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THE GREENFIELD REPUBLICAN

PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY.

VOL. 16. No. 9-Eiuered at the Postofficeaa •cond-class mail matter. W. S. MONTGOMERY,

SENATOR J. X. Dolph WHS defeated for a re-election last Saturday night in the Oregon legislature on account of his financial views, he being a single gold standard man. George W. McBride was elected. The Oregonians have taken the right coarse. Too long the U. S. Senate •has been filled with men who obeyed the behests of the bondholders and brokers of New York and London, rather than looked after the interests of their own constituents. What the people of this country want is men who are not looking after the interests of the big trusts and corporations, the bondholders and other men who are already beyond the reach of want, but men who will look after the interest of the vast mass of the voters, the laboring men who have rights.

A REPORT which has just recently been compiled by the American Economist from 39 States and territories shows the difference between manufacturing industries in 1892 and 1894 and the contrast between tariff times and free trade tendencies is indeed marked. Three hundred and twenty manufacturing industries report a less number of hands by 20,800 and other statistics as follows: Decrease in number of hands employed 30 per cent Decrease in amount of wages earned 45 per cent Decrease in output of factories, &c 44 per cent Average earnings per hand in 1S!)2 $250 Average earnings per hand in 1894 S195

There are many voters who want a chance to return to the good old times of '92.

ABOUT one hundred million bushels of potatoes are annually imported into this country. The Great Northern Railroad is holding agricultural meetings aloug the line of its road to show the farmers and its patrons the benefit and profits to be derived from raising potatoes. Mr. Terry, who lectured before our farmers' institute "last mouth, showed]} the enormous profits to be derived from raising clover and potatoes. The farmers of Hancock county could double the value of the products of their farms by raising small fruits, potatoes, onions and diversifying both their crops and stock. This is demonstrated by farmers who do diversify their crop?. Try heavy fertilizing and a few acres of potatoes this year.

WM. E. WOODRUFF, ex-State^Treasurer of Arkansas was on Saturday sentenced to one year in the penitentiary for misappropriation of funds. It is only recently that the State Treasurer of South Dakota got away with $300,000 of the State's money and State Treasurer Ramsey, of Illinois, who within a vear went out of office and soon afterward died, was just recently found to be $270,000 short in his accounts. A few years ago honest old Dick Tate who had been State Treasurer of Kentucky for many years, bobbed up with a shortage of $400,000 which he had stolen from the State. When such enormous sums are stolen from the taxpayers, it looks like the thieves would have aiders, abetters and accomplices and that several men at least should go to the penitentiary. Let the law be enforced and the great, as well as the &mall punished.

THE gold monometalists are trying to make gold the sole money standard of the world and reduce everything else, including silver to simple commodities. When one realizes the fact that all the gold in the world can be put in a room 22 feet square and that amount only gives the inhabitants of the world $2.50 per capita, it will readily be seen that the amount is not large enough to go around properly. When the fact is considered that the vast majority of the world do not have their $2.50 gold per capita but that the great balk of all the gold in the wor is owned or controlled by comparatively a few person? one can see wl a hardships it works to ,, enchance its value. Dear reader, are you one of the few that have your $2.50 and some additional? The few who control the gold are- interested in having the single gold standard adopted all over the World it will make gold more valuable and all commodities less valuable. It will enable the shylocKs to buy more sweat and blood with their gold. The vast army of humanity in the world who do not want the price of sweat and blood to be cheap, do not favor a single gold standard. Men who produce the commoditl- 'ife on the farm, in the workshop, at the forge, in the mines and in all walks of life do not want the single gold standard. The only men who want the single gold jrtfcnrlard are those who want to bay sweat *^blood cheap.

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DEMOCRATIC newspapers claimed that Philadelphia Republicans showed great apathy concerning the recent city electi on. The Republicans confess it also. They only gave Chas. H. Warwick for mayor, about 61,000 majority or about double the usual number. Had the Republicans shown the zeal they usually display, a majority of about 100,000 could have been rolled up, for few people care to vote with the Democrats when they think of the hard times they have brought on the country by their tariff tinkering and financial policy. Jivst think of Cleveland and Carlisle making a straight gist in the recent bond sale to the Belmont, Morgan syndicate representng the Rot'ichilcis of $8,418. 5*.

