Pike County Democrat, Volume 31, Number 16, Petersburg, Pike County, 24 August 1900 — Page 7

Ihe 3?ifer County gmnmt M. MeC. STOOPS, Kdltor and PtaprtolM PETERSBURG, t INDIANA. SHE LOVED HIM AND OBEYED. 1 !w0 a friend whose tried and trusty love I .tlacod all earthly thoughts and things above, v A twin soul, of my own a vital part. And as in soul so were we one in heart; Each leaned on each with faith devoid of fear. Each was to each a crystal mirror clear Reflecting every taate and inward thought. In the same mystic patterns deep inwrought; Each in the selfsame path of duty trod. And each held each as second but to God. tnd often as we mused in quiet eves, haring deep thought which loves and that which grieves, Again we pledged the fealty which knew No thought unsharedx in confidence most true; We spoke of mingled tempests, joys and tears. Of mutual trust, enduring as the years. Of firmly-linked connection, frieild to friend. Which neither time nor tide nor life could ! end; , And no new friend should ever come between The ones whose friendship should be ever green. Judge, then, my sorrow and my deep surprise y . When my twin turned to gaze in other eyes, To walk with a fair stranger, hand in i hand. In his embrace, obeying his command. Responding to his look, his loving kiss, Lnmindful of all else because Of this. Then at his bidding, smiling in content. She said farewell ahd with him smiling \ went ; Through unknown countries, far away to I roam, To dwell thenceforth within a distant ' home. I said “ tis well,” with tears and bated ; breath. Because this newer, truer friend was Death. I. EDGAR JONES.

tic: ouuiui oeu. AFTER luncheon the other afternoon Mr. Jobson walked out on to the hotel veranda, cast his1 weather eye over the wine-dark sea, gave an ancient mariner survey of thrgolden-cir-rus clouds overhead, hitched at his white flannel trousers in regular deepwater style and remarked to Mrs. Jobson, who was taking it easy on a wicker rocking chair: “You’re ready, I suppose?” “Re-ady for what?” inquired Mrs. Jobson. She looked exceedingly comfortable. “For that sail I was felling you about,” replied Mr. Jobson, ih an offhand manner. “I’ve chartered a boat for the afternoon. Wq’re scheduled to start on the cruise at two o’clock.” „ “Why, I don't remember your mentioning any sail to me,’’ said Mra. Job•on. “Don’t, hey?” said Mr. Jobson. “Well, that’s not up to me. You never were particularly strong in the remembering business. You’re going to get your hat on and come along, I suppose?” “I’m afraid of getting sick,” said Mrs. Jobson, looking very much disturbed. “I haven’t been in a sailboat since I was a little girl, and I got fearfully sick then. And you know what a weak stomach you have. Aren’t you afraid you’ll get seasick?” “No, Mrs. Jobson, I’m not afraid I’ll get seasick,” replied Mr. Jobson with asperity. “Neither am I afraid that I’ll get the bubonic plague, cholera infantum, housemaid’s knee or the mumps. The ocean hasn’t been built yet that ’ud make me seasick. .Never you ‘mind about my weak stomach. Any man that can’t stand a ride in a sailboat ought to be taking in washing for a living. I was floating around in sailboats, at that, when you were playing with jacks and wore your hair in two plaits down your back, and if I ever got sick in a sailboat there’s no record of it extant.”

