People's Pilot, Volume 2, Number 42, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 April 1893 — Page 3

DER VATER MILL. I readts aboodt dot vnter mill dot runs der life-long day Und how der rater don'd ooom pack ven vonce id flows avay; Und off der mill shtream dot glides on so beacefully und shtUl, But don'd ros putting in more vork on dot same vater mill. Der boet says: ’was bedder dot you boldtdis broverb fast, • Der mill id don'd would grind some more mit rater dot vas past.’* Dot boem id vas peautiful to read aboudt; dot’s so! Budt eef dot vater vasn’t how could dot mill veel go? Und vhy make drouble mit dot mill, vhen id vas been inclined To date each obbordunity dot's gifen id to grind? Und ven der vater cooms along in quandidies so vast Id lets some odor mill dakc oup der vater dot vas past. Dhcn der boet shange der subject, und she dells us vonce again: “ Der seeckle neffer more shall reap der yellow garnered grain. ” Veil, vonce vas blendy, aind't id? It wouldn’t peen so nice To bate dot seeckle reaping oup der same grain ofer twice! Why! vot’s der use off cutting oup dergrass dat vonce vas mown? Id vas pest, mine moder dold me, to ledt veil enough alone. * Der summer vinds refife no more leafs strewn o'r earth und main.” Veil! who vants to refife dhem? Dhere vas blenty more again! Der summer vinds dhev shtep righdt oup in goot dime to breparo Dhose blants und trees for oder leafs; dhere soon vas creen vons dhere. Shust bear dis adverb on your mindt, mine frendts, und holdt it fast, Der new leafs don’t vas been aroundt undill der oldt vas past. Dhen neffer mind der leafs dots dead, der grain dots in der bln: Dhey pc th of dhem has had dheir day, und shust vas gathered in. Und neffer mindt der vater vhen id vonce goes droo der mill; Id’s vork vas done! Dhere’s blendy more dot vaits, id’s blace to fill. Let each von dake dis moral, vrom der king down to der peasant; Don'd mindt der vater dot vas past, budt der vater dot vas bresent. —Charles Follen Adams, in Boston Journal.

ALITTLE COMEDY OF ERRORS

By SSMORTON.

[Copyrighted, 1891, by S. S. Morton, and published by special arrangement.]

CHAPTER Vll.— Continued. North nodded carelessly and .stood for a moment contemplatively gazing out of the window; then, summoning all his resolution, he quietly approached the door and entered the private office of North and Wescott. His first impression was of a rather luxuriously furnished chamber, with easy chairs, a whist table, a shelf of novels and other similar adjuncts to relieve the severely legal aspect of the place. But before he could glance critically or comprehensively around the office, his attention was arrested, his faculties were absorbed by a startling discovery. Behind one of the desks, and evidently in rightful possession thereof, he saw an awkwardly bent figure, a familiar shock of dark brown hair, a familiar pair of English whiskers and eyeglasses. Tossing down his pen after affixing a few hairline flourishes to the signature that he had just scrawled on the paper before him, Mr. Wescott suddenly straightened up and met North’s astonished gaze. “By Jove!” was North’s mental ejaculation as he surveyed his brother’s partner with mingled emotions. “It’s Wee!” “What’s the matter, North?” demanded that gentleman, leaning forward with both elbows on the desk, resting his chin on one hand and directing a keen glance at North through his eye-glasses. “Oh, nothing at all, Wee. I thought I would drop in for a few moments and see how you were,” said North, as he threw himself into an easy chair oppo-

SUBVEYED HIS BROTHER’S PABTNER.