By A. COHAN DOYLE.

Thus day followed day, and as sure as morning came he found that his unseen enemies had kept their register and had marked up in some conspicuous position how many days were still left to him out of the month of grace. Sometimes the fatal numbers appeared upon the walls, sometimes upon the floors occasionally they were on small placards stuck upon the garden gate or the railinga With all his vigilance John Ferrier could not discover whence these daily warnings proceeded. A horror "Which was almost superstitious came upon him at the sight of them. He became haggard and restless, and his eyes had the troubled look of some haunted creature. He had but one hope in life now, and that was for the arrival of the young hunter from Nevada.

Twenty had changed Ho 15, and 15 to 10, but there was no news of the absentee. One by one the numbers dwindled, and still there came no sign of him. Whenever a horseman clattered down the road or a driver shouted at his team, the old farmer hurried to the gate, thinking that help had arrived at last At last, when he saw 5 give way to 4, and that again to 3, he lost heart and abandoned all hope of escape. Single handed, and with his limited knowledge of the mountains which surrounded the settlement, he knew that he was powerless. The more frequented roads were strictly watched and guarded, and none could pass along them without an order from the council. Turn which way he would, there appeared to be no avoiding the blow which hung over him.

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his resolution to part with life itself before he consented to what he regarded as his daughter's dishonor.

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He was sitting alone one evening pondering deeply over his troubles and searching vainly for some way out of them. That morning had shown the figure 2 upon the wall of his house, and the next day would be the last of the allotted time. What was to happen then? All manner of vague and terrible fancies filled his imagination. And his daughter—what was to become of her after he was gone? Was there no escape from the invisible network which was drawn all round them? He sank his head upon the table and sobbed at the thought of his own impotence.

What was that? In the silence he heard a gentle scratching sound—low, but very distinct, in the quiet of the night. It came from the door of the housa Ferrier crept into the hall and listened intently. There was a pause for a few moments, and then the low, insidious sound was repeated. Some one was evidently tapping very gently upon one of tne panels of the door. Was it some midnight assassin who had come to carry out the murderous order of the secret tribunal? Or was it some agent who was marking up that the last day of grace had arrived? John Ferrier felt that instant death would be better than the suspense which took his nerves and chilled his heart. Springing forward, he drew the bolt and threw the door open.

Outside all was calm and quiet. The night was fine, and the stars were twinkling brightly overhead. The little front garden lay before the farmer's eyes, bounded by the fence and gate, but neither there nor on the road was any human being to be seen. With a sigh of relief Ferrier looked to right and to left, until happening to glance straight down at his own feet he saw to his astonishment a man lying flat upon his face upon the ground, with arms and legs all a-sprawl.

So unnerved was he at the sight that he leaned up against the wall with his hand to his thorat to stifle his inclination to call out. His first thought was that the prostrate figure was that of some wounded or dying man, but as he watched it he saw it writhe along the ground and into the hall with the rapidity and noiselessness of a serpent. Onoe within the house the man sprang to his feet, closed the door and revealed to the astonished farmer the fierce face and resolute expression of Jefferson Hope. "Good God!" gaspgd

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"How you scared mei wnatever made yon come in like that?" 'Give me food4'' the other said hoarse? ly "I have had no time for bite or sup for eight and forty hours." He flung himself upon the cold meat and bread which were still lying upon the table from his host's supper and devoured it voraciously. *1'Does Luoy bear up well?'' he asked when he had satisfied his hunger. "Yea She does not know the danger, her father answered. "That is well The house is watched on every side. That is why 1 crawled my way up to it. They may be darned sharp, but they're not quite sharp enough to catch a Washoe hunter."

