Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 19, Number 101, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 August 1898 — Page 2

DOUBLY WEDDED

BY- CHARLOTTE M. BRAEME.

J CHAPTER Vll.—(Continued.) ' The dinner passed off pleasantly. So 4id the whole evening and the following ■day. The colonel became charmed with iftis surroundings. ' The days went by. Once or twice he ■began a hesitating allusion to his departire. The second time, the squire, who Was lighting his pipe, turned suddenly upin him with a red face, and between hip angry puffs said: . | “No more o’ that, lad, or you and I*ll quarrel. What! Tired of us already?” f Colonel Drew stammered. Of course {bis uncle must know how he liked the X lace—the place Which was more like owe than any other. After his poor father’s death, the home soon after pce•aided over by a stepfather had imbittered jhis life; India he had never liked. He Caused suddenly, fearing lest he should 4a ve offended his uncle; but the squire pvas regarding his nephew With half closed, twinkling eyes. He was silent for a (moment, then he stopped, knocked the ashes from his pipe, and gave a curious •fChuckle. , “Ah, I bet you'll like the old place even tfcetter by and by!” he said, taking up his •bat. “Now I’m going to ride round to the igectory on business. You dance attendance on the women , folk for one morning, It won’t do you harm, and it pleases them, mind me, Geoff—lf you want peace in the (house, you must be in the women’s good books, especially when there's two of "*em. You can get round one; but two — Well, a wise man doesn’t attempt it!” ! “They will not like my staying on,” began the colonel uneasily. » “Not like it? Well, all I can say is you've put my nose out of joint; I’m nobody now. Good-by.” | “I am ungrateful,” said Colonel Ware to himself. Then he went to find Mrs. Drew.

( Lillian was giving out the stores, as was ]the old-fashioned custom maintained at Heathside Hall. The cook was piling them up on a big tray. When Colonel *Ware entered, he heard the clank of the keys as Lillian shut the door of the big cupboard. I “Oh, it’s you,” she said with slight surprise. Then, womanlike, seeing that he ’Was annoyed, or the prey of some emotion, she at once assumed her armor of amiable commonplace, and asked if he remembered the room. “Surely you used to creep about the cupboards when mother was meddling with the sweets? I did, -•nd so did Lilith after me.” “Yes,” answered the colonel absently, •drawing a deep breath. He felt oppressed, weighed down. “I shall never forget •ny day spent here—any room in the bouse, any tree in the garden; but I doubt that I shall see Heathside again. I have , decided to go at once.” |. Mrs. Drew looked at him seriously. i “Why this sudden determination?” she eaid. “Are you not rash? Tell me, what is it?” “I cannot understand your father —he is co peculiar. He asked me to stay; but It was in such a strange way. He said—” l “Oh, don’t think of what he said!” said Mrs. Drew kindly. “I assure you both he and dear mother could not like you better . if you were —their—own—son.” 'l fihe said the last words slowly—her fell. It was one of those moments When Lillian Drew felt that she had been «•> disappointment. But the colonel heard the words in a - different way.. It was as if he had been blind, and suddenly saw what the squire and perhaps others had seen before him. Both he and Lilian were free. They were cousins certainly; but ♦ lie turned and looked firmly and passionately at his cousin. Her delicate pro■file was visible; Lillian was looking wistifully away into the park. He laid his .’baud lightly on hers; she turned. What a sweet face it was! There were lines drawn by mental pain; but there was such .aercnity—it was like gazing at an unvotained lily. “I will do what you think best—go, or •atay," said Geoffrey Ware, in his ordinary Voice and assuming his ordinary manner •—“whichever will be best for us all.” “I will not dictate anything but what is right." “Naturally,” said the colonel. “I will dbey you, cousin, in all but one pointlet that be understood; but that I remerve." i about the estates?’ '•Yes.”

