SULLIVAN JHFIFE REPUBLICAN.
W. M. CHENEY, Publisher.
VOL. XIII.
The farmlands of this country are
cstimatod to be worth $13,279,252,-
Gl9.
A prominent Guatemalan official
enid that though war between Guate
mala and Mexico might be delayed
for a yonr, it was sure to come.
Tho Peoria Herald says it is almost
impossible for tho average American
mind to comprehend how Casimir-
Perier, with a salary, as President of
tho French Republic, of 3300,000 a
year, could make up his mind to re
sign.
According to Iho figures of Chief
Engineer Parson?, of tho New York
City Rapid Transit Commission, tho
cost of the proposed electric railway
under Broadway will bo $Li(>,000,000,
exclusive of expenses for right of way,
damages to buildings, etc.
The proposition to builu a memor
ial bridge across the Potomac River,
connecting Washington City proper
with the great Arlington estate and
National Cemetery, is again before
Congress. It is hoped by the Invent
ive Age this matter will bo given tho
serious consideration its importance
merits. Such a structuro is needed,
nnd that it should bo a magnificent
piece of engineering—a monument to
tho genius of the present day—goes
without argument.
Tho cigarette youth merits almost
nny treatment that will squelch his
fatal habit, believes Tho Pathfinder.
The latest method, that of donvin**
him admission to the public schools
unless ho gives up smoking has been
employed in a Missouri town. This
sort of ostracism may bring pretty
effective influenoo to bour through tho
parents. But may it not cause some
stubborn youngsters togo the other
way into deperate paths?
Wo havo in this country many
churches with a very large member
ship, somp of them numbering over
2000. But in Europe the ohurohes
boast of many more members than this
—2OOO being ss a rule but a fair-sized
congregation. There is one ohuroh in
St. Petersburg, Russia, numbering
nearly six thousand souls. The larg
est membership, perhaps, in the world
is that of a ohuroh in Elterfield, in
Rhenish Prussia, whioh has over six
thousand. The congregation has six
pastors and two ohurohes, while a
third church is in course of erection.
Several members of tho famous Krum
macher family of preachers have been
pastors at that church.
A remarkable trial has just ended at
Bucharest, Hungary. Two boys, one
six years and the other fourteen, were
charged upon their own confession
with attempting to drown a child two
years old. Their defense was that the
long drought had to be terminated,
and that the crime for which thoy
were on trial was the only suocessful
method known to accomplish the end.
An explanation of this curious defense
is that the children of the villages in
times of great drought are made to
throw the clay figure of a child into
the water. The boys threw in the
child merely beoause they had no clay
Sgure. The elder was sentenoed to
two years' imprisonment and the
younger returned to his mother for
chastisement.
In his speech in the United States
Senate, at the acceptance of the Web
ster statue, Senator Morrill, of Ver
mont, spoke of the fashionable garb
worn by "Black Dan" when he dined
with him in Washington in 1852.
"Mr. Webster," said the Senator,
"appeared in his blue coat with gilt
buttons, light buff vest, low shoes and
white silk half-hose, and led tho con
versation most happily, whether
grave or gay." This was tho enstom
of the great American statesman a lit
tle more than forty years ago, a
period whioh can be recalled by hun
dreds of thousands of our living citi
zens. What would be thought of any
man, even a Webster, who should ap
pear thus dressed in our time? Would
he not be an object of ridicule? asks
the San Francisco Argonaut. The
clothes of the Amerioau people have
been getting plainer and duller right
straight along for over a hundred
years. Look at the costumes of
Washington, Adams and the other
great men after peace hud been won
through the ltevolutiou. Look at the
rich and gay dress which was worn by
men who could afford it when our
own immediate sires trod the land.
Then look at the black and white
dress of fashion iu the banquet hall
in this nupicturesi|ue and blustering
age. It is lovely woman alone who
dares to make a display of colors,
frills, flowers, fringes, spangles,
jewelry aud ornaments at this dismal
tiiue.
THE UNSEEN.