John Ferrier felt a different man now that be realized that he had a devoted ally. He seined the young man's leathery hand and wrung it cordially. "You're a man to be proud ot," he said. "Therw are not many who would coroe to share our danger and onr troubles. "You've hit it there, pard," the young hunter answered. "I have a respect for Ton, but if you wert alone in this business I'd thihk twice before 1 put my hcAd ibto sudh & hitfiiit'i jwst It's Lacy that brings me here, auki before harm «omes on her 1 gudas there will be one less o' the Hope family in Utah." "What are we to do?" "Tomorrow is your last day, and unless you a6t tonight you are lost I have a mule and two horses waiting in the Eagle ravine. How muoh money have you?" "Two thousand dollars in gold and five in notes." "That will da I have as much more to add to it. We must push for Carsdn Citi through She mountains. You had

Done w»«s.e unuy. IC is as weu in at tne servants do not sleep Ih the house." While Ferrier was absent preparing

his daughter for the approaching journey Jefferson Hope packed all the eatables that he could find into a small parcel and filled a stoneware jar with water, for he knew by experience that the mountain wells were few and far between. He bad hardly completed his arrangements before the farmer returned, with his daughter all dressed and ready for a start. The greeting between the lovers was warm, but brief, for minutes were precious, and there was much to be clone. "We must make our start at once," eaid Jefferson Hope, speaking in a low but resolute voice, like one who realizes the greatness of the peril, but has steeled his heart to meet it. "-The front and back entrances are watched, but with caution we may get away through the side window and across the fields. Once on the road we are only two miles from the ravine where the horses are waiting. By daybreak we should be half way through the mountains." "What if we are stopped?" asked Ferrier.

Hope slapped the revolver butt which protruded from the front of his tunic. "If they are too many for us, wo shall take two or three of them with us," he said, with a sinister smile.

The lights inside the house had all been extinguished, and from the darkened window Ferrier peered over the fields which had been his own, and which lie was now about to abandon forever. He had long nerved himself to the sacrifice, however, and the thought of the honor and happiness of his daughter outweighed any regret at his ruined fortunes. All looked so peaceful and happy—the rustling trees and the broad, silent stretch of grain land—that it was difficult to realize that the spirit of murder lurked through it all. Yet the white face and set expression of the young hunter showed that in his approach to the house he had seen enough to satisfy him upon that head.

Ferrier carried the bag of gold and notes. Jefferson Hope had the scanty provisions and water, while Lucy had a small bundle containing a few of her more valued possessions. Opening the window very slowly and carefully, they waited until a dark cloud had somewhat obscured the night, and then one by one passed through into the little garden. With bated breath and crouching figures they stumbled across it and gained the shelter of the hedge, which they skirted until they came to the gap which opened into the cornfield. They had just reached this point when they young man seized his two companions and dragged them down into the shadow, where they lay silent and trembling.

It was as well that his prairie training had given Jefferson Hope the ears of a lynx. Be and his friends had hardly crouched down before the melancholy hooting of a mountain owl was heard within a few yards of them, which was immediately answered by another hoot at a small distance. At the same moment a vague shadowy figure emerged from the gap for which they had been making and uttered the plaintive signal cry again, on which a second man appeared out of the obscurity. "Tomorrow at midnight," paid tho first, who appeared to be in authority, "when the whippoorwill calls three times.'' "It is woll," returned the other. "Shall I toil Brother Drabber?" "Pass it on to him and from him to the others. Nine to seven. "Seven to five," repeated tho other, and the two figures flitted away in different directions. Their concluding words had evidently been some form of sign and countersign. The instant that their footsteps had died away in the distance Jefferson Hope sprang to his feet, and helping his companions through tho gap led the way across the fields at full speed, supporting and half carrying the girl when her strength appeared to fail her. "Hurry on, hurry on," he gasped from time to time "We are through the line of sentinels. Everything depends on speed. Hurry on.

