SULLIVAN REPUBLICAN.
W. H. CHENEY. Publisher.
VOL. XIII.
growers.
Negotiations are in progress to be
gin the astronomical day, like the
business day, at midnight instead of
at noon.
Tho Chicago Becord avers that mat
rimonial statistics prove that the mas
culine girl's wedding usually comes
long after all her friends are married.
Tho Sac and Fox Indians are said to
be the purest-blooded red men in the
country. They neither marry in or
givo in marriage outsido their own
tribe.
The Texan Legislature has, by reso
lution, invited cotton manufacturers
in tho North to remove to Texas and
get the trade of Mexico and South
America;
Edward Atkinson says that the time
will some when the fiber in the ootton
stalk will bo r.tilizod, and there are
important elements for tanning and
dyeing in tho root.
The Live Stock Beport, of Chioago,
says that every indication points to a
decrease in meat supply, which is
likely to bo general in all branches,
and that the market is now in healthy
shape and brighter for the producer
than for several years.
The New York Independent says:
"We have quite overlooked, many of
us, the extensive and valuable forests
of the South. We are already getting
lumber from ucross our Northern
border. Would it cot be well to make
largor use of our timber resources in
the South?"
Finland must bo a sportsman's para
dise, opines the Atlanta Constitution.
In ten years 90,000 domestic animals,
including 24,000 reindeer were de
stroyed by wild beasts, and in that
time 1100 bears, 1200 wolves, 55,000
lynxes and foxes, 19,000 ermines, and
56,000 birds of prey, eagles, hawks,
etc., were killed.
Modern processes of preserving
meat by freezing it were anticipated
by nature in her process of preserving
the mammoths or great woolly ele
phants of tho far North. After the
flesh of these animals has been frozen
for severol thousand years it can still
be eaten. A correspondent of M.
Paul Boca reported to that scientist
that mammoth flesh thus preserved
tastes a good deal like leather.
Tho story is told of old President
Humphroy that he got a bequest all
unknown to himself for Amherst Col
lege, made by a woman, a stranger to
him, to whom ho had given np his
seat in a stago ooach. The story is
nearly matched by tho bequest of $13,-
000 given to Dr. Talmage's wife by a
woman to whom Mrs. Talmago had
shown personal attention by visiting
her when she was sick in a hospital.
A very serious fall has taken place
in the price of horses in Paris, also iu
various French towns, says the Phila
delphia Becord. This is Raid to be
mainly due to tho extraordinary in
crease in the number of bicyoles and
tricycles, th» production being during
last year excessive—namely, over 100,-
000 more than in the year prior.
The complaint is bitter on the part of
horsedealers, who say the bioyole is
taking their bread away; but they
must, like the rest of society, suffer
for the benefit of the million.
The New York Sun remarks: Form
erly men lived in palaces and oon
duotod their business in the plainest
of bnildings. The many big white
edifices recently erected in this city
indicate a change in this reEpect. The
semi-public corporation lead the way
in a movement whioh must improve
public taste. Some of these structures
show a completeness in detail, a
breadth in total effect which recall the
profusion of the Italian Benaissence.
Then the tendency was to seek the
beautifal in the surround!ugs of pub
lio worship, in places of trade aud in
the furnishing of the homo.
In Lambeth, says the London Tele
graph, a milk vendor displayed a tin
plate, setting forth that all the milk
sold from"this establishment" was
guaranteed pure as dolivcrod at tho
dairy farm. Au inspeotor purchased
a pint for analysis, and informed the
milkman of its destination. "All
right," said the vendor, "there's its
certificate of birth," and he tapped
the tin plate with a milk can compla
cently. "Perhaps I may be able to
send yon its certificate of baptism
soon," answered the inspector, which
he did in the form of a summons, which
subsequently was transformed into a
fine of $25 for adding fifteen per cent,
pf water,
Strike me a note of sweet degrees—
Of sweet degress—
Like those in Jewry hearts of old;
My love. If thou wouldst wholly please,
Hold in thy hand a harp ot gold,
And touch the strings with fingers light,
And yet with strength as David might—
As David might.
