Jasper Weekly Courier, Volume 31, Number 40, Jasper, Dubois County, 21 June 1889 — Page 3

WEEKLYCOUEIEll.

-JASPKK.

INDIANA.!

MISTRESS GRUNDY'S CALL. Vwt , Kala, IMw trea that atery Yeu urly mistake. It eoulU t be 1 t r m m MWlW'bwwa, I MM't eves hurt The rU e( yowler jhw little Hyl

Oflly Mt Sunday our minister smm: We ahaula unto others-" yu kew the rst. Tftlk'nx 'bout neighbors U wfeknd, I think, Awl etirrlag up strife cae never U beat. HNt hw tha quarrel begH t our ehuroof Over the salaryt We got by the ears. gauie y be preaehes for money, not love " Hut Kebri must liver" Well, s it appears. Bo unit hi wife, in the vary last stykt A lovtly new stlk-an elegant taatl "iiMiii given to hf" I'm Kll C lueK. I novor have suob, I'm certain of that! Ob, dM yes hear that young Binerse Janes Last week run away with Rotelnsan'e wife! She atiU i at hoe, uot a word I it true? 1 neve, was so surprised In wy M J It's really a shame, the way that Halle nlrts. A married man, tool D ye think hit wife kaowst ... . . . .....

Belle's sister, i sher uau ' l'or my pari, 1 ie beyeail say own neas. Kit, have you heard Mrs. Dudley rsolte? I tnliik Her pleees aro perfectly flat, ,A wflman, I'm sure, should stay In her home. Has threo little cklldrear 1 didn't know tliat. Tve heard she's "strong-minded." I'm sure I oan't tell. She ouglitto be looking for auitable work. ,MGil gave liar that talent?" To use, net abuse. ' ' And envy will llcJM I'm sura she's a shirk. At Walraven'a party you noticed Miss Hill? She's so iraui of her style and her graee and her beauty. "Handsome Is as one does" what I was taught. , I drees very plain I think It is my duty! Xeal diamonds? ' D'ye think I'd wear paste? John fretted and fumed, and called them "too dear" "Would sure break him up." But that Is a

joke Men always are poor this time o the yearl Evelyn Maybe has gone on the stage "No? A singer?" And so la oureatl Sueh a voice! Kaough to drive oae Insane; I'm sure, we might call It " sharp and a Bat!" Changeable, am I, and sure I've forgotten How warmly I praised her only last year? My dear, you mistake. It could not be L I never repeat any thing thut I heart I really must go. I've stayed for an age. I think I'll attend the "Dorens" to-night. I fel it my duty to give to the poor. There goes Mrs. lily. If she Isa't the fright. Good-bye. Katie, dear! 1u really don't tbtnk That I had a hand In spreading that He? I nvver repeat any stories I hear. Whoever has talked, It's surely not I. Margaret S.' Sibley, In YanKee Blade. ' BPiAU-WYLLEEN.

An

fncanny Mansion and Its Ghotly Visitant.

"It lies within the shadows of an eternal tempest;" this was the thought , that occurred to me, as, alighting from my horse, I tied him carefully to the old worm-eaten hitching post near ln giving him a gentle pat as I left him, his great intelligent eyes following me with seemingly unusual interest and that low, coaxing whinny (which meant so much to us both) trembling on the evening air. We wero ling, loving friends, ray steed and I. "Bo patient, old fellow," I eaid. Thim. lifting the heavy eat, which

hung by one broken hinge to the post, I placed it one side. The sun in one conglomerate mass of beauty was sinking behind the fardistant hills, and far and near the glinting yellow sheen lay over the waving tree tops and grass-bound valleys in aa untold amber splendor. Off ponder white roads wound away among tho hills and dales, tolling of human life beyond thorn, but not hore, save for my own presence, and ah! shall I pass hftn by, "Black Dick," who was something more than human many times, and but little less at any" time. Purple and roseate clouds followed the sinking sun, and, ovor all, save this one spot, seemed bathed is a flush of joy. Storm citrsod! Just hore in tho presenco of surrounding calm and evening bounty the great trees of "Brau-Wvlleen" writhed and tossed