Once on the high road, they made rapid progress. Only once did they meet any one, and then they managed to slip info afield and so avoid recognition^ Before reaching the town the hunter branched away into a rugged and narrow footpath which led into the mountains. Two dark, jagged peaks loomed above them through the darkness, and the defile which led between them was the Eagle canyon, in which the horses were awaiting them. With unerring instinct Jefferson Hope picked his way among the great bowlders and along the bed of a dried up water course until he came to the retired corner, screened with rocks, where the faithful animals had been picketed. The girl was placed upon the mule, and old Ferrier upon one of the horses, with his money bag, while Jefferson Hope ftd the other along the precipitous and dangerous paths.

It was a bewildering route for any one who was not accustomed to face nature in her wildest moods. On the one side a great crag towered up 1,000 feet or more,'black, stern and menacing, with long basaltic- -columns upcta his rugged surface like the ribs.of some petrified monster. On the other hfcnd a wild chaob of bowlders and debris made all advance impossible. Between the two and the irregular track, so narrow in places that they had to travel in Indian file and so rough that only practiced- riders dould have traversed It at all. Yet in spite of all dangers and difficulties the hearts of the fugitives were light within them, for every step increased the distance between them and the terrible despotism from which they were flying, by

They soon hadla'p^oof, ho^ev&f, that they were still within the jurisdiction of the saints. They had reached the very wildest and

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desolate portion

of the pass when the girl gave a startled cry and pointed upward. On a rook which overlooked the track, showing out dark and plain against the sky,

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there stood a solitary sentinel. Me saw them as soon as they perceived him, and his military challenge of "Who

goes there?" rang through the silent ravine. "Travelers for Nevada," said Jefferson Hope, with his hand upon the rifle which hung by his saddle.

They could see the lonely watcher fingering his gun and peering down at them as if dissatisfied at their reply. "By whoso permission?" he asked. "The holy four, answered Ferrier. His Mormon experiences had taught him that that was the highest authority to which he could refer. "Nine from seven," cried the sentinel. "Seven from five," returned Jefferson Hope promptly, remembering the countersign which he had heard in the garden. "Pass, and the Lord go with you," said the voiGe from above. Beyond this post the path broadened out, and the horses were able to break into a trot. Looking back, they could see the solitary watcher leaning upon his gun and knew that they had passed the outlying post of the chosen people, and that freedom lay before them.

CHAPTER V.

All night their course lay through intricate defiles and over irregular and rock strewn paths. More than once they lost their way, but Hope's intimate knowledge of the mountains enabled them to regain the track once more. When morning broke, a scene of marvelous though savage beauty, lay before them. In every direction the great snow capped peaks hemmed them in, peeping over each other's shoulders to the far horizon. So steep were the rocky banks on either side of them that the larch and the pine seemed to be suspended over their heads and to need only a gust of wind to come hurling down upon them. Nor was the fear entirely an illusion, for the barren valley was thickly strewn with trees and bowlders which had fallen in a similar manner. Even as they passed a great rock came thundering down, with a hoarse rattle which woke the echoes in the silent gorges and startled the weary horses into a gallop.

As the sun rose slowly above the eastern horizon the caps of the great mountains lit up one after the other like lamps at a festival until they were all ruddy and glowing. The magnificent spectacle cheered tho hearts of tho three fugitives and gave them fresh energy. At a wild torrent which swept out of a ravine they called a halt and watered their horses, whilo they partook of a hasty breakfast. Lucy, and her father would fain have rested longer, but Jefferson Hope was inexorable. "They will be upon our track by this time," ho said. "Everything depends upon our speed. Once sai'o in Carson, wo may rest for the remainder of our lives.

During the whole of that day they struggled on through the defiles, and by evening they calculated that they were more than 30 mile3 from their enemies. At nighttime they chose the baso of a beetling crag where the rocks offered some protection from the chill wind, and there, huddled together for warmth, they enjoyed a few hours' sleep. Before daybreak, however, they wero up and on their way once more. They had seen no signs of any pursuers, and Jefferson Hope began to think they were fairly out of the reach of the terrible organization whose enmity they had incurred. He little knew how far that iron grasp could reach, or bow soon it was to close upon them and crush them.