Linger not long in songs of lovo—
In songs of love—
No serenades nor wanton airs
The deeper soul of music move;
Only a solemn measure bears
With rapture that shall never censo
My spirit to the gates of peace—
The gates of peace.
So feel I when Francesca sings—
Francesca sings—
My thoughts mount upward; I am dead
To every sense of vulgar things,
And on celestial highways tread
With prophets of the olden time—
Those minstrel kings, the men sublime—
The mon sublime.
—T. W. Parsons.
THE RKTtNIQJT
F __~|HE stage rattled
into the village one
y v pleasant July day
/ \ and drew up at
The
Srr'iy.' G. A. B.man, the
mm only passenger,
climbed out of the
lumbering vehicle,
dragging after h m
his nondescript
traveling bag. He limped up the stops
in the wake of the driver, who was
helping the storekeeper with the mail
pouch, and once on tho porch stopped
and nodded a gruff greeting at the
three men who were seated on the
bench kicking their heels together—
the Chronic Loafer, tho School Teacher
and the Miller. The trio gazed at the
new arrival solemnly; at his broad
brimmed black slouch hat, which,
though drawn down over his left tem
ple, did not hide the end of a band of
courtplaster; at his blue coat, two of
its brass buttons missing ; at his trou
sers, sevoral rents in which had been
clumsily tewed together.
"From your appearance one would
judge that you had come home from a
battle instead of a reunion at Gettys
burg," the School Teacher remarkod.
"He'd never come out of no battle
lookin' like thet," the Chronic Loafer
cried.
"I've come home 'fore my 'scursion
ticket expiied," said theG. A. B.man,
removing his hat and disclosing the
great patch of plaster that adorned his
forehead. "Getteespurg was a sight
hotter fer me yesterday 'an in '63.
But I've got to the end of my story."
"So thet same old yarn you've ben
tellin' at every camp fire sence the
war is finished at last. That's a
blessin'."
The veteran seated himself comfort
ably upon his upturned satchel and
began:
"Fer the benyfit of tho Teacher, who
I ain't never seen at our camp fires,
I'll repeat my experience nt the pattle
of Getteespurg, and then tell yer all
'bout my second fight there. I sorved
as a corporal in the 295 th Pennsylvany
Volunteers, an' was honorably dis
charged in '64."
"For whioh you draws a pension,"
the Chronic Loafer ventured.
"Thet ain't so. I got the malary
an' several other complaints that I got
down on the Peninsula thet hinders
me workin' steady. But thet ain't
here nor there. Our retchment was
alius known as the Bloody Pennsylvany
Betchment, fer we'd been in the front
in every fight in tho Wilterness and
hed some very desperate engagements.
Whenever there was any chartohin'
to be done, we done et; ef there was
a fylorn hope we was in et; if they
was a breastwork to be took, we took
it; an' by the end of two years eech
fightin' we was pretty bad cut up.
When we come ter the fight at Get
teesporg et was decided as they wasn't
many of us left we'd better be put to
guardin' baggage wagons. Thet was
a kinder work didn't need many men,
but took fighters in caset the enemy
give the boys in front a slip and
sneaked in on our rear.
"The trains, with several brigades,
among which our retchment, was a
couple of miles behind Cemetary Hill
during the first day's fighting; but on
the second day we was ordered back
about twenty-live miles. Et was pretty
hard ter have ter be drivin* off inter
the country watching a lot of mules
when the boys was hevin' et hot bang
ing away at the enemy, bat there was
orders, and a soldier alius hester obey
orders.
"The fightin' begin oarly on the seo
ond day an* we could hear the roar of
the guns an' see the smoke risin' in
oloulds an' then settlin' down over the
country. We got our wagons going
an* I tell yer we felt pretty blue, fer
the wounded and the stragglers begin
ter come hobblin' back bringin' bad
news. They would tell how the boys
was being all cut up along the Em
mettsburg road and how we'd better
move fast, fer we was losin', an' then
they'd hobble away agin. Then be
sides the trouble with the mules and
wagons and the wounded, we had to be
continual watchin' for them Confed'rit
cavalry we was expectin' ter pounoe
down on us. Evenin'.come an' wo lay
to an' prepared for tbe night. The
fires was started and the coffee sot
boilin', an' the fellers had a chancet to
set down and rest for a while.
