Pike County Democrat, Volume 25, Number 24, Petersburg, Pike County, 26 October 1894 — Page 3

Che pit County democrat M. McC. 8T00P8, Editor and Proprietor. PETERSBURG. - - * INDIANA. LORD OF THE DYNAMOS. Story of a Heathen Worship in Civilised London. The chief attendant of the three dynamos that buzzed and rattled at Caro berwell, and kept the electric railway going, came out of Yorkshire, end his name was James Ilolroyd. He was a practical electrician, but fond of whisky, a heavy red-haired brute with irregular teeth. He doubted Car* noCs/^ycle but accepted Dalton’s vtawic theory, and he had read Shakespeare and found him weak ia- chemistry. His helper came out of the mysterious east, and his name was Azu-ma-zi. But Holroyd called him Poohbah. Holroyd liked a negro help because he would stand kicking—a habit with Holroyd—and did not pry into the machinery and try to learn the ways of it. Certain odd possibilities of the negro mind brought into abrupt

, contact with the crown of our civilization Holroyd neTer fully realized. To define Azuma-zi was beyond ethnology. He was, perhaps, more negroid than anything else, though his hair was curly rather than frizz}', and his nose had a bridge. Moreover, his skin was brown rather than black, and the whites of his eyes were yellow. His broad cheek bones and narrow chin gave his face something of the viperine V. His head, too, was broad behind and low and narrow at the forehead, - as if his brain had been twisted round in the reverse mode to a European’s. He was short of stature and still shorter of English. In conversation he made numerous odd noises of no known marketable value, and his infrequent words were carved and wrought into heraldic grotesqueness, llolroyd tried to elucidate his religious beliefs, and—especially after whisky -^lectured to him against superstition. Azuma-zi, however, shirked the discussion of his gods, even though he was kicked for it. Azuma zi had come, clad in white but insufficient raiment, out of the stoke hole of the Lord Clive, from the Straits settlements, and beyond into London. He had heard even in his j'outh of the greatness jand riches of London, where all the women are white and fair, and even the beggars in the streets are white, and he had arrived. with newly-earned gold coins in his pocket, to worship at the shrine of civilization. The day of his landing was a dismal one; the sky was dun, and a wind-worried drizzle filtered down to the greasy streets, but he plunged boldl}’ into the delights of Shadwell, and was presently cast up, shattered in health, civilized in costume, penniless, helpless, and, except in matters of the direst necessity, practically a dumb animal, to toil for James Holroyd and to be bullied by him in a dynamo shed at Camberwell. And to James llolroyd bullying was a labor of love. There were three dynamos with their engines at Camberwell. The two that have been there since the beginning are small machines; the larger one was new. The smaller machines made a reasonable noise; their straps hummed over the drums, every now and then the brushes buzzed and fizzled, and the air churned steadily, whoo! whoo! whoo! between their poles. One was loose in its foundations and kept the shed vibrating, llut the big dj'namo drowned these little noises altogether with the drone of its iron core, which somehow set part of the ironwork humming. The place made the visitor’s head reel with the throb, throb, throb of the en_gines,.the rotation of the big wheels, the spinning ball valves, the occasional spittings of the steam, and over fell the deep, unceasing, surging note of the big dynamo. This last noise was from an engineering point of view ’ a defect, but Azuma-zi accounted it unto the monster ~for mightiness and pride.

If it were possible we would have the noises of that shed alwaj’s about the reader as he reads, we would tell all our story to such an accompaniment, It was a steady stream of din, from which the ear picked ou^firstone thread and then another; there was the intermittent snorting, panting and seething of the steam engines, the suck and thud of their pistons, the dull beat on the air as the spokes of the great driving-wheels came round, a note the leather straps made as they Iran tighter and looser, and a fretful tumult from the dynamos; and over all, sometimes inaudible, as the ear tired of it, and then creeping back upon the senses again, was this trombone note of the big machine. The floor never felt steady and quiet beneath one’s feet, but quivered and jarred. It was a confusing, unsteady place, and

