Rensselaer Republican, Volume 20, Number 20, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 January 1888 — Page 6

' < HYMN OP Li A BOH. •Woe for the bile and the burden, the weary wasting of day*! Poe for the toi! and the tangle, the dim deeola- " tton of way*' lost. In mist of the Paat, are the early faith* and fear*, •tad, in the womb of the Future, the dream of the dUtant year*. ■Mdowa lengthen and ahrlnk, and bleak day foVoweth day; idle are all words apoken—What ia there left to aayT” ?■ Thla—lt is well, indeed, that all faith* slumber and sleep. , •= ,-<■ This—that the dream deemed dead may one day ■quicken and leap; ■-) Winter ia well forgotten, but Spring and Summer for tpil, , So, tarn thy feet to the fields for the birth of the corn end oil! leave thy wreck of the Future-thy grave of a dead delight, . lift hard hand* to the plow, and gird *troug loin* for the fight. •trite for the strife's sake only, smite not foemen or friend— Mrife for the strife’* sake only, set no shrine for an end; Mt no goal for the winning, no bright borne for the scope; Ark no guerdon of praise, and hope thou nothing from Hope, Ifafar in the sundae, white wings Hash and are fled. lift not thy band from thy toiling, turn not aside thine bead. *> Cern-husks gladden the swine, and ashes are left of fire; -bead leaves *hake on the trees—but what thing comes of Desire T Pear is the Peace after Pain, anii ’balm for the flint-worn 1 feet, Croat Peace (someth of Labor—out of the Strong the Sweet. go shslt thou some to thy reaping, so shall thou say-it is well— With lips redeemed from the curse, and soul from the uttermost hell. ~ So shalt thou look through the sunset, glad, and weary, and free, Caji; g, “A little space only—a little while—but 1 see.” —Graham R. Tomson, in N. Y. Independent;

THE “SQUARE” IN THE HAND.

A Startling Deliverance. Dr. Anna Kiugsford in "Lucifer." lam unable to say where or when the events related in the following pages took place. Neither can I give any details concerning the personal circumstances of the narrator. All I know is that Bhe was a young womm of French nationality, and that, the “nncle” of whom Bhe speakß—her senior by some thirty years—was more distinguished as a philospher than as an enthusiast. Whether the conspiracy against the reigning authorities in which our heroine and her friends were implicated happened to be of any.historical importance is also more than 1 can say. As my object in reproducing the narrative is merely to illustrate the curious operation through natural channels of laws which are usually regarded as “occult” and the activity of which on the material plane has given rise to the common notion of “miracle,” I do not propose to trouble the reader or myself with any preamble of merely local interest. So, without more introduction, I leave the diary of the writer to recount the adventure set down tnerein by her own hand. L I was concerned in a very prominent way in a political struggle for liberty and the people’s rights. My part in the struggle was, indeed, the leading one, bat my nncle had been drawn into it at my instance and was implicated in a secondary manner only. The government sought our arrestf-atid for a time we evaded all attempts to take us, but at last we were surprised and driven “under escort in a private carriage to a military station where we were to be detained for examination. With as was arrested a man popularly known as ‘•Fon,” a poor weakling whom I much pitied. When we arrived at the station which was our destination, “Fon” gave some trouble to the officials, I think he fainted, but at all events his conveyance from the carriage to the caserne needed the conjoined efforts of our escort, and some commotion was caused by his appearance among the crowd assembled to see us. Clearly the crowd was sympathetic with us and hostile to the military. I particulary noticed one woman who pressed forward as “Fon” was being carried into the station, and who londlv called on all present to .note his feeble condition and the barbarity of arresting a witless ereature such as he.

