People's Pilot, Volume 3, Number 17, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 13 October 1893 — Page 3

NATURE. To be with thee, O Mother Nature dear, Through glowing days of summer sweet and kind. In nrishsaent to note the wonders near, Is magic song and music to the mind! To roam thy hills, thy valleys stretching far, • To follow rivers reaching to the sea. To nurture flowers or watch the evening star, ■' May be the soul of art and poetry! So lives the lark that warbles all day long-. So blooms the lily fair, so breathes the rose; So willows list the brooklet's babbling song, So quiet stars in peace of Heaven repose I As showers feed the rippling mountain stream As seeds givo birth to beauty all divine. So life wi th thee feeds hope and love and dream. Till their immortal perfumed blossoms shine! Surpassing what our eyes delighted see, Perfecting pleasures senses faintly feel, ■Grand pictures rise above the verdant lea. Of what new worlds before would fain re veal! So time with wings robs earth of treasures rare Yet seeks to teach the while her mystic word Its whispered blessing charms the trembling air, Till poet hearts like ocean depths are stirred! Such soul afield, whose home is palace fair. May pluck wild weeds enticing as the light; He’ll let them go when once he enters there. When to the king love's kingdom comes to sight! So near to Nature's heart I’m near to God; My life a bird on paradisal tree. It wirtgs Its way where golden sunshine trod, It sings the bliss of all eternity! —William Brunton, in Springfield (Maas.) RepulicatL

WARING'S

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[Copyright, 1893, by J. B. Lippincott . Co., and published by special arrangement] IX.—Continued. •‘What swells you fellows are, F,erry!” he said, laughingly, as the youngster came dancing down. “Even old Doyle gets out here in his scarlet plume occasionally and puts us doughhoys to shame. What’s the use in trying to make such a rig as ours look soldierly? If it were not for the "brass , buttons our coats would make us look like parsons and our hats like monkeys. As for this undress, all that can be said in its favor is you can’t spoil it even by sleeping out on the levee in it, as I am sometimes tempted to do. Let’s go out there now.” It was perhaps quarter of two when they took their seats on the wooden be.'ch under ,the trees, and, lighting thev pipes, gazed out over the broad sweeping flood of the Mississippi, gleaming like a silvered shield in the moonlight. Far across at the opposite shore the low line of orange groves and plantation houses and quarters was merged in one long streak of gloom, relieved only at intervals by twinkling light. Farther up-stream, like dozing sea-dogs, the fleet of monitors lay moored along the bank, with the masts and roofs of Algiers dimly outlined against the crescent sweep of lights that marked the levee of the great southern metropolis, still prostrate from the savage buffeting of the war, yet so soon to rouse from lethargy, resume her sway, and, stretching forth her arms, to draw once again to her bosom the wealth and tribute, tenfold augmented, of the very heart of the nation, until, mistress of the commerce of a score of states, shfe should rival even New York in the volume of her trade. Below them, away to the east towards English Turn, rolled the tawny flood, each ripple and eddy and swirling pool crested with silver —the twinkling lights at Chalmette barely distinguishable from dim, low-hanging stars. Midway the black hulk of some big ocean voyager was forging slowly, steadily towards them, the red light of the port side already obscured, the white and green growing with every minute more and more distinct, and, save the faint rustle of the leaves overhead, murmuring under the touch of the soft, southerly night wind, the splash of wavelet against the wooden pier, and the measured footfall of the sentry on the flagstone walk in front of the sally-port, not a sound was to be heard. For awhile they smoked in silence, enjoying the beauty of the night, though each was thinking only of the storm that swept over the scene the Sunday previous and of the tragedy that was borne upon its wings. At last Kinsey shook himself together. “Ferry, sometimes I come out here for a quiet smoke and think. Did it ever occur to you what a fearful force, what illimitable power, there is sweeping by us here night after night with never a sound?” “Oh, you mean the Mississip,” said Ferry, flippantly. “It would be a case of mops and brooms, Infancy, if she were to bust through the bank and sweep us out into the swamps.” “Exactly! that’s in case she broke loose, as you say; but even when in the shafts, as she is now, between the levees, how long would it take her to sweep a fellow from here out into the gulf, providing nothing interposed to stop him?” “Matter of simple mathematical calculation,” said Ferry, practically. “They say it’s an eight-mile current easy out there in the middle ifhere she’s booming. Look at that barrel ecooting down yonder. Now, I’d lay a fiver I could cut loose from here at reveille and shoot the passes before taps and never pull a stroke. It’s less than eighty miles down to the forts.” “Well, then, a skiff like that that old Anatole’s blaspheming about losing wouldn’t take very long to ride over that route, would it?” said Kinsey, reflectively. “No, not if allowed to slide. But somebody’d be sure to put out and haul it in as a prize—flotsam and what-you-may-call-’em. You see these old niggers all along here with their skiffs tacking on to every bit of drift wood that’s worth having.” “But, Ferry, do you think they’d ven- # ture out in such a storm as Sunday last?—think anything could live in it short of a decked ship?” “No, probably not. Certainly not Anatole's boat’’

