Terre Haute Weekly Gazette, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 11 November 1886 — Page 11

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THE WOMAN ANARCHIST.

MRS. LUCY PARSONS,IWIFE OF ONE OF THE SENTENCED SEVEN.

What She Loolu Like and What 8h« Says Her Mexican Ancestors Her Dream of the Dawn of a New Day.

Her Flacky Battle at Orange.

[Special Correspondence.!

NEW YORK, NOV. 1.—Mrs. Lucy Parsons Is the wife of Albert Parsons, one of the seven Anarchists of Chicago now under sentence of death. Instead of sitting down to weep over the terrible doom of her husband she has

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out to carry her cause before the tribunal of the

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public. She bade her hus

band good-by, saying: "I will'go and appeal to the people. In case the inevitable comes, you, with the others, will go to a glorious death." She came to New York and spoke in Clarendon hall

over 3,000 persons.

She has been frequently spoken of as a colored woman. She is colored, but not with the blood of Africa. Her ancestors were Mexicans, native bom. "It has been charged," she said, "that the

Anarchists are all foreigners. My ancestors were here before any Europeans. They went forth to meet Cortds when he landed on the Pacific slope." She is about 33 years old, is firmly built and has dark, copper colored features. Her eyes

MBS. LTTCT PARSONS, are dark, softj and slow rolling and are set wide apart. Her forehead is low and her face broad. Her nose is of the flat or negro type. Her whole face has a strong suggestion of Aztec blood. With her heavy ear rings, topaz buttons and shining silk gown she has an air of old Egypt about her.

Her wavy hair is brushed back and knotted in becoming style on the top of her head. She wears black silk and velvet on the platform, and speaks with a grace and force that held her auditors' closest attention to the end. She has been quite as active a labor reformer as her husband, speaking again and again in Chicago and other points in the. west, to crowded halls. She is an exceedingly good, aven a wonderfully impressive speaker. Her audience follows her to the climax without an instant's weariness. The subject of her lecture in Clarendon hall was "The Nineteenth Century, and what it has done for the masses." She said, among other things:

It has done very little, indeed. Nine-tenths of the persons on this globe are condemned to toil for the other tenth.' These latter are the railway kings, factory czars and iron lords, who crush out the life blood of the weak women and still weaker children. They call us crazy Anarchists because we endeavor to bring about a change. They say we are trying to subvert civilization. We are not, I say. We are not enemies of the existing order of things. We are seeking to remedy the evils in our civilization. They say we are home destroyers. Suppose we were trying to turn everything into chaos, to upset the much-vaunted civilization which enables these railway kings, factory czars and iron lords to crush the life blood out of the people, could they blame us? We do not destroy. We only desire to demand our rights.

On the night of the meeting at the Haymarket I was at another meeting with my husband. He and I were at a meeting in another part of the city. I spoke at this meeting and had carried my children with me. In a little while the meeting was adjourned. My husband suggested that we go to the Haymarket. Heavens! what perfidious wretches we are! Our husbands carry the wiv^a and children they love right amidst destruction and slaughter. Did any one ever hear such lies?

It was proved that one little man had lighted the bomb. He was not an Anarchist. Police Captain Bonfleld had determined upon destroying the Anarchists. If it had not been for him and others of the policemen there would have been no riot. The police swore that a black and a red flag were waved in the Haymarket. It was rank, downright perjury. I believe that a black flag was waved twice. I waved one at a meeting and some one else at another meeting, to indicate that distress and want and suffering were abroad in the land. The red flag is indicative of the brotherhood of man.

More is involved in this sacrifice than you really can ielieve. Can you not seo that it is a movement of the capitalistic class against the laboring class throughout tho world? I tell you, if this damnable verdict is carried out the capitalists will label everything anarchy, and they will have it put out of sight.

Her husband, Albert R. Parsons, is a native of Massachusetts, and is about 45 years old. He was, it is said, for some time a scout in Texas and was considered a "dead shot."