Lillian frowned, nnd considered for a moment. She thought her cousin odd, quixotic, hasty, and often Incomprehensible; she would temporize for to-day, at least. This afternon she would consult the rector, if she could get hiiu alone; she believed that she was empowered to re4tuse any transfer of property to herself. In any case, there would be some way out «f such a transaction. “Do you accept my proposal—for me to play number two in affairs to be decidedexcepting in one particular?' said the -colonel emphatically. Again Lillian hesitated. Then she said •lowly: , “Yes." • k The colonel said no more, but abruptly ■est her. > “Wha| is the matter with him?’ said Lillian Drew to herself. "Oh. men, men. ■they are difficult! It is bn<! enough with «pnpa, who speaks out; but it is worse with ■those who won’t. What arc their secrets, < «fter all, when you do find them out? Either nothing worth knowing, or nothing that you want to know. How fortuBate Lilith is to have that dear boy Willie at her elbow!" Then Mrs. Drew's thoughts flejl to London, and her hand instinctively sought her pocket, where Lilith's letters were—Lilith’s letters with Willie Macdonald's post•cripts. CHAPTER VIII. Col. Ware felt that he would be Inter•ated In anything if Lillian's eyes would always look as bright as they did now. A new longing to give this wronged woman pleasure, to bring the color permanently to her cheek and lips—that crimson which is alinoat the hall-mark of the gny

and untroubled—seemed to spring up within him. He had grown more to him now that she knew. So he agreed to visit all that was to hp seen, in the order the ladies might propose. “My dear,” said Mr. Rawson one evening, “perhaps you will take the colonel to the dairies, and we will walk up to the' church after tea.” While the girls and their mother got their garden hats—Mrs. Rawson talking briskly to Colonel Ware, as her husband by a peculiar glance had intimated to her to do—the rector bent over Lillian. “While they are gone there is something I wish to speak to you about. Oh, not Lilith!”—for Mrs. Drew looked anxious. “I go to you for news of her; she neglects her poor old grandfather dreadfully. No; it is about one of your many pensioners. Suppose we take a stroll in the orchard ?” Mrs. Drew took his arm and went out with him. The rector unwillingly told Mrs. Drew news that was not pleasant to her to hear. The actress mother of the children —Captain Drew’s orphans—had had a relapse. Her former nervous disease had returned, and her voice was utterly gone. “My own belief is that she is dying,” said the rector. “I cannot, of course, sympathize with her as I can with the — the children. But the one I think of most in the affair is yourself.” Then he told Lillian the actual situation. Some relatives —possibly the parents of the unfortunate woman—had appeared after she had resumed the stage and had made a success, Then all had seemed to go smoothly—the children were well cared for; but now it was the reverse. “Of course, the world would say, ‘Let them alone; let their natural guardians do their worst,’ ” he continued. “But you and I cannot think that.” “How did you know it?” asked Lillian. Then the rector broke to Lillian how he had found a travel-stained, forsaken, dirty little lad, lying half faint, half asleep, under a hedge; the child had sprained his ankle, blistered his feet; his cap had been stolen by tramps. “Gerald!” said Mrs. Drew, turning pale. This second family seemed to haunt her very life. The rector bowed his head. “Of course they do not know here,” he said. “He is being nursed at the bailiff’s. But the question now arises—what to do with him?’

“Let me go to him—at once!” exclaimed Mrs. Drew. “Stay, stay!” said the rector. "For what good? It was wrong of the boy to run away; he knew my address, but he knows neither your name nor who you are. Why should he ever learn? Far best to let me arrange matters, as I have hitherto done. We can talk over how and when, when the lad is well. But I thought you ought to know.” “I must see him,” said Lillian resolutely, turning to leave the orchard. The house of the rectory farm bailiff was a stone’s throw from the rectory itself. Leaving the orchard by a door in the wall, they crossed a narrow lane and went along a field path which led to the low thatched cottage with its shady garden. “You wait here for a minute,” said Mr. Rawson to Mrs. Drew. After a while the rector’s footstep was audible in the passage. Mrs. Drew stood up, her heart beating as it always would beat when her life story was brought back to her.

"I have told him you are here, and to a certain extent who you are," said Mr. Rawson to Mrs. Drew in an undertone. "It has excited him very much. Of course he knows nothing about the—the curious relationship, or rather, circumstances," he added hastily. "He knows you only as a merciful benefactress; indeed, I believe your help has warded off a terrible state of things," he went on sadly. "It seems to me the old story of the sins of the parents visited upon the children. Shall I go in with you?’ Mrs. Drew shook her head and waved her old friend and counselor away as she unlatched the door and found herself in the best bedroom of the bailiff’s cottage. On a bed lay the boy with the fair face and the long golden curls, who, despite his fairness, had the expression of that handsome, dark Captain Drew—the man who had once done his best to break the heart of this gentle lady. "You?” said the boy in a strange voice —he had risen in bed, nnd his large eyes were fixed on Mrs. Drew with wild intensity—“you?’ Then he sank back upon his pillow.

