People's Pilot, Volume 2, Number 28, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 30 December 1892 — Page 7

MATURE. <«mje 0* »oedsr barren actnsia tcld. Where *MR vinda blow, blrts sin>f, Kalas tall, eomss J ace, cor.ei spring, tti —eret many a year bath not revealed. There many a dewy dawn hath writ la red Md wane. and summer’s feet Left many an imprint sweet. Tet something longed tor borers still unsaid. Tib thousand sunsets have not waked to The western slopes, nor night’s Pale Hock ot stars the heights; ifte sea's kiss wins no answer from the beach Dead, silent, nature stands before our eyes. We question her in vain. And bootless strive to gain Her confldenpc. she vouchsafes no replies And yet. ofttitpes I think she yearns to bless And comfort man with sheaves To please him with her leaves- • The wildest blast hath tones of tenderness. And three are voices on the sea in storm Not of the waters' strife; Faint tones, as though some life Amid the tumuli struggled to take form. "There is an undertone In everything, That comforts and uplifts. A light that never shifts Shines out of touch on the horizon ring. t know, beyond yon mountain’s gloomy sides, There's semething waits for me That I msr never see—tosne love-alumined face, some stretched hand hides. Some spirit, something earth would half disclose. Half hides. Invites the soul TJato some hidden goal, frhlcb may be death, or larger life—who knows* —William Prescott Foster, in Century.

AMERIGAN PUSH.

By EDGAR FAWCETT.

(gPYRIGHT. 1891 • By the Authors alliance

CHAPTER Vlll.— Continued. When Mrs. Kennaird now drew near the great square over which loomed the light and pretty facade of the chief Itotel, she at once perceived that Kathleen was being a great deal noticed and <ilently admired. “Little wonder, too,” it swept through her mind, “for as she walks there now her form and face 'Seem to embody this delightful thing of •Chopin's that his majesty’s musicians are playing so finely.” And then Mrs. Kennaird approached her daughter. But before she could reach her side, old Mrs. Madison, with wrinkled face, gouty •tep, and a cane big enough for a British squire beset by the same malady as herself, came hobbling forward. “My dear Mrs. Kennaird, 1 don’t know how I can stay any longer in Baltravia unless you present me to your daughterly It isn’t only that four or five young men are always tormenting me •for a presentation to her, knowing that I know you. It’s that lots of tiresome -old persons like myself, of whichever sex, make my tife a burden with their longings.” Here Mrs. Madison shook her head, and so briskly that her goldrimmed glasses trembled on her high, --clear-curving nose. “Ah, Mrs. Kennaird, it’s we old things that are the wisest lapidaries for pronouncing on the color and water of that dearest of -all diamonds, youth!”

"My daughter will be charmed to meet you, and your friends, also, my dear Mrs. Madison, of course,” was the reply given by Kathleen’s mother. But while she stood and strove to talk blandly with this old alienated Knickerbocker (for who could forget that the Madisons were leading people in the palmy days of the Van Leriuses, and that a Madison once married a Van Lerius, as far back as 1796?) she was -secretly throbbing with discomfort and ■ chagrin. Alonzo Lispenard here In Saltravia! And not only that, but on terms of special favor with the king! It was •niin of all those delicious hopes! For the very moment that he heard Clarimond had admired Kathleen, what would he be sure to do? Prejudice his royal friend, beyond a doubt, against both herself and her child. Oh, it was 'too aggravating, too maddening! When she reached Kathleen, Mrs. Kennaird grasped the girl’s wrist with a tremor and force that instantly betrayed her trouble. “My dear Kathleen,” she began, “I have such wretched news!” “Wretched news, mamma?” “Yes, don’t stare at me. Everybody, I hear, is staring at you. There— I won’t clutch you in that idiotic style any more. You—you know, my' dear, that I—l have always prided myself on •my repose.” “Well, mamma?”