When eyes aro bright with hope, tho sides
aro blue,
Tho seas aro inother-o'-poarl, tho world is
fair;
Sunshine falls sweot on drops of diamond
dew,
And fairies dwell in flower bells everywhere.
When eyes aro dim with tears, the skies are
Kray,
Tho seas aro foaming floods, tho world is
eoldj
Sad mists creep down and shadow nil the
way,
And every face we meet s«ems strangely old.
But when the eyes aro elosed to outward
sights
In Sleep's denr dreamland, glories meet their
gaze;
Visions of hopo-flllod noons and love-flllod
nights,
Of light aye radiant, made of rainbow rays.
Then, when they look within, tho realms of
thought
Lie all outspread—what has been, what shall
be;
Mountain and plain into right foeus brought,
"Tho Unseen," say you? Nay! what wo best
soe'
Tho inward sight is true, and elear and
strong;
Ago dims it not; no blindness comes with
tears:
For time is short, eternity is long.
And souls aro made for neons, not for years.
—Chambers's Journal.
AN OLD picTIQNABY.
BY HELEN FOIiIiEST GRAVES.
ES, I know," s a i d
Aunt Nabby, in a
J j voico about as cheer-
at! croak of a
consumptive raven.
"The family is all
broke up, and every
thing is scattered.
And the furniture
- was sold at auction.
Such a thing never
would havo happened if I'd been
at home I"
"I dare say not," said Mr. Well
wood, tapping the feathery tip of his
cigar against the Japanese ash-reoeiver,
and thinking seoretly what a fortunate
thing it was for the amicable settle
ment of the Wellwood estate that Aunt
Nabby—"Abigail Maria" her name
was written in the family record—had
not been at home.
For she was a vertiable thorn in the
side of her relations—this querulous,
ill-tempered, domineoring old lady.
"Not that I care for the old chairs,
and tables, and bed-quilts," went on
Aunt Nabby, knitting energetically
away at the silk mitten which never
seemed to grow any larger. "Samuel's
wife was a dreadful poor housekeeper,
and things was 'most used up, any
how. But there's one thing I'm de
termined to have 1"
"What is that?" said Mr. Wellwood,
more in compliment to Aunt Nabby's
sudden stop than out of any active
curiosity on the eubjeot.
"The old dictionary," said Aunt
Nabby.
"What! that old thing?" said Mr.
Wellwood.
"Why, it's the edition of 1840, and
all battered to pieces—one cover gone,
and half tho loaves out!"
"No matter," said Aunt Nabby,
rescuing her ball of silk from the paws
of the irreverent kitten; "I want it.
And I mean to have it. And I want
you to help me get hold ot it, Mat
thew."
"I don't think it will be possible
for you to find it," said Mr. Wellgood,
thoughtfully.
"But I will find it!" said Aunt Nab
by. "I must flud it."
"Why?" point-blank demanded Mr.
Wellwood.
"Beoause," answered Aunt Nabby,
"I want it for a family relio. I hain't
got nothing to remind me of Samuel's
wife. And that's what I've come on
East for—to get hold of the old dic
tionary. I'm goin' out to Pelt's Point
to-morrow to see Squirt* Sadler—he
was the lawyer that settled the estate,
what there was of it to settle—and
he'll maybe know what became of the
old dictionary."
"I don't regard that as especially
likely," said Mr. Wellwood. "How
should he know?"
"There ain't no teilin' what's likely
and what ain't," said Aunt Nabby,
resolutely.
And here the subject was allowed to
drop. But when Aunt Nabby had
gone up stairs to bed, with a pitoh
plaster in one hand, for her back, and
a tumbler of boiling hot water in the
other for her digestion, and a box of
nervine pills in oue pocket, and a
bottle of corn curer in the other, Mrs.
Wellwood—a shrewd, sallow-oomplex
ioned little woman, who had all this
time been daruing quietly away at a
basket of stockings in the oorner—
looked up at her husband with quick,
intelligent eyes.
"Matthew," said she, "what does
this mean?"
"I think," said Mr. Wellwood,
"that Aunt Nabby has some sort of
method in her madness this time.