At ’.bat moment my ancle laid his band on my arm and whispered: “Now is oar time; the gaards are all occupied with ‘Fon’: we are left alone for a minute; let as jump oat of the carriage and run'.” As he said this he opened the carriage door on the side opposite to the caserne and alighted in the street I instantly followed, and the people favoring us, we pressed through them and fled at the top of oar speed down the road. As we ran I espied a pathway winding up a hillside away irom the town and cried: “Let us go np there; let ns get away from the streets!” My uncle answered: “No, no; they would see ns there immediately at that height; the path is to conspicuous.. Our best safety is to lose ourselves in the town. We may throw them off our track by winding in and out of the Btreete.” Just then a little child, playing in the road got in our way and nearly threw us down as we ran. We had to pause a moment to recover ourselves. “She may have cost us our lives,” whispered my uncle breathlessly, a second afterjwdwe reached the bottom of the

street, which breached off right end left. 1 hesitated e moment; then] we both turned to the right. As we did so—in the twinkling of an eye we tonnd ourselves in the midst of a group of soldiers coming round the corner. I ran straight into the arms of one of them,. •who the same instant knew me and seized me by throat and waist with a grip of iron. This was a horible moment! The iron grasp was sadden and solid asthe grip of a vise; the man’s arm held my waist like a bar of steel. “I arrest you]’* he cried, and the soldiers immediately closed around us. At once I realized the hopelessness of the situation the utter futility of resistance.

“Oous n’avez aps besoin de me tenir ainst,” I said to the officer; “j’iral t rsquillement.” He loosened his hold and we were then marched off to another military station, in a different part ol the town from that whence we had escaped. The man who had arrested me was a sergeant or some officer in petty command. He took me alone with him into the guardroom and placed before me on a wooden table some papers which he told me to fill in and sign. Then he sat down opposite to me and I looked through the papers. They were forms, with blanks left for descriptions, specifying the name, occupation, age, address and so lorth of arrested persons. I signed these and pushing them across the table to the man, asked him what was to be done with us.

“You will be shot,” he replied quickly and decisively. “Both of us?” I asked. “Both,” he replied. “But,” said I, “my companion has done nothing to deserve death. He was drawn into this st ruggle entirely by me. Consider, too, his advanced age. His hair is white; he stoops, and had it not been for the difficulty with which he move his limbs, both of us would probably be at this moment in a place of safety. What can you gain by shooting an old man such as he?” The officer was silent. He neither favored nor discouraged mo by his manner. While I sat awaiting his reply I glanced at the hand with which I had just signed the papers, and a sadden idea dashed into my mind. •‘At least,” I said, “grant ms one request. If my uncle must die, let me die first”

Now I made this request for the following reason. In my right hand the line of life broke abruptly half way in its length, indicating a sudden and violent death. But the point at which it broke was terminated by a perfectly marked square, extraordinarily cl earcu and distinct. Such a square, occurring at the end ol a broken line, means rescue, salvation. I had long been aware of this strange figuration in my hand and often wondered what it presaged. Bat now, as once more I looked at it, it came npon me with sadden conviction that in some way I was to be delivered from death at the last moment, and I thought that if this be so, it would be horrible should my ancle have been killed first. If I were to be saved, I should certainly save him also, for my pardon would involve the pardon of both, or my rescue of both. Therefore it was important to provide for his safety until after my fate was decided. The officer seemed to take this last request into more serions consideration than the first. He said shortly: “I may be able to manage that for you,” and then at once rose and took upthe papers T had signed. “When are we to be shot?” I asked him.

“To-morrow morning,” he replied, as promptly as before. Then he went out, turning the key of the guardroom upon me. The dawn of the next day broke darkly. It was a terribly stormy day; great black lnrid thunder clonds lay piled along the horizon and came up slowly and awfully against the wind. I looked upon them with terror; they seemed so near the earth and so like living, watching things. Thsy hang out of the sky, extending long ghostly arms downward, and their gloom and density seemed supernatural. The soldiers took us out, our hands bound behind ns, into a quadrangle at the back of their barracks. The scene is sharply impressed on my mind. A palisade of two sides of a square, made of wooden planks, ran round the quadrangle. Behind this palisade and pressed up close against it was a mob of men and women—the people of the town — come to see the execution. Bat their faces were sympathetic; and nnmistakable look of mingled grief and rage, not unmixed with desperation—for they were a downtrodden folk—snone in the hundreds of eyes turned toward ns. I was the only woman among the condemned. My uncle was there, and poor “Fon,” looking bewildered, and one or two other prisoners. On the third and fourth sides of the quadrangle was a high wall, and in a certain place was a niche partly inclosing #i(g trank ofaf tree, cat off at the top. An iron riqg was driven into the trank midway, evidently for the purpose of securing condemned persons for execution. I guessed it would be used for that now. In the centre of the Bquare piece of ground stood a file of soldiers, armed with carbines, and an officer with a drawn sabre. Thepalisadewas guarded by a row of soldiers somewhat sparsely distri bated, certainly not more than a

dozen in all. A Catholic priest in black cassock walked beside me, and as we were conducted into the incloeure- he turned to me and offered religions consolation. I declined his ministrations but asked him anxiously if he knew which of us was to die first. i. “You,” he replied; “the officer in charge of yon said you desired it, and he has been able to accede to your request” y :