enough to send anyone s thoughts jerking into odd zigzags. And lor three months, while the big strike <*f the engineers was in progress, Holroyd, who was a blackleg, and Azumazi, who was a mere black, were never out of the stir and eddy of it, but slept and fed in the little wooden shanty between the shed and the gates. Holroyd delivered a theological lecture on the text of his big machine soon after Azuma-zi came. He had to shout to be heard in the din. “Look at that,” said Holroyd; “where's your ’eathen idol to match it?” And Azumazi looked. For a moment Holroyd was inaudible, and then Azuroa-zi heard: “Kill a hundred men. It helps pay twelve per cent, on the ordinary shares,” saiifj Holroyd, “and that’s something line an idol!” Azuma-zi was not fond of labor. He would 6it about and watch the Lord of the Dynamos while Holroyd went away to persuade the yard porter to get whisky, although his proper place was not in the dynamo shed bity behind the engines, and, moreov^ if Holroyd eaught him skulking he got hit for U

with a rod of stout copper wire. He would go and stand close to the colossus and lo6k up at the great leather band running overhead. There was a black patch on the band that came round, and it pleased him somehow among all the clatter to watch this return again and again. Odd thoughts spun witli the whirl of it. Scientific people tell us that savages give souls to rocks and trees — and a machine is a thousand times more alive than a rock or a tree. And Azuma-si was practically a savage still; the veneer of civilization lay no deeper than his slop suit, his bruises and the coal grime on his face and hands. His father before him had worshiped a meteoric stone; it may be, kindred blood had splashed the broad wheels of Juggernaut..

1 At fast his dim feelings grew more distinct, and took shape in thoughts and acts. When he came into the shed one morning he salaamed to the Lord of the Dynamos, and then, when Holroyd was away, he went and whispered to the machine that he was its servant, and prayed it to have pity on him and save him from Holroyd. As he did so a rare gleam of light came in through the open archway of the throbbing machine shed, and the Lord of the Dynamos, as he whirled and roared, was radiant with pale gold. Then Azuma-zi knew’ that his service was acceptable to his Lord. Then, the next time Holroyd maltreated him, Azuraa-zi went presently to the Lord of the Dynamos and whispered: “Thou seest, O my Lord!’’ and the angry whirr of the machinery seemed to answer him.- Thereafter it appeared to him that whenever Holroyd came into the shed a different note came into the sounds of the great dynamo. “My Lord bides his time,” said Azuma-zi to himself. “The iniquity’ of the fool is not yet ripe.” And he waited and watehed for the day of reckoning. One day there was evidence of short circuiting, and Holroyd, making an unwary examination—it [ was in the afternoon—got a rather severe electric shock. Azuma-zi from behind the engine saw him jump off and curse at the peccant coil. Holroyd had at first initiated his “nigger” into such elementary conceptions of the dynamo’s working as would enable him to take temporary charge of the shed in his absence. But when he noticed the manner in which Azuma-zi hung about the monster, he became suspicious. He f dimly perceived his assistant was “up to something,” and connecting him with the anointing of the coils with oil that had rotted the varnish in o»e place, he issued an edict, shotted