By PERIL.

“Well, that’s just what I'm afraii of, and what Cram and Reynolds dread.” “Do they? Well, so far as that storm's concerned, it would have*blown it down stream until it came to the big bend below here to the east Then, by rights, it ought to have blown against the left bank. But every inch of it has been scouted all the way to quarantine. The whole river was filled with drift though, and it might have been wedged in a lot of logs and swept out anyhow. Splendid ship, that! Who is she, do you suppose?” The great black hull with its lofty tracery of masts and spars was now just about opposite the barracks, slowly and majestically ascending the stream. “One of those big British freight steamers that moor there below the French market, I reckon. They Seldom come up at night unless it’s in the full of the moon, and even then they move with the utmost caution. See, she’s slowing up now.” “Hello! Listen! What’s that?” exclaimed Ferry, starting to his feet A distant, muffled cry. A distant shot. The sentry at the sally-port dashed through the echoing vault, then bang! came the loud roar of his piece, followed by the yell of: “Fire! fire! The guard!” With one spring Ferry was down the levee and darted like a deer across the read, Kinsey lumbering heavily after; Even as he sped through the stoneflagged way, the hoarse roar of the drum at the guard-house, followed instantly by the blare of the bugle from the battery quarters, sounded the stirring alarm. A shrill, agonized female voice was madly screaming for help. Guards and sentries were rushing to the scene, and flames were bursting from the front window of Doyle’s quarters. Swift though Ferry ran, others were closer to the spot. Half a dozen active young soldiers, members of the infantry guard, had sprung to the rescue. When Ferry dashed up to the gallefy he was just in time to stumble over a writhing and prostrate form, to help extinguish the blazing clothing of another, to seize his water backet and

“THIS LETTER CAME TO BRASTON BY HAND, NOT BY MAIL.”

douse its contents over a third—one yelling, the others stupefied by smoke —or something. In less time than it takes to tell it, daring fellows had ripped down the blazing shades and shutters, tossed them to the parade beneath, dumped a heap of soaked and smoking bedding out of the rear windows, splashed a few bucketfuls of water about the reeking room, and the fire was out. But the doctors were working their best to bring back the spark of life to two senseless forms, and to still the shrieks of agony that burst from th* reared and blistered lips of Bridget tJoyia While willing hands bore these scorched semblances of humanity to neighboring rooms and tender-hearted women hurried to add their ministering touch,and old Braxton ordered the excited garrison back to quarters and bed, he, with Cram and Kinsey and Ferry, made prompt examination of the premises. On the table two whisky bottles, one empty, one nearly full, that Dr. Potts declared were not there when he left at one. On the mantel a phial of chloroform, which was also not there before. But a towel soaked with the stifling contents lay on the floor by Jim’s rude pallet, and a handkerchief half soaked, half consumed, was on the chair which had stood by the bedside among the fragments of an overturned kerosene lamp. A quick examination of the patients showed that Jim, the negro, had been chloroformed and was not burned at all, that Doyle was severely burned and had probably inhaled flames, and that the woman was crazed with drink, terror and burns combined. It took the efforts of two or three men and the influence of powerful opiates to quiet her. Taxed with negligence or complicity on the part of the sentry, the sergeant of the guard repudiated the idea, and assured Col. Braxton that it was an easy matter for anyone to get either in or out of the garrison, without encountering the sentry, and taking his lantern led the way to the hospital grounds by a winding footpath among the trees to a point in the high white picket fence where two slats had been shoved aside. Anyone coming along the street without could pass far beyond the ken of the sentry at the west gate, and slip in with the utmost ease, and once inside all that was necessary was to dodge possible reliefs and patrols. No sentry was posted at the gate through the wall that separated the garrison proper from the hospital grounds. Asked why he had not reported this, the sergeant smiled and said there were a dozen others just as convenient, so what was the use? He did not say, however, that he and his fellows had recourse to them night after night. It was three o’clock when theofficera’ families got fairly settled down