Even then I felt a singular joy at hearing this, though I had no longer any expectation of release. Death was, I thought, far too near at hand for that. Just then a soldier approached us and led me bareheaded to the tree trunk, where he placed me with my back against it and made fast my hands behind me with a rope to the iron ring. No bandage was put over my eyes. I stood thus, facing the file of soldiers in the middle quadrangle, and noticed that the officer with the drawn sabre placed himself at the extremity of the line, composed of six men. In that supreme moment I also noticed that their uniform waß bright with steel accoutrements. Their helmets were of steel and their carbines, as they raised them and pointed them at me, ready cocked, glittered in the sunlight with the same burnished metal. There was an instant’s stillness and hush while the men took aim; then I saw the officer raise his bared saore as the signal to fire.

It flashed in the air; then, with a suddenness impossible to convey,the whole quadrangle blazed with an awful light—a light so vivid, so intense, so blinding, so indescribable, that everything Was blotted out and devoured by it. It crossed my brain with instantaneous conviction that this amazing glare was the physical effect of being shot, and that the ballets had pierced my brain or heart and inused this frightful sense of ah-pervading flame. Yaguely I remembered having read or having been told that such was the result produced on the nervous system of a victim to death from firearms.

“It is over,”T said; that was the ballets.’.

But presently there forced itself on my dazed senses a sound—a confusion of sounds—darkness sncceeding the white flash—then steadying itself into gloomy daylight; a tumult; a heap of stricken, tumbled men lying stone-still before me; a fearful horror upon every living face, and then.........it all buret on me with distinct conviction... The storm which had been gathering all morning had culminated in its blackest and most electric point immediately overhead. The file of soldiers appointed to shoot me stood exactly under it. Sparkling with bright steel on head and breast and carbines they stood shoulder to shoulder, a complete lightning conductor,and at the end of the chain they formed, their officer, at the critical moment, raised his shining, naked blade toward the sky. Instantaneonsly heaven opened, and the lightning fell attracted by the burnished steel. From blade to carbine, from helmet to breastplate it ran, smiting every man dead as he stood. They fell like a row of ninepins, blackened in the face and hand in an instant, in the twinkling of an eye. Dead. The electric flame licked the life out of seven men in that second; not one moved a muscle or a finger again. Then followed a wild scene. The crowd, stupefied for a minute by the thunderbolt and the horror of the devastation it had wrought, recovered sense, and with a mighty shout hurled itself against the palisade, burst it, leaped over it and swarmed, into the quadrangle, easily overpowering the 'unnerved guards. I was surrounded, hands unbound mine,arms were thrown about me; the people roared and wept, and triumphed, and fell about me on their knees praising Heaven. I think rain fell, my face was wet with drops, and my hair —but I knew no more, for I swooned and lay unconcions in the arms of the crowd. My rescue had indeed come, and from the very Heavens!”

An Indiana “Turkey Foundry.

Letter in Lewiston (Ste.) Journal, “Turkey foundries” are- scattered over the entire State. Six double male earns collect turkeys from within a radios of ten miles and. bring them to this foundry daily. No Hoosier farmer thinks of dressing his own birds for market, but sells them on the hoof to the collectors, receiving six cents per pound for his flock. The ionndry, a building 58x50 feet, without floor —in fact, a mammoth coop, holding 1,600, is kept well filled ov these teams. At one end is a smaller bnilding, the dressing-room, abont 20x10, where ten men, wading almost knee-deep in feathers, pick tar key s at five cents each from morning until night. Each man dresses on the average five an hour, or fifty for tne crew. Necks are wrung for Boston, while throats are stuck for the New York market. One Boy Who Was Not Inquisitive. Texas Siftings. A gentleman who saw a bey peeling the bark from one of his choice trees with a hatchet. The gentleman tried to catch the boy, bat the latter was too quick for him, so the latter changed his “Come here, my little son,” he said, in a soft, flhte-iike voice with counterfeited friendliness, “come here to me a minute. I want to tell you something,” - the^hdy.littls boys like me don’t need to know everything.”