above the jon fusion of the machinery: “Don’t ’ee-go nigh that big dynamo any more, Pooh-bah, or a’ll take tliy skin off!” Besides, if it pleased Azuma-zi to be near the big machine, it was plain sense and decency to keep him away from it, Azuma-zi obeyed at the time, but later he was caught bowing before the Lord of the Dynamos. At which Holroyd twisted his arm and kicked him as he turned to go away. As Azuma-zi presently stood behind the engine and glared at the hated Holroyd, the noises o* the machinery took a new rhythm and sounded like four words in his native tongue. It is hard to say exactly what madness is. I fancy Azuma-zi was mad. The incessant din and whirl of the dynamo shed may have churned up his little store of knowledge and big store of superstitious faney, at last, into something akin to frenzy. At any rate, when the idea of making Holroyd a sacrifice to the dynamo fetich was thus suggested to him, it filled him with a strange tumult of exultant emotion. That night the two men and their black shadows were alone in the shed together. The shed was lit with one big arc light that winked and flickered purple. The shadows lay black behind the dynamos, the ball valves whirled from light to darkness, and the engines beat loud and steady. The world outside seen through the open end of the shed seemed incredibly dim and remote. It seemed absolutely silent, too, since the riot of the machinery drowned every external sound. Far away was the black fence of the yard with gray shadowy houses behind, and above was the deep blue sky and the pale little stars. Azumazi suddenly walked across the center of the shed above which the leather bands were running, and went into the shadow by the big dynamo. Holroyd heard a click, and the spin of the armature changed. “What are you dewin’ with that switch?’’ he bawled in surprise. “Haven’t I told you—” Then he saw the set expression of Azuma-zi’s eyes as the Asiatic came out of the shadow towards him. In another moment the two men were grappling fiercely in front of the great dynamo. “You coffee-headed fool!” gasped Holroyd, with a brown hand at his throat. “Keepoff those contact rings.” In another moment he was tripped and peeling back upon the Lord of Dynamos. He instinctively loosened his grip upon £is antagonist to save himself from the machine. The messenger sent in furious haste

from the station to nna out wn&t naa happened in the dynamo shed, met Azuma-zi at the porter’s lodge by the gate. Azuma-zi tried to explain some- | thing, but the messenger oould make notliing of the black’s incoherent English, and hurried on to the shed. The machines were all noisily at work, and nothing seemed to be disarranged. There was, however, a queer smell oi singed hair. Then he saw an oddlooking crumpled up mass clinging to the front of the big dynamo, and, approaching, recognized the distorted remains of Holroyd. The man stared %nd hesitated a moment. Then he saw the face and shut his eyes, convulsively squeezing the lids together. He turned on his heel before he opened them again, so that he should not see Holroyd again, and went out of the shed to get advice and help. When Azuma-zi saw Holroyd die in

the grip of the great dynamo he hadj been a little seared about the conae-] quences of his act. Yet he felt strangely elated, and knew that the favor of the Lord Dynamo was upon him. His plan was already settled when he met the man coming1 from the station, and the scientific manager who speedily arrived on the scene jumped at the obvious conclusion of suicide. This expert scarcely noticed Azuma-zi except to ask a few questions. Did he see Holroyd kill himself? Azuma-zi explained that he had been out of sight at the engine furnace until he heard a difference in the noise from the dynamo. N The distorted remains of Holroyd, which the electrician removed from the machine, were hastily covered by the porter with a coffee-stained tablecloth. Somebody, by a happy inspiration, fetched a medical man. The expert was chiefly anxious to get the machine at work again, for seven or eight trains had stopped midway in the stuffy tunnels of the electric railway. Azuma-zi, answering or misunderstanding the questions of the people who had by authority or impudence come into the shed, was presently sent back to the stoke-hole by the scientific manager. Of course a crowd collected outside the gates of the yard—a crowd, for no known reason, alwavs hovers for a day or two near the scene of a sudden death in London—two or three reporters percolated somehow into the en-gine-shed. and one even got to Azumazi, but the scientific expert cleared them out again, being himself an amateur journalist. Presently the body was carried away, and public interest departed with it. Azuma-zi remained very quietly at ,his furnace, seeing over and over again in the coals a figure that riggled violently and became still. An hour after the murder, to anyone coming into the shed it would have looked exactly as & nothing had happened. Peeping presently from his engine-room the black saw the Lord Dynamo spin and whirl beside his little brothers, and the driving wheels were beating round, and the steam in the pistons went thud, thud, exactly as it had been earlier in the evening. After all, from the mechanical point of view, it had been a most insignificant incident—the mere temporary deflection of a current, only now the slender form and slender shadow of the scientific manager replaced the sturdy outline of Holroyd traveling

