Greenfield Republican, Greenfield, Hancock County, 13 September 1894 — Page 2

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MONEY TO BURN.

BY CHAS. H. DAT.

jlhxtB journalist.

HERE was consider[able talk in the city room the first day that Clarence Holt made his appearance there and began his work on the "Daily Sensation." He made his entry accompavnied by his father, a

stockholder in the paper and the business mauager, and was introjduced to the city editor.

While they were chatting the oldtest reporter in the room, a chronic jkicker, growled: "Well, here comes another favorkte to be foisted upon the city man. (He'll be a pet. of course his old man 5s a stockholder and has got money }to burn."

Further controversy and retort was interrupted by the approach of ithe city editor, who left, his desk to introduce Clarence Holt to the members of the staff, who greeted him ^according to their various dispositions.

Young Holt returned to the editor's desk, and his father and the .business manager having gone "he •said to the latest addition to the staff of the "Sensation." "I believe you have had some little experience in writing?" "I have done no news work, but have written some stories for publication which have been published and paid for."

When he said "paid for" he put a bit of emphasis on the words. "When your father first broached the subject of your coming hei'e he igave me some samples of your work So read. Your descriptive powers are very good and you have a keen sense of humor. "Now what I most, need on my •staff is a good writer of special articles. Now, if you can produce rapidly and graphically, you can begin your career well up the ladder, al-

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hough I shall make some deadly eneon the staff by giving you the opportunity. "In the exigency of daily publication you must do rush work, but not poor work. You will not have time or opportunity for rewriting and polishing as the great lights of literature are presumed to lavish on their efforts."

Clarence Holt nodded his head, aud the editor further said: "But you have one thing to encourage you, and you can well afford to serve an apprenticeship and stand the eternal grind. It is only & mere matter of time when you will have a paper of your own, as yotir father is well fixed—has money to burn." "I've come here to learn the way and will succeed il' it is in me to, but don't you think that to start off you are overestimating my abilities? 1 •want to be taken for what I am and lor what 1 can do. Don't let my father's interest in this paper cut any figure with you." "Good! Now what I want you to do is to go to the Olympic Theater and interview one of the chorus girls. You must find one who has an interesting life history, something romantic."

II.

The comic opera of "Cupid" had proven a success and everybody he was to meet was in the best of humor. shaking hands with others— and himself. "Now it happened that the author of the libretto was a journalist and he immediately came to the new reporter's rescue with: "Just hold on a little while I run around a bit. I've had a heap of experience in this sort of thing and I

may be able to help you out." Prettv soon the author came back and said: "By jove, I've found her and she's as pretty as a peach. The stage manager knows all about her, comes of a good family, once had plenty of money—money to burn—hasn't got It notv. Father dropped dead in some way. Hang around and I will point her out to you. Why, there she is that stately looking creature. Superb!"

The stage manager brought the young lady forward and introduced her. "Miss Ethel Allen." "Mr. Holt, of.the 'Sensation.'" 4-

Miss Allen and Mr. Holt said something about "pleased to meet" and the success of the opera, and of course referred to the weather.

The stage manager put an end to the talk by calling the next scene And the rehearsal proceeded rapidly with suggestions from the author and composer. When the rehearsal was over Ethel Allen came shyly up to Clarence Holt and said: "Now, Mr. Newspaperman, I am at your mercy." "As this is about meal time and you must be hungry," he replied, "I suggest that I walk along with you to your home, if you have no objections, as you know it is a^part of •my errand to see a chorus girl at home."

The pair walked a block in awkward silence, for Clarence Holt was rather a bashful fellow, and the situation was a novel one. Ethel Allen was the first to break the ice. "Have you been a journalist loner?"

The young man laughed outright :at the question "I make ray start as a reporter todav."

The young lady laughed, too, W Before another, bloclt was gone

Ethel Allen was telling something of herself and her family, speaking mostly of her parents. "Papa was very well off, once, and in a prosperous business. By a bit of sharp practice, which I cann&t understand, a partner of his in & transaction managed to make the money and leave papa in the lurch, a broken man, just at the time that he thought of retiring. "As the saying goes, there was a great 'come-down' for the Allen family, and father had to go to clerking and begin life all over again. In all his distress he managed to educate me. I am fond of music, blessed with a voice, and here I am, a member of the chorus of 'Cupid.'" "Why, indeed, that is a romance in real life," said the reporter. "It may be a romance to you, but to me it is a reality without the ro* mance," said the girl, with a tinge of sadness in her voice.