And it is not for any mere sentimental
ussooiatiou that she wauts to get hold
of the old dictionary."
"I remember it well," said Mrs.
Wellwood, thoughtfully. "A queer
old book, with the edges bulging out,
the title-page gone, half the cover
torn oil, and a rouud blaek ring on
the other half, where little Polly once
set down a tin-cut of hot salvo. Do
you suppose, Matthew-—"
"Aunt Naliby know your Aunt
Walkt-r, Samuel'.) wife, as she always
culls her--butter than any one else,"
interrupted Mrs. Wellwood. "She
was an eccentric old soul. We were
all surprised, if you recollect, at there
being no money saved up, none de
posited anywhere, Depend upon it,
if there was auy money to save—"
LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, MARCH 22. 1895.
"It was in that old dictionary!"
cried Mrs. Wellwood, dropping her
darning needle. "And Aunt Nabby
Knows it."
Mr. Wellwood nodded Lis head, and
smoked border than ever as he stared
into the fire, as if seeking from the
red embers counsel and advice.
"Where is that dictionary," said
he.
"Goodness only knows!" despair
ingly sighed Mrs. Wellwood.
"Try and think!" eagerly urged
her husband.
"Perhaps Mrs. Grubb would know,"
said Mrs. Wellwood. "She packed
nil tho things that wore left, and
locked up tho house."
"Write to her," said Mr. Wellwood,
eagerly. "Oh. no—that would only
be uselessly arousing suspicion ! Go
there yourself, Sarah. Ask her to
come hero and make a visit."
"What! Mrs. Grubb!"
"Yes, Mrs. Grubb."
"But, Matthew, she is such a dread
ful old bore!" pleaded Mrs. Well
wood.
"Never mind that," said Wellwood,
impatiently, (liugiug his cigar stump
into the red-hot coals. "Only think
of tho fortune that may possibly re
ward our efforts ! Sarah, wo must get
hold of that dictionary."
So Airs. Wellwood went to Mrs.
Georgo Grubb, and courteously in
uited that lady to make her a visit.
Mrs. Grubb aoceptod promptly.
Sho had always wanted to visit the
city, and here at last was a golden op
portunity. Sho brought her little
nephew and her two tall girls with
her.
"I know you didn't specially invite
'em, Sarah Ann," said sho, "but tho
dears will so enjoy tho museums and
the park and the Brooklyn Bridge,
and all that sort of thing; and they
won't be no more trouble than three
kittens. There never were such good
children!"
The three youngGrubbs were some
thing worso than a pestilence. Mrs.
Grubb wus nearly as bad. And, at
the end of a week, Mrs. Wellwood felt
herself fully qualified to enter a luna
tic asylum.
But on the last day, while George
was smearing himself with bread and
butter and honey in the kitchen, and
the two Misses Grubb wero pounding
desperately away on the piano, in imi
tation of the hand-organ man outside,
Mrs. Wellwood ventured to pnt the
fateful question which had so long
trembled on her lips.
"The old ditohnery!" said Mrs.
Grubb, who was not over particular
regarding her pronunciation. "La,
me 1 What would any one want o'
that old trash?"
"Well, nothing much," hesitated
Mrs. Wellwood. "But Mr. Wellwood
is rather a bibliopolo—"
"A which?" said Mrs. Grubb,
with one hand back of her ear.
"A collector of old books," ex
plained her hostess.
"Humph 1" said Mrs. Grubb,
scratching her head with a knitting
needle. "If I was going to have
books at all, I'd far and away rather
havo new ones."
"Tastes differ," said Mrs. Well
wood, with a pang, as one of the piano
chords snapped resoundingly alid
Master Georgo's voice was heard be
low in loud altercation with tho oook.
"But where's the old dictionary?"
"Lesbia Field has got it," said Mrs.
Grubb. "Mrs. Walker's grandnieoe
—don't you know?— Leopold Field's
girl. She's a factory haud, up to Poke
Hollow—a dreadful likely girl? Soon
to be married to Zelce Hamersley."