“Yes, it is I," said Mrs. Drew gently. She sat down on a chair by the bed and placed her hand, chilled with emotion, on Ids fevered forehead. “I will not scold you for running here, Gernld, for you are ill,” she went on with gentle motherliness. "But why did you come? Did you come to mo or to —to Mr. Rawson, the clergyman?" The boy smiled slightly nnd glanced nt her with a meaning look. "1 knew he came from you,” he whispered; “who else has ever troubled about us? Grandmother and grandfather? They took nil i>oor mother's money when she was acting—yes, nnd sold her things Itesides; then, when she got ill, there was no money nt all, so everything ahe had went. Mother tried to kt-ep some back, but they were like foxes after chickens—you couldn’t hide a thing from them. They haven't got her a proper doctor. Then they bent us nnd locked us tip; I fought my way out —look here I"—he showed long, jngged wounds on his bands nnd arms. "That kind parson gentleman w-ho found me in the field thought I had been fighting somewhere.” "Stop!” snid Mrs. Drew, feeling sick at heart. “Don't think of it any more, Gerold. my boy. You are with friends now." "But what about mother? Oh, you will send some one to my mother?’ "At once, dear boy,” Mrs. Drew began, but Gerald stopped her. "You won’t be angry If I ask you something?' he said. “You must be some one

very near to us to take such trouble. Are you my poor father’s sister?” The blood rushed to Mrs. Drew’s face. It was an awful moment. “Don’t think badly of him rs you are,” he said, the excitement of passionate feeling stimulating him, weak though he actually was. “Oh, don’t! I know papa had quarreled with his family when he married mamma, and no one ever wrote or took any notice of him. But, if you only knew, all of you, how good, how clever he was, and how he suffered, you could not remember him unkindly now that he is dead.” “Step, Gerald!” cried Mrs. Drew, as the speech seemed to pierce her to the very quick. “I am not your dead father’s sister —Only a friend.” Then she embraced him, kissed his brow, laid him gently back on his pillow, and went out, influenced by some new ardor which was like the passion of the soul which seizes upon those that do great deeds, heroic actions—those who are, as it might be, beings beyond and above men, and who seem to hold the world up upon their patient shoulders—up nearer tc heaven.,' CHAPTER IX. Mr. Rawson, watching the doorway somewhat anxiously as he talked to the good dame about her garden and played with the children, saw Lillian come down the little passage with a godlike mercy on her gentle face, and dreaded. “There is a point on which I must beg your help,” she said. “The dear boy—he must ,pot, he cannot, stay there; he must come to the Hall.” “What!” said the rector, stopping short. He had expected much, but scarcely such a proposition as this. “Are you mad, Lillian? But it is impossible, utterly impossible.” “Why?” asked Mrs. Drew, speaking as firmly as Mr. Rawson himself. “Pray is not the Hall my home?” “Scarcely yet! Would you—l was going to say—desecrate the house where your father and mother have lived in simple purity all these long years by bringing the child of a man like Captain Drew and of that actress into it?’ “Yotj are unjust, Mr. Rawson.” “I did not mean anything against actresses in particular. An actress can be good—ay, even better than her fellowwomen who have not her temptations. I meant this —before that boy crosses the squire’s threshold the squire must be told who he is.” , “Have I not the right to invite my own guests? Do you deny me the right? 1 shall ask my Cousin Geoffrey’s advice,” said Mrs. Drew slowly and quietly. “Pray, pray consider what you are about,” entreated the rector in a low, earnest voice. “He is your cousin and your father’s heir, I know; but until the other day he was comparatively a stranger to you.” It was a soft, sweet evening, the sky a pale greenish blue; the air was cool; there was a transparency that made far-off objects seem nearer. The church which they were to have explored looked dark gray from among its belt of yew trees. The corn fields with the standing shocks of wheat were luminous yellow. It was one of those nights when Lilith would have revelled in the new phases of color produced by a happy' moment of Nature. As Mrs. Drew and her cousin, the col-onel-after bidding the rector’s family good night—walked up the slope homeward, Mrs. Drew paused and looked back. “If only Lilith could see tbqt!” she exclaimed. Then she spoke of her child. “You speak of being middle-aged,” said the colonel; “yet, when I came upon you in that break in the wood, you looked a young girl in your white dress. Lillian,” he went on, almost awkwardly, for he was unaccustomed to purely personal talk, “you seem years and years younger than I am.” “Because you have seen so much, traveled so far, and I”—she stopped a moment to gather courage to embark upon the subject she intended to speak to him about — “well, my life has been like one long calm day which is now sinking into evening—a calm day broken upon by a short, terrible storm. I mean my marriage, Geoffrey. It—well —I —oh, to-night I must speak to you on the subject, please!" The colonel's dark face flushed, and, old as he was, his pulses beat faster. What did this mean?