"The wounded and the stragglers
that jest filled the country were com
in' in all the time, sometimes alone,
sometimes in twos and threes, some
with their armß tied up in all sorts of
queer ways, their heads bandaged, or
hobblin' on sticks, about the misera
blest lookin' set of men I ever seen.
The noise of the fight had stopped, an' .
the whole country was quiet, as though j
nothiii' had bu'u hapjieuin'. The quiet 1
aud the dark and tk>j four we watt go- j
LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, APRIL 19. 1895.
i.\' ter meet tho enemy nt any moment
made et mighty unpleasant, anil what
with the stories them wounded fellys
give lis we didn't rest very easy. At
10 o'clock I went out on the picket
line an' seemed 1 hadn't been there
more than an hour whon I made out a
dark figure of a man comin' through
the fields very slow like. Mo an' the
fellys with me watched sharp. Sudlen
he stopped and sank down in a heap.
Then he picked himself up and came
staggerin' on. He couldn't i. ' ben
more 'an fifty yards away whtj.
threw up his hands and pitched for'a a
OB his face. Me an' 'uother feller run
out an' picked him up an' carried him
inter the fire. But et wasn't no use;
he was dead.
"There was a bullet wound in his
shoulder and his clothes was soaked
with blood thet bed ben drippin',
drippin' as he walked tell he fell the
last time. 1 opened hi-j coat and in his
pocket found a letter, stamped and di
rected apparent to his wifo—thet was
all to tell who he was. So I went
back to the line tbinkiu' no more of
et an' never noticin' thet thet man's
coot 'nd 'a' fit two of him.
' Mornin' come, and the firin' begin
over toward Getteespurg, an' we could
see the smoke risin' agin an' hear the
big guns roarin' tell the ground be
neath our feet seemed to swing up an'
down. I tell you uns thet was a grand
sight. We was awful excited, fjr et
seemed like the first two days bed gone
ag'in us, an' more stragglers an' the
wounded come limpin' back more an'
more, all with bad news.
"I was gittin' nervous, an' thinkin'
an' thinkin' an' wishin' I was whore
the fun was. Then I concided maybe
I wasn't so bad off, fer I might a bo'n
killed, like the poor felly I seen the
night bofore. I remembered the lot
ter an' got et out. I didn't 'tend ter
open et, but final I thot et wouldn't be
safe ter go mailin' letters without
knowin' jest what was in 'em, so I read
et. Et was wroto on a piece of wrap
pin' paper with a pencil, an' in an
awful bad hand-write. But when I
got through it I sot plumb down an'
cried like a ohil'.
"Et wus from John Parker to his
wifo Mary.livin' out in Western Penn
sylvany. He begins be mentionin'
how he was on the eve of a big fight,
an' 'tended ter do his duty, even if et
oome to fallin' at his post. Et was
hard, he sayd, but he know'd she'd
ruther hev no husban' 'an u coward.
He was alius thinkin' of her 'an the
baby he'd never seen, but felt sat'sfac
tion in knowin' they was well fixed.
"Et was sorrerful, ho continyerd,
thet she was like ter be a widdy so
young, an' he wasn't goin' ter bo
mean about et. He allers know'd,
he sayd, how she'd bed a hankcrin'
after young Silas Quiucy 'fore she
tuk him. If he fell he tlio't she'd bet
ter merry Silas, when she'd recovered
from the 'fects of his goin'. He ended
up with a lot of last goodbys.and talk
about duty to his country.
"I set right down an' wroto thet
poor woman a few lines, tellin' her
how I found the letter in her dead
husband's pocket. I was goin'ter
quit there, bat decided et would be
nice to add somethin' consolin' fer
the poor thing, so I told how we found
him on the field of battle, face to the
enemy, an' how his last words was for
her an' the baby. Thot day we won
the fight, an' the very first chance I
mailed Mrs. Parkor her husband's let
ter. Et seemed 'bout the plum
blamedeßt saddest thing I ever hod ter
do vith."