If anybody supposes that it was an easy thing to find Mrs. Lucy Parsons in New York city, and talk with her, even when she was most prominently before the public, he supposes what was not the case. A reporter went from one great labor reformer to another, and then from one violent revolutionist to another, to find out where she was stopping. Ail were faithful agnostics, for they knew nothing about anything. Yet Mrs. Parsons was addressing large audiences, and had a train of followers whose names made quite a showing in the daily prints. But none could be found who knew where she was stopping, or who could secure private audience with her. At last a vigilant reporter—who ever heard of one that wasn't vigilant and kept his situation—found her by accident, and they sat down together and talked a vast half hour. She dreams of the dawning of a day when power will be decentralized when the supply will be only enough to meet the demand when the farmer will supply only so much of the products of the land the shoemaker so many shoes the hatter so many hats, and so on when land will be in common when there will be no rent, no interest and no profit, therefore no Jay Goulds, no Vanderbilts, no corporations and no moneyed power. This she regards as only the evolutionary stage of anarchism—the revolutionary to be reached when the great middle classes ore practically extinct.

Mrs. Parsons showed "what she could do under opposition at Central ball, in Orange, N. J., on Sunday, the 24th. The hall was engaged for a meeting, and it wasn't understood that the woman Anarchist was to be the attraction until two days before the time appointed. When it was understood the owners of the hall became very much excited, and resolved to keep Mrs. Parsons and her adherents out-at all hazards. So they locked the door.

A not particularly large group gathered at the entrance at the hour named for the lecture and awaited results. Orange is a staid and law abidinc town, not supposed to sympathize with revolutionists or new-fangled doings of any kind. Considerable interest was manifested, and there was much craning of peaccable New Jersey necks when a short, slight little woman, with a complexion like a new penny, pushed through the crowd and mounted tho stairs and tried to open the door. The crowd was confirmed in its belief when it heard the litttle woman remark that she had hired the haU and would get in somehow

Even the most pacific people grow a little bit excited when they see a fuss imminent, especially if there is a woman in it. The honest citizens of Jersey confessed by their looks that they were interested. Five or six young men followed Mrs. Parsons to the head of the stairs with a rush—not to help her uyen the door, but to see what she would da There is great comfort to the mass of humanity in seeing individuals under a stress like that—a sort of "strange delight in human passions."

The owner of the hall about that time put in an appearance, and while he was wondering what he had better do about it the little woman with the coppery complexion gave the light folding doors a rigorous shake and they flew open. Then there was hurrying in hot haste, and a call for "A guard, hoi a guard!" by the owner of the hall. A live petticoated Anarchist had really entered the hall. A pale but spirited young man seized a musket, fixed a bayonet and took position at the head of the stairs.

Mrs. Parsons walked quietly to a window, threw it up and said to the crowd, "Come up. I am here and I'm going to speak." The audience accepted the invitation and started up, but tho young man with the bayonet discouraged them, whereupon tho plucky Mrs. Parsons walked up to him and talked to him in away that so disintegrated his self-respect that he retired into an anteroom and put down his weapon of carnage in self-loathing. Meantime the owner of the hall urged the people to step down and out, but instead they stepped up and in. Then the city marshal and his able force were sent for.

They arrived, and began to drive the audience out, first rounding them into the center of the hall, and then attempting to drive them to the door, cowboy style. Mrs. Parsons again came to the rescue, and energetically put backbone into her listeners. Sne assured them that-she had a contract for the ball, and when the marshal realized the truth and force of this he desisted from expelling her audience, but stayed, with his men, to keep the plucky little petticoated Anarchist from picking up Orange and carrying it off into some awful region peopled only by Anarchists and reformers.