The Allen family had already dined, and the chorus girl's father entertained the reporter in the parlor with a precise account of his financial ruin and the direct cause that led to it. Clarence Holt made copious notes, and informed the defrauded merchant: "I have got the whole transaction down to a dot. Could you favor me with the name of the, villain that wronged you?" "That would be libelous, you know, and involve your paper in litigation," "Oh, yes," exclaimed the new reporter,

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see that would never do.

The story is strong enough without the name." Clarence Holt had been invited to dine, but had declined. It was not his dining hour, but he wanted to see Miss Allen "for a few more questions."

When the girl of the chorus appeared he forgot all about the questions, but he said instead how pleased he had been to meet her and how pleased he had been to meet her father, who had "suffered such wrongs at the hands of an unprincipled scoundrel." There was fire in his ej'e as he added: "But I'll show him up in a way that will make him wince."

III.

There was an unusual demand for the "Sensation" the next morning, such an extra call that the man in the counting room at last had his curiosity so much aroused that he asked. "What makes the 'Sensation' go so this morning?" "Why, ain't you on to it?" said a purchaser. "You'll hear from it soon enough. Just read this article, 'A Chorus Girl's Romance.' Just skip the first part of it and get down to the digging up of a skeleton, an exposure of how old man Allen, the girl's father, was done out of his fortune. The whole town has got it. and there'll be the deuce to pay in your office. You hear mel"

When the business manager came in he was frothing at the mouth like a mad dog, and the language that he used was dreadful. "Send the city editor to me," he screamed, "the moment he arrives."

Angry voices were heard in the manager's private room, but the senior Holt was doing the most of the swearing.

When the city editor came, he was summoned, and he responded promptly, and appeared before the council.

Holt, senior, was the spokesman. Thrusting forth the paper, he demanded: "Who wrote this article?" "Your son," was the answer, "the best first attempt I ever saw you should be proud of it and him."

The rich Mr. Holt, the man with money to born, sank into his chair and gasped for breath after awhile he managed to stammer: "That—is—all."

A prolonged hush fell over the assembly it was an awkward spell of silence. With an effort the rich Mr. Holt spoke as if in apology: "It was a business transaction, that was all. I got the best of the bargain, nothing more. If I robbed Allen, where is the law to punish me?"

Everyone present knew how skilfully he had kept within legal bounds and out of the reach of the law.

As he stumbled out, he turned and whispered hoarsely: "For .id's sake, gentlemen, not a word of this to my son."

IV.

Clarence Holt had been told that the article was a success and thereafter he accepted many importan assignments, all of which he filled with credit to himself and the paper.

The city editor kept him busy with special stories, and when his father died and he inherited a fortune he was financially aid practically able to embark in newspaper publication on his own account.

Up to this time he had kept up his acquaintance with Ethel Allen and saw her advance step by step until she became the prima donna of the Olympic Theater. Then he asked her to retire from the stage and become an editor's wife.

Even the manager, who was at first almost inconsolable at the thought of parting with a treasure, became reconciled at the wisdom of her choice and course. "After all it is the best for both of them. Ethel Allen is a jewel with beauty and virtue, and Clarence Holt is as good as they make them besides, he's got money to burn."

A Strictly Texas Pleas antry.. Chicago Herald. A. P. Macauley, of Fort Worth, was in Greenville, Tex., a few days ago, selling to an old customer. As he relates nimself: "The strictly Texan ioke that wm

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was played upon me while I was filling that order would have caused a nervous man to have had St. Vistus' dance in five minutes. I had just closed the deal and was preparing certain promissory notes for my customer to sign. Leaning over his front counter, I showed him the form of one of the notes, terms and conditions. Just then from the doorway a pistol shot was fired and a bullet cut. its way, through the center of the note, narrowly missing my customer and burying itself in some shelving. "Of course I looked around. Two burly cowboys stood at the door, each with a drawn gun, and one oi them exclaimed: "No blanketyblank Yankee can sell goods in this town,"and with that a shot whistled over my head and another hustled past my feet. Still another went into the ceiling. My customer did not seem to be very much disturbed but smiled in a deprecatory manner on the two. I concluded th?t it was best for me to stand still, but after a volley had been shot into the wooden ceiling and another into the floor I beckoned the entire outfit out of the back door. "I found the shootists perfect gentlemen barring a slight tendency to shoot at anything and everything. They bore me no ill will—only performed their little act3 as a matter of humor. But I had those notes signed without further delay and went on my way."