tholrglnnt brunches in the air, whore above them lay a heavy cloud, dark and forbidding. A something darker than the oncoming twilight brooded in tho air, and. as 1 walked up tho neglected path, so ovorgrown with weeds, one stumbled as he walked, I felt the chill of desolation, heart - hunger and death through the moan of the winds as thoy swept through the walls and halls of the somber building before -810. A largo, low, long, quaint structure made of dark-colored stone, with' many windows of all shapes and sizes, aomo placed just under the , oavos, othurs midway and not a fow close to the ground. ' A flight of stone steps led to a huge door In tho center. Tho roof was moss grown and broken, and over all twined vinos In a wild, neglected, plcturosquo beauty. A huge garden or lawn lay In front of tho house, which, when well kept and trimmed, mus't have been very lovely Indeed, but now overgrown with weeds mid bushes, together with the trees and vinos, made It a dense wilderness of neglect and decay. Struggling through the interfacing of tangled boughs and loaves, I

sought to walk around the old home

stead. The old homestead! Wai it

ever possible? Suddenly, without warning, 1 reached the brow of a bill. Tho back part of the house rolled upon U, and

before me lay a long flight of step

leading to the river.

Net a laurhlMff river, winding Its

wav u Use sea with rhwle and

but H dark, sullen, muddy stream, moving sluggishly along, as though clogged with revenge and bitter memories. But hark! further oa I hear a Uukling murmur, hut here the stream lies in the grewsome shadow of BnuiWvlleea. No wonder! 'See Naples," 1. &, Bra-Wylleen, "and die," so the good people of Weir Heights told me, as. sojourning in the little Southern oity for sweet health's sake. I innulred iU points ef interest

They were few and far between, and Brau-Wylleon, isolated, desolate,

....lm.tulnad and deserted, lay ton

miles distant: had i known this

would hardly have mounted "Black

Dick" a!To late aa hour. Tho spirit

of adventure was strong upon me,

however, and even as the wight fell

heavily about me I had no thought of returning until after going through

the ole house.

With a shiver of distrust I turned

from the stagnant noisome stream,

and. ffronlng my way back, went half

way down the wood-grown path to see if "Black Dick" was all right I caught tho gleam of his bright eyes, and, hearing me, again he whinnied ooaxlngly. This resolved me to bring him into tho yard and tie him close to the house. How glad he was, the noble bruto, to foel my caressing hands, and when I led him to the foot of the atone stops he would have mounted them and followed me as a pet kitten would had 1 not kindly but firmly told him "no." I always talked to "Dick" just as 1 would to you or any other dear friend, for I know he always

understood.

Dear follow, how wistfully he looked after mo as I run up the dark steps, covered here and there with still darker stains so suggestive ugh! "The key you will find in a niche in tho wall near the door." This I was also told at Weir Heights. Groping among tangled vines and loaves, though It was midsummer, the wall felt Icy to my touch, and so clammy. I found- It "at length, the great hideous, rusty thing, feeling in the darkness (for 1 could not see It) like an Instrument of torture. With groat difficulty I found the

key-hole, and thou it scorned lull of rifbblsh. which felt like papor and

leaves. At llrst the rusty lock would not yield, 'but linally the great door croaked on its worn hinges and swung inward noisily. 4 There was fluttering and scurrying across the floor and from the walls about me, and a damp, musty odor greeted my nostrils. It was well for me that my hostess Insisted on my taking my small traveling suchel. which I now held in my hand, for in Its different compartments were things neodful in an emergency. A small night lamp, mntahes. a small flask of liquor, a

guide book, a needle case, thread, scissors and a thimble, and a good lunch. Thankfully 1 p essod the clasp, opened the sachel and found a match. As I struck it the groat door swung

heavily to with a sharp bang, liie lock clicked, but I thought nothing of it then. I heard a snort of surprise from "Dick," and then I hurriedly lit my lamp and held It above my head. What a vast, grand old room! -Bare old tapestries hung from the walls, festooned in their moldy draperies with cobwebs and dust Here and there paintings in massive gilded, tarnished frames hung upon, the walls, with dust and mold so thick upon the faces

thereon none might tell the features.' The floor was of tejjsellated marble, whose beautiful mosaic was nearly hidden by the ravages of time and dust Huge pieces of furniture were placed In admirable confusion about tho room, and velvet rugs of a now indistinct pattern covered the floor in front of each chair or couch. Tho windows were ourtnlnless, but solid wooden shutters, iron-bound, kept out all prying eyes. Placing my lamp (which gave but little light in these huge dimensions) upon the tall

lacquered mantel-piece. Hooked at my watch. Seven o'clock. I had no thought of fear, but a feeling of awo crept over mo as tho moldy tapestries

waved to and fro, without a rustle, probably front a broken spot in the

masonry of tho great walls, where, too, a pitoous moaning of the wind kept crying.

