SULLIVAN -JSBFE REPUBLICAN. W. M. CHENEY, Publisher. VOL. XIII. The American bieydler divides the honors abroad with the Amerioan trotter. Colonel John Cookerill thinks that tho attitudo of Russia in the East mast force an allianco between England, Japan and China. Cornwall, in England, leads all other countries in freedom from crimes against property. Next in compara tive honesty come the western counties of Wales. Elizabeth Cady Stanton says that if sho was Street Cleaning Commissioner of New York City, she would organize a brigade of needy, deserving women to do tho work, and it would be done, Tho Boston Journal of Commerce unuounces that an electrical type-set ting machino has been invented in Italy by a Dominican friar, which is said to produce words in typo faster thau tho linotype can make them in metal. Tho Salvation Army is said to havo a-'curod a strong foothold in Buenos Ayres. Duriug tho financial troubles it was able, according to Ram's Horn, to help thousands of men out of work to food and shelter. It lias a thriving farm colony, and is training Spnnisli -7 speaking cadets. If some archaeologist in tho year 5000 A. D., happens to dig lip a fash ionable woman's costume of thepresent day, ho will draw som o very queer conelusious from it concerning tho fcliape of its ono-timo wearer, prodicts tho Washington Pathfinder. Women wear big sleeves because thoy are "pretty." If u thing is pretty, that settles it with theconventional woman. Next thing one shall eeo society bellos hanging themselves about with oil paintings and water colors in gold frames to mako themselves "pretty." Tho wbaleboat Kito is to bo sent Arctic ward after Peary, and in a littlo whilo a new Peary will probably havo to be sent after the whalcboat Kite. That, adds tho New York Tribune, is tho general operation of Polar dis covery. Tho mugnet of the North draws eternally, operativo on ships and men, perhaps finally on balloons and bicycles as it is on tho mariner's needle. Whether the fruits of Polar adventnre equal their cost and peril ia a question on which tho economist and the geographical and scientific enthusiast are entitled to hold differ ent opinions; but it is a quest never likely to bo intermitted. The lino of discoverers will continue, however lean and conjectural their tales of dis covery, and such of them as are not lost in Symme's Holo will havo to bo seif? fat "now and then to organizonew expeditions and keep alive a healthy interest in tho region. Wo look with horror on tho pic tures left us by Assyrian and Egyp tian conquerors of prisoners' hands and feet cut off, thoir bodies impaled, Slid their heads nailed up against the city \taUs, forgetful, suggests the New York Independent, that just suoh things may happen nowadays within a few hundred miles of tho world's great capitals. A telegram from Tangier re ported tho other day that four loads of human heads were being brought to Fez, to show the Sultau that people were really punished for the last re volt. Tho telegram in the London Times says that tho "heads were in bad condition when they reached Rabat, and were ro-salted at that place, the work being dono by He brews under compulsion of the Gov ernment. " It was pictured deeds no worse than this which led Gutsmid to declare that tho old Assyrians were tho schrekliohste of all Nations. Opposition to crime is growing fast in tho mountains of Kentuoky, notes tho Louisvillo Courier-Journal. The Jackson (Breathitt County) Hustler says: "Word comes to us from every direction of the revolution in the sen timent of the people of this section of the mountains in regard to punishing criminals. A man told us thi,j week that he had been in eight oounties since the Fields-Adkins trial at Bar boursville, and that tho intense feel ing against lawlessness was universal, A gentleman who has been in Perry County much of the timo in the past six weeks told us that there would be 1.0 trouble to got a jury iu that coun ty to hang a man if he deserved it. In tho counties where lawlessness has been worst this feeling is greatest. The revolt from the state of terror and death will sweep a number of men into tho State Prison and some into their graves. Woe to tho despera does of these counties now. Their race is run. The grand juries are do ing their work and the petit juries •\heir duty," THE MORNINO BIRD, [One of tbe most treasured relics I have Is a poem which iny father wrote when I was a little boy. My father was a native of Maine, but for all thut ho was a man of sentiment, and he had much literary taste and ability, too. The poem which he gnve and which I havo always treasured,will (if I-urn not grievously in error) touch a responsive chord in many a human heart, for all humanity looks back with tenderness to the time of youth.