Then Mrs. Parsons mounted a bench in a corner of the hall, and as she stood there, with burning eyes and blazing cheeks, the most fear laden of her auditors admitted that she was handsome. A dozen or more men were so overcome with respect for her courage that they involuntarily took off their hats and stood near her. Some of the extremely respectable and noticeably prominent citizens present stood afar off, and couldn't possibly be suspected of having the faintest degree of sympathy with the fiery little speaker. The owner of the hall moved about uneasily, telling his side of the story to any one complaisant enough to listen, while the city marshal also explained his attitude. Meantime Mrs. Parsons spoke to the end of her bent, and at last went away with victory perched particularly high upon her banner.

Mrs. Parsons will remain here a week or so longer, and has promised to lecture a number of times. She has engagements to speak in Brooklyn, Newark, Jersey City, New Haven, Bridgeport. Boston, Pittsburg and Cleveland.

In a letter to her husband recently she spoke of the social fabric of the metropolis as one which filled her with disgust, and that the degradation of the laboring poor filled her heart with pity. HOMER C. WIXON.

A PROGRESSIVE PRIEST.

Father McGlynn, the Central Figure 'in the Henry George Movement, [Special Correspondence.

NEW YORK, NOV. 1.—Rev. Edward MoGlynn, or Father McGlynn, as his people lovingly call him, is the central figure in the Henry George movement here. Mr. George, as everybody knows, is a prominent Knight of Labor. About two months ago, when the Knights began to talk of nominating him for mayor of New York, he told them beswould accept the nomination if they would pledge him 80,000 names. Father McGlynn was the first to step forward and offer his heartiest help. It was in his little parlor that the small but forceful council of reformatory spirits met to talk it over. They talked it over to considerable purpose, too, for tho list of SO,000 names has been swollen to nearly 50,000, and the entire country is interested in the campaign now open in

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New York. When asked for his views Dr. McGlynn said: "I have not the slightest hesitancy

REV. EDWARD M'GLYNN.

in proclaiming from the housetops, if it must be, that I am thoroughly in sympathy with, a devout believer in and a disciple of Henry George, and I never lose an opportunity of expressing myself as such."

He has always had the leaven of a progressive spirit working in him. His departures from regulation conduct have been numerous, but never offensive. Years ago they used to say of his church that it was the only theatre open in Now York on Sunday. When a famous tenor, glorious contralto or far-famed soprano came to the city Father McGlynn secured him or her for a solo at the morning service, in order that the poor of hij people might hear the best in musical art since they could not pay to hear it.

His church is St. Stephen's, at tho corner of Twenty-ninth street and Third avenue. It is a modest enough edifice externally, but within is rich in art treasures, painting and sculpture. Over the high altar is a picture of the crucifixion, by Brumidi. In 1878 St. Stephen's had a parish numbering about 25,000. Its Sunday school contained 1,600 scholars, and was directed by 120 teachers. Its membership is now very much larger.

Dr. McGlynn is a native New Yorker, and is now 49 years old. He was educated at the public schools and the free academy and in Rome His mother was a woman of strong character and fine intellectual gifts. His brothers have been prominent in California politics. After his ordination he came to New York, where his first duty was to look after soldiers at the old arsenal in Central park during the war. About twenty-one years ago ne was appointed pastor of St. Stephens by the late cardinal.

He is a fine-looking man, with a refined, handsome, Irish face. As an orator he possesses great power. His prominent characteristic is an abounding and comprehensive charity. One man who knows him well said: •Til tell you one thing about Father McGlynn. I'll warrant you he hasn't the second pair of trousers to his name." Being the kind of man who thinks for others before he thinks of himself, this is probably true. And why should he or any otb«r man want two pairs of trousers* He can only wear one pair at a time.