IT IS ENGLISH, YOU KNOW.

E.njglish Praise of the Democratic Free Trade Policy. Cleveland’* Henaf* Receive* the Warm Endorsement of British Free Traders— Young Voter*’ Attention—Concise Statement of the Position Each Party Sustains Toward the Government.

ENGLISH PRAISE OF CLEVELAND. London Saturday Review. The messages or speeches of the President of the United States have not, as a rule, been of considerable interest to Englishmen. President Cleveland’s message will be a very important exception. It deals with a question which is as interesting to Englishmen as Americans, and it must needs put more.. life and Spirit into the politics of the United States than they have possessed at any period since the conclusion of the great Civil War twenty-five years ago. Breaking through the custom which required that his message should be a, discussive essay on things in general President Cleveland has devoted himself entirely to the tariff. It is impossible to recast this without touching directly the pockets of every citizen in the United States, and indirectly influencing the commercial interests of the world. The President is careful to state that he has no wish to court the American workman, but he frankly declares his indiffeience to the charge of favoring Free trade. His policy, he says may be called by that or any other name, but it is the policy he recommends to Congress, and which, he does not effect to deny, must alter the terms on which foreigners have access to the American market, and on which Americans compete with foreigners abroad. A change of this magnitude could not be indifferent to other nations, even if it were made by a much less active and wealthy country than the United Btates.. At tome the President’s message must, whether his policy is adopted or not, have a profound influence on American politics, if only by bringing forward a great question of administration to be fought over between the two parties which divide the bulk of the nation. With the election of General Cleveland the question of Civil Service Reform came to the front,and now Free Tradeunder certain limitations, mainly of a nominal kind—has followed. It may be taken for granted that the President has not acted without previously consulting the leaders of the Democratic party and securing their approval. He and they have taken up again the old Free Trade policy of the South Carolina politicians, unconnected with what, in the jargon of American politics, was called the sectional question. Whatever the ultimate result of the President’s action may be, he has at least ■ done much to give dignity and interest to American politics. There must now be a struggle of parties on a great question.

The President dismisses almost with contempt the contention that any industry in America is so feeble as to need the “favor and fostering care” of the Federal government, and he, explicitly accuses the manufacturers of banding together to influence the legislation in their own personal interest. This, however politely it may be worded, is not conciliatory language. It must be taken to nrove that the President and the Democratic leaders have finally decided that they have nothing to gain by keeping measure any longer with the Protectionists. They have, from whatever motive, adopted a free trade policy. Nothing can be more explicit than the President’s language: “The simple and plain duty which we owe the people is to reduce taxation to the amount requisite to meet the necessary expenses of the government, and to restore to business and to the country the money accumulated in the Treasury.” In America this means free trade.

London Spectator. President Cleveland has taken the little wind there was out of Mr. Howard Vincent’s sails. Hia terse and telling message has struck a blow at American protection such as could never have been struck by any fair trade league—such, indeed, as would have been greatly weakened by the operations of any fair trade league. * * * He has fired a shot at the protectionists which will be all the more effective for his refusal to discuss the theoretic issue. In a democracy you cannot play the patron to one great class, and refuse your help entirely to another great class which feels the pinch of an inelastic trade even more severely. Mr. Howard Vincent knows very well that all his fair trade notions will be wrecked on the dilemma whether yon are to tax the food of the people in order to benefit the agriculturalists who are in such distress or to give up the project of a tax on foreign manufactures for which Coventry wearers and other manufacturers cry out. The difficulty in the United States most be precisely the same if the protectionists of Congress should propose to ab'lish all the takes on raw materials, and to retain them on manufactured products. The producers of the raw materials will at once reject that proposal. They will say, “No; if we are to pay more than is needful for what we want, we demand that the manufacturing classes shall pay more than is needful for what they want, and what we have to sell.” And we shall be much 4arpri»d U «ny aettonof Oaugmiilfiw shall ignore this very just demand, will not bring down the people in wrath at