up ana down tne; lane oi ngm upon the vibrating floor under the straps between the engines and the dynamos. “Have I not served my Lord?” said Azuma-zi, inaudihly, from his shadow, and the note of the great dynamo rang out full and clear. As he looked at the big whirling mechanism the strange fascination of it that had been a little in abeyance since Holroyd’a death resumed its sway. Never had Azuma-zi seen a man killed so swiftly and pitilessly. The big humming machine had slain its victim without wavering for a second from its steady beating. It was indeed a mighty god. The unconscious scientific manager stood with his back to him. scribbling on a piece of paper. His shadow lay at the foot of the monster. “Was the Lord Dynamo still hungry? His servant was ready.” Azuma-zi made a stealthy step forward, then hesitated. The scientific manager suddenly stopped writing and walked down the shed to the endmosf of the dynamos and began to examine the brushes. Azuma-zi hesitated and then slipped across noiselessly into the shadow by the switch. There he waited. Presently the manager’s footsteps could be heard returning. He stopped in his old position, unconscious of the figure crouching ten feet away from him. Then the big dynamo fizzled and in another moment a thick-set figure had sprung out of the darkness upon him. The scientific manager will remember all the details of that struggle with the mad stoker so long as there is life in him. First he was gripped round the body and swung towards the big dynamo, then, kicking with his knee and forcing his antagonist’s head down with his hands, he loosened the grip on his waist and swung round away from the machine; then the black grasped him with his arms igain, putting a curly head against ais chest, and they swayed and panted as it seemed for an age or so. Then the scientific manager was impelled to catch a black ear in his teeth and bite furiously. The black yelled hid eously. Suddenly they rolled over on the floor, and the black, who had apparently slipped from the vice of the teeth or parted with some ear—the scientific manager wondered which at the time—tried to throttle him. The scientific manager was making some ineffectual efforts to claw something with his hands and to kick, when the welcome sound of quick footsteps sounded on the floor. The next moment Azuma-zi had left him and

da rted towards tne Dig dynamo. There was a sputter amid the roar. The officer of tne company, who had entered, stood staring as Azuma-zi caught the naked terminals in his hand, gave one horrible convulsion and then hung motionless from the machine, his face violently distorted. “I’m jolly glad you came in when you did,” said the scientific manager, still sitting ou the floor. He looked at the still quivering figure. “It is not a nice deatn to die, Apparently—but it is quick.” The ticket collector was still staring at the body. He was a man of slow apprehension. “Poor Holroydt I see now.” Then almost mechanically he went towards the switch in the shadow and turned the current into the railway circuit again. As he did so the singed body loosened its grip upon the machine and fell forward on its face. So ended permanently the worship of dynamo deity, probably the most short-lived of all religions. Yet withal it could boast a martyrdom and a human sacrifice.—EL G. Wells, in Pall Mali Budget.

WELCOME TO M’KINLEY See. the conquering hero comeei Sound the bewgag. bent the drama; Freaehing that our greatness waxes By the increase n our taxes; Holding we'd been “long" on “stuff** If our taxes w ere enough. Panacea for every ill Is the great McKinley bill. Shame on us! Can it be true That only back In tS Our Napoleon, tried and true. 'Mid loud hurrah and wild huiloo. Met a disastrous Waterloo? Now. regardless of past pain. Let's pick our Bints and try again— Raise the taxes mountain high. With firm resolve to do or die. Sound the hewgag. beat the drums! Hail! The conquering hero comes! —Peoria Herald. POLITICS AND PHILOSOPHY. A Few Pungent Remarks on McKinley by a Reasoner la the Rough. Ef de kentry wus all one pahty from rim ter scrim, it ud be er case ob tie up. De people must er bin satisfied wiv , Cleveland de fastest time nr dey wouldn’t er lected him de seckind. Perlitercal politics ain't got nothin’ ter do wiv de *sixe ob de craps or de price ob wheat. De grass grows in de field, de sheeps cats it an’ dey wool prows. AH de farmer has ter do is ter cut it off. Elf he kain't do that as cheap as dey kin in de ole■> kentry he oughter quit de sheep bizne&s. Dis yer ting ob shettin’ down fact’ries ler perlitercal purposes is laike er man .er choppin’ his foot off ter spite er pinohin’ shoe. Eph Houston, the Chief Eagle, as stated heretofore in the Republic, was one of the distinguished politicians who occupied seats on the platform at the recent McKinley lecture along with Chauncey I. Filley, Charles Schweickardt, Hon. Nathan Frank, Messrs. Niedringhaus and other shining lights of the republican party. The chief eagle arrived in time to hear the beginning of the speech and remained to the end, paying close attention to everything that fell frpm the lips of the great apostle of protection. “Ah kain’t say as Ah heered anything new,” said the Chief Eagle to a Republic reporter, “case Ah’d dun read de same speech erf ore. McKinley was er variatin’ hisself froo de kentry. an’ den it wus de same arguments as wus variated in durin’ de las’ campaign. Maybe Mr. McKinley has studied.de tariff mo’dan me, but Ah has studied it er heap, an’ Ah don’t know, as Ah kin co’cide wiv him er