“I have given you confidences I never gave to living soul before, Lillian," he said warmly, as he held open the gate of the copse for Mrs. Drew to pass in. "It is but a fair return. Surely you must know I will do my duty by you—stand by you till if needs be? You are my kinswoman as well as”—he stopped—what was he going to say?—“as well as a claimant to the estate,” he stammered. That was certainly not what he had had on the tip of his tongue, he confusedly felt. Then she told herffitory, and the colonel, impatiently swinging his stick, listened. "You are an angel, Lillian,” he said, as they emerged into the park. "No, it is not a compliment; I never heard of a woman with such generous intentions.” He said but little more; he was on guard. By the time they reached home he had pledged himself to help Lillian as fur as his honor would permit. She had tried to excite his enthusiasm without avail; he had, without seeming to do so, thrown cold water on her romantic suggestions. "Everything that can be done in reason shall be done," he assured Mrs. Drew, as he bade her good night; and with that she had to be satisfied. She had expected an easy victory; but the colonel had frozen or hardened frostily nt each assault. “That is a man who would never forgive,” she told herself, with a new awe of him. “Yet this morning he was so different; I might have turned him round my little finger. How changeable men are!" ahe sighed, forgetting that a soldier on furlough is scarcely the same as a soldier on duty. Col. Ware stayed Home days; but he remained the Col. Ware she hail consulted that night, scarcely the Cousin Geoffrey of the first part of his stay at Heathside. He visited the sick child with Mrs. Drew, nnd was kindly, if a trifle austere. In his manner to him. Then he culled upon the rector one morning, when his cousin thought he was about the place somewhere with her father. He briefly stated the cause of his visit to the rector. "I consider myself to n certain extent my Cousin Lillian’s guardian,” he said; “and, although I wish her to be and to do what her good heart prompts her to be and to do, I have not the slightest intention to allow her to be Imposed upon or to make a fool of herself." "I am extremely pleased to hear it, Col. Ware," said the rector energetically; then they discussed Lillian's position. "It is only a temporary truce," remark-

ed Col. Ware, as they parted at the garden gate. *Lillian will see matters in a different light some of these days.” “Oh,” said the rector to himself, as he went indoors, “I think I fancy I see which way the wind blows!” CHAPTER X. On the evening before Col. Ware left he asked Mrs. Drew to walk in the garden with him. He had been so practical, mat-ter-of-fact—such a different Geoffrey in sact —during these last days that Mrs. Drew acquiesced unsuspiciously, and fell into the- trap without warning or preparation. It 4 was a warm, moonlit night. Col, Ware and Lillian paced the gravel walks, she talked nothings, he silent —so silent that at last she asked him laughingly if be had lost his tongue. “I have something to say to you,” he said bluntly; “and the truth is 1 don’t know how to say it. I want to marrv you —that’s all.” Mrs. Drew gasped. His lover-like looks had so entirely stopped since the evening on which she became confidential that her cousin’s declaration came with the force of a blow. “Oh, dear!” she said feebly, leaning back against a handy garden seat. “What —whan, oh, whatever can have put that idea into your head?” “That is just what I can’t tell,” he answered. “I have felt of late that you and I ought to be more to each other, that I ought to be able to dictate.” “And I—ought to obey,” said Mrs. Drew, with a slightly hysterical laugh, “Oh, Geoffrey, I wish you had not talked like this! It has made me feel myself dishonored, as it were. I cannot help it —I do not feel like a widow! I still feel a wife—don’t you understand? My husband and I never had any farewells. J realize nothing but that; all the horribld tale of his new wife and children seeped like a nightmare! I almost fancy Sometimes that she is his widow, but I am still his wife—that some day we. shall be together and all will be forgiven and explained.” (To be continued.)

Spanish Royal Standard.