"Are you sure of it?" said Mrs.
Wellwood.
"About a widdin'? Oh, yes! Zeke's
folks, they set a deal of store by
Lesbia."
"No, no," interrupted Mrs. Well
wood—"about the dictionary."
"Sartin sure," said Mrs. Grubb. "I
see Lesbia piok it off the floor herself,
when I was a-packin' the woolen
blankets that Mrs. Seeder bought at
auotion. Says she, 'I ain't goiu' to
hev the ditohnery that Aunt Hanner
thought suoh a deal of sold for old
paper,' says Bhe. 'l'll keep it myself,
jus' to put me in mind of Aunt Han
ner and Uncle Samuel.' And she
wrapped it in a bit of old calioo—l
remember the very palm-loaf pattern
on it—and took it away, under her
arm. What is it, Georgie, darling?
The hired girl won't give you no more
honey? Never mind! Wrs. Well
wood'll give you some damson pre
serves, I know."
As soon as Mrs. Qrubb departed—a
period of time whioli Mrs. Wellwood
began to fear would never arrive—she
packed a little travsling satchel togo
to "Poke Hollow" and see Lesbia
Field, a relation with whom she had
hitherto very little acquaintance.
Lesbia was at home—a blooming
lass, with cheeks as pink as rosos, and
sparkling blaok eyes—and she was
evidently much puzzled to account
for this unexpected notice on the
part of her city relation.
But Mrs. Wellwood, \yliile making
herself as agreeable as possible, kept
her eyes vigilautly on the alert, and
was rowarded at last.
For there, on the top shelf of a lit
tle, glass-fronted corner-cupboard,
was the old dictionary itself, bulging
leaves, missing cover, and all.
"Oh, that darling oldrelio of antiq
uity !'• oried she, nervously foeling
of the twenty-dollnr bill in her pooket
with which Mr. Wellwood had in
trusted her the last thing. "Aunt
Hannah's dictionary I Oh, Lesbia, I
must have that 1"
"Well, isn't it innny?" said Lesbia,
liughing over the chicken she was
stu til ug with bread-sauoe for dinner;
for pretty Losbia was cook, chamber
maid, waitress and all in that parti
cular establishment. "I had a letter
from Aunt Nabby Wellwood, yester
day, about that dictionary. Hho
wants it. She's coming to-day to see
about it."
"Jiut promise it tome," said Mr*.
Wellwood, coaxingly. "Dear Cousin
Lesbia, Mr. Wellwood is so anxious to
obtain it for his collection of antique
publications."
"Oh, it isn't old enough to bo of
value as antique!" said Lesbia, who
was "honest enough."
"But he has set his heart on it,"
pursued Mrs. Wellwood, growing
more earnest, as she heard the rattle
of wheels in tho distance, and beheld
through the tiny-paned window a
depot wagon, bringing to the soeno
no other than Aunt Nabby herself.
"Do let me have it, Lesbia!"
And she placed the twenty-dollar
bill, coaxingly, in Losbia's hand.
"But I shall bo cheating you," said
Lesbia, looking at the bill in amaze
ment. "Do let me see Aunt Nabby
about it first!"
"No. no!" said Mrs. Wellwood, as
Aunt Nabby's voice was heard with
out, in high dispntation with the
driver as to whether a coin she had
given him in payment was genuine or
not. "Give it to mo now ! Aud here
is my sealskin cape; you wero just ad
miriug it. I'll make you a present of
it, Lesbia—a wedding gift, dear."
"You aro very kind," said Lesbia,
with a radiant face. "And if you
really care for the dictionary—"
And so it came to pass that the dic
tionary was safe in Mrs. Matthew
Wellwood's possession, when Auut
Nabby bustled in, full of the iniqui
ties of drivers, the inconvenienco of
traveling, and the threatening twinges
of her annual rheumntism.
"What!" sho cried, as her eye
caught sight of tho fat volume in her
niece's lap, "you've got the diction
ary, after all 1 But of oonrse you'll
let mo havo it, Sarah Ann?"
