Democratic Sentinel, Volume 18, Number 12, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 April 1894 — Page 5

SOMEWHAT STRANGE.

ACCIDENTS ANO INCIDENTS OF EVERYDAY LIFE. Queer Facts and Thrilling Adventures Which Show that Truth is Stranger than Fiction. The conquering of the cactus in a little Mexican town on the south bank of the Rio Grande furnished a gentleman of Dallas, Texas, with inspiration for the following: *Tn this particular town there was a goodsized church, with aflat roof. A large number of cactus seeds had lodged in the moss on the roof of the church, and in the course of time there was a big crop of cactus up there. Now it is the custom when they want to destroy this thing to first burn off all the thorns, and then the cattle will eat the plant. The people became tired of seeing the plants on their church, and a mass-meeting was called to devise some means of getting rid of the things. After deliberating for some time a man was hoisted to the roof, and after three days’ labor had burned the thorns from all the stalks. A cow was then hoisted up to the roof, and in about a week there was nothing left on the roof but the cow, which was lowered to the earth again. The people were delighted with the result, and now point with pride to their church.” In the Museum of Natural History in Dublin is the skeleton of a man, a native of the South of Ireland, who was called the ossified man. His body became ossified during his lifetime. He lived in that condition for years. Previous to the change he had been a healthy young fellow of superior strength and agility. One night he slept out in a field after a debauch, and some time later he felt the first symptoms of the strange transformation. The doctors could do nothing to avert the progress of his malady. His joints stiffened. When he wanted to lie down or rise up he required assistance. He could not bend his body, and placed upright he resembled a statue of stone. He could stand,but not move in the least. His teeth were joined and became an entire bone. The doctors in order to administer nourishment had to make a hole through them. He lost the use of his tongue, and his sight left him before he died. Michael O’Reilly’s lucky star must have shone over him, for he had about as narrow an escape from instant death at the Barus mine at Butte, Mon., as was ever recorded. He was ascending the ladder-way in the pumping shaft above the 400 level, when one of the ladder rounds broke, and he lost his balance and fell into the shaft. He dropped about fifty feet and in some manner managed to grasp hold of a waterpipe or something of the kind and clung to it. Otherwise he would have fallen 200 feet to the 600 level and into seventy-five feet of water. He managed to swing to the ladder again. Another miner assisted him to a level. He was raised to the surface, and Drs. Wells and McCrimmon were summoned. They found that, aside from a fractured ankle and some painful bruises, the man was not seriously hurt, but the shock had been great. J. D. Fahnestock, a Cincinnati dentist, has for a pet a cat that is onehalf raccoon, or a raccoon that is onehalf cat. This freak was born near Portland, Me., nearly five months ago, and is already half a size larger than the usual cat. Its father was a pet cat owned by a woodchopper. The mother was a wild raccoon, whose nest and litter were discovered by the woodsman one evening when the cat was paying his sharp-featured spouse a visit. The head of the rare half-bred is that of a cat, but is exceptionally broad between the ears, the mouth pointed. The fur on the head, breast and fore quarters is unmistakably cat hair, .while from the waist back, so to speak, the fur is entirely coon. The tail is broad and thick, the hind quarters low and the hind feet have only four toes, like the regulation coon, instead of five, as would be the, case on an “all-cat cat.” Reelfoot Lake, in Western Tennessee, is one of the most remarkable bodies of water in the United States. It is popularly supposed to have a subterranean source from the Mississippi River, it having no visible outlet or inlet, but the evidence seems to be decidedly against this theory. There is a considerable area in the center where no line has yet been found long enough to touch bottom. It is not affected by the rise and fall of the river, but, has a tide corresponding with that of the sea. The oldest settlers can remember when the land where the lake is now was a fertile farm. One night there was an earthquake, distinctly felt but doing very little damage to the surrounding country. The next morning the land was gone and Reelfoot Lake was there and has been there ever since. It is one of the most noted fishing resorts in the South. The so-called “Monkey tax” of the Commune of Riesenberg, in Bohemia, is sureiy the most eccentric in its origin of all surviving feudal impositions. One of the lords of Riesenberg, in the later years of the Middle Ages, had a monkey bought for him in the East, for which he paid an enormous sum. One day the monkey escaped from the castle and fled into the woods. The peasants who had never seen a monkey, supposed it to be the devil in a quasi-human shape going about seeking whom he might devour, and they shot it dead. They imagined they had done an act of Christian piety, for which they deserved thanks. The angry Baron, however, was inconsolable at the'; loss of his ugly pet, and imposed a yearly fine upon the peasant commune, which it continues to pay up to the present time. A very singular case is that of a young man in Minneapolis ndmed Chandler. For years his mouth has shown a tendency to grow up. Four years ago it became so small it' was feared he would starve and a fund was raised by neighbors and he, was sent to Chicago, where the was cut to the natural size 'and pieces Of flesh grafted into thecor-