Calmly, amidst the dead and gone

Brau-Wylleons" looking down upon

me, able, no uouoi, to see inrougu dust-covered eyes, I sat down on one of tlie massive chairs and ato my lunch,

for I was desperately hungry. Though not lacking in ideality or romance, it was an excellent time to bo practical! and to appease an appetite was a good strongthener of the norvos. Yon see, I was just the least afraid I should be afraid. My ropast over, I took my lamp once more in my hand, and as 1 did so a croaking board somewhere made me start, and thon I thought I heard footstops. Trembling slightly, and the leRst indignant without knowing why, I hastily crossed tho wide room and entered a garret hall. Undecided, I stood for an instant listening. This room was mostly bare, Rnd so full of dark shadows I quickly left it Turning to go out, I found tho door would hot open. Again and again I

tried it, but In vain. Suddenly again

I hettrd "Dick" snort, then champ Ills blta and paw the ground, and step. He, too, evidently heard or taw-sdmo-thingto frighten or annoy. I must get hack to him but 'how. . A winding Haircaso next met my eye, and, trying to W brave, I began

I atoondlng the step. Again tht sound

ef foefetojM. How foolieh mi nrr-

im I was heeoming. Keaohlng the too, a long, narrow corridor opened

before me, and aa I advanced another door near suddenly closed.

But on I went peering Into rooms

and halls, quaint closets and cupboards, with a nrm determination to do or die. 1 felt my courage rise and

began to reason with myself. It wan the wind, and tho rata, and baU, and goratohlng of boughs and leavee

against the window-shutters and roof whence came the noise which my nerves had eonjurod up into whinnerIng voioos and footsteps. Unaccustomed to the unusual exertion of riding so far and tramping about, I grew very weary. Couehes stood almost everywhere, he if the form or inmates ef the old

house were only too fond of leisure and

mclininfir.' With mv handkerchief f

brushed the cobwebs and dust from

nne that had once been a thing of

beauty, in its rich crlmHon satin cov

orln and heavy sfolden cords and

tasols, now o soiled and tarnished.

Gratefully I sank down upon it after placing a shawl over It, albeit the green mold and Us odor were very

suggestive of a tomb.

Somehow amid all this gloom and

desolation I grow singularly calm,

when raising my oyos 1 met two dark, beautiful, toar-fillod eyes gaxtng full

Into mine from an opening in the floor

overhead.

I did not start or cry aloud, and as If

imnolled bv an unseen force, I raised

my hand and beckoned to the form. It quickly vanished, and soon after

a slight girlish figure, with long light hnlr all unbound, with a darkly beautiful face and graceful form clad In lustorloss black silk, made in the fashion of our groat grandmothers, stood beside me. I sat up and took the small white hand she extended towards me into my own and chafed it, for It felt cold. Clearing my voice, I asked: "What is it and who are you?"

Tha sHs-ht form ot the elrl, for she

was scarcely more than that, shlvorod,

and her dark eyos sought the corner

of the gloomy room with furtive ap

prehension. "Do not fear," I said, bravely,

"Nothing shall harm you," and yet I,

too. was flunking with a startled,

nervous tromor sadly akin to fear. Apparently reassured, she gave

deep sigh, as though of relief, dropped on her knees at my feet

Sn. no!" I said, "not there; sit

here bv mv side." and moving along,

I made nlace for her upon the couch

But she shook her head and raised hor dark eyes to mine pleadingly, and laid her two little pale hands In my

lan.

I took them again, the tiny flutter

ing things, and held them within my

own warm clasp.