-- Eugene Piold, in Chicago Rjcord.] A bird sat in tho maple tree And this was the song he sang to mo, "O little boy, awake, awake, arise! The sun is high in tho morniug skies; The brook's a-play in tho pasturo lot And wondoreth that the little boy It loveth doarly cometh not To share its turbulanco and joy; The grass hath kisses cool and swoot For truant little brown bare feot — Ho come, 0 child, awake, arise! Tho sun is high in tho morning skies'." So from tho yonder maple troo The bird kept singing unto mo; But that was very long ago— I did not think - I did not know— Elso would I not havo longer slept And dreamt the procious hours away; Elso would I from my bed have leapt To groot another happy day— A day, untouched of care and truth, With sweet companionship of youth— Tho dear old friends which you and I Knew in the happy years gone by! Still in the maple can be heard Tho music of tho morning bird, And still the song is of the day That runneth o'er with childish play; Still of each ploiisant old-time placo And of tho old-timo friends I know— Tho pool where hid tho furtive dace, Tho lot tho brook went scampering through Tho mill, the lane, tho bellflower treo That usod to lovo to sheltor me— And all thoso othors 1 knew thon, But which I cannot know again! Alas! from yonder maple tree. Tho morning bird sings not to mo; Elso would his ghostly voice prolong An evening, not a morning, song; And ho would tell of oach dear spot I knew so well and cherished then, As all forgetting, not forgot By him who would bo young again! 0 child, tho voice from yonder tree Calleth to you and not to me; So wako and know thoso friendships all 1 would to God I could recall! "TiJOU ART THE MAN!" BY HELEN FOBREST GRAVES. — jj» i T'S tho last straw breaks tho Luoy, burst- Ig' ing into tears. Juno sunbeams cam o peeping into tho cool, stone-paved dairy, where pans of milk and cream were ranged in or derly array; great stone pots stood under tho shelves, and a blue-painted churn was already placed on tho tuble for service. Mr. Bellendcn was justly proud of his dairy. Not a chance guest camo to tho houso but was invited down to eeo it; not a housekeeper iu the neighborhood but secretly envied its many conveniences and exquisite neatness. "And it isn't Iho dairy alone!" tri umphantly remarked Soth Belleuden. "And you may go 'through tho house from garret to cellar, and you will never find a speck pt dust or a stain of rust. There never was such a housekeeper as my wife." Mrs. Belleuden was yonng, too — scarcely three-and-twenty. Sho had been the daughter of a retired army officer, delicately reared and quito ig norant of all the machinery of domes tic lifo until sho married Seth Belleu den. "It's very etrauge," Lucy had writ ten to her father. "Tho farm is beautiful. You never saw such mon strous old buttonball trees, nor such superb roses, and tho meadows aro full of clover and tho strawberries shine like jewclß on tho suuny hill sides. But uobody sketches or reads. I don't think there is a copy of Ten nyson in tho whole and no one ever heard of I>ore or Mil lais. All thoy think of is how manv dozens of eggs tho hens lay, and how many cheeses they cau make in a year. And the woman who has a new re ceipt for wattle*, or a now pattern for a horrible thing that thoy call quilts, is tho leader iu society." But presently young Mrs. BoUondcn herself caught tho feicr and became a model housewife. Examplo is all powerful, and Lucy begau to, believo that the whole end and aim of life was domestic thrift, money-saving and tho tbreadmill of work. "My dear," said Seth, "if you thought you could get along without Hepsy, tlio maid, I might bo able to afford that new reaper before the oat crop comes in." "I'll try," said Lucy. And after that she rose before day break and worked later into the night than over. "What is tho matter with your hands, Lucy?" Se f !i asked ono day. "Thoy aro not so white aud beautiful as they used to be." Luoy colored as she glanoed down at tho members iu question. "I suppose it is making the firec," said .she. And then sho took to wearing old kid gloves at her sweeping and dust ing and digging out of ashes. "My coat is getting shabby,." Seth one duy remarked. "Why don't you buy another one?" asked his wife. Seth laughed—a short laugh. "What do you think Mrs. Higgin botham has dono?" Httid he. "Sho ripped up her husband's old suit aud cut u pattern