Wanted.

New Orleans Picayune.

A barber to shave the face of the earth. A bed for a tick of a clock.

A timekeeper for a mill race. A sure cure for a pig's stye. A carpenter to put a roof on a water-shed.

A charter for a snow bank. Agents to handle the spice of life. Some one to spin a mountain top. A tonsorial artist to shampoo the head of a river.

A detective to unravel a grave plot. A doctor to cure a window pane.

An audience to see a horse fly. A nursemaid to rock the cradle of the deep.

A key to afire lock. A comb for a tow head. A singer who can reach the high seas.

A man to find traces of a lost harness. A lawyer to try a watch case.

A tailor to take the measure of a suit for libel. A sign language for dumb waiters.

Some use for a dog's pants. A pair of handcuffs for procrastination, "the thief of time."

A hand to go with an armi of the sea. A necklace for a neck of land.

A pump for a well spring of information. Some buttons for a coat of paint.

A commander to take charge of a courtship. A machine to thrash "wild oats."

A harness-maker to build a harness for nightmare. A thousand skippers to take charge of a head of cheese.

A taxidermist to prepare brickbats for exhibition. "Weather Hints. Harper's Young People.

Watch the sky for what are called "mares' tails."" These appearing after clear weather show the track of the wind in the sky. A rosy sunset predicts fair weather. A red sky in the morning foretells bad weather. A gray sky in the morning means fine weather. If the first streaks of light at dawn are seen above a bank of clouds, look out for wind if they are close to or on the horizon the weather will be fair. In general, soft, delicate colors in the sky, with indefinite forms of clouds, mean fair weather gaudy, unusual colors and hard-edged clouds mean rain, and probably wind.

A dark, gloomy, blue sky is windy but a bright, light blue sky indicates fine weather. Generally the softer clouds look, the less wind (but perhaps more rain) may be expected and the harder, more "greasy," rolled, tufted,or ragged, the stronger the coming wind will prove. A bright yellow sky at sunset presages wind a' pale yellow, wet orange or copper-colored, wind and rain.

These are some of the most important poipts about weather, whicl^ have been set down in the books by old and experienced sailormen. -t.

Coyotes After the Melons,

Kansas City Times.

A remarkable story of the sagacity of animals comes from Cheyenne county, Oklahoma. There has been little or no rain there this season, and all the springs have gone dry, so there is no place for the many wild animals abounding in that section to quench their thirst. The soil there is well adapted to watermelons, and hundreds of acres have been planted by the scattered settlers Since it has become so dry the farmers find that for the first time the coyotes are after the melons. When an animal comes in a watermelon patch he jumps onto a melon until he cracks it then insert his nose into it and quenches his thirst with the contents. As sooii as one discovered this he communicated the fact to the others, and our entire melon crop bids fair to be destroyed in this way. "Did your husband seem to grasp the situation during the big strike?" asked the walking delegate of Mrs

Hardhed. "He held on to his job, if that's what you mean," was Mrs Hardhed's grim response.

And tta walking delegate move nn toward more promising friends,

THE CAMPAIGN.

The Struggle Now On—Democrats Are Already Deaten.

The Probable Effect of the New Law, Indianapolis Journal."

Speculation is general as to what the effect of the passage of the new tariff bill will be. Business has been paralyzed so long and the public tension has been so great pending the agitation and uncertainty that the .country would prefer almost any settlement of the question that promised to be even tolerably permanent to continual suspense, and business would adjust itself to almost any conditions. Unfortunately, however, the new law is not offered as a finality or as an end of agitation. Chairman Wilson distinctly foreshadowed that the passage of the Senate bill was to be merely a step-, ping stone to further agitation and further legislation in the same direction. So, too, Speaker Crisp said: "While these schedules are not ail. we wish, they are, and we want the country to understand it, the best we can now get. The moment we get this we intend to move forward we do not intend there shall be any backward steps in tariff reform." The popgun bills parsed by the House for free coal, iron ore, barbed wire, and sugar, foreshadow the same policy. The fall elections may cause the Democratic leaders in the House to reconsider «his policy, but it will not do to build any hopes on Demo-: craticintelligence or responsiveness to public opinion. As now foreshadowed the Democratic policy is continued agitation and warfare on American industries.