"I am so elad you have come," she

said in a sweet, plaintive voice;

have waited so lonsr for one brav

enough to come here alone that

miaht tell thera my story." Sh

nti94Ml. Suddenly she snranjr to her

foot and said In a fierce, Intense whk

per: "His grave,

seen it?" "His grave? Whose grave, dear? Be calm." It came to me at once, seeing this creature and hearing her questions. I knew only too well that the dishonored grave of Crayle Brau:Wylleen in the old, disusod, desolate cemetery near Weir Heights was the one to which she referred, but I caressed the slight shrinking form and waited. "Crayle Brau-Wylloen's," she answered me, hoarsely, and then she

broke into a torrent of sobs and tears. Presently she grew calm. "He never did it!" she said, firmly. "It was all a false, bitter lie. He made me jealous, and I vowed revenge. I wrolo those cruel loiters and sprinkled the blood of a favorite hound (whose life I took) about my bed and over tho floor and door

steps." She shrieked and groaned

and continued: "Thoy thought he murdered his young wife; but no, sle lived to see him hanged. Ah! re-

vnnwn was sweet!" She uttered a

low, blood-curdling laugh that chilled

OfWID.

earn, louder and leader, and wit tHo

shrill tones of volee and the wild neighing of a horse.

"Blaek Diekl" I awoke with a

start Had I been sleeping and stream-

ng? The sun wa shining In through

a erevles In the old stone wall. The

amp stood on the floor by my side,

the oil .burned entirely out of It

I roeognlxod the voices of mends at

the doer, and, feeling dancd and be

wildered, I arose to meet them; as I

did to something fell upon the Moor at

my feet

Pausing, I looked down. A single white rose! 1 jiloked up

the frail, beautiful thing reverently, and a subtle awe stole over rae. It

must have been true.

You frightened us all nearly to

death," came a clamor of voices.

"The Idea of falling asleep In this

haunted oaetle."

Talk about nerves! Why, yours must be iron-bound." I did not smilehow could I? and they joked me unmercifully all the way home, and "Black Dick," poor patient fellow, stood at his post all the long night through. He licked my hand and nestled his great head on my shoulder as I unfastened him and led him out of the old yard and sprang into the saddle unassisted. It was nearlv noon when we

reached Wolr Heights, and I for one was very hungry. After dinner, when I had rested. I gathorod my friends about me and told them tho story of

the night before at Brau-Wylleon.

There was much laughing and chan-

ntr. out my suouuou air lmuressuu lUs

susceptible ones not allttlo, and when

from the depths or my saonei i urougnt forth tho wilted white rose, still dewy

with fragrance, a silence fell upon all.

hat surely was a proof, and it wont

abroad far and near, these wondorful tidings, resulting. In tho removal of

Crayle Brau-Wylleen's bones to nis homo-tomb in far-distant lands, and I

still carefully hoarded among my most

nrdnlmis treasures the faded wtme

rose of Bran-Wylleen. Mrs. S. C.

lazlett, in Detroit I ree Press.

THWI EYES

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THE TYPEWRITER GIRL.

his grave! Have you

Rising, 1

the marrow in my bones.

hastily thrust her from me. "Don't, don't!" she moaned, plteously. "If you only knew what I have suffered, how I have atoned." Than raising her, dark eye heaven

ward. "Even such as 1 He forgives."

I fnntr her to mv heart again. It

was not for mo to judge.

"I could not rest in ray grave," she wont on, hor long, light hair falling

uHntit. hnr beaut ful shoulders like a

fleecy oloud, hor bosom heaving with

emotion. "You mint clear his name from all stain. Crayle Brau-Wylleon

was a? guiltless a you of any crime.

It, wis mv hot-headed, jealous nature

that did it all,"

She uattsod and unfastened a single

white rose that nestled in the folds of

!tk iuid luce unon her bosom and

pressed It into my palm.

"Hore, take this, and lot It prove

for me that I am speaking the truth."

The delicate perfume of the fragrant flower seemed to nil the alt about us

and Intoxicated tnw with Its aweetness.

I I'M ld mv eves dreamily to tho dark

erbs bending above me. "Promise mo," murmured the beau tlful Hps. 'I promise," I answei'od, with diffl

oultv. as the dense fragrance seemed

to overpower me.