ners, thus hoping to prevent the closing. This has been overcome and his mouth is rapidly growing up again, the opening at present not being larger than an ordinary goose quill, through which he takes all his nourishment. It is thought that he must eventually starve to death, as there seems no way of preventing the complete closing of the mouth. Otherwise the young man seems healthy, and is capable of doing considerable work. A shave in Brooklyn caused a great deal of trouble recently. Isaac Kobolouski had * splendid red beard, of which he was very proud. He got drunk and took a nap in the barber chair of his friend Cohn, and when he awoke his beard was gone. Cohn had thought that it would be a good joke to shave it off. Kobolouski was very mad, and he was still madder when he went to see the maiden whom he was to marry the next day, and she declined to recognize him or keep her engagement. He swore to be avenged on the joking barber, and persuaded all his friends to boycott the shop. This so seriously affected Cohn’s business that it almost broke him up, and he took to drink to drown his sorrows. Drink soon took him to jail, and there he is now, a striking warning to practical jokers. Some of Chicago’s old detectives have reputations as successful criminal chasers, but they do not seem to be well up in physiognomy. A joker pasted portraits of W. D. Howells,the American novelist, and Archibald Forbes, the English war correspondent, in a note-book, and went to the Chicago police authorities to have them identified. The almost unanimous opinion of detectives, inspectors and police magistrates was that, although the faces were not shown in the rogue’s gallery, they looked suspicious and were undoubtedly the counterfeit presentments of professional crooks. Lieutenant Collins, for instance, “sized up” Howells as a burglar and Forbes as a confidence man, and Justice Brodwell declared that Mr. Forbes had been before him in court several times. The employes of the Pittsburg, Fort Wayne and Chicago Railway at Fort Wayne felt very comfortable on a recent Saturday when they were paid off in nice, crisp, new bills issued by the Youngstown (Ohio) National Bank. They felt differently, however, Monday when they undertook to spend some of their nice, new money. People to whom it was offered, finding that the signature of the cashier of the bank was missing from the bills, refused to take them. It occasioned a great deal of trouble, but it was remedied. It was just a careless mistake of the bank cashier, and as soon as it was called to his attention he hastened to make arrangements to redeem the defective money.

Poultry has found a new use in Boston. In the police court the principal evidence against a chicken thief was furnished by a hen. She was tied so that she could not move, placed in a darkened room, and covered with blueing, while the suspected thief, with others, was directed to go into the room and lay his hand on the hen. It was expected by the proposer of this plan that the hen would cackle when the thief touched her. So, too, the thief evidently believed, for after the ordeal all hands were covered with blueing but his. He was very much embarrassed at his exposure, but soon confessed that he had been the guilty party. Mbs. Harriet Condit, a colored woman of State street, Hartford, bought some herrings the other day, and upon cleaning one of them she found imbedded parallel with the backbone a gold bar evidently belonging to a lady’s pin. It is set with a moonstone about one half-inch long in the centre, and at each end a large pearl about the size around of a lead pencil. It was valued by a local jeweler at about S4O. The wedding of Colin P. Hardy and Miss Eva Maud Byers at Canarsi, N. Y., the other day was the result of a peculiar romance. Hardy had twice saved the life of Miss Byers within the past year, and her hand in marriage was his reward. Frank E. Breen, who was to have been arraigned in a New York court a few days ago, charged with passing a bogus check, did not appear, as he swallowed the check, thus destroying all evidence against him.