again and back to their beds, and the silence of night once more reigned over Jackson barracks. One would suppose that such a scene of terror and excitement was enough, and that now the trembling, frightened women might be allowed to sleep in peace; but it was not to be. Hardly had one of their number closed her eyes, hardly had all the flickering lights, save those at the hospital and guardhouse, been downed again, when the strained nerves of the occupants of the officers’ quadrangle were jumped into mad jangling once more and aH the barracks aroused a second time, and this, too, by a woman’s shriek of horror. Mrs. Conroy, a delicate, fragile little body, wife of a junior lieutenant of infantry occupying a set of quarters in the same building with, but at the opposite end from, Pierce and Waring, was found lying senseless at the head of the gaUery stairs. When revived, amid tears and tremblings and incoherent exclamations she declared that she had gone down to the big ice-chest on the ground-floor to get some milk for her nervous and frightened child and was hurrying noiselessly up the stairs again—the only means of communication between the first and second’floors— when, face to face, in front of his door, she came upon Mr. Waring, or his ghost; that his eyes were fixed and glassy; that he did not seem to see her even when he spoke, for speak he did. His voice sounded like a moan of anguish, she said, but the words were distinct: “Where is my knife? ’ Who has taken my knife?” And then little Pierce, who had helped to raise and carry the stricken woman to her room, suddenly darted out on the gallery and ran along to the door he had closed four hours earlier. It was open. Striking a match, he hurried through into the chamber beyond, and there, face downward upon the bed, lay his friend and comrade Waring, moaning like one in the delirium of fever. X Lieut. Reynolds was seated at his desk at department headquarters

about nine o’clock that morning when an orderly in light-battery dress dismounted at the banquette and came up the stairs three at a jump. “Capt. Cram’s compliments, sir, and this is immediate,” he reported, as he held forth a note. Reynolds tore it open, read it hastily through, then said: “Go and fetch me a cab quick as you can,” and disappeared in the general’s room. Half an hour later he was spinning down the levee' towards the French market, and before ten o’clock was seated in the captain’s cabin of the big British steamer Ambassador, which had arrived at her moorings during the night. Cram and Kinsey were already there, and to them the skipper was telling his story. Off the Tortugas, just about as they had shaped their course for the Belize, they were hailed by the little steamer Tampa, bound from. New Orleans to Havana. The sea wls calm, and a boat put off from the Tampa and came alongside, and presently a gentleman was assisted aboard. He seemed weak from illness, but explained that he was Lieut. Waring, of the United States artillery, had been accidentally carried off to sea, and the Ambassador was the first inward-bound ship they had sighted since crossing the bar. He would be most thankful for a passage back to New Orleans. Capt. Baird had welcomed him with the heartiness of the British tar, and made him at home in his cabin. The lieutenant was evidently far from well, and seemed somewhat dazed and mentally distressed. He could give no account of his mishap other than that told him by the officers of the Tampa, which had lain to when overtaken by the gale on Saturday night, and on Sunday morning when they resumed their course downstream they overhauled a light skiff and were surprised to find a man aboard, drenched and senseless. “The left side of his face was badly bruised and discolored, even when he came to us,” said Baird, “and he must have been slugged and robbed, for his watch, his seal-ring and what little money he had were all gone.” The second officer of the Tampa had fitted him out with a clean shirt, and the steward dried his clothing as best he could, but the coat was stained and' clotted with blood. Mr. Waring had slept heavily much of the way back until passed Pilot Town. Then he was up and dressed Thursday afternoon, and seemingly in better spirits, when he picked up a copy of the New Orleans Picayune which the pilot had left aboard,' and was reading that, when suddenly he started to his feet with an exclamation of amaze, and, when the captain turned to see what was the matter, Waring was ghastlj pale and fearfully excited by something he had read. He hid the paper under his coat and sprang up on deck and paced nervously to and fro for