“Let’s walk along quietly toward the -hotel, as if nothing had happened. I’ve just heard from Mrs. Madison that your ■ Wonderful beauty and grace have set •everybody talking about you.” “And is that all that has happened?” Kathleen asked, with a decided languor. “No. I only wish it were! My dear .child, where did you think Alonzo Lis•penard had gone after—after the breaking"of your engagement? Don’t look demoralized, now! Answer me!” Kathleen had visibly started, and her change of color was manifest. “Gone?” she repeated. “I heard that he was here in Europe. You remember, mamma, something was said about an Austrian grand duke having wanted him to purchase works of art for his private but I never believed the report. It was sever confirmed. I—” “Kathleen! Believe the report now, •if you choose!” « “Believe it, mamma!” “Yes. But change the Austrian grand -duke to a Saltravian king.” Kathleen looked fixedly at her mother for several seconds as they moved still nearer to the steps of the hotel When she spoke it was clearly to show that she had in a measure •understood. “Alonzo is here?” she faltered. “Yon -mean that?” “He lives here, and lives under the -very wing, so to speak, of Clarimond. It seems that his friend, Eric Thaxter, •aent for him to come on here after the failure ” Then Mrs. Kennaird gave a few further explanations which ended t>y the time they readied the huge inclosed balcony of the hotel and ascended • its steps Kathleen sank into a chair, not trembling, but looking aa if tremors might at &ny-mozuent>begin> »

“We must go away from here, mamma.” she presently said,glancing up into her mother’s face while that lady stood in placid grandeur beside her. “We must go at once." “Oh, now, my dear Kathleen! You surely won’t he so foolish.” “He will think we eame solely cn his account.” “But I tell yon he isn’t here.” “Still, he may return any hour. No, mamma; I will not stay. Let us go to VaUambrosa to-morrow. We intended going there, you know, when you suddenly got this craze for Saltravia.” Mrs. Kennaird tightened her lips together, stared straight ahead, and gave not a syllable of response. Oh, of course Kathleen must have her own way! It would be folly to keep her here against her will, for that will had modes of making itself felt which coercion sooner or later failed to profit by. And to think that the presence of this detestable Alonzo should shatter such a lordly edifice of shining and prismatic dream! Ah, it was too hard rowing! In a certain sense Kathleen was right; the- horrid creature might think she had come here because of him, though any thrills of dignity on the subject would have been wholly idle if it were not that this bugbear was actually an intimate of the king. In that abominated capacity he was fate appointed, as one might say, to head herself and her daughter off. Scalding tears of ire and disappointment gathered to the eyes of Kathleen’s mother while she stood and watched the spacious hotel grounds, dotted with strollers and sweeping on toward the palace, white and splendid against its dark-green mountain side. She had raised her handkerchief, to brush away these fiery tears if in reality they should show signs of falling, when a kind of flurry among the people on the laurels made her curious to learn its cause. This soon became plain, as she discerned a group at some distance away, headed by a man of noble and gracious presence. She had seen Clarimond a day or two ago, on the occasion when Kathleen had so evidently won his heed, and once having seen, it was not easy to forget him. She now leaned down and murmured to Kathleen: “The king, my dear. And I think he is coming this way.” “Let us go upstairs, mamma,” said Kathleen, rising. “Or will you remain here, and shall I—” The words died on her lips, for just then old Mrs. Madison came puffing up

THE GIRL, LOW-VOICED AND SPURRED BY A DESPERATE SORT OF FRANKNESS, ADDRESSED ERIC.