site Mr. Wescott and coolly returned his scrutiny. “Quite a condescension!” growled Wee, sarcastically. “Seen old Archer this morning?” “Oh, come now, Wee, why are you forever thrusting old Archer fipon me?” began North, waving his hand with an air of languid protest. “Because you’re so confoundedly negligent that you’ll not attend to anything of the sort unless it is kept before your mind,” retorted Wee’, sharply. “Oh, is that it? You take my interests very much to heart, Wee,” observed North with an indolent drawl which, as he perceived with secret satisfaction, was particularly exasperating to Mr. Wescott. “It isn’t your interests,” returned Wee, shortly. “It’s my own, which are being sacrificed by my business connection with you.” “My dear fellow, you don’t say so!” exclaimed North, lifting his eyebrows with innocently amazed inquiry. “It’s a fact! You are standing in my light as well’ as your own, and I say it’s a shame to sacrifice so many important interests to mere selfish indolence and mismanagement Here’s this note to Archer; no one with any sense would have indorsed for Amity, but you •wouldn’t listen to my advice, and so

you became surety for a man who finally rewarded you by running away when the note fell due and leaving you to settle with Archer. It’s a swindle, pure and simple, on Amity’s part, but since you’ve assumed the obligation you ought it in a prompt and busi-ness-like way. Instead of this, you have put old Archer off from time to time, always promising to attend to the matter and never doing it, till now the note is overdue by goodness knows how long, and the old fellow is raising the dickens about it all over town. If you imagine that you can manage, or rather mismanage your affairs in this way without injuring the credit of yourself and everyone else who is unfortunate enough to have any business connections with you, then you are vastly mistaken. It’s an outrage, North, and I protest against it!”

Mr. Wescott’s temper had gotten decidedly the better of him during this address, and the fact that he could elicit no response from North only increased his irritation. With a mighty effort restraining his strong desire to pitch the senior partner out of the office, the ruffled junior continued in a voice that trembled with suppressed wrath: “It’s all very well, Mr. North, for you to assume this air of indifference —it’s all very well for you to ignore my frequent advice and remonstrance; but in the very nature of things this cannot go on forever. If you are determined to let your credit go to the dogs, I must refuse it the company of mine. Ido not share your sublime disregard of public opinion, and my standing among business men is a matter of great importance to me. If this sort of thing goes on much longer I’ll dissolve partnership—l swear I will!” “Will you?” inquired North, provokingly. “Don’t, Wee; what would become of me?”

This was too obviously a satire, and Mr. Wescott’s anger rose to a white heat; but smothering it sufficiently to mutter: “It’s all very well, but there’ll be an end to it before long!” he returned savagely to his writing and vouchsafed no further answer to North. The silence which thereupon ensued was as welcome to the latter as Wee’s merciless attack had been unexpected. He allowed himself a few moments in which to regain his equilibrium (for, notwithstanding the calm exterior that he had succeeded in preserving, he had felt greatly disturbed by Wee’s harangue); then noticing on the desk beside him a folded newspaper, he took it up and scanned it idly. It proved to be a New York daily of recent date, and on the margin he saw Ollin’s name. Before unfolding the paper he drew from his pocket a cigar, and lighted it, so entirely from the force of habit and the association of ideas by which, in his mind, newspapers and cigars were inseparably connected, that he was only half cons<*ous of the act. With the first puff of fragrant smoke he had finally settled himself to glance over the paper when Wee looked up and sharply addressed him. “It seems to me, North, that you are trying to carry things with a particularly high hand this morning,” he exclaimed, sneeringly. North glanced up over his newspaper with an air of surprise. “Well, what now, Wee?” he demanded, holding his cigar lazily between two fingers and throwing his head back against the cushioned chair in which he was reclining. “Oh, nothing, nothing! As one of our future city officials, you are of course privileged to ride rough-shod over everyone else!” returned Wee, with chilling sarcasm. “Ah!” thought North, smiling a little, “Wee is jealous of Noll’s political prospects. Is that the sequel at the heels of all this amiability?” Then aloud he continued, with slight impatience in his tone and manner: l, My dear Mr. Wescott, are you not a trifle unreasonable? I give you my word that I cannot imagine how I have annoyed you now.” “It seems strange,” said Wee, still with the angry sneer on his face, “that you, who were the very first to insist |hat there should be no smoking in our private office, should also be the first one to transgress the rule. Yet no, it’s in character, after all —unreasonable and inconsistent to the last degree!” North instantly rose, tossed aside the newspaper and took up his hat. He was struggling to maintain an outward gravity that should conciliate the muchoffended Mr. Wescott, while inwardly he was convulsed with amusement.