the next election, on the party that contrives this evasion of the plain justice of the case. This is a situation in which straightforward compliance with the President’a suggestion would be the best policy even for the protectionists.' If they are foolish enough to wish to retain as much protection as possible, let them reduce the tares on necessaries all round, not distinguishing between raw products and manufactures, and then make what fight they can for the diminished tariff. But if they are blind enough to risk kindling the wrath of the much the better for free trade; so much the sooner will the United Btates be rid of the miserable attempt which has now endured for so many years to recast the order of nature, and hedge about unfavorable conditions for agriculture or manufactures with artifi cial arrangements which make them relatively and temporarily— to the great loss of the whole community—the most favorable that can be attained. We trast that President Cleveland’s message will make its due impression on those wiseacres who are now discussing the free trade question in England. Here is a great country, whose treasury is overflowing with wealth, compelled, not by retaliatory tariffs, not by the diplomacy of strategists who think it wise to hurt themselves much in order that they may hurt themrfelves a little, to reconsider for its own gc/od the protectionist principles on whi jh it has so long been acting, and in all probability greatly to modify them in the direction of free trade.

DIFFBERBNOE BETWEEN THE PARTIES. New fork Tribune. Thousands of young men are asking the question put by a correspondent in the following letter: Will you please inform me what is the differense between a Republican and a Demooratt Next year I shall be of age, and shall east my first vote. It is the same difference essentially wmch has existed in the past between a Democrat and a Federalist, or between a Democrat and a Whig. From the foundation of the government there have been two parties, ODe of which'has desired less and the other more legislation on constructive issues of national reform and progress. The Federalists desired to arm the National government with requisite authority over the States so as to insure its preservation. The Democrats opposed such legislation as involving a dangerous degree of centralization. The Federalist Secretary of the Treasury, Alexander Hamilton, proposed in one of his earliest reports a comprehensive scheme for the development of home industries,, and the Whigs in later times under Henry Clay became the champions of tariff legislation. Albert Gallatin, the first great Democratic financier, was a Free Trader, and his party at every stage of its history has shown hostility to National industries. The Whigs and the Republicans have demanded unceasingly constructive legislation for the nurture and maintenance of home manufactures. The Democrats have wanted no legislation of this nature, and whenever a tariff system has been established they have strenuously endeavored to overthrow it. The Republican party was recruited from the ranks of the Whigs and Free Boilers, whose consciences revolted g ainst slavery as a legalized institution in a free country. It demanded legislation against a system of human bondage degrading alike to masters and slaves. The Democratic party from the beginning of its history until the emancipation proclamation was opposed- to such legislation. When civil war burst upon the country it was still the defender of the slave owning oligarchy, and precisely as it had opposed the Federalist doctrine of a strong, centralized National government, it resisted coercion of the Southern States in the first instance, and for four years, while the armies' were in the field, was uniformly hostile to legislation for the successful and vigorous conduct of the war. The Morrill tariff, the legal tender act, and the establishment of the National banks, emancipation, and the constitutional amendments, the reconstruction policy, and specie resumption were distinctively Republican achievements in constructive legislation. The Democratic party was opposed to each and every demand for more legislation. It wanted no legislation. What the Democratic party has been in the past it remains to tnis day—the party that is opposed heart and soul to legislation in behalf of National interests, and social and political reforms. Under Republican tariff legislation thousands of industries have been established and American progress has become the marvel of Christendom. .The Democratic party stands to-day for the repeal of that legislation—the foundation of the Nation’s prosperity. The Republican party stands for the protection of those industries by legislation, and also* for the protection of what should be the most sacred interest in the Bight of every true man—the American home. Since the Maine law was enacted a generation ago that party has been in sympathy with every legislative attempt for the restriction or suppression of the drink evil. In States where prohibition amendments have been carried, the In States where high license laws have been proposed or enacted, the game

party has been the active agent of social reform. The Democratic party, true to its obstructive instincts, has been the unswerving opponent of legislation of any kind for the restriction of the liquor traffic and the suppression of intemperance and all the blighting evils of drink. It never was known to vote against a barrel of whisky. Before oar yoang friend casts his first vote next year let him weigh well this fundamental difference between the party that wants legislation and the party that wants no legislation whenever issues involving the highest interests of the Nation are raised. The Democratic party to-day is, aa it has ever been, opposed to legislation by which National security, commercial prosperity, and social and political reform are promoted. The Republican party has always favored progressive legislation.