the steps with a young gentleman of striking appearance at her side. “Mrs. Kennaird,” called the old lady, “I couldn’t stand the pressure of circumstances any longer. I’m compelled to beg of you that you’ll make me acquainted with your lovely daughter, so that I, can appease the longings of Mr. Eric Thaxter, who is resolved to know her or die.” “Mr. Thaxter certainly shall not die without knowing Kathleen,”, said Mrs. Kennaird, in her most dulcet tones. And then there was an exchange of introductions gone through quietly and quickly, as most well-bred persons manage to deal with such matters. Kathleen, who was one of those women made even more interestingly beautiful by weariness and pain, at once found herself liking Eric Thaxter. It had all come back to her that he had been “Lon-s foreign. friend,” and for this reason he was now clad with a peculiar enticement. While Mrs. Madison bowed over her cane and held converse with Mrs. Kennaird, the girl, lowvoiced and spurred by a desperate sort of frankness, addressed Eric. *T’ve just heard, Mr. Thaxter,” she said, “that Mr. Lispenard lives here, and with you.' 1 “Yes,” replied Eric, “but at present—” “He is in Munich. I’ve heard that, too. The whole piece of intelligence has given me great annoyance. I take for granted that he has told you of—of our broken engagement.” “Yes, Miss Kennaird, he did tell me.” Prepared though she somehow was far this candid reply, its gentle delivery sent the rose tints flying into her face. Her eyes moistly sparkled as she fixed them on Eric’s. “Oh, I’m so sorry mamma and I should have come here!” she exclaimed, though with a softness of tone that defeated her mother’s thirsting ear. “We never dreamed that he was here! I think nobody in New York except, perhaps, his sister, Mrs. Van Santvoord, really knew just where he had gone.” Then she drooped her gaze for an instant, and while she did so her observer had, as he himself might have phrased it, artistically explained her. “The face for a Pysche,” passed through his n>ifid, “and all the more entrancing because nature has gifted her with that divinest of charms—the incessant forgetfulness that she is so beautiful She doesn’t think in the least about the divinity of her profile. Self-conscious-ness, the curse of roost feminine beauty, has mercifully spared her. A woman like that, who treats herself as H she wwe a spinster of sixty, With defective i'

front teeth and a ftrfry tnofe cm chin, becomes an uncomeiouS goddess, I don’t wonder Lona adores her still, and I don’t wonder Clarimond is m-biny to know her." Bnt aloud Eric said, with his native affable bluffness: “My dear Miss Kennaird,it’s not a very mighty placet, after aIL Don’t bore yourself about Alonzo's proximity. When he knows that you’ve honored Saltravia with your presence, he will probably be quite too ashamed of his past misconduct to let you get the faintest glimpse of him. Oh, I know just how atrociously he'behavcd. He’s told me, and I’ve scolded him without pity.” Kathleen bit her lip and watched the speaker for an instant with searching and wistful eyes. “He’s told you?” she breathed. “Bnt if you don’t think me to blame at all, Mr. Thaxter, he—he must have given you a very generous version of the whole affair.” Then she drew herself up, and with almost a lofty calmness went on. "But we are going to-mor-row. We have decided to push on toward Vatiambrosa. No doubt you know it. They say it is so delightful, and quiet there. Retirement is what I most care for just now.” "Retirement?” echoed Eric with a mock gesture of despair. “And here I am. Miss Kennaird, come to you as an envoy from the king, who greatly desires the pleasure of your acquaintance.” Perhaps Eric had without intention loudened his voice a little. Anyway, Mrs. Kennaird heard all that he had just said; and considering the fact that Mrs. Madison had a minute ago uttered certain tidings of a most exhilarant sort to her, she was now suddenly transported once more with hopeful surprise. “My dear," she said to Kathleen, as the latter drew backward several steps, with a distinct show of reluctance, even deprecation, “I trust that if Mr. Thaxter wishes to present you to the king you will not hesitate to accompany him!” But here Eric shook his head and broke into a light laugh. “Miss Kennaird needs not to accompany me, by any means,” he said. “If you will merely walk with her down toward this little fountain where the bronze tritons are, I will bring the king to her.” Mrs. Kennaird caught her daughter by the wrist. She was excessively agitated, and showed it, to the great secret amusement of Eric.

“Do you hear, my love?” she almost stammered. “The—the king is to be brought to you!” Half descending the steps which he had lately mounted, and removing his hat as he did so, Eric answered in tones of courtesy as tranquil as they were careless: “Oh, I assure you, King Clarimond never permits a lady to be presented to him. He’s very royal, if you please, in other ways, but that is not one of them.” Pale, and inwardly quivering, Mrs. Kennaird still held her daughter’s wrist As Eric passed down to the lawns, her voice, with brisk, staccato whisper, shot into Kathleen’s ear. It conveyed but four words, yet these were pregnant with an intensity of desire and demand: “Come! Come, at once!”