"Certaiuly I shall not!" said Mrs.
Wellwood, exultantly. "Mr. Well
wood has 6ot his heart on possessing
it."
"And I've jnst sold it to her," add
ed Lesbia, as sho assisted Aunt Nabby
to untie her bonuot striugs.
The old lady heaved a deep sigh.
"Wal, it don't matter so much,"
said she. "The main thing was to
find the dictionary. And if you'll just
let mo copy out the recipe for mak
ing waflles, Sarah Ann, that's pinned
on the page W- first of the W's, you'll
see—it'll be jest as good as if I had it
myself."
"The recipo for waffles 1" cried Mrs.
Wellwood. "Was that all you wanted
of it?"
"That was all," said Aunt Nabby,
briskly. "Samuel's wife, she was a
dreadful good hand at waffles, and she
never would givo nobody the reoipe.
But I knew where she kept it, aud I
was always tryiu' to got at it. And if
you'll just let me copy it out—"
Mrs. Wellwood grow pale. Tho
coiling of the little, old-fashioned room
seemed to swim around her.
Was this the end of tho dictionary
mystery? Had sho entertained tho
Grubb family for ten mortal days,
had hor piano broken, her china
cracked, her nerves shattered for this?
Had she paid twenty dollars, a seal
skin cape and her traveling expenses
to Poke Hollow all for a reoipe for
waffles?
The buzz of conversation went on
all the same, and Mrs. Wellwood re
covered at her leisure. She returned
to New York that ofternoon, carrying
the old diotionary, although Lesbia
endeavored to induce her to remain,
by tho promise of waffles for tea, made
after Aunt Hannah's famous reoipe.
And when Mr. Wellwood discovered
that there were no thousand-dollar
bonds, nor hundred-dollar bank-notes
hidden in tho dictionary—nothing
but definitions, ink-blots, and one or
two cooking-recipes pinned to the
pages, he indulged in execration more
deep than loud.
"It's all that meddling old cat's
fault!" said he, referring, doubtless,
to Aunt Nabby. "And I'll never havo
her in tho house again!"
And he never did. But all that
didn't restore the twenty-dollar bill
and the sealskin cap. And innooent
Lesbia was tho only ono who reaped
benefit from th > transaction.—Satur
day Night.
The Rat's Nest Exploded.
Rats are the cause of a great doal
of annoyance to those who live in tho
mountains, and many stories could be
told of their deviltry. The latest
comes to us by letter from Red Lodge.
John Andrews, of Dilworth, accom
panied by a cowboy, on their way to
the mines of the Clark's Forks,
stopped at a cabin owned and former
ly used by Shelby Eli Dillard, tho
journalistic miner. In the fireplace
was a mountain rat's nest. Fire was
applied to this, and in a moment a
terrific explosion took place. Both
men were knoked down, and when as
sistance came soon after from a man
following them they were unable to
move. Surgical and medical assistance
was immediately procured, and it is
believed that both will recover. It
seems that the rats had prooured from
some source or other a number of ex
plosive caps, suoh as are used by min
ers, and deposited them iu the nest as
they are wont to do with everything
bright.—Bozemau (Montana) Chron
icle.
gnfflclent Proof.
Relieff, a'.Russian man of letters,
had been implioated in the oonspiraoy
of 1825 and sentenoed to be banged.
He was launched from the fatal ladder,
when the rope broke and he was
thrown to the ground, severely
bruised, but conscious. He picked
himself up and said, quietly, "They
can do nothing in Russia, not even
twine a cord properly." It was ous
tomarj in Russia to pardon the con
demned after a similar fiasoo, but on
ReltafTs words being reported to the
late Czar Nicholas and his pleasure
demanded, be rejoined, "Prove to him
that he is wrong." And Ihey did.-- 1
Detrot Free Pre*
MMOCRATIC DISTRESS.
TICK T.RHiT OIttJ.VXS OK NKW
YORK OiiY OVKIt I IIK KUI.V
TIIKY lIAVK WltUUGIir.