Rev. Huntington, a Protestant Episcopal priest., has also been active in the Henry George movement. Dr. McGlynn helped to organize the Tax Reform league, in which Rev. Heber Newton as well as Henry George is' greatly interested. One of its objects is the establishment of a system of free transportation. Of this Dr MeGlynn says:

I see nothing subversive in the idea of having free city railroads, whether operated by steam or horse power, any more than in the idea of providing free parks, libraries, schools, baths and public meeting plains. I am somewhat sick of the petty squabbles of our politics and our politicians, and think it is nearly time that parties should be divider! br proat issues like these—namelr. the

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THE GAZETTE: TERREHAUTE, INDIANA, THURSDAY. NOVEMBER 6 1880.

nationalization ot trie tanu, lue uuer aoouuon monopolies and the iniquitous control of the means of transportation now exercised by a privi leged few, and the adbption of free trade—not the so-called British free trade, which is but a half-hearted one, but which I should prefer to call American free trade, such as exists between our states over the length and breadth of the continent.

Father McGlynn stands in no fear of re proof from higher ecclesiastical authorities. He carries out his reformatory notions as fai as possible, without let or hindrance. He is a humanitarian of the most earnest and active type, and has the unbounded respect of Protestants and the entire confidence of his people. MAX ELTON.

Child Lon.

All the WOrM. it is said, loves 4 lover, but it is no less true that all the world loves children and while we may tire of tales of love, however ardent and sentimental they and we may be, we are always ready to smile over stories of the vagaries of childhood. There are glimpses of the awakening of tho powers of the mind in these anecdotes of children, of which every parent has more or less to tell, and we perhaps pardon the weakness of vanity more readily in this direction than in any other.

The whimsically distorted shapes into which the thoughts and theories of older people are transformed in passing through a child's brain are often suggestive as well as entertaining. "The mind," a littlfe fellow says, "is something that turns round and round in your head and makes up stories."

And, upou the whole, one is inclined to comment that metaphysicians do not come much nearer to any clear definition of the intellectual faculties. The drollness of children's remarks oftenest consists in their looking at things ideal or intellectual from a strictly material basis. They measure probabilities by their experience, and have not yet learned to construct a world of theory beyond that apparent to the senses. "The clouds," observed a little 4-year-old girl, "must be solid, or the angels would tumble through." "Oh, they can fly like the birds 1" her brother, 3 years older, assured her. "Oh no!" she replied, calling to mind the fact that she had seen the tail feathers of the hens clipped to keep them from flying, "of course they can't, for they haven't any tails."

On another occasion this same child observed to her mother, in the most matter of fact tone: "I wish I was as high as the moon and the stars, and then I'd take a great ladder and go up and look on God's mantel piece and see if I could find any peppermints there."

Children amuse and bewilder alike by their logic and their want of it. "Dear Aunt Susan," little Bob says, in the fulness of his admiration for his aunt, "Mfhen I grow up I hope I shall bo just such a woman as you are."

Sometime? the definitions of children are most amusing. A little fellow of 3 years replaced the expression "sets my teeth on edge" by the more original and striking phrase, "It makes my teeth itch."

Dr. Burt G. Wilder, the well-known naturalist, relates that, his parents being Grahamites, his earliest years were passed in ignorance of the fact that people used flesh for food. By some change of opinion, however, they came to more ordinary customs, and one day a roasted chicken was served for dinner. The 6-year-old lad gazed in bewilderment at this mysterious dish for some moments, the light of a great discovery dawning upon him, and at length he burst out in conviction and astonishment, "I bet that's a dead hen-!"—a conclusion there was no gainsaying.

The most triumphant moment of a boy's life, everything being taken into account, is when he first discards petticoats for trousers. It is to be supposed that the feminine mind is deprived of the ecstatic thrill of this delicious moment, for the first trained dress does not come until long after the child is old enough to know that bitter is mingled with tho sweet of every cup, so that it is impossiblo to give herself up to enjoyment with the same abandonment of the wee man who gets his first genuinely masculine garments. A little fellow of 5, to whom had come this supreme period of his existence, drew himself up proudly before his sister of 3, and proceeded to impress upon her his true greatness. "Kittie," he observed, "you can't never wear pants.", A pause, in which he observed the effect of his words. "Kittie, you can't never have a mustache." A second rhetorical pause, during which the little sister looked up with pleading eyes and then the climax, delivered in atone of the most commiserating contempt, "Kittie, you can't never be a man nohow."

