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