JUVENILE DEPRAVITY.

The Bad Boy Planted Corn in His Sister’s Herbarium. ‘ ‘Seems to me I ain’t eVer goin’ to be able to sit down again with real solid comfort,” said the small boy as he lowered himself cautiously into a chair. ‘‘Ouch! There is some folks as can never take a joke nohow. Yer see, my mother ’n sister took it into their he’ds to start a herberryum—j guess that’s what they called it. At enny rate they got a big box and had it painted all up bright and then they filled it with dirt and planted seeds. ‘‘Well, I tho’t I’d put in a few seeds too. So I got an ear of corn and shelled it and planted six of the kernels in the herberryum. along with the other seeds. “Bynby, after the ferns and pansies and that sort of stuff had begun to grow, one day the six green shoots poked their way up thro’ the dirt, and when my sister she seen them- 1 — my! wasn’t she astonished! She was tickled, too, as could be, an’ she went an’ called mother to come and look. ‘‘Well, they wuz both so tickled that they used to watch them shoots every day and wonder what made them grow so fast. They was pleased, too, as anything, ( cause they said they must be something rare. Mother said it must be some queer kind of a fern, because it growed so, and sister she thought it was some kind of grass. “Well, when I seen that the shocts was a growin’ to look like cornstalks I began to get scared, ’cause I knew they couldn’t be pulled out without tearing up everything else in the box, and I knew that if they were left there to grow they would crowd everything out. So every time ma ’n sister went to look at ’em I just lit out.

“Well, a few nights ago we had a party, and ma was showing her herberryrum to everybody and was awful proud of it and wanted everybody to notice particularly the six splendid big grasses that neither she nor my sister had planted, an telling ’em all as how they must be some rare plants. “ I was a-feelin’ uneasy all the time, tho’ I tho’t I’d die a-lafiin. Bimeby ma she comes along with old Mr. Atkins, who owns a big farm out in Jersey, 'an she says to him that she hadn't planted them, neither sister nor she, and that they must be something uncommon. Old Mr. Atkins, he gave one look, and then he commenced to lass, and he sassed and lafled till he liked to dide. ‘ ‘ Ma got red in the face, too, an’ I could see she was mad as ennything. “ ‘Rare!’ sez old Mr. Atkins, as soon as he could speak. ‘Uncommon! You just cum over to Jersey to my farm next summer, ’ sez he, ‘and I’ll show you acres of them rare grasses. It’s corn,’ sez he, and then he nearly had a fit. ‘ ‘ Ma an’ sister were just crazy, and p’r’aps I didn’t catch it—oh, no! But the wurst of it was that it went all over the neighborhood how they had been growin’ corn in their herberryum, and when ma learned of that, why I caught it again. “But they had to pull the corn up and plant the herberryum over again, that’s one comfort,” and the small boy went and sat down in a snow bank and whistled shrilly.—[New York Herald.

LEAD PENCILS.