The accumulation of woe was too much for poor Kittie, who burst into a piteous howl at the perspective negation of her abased state, while her brother gazed proudly upon her distress with the air of a conqueror.

Small Robin showed himself under similar circumstances more of a gentleman. Arrayed in his new suit, he was at first speechless with sheer delight. Then at length his joy found tongue, and he burst out: "Oh, mamma, pants make me feel so grand! Didn't it make you feel grand when"

But an awful consciousness came over him that this bliss had never been shared by his mother, and he laid his wee, chubby hand pityingly against her cheek, saying, pathetically: "Poor mamma! poor mamma!"—Arl® Bates in Harper's Monthly.

Almost Bran New.

Old Gentleman.—And how old are you, my little man?" Little Freddie.—Pm not old at all, sir Pm nearly new.

Not Afraid of Work.

The Duke of Buckingham recently got up at 1 a. m., helped man afire engine, and worked energetically for five hours to save a neighbor's hayricks and barns from being burned.—Philadelphia Times.

The Montreal Carnival.

The executive committee on the Montreal winter carnival^ has decided to hold the carnival the first week in February. The ice palace is to be grander than ever before.— Frank Leslie's.

AMONG THE PARISIANS.

THE PARIS OF TO-DAY AND THE PARIS OF THE EMPIRE.

The Restless Atmosphere of the French Capital—The Problem of Republicanism In France—French and English Art—The

Intangible Influences of Paris.

{Special Correspondence,

PARIS, Oct. 15.—Once again I have seen Paris, where all good Americans go after death and take in all its joys and delights. But, alas! and alas! I know one American who doesn't want to go there, and who would rather spend an eternity amid the smoke and dirt and fog and mud of London than a very little span under the electric glare and tinsel and tawdry show of the gay capital. All day long you hear the steady clang of the "sounding brass" and the monotonous chime of the "tinkling cymbal," but you listen in vain for a genuine deep souled tone. There seems to be a restless expectancy pervading the very air. That cglossal chrysalis, the people, is still struggling for anew phase of existence, but is not at all sure of its future evolution. Hence this high wrought, nervous, almost fitful eagerness for the next move.

The very public buildings are affected. The antique repose that once permeated and lingered around the Louvre, the Tuileries, the Luxemburg and the other old haunts has vanished with the past—and republicanism has turned everything topsy turvy.

The Paris of to-day is separated from the Paris of the empire by a gulf so wide that no bridge can span it. Everything is done with a view to amusing and astonishing and overawing the blessed people. The bare headed women and the ouvriers in the blouse who swarm the streets and monopolize almost everything public must bo considered by the government or they might prove dangerous. So the lovely old Gothic Hotel de Ville,torn down by many of these same people, is replaced by a white staring mongrel edifice calculated to astonish the mob and warn off the sacrilegious.

Do you remember the lovely gardens of the Tuileries, with their shady walks, fountains, flower beds and velvety turf? Ichabod! Ichabod! There is no glory left^even the nurse girls and babies have been obiiged to seek other and more congenial quarters. Some kind of a fair is in progress, and where the flowers once grow and the turf reigned queen are peanut stands, booths for the sale of eatables, trinkets, nick-nacks of all sorts, from attar of roses from Persia to wooden toothpicks from America, and tents to exhibit fat women, lean men, electric wbmen, boa constrictors and other curiosities and monstrosities from nature's cabinet. This ohasto show is wound up by a truly magnificent display of fire works in the evening.