hours, and began to grow ao ill, apparently, that Capt Baird was much worried. At night he begged to be put ashore at the barracks instead of going on up to town, and Baird had become so troubled about him that he sent his second officer in the gig with him, landed him on the levee opposite the sally-port, and there, thanking them heartily, but declining further assistance, Waring had hurried through the entrance into the barrack square. Mr. Royce, the second officer, said there was considerable excitement, beating of drums and sounding of bugles, at the post, as they rowed towards the shore. He did not learn the cause. Capt. Baird was most anxious to learn if the gentleman had safely reached his destination. Cram replied that he had, but in a state bordering on delirium and unable to give any coherent account of himself. He could tell he had been aboard the Ambassador and the Tampa, but that was about all. And then they told Baird that what Waring probably saw was Wednesday’s paper with the details of the inquest on the body of Lascelles and the chain of evidence pointing to himself as the murderer. This caused honest Capt Baird to lay ten to one he wasn’t, and five to one he’d never heard of it till he got the paper above Pilot Town. Whereupon all three officers clapped the Briton on the back and shook him by the hand and begged his company to dinner at the barracks and at Moreau’s; and then, while Reynolds sped to the police office and Kinsey back to Col. Braxton, whom he represented at the interview, Cram remounted, and, followed by the faithful Jeffers, trotted up Rampart street and sent in his card to Mme. Lascelles, and madame’s maid brought back reply that she was still too shocked and stricken to receive visitors. So also did Mme. d’Hervilly deny herself, and Cram rode home to Nell. [TO Bl OONTINUID.]

WAYS OF HER OWN.

California Hu the Name of Being Unlike Other States. “I have just returned from California,” said a resident of Louisville, Ky., the othe%day. “It was my first visit to the land of Sunol and Stanford, and I may say I learned something new. The state is so far removed from the center of finance and commerce that the people have set up a little stock of habits and notions of their own, and outsiders who do not fit this standard, no matter what their ability or prestige given them by the north, seqith and east, are more than likely to be ridiculed or denounced, or both. I have in mind at this moment an actress whose success in the east was pronounced. She went direct from New York to Chicago, and from there to St. Louis. An ovation greeted her everywhere. From the latter city she went to San Francisco, her coming heralded by the telegraph. On the first night she encountered an audience of graven images. She was nerved to superhuman exertions by the coldness of her auditors and acted in better form and in greater spirit than ever before in her career. At the end of the first act a few scattered bits of applause could be heard but that was all. To the end of the play she continued her exertions, but the result was the same. The next morning the papers literally flayed her alive. The critics cut her up in small pieces with their caustic pens; they sneered at th® other critics who had presumed to make of her a public ideal, decried her merits where others had pointed out and praised them, and in every conceivable way opposed the position taken by those who had preceded them. The actress’ manager had intended a three weeks’ stay for his star, but he was glad to get out after the three days. She returned to St. Louis and repeated her success, all the more significant because of the poor treatment accorded her in the Pacific state. Though this occurred twelve years ago she has not been in California since, and probably will not set foot in it again during her life. “California and her people are not tn sympathy with the rest of the country and I think it is because of the thousands of miles that intervene between. She is like another nation in many ways?’

Temperatures of the Poles.

The southern hemisphere is colder than the northern hemisphere, or rather the summers are much colder and the winters a few degrees warmer, the reason being that at the North pole much of the ice which forms is held in by the land, while at the south pole, there being very little land, the ice forms and then floats toward the equator, chilling the continents it passes. The greater quantity of water in the southern hemisphere is a reason of its more equable climate, and the fact that the sun spends eight days more on the northern sid<J of the equator than he does on the routbern accounts for the average temperature in the south falling below thftt at the north.

The Old Recipe.

“When I go shooting for birds.” said Wallie, “I’m not going to use shot to kill ’em with. I’m going to catch ’em alive.” “How are you going to do it, Wallie?” asked his uncle. “I’m going to load my gun with salt and shoot at their tails,” said Wallie.— Harper’s Young People. A Good Object Lesson. Prof. Lumpin’s clothes are always in such a tattered condition that recently, when he saw himself in a looking glass, he took out his purse in order to give himself some alms.—Schalk. At His Trade. Mrs. Grumm —Go about your business. We don't want any beggars round Tramp—But begging is my business, ma'am. —Truth. Don't forget that members of th«, family have as good a right to apleas ant greeting when met, and will ap predate it as much, as tha Vnctacra vi quaintauce next «loor.

THE RISE OF GOLD.