Various Processes of Thgir Manufacture Described. Pencils are instruments used in writing. They were, in early days, .simply pieces of chalk, colored earth or soft stone. About the fourth century, B. C., hair pencils began to be used. These pencils were generally made of the hair of the camel, sable, mink, goat or the bristle of hogs. A few hairs In the center of the brush were longer than those surrounding them, thus giving the brush or pencil a fine point. The pencils most generally used at the present time are black lead pencils. The first account we have of their being used in the form in which we now have them was given by Mr. Gesner, who speaks of using lead pencils enclosed in wood. This was about the year 1565. He gives us no clue as to how they were manufactured. The lead pencil of the present day contain no lead whatever, but are composed of a mineral substance called graphite or plumbago, though doubtless they receive their name from pieces of lead having beOh used originally in writing. The best graphite is fouild in the Cumberland mines, though some of quite good quality has been found in Siberia and other parts of the Russian empire. Inferior qualities have been found in other parts of the world. Graphite is seldom free enough from sand and other materials to be used in its crude state, but it is ground up and washed until pure. This washing is accomplished by putting the ground graphite or plumbago into large tanks of water and allowing it to remain long enough to permit the coarser portions to settle. The floating particles are then drawn off into another tank, to pass through the same process, after which it is passed into the third tank. What remains floating in the third tank is compressed and used in the best grades of pencils, and those portions which have sunk in the second tank are used in the second grade of pencils, and so on, the coarser parts being used for the poorer pencils. Clay is ground up and washed in the same manner, and is thoroughly mixed with the graphite, to make it softer. The mixture is then prepared for use by two processes. One is known as Brokedon’s method, which is to extract the air from the mixture and subject it to a heavy pressure, which leaves it in square blocks. These are then sawed into strips about one-sixteenth of an inch in thickness. It is then sawed the other way the same thickness, thus leaving the composition in strips just the size used in pencils. Strips of wood are passed under a small saw, which cuts a groove in them just the size of the strips.of “lead” as the composition is called. The lead is placed in one of them and another is inverted over it, and they are glued while in that position. Afterward they are passed through a machine that rounds off the corners. They are then painted, lettered and ready for use. A Frenchman by the name of Conte has invented a cylinder perforated with variously shaped holes. The clay and graphite are prepared the same as in the Brokedon method and placed in this cylinder, in which a heavy piston works, driving the composition through the perforations in the end. The shreds are caught in small grooves in the boards, and are dried in a warm room. Afterward they are subjected to a great degree of heat. The more graphite and the less heat applied, the darker will be the color of the pencil; while, on the other hand, the more clay there is used, and the higher the degree of heat, the lighter will oe the penciL The ‘ ‘lead” is then prepared for use according to previous description.

Buried in His Boots.

One of the characters of Birmingham, Ala., died the other day. He was an old colored man named Ralph Stern. He was ninety-eight years old and had never been twenty miles from his birthplace, nor ever ridden on a railroad train. In 1855 his master gave him a pair of boots, of which he was very proud, and which ho has worn to church every Sunday since. His dying request was that he might be buried with those boots on, and it is needless to say that he had his wish. He scorned the freedom which the war brought him, and continued to live with the family to which he had belonged to the day of his death. His funeral was attended by a large concourse of the best people of the neighborhood.—[New Orleans Picayune. ,

THE INDUSTRIAL "COLD SNAP" IS OVER.

BY ORGANIZED GREED.

THE PEOPLE'S REPRESENTATIVES ARE OPPOSED. For This Reason the Work of Tariff Redaction Has Been Slow—Prosperity Without Protection—The Sugar Trust on Top—Making Republican Votes, Relief In Sight. Those who are disposed to criticise the Democrats in Congress for not rushing through a bill lowering duties need to be reminded that it is vastly easier to increase than to diminish tariff taxation. The moment that it is proposed to lower duties, the interests whose “protection” would be disturbed flock to Washington and by argument, cajolery and threats endeavor to prevent action. A powerful lobby is maintained by those who profit by the taxation proposed to be diminished. It is insistent and persistent. It will yield nothing of the enormous profits its employers enjoy. The Republican Congress in 1873 experienced this opposition. A commission it had appointed, and composed of protectionists at that, after months of inquiry and deliberation made a report to Congress recommending reductions of duties averaging 20 per cent., “not only as a due recognition of public sentiment and a measure of justice to consumers, but one conducive to the general Industrial prosperity.” But the greedy “protected” Interests cared nothing for "public sentiment” or “justice," and straightway the capitol swarmed wilh their lobbyists. And the result was, s Republican Congress ignored the recommendations of its own commission and instead of reducing duties actually increased them in a number of schedules! What the Republican Congress in 1883 experienced, the Democratic Congress in 1894 has experienced. The “protected" interests, no more willing now than then t» give up anything to consumers, havj bitterly and stubbornly resisted reduction of tariff taxation. The Pe«ple’s representatives have been opposed by organized greed and selfishness at every step, and progress necessarily has been slow. But there has been progress. Unlike the Congress of ’B3, that of ’94 will give consumers some relief—not so much as they are entitled to, but relief in some degree. That this has not been accomplished sooner and -is not greater in extent, is because of the unyielding opposition of interests that for more than thirty years have dominated Congresses and dictated legislation. It will not be so difficult in future to obtain consideration for the people.— Catskill Recorder.

