Semi-weekly Independent, Volume 2, Number 47, Plymouth, Marshall County, 22 April 1896 — Page 6

A CASE OF SELF-DECEIT.

He thinks he's n cynic and closes his eyes To th sun which i faithfully shining. And ho vows that to carp is the way to be wise. And that life is but slumber ami dining, Fersistent, he struggles his conscience to throw Into states that are railed cataleptic; lie wants to be "modern and wicked," you know, - . When, in fact, he is only dyspeptic. In silonee he winks at himself with a leer In the presence of gnyety harmless. His sigh is a prowl and his laugh is a sneer As he vows that existence is charmless. And he l-)-ks on himself with a pitiful pride As a vastly superior skeptic; His claims misanthropic he won't hear denied. When, in fact, he is only dyspeptic. Washington Star. D'YK think you can tend her while I'm gone?" asked Uncle Burritt. "Of course wo can. We know exactly how to do it." "So I s'poso so I s'poso," said Uncle Burritt, as if his doubt of the ability of the loy and girl who stood before him to manage the big wheat elevator was -wholly unfounded. "I'll be back as soon's I can," he continued, "an' if the Nancy Holl steams up 'fore I pet back you tell the cap'u to hitch and lay alongside." "Oh, I can open the chutes," said Matt, eagerly. "Of course be can," chimed Laura. "Hotter wait 'till yer ohl uncle gets back; he won't be long cumin'." And Uncle Hurritt, having shaken the wheat dust off his coat and combed back bis hair before the cracked mirror, seated himself in his buekboard and rattled up the road. Matt, who was 10 years old. drew himself up on the high stool in the office with some dignity. It was the first time he had ever been left in charge of the elevator, and be felt the importance of his position. His sister Laura, w ho was in, peered out of the little window and wished something exciting would happen. And hardly had she wished when something did happen. The Nancy Hell logan to toot down the river. "Matt, there comes the Nancy," cried Laura. A moment later a huge side-wheel river steamer came splashing around the bend and drew up under the rocky bank, on the top of which perched the elevator. The oflice where Matt and Laura were sitting was a hundred yards away, at the edge of the hill road. Here the farmers sold their wheat, which was emptied into a car, weighed and trundled along a tramway that ra'i on a trestlework into the top of the elevator, where the wheat was dumped into one of the various bins. At the bottom of the tall building a number of chutes led out over the water, and when open the wheat from the elevator poured through them into the steamboat below. "Hey, there." called the captain of the Nancy Hell, pulling up the stoop bank, "are you ready to let us have that No. 1." "We're all readj only uncle isn't aero yet," answered Matt. "Can't you let her go?" "I could " "Hut uncle wanted us to ask you to ay alongside until he came back," completed Laura. The good-natured captain frowned. "We won't get clear of Fisher's bar :o-night, I'm afraid, if we wait. You've pened the chutes lots of times before," , ic said, turning to Matt. "Oh, yes. I could do it all right. It's 10 trouble at all " Matt made as if to go down to the iramway toward the elevator, but Laura seized him by the arm. . ''Uncle told us to wait," she said; 'don't go." "Oh, be won't care." said Matt, impatiently. "I'm no baby." TKioii be pulled himself away and an along the tramway. "(let your men ready," he shouted to :he captain, "the wheat's coming." Matt's heart throbbed with excitement. He felt that be bad suddenly at21 inert to the dignity of manhood. He reached the deep bin where the 'o. 1 wheat was kept and clambered 'rom the tramway down the little lädier to the hook which controlled the ,'hute. He knew that when he opened t the thousands of bushels of wheat in .lie bin would go swirling slowly down hrough the chute into the steamboat. "Are they ready, Laura?" he called. "Oh, don't. Matt," answered the girl. V "Are they ready, I say?" called Matt, his time angrily. - Iaura signalled to the captain with 'icr hand, as she had often done be'ore. . "Ready," came the answer. "Itendy," repeated Laura. Matt pulled the peg and then, pausng a moment, pulled the other, and .he hook dropped with a chug. He ; icard the grain swishing In the chutes 'ar below. With the pegs in his kind :ie started to climb the ladder that ran ,ip he sides .of the bin. Just at the op one of the pegs slipped and fell - nto the wheat lndow. Matt threw the peg which ho still ield on the tramway and scrambled lown the ladder. He didn't want Laura o know about his carelessness, and he mew well enough that the peg must low Ik? allowed to go down with the rheat or It might choke up the chute.

