Pike County Democrat, Volume 27, Number 42, Petersburg, Pike County, 26 February 1897 — Page 3

dl $fcepfcf®otratg§m«mt feL HcC STOOPS, Kditor and Profrlttor. PETERS BU RG, - - INDIANA. U"!1' .. ' "na POOR TIME FOR COURTING. C«l« Weather Not la Favor with Girin Who Have a Steady Bean. It was at a “home cookery” lunch room —one of those establishments where young women who are allowed threequarters of an hour at noon nibble their es&ramel cake with an exaggerated affectation of leisure and look easy superiority at the “half-hour girls” hurrying frantically over tea biscuit. Two girls, one with pink horns in liar hat, the other v.earing a somewhat startling green collar, sat at a

.Window table. ^ “Kitty’s engagement’s broken off!" sir nouneod the pink-horned girl. Her companion tui-ned pale and put <dcwn her teacup with a little clatter. •'What’s the reason?” she demanded. “Kitty says she got tired.” “Nonsense!” Then, with the air of gloom: n know what it is. It’s the weather.” “What in the world do you mean?” “Why. of course you don't*know! You have a home of your own—if you do have to work—and a parlor where you can see your friends. Kitty and l mini hundreds of other girls have to feoard. Have you any conception of what it is to live in a boarding house when you're engaged? Of course you haven’t. You’d better, pray that you never may have. It just means that you must do your visiting out of domra or not at ull. “In the summer time it’s all right. Jack and I used to have lovely times Sunday afternoons, and sometimes on , week-day evenings, strolling in the parks, and once or twice we took the train but of town, almost to the country—it was beautiful! But now—oh. you can’t imagine how hateful it is! And the weather hasn’t begun to be cold as it will be, either. In the first place, hardly any girl is so attractive fn wipter as she is in summer. Cold weather makes me downright stupid. JJy ideas teem to congeal, and then xny nose- get* a sort of bluish red. you know; And it’s so forlorn in the parks, dawdling down those icy paths, with the Wind sweeping off the lake and the branches rattling over your heads! Vgh!*’ despondently, “it’s enough to make any man want to break off his engagement!” “Is there anywhere to go?” asked the pink-horned girl, with syuipdthy. “Nowhere! \Ye tried the animal house one Siiji-hry for the sake >f getting wain:*.' Were you ever in the animal house on a crowded day? Well, if you went once you’d never go again! I didn’t know there could l>e such— I’ll leave it to your imagination! Another time; we tried the laifihi memorial ii ^Lincoln jsirk.”

"\vasn t that any Denser.' “it tvag warm, but there were crowd* of- people, and, besides. who could get Idea* or inspiration from a stuffed-gor-illa or t h** vertebrae of a 60-foot whale or the skeleton of a crocodile? They gave me cold shivers. “No! It’s hopeless! And—let me see —February. March. April—at least three months before the weather will be even half way decent! I sometimes think I'll tell Jack—goodness! It’s a quarter ot one! 1 must fly!” Aim the man who sat at the next table is 'tiS! wondering what Jack was told.—Chicago News. A HOME GOWN. Vujr m Hensonst*le Houiinni and Have a Dinner Frock. Ip this country, where money is more plentiful and so many pretty stuffs can be bought cheap, it's a good idea for each girl to wear a light gown at home in the evening. . it can be made of ehalJie„ bast isle, organdie, or any light, iuexpensive material, so frequently offered at bargain counters. Id making up these gowns, comfort should be the first consideration. Vet they should not suggest the wrapper in any wav, or they would not be suitable in which to receive the occasional caller. | Flounces are very pretty for trimming, j Two deep ones may be used, or several clusters of tiny ruffles. The blouse or surplice is good for the bodice, because neither is too tighl-fitting for comfort and both are simple enough far home ; wear. A pretty gown can be made with two ] dusters of ruffles on the skirt. * The back of the bodice is tight-fitting, with a. fichu around the nock which crosses In a surplice in front. The sleeves in j the model are tight-fitting, but a shirred j Tnouspuetaire would he more condu- j cive to comfort. The gow n itself is made of sea-green j chaliie. spotted with bunches in vari- j ous nasturtium shades. The flounce* * are of fine white organdie. Organdie is j also used in making the fichu for the ! bodice, and the flounces thereof. This j fichu is ieft open in front, as much or \ as little as one pleases, to form a V ot | the throat. The corselet belt is of the j chaliie.* This is merely one of the many ways for making a pretty gown for home wear by a pretty girl.—Philadelphia , t*rm. Fart for Eveslas Wear. furs are not only combined, but are j arranged with mousseline or ribbon * frills and even lace. A novelty, and one j that adds variety to the fur cape, is a ! wide scarf of white lace, which Is I . passed beneath the Valois collar and ! tied in a flaring bow, leaving the ends to float where they will. "Knots of flowers are tucked away in front.violets >j being the most favored. The immense grandmother muffs are further augmented in size by frills of fur placed on each end and lined with coloral brocade or satin. Entire animals, head, tail and all. are slung about the neck, giving the idea that the wearer had juat returned from the chase.—St. Loak 4afc>be-Democrat