About the middle of the second day of their flight their scanty store of provisions began to run out. This gave the hunter little uneasiness, however, for there was game to be had among the mountains, and he had frequently before had to depend upon his rifle for the needs of life. Choosing a sheltered nook, he piled together a few dry branches and made a blazing fire at which his companions might warm themselves, for they were now nearly 5,000 feet above the sea level and the air was bitter and keen. Having tethered the horses and bade Lucy adieu, he threw his gun over his shoulder and set out in search of whatever chance might throw io_ his way. Looking bac}^ hs.sa\s the old man'and tTie young girl crouching over the blazing fire, while the three animals stood motionless in the background. Then the intervening rocks hid them from his view.

He walked for a couple of miles through one ravine after another without suooees, though from the marks upon the bark of the trees and other indications be judged that there were numerous bears in the vicinity. At last after two or three hours' fruitless search, he was thinking of turning back in despair when, easting his eyes upward, he saw a sight which sent a thrill of pleasure through his heart. On the edge of a jutting pinnacle 800 or 400 feet above him there stood a creature somewhat resembling a sheep in appearanoe, but armed with a pair of gigantic horns. The bighorn—for so it is called—Was acting probably as a guardian over a flock whioh were invisible to the hunter, but fortunately it was heading in the opposite direction and had not perceived him. Lying on his back, he rested his-rifle upon a rook and took a' long and steady aim before drawing the trigger. The animal sprang into the air. tottered for a moment upon the" edge of the precipioe and then came orashing down into the valley bene§£h. [TO BE CONTINUED.]

THE DRAMA.

James O'Neill, the tragedian and romantic star, was born in Ireland Nov. 15, 1849.

Delia Fox will begin her second starring tour in a nfew comic opera at Palmer's theater, Now York, on Sept. 2.

Mary Hampton has made such a success in "Sowingrtho Wind" that Charles Frohman will send her on tour next season In the same piece.

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AN ATHLETIC CEAZE.

THE FINEST GYMNASIUM OF ANY

CLUB IN THE WORLD.

A Remarkable Statement by a Physical Culture Instructor—The Art of Learning to Laugh—Easy Way of Making Sandows and Samsons.

[Special Correspondence.]

NEW YORK, Feb. 18.—"Give me a man Who has been bedridden for 20 years. Only lub him be able to walk, and if ho has no disease I'll mr ke a strong man out of him."

That is what Professor Sam Gordon, gymnasium instructor in the New Manhattan Athletic club in this city, said to me yesterday, and I believe him.

The athletic fad is one of tho queerest of all the fi ds which periodically attack and convulse this metropolis. The opening of the New Manhattan has given a remarkable impetus to the most rational form of exercise. It gives an opportunity for acquiring strength which never before has been afforded to a great number of men. Heretofore the would be athlete has been forced tu join ono of tiio old line athletic clubs or go to a gymnasium. One plan has always been very expensive, and the other, for obvious reasons, has ne%-er been popular It is the first large proprietary club ever organized in this country on tho English lines, and it has bocome wonderfully popular. It now has more than 6,000 members, and the list contains some of the best known names in social and business circles in New York. Its out of town membership comprises wealthy gentlemen in almost every large city in the central and New England states.

In the Gymnasium.

The chief f?ature of the New Manhattan is the gymnasium, and the chief feature of the gymnasium is Professor Gordon. The "gym" is the finest and best equipped of that belonging to any club in tho world. Tho professor is a short man, with square jaws and cloar blue eyes. On the street he looks like a bank clerk in a tremendous Lurry to get somewhere. His shoulders are set back, and his step is as springy as if he had rubber heels on his boots. It is only when he has stripped for work in his little office and steps out into the gymnasium that you can form a correct idea of the champion Btrong man for his weight in the world. From his waist up to his ears the muscles stand out

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all over him in pink and red ridges, some spreading out like ribs and others rising in unexpected places in great bunches. To tho youn? art student whose researches in anatomy havo beon gained from manikins the professor's arm, with its muscles sot, would bo a bewildering and awe inspiring puzzle.