White, pink and blue clouds appeared to encircle a fair, vanishing

form, a sound as of many harps and

singing voIimw lingered upon the air,

and then came the slew, muffled beat

ing of a drum. Nearer and nearer

TheHgh She May Chew Uhm, h i

Very ValwaWa Member or society.

It Is doubtful If there exists in the

land to-dav a paragrapher, or any

othor sneoies of alleged humorist, but

who has not something to say about

ihn ivnowrttor srlrl. oho Iras been

w "J c- i .

ridiculed, and even maligned. Col

iimns of nresumable wit have made

the eomnoaltor happy at her expense,

She is one of the principals of the

naratrranher's stock in trade, anu

uittmld In the nieeon-hole beside the

mother-in-law, spring bonnet and home-from-the-lodge jokes. She has been terribly abused, but with Spartan courage pounds the keys and never utters a word of complaint It is not unnatural, however, that so charming a subject should receive the attention of the festive paragrapher, but it is somewhat strange that the serious afde of the question has never been considered. The typewriter girl

does not thump the alphabet just lor her health. She learned how to

manipulate the key-board through

necessity. It was a condition and not a theory that confronted her. She saw

territory of action ooiore ner anu

rushed forward and planted her claim. She is there to stay. She is regular in her habits. She may chew gum, but

he never dallies with tobacco, nor toys with the serpent lurking in the

wine-glass In tliese respects nor

superiority over her male competitor

palpably evident Her living ex

penses are confined to food, tolu and dress. She never indulges In draw

oker, nor high-low-jaokj therefore j

she can work for a smaller salary than a male, and save more,too. She is an angel of loveliness about the office The proprlotor swears less, and tho office boy doesn't whistle as much as

before the advent of the typewriter

girl.

But towering above an tnese ae-

lightful considerations is hor business

usefulness. Tho typewriter girl has discovered what nature know long

ago, namely, that she Is capable of doing the real business of the world. She has the capability, and is fast ac

quiring the adaptability. Alan has slowly bocome a monopolist, and adds to his monopoly of vice a monopoly of the business world. The pretty typewriter girl, perhaps unconscious

ly, is surely breaking down tins unworthy trust The typewriter girl is rather lowlv In station now, hut if she

will glance into the horoscope of the

future she will see looming up before her, in all the gorgeous colors of the

solar spectrum, supremacy, or at least equality, in the business realm. From

a mere automaton, whose duty it is ia hold close communion with the En

glish alphabet, sho will advance in tima to business management and

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even to proprietary interest, xier

feeling of dependonce will disappear like dew beforo the morning sun. She will amass enough wealth to remain single until matrimonial stock has voachod far In the market of her heart Then she can settle down to domestic bliss, If desirable, and then arrogance and assumed superiority of the husband will bo missing, because she will know her business and he will be thoroughly cogulnant of the fact Minneapolis Tribune.

rfatatUwlte it Riming M TW4 tfce Tartar I MMle. Tho fnot that the very dUaotors which tho tarlf shrlokein, predicted as enrtain to follow Cleveland's re-election are eomlnr thick and fast,

although Harrison is in the White House, is opening the eyes of thousands of people to the fact that the present protective tariff is, for -the most part a humbug and a swindle. Wade's Fiber and Fabric, an able trade journal, which supported Harrison vigorously on the tariff issue, no

doubt voices tlie curiosity of a great multitude of deluded victims of monopoly sophistry, when it want to know "where are the good times" that Harrison's election was to bring. It says: "We were led to believe that if tlie party of high protection secured control of the Government

we would then, very soon, have good times. Wo are a firm believer in protecting American industries if it could be done under tho guidance of honest statesmen, but In the hands of quack politicians terrible work is made of prelection." It is indignant at the folly of tho manufacturers and growers of wool In combining to continue the tariff on wool, "when any one can gee. If he will, that free wool would

be a great move toward honest protection." This was tho kind of pro

tection that the Mills bill proposed to give tho woolen Industries of the coun

try by giving them untaxed raw

materials, honest, solentlflc, legitimate

protection.