“OH, I DUNNO.” Llndy’* hair’s all curly tangles, en her eyes es deep en* gray. Bn' they alius seems er-dreamin’ en* ergasin’ far away W*en I ses: “Say, Lindy, dartin’, shell I stay er shell I go?” En’ she looks at me er-smllln’ en’ she ses: “Oh, I dunno I” i . r ' Now. she knows es I’m er-lovin’ her fer years en’ years en’ years. But she keeps me hesitatin’ between my doubts en’ fears, En* I’m gettln’ pale en’ peaked, en* et’s jee* frum frettin’ so Orur Llndy weth her laughin’ en’ ersayin*: “I dunno!” . T'other night we cum frum meeting en’ I asks her fer a kiss, En’ I tells her she’s so many thet er few* she’ll never miss; En’ she looks up kinder shy-Uke en’ she whispers sorter low: “Jim. I’d ruther thet yer wouldn't, but— er—well—oh, I dunno’*’

Then I ses: “Now, see here, Llndy, I'm erwanttn’ yer ter state Ef yer thinks yer’ll ever love me, en’ ef I hed better wait, Fer I’m tired uv this foolin', en' I wants to he yer beau, En’ I’d like ter hear yer sayin’ suthln’ else but T dunno” " Then I puts my arms around her, en' I holds her close en* tight. En’ the stars away up yander seems erwlnkln’ et th’ sight, Es she murmurs sof* en’ faintly, weth th’ words er-comln’ slow: “Jim. I never loved no other!’’ Then I see: “Oh, I dunno!” _ —N. T. Truth. • IN COLLABORATION. Characters: Lionel Rous, author; Constance Carruther*. authoress. Scene: A room in a farmhouse near the little village of Femstone. He has Just tilled a large, old-fashioned grate with torn foolscap pages, which he Ignite* by means of a wax taper. Having assured himself that his work of demolition will soon be complete, he draws chair to table and preTiftNt tr» writ#* a lotfrr

^ 'cat; E (writes) — “My Dear Dick—News in miniature, for I am returning to Lomlon to-inor-s row (and shall see you within a week), a sudden resolve due to a tartly discovery