The Spanish royal standard is moot complicated. The red and yellow of the Spanish flag is said to be derived from this occurrence: In 1378 Charles the Bold dipped his fingers in the blood of Geoffrey, Count of Barcelona, and drew them down the Count’s golden shield, in token of bls appreciation of the latter’s bravery. The shield, so marked, became the arms of Barcelona, which became part of Aragon, and its arms were taken by that kingdom. Now to the royal standard: In the first quarter, or upper left-hand part of the flag, are the arms of Leon and Castile, the lion and the castle; the second quarter is taken up, one-half by the arms of Aragon, one-half by the arms of Sicily. The upper third of the third quarter (directly under the first) shows the Austrian colors, the lower two-thirds is divided between the flag of Burgundy and the black lion of Flanders; the upper third of the fourth quarter shows the chequers, another Burgundy device, while the lower twothirds is shared by the red eagle of Antwerp and the gold lion of Brabant, and on the top of all this are two shields, one showing the Portuguese arms, the other the French fleur-de-lis. Considerable of a flag that.—Philadelphia Times. *

Some Naval Definitions.

A correspondent of the New York Sun gives the following naval definitions, which may be both useful and instructive: A fleet Is composed of twelve battleships. , A moequito fleet Is composed of twelve or more small boats. A squadron Is coinjyosed of less than twelve battleships, and is often part of a fleet, such as the van, center, or rear squadron. A flotilla is composed of twelve or more men-as-war, some of which may be battleships. Hence the United States has no fleet; neither has Spain. Admiral Dewey commands a squadron. Admiral Montejo also commands a squadron. Acting Admiral Sampson commands a flotilla. Almirante Cervera and Almlrante Camara each command a squadron.

Spain’s Magnificent Royal Palace.

The royal palace at Madrid Is one of the moat beautiful structures in the world, being built by an Italian architect in the early part of the last century at a cost of $5,000,000 and intended to be a rival of the French palace at Versailles. The material Is white marble. It Is 470 feet each way, with a court 240 feet square, roofed with glass. Few places are more tiresome to visit than palaces, with their long rows of gorgeously decorated chambers, gilt furniture, and everlnatlng mirrors, but the Casa Real at Madrid Is interesting, and contains a remarkable library of 100,000 volumes, also priceless papers, pictures, bronzes and marble.

Drama of the Dynamite Gun.

Commander of the fort at Santiago, lighting a cigarette: "We will fool the American pig" yet. Is It not so. my Juan?" Juan; “That we will, my glgadler." Enter U. 8. 8. Vesuvius, Santiago harbor. L. U. E. The orchestra plays "There’ll Be a Hot Time in the Old Town To-night." The Vesuvius dot's n short skirt dance along shore and then lets go three dynamite shells. Commander of the fort, dropping his cigarette nnd his jaw nt the same time: "Car j r-r-r-a.mba! Duck, my Juan! Something’s busted!"—Detroit Free I’ress.

Celluloid Mirrors.

A process baa recently been perfected by which thin sheets of absolutely transparent celluloid are silvered almllnrly to the process formerly used on glass- . The more work a man Is willing to do the more others are wping he should.

RECORD OF THE WEEK

INDIANA INCIDENTS TERSELY TOLD. Death of a Marlon Man Prevents Hie A Treat-Thirty Years' Quarrel at an Knd—Prehistoric Mounds Near Anderson Are Sold. Found Dead by the Track. J. C. Tibbitts, a business man of Marion, was found dead near the Clover Bailroad track three miles north of city by the engineer of a passing train. Tibbitts went to Van Buren the day before on business and boarded a passenger train there for Marion. After the train left Van Buren Samuel Levy and John R. Brown of Marion saw Tibbitts leave the car and go out on the platform, and they stated at the inquest that they thought he appeared sick. The coroner failed to find any injuries that should have resulted fatally. It developed at the inquest that Tibbitts was an embezzler and was to have been arrested for appropriating funds of the building and loan company of which he was treasurer. He was receiver for the Marion Malleable Iron works and had gotten into trouble oyer financial affairs, which had cost him every dollar he possessed. He purchased an accident policy for $3,000 before he left Marion, which was good for two days.