The peg lay on the wheat a few feet from the bottom of the ladder. Matt had often had occasion to cross the wheat In the bin. and so he waded put without any hesitation, his feet sinking in a few inches at every step. Already the air was full of dust caused by the agitation of the wheat in the chute lolow, and Matt choked as he stooped to pick up the peg. -Tust as he turned, one of Ids feet sunk down suddenly as is something deep in the bin had seized it. The next instant the whole center of the wheat in the bin sunk suddenly, and Matt found himself slipping slowly downward. With a startled cry he tried to reach the ladder. Hut the wheat below him was like quicksand. The harder he struggled the more the wheat shelved off ami slipped tinder his feet, and the more it seemed to him that an awful something deep in the bin had fastened to his feet and was dragging him down. The consciousness of having disobeyed his uncle lent terror to the situation, and the dust was becoming more and more choking. In that moment Matt recalled stories he had heard of men who had been suffocated in elevators, and he grew suddenly hopeless. He had sunk almost to his waist when Laura appeared in answer to his repeated calls. "Help!" he coughed. Laura peered for a moment into the dark bin and then she seemed transfixed with terror. "Hun for help," cried Matt. Without a word Laura disappeared, flying down the tramway with flying hair. Reaching the office she suddenly realized that Matt might sink and be killed before she could get the men from the boat up the hill. "What shall I do?" and she wrung her bauds. Her eye fell upon an empty barrel in the corner of the office. The next moment she was spinning it along the tramway to the elevator. "Here, Matt. Matt," she called. The boy, who was now waist-deep In the wheat and had almost given up the struggle, hardly looked up. Hut when the barrel came bumping against him he seemed to recover. "Hold on till I come back," cried Laura. Then she sped along the tramway and lown the hill to the boat. With choking voice she told the captain of her trouble. There was no way of shutting off the sucking of the wheat through the chute below, but a half dozen men with ropes and poles were soon speeding up the hill. Laura led them to the bin, but when she peered down she cried out in despair. Only the top of the barrel was visible in the sinking wheat. "There, there, child; don't be frightened yet," said the captain. In a moment two men with ropes around under their arms were wading In the wheat, while two others had succeeded in closing the chute. This prevented further sinking of the wheat, but the dust was still suffocating. With poles and shovels they pried up the barrel, and when they lifted it out they found that it covered Matt's head and shoulders. But Matt wag unconscious. "If it hadn't been for the barrel he'd have died," said tbo captain. At last they lifted him out and he opened bis eyes just as Uncle Burritt came into the oflice. When Uncle Hurritt heard the story he did not say a word to Matt, but he turned and laid his hand on Laura's bead. Laura was still tearful. "My brave, obedient girl," he said.