“I beg your pardon, Wee,” he said, gravely. “You are certainly justified in complaining of me in this instance; but I faithfully promise that I will never again transgress my own admirable rule. Since I cannot forego the pleasure of this cigar, I must deny myself the salutary influence of your society, painful to both of us though thq separation be; Mr. W’escott, good morning.” Wee shrugged his shoulders with an air of supreme contempt, and condescended no answer beyond an inarticulate growl which might have been translated into a very unflattering comment on North’s deportment. Nothing daunted by this gracious benediction, North retired at once from the office. “So much accomplished,” he reflected, complacently, as he regained the street. “I have located Wee and safely passed through the perilous ordeal of visiting the office, and I consider that my position is materially strengthened by both of these achieyements. And now for a more agreeable duty. I must seek an interview with Mrs. Maynard.” CHAPTER VIII. Ham.—l will speak daggers to her. —Hamlet Ant. E.—l tell you, ’twill sound harshly in her ear. —Comedy of Errors. During the time that intervened between his leaving the office and presenting himself at No. 33 Delaplaine street, North had hastily arranged the plan of his attack, his own assumptions and conclusions being the basis thereof. There was a pitiless mood beneath the suavity with which, on. reaching Mrs. Maynard’s residence, he inquired for that lady.

Williams, answering that Mrs. Maynurd was at home and at leisure, took Mr. North’s hat with an air of great solicitude, leaving that gentleman to make his own way to the drawing-room and enter unannounced. Mrs. Maynard Was quite alone there. Leaning back languidly in a crimson fauteuil, with the train of her white •ashmere morning dress sweeping in graceful folds around her, she presented a picture that struck North’s artistic fancy at once. She was partially turned from him, as he entered; and, as she rested her head thoughtfully on one slender white band, the clear, delicate profile of face and figure in its perfect repose reminded him of an exquisite piece of statuary. He involuntarily paused to contemplate her; and, proof though he was against the fatal spell of beauty, even he, the cynical North, felt a singular thrill which was all admiration, but which might have been something else had the soul of an unspoiled man been in it. Suddenly recollecting himself, North advanced toward Mrs. Maynard across the rich, velvet carpet. The scarcely audible movement aroused her from her reverie. Lifting her head quickly she met North’s eyes; a slight change came over her as she rose to receive him. She stood for an instant ***** “neither self-possessed Nor startled, but betwixt this mood and that, Divided in a graceful quiet.” A delicate flush, a faint, sweet smile, a doubtful, questioning, wondering perplexity; swiftly as a ray of light or a passing thought these changes came and went; and then, as if by magic—so

LEANING BACK LANGUIDLY.

quickly that North almost doubted whether she had changed at all —a cold stateliness came into her manner, a touch of hauteur that made him feel as if an impassable distance had suddenly been put between them; as,acknowledging his greeting with a gracious formality, she said, in her low, flexible tones: “Is it possible, Mr. North? You never came more opportunely. I am suffering from ennui.” “You, Mrs. Maynard?” cried North, in gallant amazement. “Surely you should be exempt from that affliction; I thought it was the peculiar privilege of commonplace mortals like myself.” “Together with humility and all the other graces of character?” queried Mrs. Maynard, as she motioned to him to be seated and sank back languidly into the crimson depths of her fauteuil. “I always knew, Mr. North, that the latter were your peculiar privilege and possession.” “Is sarcasm an infallible antidote for ennui?” inquired North, as he wheeled a chair forward slowly and seated himself near Mrs. Maynard, while his eyes held hers steadily for a full moment by their direct, quizzical glance. “If so, Mrs. Maynard, proceed. Your most cruel satires will sound in my ears like sweetest music.” “Then I shall have no inducement to utter them. You quite disarm me, Mr. North. Besides, some mysterious intuition warns me that you have come this morning for something of far greater importance than a mere passage at arms. What is it, Mr. North? Word from'New York at last? Ah! 1 see that lam right! Tell nie at once, please, is the news favorable? Oh, it must be —I cannot endure the thought of disappointment!” The delicate color that had flushed into her cheek deepened now and her dark eyes were sparkling with excitement as, clasping her hands daintily, she looked up at North with a bewitching expression of hope and suspense. A peculiar emotion which was neither pity nor remorse, yet curiously resembling both, held North silent for a brief time; then, with his grave, keen glcnce resting on Mrs. Maynard, he answered, in a low tone:

“Unhappily for me, Mrs. Maynard, it has been beyond my power to control this case or determine the results to suit ourselves. But, whatever we may have to regret, our suspense on at least one point is ended, and on this we may well congratulate ourselves.” An expression of dismay, .succeeded quickly by incredulity, swept over Mrs. Maynard’s countenance. Leaning forward in her chair, she exclaimed, imperiously: “You are speaking in riddles, Mr. North! Pray tell me, to what important announcement are these vague and general observations the prelude?” “Why—ah—in fact, Mrs. Maynard, nothing could be worse;” and North, after vainly casting about for some happy phraseology by which to soften the intelligence, now plunged recklessly into the explanation. “Nothing could be worse than the news that Hopkins and Shepherd have sent us. It is my duty to inform you that a decision was reached in our case on Wednesday.” “A decision at last! and what is it?” “A deathblow to your hopes and to mine, Mrs. Maynard. We have suffered a total defeat!” As he spoke, in a cool, deliberate way, Mrs. Maynard sank back in her chair as if quite overcome by the announcement. Quickly rallying, however, she exclaimed, in resolutely incredulous tones: “Then we have lost our case? Oh, Mr. North, how can this have happened? We were so well fortified at every point, even granting their claims concerning the niece to be correct; so you have repeatedly assured me yourself, Mr. North —so Hopkins and Shepherd have reiterated again and again!”

A grim little smile crept upward from the drooping ends of North’s mustache and just illuminated for an instant the sharp glance of his eyes. When he spoke his tones seemed full of mocking sarcasm. “Well fortified? So we did appear to be. It was a strong case until the tearing and rending of our opponents began; then our really unsubstantial fabric went to tatters in an instant.” “Mr. North, what do you mean?” demanded Mrs. Maynard, while her beautiful eyes grew darker stilt with alarm and excitement. “Let me know the whole truth—the-worat that there is to tell! Speak plainly, if you please!” “I will do so, Mrs. Maynard, if you insist, although the plain truth is not always an agreeable thing to hear. In brief, then, the will that was put forward in support of your claim to Mrs. Dunkirk's fortune has been openly declared, and furthermore proven to be, a forgery!” “A forgery!” Mrs. Maynard repeated these words mechanically, as if she were unconscious of speaking aloud; then with sudden vehemence she cried: “Who says it is a .forgery! Who dares to say so? How can they prove it?” North was watching her closely, realizing with how much significance )ier words and manner at this crisis would be weighed; yet he was unable to determine the precise effect produced upon her by his announcement. That she was startled and dismayed he could of course perceive at a glance; beyond this he could not analyze her emotions Holding himself steadily in hand and continuing his watchfulness of her, he replied to her last excited w’ords with a touch of reckless nonchalance in his manner:

“Oh, the proofs are invincible, Mrs. Maynard. I, myself, see clearly now that it was very poor policy to risk that business.” He spoke at random, knowing that his first venture must be made more or less daringly in the dark; but no sooner were the words ultered than he congratulated himself that his random shot had hit the mark. “Poor policy!” repeated Mrs Maynard, in perplexed tones, while she raised her eyebrows inquiringly. “And pray, Mr. North, who sanctioned this poor “Precisely what I propose to find out,” said North to himself, with grim determination. “By strong implication, myself —or rather Noll. However, that remains to be established.”