"I've alius be'n cur'ous 'bout thet
widdy, too," the Chronic Loafer re
marked.
The School Teacher cleared his
throat and began:
Now night her course began, and over heaven
Inducing darkness, grateful truce imposed,
And silence on the odious diu of war;
Under her cloud—
"Don't begin no po'try jest yit,
Teacher," said tho veteran. "Wait
tell yon hear tho sekal of the story. I
never heard no more of Widdy Parker
tell last night, an then et come most
sudden. Our retchment hed a reun
ion this year on the field, you know,
an' last Monday I went back to Get
teespurg for the first time sence I was
honorable discharged.
"The boys was all there—what's left
of 'em— an' we jest had a splendid
time visitin' the monyments an' talk
in, over the days back in '63. There
was my old tentmates. Sam James on
one leg, an' Jim Luchenbaoh, who was
near tuck down before Petersburg be
the yeller janders. There was the
Colonel, growed old an' near blind,
an' our Captain, an' a hundred odd
others.
"Last night we was a lot of us set
tin' in the hotel tellin' stories. Et
come my tarn an' I told about the
dead soldier's letter. They was a big
felly in a uniform leaning agin the
bar watchin' us quiet like, an' whea I
begin he pricked up his ears a little,
an' as I got furder an' furder he be
gin ter get more an' more Jinterested,
I noticed. By an' by I seen him be
comin' red an' oneasy, an' final, when
I finished, he walks' crosst the room
ter where we was an' stands there
Btarin' at me, never sayin' nothin*.
"A minute passed au' then I sais:
'Well, comrade, what's you unsstarin'
so fer.' "
"Sais he: 'Thet letter was fer
Mary Parker.'
" 'True,' saisT, surprised.
"Then ho shakes his fist an'yells:
'You fool, I've tended 'most every re
uuion here sence the war hopin' ter
meet the man that sent thet letter au'
wrote thet foolishness 'bout findin'
my dead body. An' after twenty-five
years I've fouu' you.'
"He pulls off his coat an' the flleya
all jumps up. I, half skeered ter
death, yells: 'But you ain't the dead
man!'
11 'Dead 1' ho yalls, 'never be'n near
et. Nor did 1 ever 'tend ter hev
every blamo fool iu tho army mail in'
my letters, nuther. Ni-ver be'n dead.
Because you finds a man with my coat
on, thet ain't no reonou lie'# me. I
was gittin' to 'jho rotor wiiii or.lers ad
lively as a cricket and throwedoff thet
coat because et was warm runnin'.'
"Whon I seen what I'd done I jumps
for'a'd, grabbed his arm I was so ex
cited, an'yells: 'An did she marry
Silas Quinoy?'
" 'Et wasn't your fault Bhe didn't,*
he said deliberate like, rollin* up his
sleeves. 'Fer I got home two days
after thet letter an' stopped the wed
din' party on their way to church.' "
"Sights I" cried tho Chronio Loaf
er.—New York Sun.
Atmospheric Fuel.
The possibility of carrying about
with him the means of counteracting
a tendency to become chilled, and a
stock of available fuol with which to
keep warm, does not seem to be recog
nized by the average individual. But
that ore may by proper breathing
keep up a comfortable temperature or
throw off chilluess in almost any de
gree is a fact well established by abun
dant experiments. Almost every per
son may be exposed to the cold at times
when there is no opportunity to pre
paro for it, and when there is no chance
to secure extra clothing. In such
cases it is only necessary to keep np
deep and rapid breathing. Fill the
lungs as full as possible at every in
spiration. If tho air is very cold, it
is well to hold a handkerchief lightly
before the nostrils, in order that tho
sudden ingress of a large quantity of
cold air may not injuro the lungs. Tho
air should bo drawn in with some
force, and exhale at onoe in the same
way. Do not retain tho air, but get
rid of it as soon as possible. Two
seconds is long enough for filling and
emptying tho lungs. Breathe fast,
almost like panting after violent exer
cise, but with the utmost caution,
stopping the instant any distress or
uneasiness is felt. Wait a moment,
then begin again, a little more slowly.