by it, and made a new oue, and entirely saved him te.u dol lars!" LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, AUGUST 2, 1895. "1 could do that I" said Luoy, with sparkling eyes. "I will try it!" "Yon can do anything, my dear!" said Mr. Bollenden, admiringly. And Luoy felt that she had her rich reward. Company began to come as soon as the bright weather set in. All the affectionate relations of Mr. Bellenden soon discovered that the farmhouse was cool and shady, that Lucj's cooking was excellent, and that tbe bedrooms were neatness itself. Some of them were even good enough to invite their relations as well, and so the houso was full from April to De cember. All tbe clergymen made it their home at Brother Bellendcn's when they came to Silvan Bridge for ecclesi astical conventions; all the agents for unheard-of articles discovered that they knew somebody who was ac quainted with the Bellendens, and brought their carpet-bags and valises, with that faith in human hospitality which is one of life's best gifts. Mrs. Bellenden's fame went abroad among the Dorcases of tho neighbor hood in tho matter of butter and cheese. She took prizes in the do mestic department of all tho agricul tural fairs, and tho adjoining house wives took no trouble to make things that they could borrow of Mrs. Bel lendeu, "just as well as not." -And one day, when poor Luoy, un der the blighting influence of a horri blo sick headache, was endeavoring to strain three o> four gallons of milk into the shining pans, the news ar rived that Uncle Paul was coming to the farm. "Another guest!" said Lucy, de spairingly. And then sho uttered tho proverb thnt heads our sketch. "Oh, it's only Uncle rani!" said Mr. Bellonden. "Don't fret, Lutio; he's the most peaceuble old gentleman in tho world. He'll make no more trouble than a cricket. John's wife thought she couldn't have him, be cause sho has no hired girl just now—" "Neither havo 11" said Lucy, re belliously. "And Surah Eliza don't like com pany." "I am supposed to bo fond of it!" observed Lucy, bitterly. "And Reuben's girls don't want old folks staying there. It's too much trouble, thoy say," added Seth. Luoy bit her lip to keep back tho words sho might have uttered, and said, instead: "Wliero is ho to sleep? Tho Bol forils havo tho frout bedroom, and your Cousin Susan occupies tho back, anil tho four Miss Vuttoruotis slcop iu the two hull chambers, and tho hired men have the garret room." She might havo added that sho and her husband and the baby had slept in a hot little den opeuiug from tho kit chen for four weeks, vuiuly expecting Mr. and Mrs. Belford to depart, and that she had never yot had a chance to invite her father to tho farm in pleasant weather. But she was magnanimous and held her peace. "Oh, you can find some plaoo for him!" said her husband, lightly. "There's that little room at the ond of tho hull whero the spmning-wheol is." "But it isn't furnishod?" pleaded Lucy. "you cun easily |u\y a carpot to gether out of tl>o£fo old pieces from the Bedfords' room, aud it's no troiiblo to put up a muslin curtain to the win dow and lift iu a cot-bod. There are plenty of good sweet husks in the corn-house, and you can just tack to gether a mattress and whitewash the ceiling, and— What's that, Beniah? The cows in tho ryo lot! Dear mo! Everything goes wroug if I step into the house for u moment. And really, Lutie, these things are vour business —not mine!" ho added, irritably. Lucy could not help laughing, all by herself, ai her husband ran up the steps. But it was a vory sad little laugh, and soon changed into a sigh. "I wonder," said sho, iu a whisper, "if my poor, tired-out ghost would hauut these stouo pavements and scrubbed shelves if I wore to die? I nover heard of a ghost in a dairy be fore, but I should think that it might easily be." But the little bedroom was iillod up for all that, as fresh as a rose, and Uncle Paul arrived, a dried-up, yel low-complexioned old man, with au old-fashioued cravat tied in mauy folds uiound his neck, aud a suit of navy blue, with bruss buttons. He had the polite way of half a century ago, aud Lucy thought she should like him very much, if only she had time to got acquainted with him. But sho was churning teu pounds of butter a day, and there was the baby, and tho company, and tho young chickens, and tho baking to do for the sewing society, which was to meet at her house this week. Sho was almost too busy to sleep. But buclo Paul was watching her quietly all the time. He came out one day to the barn, whero his nephew was putting a now handle on a sickle