Prosperity Without Protection. Protection never had any legs to stand upon. The United States has been the only highly protected country that has enjoyed a reasonable measure of prosperity for any considerable length of time. Such prosperity as we have had has been due to the fact that we have free trade from ocean to ocean and from gulf to lakes. Nowhere else on the globe is there such freedom of exchange between so many progressive producers with such opportunities of production. In Europe protection’s record is bad. The most highly protected countries, like Italy, Germany, Russia and France, are clearly behind England and Holland, where trade is most nearly free. Australia was making good progress until its different colonies began to adopt protection tariffs about ten years ago. The disease spread rapidly, and soon all of the colonies were laid up with it. In 1892 a panic cccurred, from which Australia has not yet recovered, and from which it is not likely to recover until its colonies again open trade with each other ana with the rest of the world. In 1891, one of the Australian colonies—New Zealand—concluded to experiment in another direction. It cut off most of its tariff duties and began to tax large land holders. A graduated tax was laid on the owners of land worth $25,000 or more. The larger the holding, the larger the tax. Twenty per cent, extra was assessed on all lands in the hands of absentees. Improvements to the extent of $15,000 were exempted from taxation. John D. Connolly, our Consul at Auckland, has just made a report on “Land Taxation in New Zealand.” Advance sheets of his report published by the State Department on March 15, are most interesting reading to all who are anxious to improve the conditions of mankind. Mr. Connolly begins by saying that “in the matter of taxation, New Zealand excels as compared with the other Australian colonies, and perhaps with many older countries, instead of the country being ruined

financially, as most of the moneyed men there eaid It would be, its “credit is better to-day on the London money market than is that of any other colony of Australia.” Large holdings of land are diminishing and opportunities to employment are thrown open to the people. Thousands are flocking there from protection-ridden Australia. In short, New Zealand is prosperous, and prosperous at a time when not only her nearest neighbors are in a most wretched condition, but when all of the rest of the civilized world is In the. dumps. There are no effects without causes. It will pay our citizens to study the causes of New Zealand’s unusual prosperity.—Byron W. Holt. Bu<ar Trust on Top. After weeks of delay, filled with ugly rumors of scandalous proceedings In the Senate,the Wilson bill has emerged to the public view, but so badly mutilated that it resembles William McKinley about as much as it does William Wilson. By far the worst-looking patch on it is the protection duty on sugar, put there at the instigation of the Sugar Trust and the sugar-growers of Louisiana. If the proposed bill becomes law about 855,000,000 sugar tax will be collected from the people. About 840,000,000 Will go to the Governmeht, 85,000,000 or 86.000,000 to the sugargrowers and 88,000,000 or 810.000.0J0 to thexSugar Trust. The protection to the sugar-growers is about 1.2 cents per pound, most of their sugar testing 94 degrees to 96 degrees by the polariscope. The protection to the trust is about t of a cent per pound on sugar testing from 94 degrees to 96 degrees, as three-fourths of our imports now test; 1-6 of a cent on sugar testing 90 degrees: and slightly more on sugar testing less than 90 degrees. If tne proposed bill is passed the trust will be well repaid for all of its outlay to get sugar taken from the free list where the House left it and put back into the dutiable list. But the trust, nevertheless, will do its utmost to defeat all tariff legislation, because it now has something better—the i-cent per pound net protection left by McKinley and Aldrich. This is worth 820*000,000 a year to it and, will be retained as long as possible. It is a shame that Democratic Senators can be found dishonorable enough to sell themselves to any trust, but we might as well look the facte hi the face. We have a few traitors in camp and they are officers—the more the pity. Just as victory is assured these officers order a retreat and our ranks are disorganized and confidence is destroyed. We must shoot down these traitors before we proceed to battle again. Senator HtU’i Attitude. Senator Hill said in a recent interview that he is “in favor of a tariff high enough to enable. American manufacturers to compete with foreigners, as far as the difference in wages is concerned.” The Wilson bill does thia For this reason we have called it a protectiveeven a highly protective—measure The average rate on dutiable goods in the Wilson bill is 35.52 percent, and in the Senate bill 34.19 per cent. Either of these is as high as the duty recommended by the Republican Tariff Commission of 1883. There is not a schedule for manufactured goods in the Wilson bill in which the duties do not fully cover this difference in the labor cost On most of the articles it is probable that the proposed duty is equal to the entire labor cost on the manufactured articles. Senator Hill is, of coursS, aware that wages and labor cost are not the same thing. What Secretary Blaine wrote in 1881 of cotton goods is true of most of the competing articles. “Undoubtedly,” he said, “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 of labor.” It is a well-known economic fact that high wages generally yield the cheapest product. They are the highest not because they are protected but because they are the most productive. Senator Hill ought to be too good a Democrat to favor a tariff for bounties to manufacturers. That is McKinleyIsm. He ought to be too shrewd a man to accept the statement of the beneficiaries of the McKinley tariff as to the amount of duty they require to “protect labor.” He ought especially to be too honest a statesman to support duties on refined sugar, on iron and coal, which are simply a tariff for campaign contributions or for the enrichment of individuals.—New York World. Making Republican Votes. The Democrats in the Senate are making the very serious mistake of assuming that they can fool with the tariff as long as they like with impunity. Already the Democratic members of