The National Labor i rimme, oi ruts-

burgh, which preached Harrison and a high tariff to working-men In the last campaign, has also discovered that pro

tection does not protect any ooay dui. niiitltuttf. It calls the attention of

its readers to the fact mat at tne present price of steel rails in London, with

freight from London to rutnuurgn added, tho cost laid down In Pitts

burgh would Imj 27.21 a ton without tho tariff of $17. Tho Allegheny Besse

mer Company, of Pittsburgh, has just taken a contract for rails at I'-'S a ton, or le-s than the English price without including duty. The National Labor

MVthiinn wants to know why the Alio

istnttatoa oty ny fow who novo Alto tho high poeltlon from whloh ho hao retired, we do not doubt. One on say this, and much more, in pralne anal admiration oi Mr. Cleveland without intimating that ho alone to to ho considered an tho nominee of tho part three years hence, But certainly Mr.

Harrison's Administration has not diminished in the least the ehanees of Mr. Cleveland's renomlnatlon. Whoever is nominated will have the enthuslastio support of a united party, for he must represent It truest aspirations, and make plain its purposes concerning the Issues of tho time. Louisville Courier-Journal.

THE LAST STRAW. Aeeerilln tm AH IhMWUmm It Mm Brake the C'ftmel'a Maak. A mass-meetlng of farmers in Lew in ' County, Mo held to denounce tho Binding Twine extortion, concluded their forcible resolutions with the following: fi'iinl, That we condemn the w-ealtaa 'protective" system, which makes It poselMe for manufacturers te Impaea upon the eaatimer exuritttaat rate for iaUlsiaeaWe arti

cles at eoBsuaptfoB. In one sense, the twine trust gougo has been a blessing. It has stirred up the farmers all over the country and has helped them to see that this particular iniquity Is a creature of iniquitous laws. The operators in tho twine trust have been astonished that their imposition was not submitted to. since it was only one of hundreds

practised on consumors through the same laws under which the twlno trust was created. Every article used in tho conduct of a farm, or in the life of the farmer and his family, is burdened with a tax averaging nearly half of its true value, and under the Republican policy of abolishing competition, the farmer is gouged at all points. The difference in prices the average farmer pays In this closed

and qornered market and the prices ne would pay In a free market under fair trade is so great that logically tho farmers who submit to it ought also to have justified the expectations of the binding twine trust by quietly sub

mitting to the robbery which, consider-

in corn-

able as it is, is insignificant

ghony Bessemer Company cut so much prison with the total of the ta riff robV . ' . , f .1 t berv on all necessaries of life. .

The imprudence of the twine trust.

It la claimed that tomatoes will bear just m early and thrive as well when grown from the seed planted In tho hill as when early plants are set out It is worth a trial.

compelled a reduction of wages instead of maintaining rates and giving part of the $17 a ton protection to American workmen. It vory naturally concludes that the $ 17 duty Is a "howling sarcasm and an outrageous fraud." All over the country trade and labor

journals aro talking in the same strain as Wade's Fiber and Fabric and the

National Labor Tribune. The logic of events is opening their eyes and wo hope the eyes of the readers to the folly and wickedness of our Chinese system of taxation. The lies and sophistries of the protectionist demagogues will not "go down" in 18112 with tens of thousands of voters who eagerly swallowed them last year. Indianapolis Sentinel. THE CLEVElVnD BANQUETA Huw Ite SHcress Has Actl the DrMSM of RrpHMkHHi Lenders.

The dinner given by representative Democrats of Now York to Mr. Cleveland has disturbed the dreums of a number of tho Republican leaders. Any evidence of popular faith in the ex-President; any testimony to the value of his public services; any protost against the methods which govern this Administration, arouses all manner of bitterness among tho gentlemen who are assorting that the election of Mr. Harrison means a new lease of power for twenty-five years. But nothing U certain in politics.

Three years before the election of Mr.

Cleveland President of the uniteu States he was a quiet unassuming citizen of Buffalo. We have been told that certain things can not be done because they have never been done. Tho Now York Sun says the Democrats have never nominated a dofeated candidate, which would prove nothing If it were true, but it is not AndrewJackson was dofoated when first a candidate, and his dofeat made his nomination certain. Wo suppose our esteemed content porary will admit that Mr. Tilden's failure to seowre the Presidency In 1876 did not justify the party in fail

ing to demand that he should accept

the nomination in 1880. It will not do to be constantly constructing, or reconstructing, history

to suit our desires for tho future.