The Advent to Power of the Party
Which Thoy Supported Has Re
sulted In Klii.iiielal Disaster—
Trying to Shltt. the Responsibil
ity—There Is I'iit One Remedy.
The New York Times, referring to
tho outflow of gold from tho United
States, asks tho following very perti
nent questions:
"Why did it go? It did not go for
nothing. It did not goto pay for
purchases of goods. It did not go in
so great a degree as iu the past to pay
interest on borrowed capital. It went
to pay for American securities which
foreign holders were not inclined to
keep—were, in plaiu English, afraid
to keep. Why were thoy afraid?"
Assuming for a moment that the
New York Times is correct in saying
that our gold has gouo "to pay for
American securities which foreign
holders are not inclined to keep, were,
in plain English, afraid to keep," lot
us answer the question "Why wero
they afraid?"
English capital was not afraid of
American securities in 1892. There
was nothing tho matter with Ameri
can affairs during the two previous
years, or while tho McKinley tariff
was in effect without any certain
knowledge that it would bo over
thrown, so "why wero they afraid?"
The weokening of tho valuo of
American securities became notice
able toward tho end of 1892,
and immediately after the elec
tion to Congress of a majority of
tho party that is pledggd to free
trade, the election of whom, by the
way, was somewhat assisted by the
New York Times itself.
Early in tho following year, in
1893, tho depreciation iu tho value of
American securities became still more
marked. The system of currency was
the same then as it is now and as it
has remained for many years past.
There was no hesitation as to the'value
of Americuu securities between 1890
and 1892 when our currenoy was of
the same stability as it is to-day. Dur
ing these yenrs neither tho New York
Times nor any other freo trade news
paper eould have thought of saying
with any degTeo of truth, as it docs
now, that "disaster and bankruptcy
are possible at nny moment."
The New York Times kuows just as
well as tho New York Herald knows
that the value of American securities
he J only been depressed by foreign
holders sinco the advent to power of
that political party which was eleoted
by the New York Times, the New York
Herald and their ilk. Tho New York
Times knows just as well as the New
York Herald knows that tho deprecia
tion in the vilues of tho securities has
nothing whatever to do with our our
ronoy, but that it is due to the faot
that thisAmerioan "country is cursed"
with such unpatriotic sheets as the
New York Times and the New York
Herald, which are forever advocating
a policy that will render "disaster and
bankruptcy possible at any moment."
But now having brought this "dis
aster and bankruptcy" right to our
very doors, or to their very doors,
perhaps, like the contemptible oowards
that they are, they are afraid of the
result, and are squirming around
seeking for some other reason than
the true one and seeking to shift the
responsibility onto other shoulders
than those to whioh it rightfully be
longs, which aro the shoulders of those
editors with which this "country is
cursed" by their contemptible ad
vocacy of the polioy that cheapens
wages, ruins the people and makes
"disaster and bankruptcy possible at
any moment.
Following the lead of its two broth
ers in sin, the New York Evening Post
said:
"The fact is not to be discussed
that the financial situation is serious
and that the feeling of distrust iu
Amerioau finances is growing both at
home and abroad."
The World also fell into line, say
ing :
"The oondition of the Treasury is
again growing serious. • * * It is
not strange that the President is in a
quandary. With chaos in Congress
and helplessness in the Administration
the outlook is not agreeable."
As far as New York is concerned, we
have now seen the four leading free
trade papers, every one of which
worked its hardest for the election of
a free trade Congress and a free trade
President, acknowledging that their ad
ministration has brought the country
into a condition of bankruptoy bor
dering upon ruin. It must be pleasing
for the Post to say that the present
Congress "sits supine and imbecile
from day today," when its editor re
members how hard he fought to se
cure that supineness and imbecility.
It must be gratifying to the World to
have to acknowledge that there is
"chaos in Congress and helplessness in
the Administration," which it fought
to elect by the publication of an unin
terrupted tissue of deliberate lies.
Each one of the four Democratic
papers—the New York Herald, the
New York Times, the Evening Post
und the New York World—has to ac
knowledge the utter failure,and in
competency of the loaders of its party
to administer the National affairs of
the United States without bringing
the country to tho verge of bank
ruptcy.