blade. "Pretty bujy times, eh, Uncle Paul ?" said the farmer, scaroely taking tho Itiduro to look up. "Aye," absently auswored the old man. "Did I toll you, Nephew Seth, about tho reason 1 loft your Cousin Eliab's!" "Not that I remomber," said Soth, breathing on tho blade and polishing it with his silk handkerchief. "Dorothy died—his wife I" "Ob, yes!" said Seth. "Mal.ir'al fever, wasn't it?" "No !" bluntly answered Unole Paul. "It was hard work. That wo man, Nephew Soth, did the housework for eight persous. Eliab didn't even let her havo a woman to help with the washing aud the ironing." "Must havo been a regular-going brute," said Setb, tightening tbo ban* die a little. "All the sewing, too," added Undo Paul—"the mending and making. Never went anywhere exeept to church. Eliab didn't believe in women gad ding about." "The old savage!" said Seth. "She was fond of reading, but she never got any time for it," said Uncle Paul. "She rose before sun-up, and never lay down until eleven o'clock. It was hard work that killed that wo man, and Eliab coolly declared that it was sheer laziness when she wouldn't drag herfielf around any longer. And when she died he rolled up bis eyes and called it the visitation of Provi dence." "Why didn't the neighbors lynch him?" cried Seth, fairly aroused to indignation at last. Undo Paul took off his glasses, wiped them vigorously and looked his nephew hard in the face. "Why don't the nrighbors lynch you ?" said he. Seth dropped the sioklo and started. "Nephew Seth," said Undo Paul, impressively, "thou art tho man! Are you not doing tho very same thing?" "I?" gasped Seth. "Your wife is doing the work of a household of sixteen poople," said Uncle Paul. "She is drudging as you could biro no foreigner to drudge. She is rising early, and lying down late; she is offering up her life on the shrino of your farm and its require ments. 1 have seen her grow thin and pale even during tho few days I have been here. I have carried water and split wood for her because thoro was no one elso to do it. I have seen her curry up Mrs. Belford's breakfast daily to her room, because Mrs. Bol ford preferred to lie in bed; and cooking dainty dishes for Helen Pat terson, because Helen wouldn't cat what the rest like. No galley-slave ever workod as she does. And yon, with your hired men—whose board only adds to her cares—and your array of labor-saving machinery, staud coolly by and see her commit slow suioide. Yes, Nephew Setb, I think it is a caso for lynching?" Seth had grown pale. "I—l never thought of this," said he. "Why didn't some ono tell me?" "Whero were your own. eyes?" Baid Undo Paul. Seth 13ellcnden rolled down his shirt sleeves, put on his coat, and went into the house. Ho told tho Belfords and Pattersons that it was inconvenient to keep them auy longer. He Ravo Cousin Susan to understand that her room was ncoded. He made arrangements to board tho hired men at tho vacant farmhouse, and ongaged a stout dairyman and a house-servant to wait on Lucy. And ho telegraphed to her father to come to Silvan Bridge at once. "She deserves a treat," ho said. "Ho shall spend tho summer with us." And then he went to tell Luoy. Sho had fainted umoiig the butter cups, picking sttuwberries for tea. Poor littlo Lucy 1 The machinery had utterly refused to revolvo any longer. His heart grew cold within him. ".Sho will die," he thought, "and I shall havo murdered her?" But she did not die. She recovered her strength by degrees. "It is better than auy medicine," she said, "to know that Seth is think ing of mo aud for me." And Uncle Paul—"the last straw," as sho had called him—bad proved her salvation. "I don't want bor togo as Eliab's wife iliil," taiil Uncle Paul.—Saturday Night. 11l Cliinose Villages. Mr. Weldon and I ofteu went into tbo villages, walking botweeu the fields of shivering rice, but faroftenei' tbo villagers camo to see us iu oat house-boat -nicu, women, babies, dogs, and all. Always some little side canal, the offshoot of a main water way, was tbo only street between or before the village houses. There was always the towpath, but tbo bost route was by a second path leading behind the houses. By followiug that we passed through the farms and yards. We saw the men and womeu thrashing tho rice by beating a log with handfuls of it to scatter tbo ker nels on tho grotiuil. We saw tho farmers turning the soil over and breaking it up laboriously, or punch ing holes in tho thick clay, dropping seeds iu them, and then smearing tho holes over with a rake. \Ve wont into tho inner courts of tho better houses, and noted how tho