About two years ago the government instituted the Fete des Fleurs, which comes off variously, according to the weather in the gardens of the Tuileries. The demi-monde and the masculine elegants, laden with flowers, in flower-trimmed equipages, drive around the gardens and shower the people with these floral offerings. The blessed people laugh and scream and make a rush for the flowers, get, perhaps, a single rosebud,-go away to absinthe and sausage, fancy something wonderful has happened, and that they are the happiest people on earth. Vivo la republique I You can see that the republican government of France is wise in its day and generation in dealing with the masses, especially the inflammable material of Paris. Entertain them, keep them in good humor with shows, blind their eyes with glare and show, blot out all traces of the Bourbon and the Bonaparte. Lo! it has been done. The palace of the Tuileries has been turned into government offices. The pictures are moved from the stately old rooms of the Luxemburg into anew gallery typical of the Paris of today, and republican officers tramp wliers once the stately Medici swept in regal splendor.

The problem of republicanism in Franco is far from its solution. Tho equipoise requisite to self-government seems lacking in the nation, and, wanting this foundation, the fairest republican fabric may be demolished in an hour.

To turn from this royal refuse to the living present is a relief. I went to the Salon to compare French art with that I had seen in London. Well, there isn't much of a comparison. French art leads the world to-day and foreshadows a future greater than any past.

After the wilderness of mediocrity adorning the walls of the London academy it seemed a veritable fairy land as we stood at the head of the great staircase in the Salon. Exquisite technique, ideality, thought, life, soul, everything that can make a perfect art, were there. I had a glimpse of this art in the Grosvenor, in London, but in Paris alone does ono realize what a great art should be. It is nature, but naturo idealized. EMHA W. HIGLEV.

The Joke on Sam Collyer.

In the days when the Rev. Robert Collyer occupied the pulpit at Unity church his son Sam was, of course, a regular attestant at the services. H. G. Withrow-, a son of Thomas F. Withrow, the lawyer, used to pass tho collection box—"corn popper," he called it. Hal was fond of a joke, and one Sunday he saw a chance to perpetrate one on Sam. Sam had been quite attentive to a young lady, and had at last mustered up sufficient courage to bring her to church. When the collection plate came around he reached in his pocket, pulled out a nickel, and, with considerable eclat, dropped it in the box. Hal tfrow lack the plate, fished out the nickel, ai «l. landing it back, whispered: "I can't make the change to-da You should see to that yourself befor- ng to church."—Chicago Mail.

How She Cornered Him.

Young Small weed (looking over the photographs)—Who is this homely looking baby, Miss Dashaway?

Miss D.—Oh, that is a picture of myself at the age of 2 years. Young Small weed—Ah! Well, you knov, the homely babies always grow to be pretty, and vice versa.

Miss D.—Yes but that photograph is not at all like me. I was a very pretty child. (And then what can ha say?)—Life.

Gfime in Wisconsin

There's plenty of game up in or thern Wisconsin," said a hunter at the Northwestern depot. "The forest fires drove a heap of bears and deer into the woods up around Ashland and the Lake Superior country. A frierd of mine who got back from there the other day says that a dead shot with a rifle can make a good living and enjoy rare sport in the timber not touched by the fires. Snipe, prairie chicken, plover and ducks are as numerous as ever, and once in a while you will strike a big drove of wild turkeys or a flock of geese. There's plenty of sport in store for the hunter in Wisconsin this fall and winter."—Chicago Herald.

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New York.

AIIBANT, N. Y., NOV. 5.—The Albany Journal states that the total vote of the state, fourteen oountiee estimated, was about 950,000. The proposition for a constitutional convention must have 476,000 affirmative votes to be adopted. The returns reoeived indicated that the vote has fallen short of this number.

THE REPUBLICANS WIN

If the Presidential Contest is Thrown Into the House. WASHINGTON, NOV. 5.—[Indianapolis Journal special. J—The great importance to the Republicans of the result of the Congressional elections will be realized when it is considered that in case the next presidential election should be thrown into the House, there will be twenty state6 out of thirty-eight voting as a unit for the Republican candidate, as follows: California, Colorado, Illinois, Indiana, Iowa, Kansas, Maine, Massachusetts, Miohigan, Nebraska, Nevada, .New Jersey, New York, Ohio, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, Vermont, Virginia and Wisconsin to this tweDty it is possible. that West Virginia may be added, for Congressman Jilson, of that state, says it has elected three or four Republicans of the four representatives given to it. If the election is thrown to the House each state votes as a unit, according to the majority represented.