If we felt assured that the lesson
thus learned would be of benefit to
the fools who edit those papers we
would bo content, but this will not be
the ease. They have seen things go
from bad to worso duriug the last two
years under the Admi list ration which
they wanted. They have suggested
one remedy after another, and they
know most positively that the fault is
Terms---81.00 in Advance ; 81.25 after Three Months.
in tho utter incompetency of their
leaders and of their party now, as it
has been in the past, to enact any
legislation that will benefit our Amer
ican continent.
There is but one remedy—the uttor
and complete overthrow of the party
which these papers represent and the
restoration to power of the party that
has, and ever has had, tho welfare ol
Americans r.nd tho prosperity of
American interests as the fundamen
tal principle of its political policy.
If the editors of these four papers
would openly acknowledge their error
by working for the complete annihila
tion of the party in which they for
merly professed to havo confidence we
would respect them.
Will they do it? Or v-iil they later
revert to their old policy of clamoring
for destruction by continuing to write
lies aud to publish lies for the benefit
of the foreign countries which may,
or may not, be buying up the editorial
columns of their papers, or which
tuay, perhaps, liiivo some pecuniary
interest in their management whioh
prevents any advocacy of the re-en
actment of the McKinloy tariff, which
would mean tho immediate restoration
to their proper value of all American
securities.
It Makes Jolinnio Smile,
Ituild American Ships.
Not leas than four and a half billion
dollars, or an annual average of $160,-
000,000 a year during thirty years
past, has been paid out to foreign
ships for ocean transportation. Is it
any wonder that we are called npon
to export gold to Europe? We can
stop doing this by building up the
Amerioan mercantile marine, by car
rying our own freight and paying our
own gold to our own ship-owners.
Fanners Feel the Benefit.
In 1880 tho freight on a barrel of
flour from St. Louis to New York, by
rail, was eighty-four cents. In 1893
it was only fifty-seven oents-'-a reduc
tion of twenty-seven cents per barrel
within thirteen years, as the result of
protection to our coal, iron and steel
in lustries.
A Dead Cat.
No Free Ships.
What ails the Free Ships bill? con
tinually asks the New York Herald.
Nothing ails it; it has simply been
consigned where it belongs—into the
Congressional waste basket.
Dump the Trash.
Australian >Vooi Active.
The latest advioes from the Austral
ian wool market, December 11, 1804,
show that during the previous four
weeks "a very large business has been
transacted." We are told that "the
competition, with one or two trivial
exceptions." was keen, especially for
the good wools. There was au im
proved feeling "IU the best merino
growths," which are now reoeiving
more attention, and "a stronger and
more consistent demand" has been ex
perienced for them. These are the
growth of wool of whioh it is reported
that "the American buyers have pur
chased largely."
Protection in Louisiana.
The State of Louisiana exempts
from taxation the property and capi
tal employed in manufacturing within
its borders. This is neither more nor
less than a direct bounty for the pro
motion of American industries, and
wo should like to have explained the
difference between that method and a
sugar bounty.
NO. 24.
RAIN AND SHINE".
Can't havo sunshine all tho time—
Got to com" a rain;
The dry land—it Kits* thirsty,
An' the mountain an' tho plain,
They cry out fer a drop to drink,
An' ail tht> wiltin' flowers
Is glad to sen tho rain fall free.
An' freshen with tho showers.
Can't have sunshine all tho time:
Glad for rain to fall:
Fills tho wells an' makes the dells
Look fresh an' sparklin'—all.
The raindrop makes the roses grow,
An' if the rivers rise,
They water all tho land, an' go
Jest singln' 'neatli the skies!
Can't have sunshino all the time:
I like a rainy- day;
Per that's the time fer readin' liooka
Or makin' Addles play.
To home, or to the grocery store,
I'm happy when it rains;
For they need it on the mountains,
An' it's welcome on the plains!
—Atlanta Constitution
HUMOR OK THE DAY.