Under these circumstances no great or general revival of business can be expected under the new law. Ex-President Harrison diagnosed the situation correctly when he said "the determination of the House to report special tariff bills will tend strongly to prevent that business improvement which may have resuited from any definite settlement of the tariff question." Nevertheless, the passage of'the law will be followed by a sense of relief and some improvement, at least in some lines of business. The adjourn merit of Congress is almost always a relief to the country, and under present conditions it will be particularly so. If the bill, as bad as it is, had been passed and Congress had adjourned four or five mouths ago, fall trade might have experienced a degree of improvement which can not be hoped for now.

One the first effects of the new law will be a sudden influx of foreign goods, which may almost glut the market. The government bonded warehouses in all the large ports of entry are full of goods of foreign manufacture, which the importers have left in bond in anticipation of lower duties. As stocks are now at a low ebb and as importers will get the benefit of the lower duties they will hasten to get their goods out of bond and put them on the market. They will be followed by large orders, which for-, eign manufacturers are ready to fill and are anxiously awaiting. Thus the first and perhaps the only benefits of the law will be reaped by importers and foreign manufacturers.! As a result of taking the large stocks of goods out of bond and of the large importations which will follow, there will be a very considerable increase in the government revenue from customs duties. As thes,* for some months past have been distressingly small an increase will be gladly welcomed by the government.

The new law will kill some industries, cripple others and put an end to all hope of an increase of wages in any. If the price of manufactured products of any kind is reduced it will be because the market will be glutted with foreign goods

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and because American nianufactui ers are trying to compete with thei foreign rivals on falling wages. An seeming revival of business whic may accompany the reaction fror long prostration can only be tcmpc rary, or, at least, can only be main tsined on a scale of wages lowe than has ever been known in this country.

The Central Fact,

Indianapolis .Journal.

It is not that there is less mone* in the country than two years agi that there are silent factories am workshops and idle and half employei men in every city. There was neve more money in the banks, and, lik the would-be wage-earners of th country, it was never so idle. It ha fared as badly as labor, because hun dreds of millions have not had a day', work since the country becarrn aware that Mr. Cleveland's part

was really intent on destroying th protective features of the tariff more than a year ago. If the monej which the people of all kinds hav put into the banks could be taken out and invested in material and wages to set the factories and workshops at work, there would be no complaint about the scarcity oi money by any except those who demand that the government shall practically give them ail the money they can spend. But what prudenl man would borrow money to set anj of the larger factories or shops iu this and other cities in Indiaua at work? Factory owners with idle plants are only too anxious to start up, but after searching the country over they can find no orders and no certainty of orders. Even if any man of the party in power, and which is responsible for this distressing situation, should have so much faith in the future wisdom of his party as to start up a large industry and take the risks of selling the product, it is very doubtful if he could find a Democratic banker who would discount his notes of fered to raise the money which is always necessary to make goods for the market, unless he should put up gilt edge collaterals. Democrats as well as Republicans, alleged freetraders as well as protectionists,dare not start the industries which give employment and put money into circulation to pay wages. Half the people have no money with which to buy, and they can have none- until the varied industries of the country give employment. When employment shall be full, the great volume of all wage money will be in circular tion. If wages are good, the channels of trade will be filled with the purchases of such wages. If wages are so low as to compete with European competitors on what Senator Mills has called the "same plane" the channels of trade will run low in the banks because the aggregate wage is not enough to fill them. Now the stream of traffic is smitten with the fierce August drought pi the Democratic Congress.

There is nothing new in these observations. On the. contrar}', they are old economic and practical axioms. Still, they may be forgotten by some who listen to the chatter of demagogues and cranks to the effect that Congress can create prosperity by printing millions of pieces of paper stamped with dollar marks and figures. They cannot: Miracles are not performed in the realm of values.

Mi*. Nurich—I see by this morning's paper there's another great slump in the corn market.

Mrs. Nurich—Good land! You'd better hurry down and buy it. We need something to fill up that empty corner iu the library.

"Don't the children in the fiat above annoy you?" Lady—No they quarrel and fight most of the time. "Do vou en jov that?"

Lady—Yes it keeps the parrot cross the way from talking.

HOW THE CONFOUNDED THING WORKED.