The Arguments of • Gold Monometalllst Answered Gold Has Appreciated la value. The monometallists in this country and in England persist in denying that gold has appreciated in value. During the silver debate in the house several ■ of the single standard advocates, notably Bourke Cockran, loudly asserted I that there was no ground for claiming ; that gold had risen. And now we have ! the article of Sir John Lubbock in the ; North American Review for September on “The Silver Problem.” He adopts the views of the financial writers of that way of thinking, whom he quotes. With them he takes issue with the bimetallists, who assert that gold has actually appreciated in its purchasing power from 30 to 50 per cent, since silver was demonetized by the United States ansl the nations of Europe. I When pressed to the wall by the well-known and undeniable fact that a given amount of gold or its equivalent will now buy nearly, if not quite, 50 per cent more of the supplies for living, the gold standard advocates insist that that fact must not be ascribed to any rise in the purchasing power of gold, but it is to be explained by the decrease in the cost of production resulting from the improvements of machinery. the cheapening of transportation and the progress of industrial methods. Summing the matter up, Sir John Lubbock, whom yve qupte because his discussion of the subject is the most recent at hand, says that in his opinion the fall in the value of commodities is mainly due to economies in manufacture and carriage, to the discovery of new processes and new sources of supply, and but slightly to any appreciation in the value of gold. j That this theory is untenable has been shown time and again. It utterly ' fails to account for all the phenomena. ! While the prices of some articles of | production have fallen since 1878 from ' those causes the shrinkage of values or fall of prices has been universal, and ' cannot be explained by the improveI ments in methods of production of 1 particular things. And besides, as a i matter of fact, nearly all of the important inventions, such as the cotton I gin, the steam engine, the sewing machine and the like—inventions ■ which have revolutionized the world’s ■ industries—were invented and practically perfected before 1878, when the marked and persistent fall of prices be- ! gan. But before we proceed with this discussion let us see just what we mean when wc say that gold has risen or appreciated in value. Gold money, though universally used by the western nations as a measurer of the relative value of the product of labor and of all property, is still itself a commodity whose value, as compared with all other things, is determined by the law of supply and demand. When gold money is plentiful, it being, the standard, it will buy fewer things. This phenomenon we call a rise of prices. On the contrary, when gold is scarce, it will then buy more of everything, and we say that prices have fallen. Of course, the converse of this proposition would be true. If the products of labor were inordinately increased in relation to population and the stock of gold—the standard for the measurement of values—the same phenomenon would appear. There would be a corresponding fall of prices. But we know that this is not so. We know that production barely keeps pace with the increase of population. This fact, in its relation to food supplies, is stated in the economic law that consumption is ever pressing upon production. It is not necessary here to secure the statistics for the purpose of proving that there has been in all gold standard countries a universal fall of the prices of commodities. This shrinkage was not observable, did not in fact begin, as has often been pointed out, until 1873, the very year that silver was set aside and gold made the sole standard. From that time to this the fall of prices has been steady and uniform. If the phenomenon could be accounted for by improvements in industrial methods and facilities for transportation, then there would be marked variations in the shrinkage of various products. Those articles in the production of which the greatest advance has been made would show the greatest reduction. But this is not so. The downward tendency of prices has been, as we say, uniform. Butter and eggs, for instance, have fallen in price from thirty to thirty-five per cent and it cannot be claimed that this is the result of improved machinery. Curiously enough it can be shown that the fall of prices since 1878 has about kept pace with the fall of silver bullion measured by gold. At least this was so until the recent slump following the closing of the Indian mints. And this interesting fact amply supports the contention that silver is a less fluctuating metal than gold. In other words, that while the price of commodities estimated in gold have been constantly falling the price of the same things, estimated in silver, have not materially changed. We discussed this idea of the greater stability of silver, as compared to gold, several weeks ago. We then took occasion to call attention to the valuable lession to be found in the examination of the relation of prices to production in China, where gold is not known or recognized at all as a money metal. We adverted to the instructive and valuable discussion of the subject by W. 6. Wetmore in the Hong Kong papers. Mr. Wetmore pointed out and conclusively proved by elaborate tables that in that vast silver-using country, where methods of production have not changed in centuries, prices have not varied in twenty years. That is to say except as to one commodity, gold. That metal is bought and sold in China as copper or lead would be in this country. While the prices of the twenty leading articles selected by Mr. Wetmore for his table of index numbers have remained practically stationary since 1878, gold alone has risen in value nearly 50 per cent We have recently .received another | extended and valuable article from Mr.