Hot ami heavy—A cannon ball.—
Boston Courier.
Sooner or later prido is sure to step
on dynamite.—Rain's Horn.
The mistakes of the past are tho
signboards of the future.—Puck.
"Our engagement is quite a secret,
you know." "So everybody tolls me."
—Pall Mall Budget.
Content is the feeling we experience
tho first week after our salary has
boon increased.—Puck.
Nobody can help noticing the short
comings of the man who is always be
hind time.—Dallas News.
Japan has found iu China what
might be termod a hasty pudding.—
New York Mail and Express.
My friend's conceit usually consists
in his inability to recognize the high
er order of intelligence.—Puck.
Misfortune seldom gathers friends ;
and when it does they all stand around
ami say, "I told you so!" Puck.
Do not keep a good movement on
hand whon it should be put on foot
without delay.—Galvostou Hews.
Would you keep a woman's lovo
When you earn It.
Here's a way I'll tell you of—
Don't return it!
—Judge.
Scientists believo it impossible for
a man to have a double. If this is so
how can a man bo beside himself?—
Life.
A girl is a good deal like a problem
in mathematics—You don't always un
derstand her when you get her.—
Puck.
He who wrote, "All the world loves a lover,"
Failed to note an exception sail;
'Tls that the lover is but seldom loved
By his dear loved one's dad.
—Buffalo Courier.
New Boarder —"What's tho row up
stairs?" Landlady—"lt's the profes
sor of hypnotism trying to get his
wife's permission togo out this even
ing."—Tit-Bits.
A barber is the easiest person in tho
world at meeting people. Go into his
shop almost any time and you will
find him scraping an acquaintance.—
Rockland (Me.) Tribune.
Benevolent Old Man—"Here's a
quarter. So you were sent to Yale
when quite young?" ltagson Tatters
"Did I say dat? I meant jail; I
can't pronounce do 'j' "—Philadel
phia Reoord.
Old Mr. Goodfello—"Little boy,
can you tell me tho way to tho ferry?"
Gomin—"Yassir; jus' follow tho
street along where you hoar tho team
sters usin' tho wust langwidgo."—
Harper's Bazar.
There were 190 lynchings in this
oountry last year, but they didn't got
around to the man who beats timo to
the music by tapping on the rounds
of your chair with his foot.—Rock
land (Me.) Tribune.
First Footballer "Did Halfbaok
go around and wallop that editor who
wrote Tabout 'Tho Brutality of Foot
ball?'" Second Footballer—"No."
"Why not?" "Halfback is in tha
hospital."—Good News.
Bobby—"Our dog's name is Cicero,
but sinoe my brother has been to col
lego he calls it Kickero." Johnny—
"l s'pose that's the way thoy pro
nounce it at college. They're all
crazy on football."—Good News.
"Yes, young ladies," said the pro
fessor, "Pallas Athene, the Grecian
goddess of wisdom, was unmarried."
\nd from that day tho goose won
dered why those girls wouldn't study.
It was a bad break.—New York Re
' oorder.
A German scientist says that 3000
rears hence there will be one man to
■;very 220 women. This is a less
»oomy outlook than if there were to
oe 220 women after every man—a
condition that already exists at the
cummer resortu.—Norristown Herald.
As the train drew up at a oountry
station on the Southeastern Railway
a pleasant-looking gentleman stepped
out on the platform and inhaling the
fresh air, enthusiastically observed to
the guard: "Isn't this invigorat
ing?" "No, sir; it's 'Caterham," re
plied the guard.—Wonder.
Aged Tortoises.
Tortoises live to a great age. In the
library at Lambeth Palaco thero is the
shell of one of these animals which
was brought to that palace in the year
1633 by Archbishop Laud, and lived
till the year 1753 when it waa killed
by the cold wtather, a laborer in the
garden having dug it up from its win
ter retreat and neglected to repiaoe
it. Another waa plaoed in the Bishop
of London's garden atFulhamin 1628.
This died a natural death in 1754. The
ages of the tortoises when first placed
in these gardens were not known.—
New York Observer.