zac ly on all his reducements. leu wool fur er instance. W buffer does de farmer want purtection on wool? i Whar's de labor come in? De grass grows uv itself here same as it do i n Europe. De sheep eats de grass, in* all de farmer has ter do is ter grab Br’er sheep, tek de shears, an’ snip de wool. Ef he kain’t do that ter competition wiv any kentry anywhar, he’d better quit de sheep raisin’ bizness, an’ go ter raisin’ hogs. Ah’s fur free wool, an’ cheap clo’es; de cheaper de better. Ah understan’ Mr. Filley agrees wiv me on dat. “Mr. McKinley variated er heap ’bout de wheat bein’ 60 an’ so much er bushel, instead ov bein’ so an’ so much mo’, an’ er blamin’ de dimmercrat party fur it. Ah’s studied on dis yer pint, an’ Ah ’members when de wheat an* de co’n wus so plenty, under er ’publican gover’ment dat de farmers up in de northwest kentry coulden git emuff fur it ter pay fur haulin’ in ter do market, an’ dey burnt de corn for fuel. Ah knows ter as de price ob cotton goes by de size ob de crap an’ de de man’ an’ polertecs hasn’t got er thing ter do wiv it. “Ah reads in de papers how dese yer spec’laters boostes de price ob hog meat an’ lard, no matter which pahty is er hol’n Washington down, an’ Ah’s got sense emuff ter know dat if de crap is bigger dan’ de call fur it, de price goes down, an’ ef dey ain’t more’n emuff co’n and wheat an’ hog meat ter go ’round de price goes up. Ah dunno whether dey wus ’publicans an’ dimmercrats in Bible times— Ah b’leeve de book do tell erbout dey bein’ ’publicans—but Ah has heered when dey wus er famine in Egypt dat Joseph, who hed de co’n, wukked his brethern fur all dey wus wuff erfo’ he’d turn it loose. “Mr. McKinley talked er mighty heap erbout de people bein’ onsatisiied befo’ Cleveland was ’leoted de lastes’ time, an’ narratin’ dat dat was de reason ob d*ey er switchin’ ter dimmercrats. Well, dey was onsatisiied, but dey mus’ ha bin er reason fur dey onsatisfaction. De people gits tired ob one thing all de time, dess same as er man kaint eat feesh er quail, er even chicken er wattermillyun all de yer erroun’! Ef de kentry was all ’publican from rim ter scrim, it ud be er tieup. Ef one pahty stays in de power all de time, dey thinks dey owns de hull kentry. De longer it stays in de power, de wusser it gits. Dat wus de matter wiv de ’publican party, dey had hilt on too purlongin! De people wanted er