V that 1 am a mgger fool than you thought me. I came to this little village to write a novel amid the actual surroundings of a real drama --in the which 1 have imbedded my plot. Lodging in the same shanty is Constance Carruthers, the clever lady novelist; imagine, then, my surprise (not to mention my. forebodings and literary jealousy) when, during one of our numerous country rambles, I gleaned that she was at work upon a novel moved by the self-same motive as m'y own. Yes; she too had read the paragraph in the Moon relating to the village tragedy that had fired my imagination. and she too has come to Fernstone in search of local color. My dilemma is obvious, since there is no demand for two novels similar in plot and design. A survival of the fittest was inevitable. Keeping my discovery secret, t took clandestine advantage of my opportunity to peruse Miss Carruthers’ manuscript. Conceive the horror. pique, disgust, with which I discovered that her novel (nearly finished) was in every way superior to mine. It was a lesson in comparative incapacity. Reside Miss Carruthers’ story mine is limp and fatuous. Her style is as vigorously refreshing and her expansion of the motive as clear as one, knowing her, would expect. Undoubtedly the fittest has survived. My awn inept endeavor, seventy-odd foolscap pages, represent:ng nine weeks*'work, is now crumbling in charred disorder in the grate. (Goes to the fireplace and viciously prods the smouldering paper with a poker. Then returns to the table and continues.) I wish you were acquainted with Miss Carruthers; you would the sooner condone the weakness with which you chaff me. She is womanly in thought and act: yet I am timid in her presence. Her manner is impulsive, sympathetic, kind; yet in all the natural advantages of our position. I dare not w hisper that I worship her very shadow. Without being supercilious, she wears a superiority that defies one's amorous approaches—that superiority which jams the brake on my vanity. It says as plainly as words: ‘He who would own me must first prove himself worthy of the possession.’ I have been dreaming

that my noxel might accomplish something in that direction; but alas! If only her book had been a little inferior to mine—** (A knock at the door.) Come in. (Enter Miss Carruthers). She (hesitate**)—You are at work, Mr. Rous; I will not disturb you. lie (jumps up)—Merely a letter, I assure you. She (comes forward)—I only wanted to say good-by. He—Going away? She—In the morning—and you are not an early riser. He—You are going to finish your novel elsewhere? She—Finish—! (Laughs lightly.) My novel la already finished, thank you. He—Indeed! My congratulations. Mm re to idltowSton its publication. I wish you the success your genius de^ erves. ' She (nervously)—You’re very kind— but I’m afraid—that is. I’ve determined not *to publish that particular story. He—What! You don’t reallr mean it? She—I am serious; (quickly) hut please don’t request explanations. I haTe very substantial reasons. When will your book be finished, Mr. Rous? He It has been finished this ten minutes. Miss Carruthers. (Points to grate.) Absolutely, undeniably, irremediably finished. She—But—you don’t mean—you have burnt your manuscript? He—Behold the ashes! I am off to London by the morning express. She (imperatively)—Mr.. Rous—why have you destroyed your work? He—Because it was so very inferior to an existing story containing precisely the same motive.

She—I neve* heard ol the story. He—Yet you wrote it. I refer to the work of genius you have developed during the past few weeks. Yes; I deserve your condemnation. I read your manuscript that morning you took it out under the willow trees and wandered away in search of wild flowers instead of working. I happened along, if you remember, and found it by your sunshade on the ground. I scanned it well before your return to the shade of the willows and consciousness of my presence. She—Mr. Kous—! He—Don’t spare me. It was a breach of good manners, I admit, but from a previous conversation I had gathered that you were at work upon the very plot I was trifling with, and It was evident that publication was reserved for one. There is the result of my reasoniug (indicates the grate.) In vindication of bad manners I can at least urge that my judgment was discreet, and j that my curiosity was not based upon a mean motive. I claim your mercy. She—0, Mr. Kous. don’t appeal to me. My own conscience is far from free. He—In what way? She—Call to mind an afternoon last week when you slept beneath the apple | trees in the orchard, your foolscap and | fountain-pen beside you. I was reading I —close at hand—a book, before you rloxed—vour manuscript after. He—O! She—Tn mitigation of which I ad- I

vanee much the same arguments as yourself. From the conversation you referred to I suspected that my plot was your plot. lie—You read the paragraph in the Moon, as I suspected? She—And came here in search of local color. I sat in judgment, too, as you did. upon our respective stories, and— He—But yours was indubitably the best. She—I arrived at the opposite conclusion. Mr. Rous. He—You are mistaken. Your story was incomparably superior to mine. She—I cannot agree with you. He—At least you will publish your®, since mine is in ashes. She—If I must confess—that is impossible. Mine is at the bottom of the river. He—Never. She—Frankly, Mr. Rous, I was ashamed of mine after perusing yours. So T drowned it. as a boy drowns a rat with a brickbat for dead weight. (There is a long pause and much silent reflection. At last he. speaks, very deliberately.) lie—Must you return to London tomorrow, Miss Car rut hers? She—There is no reason for delay. J have finished my novel. He—The plot is really a good one. She—Wortliyour rewriting,Mr. Rous, indeed it is. He-^-It is worth the writing again, undoubtedly. I was thinking that if