the Finance Committee have spent more time in preliminary tinkering with the Wilson bill than the House took to pass It, and the delay in the future bids fair to be more intolerable than that which has already tried the patience of the country. That thia has been disastrous to trade and business is well known. That it will prove damaging to the Democratic party is more than likely. The way things are going now a vote on the biu can hardly be expected before June. It may even be the first of July before the bill becomes a law. Meanwhile public sentiment will be growing against the Democrats and votes without number will be lost to the party almost daily. Thousands and thousands of votes have already been lost in consequence of popular disgust .with the failure of the party to give the country prompt relief. It may not be too late to turn the tide, but the Democratic leaders give little promise of doing this.—Boston Herald. Senator Gorman and the Tariff. Senator Gorman of Maryland feels called upon to read a proclamation to the press of the country expressing his supreme displeasure with its course in urging the Senate to hasten the passage of the tariff bill. .He informs us that such conduct on the part of the press is an insult to the dignity of the Senate, which body ought to be left to do its business in its own way and in its own time, and will do so, despite the impertinent and unwarrantable comments of the newspapers. Mr. Gorman is suffering from a complication of delusions. One of them is that the Senators have any business which is not public business or any authority which is not delegated. The making of a tariff is not the Senators' business, but that of the country which the Senators are hired to perform, which they are bound to perform in the interest of the country, and which the people have a perfect right to watch over and criticise the Senators’ conduct in it. Another of his delusions is that the press of the country does not reflect public opinion, whereas in the long run and on great matters it clearly does so, and far more accurately, and honestly than the Senator from Maryland Still another of his delusions Is that the tariff is safely or properly to be treated with reference to the political or business investments of individual Senators or groups of Senators. He can apparently see no reason why Senators interested in ooal mines, or having friends so interested, should not block the progress of a measure the settlement of which is of the greatest importance to the business of the whole Union in order to get advantages for themselves. That is a view which makes the post of Senator much the same as that of a Rhine baron whose castle commanded the passes of trade, and who got his fortune from levying toll upon It simply because he was able to enforce the payment. It is a view which a Senator from a small State, secure in his grip on a powerful ana compact machine, can hold for a time; but it is a most unworthy view, ana one which Senators cannot generally afford to act upon. As for the dignity of the Senate, Mr. Gorman’s course, with the motive that apparently guides it, is the most offensive insult to it that could well be offered.—New York Times. Gormin'i Bluff. And so Senator Gorman thinks he has discovered an organized attempt cn the part of the press of the country to belittle and degrade the Senate of the United States. Senator Gorman is too shrewd a man to deceive himself with this sort of talk, and he ought to appreciate the fact that he cannot make the public believe it It is an insult to their intelligence.—Boston Herald. Senator Gorman will probably think twice before he presumes again to read the riot act to the press and people of the United States. He ought to reflect that it is a delicate matter for a Senator to tell the people that any manifestation of impatience or interest even on their part in regard to a matter which concerns them so nearly as the tariff is a piece of impertinence which the Senate and individual Senators like himself nave a right to resent. —Baltimore Sun. Cause and Effect. For more than thirty years the United States has maintained a high S retentive tariff. This for the last ecade, at least, has been claimed by its friends to have been for the benefit of labor. The McKinley bill was heralded as the acme of wisdom and perfection. Yet, is it not strange after so much has been done for labor that the public charitable soup house has to be resorted to in order to keep the alleged beneficiaries of the tariff tax from starvation? Isn't it a beneficent system of protection? But* soup is a thin diet. Nearly as thin as a protectionist's argument—Pomeroy (Ohio) Democrat Stirring Dp the Senators. “Senator Hill seems to have forgotten his speeches of two years ago in which he showed with great elaboration that protection was unconstitutional and undemocratic, ” says the St. Louis Post-Dispatch (Dem.). The Galveston News (Dem.) thinks that “if Democratic Senators had been bought up for campaign purposes and set to work by the Republicans, they could not possibly do more than they are now doing to help along the Republican party. ” “The only wav to get the Senate to act on the tariff bill promptly is to attack that body vigorously, says the Savannah News (Dem.). “By adopting that course the Senators maybe spurred on to greater efforts to reach a final vote on the bill, notwithstanding their assertion that they have no regard for public clamor. “The Democrats," says the Macon Telegraph (Demk), “should expect no help on a purely party question like the tariff from their opponents. They must get together or they must expect to be defeated in the Senate and their party to be defeated in the country. They cannot shirk the responsibility, which rests upon them collectively as well as individually.”