The gymnasium opens at S a. m., and on certain mornings of the week tho junior members of the club, sons of older members, come in for instruction and are taught more in a week than they get in their schools in a quarter.

It is a sight not soon to he forgotten, these men of the narrow, cobblestoned streets of busy down town at play in this up town club. It is such serious play to most of them. It is estimated that it takes an ordinarily light hearted man three weeks to learn to laugh in a natural manner in hi6 gymnasium clothes. If there were pier glass mirrors on the walls so that a man could see how ho really looks instead of only imagining, it would probably take tl -ee months. If gymnasium suits were wearable at public balls, there would be no need of masks at these merry functions. A pair of worsted knickerbockers and a sweater disguise most men beyond recognition except by the man who rubs them down after their Turkish baths. He is accustomed to the remarkable metamorphosis that this change in costume makes in men.

A bank president, a doctor, a lawyer, a broker, three fat young men with very jolly faces and very rich fathers and the thinnest man I ever saw outsido of a museum were going through the Gordon free movement yesterday afternoon. I saw them all afterward at dinner and in the billiard room, und I shouldn't have known one of them if they bad not been pointed out to me. Professor Gordon relies chiefly on this free movement In making men strong. It is on this that ho bases his assertion which heads this narrativo. It is a plausible theory because it is so simple.

It requires no apparatus except a small pair of dumbbells and can be practiced as well in a bedroom as in a gymnasium.

Good Health For All.

This Is the way he taught it: He drew his class up in a line and faced them. Then, taking the bells In his hands, he twisted bis wrists, with the arms outstretched, and the muscles around his upper arms and shoulders moved up and down, in and out, like separate pieces of mechanism. Then bo stretchod over right and loft, backward and forward, throw his arms lb and thrust them out, held them up and poked them down. Then be worked bis logs in a similar manner until he was thoroughly limbered up. After this ho lay down on a mattress and stretched a long, satisfactory, 7 a. m. in bed stietoh. This was subsequently added to by a score of different kinds of stretches, and tho lesson,was over. It was precisely what every healthy lad in his teens does when he wakes up in the morning, only It was reduced uo a system, with a certain ntimber of stretches in each direction, and it brought into play every muscle in the body. When the class had finished, the men went to their dressing rooms or took the elevator to the baths and big pool on the ground floor.

This pool, by the way, is the largest in the country. It is 100 feet long and 23 feet wide and gives a man all tho hatatorial exercise that ho requires. General Thomas L. James, once postmaster genferal, and William Allen Butler, the fa­

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mous lawyer, never let a week go by without enjoying it. One of the best photographs ever taken of this pool shows among other figures the head of the ex-P. M. G. bobbing up like a small round cork on the surface of the water several feet back of Sandy Conolly, the swimming master.

After a man lias been put through the free movement in the "gym" for three or four weeks he is put on the machines, and then his fun begins. These machines give him a chance to do things with his newly acquired strength and nimbleness. They let him show off what he has learned, and from until 6 in the afternoon the gallery of the gymnasium is thronged with conservative members of sedentary habits, who watch the youngsters and relato stirring incidents of their younger days when they could "skin the cat" like winking and could turn double somersaults backward without half trying. But they never go on the lloor and illustrate their stories.

Still it is a very delightful, very rational and aitogotlicr healthy hour or two that tho members speild on the floor making Sandows and Gordons of themselves, and if you happen to havo a recently bedridden friend who wants to become a veritable Samson I havo suggested away to gratify him. BKXJAMIN NOETHKOP.

If I had never been in New York, I would havo thought that that town was a sort of slow, up tho Hudson villago where everything was out of gear and several hundred "ears behind tho times—that is, I would have thought this if I were guided by what tho Chicagoans here say about it. According to their terso way of putting it, New York isn't in it at all with Chicago. They have higher buildings and can ki.l more pigs in a day than the whole of New York's population could think of in a year. And thus it goes. They even laugh at the idea of its being a rival of their town.