“I NEVER HEARD OF THE STORY.” you were at liberty to remain here for a few weeks we might—collaborate? She (enthusiastically)—Would you really like to? ~ He— Beyond everything. She—I have never tried collaboration, but I think it must be delightful. He—I feel sure of it. (Five minute* later she goes, and he hastily finishes j i his letter.) ”1 have see$ Miss Carruth- | | ers. Dick, old boy, and am not comvhg I l>ack to town just yet. Will explain I [ more lucidly later. Miss Carruthera and l are going to rewrite our story— | | in collaboration. Don’t be surprised if I you hear that the collaboration is to j last.”—Black and White. Aw tasafe Criterion. A story is going the rounds which illustrates the vanity of estimating numbers by noise. It sets forth that a Yankee once went to a hotel where he tried end liked a dish of frogs' legs—for which, however, he had to pay a large price. “What makes you charge so much for ’em?” he asked the landlord. “Because they are scarce,” answered the hotelkeeper. “Scarce!” exclaimed the Yankee, “Why, I’ll agree to get you 1,000,000 of J ’em." “Agreed," said the landlord; “if you bring me 1,000,000 I’ll find a market foe them.” “All right—TO have ’em by to-night, | sure.” The Yankee went away, and at night came back with eight pairs of frogs’ legs. “Where are the rest of the million?” asked the landlord. “Well, to tell the truth,” answered the Yankee, “I formed my judgment of the number by the noise!”—Youth’s Companion. —The number of asteroids discovered up to present date is 423. A number of these small planets have not been observed siuce their discovery, and are practically lost. Consequently it is now sometimes a matter of doubt, until the elements have been computed, whether I the supposed new planet la really new, I cr only an old one rediscovered.

FOREIGN GOSSIP. —In the time of Henry YIH. tb« royal navy only numbered 14 vessel*. —A note of the Bank of England* twisted into a kind of rope, can suspend as much as 329 pounds upon aoe end of it, and not be injured. —The first book printed in England was a “Treatise on the Game of Chess," and a very wonderful performance it was thought at the time. —More than £ 11,000 sterling worth of silver is said to be wasted every year in the circulation of British crowns, half crowns, florins, shillings and sixpences. —Tumblers of nearly the same shape and dimensions as 4-hose employed today have been found in great numbers in Pompeii. They were of gold, silver, glass, agate, marble and other semi* precious stones. —In the reign of Edward III. there were at Bristol three brothers who were eminent clothiers and woolen weavers and whose family name wsa Blanket. They were the first persons who manufactured that comfortable material which has ever since been called by their name, and which was then used for peasants’ clothing. —Often, when the Chinese want to know what o’clock it is they will run to the nearest cat, open her eyes, and at once tell what time it is. This they do by observing the size of the aperture of the pupil of the eye, which they have discovered is of varying size at diferent hours of the day, being affected by the position of the sun and the character of light, even when the day is cloudy.

ELECTRICAL TRAVEL. Wonder* Being Accomplished la This ' Age. It is -only proper and natural that the greatest railroad-building nation should take the lead in electrical traction, and with conditions unrivaled for experiment and practical demonstration we would be unworthy ol the distinction conferred upon us by struggling ancestors if we did not. sustain our reputation. In, converting our steam lines, cable and horse-car roads into electrical railway® the question of obtaining the power from cheap and abundant source* is paramount. The success of the Niagara people opens up a field heretofore existing merely in speculation, and it has had the effect of stimulating others in original investigations and experiments to obtain power from similar sources. Vague rumors have been current to the effect that capitalist® were on the point of organizing to convert the power of the Mississippi, Missouri, and other rivers into electrical energy. It has been estimated that the tides of the North and East rivers exert a power many times greater than would be required to light the whole metropolitan’ district, and to supply heat for the buildings and turn the wheels of all the railroads and factories. The question of collecting and storing the power seems to be the only debatable part of the subject, and this is being seriously considered by inventors and scientists. A tidal water plant has been established at Borwers Cove, near Providence, R. I., where experiments are now being made to convert the energy of the tides into electricity. It is anticipated by the promoters of the enterprise that power, light and heat oan ba supplied to all the mills, traction companies and private houses in Rhode Island at less than one-half the present cost. It may be many years before we shall succeed in harnessing the tides along the two great oeeans that wash our shores, but they are sources of such an endless amount of power that the world will not be satisfied until they are controlled, or their utility proved' futile. The conversion of the energy exerted by the currents of our great rivers into useful power is limited only by the question of initial expense in establishing the plant.—George Ethelbert Walsh, in Chautauquan.