A Hesetting Sin. Apparently some women do not know that public conveyances are not pnper places for ventilating domestic grievances or indulging in personal gossip. Says Dona hoe's Magazine: Why will women talk a'oud in street ears and other public places? The haln it is becoming general, women of relined appearance and educated spevch indulging in it as freely as their sisters fpm the uncultured walks of life. Family matters are openly discussed, the good qualities of relatives and their defects commented uion freely, and names mentioned with the utmost indifference to the fact that chance listeners may recognize them. The other day. in a crowded car, a young woman was expatiating upwthe many charms of a male acquaintance :vh ftlacked oclyj one css-n:fcil of the model husband means of support. And then ensued an animated debate, dur ing which the family affairs of the un fortunate young man and his bride wen made known to all who cared to listen. Blubber Baths for Rheumatism. In Australia they have a whale cure for rheumatism which is said to be effective, though disagreeable. It was discovered by a drunken man, who was staggering along the beach near the whaling station at Twofold Hay, and who, seeing a dead whale cut open, took a header into the decomposing blubber. It took two hours for him to work his way out, but ho was then not only solder, but cured of his rheumatism. Now a hotel has been built in the neighboring town of Eden, where rheumatic patients wait for the arrival of a whale in order to take blubber baths. But ttie Flag Went Up. A Johannesburg correspondent states that Jameson would have gone on fighting at Krugersdorp, but when the officers saw the Staats Artillery coming up with the Maxims In charge of Oerman gunners, "flesh and blood could stand it no longer." Jameson, adds the writer, was watering his horse, when Col. Scott came up to him and said: "Sir, we must surrender; it seems hopeless." The only answer ho got was: "I will not surrender; let them shoot mo where I stand, but surrender? Never!" The Colonel moved away, and the next minute up went' the white flaj.

BIG EOW AT THE END.

SECRETARY CARLISLE IN CHICAGO. SPEAKS t ree-Silvcr Advocates Create a Scene at the Meeting They Fire a Volley of Questions at the Speaker Police Ta'te a Hand in A flu Irs. Carlisle at Chicago Secretary of the Treasury John G. Carlisle addressed an audience ia the Chicago Auditorium for nearly two hours Wednesday night oa the financial question. Gold was down oa the program, and had the platform. Silver was down on gold and had the fun. Altogether, says a correspondent, the address of the gold advocate was as near a Harvey-Horr debate as the friends of the white metal could make it. And it only wanted a little more warm blood and a little less police to end in a row. Mr. Carlisle had held his long and antust form in the vision of the people for two hours when the silver men began. Then the lights went out and that ended the incipient debate. They began this way. Mr. Carlisle had just thanked the people for listening to him. Col. J. C. Roberts, a prominent member of the People's party and one of the editors of the National Bimctallist, who had stumped the South for Mr. Carlisle ia the days when the Secretary talked not of gold bat of silver, arose in his seat, and, in a role that was heard above the din of cheering and other noises, demanded the attention of the chairman, M. J. Carroll, who had called upon Secretary Grady to read a resolution thank'oj? Mr. Carlisle for having accepted the invitation of trade unionists to address them. "I desire to ask Mr. Carlisle," said Col. Itoberts, "to answer one question." "Sh-h-h-h-h," said the people, and Mr. Carlisle did not turn his retreating form. M. J. Carroll, who had not called for short words of testimony in closing, jumped up with the resolutions iu his hand. "Whereas " he began. "Why don't you let the speaker answer the question," shouted another man, rising in an excited little group. "Whereas " "Mr. Chairman, why don't you " The "whereas" seemed to have it and the resolution, which advised all the workIngmen to read Mr. Carlisle's speech and voted him unlimited thanks, was read, although for the rising din it might as well have been Weyler's proclamation. The groups of silver men, who were intent upon asking the question, were noisy and. belligerent But two policemen had Col. Itoberts in their eyes, and found him and conducted the Populist to the rear. Chairman Carroll finally managed to put the resolution of thanks to a vote. There were thunderous "yeas," but the "noes" would have carried any ordinary caucus. Little whirlpools of turmoil were forming in different parts of the house, and the policemen were kept busy. The crowd, too, was moving homeward. "Hurrah for Eugene V. Debs, anyway," yelled a silver man. This called forth a vigorous response. "Hurrah for John G. Carlisle," shouted a gold man in the gallery. The "house" was plainly "gold." By this time the police had circulated their rotund forms quite thoroughly and the belligerents were quieted. The question which they wanted to ask, and for which Col. Itoberts rose, related to Carlisle's speech in 1ST8, when he pronounced the demonetization of silver "the most gigantic crime of this or any other age," which would "ultimately entail more misery upon the human race than all the wars, pestilence and famine that ever occurred in the history of the world." The silveritcs had fun earlier in the evening by distributing the following tribute to Mr. Carlisle, until the police stopped them: "John G. Carlisle, of Kentucky, after a lifetime devoted to the free coinage of silver at the ratio of 1G to 1, was suddenly converted in 1S93 to the gold standard ia order to secure a seat in Cleveland's cabinet "He now comes here, fresh from the banquet tables of the Wall street gold bugs, to tell the idle and starving workIngmen of Chicago how they may be successfully robbed by the gold bugs for the next four years." DEBS BARRED OUT. Faculty of Chicago University Refuses to Let Hint Address Students. Division of opinion and not a little feeling has been aroused among the students of the Chicago University by the decision of the faculty In barring E. V. Debs from speaking to the students some time during the next quarter. At a meeting of the local oratorical association it was agreed to Invite the labor leader. Wrhen tht memhers of the faculty were apprised