CHAPTER IX Kathleen obeyed. After the ladies had left the balcony Eric again joined them. “If you will kindly wait just there by the fountain,” he said, point-ing-towards a charming aquatic design in bronze whose spirits of water had caught the slant sunrays and turned to liquid gold, “I will at once cause you and monsieur to meet And remember, please, we call him ‘monsieur;’ he prefers it” “And I am to speak with him in French?” asked Kathleen, somewhat nervously, “If you wish. I suppose you do not speak Saltravian?" “Heavens, no!” she exclaimed, still more nervously, and not noting the dry twinkle in Eric’s eyes. “The king will probably address you then in French. But if you prefer English he will accommodate you. It is one of the great self-delusions of his reign that he speaks English at all reputably.” Here Mrs. Kennaird broke in, with her blithest laugh: “Oh, my dear child speaks French very prettily,” and as Eric departed with a bow ishe turned to Mrs. Madison, who had just rejoined her, and said in a voice made purposely loud enough for him to hear: “What a delightful man this Mr. Thaxter is! No wonder the king likes him so!” Clarimond, who did everything with grace, soon had himself presented to Kathleen and her mother precisely as if he were some ordinary friend of Eric’s, with whom the latter had chanced to be moving among the paths. “Ana it Ail went off so easily!" as Mrs. Kennaird remarked after. “Be-

tore vre know Kathleen, be hail shaken bands with of us, and had asked you if you didn’t want to go with him and see the carp feu' in the great marble basin of the prendA* saur/" Kathleen and the king walked side by side, it is true, but they only paused for a moment to watch the carp dine, afterwards passing on to where the terraces of the palace dropped grandly down to an artificial lake, and a hundred windows blazed like huge diamonds or rubies where the westering sun smote them. Above, on the long marble balustrades, two or three peacocks were perched, one pure white as the sculptured stone itself; and below, half way between the lily-pods and the rustic landings, floated a few stately swans. Somewhere behind one those radiant windows the princess of Brindisi sat, and near her was Bianca d’Este. It was quite probable that the king knew he risked maternal observation during his present saunter with the young American lady whom he had sought to know. Since the arrival of his mother he had not presumed thus publicly to associate himself with any new foreign acquaintance. If Kathleen had been a man her disrelish might have had Its limits. At present there in her palatial ambuscade, with her cherished Bianca to share the humiliation, whether real or fancied, this disrelish became a boundless disgust • • • “It pleases me greatly, mademoiselle,” the king was meanwhile saying, in his flexible and almost native French, “that you should so care for Saltravia after so brief a stay here." “How can one help caring for it?" returned Kathleen, as they paused on one of the velvet-swarded terraces. Looking sideways across her shoulder she perceived that the same group which had accompanied the king before they met were following him now, at a distance respectful and discreet She perceived, too, that her mother and Mrs. Madison were also not far behind them. This was possibly what her companion wished. It struck her that he was a gentleman, this comely anij fascinating monarch, who wished thany things most decisively, and who had the art of making his desires operative with the same cool ease that beloutfs to the touching of ar electric bell an<3 ths summoning of a needed lacquey. “The weather here,” she contlxihed, “is always so enchanting." And then she looked into Clarimond’s face vith one of those smiles that his dlslik'i of commonplace women had even thus quickly caused him to feel was the harbinger of something at least quickened by piquancy. “I am already sure, monsieur,” she added, "that lapline et U beau temps are subjects which you control at pleasure. You keep the first amiably exiled and you allow the last, like one of your ancestor’s court-jesters, to do all the genial things that it pleases." Clarimond laughed: “No, mademoiselle,” he replied, “you overrate my powers of dqminlon. I’m more sensible than that far-away English king who commanded the sen to obey him,or that Persian one who whipped it with rods ” [to be continued.]