-.But. i m sure 1 shall pet sick,” demurred Mrs. Jobson. “And I am feeling so well now that—” “Oh, very well,” said Mr. Jobson, .haughtily. “There’s no legal compulsion in this, you understand. Only I (believe that when a man neglects his business -for the purpose of bringing his wife down to the seashore with him, it isn’t exactly the real thing for her to endeavor to crawl out of all the •little plans he makes to get a little fun out of-the thing, and to manifest a determined disposition to spend about J4 hours a day sitting on the front porch with her hands in her lap, making mental comments on the togs of the other—” “Oh, I’ll go,” interrupted Mrs. Jobeon, and in a couple of minutes she was on her way to the boat with him. “It’s the usual thing down here,*’ •aid Mr. Jobson, “for a whole crowd of people to go off on these sailboat tripe, but none of that for me. I’ve hired the boat for us two alone. I don’t want to have a lot of seasick people aroubd me when I go out for a liitle sail, and women. screaming every time the boat is tacked, and that sort of thing.” “I’m perfectly 'sure that I shall get sick,” said Mrs. Jobson, weakly, when ahe stepped into the clipper-built sin-gle-sticker. L. “Sick nothing,” said Mr. Jobson. “This seasick business is all imagination, anyhow. If you make up your mind that you’re going to get sick .you’ll get sick just as sure as shooting, but if you set your mind against it, and $ust say to yourself that you’re just •not going io get seasick, why, you could go around Cape Horn in a cata- - maran and never bat an eye. All you’ve got to do is to decide firmly before starting that you’re not going to have a qualm, and before the cruise is over you’ll be Hoping for a storm so’s to make the sea heavy and put excitement into the thing.’’ •'Well, 111 try not to be sick,” said -

Jtf/s. Jobson, but site didn’t say it with, any great degree of confidence. “Weil, I know one passenger on thi. boat that’a not going to be seasick,” re^ marked Mr. Jobson, with a look of high resolve, as he stepped into the boat after Mrs. Jobson. ' The two bronzed youths who sailed the boat cast off the lines, ran up the sheet, .turned the boat’s nose toward the open sea and they were off. There was little or7 no breeze, and the boat rose and fell on the gentlest of shells. “Isn’t this great?” said Mr. Jobson, who sat in the stern sheets next to Mrs. Jobson. “Didn’t want to come along with me. either, did you? Want* ed to keep on sitting on the porch with your hands in your lap. didn’t you? Why, a man with seven different brands of stomach trouble could sit in this boat for a week right out in the midocean and never turn a hair.” Just then the boat got around the promontory' that juts into the open sea from the still water inlet. The sail filled suddenly with the fresh breeze, the boat gave a quick careen to starboard and then began to plunge merrily in the short, choppy sea. for tha wind was against the tide. .Mr: Jobson suddenly ceased talking. He looked0 toward the amethystine horizon and seemed to be buried iu thought. The sea became less choppy ae» the -boat bounded along, but the choppiness was succeeded by long, foam-crested swells that lifted the boat and dropped her as if she were a bobber in a rocky torrent. The spray of the foamy crests dashed over the starboard side, which was almost awash. Mrs. Jobson held on tight, but she looked delighted. Mr. Jobson kept his face averted from her. The meeting of the sky and the sea seemed to have a great fascination for him. “Isn’t this perfectly lonely?” exclaimed Mrs. Jobson. when the boat, in going about ontthe port taek. made.a great dip and scooped up a clear, green sea. “Why. who would h;vve imagined it could be so pleasant. I don’t wonder 1 the sea has such a fascination for sailors. il'd be a sailor if I were a man. And Pm not the least bit sigk. Isn’t it just splendid?” “Great.” gurgled Mr. Jobson, without turning his gaze from the liori- J zon.

“We’ll have to have a sail every day,” ! went on Mrs. Jobson. “Out on the water i yon can get the real ozone, and it’ll do | both of us a world of good. . It’ll give i us such fine appetites, too, don’t you think?” “Fine,” gasped Mr. Jobson, accl-j dentally turning his face so that Mrs. : Jobson could see it. Mr. Jobson was as i pale as a spook, and his features were j drawn into a knot. “Why, are you seasick?” Mrs. Jobson ! asked, in alarm, when she saw his 1 ghastly phi*. Mr. Jobson turned to her with a look of deep indignation. “Seasick, nothing,” he managed to