Went Them $80 Better. A few nights ago a miner from the north, who had lately sold a elaim, had money to burn and was in an incendiary mood, came down to Spokane to make the currency bonfire. He was rather rusty looking when he struck Spokane, but he was hungry, and, before going to a barber shop or bath, dropped into an up-town restaurant to get something to eat. There was but one waiter, and he, busy carrying champagne to a party a^’ another table, paid little attention to the hard-looking miner. Finally the waiter was called over, when the miner said; “See here, kid! Doleat?” “Sorry I can’t wait on you now,” was the prompt reply, “bnt the gentleman there has just ordered a fifty dollar dinner.” “Fifty-dollar dinner be hanged! Bring me one hundred dollars’ worth of ham and eggs and be quick about K! Do I look like & guy who can be bluffed by a mess of popinjays?” He was waited on promptly.—Spokane Review. She Didn’t Like Mustache*. “No,” said thedittlewidow, emphatically. “I will never attend another seance.” “Why not?” asked her friend. “Didn’t you have any acquaintances among the spooks?” “I am in doubt about the materializations.” “Not distinct enough?” “Well, it was this way. The medium said my husband was there, and wanted to speak to me. It was too dark to see him plainly, bnt I thought I recognized the outline of Jim and kissec him.” “And was it Jim?” * “That’s what I would like to know.* “What makes you doubt it?” “The spook had a lovely mustache." “O!” “Jim never had one." And the little widow looked'thougfc^ ful.—Sheffield Telegram.

■ — ' ■ ' /* AN UNFULFILLED PROMISE. B«w ti« People Were “Sold” kr tke McKialey Crowd. The general public.has become somewhat accustomed to the great disappointment it began to experience j shortly after the November election because of the failure of the promised prosperity to materialise, and, as a consequence, we don’t hear so much about it now as we did a couple of months ago. It having been settled that the promise of prosperity was nothing more than a bunco game, the people have philosophically set themselves to the task of bearing the hard times and the growing stringency as best they can, satisfied, at least, that they were successfully “worked.” Occasionally, however, we still find expressions of dissatisfaction; sarcastic comments on the gullibility of the public, and caustic references to the grand republican rainbow of promise, in contemplation of which the American people were so easily “sold.” Rev. J. C. Hogan, of Forest City, Pa., a Methodist clergyman, who is well known in this city, recently wrote a letter to the Cnrbondale Leader, bearing on the republican promise of prosperity, and the pith of his communication is found in the following excerpt: "I am looking for the ‘Advance Agent of Prosperity.* Evidently he is lost, stolen or strayed, and I want to send word to the public through your valuable paper. “A few months ago we were told to vote for ‘McKinley and Prosperity.’ The undersigned then stated that the people could get McKinley by voting for him, but doubted If this would bring prosperity. To-day reports from the large cities relative to the number of unemployed show that there are over 4.5CO.OOQ men out of work. There are 200,000 In New York. 150,000 In Philadelphia, 50,000 In San Francisco, 30,000 in Detroit. 20,000 in Cleveland, 15,000 in Cincinnati, 75,000 In Boston, and so on. During the - past few weeks widespread destitution has been reported by the papers. ‘‘Where is the prosperity that was to