Apology from a Deathbed. A quarrel of thirty years’ standing between Edward Green and Berry James was ended in a peculiar manner. The two men in 1868 lived as neighbors on a large tract of land in Dick Johnson township. A calf belonging to James got over the fence in Green’s corn field. Green seized the calf and threw it over a fence, breaking its neck. This caused trouble between the two men, and James knocked Green down and the latter had his assailant arrested and fined, Shortly afterward Green moved to Seattle, Wash., where he resided until his death a few days ago. The day before his death he summoned his legal adviser and had him write an apology to James for killing his calf and inclosed a check for S3O, which covered the fine James paid and interest to date.

Sale of Prehistoric Mound*. A deal has been closed whereby the Indian mounds pass into the hands of W. R. Covert of St. Louis for a consideration of $20,000. These prehistoric works are considered by experts from the Smithsonian institution to be the finest in the country, from a scientific standpoint. At one time a move was on foot to convert the grounds into a national park, at another time into a State park, but both fell through. The mounds skirt White river just east of Anderson, and the scenery along the river at that point is considered by many to be the finest in Indiana. W. R. Covert has St. Louis capitalists associated with him. They will convert it into a big summer resort. Old Man Died in His Coffin. Joel English, an old resident of Kokomo, celebrated his seventy-third natal anniversary the other day by getting into a coffin and ending his life by drinking two ounces of laudanum. He drank the poison in the presence of his wife, and forbade her on penalty of death to give the alarm, he having a gun at the side of the coffin to kill the doctor if one were called. Mrs. English believed he was shamming, as he had threatened on several other occasions to commit suicide, and she did not realize his condition until too late. He bought the coffin fifteen years ago and had kept it in his bedroom ever since. Within Onr Borders. The annual reunion of the old settlers of Jay County was held at the Twin Hills. The supply of natural gas at Hope will soon be available for domestic and industrial consumption. Martin Hunt, Andrew Hickle and John Smith of Marion ate toadstools for mushrooms and may die. At New Albany, Blanche Wilson, 15 years old, was burned to death while preparing a meal on a gasoline stove. Thomas W. Phillips, an old resident and real estate dealer of Kokomo, fell dead in the street. He was 69 years old. Bertha Warner of Fort Wayne, a domestic, was burned to death while cleaning a bed with gasoline, which exploded. Representatives of the different insurance companies in which J. C. Tibbitts of Marion was insured have requested the coroner not to file his verdict until a further investigation is made, as they claim to have evidence which will have a bearing on the case. It has developed that Tibbitts was a larger defaulter than was at first thought, and the theory that he poisoned himself and then stepped off the train is being generally accepted. Benjamin Castle, a wealthy farmer living near Chandler, was shot and mortally wounded by his 19-year-old son William. Castle went home drunk and began to abuse his wife because she had not done the milking. He struck her over the head and while in the act of choking her the son rushed in and shot him. The son was arrested. Castle owned 1,000 acres of land and was prominent in politics. The Marion Malleable Iron Works, which has been in the hands of n receiver and stood idle the most of the time for two years, is to be started Sept. 1 with half-force and a full force put on Oct. 1. When running full 350 men will be employed. The Union National Bank of Troy, N. Y., was a large creditor of the factory when it failed, and they bought it at public sale and will oin ratc it. Severn! business men of Evansville have filed with the Secretary of State articles incorporating the Improved Aerial Navigation Company. Recently a citizen of that place completed an aipship which the capita)ists%elieve will be n success, and they have formed the company for the purpose of manufacturing the ships. The capital stock of the concern is $lO,000. The incorporators promise to have airships on the market in a few months. W. B. Snyder of Madison estimates the number of peach trees in the Mndipon belt nt 1,500.000, and that the present yield will bring more money to growers than ever before. The “belt” takes in both aides of the river, and two-thirds of the trees arc in Kentucky. A wreck on the Wabash Railroad three miles cast of Churubusco killed two men and demo!' hed or damaged eight box cars loaded v ih live stock nnd meat A man name! '1 rnax, who bad charge of n enr-of poultry, was killed outright. The body of an unknown tramp was also fouiyl in the debris