meu, and even tho tiniest baby boys, thrust themselves forward to greet us, while tho uoineu and girls slunk behiud or merely peoped through tho doorways anil open windows- the latter being Eliza bethan contrivances, framed for little panes of oiled paper or tho enamelled innor coating of seasbells. White goats, wolfish dogs, commou-senso chickens, bump-backed cows aud nose-led buffaloes make up tho animal lifo that is so paiufully missing in Japan and so abua lout in China. Julian ttulph iu Harper's. Fortunate Waiters. In Frankfort, Oermauy, there is a restaurant the waiters of wl have just received what must assuredly bo the largest "tip" on record. Among their customers for many years was a gentleman of independent means, Herr WilhelmPcutzel. ltecently this gentleman went on a trip to Egypt, and died whilo there, at Port Baid. By Lis will, it is found, ho has left S4OOO to the fortunate waiters in ques tion.—London News. Extent ot Cotton Making. Cotton manufactories aro found in nearly every State except the extreme Northwest, thong':, the principal seat of this manufacture hasaiways been iu New England. ---St. lobe-Demo crat, THE MERRY SIDE OF LIFE. STORIES THAT ARB TOLD BT THE FUNNY MEN OF THB PRESS. The Angler's Guide—Her Choice Faithless—'Tho Imperious Hired Girl—A Humorist, Etc., Etc. Burnish up tho roel and rod, Straighten out the HUP, Take 11 spade und turn the sod— Fishiu s ffettlii' line. Tramp along t<j where they say Speckled beauties swish. Sit uround for half a day— Go aud buy your ttsh. —BufTulo Courier. A HUMORIST, A—"l fail to seo how you can laugh at such a silly remark." B—"My dear fellow, I can't help it. I owe the man a hundred dollars." UNDEIt THE WAN. Teacher—"Speaking, of import?, with what does Canada supply us?" Bright Boy—"Silver coins that won't pass in the horse-cars."—Judge. licit CHOICE FAITHLESS. "I love, and I am loved." "Then you must be perfectly hap py-" "But it isn't thesame man!"— Life. THE IMPERIOUS HIRED GIRL. "Are you tho boss here?" Mr. Meekly—"Do I look like a man that would allow his wife to get along without a cook?" Chicago Inter- Ocean. PRESUMPTIVE PROOF. "When your son graduated did ho leave anything behind him to enrich tbo traditions of tho college?" "I guess so; his manners aro gone." —Puck. RATHER SNAPPY. Mail (to Baker Boy) "What is your dog's name, sonuy?" Baker Boy—"Ginger." Man—"Does Ginger bite?" Baker Boy—"Now, Ginger snaps." —Atlanta Journal. RAIL REFARTEE. Trolley Car Conductor—"Settle now or get off." Dignified Citizen—"What do you tako me for, sir?" Conductor—"lY cents, same as anybody else."-Indianapolis Journal. A COAL-OIL JOHANNA. "Itich," exclaimed one emancipated woman to another; "why, she's tho queen of the stock exchange." "Slio's very lavish, I'm told, in her display." "She can afford it. She's so rich that she uses hundred-dollar bills for curl paperp."—Washington Star. NOT UP TO DATE. Jones found Smith vigorously pol ishing his shoes. "What are you doing that for? I always thought you wore patent leather?" "These used to bo patent leather," rcpliod Smith,- puinfully bringing his spinal column into its normal posi tion ; "but the patent on them has ex pired."—Washington Pathfinder. USLIXE ALL OTHERS. Several men were talkiug about how they happened to marry. "I married my wife," said one, after tbo others hud all had their say, "because she was diilereut from any woman I bad ever met." "How was that?" chorused the otbors. "She was the only womou I ever met who would havo me."—Dotroit Free Press. 110W HE GOT IT. "Did that farmer's wife give you tho cold shoulder?" asked Wobbly Wibbles of his pal, ai he carno run ning down the road. "She didn't give it to mo," ropliod Wiggley Waggles, with a grin, "I swipped it when her back was turned." Aud, an ho produced the remains of a tine piece of roast mutton from un der his coat, his comrado saw the joke and joined in tho laugh. —Brook lyn Eagle. LIKE MOTHER, LIKE DAUGHTER. "Please, sir," whistled the boy with two front teeth missing, "Minnie Williams's mother says Miunio can't come to school, 'cos she's got a stitch in her side." "Who is Minnie Williams'e moth er?" the new school teacher asked. ' 'She's the dressmaker." The teacher turned reflectively to the blackboard. "How wonderful are the influences of heredity," muttered he. Rockland Tribune. THE RULING PASSION. "Gentlemen," said the college Pres ident at the meeting of tho faculty, "wo must take means at once to stop the game of football. It is bringing our grand old institution into disre pute." Just then a great noise was heard outside, and the President demanded the cause of it. "News has been received." ex plained ono of the youuger professors, apologetically, "that nine of our eleven will surely be back in college next year, and that our chaucea of beatiug Yale next fall are of the best." "Good I" shouted the President, flushing with pleasure. "Ei—l think —er, young gentlemen, we had bet ter not be too—er—hasty in this mat ter."