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of the intended invitation they immediately sent out for the representatives of the association and firmly demanded that no such invitation should be issued.

RED LAKE RESERVATION. Grand Rush for Hornet to Take Place on May 15, Ia an Irregular rectangle in northwestern Minnesota, with a length of 112 miles and a breadth of 100, with a frontier of about "00, and containing 900.U00 acres ready for settlement, is the great Red Lake reservation, the last of the large northwestern Indian reservations. It is to be opened to the settler on May 15. The entire reserve consists of about 4,000,000 acres, but much of it contains pine and will not be allowed for settlement, while more is to be reserved for the l.'rfX) Indians of the lied Lake Chippewas, and will not come into the market until the band is wiped out or has become sufficiently civilized to take and improve allotments and cease to be the ward of the nation. The reservation is virgin territory, of meadow, oak opening, reclaimable bog, prairie and brush lands, an unbroken wilderness of pine and hardwood forest, of tamarack, cedar and spruce swamp, of muskeg and of lake, brook and river. Save the freighters' roads to and from the trading post at the agency at the south shore of the lake, in the center of the lands, and the marks of the surveyor's ax and scribe on section lines and corner?, there are no signs of the intrusion of the white man on this the greatest hunting and fishing ground held for the northwestern Indians. Were it not 'for the prevalent industrial and financial depression there would be a rush to this promised land as great as was that at the opening of the Oklahoma country, and as it is there is the greatest movement of people that the Northwest has ever scon. German and Scandinavian farmers are in the majority of incomers. The .States of Iowa, Minnesota and Dakota have furnished the largest quota. Southern Michigan, the Dunkard colonies of Indiana, Nebraska, and even the New Knsland 'States are looked oa to he represented later by hundreds of colonists. The lied Lake lands are beautiful for situation, well watered by streams whose sources are in never-failing springs, while ten to fifteen feet will tap the underground veins in any part of the lands to be opened. There is no danger of drouth. There are no prettier locations for homos in all the West than on the streams that the lied Lake Indians have so zealously guarded for these many years, and are now about to give up. Around the streams and bordering the lakes is the timber growth, which, next to the meadow grass, will yield to the fortunate possessor the most ample returns until the cleared land may produce crops. This timbered growth comprises all the woods common to the Vrth, poplar predominating, and all in a thrifty condition. The timber is interspersed with hazel bushes, an unfailing sign of excellent soil. Several railroads are preparing to cross the lands in the near future, most of them running to the Lake Superior entrepot of Duluth, which will give the finest market in the Northwest to the grain and produce raised. Among these roads is the Farmers' Kailroad of the North Dakota agriculturists, under the lead of D. W. I lines. The opening of this reservation will have widespread results. It will push the frontier into Canada; it will settle the vacant lands in northern Minnesota and make them tributary to the wholesalers"! of Minneapolis, St. Tnul and Duluth; it will doable the population of the surrounding towns In a month; it will add 20,000 people to the census of Minnesota in the first year; it will infuse new blood and new life into the farming communities of the Northwest. THREE KINGS

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GEN. FITZHUGH LEE.