Edgar County Official.

PABIS, Nov. 5—The official returns in this county give a Democratic majority on the state ticket of 155, and a Demo cratio majority for Congressman from the Fifteenth district of 270. For state Senator, Thirty-first district, this oounty gives a Democratic majority of 277 for Representatives for the Thirty-first district, two Republicans are elected and one Democrat. Vermillion county has the two Republicans and this county the Democratic joint Representative. For county officers the Democrats elect the following: Judge, A. J. Hunter, 320 majority clerk, Keefer Laufman, 145 sheriff, J. H. Handley,80 treasurer, J. B. Wood, 137 superintendent of schools, James A. Kerrick, 179 majority.

Carlisle's Contest.

St Louis Poet Dispatch: It was the unexpected that happened in a good many cases in the recent election. That Speaker Carlisle would come near being defeated in a Kentucky district whose Democratic majority has ranged between 3,000 and 5,000 was not thought of as possible. But the very fact that there was no question of his election and no open effort to defeat him gave the Republicans and the sore-headed Democrats a chanoe to make a "still hunt" with a Labor candidate that came surprisingly near capturing his seat.

The Republicans were shrewd enough to organize quietly and poll their whole vote for the Labor candidate, and the organized Labor vote in the two cities of Covington and Newport, developed there, as elsewhere, the surprisingly large proportions which seem to have grown out of the disastrous strikes of last spring, while Carlisle's friends, lulled to inaction by the supposed certainty of his election, came very near letting him be defeated.

Such a defeat would have been a stunning blow to the Democratic party and we are not sure that it would not have been something of a boomerang to the nascent Labor party. Mr. Carlisle is more of a statesman and certainly not more of a Free Trader than Mr. Henry George is, and no man in public life has been firmer or braver than Mr. Carlisle in just opposition to the undue influence of banded capital in politics. When the blind Samson of the workshops wrathfully applies his shoulders to the pillars of the temple, he sometimes seems to care little of himself and bis best friends are crushed under the

Will Loose His Leer*

Willie Neely, the boy who was shot in the leg while out hunting on last Saturday, will in all probability loose his leg. Dr. Jenkins, who is attending hi m, say that several important blood vessels have been shot off and there is danger of mortification setting in.

Thanksgiving Sermon.

a meeting of the pastors held at Mr. Coming's study yesterday afternoon, it was unanimously resolved to hold the union Thanksgiving service at the Asbury M. E. church and Rev. Dr. Kirtley, of the Baptist church, was unanimously elected as the preaoher of the occasion.

Cold piercing winds seldom fail to bring on a cough, cold, or hoarseness at this season, and Dr. Bull's Cough Syrup should be kept in every house.

BOB iNGEKsoiiii says: "I believe in protecting 'infant industries,' but I do not believe in rocking the cradle when the infant is seven feet high and wears No. 12 boots."

JAMBS T. JOHNSTON can now eat chicken—prairie chicken if he likes, every meal with or without his fingers as best suits him.

THE six votes cast for Decatur Dowling ere given to Deqptur Downing as they were evidently intended for him. The attempt to throw out the vote altogether was sat down upon.

THE entire Republican ticket in Knox county was elected for the first time in thirty years. Probably there were no 76sters down there working against the Democratic ticket.

To be measured is to be fitted, and without an alteration at A. C. FORD'S.

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THE official count of the votes of Vigo county was completed late night and the GAZETTE'S table all gone over again today to detect any errors that may still have been in it. The official footings and pluralities given and the table can now go into scrap books of those who keep track of these things with absolute confidence in its perfect accuracy.