Sugar In the Senate. “Sugar’’ seems to be a big thing in politics.—Atlanta Constitution. Sweet are the uses of adyersity. In the midst of his county's troubles the United States Senator finds an opportunity to buy and sell sugar.—St Louis Post-Dispatch. The advice of the Times to its subscribers and friends is to avoid speculation in sugar trust certificates unless they have trustworthy connections in the United States Senate.—Chicago Times. Competition is gone. The sugar trust has an absolute monopoly. Today any duty on refined sugar aids the trust. It cannot establish an industry. Yet the duty is imposed. The trust gets what it wants. The duty on both raw and refined gives its vast capital an overwhelming advantage over small concerns.—Philadelphia Press. A LANDLADY was complaining that she couldn’t make both ends meet. “Well," said a boarder, "why not make one end vegetables?"

IN A DOG NURSERY.

A QUEER BUT THRIVING BUSI NESS IN CHICAGO. How Canines are Cared for While Their Owners Go Shopping* - Treatment for the 111--Baths and Manicure. Day nurseries for dogs are recent innovations. They were wholly unknown until fashion prescribed pugs and poodles for street companions and parlor ornamentation. Over a dingy basement door on Wabash avenue near Hubbard Court there is the single word "Dogs.” It is L. F. Whitman’s dog nursery. Every pleasant morning carriages drive down the avenue and stop at the door. From each an elegantly dressed lady alights with a dog in her arms. Sometimes it is dressed in the height of fashion, with a blue-and-gold blanket and bells, and sometimes it wears only a silver collar. The lady trips down the steps and deposits her pet in one of the little wire cages which occupy one side of the room. Mrs. Whitman locks it in and promises four or five times that it will be well treated. When the lady has bid the poodle an affectionate farewell she goes on downtown to do her shopping. No checks are given out, because Mrs. Whitman has such a remarkable memory for dogs’ faces that she can tell instantly if she has ever seen it before or known its owner. The wrinkles in a pug’s nose are to her as much a distinguishing feature as is the color of eyes in men or women. When the lady drives back Mrs. Whitman has Fldo all ready to bark his mistress a glad salutation and sniff in her pockets for the chocolates, which she has almost certainly ' bought for her pet. There are many women who could as well leave Fido at home, but they dislike being separated from him so long, or else they fear that he will get into a draught and catch cold, so they bring him down to the day nursery, where he is certain of good care. Big dogs are also brought to the nursery every day, many by young sporting men, and on a busy day the little room presents a lively appearance. There are big dogs, little dogs and medium-sized dogs, black dogs and yellow dogs and dogs of no particular color. They are all wellbred animals, and each one of them Insists on making it known by an exhibition of his best vocal efforts. Every one of the little wire cages occupied by the ladies’ dogs is neatly lined wltn brussels carpet and fitted up to suit the tastes of the most fastidious of the canine species. The big dogs have comfortable quarters under the window. The walls of the room are covered with pictures of famous dogs, and there is a