Then to Mrs. Maynard he added, in his most conciliatory tones: “Oh, well, Mrs. Maynard, we can scarcely afford to discuss that point at the present interesting crisis. Of course, whatever has been done thus far has been undertaken with the very best intentions and a confident anticipation of success. A few days ago our position seemed tenable enough; now, however, since the case has been subjected to such a merciless examination, I see very clearly the weak and utterly untenable points. The fact is, Mrs. Maynard, that forgery, as I now perceive, was far from skillfully contrived, and the best we can say so the perpetrators thereof”—he paused just for an instant here, with a meditative little laugh, while he mentally commented: “There! I got over that very ndatly!”—“is, that it proves them to be rather inexperienced in such work. Now, let me go over the whole ground, Mrs. Maynard,” he added more seriously, “and point out to you the fatal discrepancies that ed to our de—defeat.” He had commenced to say “detection,” but just as the word was trembling on his lips he substituted for it the more non-committal term. Mrs. Maynard having assented silently to his proposition, he proceeded at once to his critical review of the forged will. Ito be continued.]

AN OLIVE PLANTATION.

It Need* But Little Care to Bring Forth an Abundant Harvest. The finest plantations of olives are in the Nablus district of Palestine, but nearly every village has its larger or smaller grove. There is no doubt, Bays the Detroit Free Press, that the olive tree is one of the most valuable products of the country, and that it could be made a still greater source of revenue than it is at present. It requires but little attention and lives and yields fruit even when neglected. It only requires grafting and a little digging up and clearing out, and, this done, it yields a plentiful crop in return for the small amount of pains bestowed upon it. The fellaheen say that the vine is a sitt —a delicate town lady who requires a great deal of care and attention. The fig, on the contrary, it a fell aha—a strong country woman who can flourish without such tender care; but the olive tree is a bold bedawije, who, in spite of neglect and hardship, remains a strong and useful Arab wife.

The olives ripen towards the end of the summer; the trees are then beaten with long sticks, care being taken not to destroy the young leaves and shoots. The fruit is collected and spread out on the roofs or other convenient places, and then put into heaps for a little while in order that it might slightly ferment, after which it is taken to the oil press, where it is crushed under a heavy millstone and, packed in little straw baskets, is finally pressed. The oil (zayt) runs into a cemented cistern, from which it is drrawn in leather bottles or large earthen jars for carrying away. The fellah uses it both for light and nourishment. If he has nothing better he contents to eat some bread soaked in oil. It is also used a great deal in town cookery, but as a means of light it has been almost superseded by petroleum. Much inferior olive oil is exported to France and Italy. The jift, or refuse of the oil, is used for fuel, having grea/ properties of heat.

Recklessness.—Clara—“You certainly must have some courage, Charlie. lou were brave enough to propose to me when you had only known me three days.” Charlie—“lf I had known you longer, perhaps I should not have been.”

INDIANA STATE NEWS.

Uncle Nathan Strawn, aged 101, died at his home in the northern part of Crawford county. I Every G. A. R. post in the county met at Huntington and organized a county bataliion to attend the national encampment at Indianapolis next September, and initiated thirty-six new • members. A camp fire was also held. Peter McDonald, at Lebanon, the other day, was sentenced to two years in prison and fined 1200 for shooting with intent to kill Bud Ghaut atThorntown last September. I Byron Cospor, son of a prominent citizen of New Waterloo, secured 11,500, it is alleged, by forging his father's nams He has fled. The IS-months-old child of Mr. and Mrs. A. C. Kisman, of Peru, while playing some weeks ago, broke a needle off I in her second finsrer, the eye of the needle entering the end of the finger and disappearing. The child did not experience any serious results from the ‘ accident, and nothing was thought of it until the other night, when Mrs. Kisman was undressing the child, she felt the clothing catch on something and the child scream and place its hand on her arm. Upon examination the broken needle was discovered about midway between the elbow and shoulder. i Jos. Clayton fell from a train at Valparaiso, and stuck a nail into hi* skull. He will die. I I. H. Longdon, a well-known editor , at Anderson, has lost his mind. I Prof. Jos. Swain was elected president of the Indiana university at Bloomington. He was teacher of math-