Wetmore, printed in the North Chin* News, in which he treats the subject in its relation to Japan and China. He takes the matter of wages in those countries and shows that notwithstanding the enormous depreciation in the gold price of silver in Europe, America and India, there has been no fall or fluctuation of wages in either China or Japan. He takes as an example and by way of illustration an actual ease—a man who seventeen years ago went into employment as a horse boy, as he calls him, at a salary of twenty-one Mexican dollars a month. ♦At that time the silver was worth in gold £3 3.3. Now the silver is worth in gold less than £2. The man had to employ an assistant, to keep his master's horse and support a large family. Mr. Wetmore found that he was able to do so now, quite as well as in 1870. This illustrative and singular object lesson, taken at random in a country which contains one-third of the populatiov of the earth, goes far to show that ths so-called depreciation of silver, about which the gold monometalists of Europe and America are crying so loud, absolutely has not occurred. It is not silver that has depreciated, but it is gold that haa risen in value. In all the vast silverusing countries of the world an ounce of silver will buy just as much of the necessaries or luxuries of life to-day as twenty years ago. Nay, this is substantially true in America, also, as has been so often shown by statistical demonstration. Leaving out of consideration the recent unexampled fall of the gold price of silver, resulting from the India panic, and from which there has been a reaction, silver has kept pace with the prices of commodites in the United States and Europe. When the conspiracy of the world’s creditors in England is overthrown and silver is restored to its rightful position as a universal money metal, gold will depreciate as silver rises and their parity will be restored at the former ratio, which is based upon the relative volume of the two metals.—San Francisco Chronicle.

HONEST MONEY.

The Parity Between the Two Metals In Bullion May Be Destroyed by Hostile Legislation Against Silver. What right have those who, whether from interest or ignorance, set up a cry that gold is the only “honest" or “sound” money to say so? It is a fallacious assumption. Gold does not possess the unvarying value which entitles it to the exclusive name of “standard.” In 1870 Lord Beaconsfield openly admitted in parliament that the British government had made a mistake in adopting the single gold standard, and that “a state of affairs had been brought about exactly the reverse of that which it produced at first.” Referring to the fact that the gold product of California and Australia has been constantly diminishing, he said: “Gold is every day appreciating in value, and as it appreciates the lower become prices.” In other words, the more difficult it becomes to pro Cure money, the lower prices fall; and, conversely, the greater the supply of money, the higher prices go. And that is as near as money can attain to being a measure of values. What was true in Beaconsfield's day is still true. Gold is no more stable than silver or wheat or cotton. Either will go up or down, according to the demand, and the demand can be influenced by legislation. Therefore all this talk about gold being the only stable money, the only sound or honest money, is mere nonsense. Even with all the legislation against it, the silver dollar to-day maintains its purchasing power as well a» the gold dollar. The parity between the two metals in bullion may be destroyed by hostile legislation against silver, but the parity between the metals when coined into money is retained as firmly as ever. And even the silver bullion is not depreciated. It maintains its parity with wheat and cotton and all the staple products. It is gold which fluctuates in value. It has appreciated in value because of scarcity and because of legislation intended to appreciate its bullion value. Even in these trying times silver is the more honest money of the two, because its bullion value maintains a parity with the staple products of the world while gold does not —Portland (Ore.) Telegram.

SOUND VIEWS.

There la No More Dishonest Dollar Than the One That Growl In Value. Betweed. the Makin* and Maturing of a Debt, la commenting upon the great speech of Mr. Balfour in England depicting the disasters sure to result from the alnfost universal adoption of the single gold standard, and u letter, published later, from Mr. Grenfell, formerly s governor of the Bank of England, on the effect of demonetizing silver, the Memphis Commercial commends the views of these great financial writers to the attention of those who hold that any other kind of a dollar except a gold dollar is unsound and “dishonest.** “There is no more dishonest dollar,” says the Commercial, “than the dollar which grows in value between the making and the maturity of a debt, which causes the burden of one's obligation to grow faster than the utmost possible accumulation of his labor, which, worse than Shylock, exacts a usury that was not nominated in the bond. Ours is a debtor country. All our great railroads, our manufacturing, mining and other corporations, our counties, cities and towns owe debts to foreign syndicates and bondholders. The burden of all this at last falls upon the people. The labor of the people must be taxed to pay the cost To add to the burden of these debts is to add to the burdens of all the people. It is all the people of this country who owe and must pay the bonded indebtedness not only of states, counties and municipalities, but of private corporations as well. England’s adherence to the single gold standard and her obstinate refusal to co-operate with other countries in the establishment of bimetallism is a selfish but shfirt-sighted policy. Her own people are beginning to writhe under it and to against it.