Something: of the Newly Appointed Consul General to Cuba. Gen. Fitzhugh Lee, the newly appointed consul general to Cuba, is a nephew of Gen. Robert E. Lee and served under the 1 -:w"'.4- vx OEX. FITZIIUGIt LEE. great Confederate leader during the war of the rebellion. He was born in 1S33 at Clermont, Fairfax County, Virginia, and was graduated from the military academy in 1K5G. Commissioned asjlieutenant in the Second cavalry, he went to the fron tier, was severely wounded by the Indians and was recalled to be instructor of cav airy at nest Point. When the war came Lieut. Lee resigned his commission and joined the Confederate cause. At first he did staff duty and was adjutant general of Ewell's brigade. In September, 18U, he was made lieutenant colonel of the First Virginia cavalry and soon af terward was promoted to be colonel. He served in all the campaigns of the army of northern Virginia. In 1Si2 Lee was made a brigadier general and a major general m 1S33. At Winchester, in 1SG4. ho was disabled by a severe wound, which kept him from duty for several months. In 1SC3 he was placed in command of the whole cavalry corps of the army of north ern Virginia, and a month later surren dored to Gen. Meade at Farmville and retired to his Virginia home. In 18t35 he was elected Governor of Virginia. Geo. Lee goes to Cuba with absolute liberty to travel about wherever he pleases unob structed and unrestricted by the Span iards. Should the President desire any ia formation concerning the state of affairs in Cuba the new consul general will be in a position to gather it. It is known that Gen. Lee, while being a fair man, warm ly sympathizes with the insurgents. FARM WORK PROGRESSING. Weekly Reports of the Weather IIa reau Coverinu Crop Prospects. The Weather Bureau, in summing up the situation in weather and crop circles, says that in the Southern States the week has been generally "favorable for farm work, which has made good progress. In the more Northern districts, owing to the lateness of thv season, farming operations are much delayed, but are being pushed forward as rapidly as possible. Cotton planting is now quite genera I. in the northern portion of the cotton belt, is well advanced in the southern portion, and the early planted is coming up. In Florida, it is nearly finished. Winter wheat is re ported in excellent condition in Nebraska and eastern Kansas, and much improved and looking well In Iowa. Missouri, Arkansas, Tennessee and northern Illinois. Less favorable reports are received from Wisconsin, Michigan, Ohio, West Vir ginia. Virginia, Maryland, Pennsylvania and New York, in some of which States it has been winter killed and is in poor condition. No corn has yet been planted north of the Ohio river, but some planting has been done as far north as Kentucky and Virginia. West of the Mississippi some corn hns heen planted ns far north as southern Nebraska. Planting is nearly completed in Oklahoma, and is in progress in Missouri. In Illinois and Indiana plowing for corn is general. In the Southern States corn planting is practically completed. START A BLAND BOOM. Missouri Democrats Declare for Freo Silver Coinasre. II. P. Inland's boom for the presidential nomination, on a free coinage of silver platform, was launched with great enthusiasm by the Mis souri Democratic State convention at Sedalia. It was the largest gathering of the party ever held in the State, for. In addition to the 533 delegates, over 2,000 visitors were present. Chairman Mofli. v. l!i.AM. fitt of the State Central Committee called the convention to order in Wood's ()era House at 12:30 o'clock. After prayer by Uev. J. S. Meyer, ex-Congressman William M. Hatch was announced as tenipirary chairman, and Jeff Pollard of St. Louis as temporary secretary. Mr. Hatch made a spirited address, and throughout its delivery was cheered long and loud. The mention of Mr. Bland's name ns one of the most valuable and faithful of Democrats brought forth a flood of applause and cheers. Mr. Hatch hoped the Chicago convention would adopt an unequivocal silver platform. IN COUNCIL.

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HOMESICK IN LONDON.