—Harlem Life. It is stated tbat Assam tea is tho richest in tbeine, that tJeylou and In dian teas will not keep, und that Day eeliii ' is the best of all. Terms—sl.oo in Advance; 51.25 after Three Month*. The Flag ot Protection. The Flag ol Free Trade. The Jirlge anl tin IKucon, Thore lived ou,co in the little eity.of Williamsport, Ponu., au oil Judge of the name of William*. This old Judge was noted for two things, for gettiu? mellow occasionally an.l for being plucky and courageous under all cir cumstances —a gainey old man. It was a peculiarity of the old Judge that whenever lie got mellow he grew cor respondingly religious. Ono night ho wandered into a protracted revival meeting and seated himsolf upon tho front seat, full of spiritual influence of some kind. Tho clergyman, -en gaged in his preaching, rose to a fer vid pitch of eloquence, and in the midst of it exclaimed: "Show me the drunkard! Show me tho drunkard! Of all men on earth the most unfor tunate; show him to me." To the consternation of all present the old Judge arose, and unsteadily maintain ing himself, exclaimed: "Well, sir, here I am." The clergyman, having realized upon his investment much sooner thau ho anticipated, didn't kuow what to do with it. They finally pulled the old Judge down, and the incident had passed out of memory almost, when tho clergyman again struck an impassioued period and ex ..claimed in tho honesty and fervor of liis heart: "Show mo the hypocrite! Show me the hypocrite ! Of all nlen on God's gri'eu oirth the most despic able. Show me tho hyi.oarite!" Tho old Judge rose tho secou I time, aud reaching his CAIU over to u certain shaky old deacon, exclaimed: "Dea con, why tho devil dou't you get up when you are called on." The Wire Nails Sujiply. The production of wire nails in the United states iu 18S-J was estimated at GOO,OOO kegs. Iu IS-!/ tho produc tion was estimated at 1,25 3,03) keg •<, and iu 1838 at 1,530,033 kegs. Iu 1880 direct reports fro u most of tho works and estimites for tlio otheri showed tho total production tj bo 2,435,003 kegf. In 18 )3 an I subse quent years complete returns of production were received from all tho tfire nail work". Tho production of wire nails iu 189). was 5,681,801 kegs against 5,09j, 915 kogs iu 1593, au increase of i>35,• 85'3 kegs. Tho wire nails lnado iu 1891 were produce 1 by forty work- 1 , tho same number that male nails iu 1893. The Idea of an 1(11 at. It will bo impossible to keep up tho present rate of wages unless tho ex port trade of tho Uuited States iu manufactured goods is fosterod and enlarged.—Now York Herald. By increasing "tho export trade of tho United States in manufactured goods" to Europoan countries, to In dia, Ohina and Japau, where similar manufactured goods cau be made at muoh less cost thau in this country, we must first reduce Amcricau wages to the level of wages iu those coun tries, to say nothing of paying freight and insurance charges on tho goods while getting there. . Haul IHc Food Urst. Edward Atkiusou, thri aotivo "reve nue reformer," has been explaimug iu public how foo;l materials might bo coo'io.l economically. This is all right, but many American workmen have been pnziliu ; how to find the foo 1. It was not so when, uuder ample pro tection, wages were goo.l aud work was abuudaut. Tuen food was plenti ful. It may be so later ou again xvaen the produce of the free farms is har vested. Hard oil Our Hens, Canadian eggs are coming along iu good shape. Last year, in March, we imported ouly 9555 dozen ; this year iu March wo bought from foreign countries 43,500 dozeu. How dees the farmer like this? NO. 43. FIRST AND LAST. ALSO OK GREATEST IMPORT ANCE AT ALL OTHER TIMES. A Question That Will Never Be Shelved lu the United States—Our Own Interests Are and Must Be Paramount. The natural activity and mental ex citability of the American people lead them to a very ready acceptance of new ideas. It has often happened that a few persons who can gain newspaper notoriety will start an agitation that, if cleverly directed, will arouse the whole country. An effort in this direotion has re cently been made and is still being continued. It consists in diverting the minds of the people from