Whether Mr. Cleveland Is to receive

the nomination in 1892 can not be de

olded one way or the othor just yet

There is tlmo enough for such a de clsion, and we doubt not that the mat

tor will be wisely decided at the proper

time.

It is a little too early to consider the

nomination. The duty of action rests . ft a as A f

on tho uepuniicans; uiey must lase

the initiative just now, and the record

thoy aro makingj in every executive office naturally fills "the Democrats

with hope and with confidence.

The honor shown Mr. Cleveland was

well deserved. In reading his remarks

a contrast between the late Admlnls

tratlon and tho present one Is made

almost instinctively, and this contrast aVlds great strength to the Democratic

position.

The address of Mr. Cleveland was

characteristic; showing, earnest con

viction and an abiding faith in the iMionle. Few nubile men hnvo routed

s-j confidently their cause on the right

it

An English friend of the late Laurence Ollphant says there never was a man so Indifferent abeuttmoaey.

S

however, was too much for human nature. Tlie last straw did not "break the camel's back,'' but the patient animal lost patience on account of it. The sugar trust, the salt trust, the lumber trust, the iron and stool trust, the copjwr trust, the woolen trust and all the other trusts which have been robbing the farmer may well share In the surprise of the twine trust that "a little thing of that kind" should cause

such a revolt But Ithas caused It.aad if the farmers keep the ground they have takon. they will succeed in making an exAinple of this particular trust that will be a warning to all other robber .--a Louis Republic. CU RRENT COMMENTS Any information that will lead to the dlscorery of A Vigorous Foreign Policy, wearing a brass collar en

graved with the Initials "J. u. B.,

will bo thankfully received by ui

country. Chicago Times.

Nepotism and plutocracy are the

alarming features of this Republican administration. Elected on the false

pretense of saving labor's wages, it is

devoted to personal preferences Instead of the public good. Pittsburgh

Post

Republican organs are to-day

forced to cry out in Indignation against

the outrageous course ot the Pension

Commissioner, aim ply because the

President did not make "fitness the t

essential and discriminating test" in

filling the office, as he said he would, but did make "party service," as lie expressly engaged that he would not N. Y. Evening Post J

The wool season approachetk,

and it Is to bo hoped the prices will be as high as the Republican press and orators gave the voters last fall to

understand thoy would be If they only

elected Benny Harrison. They elected

him all right and now they want tho greatly increased prices for their products. It is truly to be hoped they

may not be disappointed. ingnam

County (Mich.) Democrat

To date President Harrison s

record of nepotism of various eccentric forms is: The appointment of his

brother to be a United States Marshal.

The appointment of his son's father-

in-law to a 15,000 place In Utah. The, appointment of his own father-in-law to a Federal office in Washington Ter

ritory. The dismissal of a man in the

Pension Office at his father-in-law's request N. Y. Sun. ,

The temerity of the citizens ot

Montaaa in voting thnt new State back to Democratic control has shocked the

Republican editors. One of them is magnanimous enough, however, to

say that oven if the Republicans had foreseen this, "there was no reason for delaying the admission." Thanks, awfully. So glad that it does not put

a State out of the pale of the Union to exorcise Its constitutional right of

voting as it pleases. N. Y. orld. '

it Is not a "free trade" journal.

but the chief protection organ, which

publishes a dispatch announcing that a combination of tho "ten loading Pittsburgh firms" will "buy out all , the little operators by an expenditure of about $12,000,000, and secuf a mononolv bv which they can dictate

Judgment of the people; few, in othor prices to consumers in heeling, Clnwords, have held more strongly to the clnnatl. Louisville and other cities all principles of Democracy. Mr. Clove- the way to New Orleans. ' And ths

land Is eutitled to tho regard, not oi

the party alone, but of all good oltkens raeardleat of nartv. That ho will in

time have this eoandeno to a dee-roe

Renuhl can tariff, by maintaining a

duty of seventy-five cents a ton on soft coal, helps to make such combinations peibl N. Y. World.

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