DANGERS OF CELLULOID.

lt Is Very Risky to Use Buttons Made of the Material, Mr. C. V. Boys Informs the London Times of the dangers to women through the use of celluloid buttons. One case has come under his notice, in which a lady, standing near a bright fire, had one of the buttons of her dress ignited by the heat, whereby her dress was scorched. Mr. Boys gives the following rough tests of the danger of celluloid ornaments: A gas flame was directed against ons side of an iron ring' the head of a common wax match containing phosphorus was placed on the ring about two inches from the flame, and a piece of the button was similarly placed at au equal distance on the other side. A second piece of the button was also placed on the ring, but at twice the distance from the flame. A small piece of paper was laid lightly over each. After five minutes, the first piece of the button ignited, and burned with a bright flame; after twelve minutes the second piece did the same; while, after seventeen minutes, the match head was still unchanged. On testing it with a light, H immediately burst into flame. A third piece of the button was pinned to the surface of an old duster, which for the purpose of the test was equivalent to a dress, and the duster was hung from a chair in front of an ordinary bright fire, but outside the fender, and at a distance at which- the skirts of a dress might any day be found. In two or three minutes there was a cloud of smoke, and a hole was burned in the duster.

Where Pepsin Comes From.

Not one man in a hundred who uses pepsin as an aid to digestion has any idea where it comes from or bow it is obtained, says the St. Louis Globe-Dem-ocrat. It is really prepared from the gastric juice found in the stomach of hogs, and the ability of the hog to digest anything anything and that will pass down its throat is probably what led to the somewhat peculiar idea of concentrating the fluid which makes digestion so easy in the porcine race. Hogsthatare kept without foefi and water for twentyfour hours before being slaughtered yield an immense quantity of gastric juice and correspondingly of pepsin. The fact that this article is so peculiarly procured and prepared should be very comforting to these who find it does not act upon their digestive organs in the manner prescribed.

Wood Pavements as Germ Destroyers.

One of the objections against wood pavements is that they form a nidus for thousands of germs, but a foreign scientist states that from the semi-absorbent and retentive nature of the wood, it can be made to hold the disinfectant which will poison these microbes. '■

One Good Quality.

Mrs. Minks—There’s one good thing about these matches. They alwayt make a noise when one stops on them. Mr. Minks—Yes, they are fust asset? m rattlesnakes.—M. Y. WaeMlr

THE LAND QUESTION.

Can the Populist* I.wad De Back to the Feet of Mount Sinai? From the September number of the Springfield (Ma) People’s Forum I clip the following. how ob hktbb: It you want to secure a home, or bar one or more farms as an Investment, now Is the Uhm to strike! Very soon Uncle Bum Call hough Hch enough) will have so more farms to give away, or subject to entry. In a very short time there will not be a tract of government land, of value for a house, to be had. Whew that time comes, you will simply have to buy at holder's option, and most likely at a greatly increased price. Buy while you may at reduced prices, and do not wait until all the bargains are picked up. We offer, eta, eta , „ The foregoing paragraph, so far as it goes, is a truthful representation of the present conditions and a fair statement of the workings of a system of land tenure the results of whieht in England, the English government is endeavoring to neutralise by loaning to tenant farmers money at a nominal rate of interest with which to purchase small holdings of land, the sale of which has to be made compulsory on the part of the small percentage of the population which csnstitutes the land owners of the kingdom of Great Britain. It is a very safe affirmation to make that the system of land tenure now in vogue, pushed to its ultimate conclusions, will take for those who-own the land the total product of the toil of the entire nation except a ‘‘bare subsistence” for the workers, and for capital, the lowest rate of interest that will induce its investment in productive enterprises. And we cannot flatter ourselves that here in the United, States such a condition is a remote contingency. Not only is there now ao government land that is fit for settlement by agriculturists, but we have already a larger number of homeless people than England, Ireland, Scotland and Wales combined, with a European nation or two thrown in.

Some time ago a writer in the North American Review made the startling statement that the United States is the largest tenant farmer nation in the world. Here is a list of some of the states as given by the above writer: New York, 39,873; Pennsylvania, 45,835; Maryland, 13,537; Virginia, 34,898; North Carolina, 53,728; Georgia, 63,175; West Virginia, 13,000; Ohio, 48,283; Indiana, 40,050; Illinois, 80,244; Michigan, 15,411; lowa, 45,174; Missouri, 58,802; Nebraska, 11,492; Kentucky, 44,027; Kansas, 22,051; Tennessee, 57,296; Mississippi, 41,558; Arkansas, 36,130; Texas, 55,54(1. Here are twenty-four of our leading states with more tenant farmers than England, Ireland, Scotland and Walea This, it will be observed, is but a partial list of farm tenants only, and does not include the multitude of tenants in our cities and towns. It can easily be understood that in this class are embraced the vast majority of our urban population, when it is stated that in New York city only 13.000 of the 1,700,000 inhabitants own any real estate, while in Chicago per cent of the population own all the real estate.