the in dustrial conditions of the country to other issues, and it is hoped that our prosperity in 1892, under the best protective tariff that the country has ever had, will be forgotten now that there is some temporary improvement in business over tho disastrous condi tions that existed in 1893 and 1894, when the threat of free trade was hanging over us.' Tho Qorman tariff, as . aecame law, was not nearly so dangerous to tho best interests of the country as the free traders had desired to make it, but they have not lost hope. Tho free trade idea is not dead by any means. Its friends are now conduct ing a more active and vigorous cam paign than they have ever done. Their work is more thorough and system atic, and they are openly advocating a plain, unadulterated policy of free trade,which they were formerly afroid. to do, and which used to be concealed under the cloak of tariff reform. Every eflort is made to creato tho impression that business interests must not be disturbed by reopening tariff discussion. Meantime, the free traders are vigorously urging the adoption of the free trade policy and are endeavoring to gain converts to their cause by steady and systematic work. Is it possible, however, to avoid tariff discussion when tho present Ad ministration within two years has added $170,000,000 to our debt an,d its desire to provide for deficiencies has been demolished by the Supreme Court? What prospect is there that the debt under the exisiting policy will bo diminished? Is there not a much greater prospect that it will be increased i The precedent has been established that wo must pay exorbitant rates of interest for money that wo aro com pelled to borrow, and as the existing tariff simply creates a deficiency that grows larger from month to month, is not this prima facio evidence that we must again, and before long, become borrowers? What will be tho outcomo of this policy of debt ? Can we, and forever, sontinuc borrowing? What signs aro there for the better? Where aro the jigns of prosperity ? Cau wo expect to borrow and borrow without tho slightest hope of making a settlement with our creditors? What has England done in the case of Nicaragua for a pal trys7s,ooo debt? How nro we to pay the sixty odd million dollars borrowed recently from the Rothschilds with ;«ut present economic system that pro duces a Qovernmont deficit of upward of $50,000,000 a year? Is the new tariff creating greater prosperity among the people than tho McKinley tariff did? Are the people earning as good wages now as in 1892? Are they saving as much money now as then? Is the output of our facto ries as great? Are prices as satisfac tory both to tho producer and to tho consumer? There was no monthly Treasury de ficiency during the enactment of tho McKinley tariff for protection, but there is a regular monthly deficiency in the Treasury under tho Gorrnau tariff. Tho people cannot be prosper ous ; with a bankrupt Treasury thio is impossible. To avoid tariff discussion is simply tho act of a man driven to despera tion, who would rather siuk thau make an effort to save himself. Shall we be content to bo carried along like driftwood, stranded on some bank or rock, or washed out and lost in the ocean! No, wo must stom the tide. Never was there more need, nor more cause, for active and vigorous ob struction to the policy of free trade that is now in its incipienoy and which must, if persisted in, ultimate ly result, iu our utter extinction as a leading .commercial and industrial Na tion, placiug us iu a subordinate po sition among tho great Powers of tho world, without influence and without respect. ___ A Mugwump Squawks. Aro the Republican leaders likely to countenance a resort, even tempor arily, to tho tariff-for-revenuo-ouly policy of the Democracy, as in tho case of duties on tea and coffee?— Springfield (Mass.) Republican. Not inuoh. The "lariff-for-rovonue only policy of tho Demoeracy" is an English policy. Tho Republican load ers aro Americans. They have ideas of their own and are lor American protoctiou. Thoy dou't have togo woolgatlieriuj to tho Ljndon Times to get ideas. It Hi 1 Do It. If it has a fair c'nuo tin: Jit no reason why tho protective p ilioy ~ which id oulyoau former enlightoaed, progressive au 1 iulopiulent Ameri canism—should not do for our ship ping what it has alroaly doue for our manufacturing. It hvt n»ade ui first in tho. world in tho one; thara is no ►eason why, if it is intelligently and systematically applie.l, it cinuot inako us first in tho other. -lijstju fyir val
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