Bo steadfast in the effort to fill the
lungs as full as possible without strain
ing. Within a few moments tho blood
will begin to grow warm, the extremi
ties will feel the glow, and soon the
entire surface will be at a comfortable
temperature. If one wakens in the
night with a "creepy," cold feeling,
this is an excellent thing to do, and
will restore the circulation, and often
produce a desire to sleep.
There is another advantage in deop
breathing that is far too little appre
ciated. One of the most eminent
medical authorities declares that one
can by full, rapid and free breathing
eliminate almost all disease germs and
tendencies from the system.
Bapid breathing furnishes fuel by
means of which all waste matter of the
system is consumed. The blood is
purified, the tissues are supplied with
necessary material, and tho entire
body rapidly roturns to healthy Jon
ditions.—Now York Ledger.
Will Sustain J>4s ,<«<>,. 100 Persons.
Have you any idea of tho number
of persons that tho United States
would sustain without overcrowding
the population or even going beyond
the limit of density now shown by the
State of Rhode Island? Tho last cen
sus of the pygmy State just gives it a
population of 80,000. The area of
the State in square miles is
only 1250. Thus wo find that
there is an average of 318 per
sons on every square milo of her ter
ritory. We can best illustrate tho
sustaining capacity of the whole of
tho United States and of tho other
States by making some comparisons.
The State of Texas has an .area of
265,780 square miles, and were it
equally as densely populated as "Lit
tle Bhody" would comfortably sus
tain a population of 83,523,628 in
habitants—a greater number of per
sons than the wholo country is ex
pected to have in the year 1900.
Scatter people all over the wholo land
from tho Atlantic to the Pacific and
from the Gulf to the British posses
sions as thickly as they are now in
Rhode Island, and we would have
945,666,300 inhabitants, instead of an
insignificant 62,000,000. In other
wards, if the United States could be
peopled to their utmost sustaining ca
pacity, we could take care of nearly
two-thirds of tho tho present popula
tion of tho glebe. —St. Louis Repub
lic.
He Knew the Boy.
This story is told of Budyard Kip
ling, as illustrating very clearly the
characteristics of tho vigorous English
boy who was afterwards to achieve
such widespread fame with his pen.
When a boy of twelve, he went on a
voyage with his father, who, becoming
desperately sea-sick, retired to his
berth, leaving young Budyard to his
own devices. Presently the poor
father heard a tremendous commotion
over his head, and down the compan
ionway dashed the boatswain throe
steps at a time, shouting excitedly,
"Mr. Kipling, your boy has crawled
out on the yard-arm; if he ever lets
go he'll drown, sure." "Yes," said
Mr. Kipling, falling back on his pil
low, with a sigh of relief, "but he
won't let go."—Household Words.
Water Running Up llill.
"One of the fo w instances of a stream
running up hill can be found in White
County, Georgia," said T. R. Faulk
ner, at the St. Nicholas. "Near the
top of a mountain is a spring, evident
ly a siphon, aud the water rushes
from it with sufficient force to carry
it up the side of a very steep hill for
nearly half a mile. Beaching the crest
the water flows onto the east, and
eventually finds it way into the Atlan
tic Oceau. Of course, it is of the same
nature as a geyser, but the spectacle
of a stream of water Howiug up a steep
incline can probably bo found no
where elso in the country, and appears
even more remarkable than the gey
sers of the Yellowstone." —Cincinnati
Tribune.
THEORY AND CONDITION.
WORKING GIRLS SUFFER FROM
WILSON'S WICKED WORK.
Defenseless Wage Earners In Woolen
Mills Unable to Earn Sufllclent to
Pay Tbelr Board Under the Free
Trade Tariff, Which Reduced
Their Earning.
I —PROFESSOR WILSON'S THEORY.