follow? "It will hardly satisfy us to say that McKinley & Co. have not yet gone into business. Why? Because they told us all that was needed to usher in a paradise of prosperity was ‘sound money* and ‘confidence.* By ‘sound money’ was meant the ‘existing gold standard’ that we now have, and Immediately after the election Ignorant partisans and pulpit orators ’pointed with pride’ to the ’great boom in business’ as a proof that the announcement of republican success had brought us an overproduction of ’confidence.’ “But since the late lamented election many private banks, miscalled national, have gone republican, too. Over 30 of these banks at the west failed during the month of December. "Here In Forest City, preceding the election, many ‘patriots’ were especially anxious to save the ‘honor’ of the nation. They held a meeting in the opera house, at which a certain ancient ’statesman' discoursed on the beauties of sound money and confidence. The boys organised and sat up nights to sing for ‘McKinley and Protection.’ and they are now getting it at the rate of seven days per month. They even tramped In parades with the ‘bosses' In command In carriages. And lo! even the ‘bosses’ have now been placed on halt time. A thing which has never been known before the advent of the ‘Advanee Agent of Prosperity.* “That ’confidence’ game was a success in one way, but fails to work the other way. “I notice that many of the preachers who so sealously spoke and voted in favor ofs plutocracy are now asking their pew renters to contribute food and clothes for the support of poverty. It is good to feed the poor, but it Is better to work for conditions under which none need to be poor. A Just social and Industrial system would make this possible.’’ Mr. Hogan gives strong and graphic expression to his estimate of the situation, but his view of the case is not, in other respects, a whit different from the view entertained by the people, who are not saying much, of course, but who are perfectly satisfied that they were “roped in.” For it is hardiy to be doubted that the promise of prosperity saved the major and his party last November.—Binghamton (N. \.) Leader. POINTS AND OPINIONS. -The Ohio republicans call the Zanesville meeting a “love feast.” The emblem of love in Ohio is a knife up the sleeve.—St. Louis Republic, *• -As far as can be ascertained at the present juncture, the new tariff scheme most favored by congress is constructed on the old-fashioned, crazyquilt pattern.—Chicago Record (Ind.). --In 1896 we imported more raw wool by $26,343,804 than in 1894. And we exported more manufactured wool by $765,274 in 1S96 than in 1894. That’s how the Wilson law blighted the woolen industry in this city.—Utica Observer. --Those w ho are in a position to get in on the ground floor of republican protection, are now eagerly looking forward to the 15th of March, when an extra session of congress will begin to rip up and tear up along tariff lines. Prosperity must take a back seat for the present.—Binghamton (N. Y.) Leader. -In addition to a cabinet position the lumber trust is to be rewarded for its “campaign contribution” with a heavy duty on all the materials that are used in building the houses of farmers and artisans. To an old-faahioned moralist this seems a strange sort of compensation for the wasted forests, the denuded headwaters, the corrupted legislatures and the impudent purchase of public rights by bribery.—X. Y. World.

-On© Mr. Marcos Hanna nas oeen confiding to the benighted public just what sort of a new tariff we are to hare. Now will this Mr. Hanna confide to that public what district he represents in the house of representatives, or what state he represents in the United States senate? There is a vague sort of impression that congress makes our tariff laws. Whonell’s Hanna, anyhow?— Louisville Courier-Journal. -The beauty of protective tariffs is being strikingly shown just now, when the price of American steel rails is five to six dollars a ton below the English minimum and yet we have a duty of $7.80 a ton to protect our infant industry from the terrible foreigner. In a few weeks the foreigner will be complaining that we are taking his own markets from him, but congress ■null continue the duty for the benefit of tbs trust when it reorganizes to mulct the home connumera—Kansas •City Tinea ,