PULSE of the PRESS

We must extend Anglo-Saxon civilization in the far East.—Evening Wisconsin. Hooley now says he has net named all the people that bled him. Hool he accuse next? —Boston Herald. Admiral Sampson’s report has at least, recalled the importance of the little word “if.”-—Washington Post. Judging by the prices Hooley paid, England may be right in holding its House of Lords dear.—Philadelphia Times. By pulling off a quintuple lynching Arkansas has made the Porto Rico campaign a very tame affair. —Washington Post. We wouldn’t advise Gen. Weyler to come over here on the strength of the reception that has been accorded Cervera.— Boston Globe. As soon as the American ham sandwich was mustard into the Santiago campaign the Cubans were happy.—Johnson City (Tenn.) Comet. Destiny seems to be thrusting the Philippines upon the United States as a fairly earned trophy of the war.—St. Louis Globe-Democrat. It was expected Havana would! not tumble till the autumn, but results show even Spanish pride goes before a fall.— Philadelphia Times. The capture of Manila before it was possible to stay the hands of Dewey and Merritt was a piece of unmixed good fortune. —Philadelphia Record. The lion is doing some heavy growling, but the bear keeps ominously quiet. He may intend to rush the growler when least expected.—Cleveland Plain Dealer. It was a war without a single repulse to our arms, and the most serious consequences of which were the result of bad management in our camps.—Boston Herald. The fall of Manila by arms, instead of its surrender by cartel, materially improves the position of the United State* in the negotiation at Paris.—Philadelphia Press. There is one way to divide up the Santiago sea fight, and that is to give Sampson credit for the blockade and Schley credit for the fight.—Memphis Commer-cial-Appeal.

So far as the comments of the American press on the subject, during a period of four weeks, indicate anything, the purchase of a patent incubator by the Hon. Grover Cleveland is without political significance. —Milwaukee Sentinel. Our Pacific Possessions. Possession is nine points of law.—Boston Globe. It is definitely settled that they must not be returned to Spain.—New York Journal. There is every reason to demand that the Philippines should hot be given up or divided.—Tacoma Ledger. There is a constantly increasing sentiment throughout the country in favor of the retention of the Philippine Isiands.— Nebraska State Journal.

The spectacle of Dewey alone at Manila, but in control in spite of everything, is a solemn protest against giving back the Philippines.—Concord Evening Monitor. American blood has been spilled upon the soil of the Philippines. It is time to stop the talk of the surrender of the island to Spain.—St. Louis Globe-Democrat. There is no longer the slightest apparent objection among the European powers to our assuming the full ownership and responsibility for the Philippines.—Detroit Tribune. Give up the Philippines? Oh. no; not this year! We want them for commerce and civilization, and we also want them for strategic reasons quite as much.—Asbury Park Journal. There is no disguising the temper of the American people. The people of the United States want the Government at Washington to secure the full control of the Philippine Islands. —Peoria Jonuninl. What! Give up Manila! By no means. Let the agitators call it Imperialism if they will, but the true American spirit will demand that we shalk,not surrender one inch of territory upon which we ha ve so gallantly fought.—Philadelphia Inquirer. There is no determination yet as to what we shall do with those islands, but the people are just as firmly resolved that Spain shall never have them again as they are that she shall relinquish all claim to Cuta and Porto Rico.—Richmond (Va.) Times. We presume there were people who talked about “imperialism” when Thomas Jefferson bought Louisiana, and, later on, when Secretary Seward purchased Alaska. There is no imperialism in the present policy of the American Government. No reason obtains why a republic should not have colonies as well as an empire or a monarchy.—Kingston Daily Freeman. Hobion and Hi* Kia*. Now that the girls have begun kissing Hobson, it is high time for him to hurry to the front. —Boston Globe. Beware, take care, Hobson! There - is more peril in promiscuous kissing than there is in dynamite, and its victims ar* more numerous. —Boston Herald. Having shown an admiring world how he could handle anything nautical from a collier to a cruiser, Hobson has now demonstrated how gallantly he can handle a “smack"—whether it be nautical or merely naughty.—Philadelphia Record. As smart n man as Hobson and especially a person by that name is entitled to his own choice in such a purely personal matter. The United States pays him for his services in the navy, nnd gets it* money’s worth, but being a kissing block is not among the duties imposed by th* Government regulations.—Utica Pre**. • Dewey First and Last. Admiral Dewey made the entrance of the war and he makes tis exit as well. From first to Inst he has held the center of the stage.—Philadelphia Press. Admiral Dewey has won new laurels. His capture of Manila is likely to make him commander-in-chief of the whol* American fleet.—Boston Journal. Messrs- Dewey and Merritt have issued a protocol of their own whose terms will not need construction with the aid of a dictionary and a grammar.—Louis.villa Courier-Journal