I have on my table, as I write, two
samples of woolen-pile stuffs, such as
make good and serviceable cloaks or
sacks for working girls abroad, and
which many here would bo glad to
get. Under the law of 1883 they wera
dutiable at 35 cents a pound, and 35
per oent. nd valorem ; making for ono
sample a duty of 207 per cent, of
which 172 per cent, was covered by
the mild looking specific duty of "35
cents a poundand for tho other,
171 per cont., of which 136 por cent,
was carried in this specific duty. Tho
McKinley act raised the duty on theso
fabrics to 49J oents a pound and 60
per oent. ad valorem. This would
make for the first sample a duty of
203 per cent., of which 243 per cent,
is imposed by the specific duty, aud
for the fecon.l sample a duty of 253
percent., of whioh 193 per cent, is
likewise imposed. And this ic tho
name of American labor t
The poor girl, earning tho meager
wages of fifty cents a day, having by
two days' work made euough money
to buy a dollar's worth of this mate
rial, would then have to work six days
longer to earn sufficient to pay tho
McKinley taxes upon it. Those taxes
increase the cost of the ono from 31
79-100 cents to 81.28, and of the other
from 44 88-100 cents to $1.58. Un
der the bill now proposed, the cost
of these goods would be raised to 44
and 64 cents respectively, and these
duties are to bo lowered one-eighth
with the lapse of five years.
Of course the present rates are pro
hibitory, and such articles never ap
pear in the table of imports, but these
examples serve to show both tho work
ing of specific duties on cheap and com
mon goods, and the merciless taxes
imposed on the poorest and most de
fenseless of oar wage-earners.—Wm.
L. Wilson, in the Forum.
n. —THE WORKING GIRI/S CONDITION.
Between six and seven hundred girls
and a number of men employed in the
S. K. Wilson Woolen Mills at Trenton,
N. J., went on strikoyesterday. Theso
mills have been the only important
works that have been running in Tren
ton for some time. In. >rder to keep
tho hands employed a twenty per cent,
reduction was made in their wages last
summer. A refusal on the part of
the owners to restore the cut precipi
tated the strike.
A committee of the girls called up
on ?Mr. Wilson Wednesday night and
told him thnt they had not been able
to earn more than $3 in two weeks
since the new scale went into opera
tion. Many of them live in boarding
houses, the leader said, and were un
able to earn enough to pay their
board. They claim that since the
Wilson Tariff law went into effect the
goods turned out have necessarily
been of an inferior character, in order
to compete with tho foreign goods,
and consequently the piece price is
lower.
The girls have the sympathy of the
men employed in other departments,
and are arranging for public meetings
in order to present their case to the
trades people of tho town.—New York
Morning Advertiser, March 8, 1895.
This is a condition that confronts
both Professor Wilson and the work
ing girls. "The poor girl, earning
the meagre wages" of in two
weeks" under Mr. Wilson's froa trade
tariff, has been "unable to earn
enough to pay her board," although
working for six days iu the week. If,
howover, she worked on .Sunday as
well, and worked every Sunday for
half a year, she might be able to sparo
money enough to buy a woolen-pile
stuffs cloak, provided she in ile no
pnrobases for any other article of
wearing apparel. Tliis, .Mr. Wilson,
is the conditiou of your "poor girl"
under oae of your ".njrctlest taxes
imposed on the poorest au I in )st do
feusoloss of our wage earners."
A Double Barreled Uim.
A great many of our Southern
friends voted for free trade as a means
of developing their iron industry
among others. They were told by
Mr. Edward Atkinson, who has been
• life-long eneiny of Amerioau iron
producers, that free trade was what
they wanted for the development of
their industry, and it was hinted that
free trade would also injure the North
ern iron maker—i. e., free trade was
a kind of gun that would hit the
Northern deer and miss the Southern
naif! It undoubtedly hit the North
ern deer. But how does the Southern
calf come out! fn 1892 the Southern
States made 1,890,1157 grons tons of
iron and iu IH'.H the k*ium States made
tons. I u 18 12 those States
turned out 20. li yor cent. of.the total
Terms—Sl.oo in Advance; Sl.2ft after Three Months.
nia'ce of tho oouutry Bud lust year
tbey ui ulo nineteen per cent. When
tho free tra le President goes out of
olfije they will ba fortunate if they
are making seventeen per cetH. It is
probable that their solid support of
the British candidate aul the British
theory of trade development will cost
then the labor an I profits that would
have pertained to the making of at
least four million tons of iron.