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A STUDY OF CHICAGO.

Close Observations of the Most Remarkable City on Earth. [Special Correspondence.]

CHICAGO, Feb. llJ.—All great towns of the world havo an individuality peculiar to themselves which either attracts or repels or is neutral, as the case may be. At least this is

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There is one thing, however, that this town possesses above all others, and that thing is soot. It is here, there and everywhere. If you put a clean collar on in the morning and wear it through the day, you will find it to be almost black when night comes I asked a Chicagoan the reason of this, and for answer he gave me a reproachful look. We had been arguing about the merits of Chicago and demerits of New York, and ho seemed to consider this an unfair question. When I added that it was a pity perfection should have so dark a blemish, he told mo that ho didn't see tho use of bringing sarcasm into an argument. Ho was offendod. I bad touched a tender spot.

To bo serious, however, one must admit that Chicago is indeed a great town. Tremendousness is tho dominant note of its personality. Powor, power is everywhere. It is shown in tho monstrous buildings, the imirts, the mighty granaries and storehouses and in the long, wide streets along which people crowd and crush and pass and repass. A great boom and roar is all around you. It seems to come up from the earth, to fall from above. You aro seized with awe, for you are facing an ever growing thing incalculably virile and mighty, a thing of a myriad possibilities. It is as a Titan Hercules with hundred hands of a Briareus. And the roar and boom swells up as you listen and dazes you. Before you lies tho problem, at once terrible and grand, of the groat modern city. Where will it lend to? What shall be its outcome? you ask. There is no one to answer you—no one so koon or subtle or piercing enough of vision to solvo the problem. Tho unraveling of it belongs to itself. It is even as a vast genii escaping from a magic bottle. The onlooker is unable to analyse. He has no time for aught save wonderment at this increasing, escaping thing.

The men I see hero are keener of feature and more set of faco than the men of any other great town I have boon in. They are filled with that terrible energy which springs from a lust for acquisition. They ate intent upon oonquering and acquiring. Conquering and acquiring what? 1 might say that they were intent only upon the getting and acquiring of gold, but If I said1 this I would be making the mistake of the shallow, superficial scribbler who abuses this town because be thought It easier and smartor to abuse than to try to understand. No, it is not gold that these people are really rushing after. To them the yellow metal is but tho oounter which marks tho extent of tho possession of, something which is to gold even as broad is to a stone. This something is the solving of that problem of problems—how best to live. Mind you, I do not mean to say that the people here say or even know that tho latter is really what they are after, but it is nevertheless. They may

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at. It is very much like meeting a man. You either like him or don't like him, or you doirt care a rap for him. If you are of a philosophic turn, however, you will be apt to study him, whether ho calls out any feeling in you or not. And so it is with towns. A man of the aforesaid turn will study them, whether he is charmed or disenchanted with them, just for tho delight of studying. This is my case. I'm studying Chicago. It is a big job, but I'm hammering away at it just for fun. I may know loss about it after I am through than I did before I began, but a little thing liko that never phases a scribbler in the giving forth of his know all report. The less he knows about more things concerning a place tho surer is he of his general analysis of it. For example, the subtle, knowledgeable Kipling passed quickly through this town one day, dreamed about it tho next night and knew more about it tho following day than any police captain in it.

Whether I like Chicago or not is a thing I cannot tell even for myself. I only know that I am stunned by it. It is so big and everything is so much on tho rush. Compared with it New Y"ork is almost Philadclphian in the ease of its gait and manner. Everything is noise and bustle and wide streets along which people rush and tear as fast as they can. They look as if they wouldn't stop even if old Captain Death came up to arrest them. They have one god, which is Chicago, and this god is his own prophet. This must be the greatest town in the world, because everybody in it says it is. I am impelled to make this statement in good faith by the remembrance of some proverb or another which I believe says that the world values men and their possessions according to the estimate which the men themselves put upon tliem.

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