change, on when yer comes aown ter de bed scratch, de people is boun’ ter git what dey wants—if ernuff wants it. Dey wanted er change. Dey had tried Cleveland, and dey must er bin satisfied wiv him de fastest time, ur dey wouldn’t er ’lected him de sickind. Ah is bound ter remit mahseff dat Cleveland wus er favorable man de fustest time. He was so favorable dat some of de dimmercrats kicked ’case he wouldn’t gib ’em all what dey wanted. “Ah has knocked erroun’ de kentry for er good while, an* Ah knows dat hard times comes whos’mever is in de power. Ah’se never furgit de panic ob 1373, It gibs me de heart disease to think ob it yit. Ah was nussin’ de yaller fever in Memphis, an* arter dat Ah wus er runnin’ de ribbar. Do yaller fever wages wus good an* Ah done saved one hundred and seventy dollars. Ah put it in de Fust national bank at Cairo. One day Ah sees in de paper dat all de banks wus er bustin’. It was arter what dey called Black Friday. Ah couldn’t wait ’twill de boat gits ter Cairo. We gits thar at six o’clock in de mawnin*, an’ Ah jes humped up de hill to de bank, De fust thing Ah see wus a notice, ’Bank closed.’ &h sot down on de bank steps

an* Ah dess cried an* boo-hooed—Ah wus only a young feller den. Bimeby Ah axed er sto’keeper whar dat white man lived what kep de bank. Be didn’t know, he said de man’d be about de bank at nine o’clock. Ah waited, but Ah didn’t hope to ever see mah money apin’. When de bank man come along Ah nailed him. Ah wus near tickled to deff wen he said Ah could git mah money. Ah axed him whuffer he put de sign up: 'Bank closed,’ an* he laffed an’ said dey dene dat ebery day at free o’clock. Ah gits mah money outen de bank anyway, an' Ah says to mahseff, ‘eff de Lord’ll furgib me fur puttin’ mah money in er bank an’ gittin’ a skeer like dat, Ah’ll •neverdo it again, an’ Ah never has. So yer sees Ah doesn’t hole de dimmicrat party fur de panic ob de las’ year. “Mr. McKinley blame the dimmercrat party fur de hard times, short work an’ low wages. Ah has seen de hard times er mighty heap harder dan dey is now, an’ Ah don’t see as wages is any lower now dan dey has bin under de ’publicans. Ah knows dat steamboat wages got down indurin* de ’publican power, an dey has never got up since.' Ah don’t blame de ’publicans fur dat. Ah blames de steamboatmen, an’ de fool niggers as ’ud be willin’ ter do de wuk fur de low wages. An* so Ah don’t blame de dimmercrat party fur de hard times, nuther. “Somebody in de ordnance tole Mr. McKinley ter ax Mr. Neidringhaua why he shet down de tin plate mill fur. He look eroun’, but Mr. Neidringhaus, who was er setin’ near me, diden’ say er word. Ah espect if he’d done tol’ de truff he’d er had ter say dat it wus polertics. Ah has come ter de ’elusion dat some ur dese yer mill men has dess dun dat er purpose ter mek out laike dey cain’tfnek er livin’ under dat free traffic. Dat is wrong. Er man oughter ter hepp his fellow-men. Ah is done it lots er times. An is dun ’thout things mahseff when Ah seed people as needed ’em wus den Ah did. “Dese fellers what shets down fur de sake ob polertics ’minds me ob er man An knowed in Mississippi. He wus er sort er ejut, sorter wrong in his head. Someone gib him er pa’r er shoes as didn’t fit him."* Dey pinched his foot, an’ ter git even he up wid er ax an’ ehop off his hull foot’’ At this stage the Chief Eagle’s soliloquy was interrupted by the arrival ol a delegation of influential citizens, who wanted his influence in the interest of a certain candidate in the coming campaign, and, excusing himself to the reporter, he went into executive session with the visitors.—St Louis Republic. PARAGRAPHIC POINTERS.