The Dairy FaiMter's Experience.
Now that the markets of the world
are waiting anxiously to purchase our
supplies of farm products, it is well to
let the farmers know what enormous
quantities of our butter an I cheese
they are purchasing under the Qcr
ir.an tariff. The great increase in this
branch of oitr foreiga trade can be
seen from the following figures, show
ing our exports for the seven mouths
ending Jauuary 31, 1895, as ooinparei
with tho seven months ending January
31, 1891, as follows:
BUT TEH AND CHEESE EXPORTS.
Seven months onding January 31.
Butter, Cheeso,
pounds. pounds.
1831 5,067,784 43,750,34!
ISD3 .2,803.820 30.236.356
Decrease 2,203,957 4,513,089
Here is another instance where we
find that, with the markets of the
world wide open to us, our export
trade of American products has fallen
off, the shipments of butter during
the seven months showing a decrease
of 2,201,000 pounds and the shipments
of American cheese showing a falling
off 4,514,000 pounds. The buyers of
dairy products in foreign countries
must have forgotteu that our wall of
protection has been broken down, be
cause we are hardly letting ourselves
out to such advantage as the free
traders promised the farmers when so
liciting their votes before election.
There is no theory about our dairy
export trade. It is a condition that
confronts American far.n?rs—a con
dition of smaller exports under a free
trade tariff.
1892 John Bull Comes,
1895-John Dull (Joes.
"The Tariff is a Tax."
Under tho MoKinley tariff our im
ports for January, 1891, on the aver
age tariff of 50 per cent, ad valorem,
would have given us a revenue of $2, •
414,000 for tho month. Under the new
law our imports for January, this
year, at tho average of 40 per cent, ad
valorem, would give us a customs rev
enue #3,950,000. Thus, upon the sup
position made by all free traders that
"the tariff is a tax," we find that the
Gorman tar iff taxed them for the month
of January $1)542,000 more than they
were taxed under the McKinley tariff,
while it doubled our imports of Eng
lish goods, decreased the products of
our factories aud farms to the extent
of $5,000,000 for a single month, and
enabled us, in the same month, to sell
$2,500,000 worth less of our own goods
in one of thoss markets cf the world
that are supposed to be waiting ready
to receive everything that we caa
grow or manufacture.
We thus have, during the first month
of the present year, under the new
tariff a direct money loss of $7,500,000,
with a direct increase iu the burden
of taxation of $1,500,000, on the the
ory of the free traders that "the tariff
is a tax," without reckoning the in
creased taxation necessary through
the increase in oar bonded indebted*
ness.
An Attack on Farmer.).
The difficulties of managing tli3
American wool busiuess have been
multiplied. \Vo have to share the
American market with many foreigu
wool sellers who have never before
been competitors with our home mar
ket and the American wool growers
are competing on suoh unequal terms
that the industry is shrinkiu'. The
domestic wool men were hit hard by
the Gorinau bill.
l
Let Us Hope S<».
John Burns believes ttia'. within the
next twenty-live years A uarioius will
lie einigratiufto inl, tiuiao iu
that time Euglaud will li*v>.»tii3 model
Government of th> world. Sooner
th.tu that, John. Mr. CleveUud and
liiu chum, Wilson, will go over to pave
the way iu 'J'i,—Jersey City Evening
Journal.
NO. 28.
A WINDY DAY.
Tho dawn was a dawn of splendor,
And the blue of the morning skies
Was as placid and deep and tender
As tho blue of a baby's eyes;
The sunshine floods the mountain,
And flashed over land and sea
Like the spray of a guttering fountain—
But the wind, the wind. Ah, mo 1
Like a weird invisible spirit,
It swooped in its airy flight;
And the earth, as the stress drew near it,
Quailed os in mute affright;
The grass in the green fields quivered—
The waves of tho smitten brook
Chilly shuddered and shivered,
And the reeds bowed down and shooi.
Like a sorrowful misorere,
It sobbed audit wailed and it blew
Till tho leaves on the trees looked weary,
And my prayers were weary, too;
And then like the sunshine glimmer
That failed in the awful strain,
All tho hope of my eyes grew dimmer.