magnificently mounted St. Bernard in one window. Dog medicines and dog foods occuy the shelves on one side, and collars, blankets and the medals of many a bygone exhibition are strewn everywhere. It is a veritable dog paradise. | Mr. Whitman is a dog physician. He does nothing but treat canine diseases, and he is well paid for it, too. Dogs are brought to him with almost every conceivable disease, and he has his little bottle of medicine for every one. He says that dogs have to be treated just like men, only a good deal better. Indigestion and grip 1 are the most prevalent troubles. A lady brought her pug to the nursery yesterday. His head lopped disconsolately to one side, and the lady's eyes were full of tears. She thought Fldo would die. Mr. Whitman was not slow in diagnosing the case. “Too much pie,” he said. The lady went away, and when she returns at the end of a week Fldo will have been dieted and tonicked until he is as gay as ever. Then there are hives, mange and all sorts of fever. Mr. Whitman lays his two fingers on the dog’s nose and looks at its eyes and tells promptly what the matter is. He says he has treated dogs for nearly every human ailment but corns. “They ought to be doctored,” he says, “ just as much as men, because they can’t tell us how they are suf- | sering. A dog knows as much as a good many men, anyway. I think they’d all be talking before now if , they wern’t afraid they’d be put to work.” The nursery is also a hair-cutting and manicuring establishment, and Mrs. Whitman has a complete dog bath house in the rear of the nursery. The ladies’ pugs don’t run around much, and their claws grow so long that they scratch themselves, and Mrs. Whitman has to trim and polish them off. It is a neat Job and requires no little skill. The poodles are clipped as regularly as a man gets bls hair cut. The dog is set up on a high stool, which serves as a barber’s chair, and his shaggy hair is trimmed away. He usually enjoys it firstrate. After the job is finished he is treated to a genuine shampoo and he comes out feeling like a new dog. Some ladies have their poodles treated to a bath every week, and it costs exactly the same as a bath for a man. Most of the dogs object seriously to being soaped and scrubbed off, and it sometimes makes a lively fracas in the bath-rooms. Mrs. Whitman sometimes gives a Turkish bath, but she says she doesn’t believe much in it. She thinks the effect is enervatOne of the commonest and most ludicrously pitiful sights at the nursery is a dog with the toothache. Usually one eye is swelled to a perpetual wink, and the little fellow howls dismally with the pain. The doctor gets out his forceps and turns dog dentist.* It is not an easy operation, but when the instrument is once firmly fastened to the tooth something comes.— [Chicago Record.

A Big Percentage of Rent.

There is a building in New York city, just erected, which rents annually for more than it cost, and it is, perhaps, the smallest business house in that city. It is No. 851-2 East Houston street, and measures five feet front, fifteen feet deep, and nine feet in height. It is occupied by a confectioner, who moved in the other day. The lot is a part of the Astor estate, and was formerly an alleyway, unoccupied, except as a dumping place for rubbish. The building coat |l5O and rents for|2oo a year.— [New Orleans Picayune