According to Horace Greeley, this is slavery. In a speech made in’ 1845, he said: “Whenever the ownership of land is so engrossed by a small part of the community that the far larger number are compelled to pay whatever the few may see fit to exact for the privilege of occupying and cultivating the earth, there is something very like slavery.” This condition of servitude, under our present system, must supervene so soon as the supply of free land fails, when those who are unable to buy land of those who claim the ownership of man’s heritage, must pay to those who thus monopolize God’s free gift just whatever they choose to exact for the privilege of living upon the earth. Moreover, the chains of servitude grow more and more galling, and the lapse into slavery more complete as the pressure of population grows more intense. The increase in the selling value of land is not, strictly speaking, rent, because such increase attaches as well to land which yields rent as to land which does not. Rent is all such wealth as is possible to be produced, or acquired, upon any certain location, which is above or tn addition to such a quantity of such wealth, as the producer or acquirer thereof is willing to accept for his services in producing or acquiring such wealth; This, it will be no ticed, has the same ultimate and produces the same results as the “iron law of wages.” Owing to the fact that labor has been displaced with laborsaving machinery, without a corresponding decrease in the hours of labor, to such an extent that there is an excess or surplusage of labor, the laborers compete with each other for employment, with the tendency that the regulation rate of wages shall become that sum which will provide for labor a “bare subsistence” of the meanest and poorest grade upon which any laborer is willing to try to subsist Even so with rent As the pressure of population becomes more intense and competition fora place to live becomes more bitter the standard of living is continuually lowered and rent claims an ever increasing share of the pittance received by labor under the operation of the iron law of wages. This, in its turn, has an apparent tendency to raise wages, by lowering interest and profit, so that in an advanced state of civilization (?) in a densely populated country, the land owners absorb the product of the whole community, except the minimum sum with which productive and distributive labor, employers and employed, can support itself in each individual’s respective class, or grade, of the several classes and grades into which labor has foolishly divided itself This means a minimum rate of profit and wages; while to capital is allowed the lowest rate of interest which will induce its investment, which is the reason why interest is always the lowest where land is worth the most money. Now a few figures to show the vast import and significance of this overshadowing question. It is estimated that the land values of the United States in 1890 approximated twenty billions of dollars, and that the average increase in the value of land is at least five per cent This meant an increase

in value fqr 1801 of one billion dollars, which vast sum was absolutely stolen from labor and is a sight draft which, if the laud is sold, must be paid in a lump out of theyear’s produets of labor, or if the land is not sold, and is not occupied by its owners, forms an addition of fifty million dollars to the annual item of rent which must be paid by the tenants of the nation. This assertion is based upon the customary predicate of five per cent of the Value of land a< the sum of economic rent And it must not bo forgotten that this is virtually eating a cake and having it too, because the five per cent, received as rent may be used, and yet five per cent in increased value will be added to the principal and interest (rent) realized upon it for the following year. It may be said to be ten per cent with five per cent of it compounded. This increased value is a curse rather than a benefit to all who themselves of their descendants expect to use and occupy land, and who are not in possession of a sufficient quantity of land toprovide homes for' a family for generations to come; Take, for instance, afarmer who buys land at 85 an acre upon starting out in life, and who, while raising four sons, sees land treblein value in the western country in which he lives.. With no better opportunities to make money, but on the contrary much poorer ones; with no more land than there was when their father was a boy, these four sons must each pay out three times as much money for a home as was paid by their father in his turn. If they each raise four boys to manhood w& have as factors the same amount of land as in the beginning and sixteen times the demand for it The result is easily foreseen and it is not a happy one. In the meanwhile there are conspiring causes which tend to force the small farmer who is a land owner to part with his holding and let his land go to swell the total acreage owned by the land monopolist who lives upon the rents he. receives Competing as he does with the cheap ryot labor of India and the peasants of Russia, the American farmer has absolutely no voice in affixing a price upon his products, while ft vicious 'monetary system, with exorbitant rates of interest, the demonetization of silver, mountains of taxation and rates of transportation which almost amount to confiscation, all conspire to make the cost of production equal or more than equal to the returns, and rob the farmer of the interest upon the money value of his farm. But as the land rises in value the taxes upon it increase, and the farmer is forced to sell that which he cannot afford to keep, and becomes ■ a tenant upon the land he once ownecl George 0. Ward.