Democratic Orator in 18S2—Drop your ballots in ^he. slot and see betted .. prices for wheat? come out.

Mr. Multy's Story.

larper's Magazlner.

"Speakin' of stories gitfcin' start?d," remarked old Mr. Multy, as be! arranged the piles of brown wrap-' oing paper into a more comfortable! cushion on top of the nail keg, "iti loes beat all. It come mighty nigh* :*oin' hard with ol' Jim Johnsin oncej account of a story growin' a' little." "Tell us about it," said the young aew clerk, to whom most of the* orner store stories were as yet new.*. "Well, you see," began Mr. Multy,, "old Dekin Swaller come home to' iinner one day, an he happens to say to Mrs. Swaller 'I met youngl Sliinmers to-day, an' he said that he? heerd that Jim Johnsin was thinkin'. of buyin' the jjwidder Spriggins'^ place.' "Jes as soon^ as the dekin had* gone down town agiu Mrs. Swaller1 puts her shawl on an' steps across-' to Anatashy Soper's an' says. "What, do you s'pose I heered this morn in?', Jim Johnsin has bought the Widdert Spriggins' place. I wonder if he's? iroin' to take the widder along with1 the rest of the prop'tv?' 'Jes like as not,' said Anastashy.j 'an' his wife is not dead yet six months!' "Soon after Mrs. Swaller'd gouo Anastashy skipped'jover tool' Mrs. Grump3T. She had to talk loud try the ol' lady on account o' her deef-« ness, an' even then Mrs. Grumpy^ didn't ketch quite all she said an' hadto guess some. "Anatashy savs: 'Have you heerd' the news? Jim Johnsin's goin' to marry the widder Spriggins for her prop'ty-' 'How?' "'That's what they say. 1 alius heerd he thought a good deal of the widder 'fore his first wife died." 'Yes, that's so. What are they goin' to do with Jim's two children?' 'I

don't believe the widder'll

have 'em round. They'll probHy have to send 'em to the orphan asylum." 'How?' 'Orphan asylum.' An' Anastashy she happened to think she'd left three pies in the oven, an' she1 skipped back home 'fore the old lady jjould half get the thing straight: She had roomatics so bad she-couldn't git out to carry the news along, an' she was on nettles till young Mrs. Fred Gadabout come in, an' then she says, all of a tremor, 'Did you hear the news? Jim Johnsin's goin' to marry the widder Spriggins to git the farm old man Spriggins-worked so hard to pay for.' 'Goodness gracious!' 'How?' 'Goodness gracious!' 'Who did?'' 'I say, goodness gracious?' 'Yes, I guess so. And Jim's 1wo childern has gone clean crazy about it, an' they're talkin' 'bout sendin' 'em to the'sylum.' 'You don't tell me!' ^'How?' 'You don't tell me!' 'I haven't heerd, but there's been talk that Jim thought a good deal of the widder 'fore his first wife died, an' that maybe he pizened her.' 'Mcrev! He ought to be bung!' 'How?' 'Thev ought to hang him!' 'Well,' says the old lady, chueklin' to herself—'well,' says she, 'if he marries the widder Spriggins he'll wish they had.'

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Harper's Bazar.

A house in which there is no orderly routine is a very uncomfortable jjlace, no doubt, but too much order may be equally disagreeable and wearing, the nerves of the family being rasped as were those of the people who lived with R. Wilfer's wife.

People to whom order is not the means"to a desired end, but the end itself, give themselves and others a great deal of nervous trouble. A chair or a book out of place distresses them. A blur on the window pane drives them to distraction unless they can at once remove it. A meal slightly delayed beyond the appointed hour loses for them its savor.

Order is their fetich. In vain their friends beg them to be philosophical, to try elasticity as a sort of buffer against annoyances. They shake their heads wearily, and keep on fretting. And the fretting marks their foreheads and indents their lips and writes its record on their faces, while husbands and children sigh for a little cheerful happy go lucky disorder. The daughter of the over-orderly mother is often, by the law of reaction, an absurdly unsystematic personage. 5 "3

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asifffi Mr. Brortic's Works of Art, fTow York World. In Stevo Brodie's saloon hang certain vivid pictures, the originals

which were first shown in the Paris palon of 1892. One day the agent ol Comstock's societv objected to them. "They'll stav where they are, see?" paid Mr. Brodie, with much positivepess. "They were in the Paris Baton, why shouldn't they be in my palooo?"

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