A Fellow-Feelinc Frompted the Adop tion of a Lonely Child. An American clergyman who had crossed the Atlantic for a holiday Journey took aimrtmeats in the center of London, and made a laborious effort to see the sights and to enjoy himself. ' He was alone, and had no acquaint ances in the great city. He drove up hud down the streets on omnibuses: ie visited Westminster Abbey, S-t. iul's Carhedral, scores of old churches und the Tower of Loudon; he had several excursions on the Thames; he walked over ten miles a day, and nevertheless he was intolerably lonely and homesick. It was his first journey in England, and he had expected to etnjoy every moment of it; but at the end of a fortnight he was footsore and dejected, and wished himself well out of London, and Kick in his quiet study at home preparing a sermon for Sunday. One Saturday morning he started out for a long walk, leaving his guide book In his room, and having uo plan for the inorntu's recreation and uo destination. He walked for several miles, passing from one swarming hive of population to another, and pen ctra ting far into the wide reaches of the East End. The vastness of Loudon oppressed him. There were crowds of men, women anj children wherever he went, but not a face that he hnl ever seen before, or would ever soe again. Turning from the busier and wider streets, he found a narrow lane where the houses were blackeued with grime, and apparently deserted and empty. Weary from his long trump, he sat down on the stone step of a dreary tenement house, and smiled grimly as he fancied what his friends at home would say If they could catch a glimpse of him in so strange and desolate a place. While he was sitting there he heard a child's sobbing voice from the open In 11 way behind him. Looking around, he saw a little urchin of ten, dressed in tattered clothes, and crying as though his heart would break. -What is the matter, my little fellow?" asked the clergyman, in his gentlest tone. 'Homesick, sir," said the child. "Since mother died I have had no home. I don't seem to belong to anybody. I want some one to talk to." "Well, lad, there are two of us. I am very lonely, too." "But haven't you a home anywhere?" "Yes, but it is a long way off, across, tiie sea." "Why don't you go back to it? If I only had a home I would never leave it." The lonely minister, who had found his vacation iu the awful solitude of London, with its millions of human souls, unutterably depressing, did not have an answer ready. Hut his heart went out to the homeless little waif. The remainder of his vacation was devoted to his new acquaintance. He took the child out of the empty house, obtained decent clothes for him at a charitable institution, paid board for him at a lodging house, and finally carried him to America at the end of tho vacation. "We have been lotfi or us homesick." said the good man, "and have made companionship for eaeli other. I cannot leave my only friend behind me to become homesick again in the solitudes of this great city" Youth's Companion. All Accounted For. Years ago the courts in western NewYork found it a matter of great ditliculty to collect juries for the trial of rases. Not many of the n.eu of the region took enough interest in the carrying on of courts of justice to be willing to leave their daily work to answer oven an imperative summons to tly jury box. One case of considerable importance was adjourned from day to day. so the story runs, on account of the mj-steri-ous disappearance every morning of some of the twelve men who had been, drawn and sworn on the jury; there were never more than eight of these unwilling victims to be found at one and the sarue time. One morning, however, when the Judge's patience had entirely departed, the sheriff came bursting into the court room, his face Hushed with the excitement of victory. "It's all right now, your Honor'" he cried Joyfully. "You can try the case to-daj-, for we 11 have the jury bv 12 o'clock sure. It ain't but 10 o'clock now, and I've got eleven of 'cm locked up in my bam, and we're running the twelfth man with dogs, your Honor!" A Verbose Senator. A United States Senator with a statistical turn of mind has made some remarkable calculations based upon the ability already displayed by Senator Marion Butler, of North Carolina. to make long speeches. Mr. liutler only entered the Senate at the beginning of the present "session. ct he has already made six speeches of considerable length. The statistician figures that if he should continue iu the way he has begun and should remain in the Senate as long as Senator Harris, of Tennessee, it will cost the United States something like over $1,000,000 to print hia speeches. Accommodating. ' The following is told of an old lady who had her hair cut off in a severe illness, and wore a wig in its place. She was staying In a continental hotel, and on day noticed a gentleman looking curiously at her hair. Soon after, on some excuse, he crossed the room to behind where she sat. She calmly got up, turned around, and lifting her hair from her head, said "Yes, sir; It is a wig." The more confidential friends a man Las. the fewer secrets he has-