■SEASICK. NOTHING.1 gasp. “It’s something I had for lunch. Must have been the radishes. Radishes never did agree with me, anyhow. It’s a wonder you wouldn’t have warned me not to eat ’em.” Mr. Jobson was a picture of woe, but the boat didn’t take any aecount of Mr. Jobson’s feelings*, but continued to dash onward over the bounding billows as if she were in a race. “Is there anything I can do fo? you?” inquired Mrs. Jobson, anxiously, of Mr. Jobson, who had clutched himself around the waistband and sat, with an unutterably dismal expression, gazing into the water. “Lemme alone, that’s all,” Mr. Jobson contrived to gasp. “Just tell those fellows to turn their danged old boat around and head her for the land at quick as they can make it, and—” It was obvious that the radishes had disagreed with Mr. Jobson. He was a very sick man during the run to the inlet, which Mrs. Jobson directed the men to make in accordance with Mr. Jobson’s instructions. Mr. Jobson tottered off the boat when she was made fast, wabbled to the hotel, went to bed, and Mrs. Jobson put in the remainder of the afternoon applying iced water to his forehead and ministering to him in other ways. By dinner time Mr. Jobson was able to get up and put on his clothes. “The sea was so heavy,” Mrs. Jobson started to say to him in a comforting tone, “and it has been so long since you’ve ridden in a sailboat, that—” “That’ll be about all o> that, madam,** interrupted Mr. Jobson, sternly. “The next time that you entice me into eating radishes, however, when you’ve known for years that they always make me as sick as a dog, and then, on top of that, put up a job to get me out in a cockleshell of a boat on a mountainous sea, the newspapers’ll publish some details about the split in the Jobson family that will astonish you, that’s ajl, and I won’t be the one to be held up to public obloquy, either.”—Washington Star. A Good Trial. A good way to pick out a wife, ao* cording to a Scotch saying, is to choose the woman yovf would like to keep yon company through a month’s rainy weather on an island.

SPIRITUAL VALUES. Dr. Ttlmage Urges a Higher Appreciation of Things Religions. Earthly aid Heavenly Rlehe* Compared—The Inestimable Valae at a Haasaa Soal—Christ's VIcarloan Sacrldce. ' i 4 [Copyright, 1900, by Louis Klopsch.] Washington, Aug. Ill From Berlin, where he preached in the American church to a great congregation, comprising many of his countrymen who are traveling through Europe, Dr. Talmage sends this discourse, in which, by original methods, he calculates spiritual values and urges higher appreciation of things religious. The text is Mark 8:36: “What shall it profit a man iit he shall gain the whole world and lose his own soul?” Men of all occupations are to be found in the assemblies of the house of God, but in these days of extensive business operations a large proportion are engaged from Monday morning to Saturday night in bargain making. In many of the families across the breakfast table and the tea table are discussed questions of loss and gain. You are every day asking yourself: “What is the value of this? What is the value of that?” You would not think of giving something of greater value for that which is of lesser value. You would not think of selling that which cost you ten dollars for five dollars. If you had a property that was worth $15,000, you would not sell it for $4,000. You are intelligent in all matters of bargain mak-; ing. Are you as wise in the things that pertain to the matters of the soul? Christ adapted His instructions to the eirmiiustanees of those to whom He spoke. YY’hen He talked to fishermen, He spoke of the Gospel net.i When vHe talked to the farmers. He said: “A sower went forth to sow.” YY’hen He talked to the shepherds. He told the parable &f the lost sheep. And am I not right, when speaking to an audience made up of bargain makers, that I address them in the words of my text, asking: “YY’hat shall it profit a man if he shall gain the whole world and lose his own soul?"

I propose, as far ns possible, to estimate and bompare the value of the two properties. First. I have to say that the world is a very grand property. Its flowers are God’s thoughts in bloom; its rocks are God's thoughts in stone; its dewdvops are God’s thoughts in pearl. This world is God’s child—a wayward^ child, indeed. It has wandered off through the heavens. But about 1,900 years ago, one Christmas night, God sent out a sister world to call that wanderer back, and it hung over Bethelhem * onlj long' enough to get the promise of the wanderer’s return, and now that lost world, with softfeet of light, comes treading back through the heavens.. The hills—how beautiful they billow up the ecjge of the wave white with the foam of crocuses! How beautiful the rainbow, the arched bridge on which heaven and eanth come as»d talk to each other in tears after th< storm is over! How nimble the feet of the lamplighters that in a few minutes set all the dome of the night ablaze with brackets of fire! How bright the oar of the saffron cloud that rows across the deep sea of heaven! How beautiful the spring, with bridal blossoms in her hair! I wonder who it is that beats time on a June morning for the bird orchestra? How gently the harebell tolls its fragrance on vhe air! There may be grander worlds, swarthier worlds, larger worlds, than this, but I think that this is a most exquisite world, a mignonette on the bosom of immensity “Oh.* you say. “take my soul! Give me that world! I am willing to*take it in exchange. I am ready now for the bargain. It is so beautiful a world, so sweet a world, so errand a world!**