INTERESTING LETTERS.

Hon. H. E. Tnubeneck (live* Ills Views M to the Duty of Populist Legislator*. The following letter from Tacoma, Wash., to Hon. H. E. Taubeneck, and his reply, will be read with interest by the people generally, and especially in states where the people's party holds the balance of power in the legislature: Tacoma, Wash., November 25, 1892. H. E. .Taubeneck. St. Louis Mo. Dear Sip-Will you please read the inclosed and give mo your views as to the effect the election of Palmer as United States senator from Illinois had on the F. M B. A in the state of Illinois: also as to the effect It had upon the two members who voted for Palmer who were members of the F. M. B. A. My object is to prevent, if possible, any of our members in the states from voting for either a republican or democrat for United States senator. Respectfully, yours, D. B. HANHAB. Marshall, 111, Dea 4, 1892. D. B. Hannah, Tacoma, Wash.: My Dear Sir—Yours dated November 25 came to hand to-day. Yes, the clipping you inclosed referring to the election of John M. Palmer as United States senator from Illinois is true. Moore and Cockerell were my two colleagues. The democrats had 101 members in the general assembly on joint ballot, the republicans an even 100 and the F. M. B. A throe. It required 103 votes to elect The democrats needed two of our votes and the republicans all three. From the beginning we three F. M B. A's entered into a solemn pledge not to vote for either republican or democratic candidate. For nine long weeks they stood firm. Victory for us was in sight We forced the republicans to come to our candidate, that gr-.zd old patriot, A. J. Streeter. The moment Moore and Cockerell discovered that the republicans intended to vote for Streeter, they deserted him and voted for Palmer. The Indignation of the people was so intense that they were both expelled from the F. M. B. A. organization. It is said that Cockerell was hung in effigy, then taken down and burnt on a log heap. There Is no doubt but what their action did more to disintegrate the F. M. B A organization than any single cause. In California, Wyoming, Montana, Michigan, and a few other states where a United States senator is to be elected this year, the people's party holds |he balance of power in state legislature, just as we three did in Illinois two years ago. The same oppbrtunitv presents itself to our party in those states as it did to us in Illinois. The great question now is, what will the people's party legislators do when it comes to balloting tor senator? Will they be big enough for the position they occupy? Will they remain true to the people who elected them, or will they disgrace their states and send men to the United States senate with a tinge of bribery attached to their certificate of election, as the state of Illinois did two years ago? The position our friends occupy in the different state legislatures is not an enviable one Anyone who hasn’t gone through'* contest of that kind does not know what he will have to bear. The future of our movement rests with them* they can either make or destroy our party. But it seems to me that anyone with the fate of Moore and Cockerell before him never will turn his back on the people who elected him. As far as I am concerned, I will say, give a crown pf honor to him who stands flrm, and an eternal curse to him who betrays us. H E Taubenxck.

It Won’t Go Around.

Jay Gould accumulated *4,000,000 a year from the age of 27 until his death. In round numbers this would be 111,000 a day or *450 an hour. If one thousand other men in the United States had gathered in as much wealth as Gould, there would not be a dollar left for the other sixty-three millions of people. Everybody but these thousand men would be absolute paupers, without a dollar of money or property. And yet there are persons who tell us that all men could dp as well as Mr. Gould if they were as industrious and economical. We are not finding fault with Jay Gould, for it is possible that the great majority of men would do the same thing under the same circumstances; but it does seem plain that every sensi- ■ ble person ought to be able to see that there is something awfully wrong with an economic system which enables one man to accumulate such vast wealth in so short a time.—Clay Center (Kxn.l Dispatch