-While McKinley was at Peoria he should have had his speeches distilled. Some of them already hare fermented.—Chicago Post. -Mr. McKinley is talking a great deal these days, but he is not trying to explain why wool that kept falling under a McKinley tax keeps rising under free trade.—N. Y. World. -The political tin factories were started to help the republican campaign in 1893 and they^are shutting down now to help the republican campaign of of 1894.—Chicago Herald. -Could anything induce Maj. McKinley to stop mourning long enough to mak% a note of the boom in the hat business and the increase of activity in the glass trade?—N. Y. World. -The commercial agencies agree that business is rapidly improving in the west, notwithstanding the fact that Gov. McKinley is on the stump out there waving the calamity shirt.— Boston Herald. -Russell B. Harrison announces that it is not likely that his father would decline a presidential nomination if one is tendered. It is a wise son who knows his own father as well as Russell does.—St, Louis Republic. —-Maj. McKinley’s present speeches in exposition of the priceless benefits of protection would have had a peculiar interest could they have been read on the morning after the elections in November of 1893.—Chicago Record, -Mr. McKinley is convinced that the American market cannot be held except by the help of congress. He and his friends seem unable to understand that increased imports mean in- - creased exports, and so more work and wages for American labor. Their theory is that the harder you make it for the American people to satisfy their needs the better it will be for them and the country. We believe that that theory is losing its hold upon our people.—Indianapolis* News. -Democracy does not have to resort to defensive or apologetic tactics

in me n^ni at nunu. it u»» iu ita brief term of control accomplished a large measure of the reform to which it is pledged, and the sole purpose of republicanism at this tune is to denounce what has been done, seeking national supremacy, not upon the merits of any defined policy, but simply by striving' to rekindle the spirit of restlessness which good times will soon have exorcised. Looking to the promise of the future and sacrificing the animosities of the past at the altar of party fealty, the democratic party is assured of a vindication.—Detroit Free Press._*_ A Discordant Note. Gov. McKinley’s cute way of refer* ring embarrassing questions to the democratic party, because, as he says, that party is in full control of the government, is falling very flat The answer is alike disingenuous and unsatisfactory. McKinley is virtually, if not aotually, a candidate for the presidency. Every speech he makes is filled with tearful appeals for the return of the republican party to power. If he and his associates know but one issue, and can thrill but one note, they may as well unite right now. for that note does not and can not harmonise with the great chorus of American industry. But in making no pretense of understanding live issues, McKinley admits that he and his party will have no responsible part in their solution, and he is right.—Kansas City Times- j

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CFOidwIIrtTMtlttwijNkMrmittSenliferltMMr ber to W. J. MOSS*. FnMUttr, 3 East ItUSt, K*w Xwfc irsai nus rar** my &»■ TKUSTEGS’ NOTICES OF OFFICE OAT. NOTICE Is hereby given that I will attend tu the duties of the office of trustee of Clay township at home on ' EVERY MONDAY. All persons who have business with the office will take notice that I will attend to ouslness on no other day. M. M. GO WEN. Trustee. NOTICE is hereby given to all parties interested that 1 will attend at iny office in Stendal. EVERY STACRDAY, To transact business connected with the office of trustee of Lockhart township. All persons having business with said office will please take notice. J. S. BARRETT. Trustee.

NOTICS is hereby given to ail parties eon* cerned that I will be at my residenee. EVERY TUESDAY, To attend to business connected with the office of Trustee of Monroe township. GEORUE GRIM, Trustee. NOTICE is hereby Riven that 1 wiU be at my residence EVERY THURSDAY To attend to business connected with the office of Trustee of Logan township. 4®-Positively no business, transacted except on office days. SILAS KIRK, Trustee: NOTICE is hereby given to all parties co»* cerned that I will attend at my residentt EVERY MONDAY To transact business connected with tbs office of Trustee of Madison township. gyPositively no business transacted except office days 'JAMES RUMBLE. Trustee. XTOTICE ia hereby given to all persons in* terested that I will attend in my office in Velpeu, EVERY FRIDAY, To transact business connected with the office of Trustee of Marion township. All persons having business with said office will please take notice. W. F. BROCK. Trustee. OTICK in hereby given to all persons concerned that I will *ttend at my offien EVERY DAI To transact business connected with tli*Of Trustee of Jefferson township. » R. W. MAURIS, Trustee*