CALMLY AWAITING DEATH.

General Pelford’s Notable War Experiences and. Intense Sufferings. Detroit dispashh, Dee. St. General Pnlford lies at the point of death at his home in this city. General Pulford had a remarkable • experience daring his service in the army. He was struck by a solid shot from a cannon, which split hia skull, broke his jaw, and pulvarized his collar-bone. This was at Malvern Hill, and his regiment believing their commander to be dead, retreated, leaving his body behind. His death was telegraphed to Detroit, and the family were shrouded in gloom. The rebels had captured the senseless General and held him two weeks, bat he was delirious all the time and they gladly exchanged him and he was sent to Baltimore. Mrs. Pulford was notified of the remarkable resurrection, and she hastened to his bedside, watching him for weeks until his reason returned, which was as sudden as its leaving. Upon his recovery General Pulford returned to hia regiment, and at the battle of the Wilderness he received another shot, which entered his neck, took a downwerd course, and tore away a portion of the Ever since he has kept an electric battery in constant action upon his back, and has been compelled to use opiates. His sufferings during these twenty years have been intense, but as ne lies awaiting the approach of death he says: “Boys, I’d suffer it all again for my country.”

Rather Costly Crockery. Buffalo Courier. A prosperous-looking citizen dropped into one of the crockery stores yesterday and said he wanted a teacup and saucer for a Christmrs present. “Yes, sir,” said the clerk. “Fine quality or ordinary?” “Best you’ve got,” said the man. “No cheap stuff for me.” The clerk opened a case and thence a dark clouded blue and gold cup of Severe ware. “There’s a pretty thing,” said he, handing it to the customer, who took it and looked it over carefully. “Yes, that’s good,” said he; “got anything better?” “Oh, yes, here’s a dandy piece,” said the clerk, hauaing the customer another cup of white and gold with a ruby and emerald beading. “These the best you’ve got?” asked the man.“ Yes,that’s about'our best.” “Well how much for the blue one?” “Twenty dollars,” “Twent !” The man nearly dropped the cup in his amazement. “Twenty dollars for that thing!” he gasped. “Gracious sakes, how much is this other One?” “Those we can let you have at $720 per dozen, or S6O apiece.” Sixty dollars apiece! Heavens, and earth!’’exclaimed theman. “Haven’t you got something for a dollar?” yes, plenty of them,” replied the urbane clerk, “but you said you wanted the best.” Well, I do, but ding dongme if I’ll pay S6O or S2O for the best teacup and sasser that ever was made.” So he selected one for $1.25 and went pondering on the pomps and vanities of the world. >

Corrected. Tid-Bits. - - “Ah, Miss Western, shall we have a whirl?” gayly asked an Eastern neophyte of the belle of a Tucson,ball room. He flattered himself that he bad. dropped easily and gracefully into the vernacular of the West, and was sur--prised when Miss Western drew herself haughtily np and said: “A what, sir?” : ■ “Oh—ah—ah, a little whirl, that is, a schottische.” “Well, if yon mean a schottische, why n’t say so, Mister Smarty? Don’t come ’round here talkin’ to me about’ yer demed ‘whirls.* That may do for Boston, where you come from, but it won’t take with os Western ladies. Now, if you want a little schottische or a waltz, I'll go you onp with pleasure.” He Paid to Hear His Own Lecture. Theodore Tilton was about to lecture at a well known hall in Maine. He arrived at the door unattended, and inquired for the manager. He was informed that he was within, bnt could, not be disturbed » the lecture WMH about to commence. “Can Igo in and speak to him?” he humbly asked of the highly important ticket taker. . “Yea, if you have got a half dollar,” Tilton produced the coin and passed’ into the hall to listen to his own lecture. He enjoy ed the joke very mnch/anJ said it was a good lecture and welt worth the price of admittance*