But let us look more minutely into the value of this world. You will not buy property unless you can get a good title to it. After you have looked at the property and found out that it suits you. you send an attorney to the public office, anc! he examines the book of deeds and the book of mortgages and the book of judgment* and the book of liens, and he decides whether the title is good before you will have anything to do with it. There might be a splendid property, and in everyway exactly suited to your want, but if you cannot get a good title you will not take it. Now, I am here to say that it is impossible to get a good title to this world. If I settle down upon it, in the very year I so settle down upon it as a permanent possession, I may be driven away from it. Aye, in five minutes after I give up my soul for the world. I may have to part with the world, and what kind of a title do you call that? There is only one way in which I can hold an earthly possession, and that is through the senses. AH beautiful sights through the eye, but the eye may be blotted out; all “captivating sounds through the ear, but my ear may be deafened; all lusciousztess of fruits and viands through my taste, but my taste may be destroyed; all appreciation of cultuje and of art through my mind, but I roay lose my mind. What a frail held, then, I have upon any earthly possession! In courts of law, if you want to get a man oft a property, you must serve upon him a writ of ejectment, giving him a certain time to vaeate the premises, but when Death comes to us and serves a writ of ejectment, he does not give us one second of forewarning. He says: “Off of this place! You have bo right any longer to the mm

possession.” We might cry ont: **I gave you a hundred thousand dollars for that property;” the plea would be of no avail. We might say: “We have a warantee deed for that property;*’ the plea would be of no avail. We might say: “We have a lien on that storehouse;” that would do ua no good. Death is blind, and he cannot see a seal and cannot read an indenture. So that, first and last, I want to tell you that when you propose that I give up my soul for the world you cannot give me the first item of title. Having examined the title of a property, your next question is about insurance. You would not be silly enough to buy a large warehouse that could not possibly be insured. You would not have anything to do with such -a property. Now, I ask you what assurance can you give me that this world is not going to be burned up? Absolutely none. Geologists tell us that it is already on fire; that the heart of the world is one great living coal; that it is just like a ship on fire at sea, the flames not bursting out because the hatches are kept down. And yet you propose to palm off on me, ,in return for my soul, a world for which, in the first place, you Ifive no title, in the second place, for which you can give no insurance. “Oh,” you say, “the water of the oceans will wash over all the land and put out the fire.” Oh, no. There are inflammable elements in the water, hydrogen and oxygen. Call off the hydrogen, and then the Atlantic and Pacific oceans would blaze like heaps I of shavings. You want me to take I this world, for which you can givei no possiuie insurance'. Here is a man who has had a large estate for 40 or 50 years. He lies down to die. You say: “That man is worth millions and millions of dollars.” Is he? You call up a surveyor, with his compass and chains, and you say: “.There is a property extending three miles in one direction and three miles in another direction.” Is that the way to measure that man's property? No! Y'ou do not want any surveyor, with compass and chains. That is not the way to measure'that man’s property’1 now., It is an undertaker you need, who will come and put his finger in his vest pocket and take out a tapeline, and he will measure five feet nine inches one way and 2% feet the other -wav. That is the