In the spatter of spiteful rain.
—St. Louis Globe-Democrat
HUMOIt OF THE DAT.
When you give others advice take
some of it yourself.—Ram's Horu.
A man's experience teaches him to
fear nothing on earth but his friends.
—Atchison Globe.
There are a few fossils iu this coun
try that as yet are in no collection.—
West Union Gazette.
The reason more short men do not
buy tall hats is because they are short.
—Rockland Tribune.
A courtship by mail is about as sat
isfactory as a perusal of the bill-of
faro in place of dinner.
Adversity is like tho frosting on n
sumptuous cake, and its rewards aro
like the plums below.—Puck.
It is estimated that a woman has
the last word and eighty-two per cent,
of the preceding conversation. —Puck.
There aro many rules for merchants,
But those two will suffice:
Be diligent in business,
And don't fail to advertise.
—Detroit Free Press.
"Move on," said the officer ; "you'ro
full." "Thash right," said tho dizzy
one; "who told you?"— Adams Free
man.
It is easier to throw stones at a pro
oession than it is to twirl the drum
major's baton. Cleveland Plain
Dealer.
There are two important periods in a
woman's life. One is wheu ehs has a
hired girl and tho other is wheu she
hasn't. —Rockland Tribune.
The man who sighs for the happy day
When a barefoot boy ho ran
Is the same old boy who used to say
"I wisht I wuz a man."
—Philadelphia Record.
Tho world is like a fruit basket.
Tne big and attractive ones get on
top, while the little ones are crushed
out of sight in tho bottom.—Texas
Siftings.
Mrs. Murphy—"Yes, sonny, I'vo
had a fruit stand on this block for
thirty years." Tim Ryan—"lf you'd
have advertised you might have owned
the block by this time."—Boston
Globe.
You think your old hat looks pretty
well until you come out iu a new one.
Then you notice by the enthusiasm of
your friends that they'd been hoping
for this for some time. Rockland
Tribune.
"It's all nonsonse, dear, about wed
ding cake. I put an enormous piece
under my pillow and dreamed of no
body." "Well?" "And the next
night I ate it and dreamed of every
body."—Life.
Old Player—"When next yon try
you want to forgot everything but
that you are on the stage." Amateur
Slippupp—"That was just the trouble ;
I did forget everything but that."—
Boston Courier.
Wiggles—"Why did they call it a
charity concert, do you think?" Wag
gles— "I don't kuow. Possibly be
cause it is so often necessary to bo
charitable toward the performers."—
Somorville Journal.
"There is some satisfaction of being
a kodak fiend," mused the amateur
photographer, as he sent a bundle of
pictures to a friend. "At least, a
man can express his own views."—•
Philadelphia Record.
As the cow on the barbed wiro scraped hen
self
She gave a tremendous bound,
And remarked: "I think tho wires should
all
Bo put right under the ground!"
—Puck.
Caller—"l am going to send my
little girl to cooking school at once."
"Does she care for such things?"
Caller -"Dear me, no; but I am sure
she will make a good cook, sho breaks
so many lovely dishes."—Chicago In
ter-Ocean.
Wife—"The language you used last
night when you oame home was some
thing dreadful." Husband- "But—"
Wife—"Don't try to deny it. I am
as positive as I am that I sit here that
when I said* Who's there?'you said
'Me.' " —Chicago Tribune.
"Do you intend to pay an incomo
tax?" "No; I've had my salary re
duoed to $3400." "Then, of course,
you'll expect a Christmas present of
about §SOO or SOOO from your em
ployers." "Yes, that is about the
size of it."—Boston Budget.
Let's fad no more on Bonaparte,
As we have lately done:
And. setting him aside, lets mako
A fad ot Washington.
He might objeet if he were here;
But really its too bail
Togo to foreign parts when wo
Can have a home-made fad.
—Detroit Free Tress.
If all the people who shut thu door
in the summer oould be sent to the
equator, and nailed to it, aud nil tiu
people who leave the door open in the
winter carried to the North I'ole,
and tied to ii, what a comiorta >! j
world this would be to the rost ol us.
—Rockland T» tbune.