STICK TO THCIN LIE. Republicans Adhere to Their Do— trine of Pnl—heod. The' republican party, aa represented by Senator Platt and his organa, appears to be convinced of the correotneae of the old proverb: “A lie welt stock to is as good aa the truth.” Ignoring1 the well-known fact that, as Senator Cannon says, the ballots counted for Mo* Kinley were ostensibly or really for the promotion, of an international agreement to secure bimetallism, which the major's platform pledged him to secure if possible, the senator-elect in hie maiden speech laid down these propositions: 1. The financial question can be indefinitely postponed. 2. The Wilson law “shut down the mills and reduced the opport unities of labor and the earnings of investment," 3. The deficit was caused by the Wilson law, and the way to wipe it out and to increase the revenues is to pass a higher tariff law. 4. The tariff law must be “based hi every schedule” upon the principle of protecting the American manufacturer against foreign com petit ion. 5. The people are clamoring for the new protective and revenue-raising tariff. ‘ Every one of these propositions is false, as all intelligent men are ewara. All persons who know anything about the situation of affairs know that (1) the financial question must be settled immediately, and that every month’s delay in settling it will make settlement more difficult, and costly; that (2) what “shut down the mills,” etc., was the appreciating standard of values which baa almost destroyed the home market; that (3) the revenues produced by the Wilson bill have been larger than the __

revenues under the McKinley bill, the difference In favor of 1896 as compared w ith 1894 being1 $36,672,910; that the deficit wee caused by the McKinley bS% which was avowedly constructed hi order to destroy the surplus, and that, as a general rule, it is true that the higher the duty the smaller the revenue obtained from it; that (4) if the hew law, consequently, is to be based upon the principle of protection it will not yield revenue, and if designed to raise revenue it cannot be based on the protection principle, and that (5) the business interests of the country, omitting a few manufacturers and the unlawful -combinations in restraint of trade, would do almost anything to avert the continuance of uncertainty which the threat of tariff tinkering has produced. „ Doubtless Platt knows these things, too, for Platt is no fool. But the Canton clique is determined to pay no attention to them, and to go ahead diecharging its debts to the trusts and ran nufacturers, and Platt thinks it wise just, now to “stand in” with that clique as far as he can in order to get the federal patronage in this state. So he has adopted the clique’s tactics and is yelling at the top of his voice for more revenue and protection, in the hope that the noise will daze the people and prevent them from recollecting the facta and seeing how preposterous and dishonest the programme is.—N. Y. Jour* r.al. GENEROSITY THAT PAYS. The Deal Between McKinley *si Alarer. When the history of the McKinley campaign is written one of the most interesting' chapters will contain the story of how Alger obtained the offer f>i a place in the cabinet. .No one familiar with the career of Michigan’s great political plunger was satisfied with the explanation that ha was asked to take a seat in the cabinet in order to reconcile Foraker to Hanna’s ambition to go to the senate. The story lacked the essential ingredient of hn Alger deal; there was no boodle in the bargain. Far more convincing than the Hanna explanation is the information sent from Chicago that Alger’s name occupies a conspicuous place in the list of the wealthy and generous friends of the presidentelect who lifted him out of the financial bog into which he wea plunged by the Foster failure. It is a fair= presumption, also, that Algeria name is in the contribution book of the Hanna syndicate. Gratitude is a good thing, but is not Maj. McKinley’s gratitude for Gen. Alger's generosity too much of a good thing? A glance at the lumber schedule of the Dingleyftoriff bill shows that the lumber interests, in which the Alger fortune was made, are favored with rich plums. Gratitude slops over when the generous contributor is rewarded with both political honors and the gif* of a great deal more money them he paid out. Generosity pays usurious interest when the bread cast on the political waters returns in the form of pie and cake. Maj. McKinley is said to have all the men who dropped something into his contribution box slated for good things. His gratitude is creditable, but we must protest against his manner of showing it. If he pays all of them as he proposes to pay Gen. Alger, the American people will be bankrupt in honor and pocket. —St. Louis Republic.

—We look forward to a time, and that not many years in the future^ when the people, restored to political sanity by stern necessity, will place the real democratic party in power, and thus, under the operations of a tariff which will yield sufficient revenue to pay the expenses of the government, and an expanding* volume of currency, the country will be restored to prosperity, and the republic to its former glory and power.—Atlanta Constitution. -Good times have not yet come beck. The republican party is doing its best to defer their coming by entering upon a general revision of the tariff, the most upsetting and bnsinessdestroying occupation In which ft could have engaged. The fall elections will give the people an opportunity to pesa judgment upon this pulley <-*5^ XV Thm