man’s property. Oh, no; I. forgot; not so much as that, for he doe* not own even the place in which he lies in the cemetery. The deed to that belongs to the executors and heirs. Oh, what a property you 'propose to give me for my soul! If you sell a bill of goods you go into the countingroom and say to your partner: , .‘‘Do you think that man is good for this bill? Can he give proper security? Will he meet this payment?” Now, when you are offered this world as a possession I want you to test the matter. I do not want you to go into this bargain blindly. I want you to ask about the title, about the insurance, about whether men have ever had any trouble with it, about' whether you can get all or the ten-thousandth part or one hundred-thousandth part of it. There is' the world now. I shall say no more about it. Make up your mind for yourself, as I shall before God have to make up my mind for myself about the value of this world. I cannot afford to make a mistake for my ’!, and you cannot afford to make a mistake for your soul. ■ Now let us look at the other property —the souj. We cannot make a bargain without seeing the comparative value. The soul! How shall I estimate the value of it? Well, by its exquisite organization. It is the most wonderful piece of mechanism ever put together. Machinery is of value in proportion as it is mighty and silent at the same time. You look at the engine and the machinery in the Philadelphia mint, and as you see it performing its wonderful work you will be surprised to find how silently it goes. Machinery that roars and tears soon destroys itself; but silent machinery is often most effective. Now. so it is with the soul of man. with all itstremendous

faculties; 4t moves m silence. Judgment, without av»- *acket, lifting its scales; memory, without any noise, bringing down all its treasures; conscience taking its judgment seat without any excitement; the understanding and the will all doing their work— velocity* majesty, might, but silence, silence. You listen at the door of your heart. You can hear no sound. The soul is quiet. It is so delicate an instrument that no human hand can touch it. You break a bone, and with splinters' and bandages the surgeon sets it; the eye becomes inflamed, the apothecary’s wash cools it; but a soul off the track, unbalanced, no human power can readjust it. With one sweep of its wing it encircles the universe and overvaults the throne of God. Why, in the hour of death the soul is so mighty it throws aside the body as though it were a toy. It drives back medical skill as impotent. It breaks through the circle of loved ones who stand around the dying couch. With one leap it springs beyond star and moon and sun and chasms of immensity. It is superior to all material things! No fire can consume it; no floods can drown it; no rocks can crush it; no walls can impede it; no time can exhaust it. It wants no bridge on which to cross a chasm. It wants no plummet with which to sound a depth. A soul so mighty, so swift, so silent, must be a priceless soul. I calculate the value of the soul also by its capacity for happiness. How much joy it can got in this world out of friendships, out of books, out of slouds, out of the sea. out of flowers,3 out of ten thousand things, and yet all the joy it has here does not test its capacity. You are in a concert before the curtain hoists, and vou hear the instruments preparing—tne sharp snap of the /

broken etrin,>, the scraping of the boo acroao the vi: 1. “There is no music in that,” you mj. It is only getting ready for jthe music And all the enjoyment of the soul ia this world, the enjoyment we tkbik ia real enjoyment ia only prepara : ve. You cannot test the full power of the soul for happiness in this world. How much power the soul has here to find enjoyment in friendships; but, oh, the grander friendships for the soul in the skies! How sweet the flowers here, but how much sweeter they will be there! I do no t think that when floweTS die on eivth they die forever. In the sonny valleys of Heaven shall not. the marigold creep? On the hills of Heaven will not the amaranth bloom? On the amethystine walls at Heaven will not the jasmine climb? “My beloved is come down into his garden to gather lilies.** No flowers in Heaven? Where, then, do they get their garlands for the brews of the righteous? Christ is glorious to our souls now, but how much grander our appreciation after awhile! A conqueror comes back after the battle. He has been fighting for us. He comes upon the platform. He has one arm in a sling, and the other arm holds a crutch. As he mounts the platform, oh. the enthusiasm of the audience! They say: “ That man fought for us and imperiled his life for as,” and how wild the huzza that follows huzza! When the Lord Jesus Christ shall at last stand out before the jindftiHides of the redeemed of He&veft and we meet Him face to face aid feel that He was wounded in the head and wounded in the hands and wounded in the feet apd wounded in the side for us. methinks we will be overwhelmed. We will sit some time gazing in silence until some leader amid the white-robeiTchoir shall lift the baton of light and give the signal that it is time to w...ce the song of jubilee, and all Heaven then will break forth into “Hosanna, hosanna! Worthy is the Iamb that was slain.” I calculate fu'ther the value of the soul by the price that has been paid for it.. In St. Petersburg there is a diamond that the government .ptiid $200,000 for. “Well.” you say, “It must have been very valuable or the government yroi M not have paid $200,000 for it.” I want, to see what my soul is worth' anjd what your soul is worth by seeing what has been paid for it. For that immortal soul th£ richest blood that was ever shed, the

