prisoner into tho courtroom. shoriff Troutman brought Hall back to Lebanon from lndianupolts for a hearing. As soon as it became known that Hall was in the city, a mob led by farmer’s from the vicinity whore the assault was committed attacked the jail, but were repulsed by the Sheriff and his small posse. Prosecutor Dutch mounted the jail steps and hogged of the mob to allow tho law to tako its course. He said that he would vigorously proseoute the negro. About i o'clock Judge Neal orderod Sheriff Troutman to bring tho prisoner into the court. The Sheriff and posse came out tho front door of the jail and down the steps to tho sidewalk. There Mrs. Akers and her friend, Mrs. Hattie Taylor, met them, and, assisted b,v the now furious mob, Mrs. Taylor placed the rope aronnd Hall’s nock. Revolver and knives were drawn, but citizens came to tho sheriff’s rescue and after a twenty minutes’ struggle, in which several persons were hurt, Hall was dragged into tho courtroom. Judge Neal ordered the sheriff, if necessary, to deputize a thousand mon. Quiet being restored the prisoner was ordered to stand up and plead. In a trembling voice he pleaded guilty and was sentenced to twentyone years in Northern State's prison. Surrounded by 100 deputies, Sheriff Troutman made a rush with the prisoner for the Big Four depot, and the prisoner was placed aboard the train. Accompanied by twenty of the Sheriff's posse, the negro then started for Michigan City. *

May Order a Big Strike.

Cipher advices from the chiefs of tho Federated Northern Pacific employes at St. Paul indicate that a strike will be ordered if there is no change in the situation soon.

Notes of Current Events.

James Jones and Tom Fry,, negrce% were both desperately grounded sh a fight near Danville, Ky. H. B. Tillinghast, a Toledo traveling man, was stricken with paralysis on the street at Lima, Ohio. England’s fear of war is dying out, and the public is no longer, absorbed with vague rumors of conflict. Suit was brought against ex-County Treasurer Cashmam at Greeley Center, Nob., for $39,000, his alleged shortage. Land sharks at Duluth, Minn,, are alarmed at the investigation under way by Special Inspector Swineford. •Mr. Mathews’, of Still water, Minn., knocked down Attorney Fayette Marsh, who tried to secure Rome papers. After Feb. 4 the Union Pacific will abandon trains via the Gulf route, and will reach Denver via Cheyenne. James Egan, a laborer, was killed at a grade crossing at Massillon, Ohio. He leaves a wife and six children. Edward Blake, Canadian member of the Imperial Parliament, addressed ! a large meeting at Boston on home rule.