ematics thera I At Warsaw the other evening Mrs. Ed. Patterson started down stairs with her babe in her arms. Her foot became tangled in her skirts, and she fell headi long to the stone pavement, causing instant death. She fell on the child, killing it also. i Never before in the history of Bedford has so much activity been displayed in church revivals The Methodist, Christian, Presbyterian and Baptist churches are all holding a series of meetings. I The annual meeting of the Northern , Indiana Teachers’ association was held ' at Lafayette, a few days aga There were 300 delegates. > The first business session of the Southern Indiana Teachers’s asssoeiation was held in Wesley chapel, in New . Albany, the other morning Ove r 250 teachers, representing every city and ■ town in that section of the state were present ! The Doxey opera house at Anderson, ; one of the finest in the state, caught fire, and the entire interior was totally destroyed, leaving the bare walls standing. Both balconies and the gallery ; fell. The theater cost when built ■ <53,000. The fire originated from a gas jet on the stage. I Evidence accumulates to show that I Mrs. Minerva Wadley, who died very suddenly several days ago at Indian- ; apolis, came to her death by foul play. , The autopsy shows that sho died of i strangulation, but the doctors were unable to say whether it was from outside or inside causes. Two years ago Laura Newhouse, of Lawrence, sent a telegram to her brother, Thomas J. Newhouse, of Terre Haute, saying: Come at once if you would see your mother alive.” Mr. Newhouse claimed that the telegraph company failed to deliver the message on the day it was received at Terre Haute, and he sued for damages. The court in Vigo county gave him <4OO. The decision was affirmed in the appellate court, and a few days ago it was reaffirmed. Samuel and William Conrad, charged with murdering their father, in Boone township, Harrison county, March 7, were acquitted by ’Squire Kirkham the other morning, and started home with shotguns on their shoulders. There is some talk of mob violence. There was no direct proof against the young men. John Campbell, who was seriously injured while coupling cars the other night at Bedford, died from h’.s injuries. Fletcher Valentine, aged 28, a laborer employed at Gaar, Scott & Co.’s, in Richmond, fell thirty-five feet down a hatchway the other afternoon. He can not recover. The post office at Bainbridge, z ear Greencastle, was robbed of <9O. A la-ge amount of money was in the office, but the robbers failed to find it The people of Anderson are excited over the arrest of one of their wealthiest citizens, whois proprietor of a large slaughter house, for feeding his stock on dead horses. The new police force of Muncie succeeded in closing up all the s&loons on Sunday. The managers of the Indianapolis & Chattanooga railroad report that work will be begun within a few weeks, and that the road will be graded to Mitchell this summer. Mrs. Wm. Middleton suicided by ‘ jumping into a cistern at Booneville. It is supposed that grief over her son, who shot and killed himself sometime ago, was the cause. James F. Smith was found dead in bed at La Gro. He was an old soldier, j Mrs. James McCard, pf McCardsville, was killed during the recent storm by falling timbers from her house. i Dr. John M. Coulter has been placed at the bead of the Bay View Summer university.

“RAM’S HORN" WRINKLES.

The man who is always looking for mud generally finds it. * A kev that unlocks Heaven ought to fit any church door on earth. The world owes every man a living who is willing to work out the debt The man who controls himself makes unwritten laws for .many other people. I We are notin a condition to enjoy riches until we can be happy without them. Fill the place you now have more* than full and you will soon have a bet* ter one.

A SIXTY-EIGHT CENT DOLLAR.

There I, NoSnch Thin* *a a Natural Cent or Dollar By Which to Meas are the Value of Any Other Dollar. In the course of a letter upon the silner question, addressed to L A Na 5395 K. of L., Keokuk, la,, State Master Workman J. R. Sovereign says: “The effort to suspend the coinage of silver is prompted by a desire to limit the debt-paying money of the world to the metal that is most easily controlled by the money lender* It is a scheme to increase and perpetuate incomes founded on debt It is a scheme designed to force more bonds and mortgages upon the people. It is more. It is a conspiracy designed to appreciate debt and depreciate labor and commodities by forcing the payment of existing debts in a dearer money than existed at the time the debt was contracted; and to conceal the real intentions of the conspirators and give their cunningly devised scheme the outward appearance of exalted honesty, the claim is made that the silver dollar of 412 X grains is a dishonest dollar; that it is only a sixty-eight cent dollar; that it has been padded out with thirty-two cents’ worth of fiat, and that the poor man is entitled to just as good a dollar as the rich man’s dollar.