uwpesi groan Taut was ever littered, all the griefs of *?arth compressed into one tear, all the sufferings of earth gathered into out rapier of pain and struek through His holy heart. Does it not imply tremendous value? I argue also the value of the soul from the home that has been fitted up for it in the future; One would have, thought thSfct a street of adamant would have done. No; it is a street of gold. One would have thought that a wall of granite would have done. No; it is the flame of sardonyx mingling with the green of emerald. One; would have thought that an occasional doxology would have done. No; it is a perpetual song. If the ages of H«eaven< marched in a straight line, some day the last regiment, perhaps^ might pass out of sight; but, no, the ages of Heaven do not march in a straight line, but in a circle around about the throne of God. Forever, forever, tramp, tramp! A soul so bought, so equipped, so provided for, inust be a priceless soul, a majestic soul, a tremendous soul. I was reading lately of a sailor who had just gpt ashore and was telling about his last experience at sea. He said: “The last time I crossed the ocean we had a terrific time. After we had been out ‘three or four days the machinery got disarranged, and the steam began to escape, and the captain, gathering the people and the crew on deck, said: ‘Unless some one will go down and shut off that steam and arrange that, machinery at the peril of his life we must all be destroyed.* He was not willing to go down himself. No one seemed willing to go. The passengers gathered at one end of the steamer waiting for their fate. The captain said: ‘I give you a last warning. If there is no one

here willing' to imperil hfs life and go down and fix that machinery we most all be lost.’ A plain sailor said: ‘I’ll go. sir,’ and he wrapped himself in a coarse piece of canvas and went down <md was gone but a few moments when the escaping steam stopped and the machinery was adjusted. The captain cried to the passengers: ‘All saved! Let us go down below and see what has become of the poor fellow.’ -j They went down. There he lay dead.” | Vicarious suffering! Died for all! * Oh, do you suppose that those people ' on the ship ever forgot, ever can for- 1 get, that poor fellow? “No,” they i »Ay; “it waa through his sacrifice that j I got ashore.” The time came when ! our whole race must; die unless some one should endure torture and sorrow and shame. Who shall come to the rescue? Shall it be one of the seraphim? Not one. Shall it be one of the cherubim? Not one. Shall it be * an inhabitant of some pure and un- ! fallen world? Not one. Then Christ said: ‘Lo, I come to dot thji will, O God,” and He went down the dark stairs of our sin and wretchedness and misery and woe. and He stopped the peril, and He died that you and I might be free. Oh, the love; oh, the endurance; oh, the horrors of the sacrifice! Shall not our souls go out toward Him, saying: “Lord Jesus Christ, take my soul. Thojfi art worthy to have it. Thou hast died tp save it?” God help you rightly to cipher out this sum in Gospel arithmetic: “What shall it profit n man if he shall gain the whole world and lose his own soul?” Tobacco seeds are so minute that a. thimbleful will furnish enough plants for an acre of ground.

DECLARE FOR BRYAN A&ti-Impcri&lists la Liberty CMgrew Favor His Election* Palter •* MeKlaley Aiaiaiitm. ' M»» Bm»4 Upon Imperialist!* Prtnolplea—^Philippine ui Chlneoe Trouble*. At the £r*t day’s sessions of the National Anti-Imperialist league, diana polio, August 15, the name of William J. Bryan was greeted with the wildest enthusiasm and the addressee of Temporary Chairman Edwin Burritt Smith and Permanent Chairman George 8. Bout well were interrupted by lengthy applause at every mention of the democratic candidate for the presidency. The minor speeches, those of the delegates, all favored Mr. Bryan’s election. Permanent Chairman * Rout well's speech is here given in part: "This Is an historic occasion. If the peril of this country Is what we think It is; if the question before you and before your countrymen Is the question of the continuance of the republic, then no graver question has ever been committed to an assembly of men or to the country. We are opposed to imperialism. We are in favor of a republican fora of government. We respect the teachings of our ancestry; the glory of tM history they have left to us; and standing between the past and the fu^tire it is our duty to transmit to posterity tho principles of the fathers and the institutions that they founded. That is your mission to-day as the representatives of 45 states of this union. "I charge that the policy upon which this administration has entered will mean the abandonment of the principles upon which our government was founded; that it will change the republic into an empire. The tirst of .the means before us for the preservation of - the union, if our ujJlegution is true, is the., overthrow q^dlnf administration. The Responsible. "We »re told there is peace In the Philipp, nes, and our tiO.OOO soldiers there aro merely performing police duty. Tho president has said . the Philippines are ■ours, and there will be no abatement of our rights and no scuttle policy. This seems to indicate that W£ have entered upon a colonial policy, i always follow the president by his doings, not by his speeches. When the speeches of men and the .-actions, of men appear not to - harmonize, I look to their actions for tho truth, therefore 1 have never looked to the words of President McKinley as presenting substantial evidence of what ho would, .do. I - am not able to explain the mptive of Mr. McKinley In taking this policy, i believe he is ’ the master