THE Democratic county tickets in nearly every Democratic county in Indiana went down in the general wreck, the result of a stupendous Democratic kick on Tuesday, but Vigo elected a' larger number of her Democratic candidates than usual. We have the Typo 76stere to thank for this. They fought the ticket. The GAZETTE is willing to pay a certified bill for the last edition of "The Truth" out of pure gratitude to the 76stere.

Orange Blossoms. BOGBMAN —HASSINGER.

Last evening Henry Bogeman and Miss Maggie HassiDger were united in marriage at the residence of Riley Holstead south of this city, in the presence of a few friends, the Rev. Holstead officiating. An elegant supper was served and the evening was spent in card playing and mirth. The happy couple will make their Lome on south Fourth street in this city.

CHARLEY VOORHEES.

His Wonderful Viotoryln Washingten Territory.

WASHINGTON, NOV. 8.—Lees than five years ago Charles S- Voorhees went to Washington Territory for the purpose of taking a look at the country and to judge tor hftnself what the chances and opportunities were for a young lawyer and politician. After a stay of siif months, engaged in "judging" for himself, he was nominated and elected Prosecuting Attorney of Whitman county over his predeoessor, who was a Republican and had held the office for three consecutive eerms. And this was accomplished by this young Democrat in a district whioh was overwhelmingly Republican. Before his term of office expired he was elected as a delegate to Congress to represent the wide-awake, progressive Territory of Washington. His opponent was an old resident of Colfaq, and one who was well and widely known throughout the Territory But the enterprising young Hoosier fought every inch of the ground and was elected by 149 votes. So much for pluck, brains and indefatigable industry.

Duri ring his two years at the National Capital he so thoroughly and successfully managed the affairs intrusted to him by his far-away constituency that he was renominated for a second term, and, notwithstanding the fact that he was opposed by a gentleman named Bradshaw, with a large following, a private dispatch received last night states that Mr. Voorhees is elected by a vote of from 1,000 to 2,000, proving conclusively that the young delegate is solid with the hardy sons of Washington.

Charles S. Voorhees is the eldest son of Senator Voorhees, of Indiana, and he is a strong and growing branch of the "Tall Sycamore of the Wabash," possessing to a remarkable degree those sterling qualities of heart and head so characteristic of the father. It is only a matter of a few years when Washington territory will enter the sisterhood of states, and it need not surprise any one to see "two of a kind" in the national Senate.

Caruth's Close Call.

LOOTSVELIJE, Ky., Nov. 8—The official count in this, the Fifth Congressional district, gives A. G. Caruth a majority of 140 over A. E. Wilson (Rep.) The total vote cast was 9,964 for Caruth and 9,824 for Wilson.

THESOUTHEKN SYNOD.

The Too Liberal Views of a Presbyterian Preacher Causes Trouble. NEW YOKE, NOV. 8—A Galveston special to the Tribune says: The Presbyterian Synod of Texas, whioh has been in session in this city for four days, adjourned Saturday night. The most important matter considered by the Synod was acted upon just before the adjournment, when a vote was reached on the case of the Rev. Dr. James Woodrow, of Columbia, S. C., the principal professor in the Presbyterian Seminary at that place. Mr. Woodrow incurred the displeasure of the Southern Presbyterian church by his liberal views, which were declared by the Georgia Synod to be at variance with the orthodox doctrines of the church, and that Synod, after a heated discussion, last spring, recommended his dismissal from the professorship held at Columbia. Notwithstanding the vote of censure by the Georgian Synod, be clung to his office, awaiting action by other southern Synods, under whose joint patronage the college is maintained. Woodrow relied on the Texas Synod to sustain him, but the Georgian recommendation of his dismissal was adopted.

The Next Senate.

WASHINGTON, NOV. 8—The Star says that with Democratic successors in the Senate to the Republicans from Indiana, California and New Jersey it will leave the next Senate stand as follows: Republicans 38, Democrats 37, Readjuster 1. Both Senators Van Wwck and Riddleberger have given evidences of a kindly feeling toward the administration.