“Let no workingman be deceived by such absurd propositions. It is not the silver dollar that has been padded with thirty-two cents’ worth of fiat; it is the gold dollar that has beefi over-padded with thirty-two cents’ worth of discriminating legislation in the form of free and unlimited coinage and a onesided public policy that has discriminated against silver in the payment of government obligations, for the payment of which silver has always been a legal tender. The padding has all been on the gold side in the interest of coupon-clippers. The silver dollar pays just us much rent and taxes, and buys just as much food and clothing for the poor man us the best gold dollur thut wus ever coined. It is a full hundred-cent dollar in all the multifariousexchanges that administer to the wants and comforts of human life; and all this cry of dishonesty comes from the club rooms of associated Shylocks who have conspired to make it a sixtyeight cent dollar at the counter of the interest-taker. The whole scheme is a villainous plot intended to change th* standard of values in the interest of th* creditor classes and force from the industrial masses 32 per cent more labor in the liquidation of debts. “Every dollar issued by the United States is a hundred-cent dollar. It would bo as sensible to talk about a three-quart gallon as to speak of a dollar containing less than one hundred cents. A dollar is a unit used in computing actual value and is established by law, and not by the quantity or quality of its material composition. If it is necessary to put a dollar’s worth of intrinsic value into the material out of which the dollar is made, it then holds true that every gold dollar now in use is less than a thlrty-five-cent dollar, for the reason that reliable statistics prove that the average cost of producing a dollar’s worth of gold in thia country is less than thirty-five cents; and therefore the argument so often made that twentyfive and eight-tenths grains of gold is a dollar because it cost a dollar’s worth of labor to produce it, fall* to the ground. In fact the whole theory that every coined dollar should contain a dollar’s worth of metal is absurd, for the reason that there, is no way of determining whether a dollar contain* a dollar's worth of metal except to measure its actual value by the legal value of itself, or by some other kind of a dollar whose value is established and regulated by a law of congress, and not by its real worth as a commodity. If God in creating the first man, Adam, had said, “Let us put a man’* worth of clay into a man,” Adam would never have been created for th* want of a measure with which to de-, termine a man’s worth of clay. Yet a proposition of that kind would have been no more unreasonable or ridiculous than is the proposition to put a dollar’s worth of silver or other metal in a dollar. Weights and measures cannot weigh and measure themselves, because they are the product of law. Their accuracy . can be determined only by the law creating them. Eleven inches cannot constitute a foot; not because any material thing forbids it, but because the law forbids . it The inch bad its origin far back in the ago of ignorance and superstition, and was determined by the length of twelve grains of barley placed end to end lengthwise. But who in this age of enlightment would be willing to make himself so ridiculous as to assume that the ever fluctuating length of twelve grains of barley should determine the length of our unit of distance? Yet such an assumption could be no more irrational than the claim that we should ignore law and return to the ’ barbarous customs of the feudal ages in fixing the quantity of silver that should constitute a dollar, or declare a lawful dollar dishonest because its value was not determined by an exploded theory of an idolatrous people. “The relative value of money made from different kinds of material can only be influenced by the legal advantages one kind may have over another. If the law of the nation authorizes the free and unlimited coinage of one kind of metal into money and restricts the coinage of another and demonetizes the restricted coin in the payment of certain obligations, its value will depreciate and the value of the metal admitted to unlimited coinage and made, when so coined, a full legal tender for all debts, if produced in unlimited quantities, will appreciate in value because of its legal powers and privileges over the other. Herein lies the inconsistency of the advocates of a single gold standard. They are unwilling to restore silver to its equal legal powers and privileges with gold and adjust the ratio at which the two metals shall be coined afterwards.” ** —We are standing on the verge of the greatest and grandest civilization the world has ever seen. In the language of the farmer heading off a pig—-let ’er come; we are ready for it—Road.