mind. in his cabinet, and that no thine has transpired except that which h* himself has originated. And he has carried it through thus far without interruption. He interpreted the protocol with Spain contrary*. to; Its language, and framed the treaty of Paris according to hjs .own ideas; and he has since interpreted his powers upon ' his own theory as to what he was authorized to do. He is the one person responsible for what has been done, and if we are opposed to what has been done, our chlet duty is the overthrow of the administration of which he is the head. The Chinese Trouble. * “The troubles in China have been aggravated and the missionaries and ambassadors of. the various governments have been put in peril by the policy of the United States. Is it not true that in the last ton years there have been statements again and again that it was the purpose of the various states of Europe to partition China? When we entered the Philippines it was an additional menace to the Chinese empire, and it has led to the revolution in China and put the missionaries and ambassadors in peril of their lives. Instead of "being a fortunate circumstance, Ahe fact that we were in ;he Philippines was the chief occasion of that revolution in China. I aslc. is Gen. Chaffee or Gen. Grant to be put under the lead of a prince of ths house of Germany, or on the other hand, is th< government of the United States to take upon itself the peril of allowing one of its officers to take command e; the troops of England and Franc* and Germany*, and be responsible for all the mistakes? If we. had treated China in the month of June as we would have treated Great Britain under similar circumstances, there would hava been no peril. If a rebellion should occur in London and our minister there should be in peril of his life, would we send a force up the Thames to bombard London? No, we would appeal to the different nations through diplomatic channels before engaging in a military •undertaking. Was it not a declaration of war when we' trained our guns upon the citadels of the Chinese empire? Who authorized it? Under the constitution, congress alone can declam war. Can the chief magistrate make war in tho absence of a congressional declaration of war?

nepuDiiean I'arty. “How is the overthrow of the administration to be accomplished?” concluded Mr. Boutwel). “In my youth I had no disguises. I turned aside and left the democratic party when it surrendered to slavery. In my age I leave the republican party, now that It has surrendered itself to despotic and tyrannical motives. (Great applause). I helped create the republican party* a party at that time of justice and principle and honesty. I now believe it is a party of in- «. justice and despotism, and I will help .to destroy it. And how? There is but one available means, and you know what that is. I am for Bryan. “We are to have a platform containing a plank against this administration, and I hope a recommendation to support Bryan. Next March I trust we will have an inauguration to be followed by a policy which will bring the troops out of the Philippines, diminish the death roll and the massacre of people in these distant lands; and we shall then set Up three young republics which shall gloryin their origin through the policy of the American people; raised from a condition of tyranny into an opportunity to govern themselves 'and to enjoy the fruits of their own industry, and to decide for themselves what their public policy shall be.” -In his public speeches and private utterances. Gov. Roosevelt continues to place very effective campaign ammunition in the hands of the democratic enemy.—Denver Post. -The cost of republican administration steadily increases; but, unlike the commodities controlled by the Dingley-fostered trusts, republican administration is not one of the necessaries of life.—Albany Argus. ——The Chicago Record says Mark Banna has not yet decided whether he will or will not have Colorado go republican this year. The esteemed Record is respectfully informed that the big boss is looked upon by tho intelligent Coloradoans as about on a level with the yaller uog under an emigrant wagon.—Denver Post.