Sullivan republican. (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, November 22, 1895, Image 1
SULLIVAN JUIFE REPUBLICAN. W. M. CHENEY, Publisher. VOL. XIV. THANKSGIVING. Thru fields have yielded ample storo O! fruit and wheat and corn, That nights of restful blpssedness Have followed each new morn; That flowers have blossomed by the paths That love has filled us with doligM We offer heartfelt praise. What shall we say of sorrow's hours. Of hunger and denial. Of tears, and loneliness, and loss, Of long and bitter trial? Oh, in the darkness have not wo Been new, rosplendent stars V Have we not learned some song of faith Within our prison bars? Not only for the earth's rich gifts. Htrown thick along our way. Her looks of constant loveliness, We thank our God to-day; But for tho spirit's subtle growth, The higher, better part, The treasures gathered in the soul— The harvest of the heart. —Mary F. Butts. THE LOST THIM BLE. "DOCK'S" THANKSGIVING DAY STORT. .CgSSSP MAN is consid -3 \ |l erably out of place at a f~7- quilting bee. f"S B fc'/H c °urse, all s —(j\ 1 t * ie [women I wero eo°d to ii 1 - B rne • an< * *he Sll/il hostess made fMjK- 'TV ~'a special effort V V&i/' ' nt entertain ment, but it \ seemed all the "" time as just one more reminder of my unfortunate sex ; my inability to thread a needle, and my ignorance of "log cabin" and other quilting. Dock recognized something of the 6nme thing. Though it wns his own house, and though he was confessedly a "lady's man,"the number of them at the "bee," and the unqualifiedly dominant manner in which they took possession of the premises, tamed him somewhat; and he was content to retire with me to a quiet plane in the dining room, after the dinner things had been cleared away, and there tell me a story. "You know that Mrs. Hurney they introduced you to, a little bit ago," he said ; and I admitted that I remem bered her. 1 did in a way. Even as he spoke • the woman passed laughing through the room—large of figure, graceful, fair and handsome, with dancing eyes and a gracious presence, wherever she went. She had left her place at the blue quilt in the sitting room and joined herself to the circle sewing on red in the parlor. "Well," said Dock, "she's Belle, tho daughter of Chris Chaffee. You ought to remember Chris," Someway, far back in my boyhood memory, in the fair days when this was my home neighborhood and these people were familiar figures in life, there was a Chris Chaffee. I could re member little about him beyond his name, but that was clear enough. Thirty years may erase much, but memory holds to the names. Still I fancied Deck had something to say about the woman, and I told him I re membered. "That woman," he continued, "will be twenty-four next Thursday. That is, she was born on Thanksgiving night t twenty-four years ago. Tho day of the month changes every year, of course, but they always count Thanksgiving as her birthday. Yes, it was Chris's notion. He was an old i;enius, if you remember him. Wfll, ho was. "You know when Chria was a boy, nlong about fourteen years old, I reckon, he made his home at Grand ma Ellis's place. You know the farm. Big, old-fashioned frame house, tire places, and all that. Well, Grandma Ellis was one of the best housekeepers in the country ; made the best bread —hop-yeast bread, you know. And Fhe w.is a great sewer. When she was married her husband gave her a gold thimble. It made from aSo gold piece he earned driving cattle from Ohio to Baltimore long, long ago— before there were any railroads. "Of course she prized the thimble. Five dollars was a good deal of money then ; and, betides, it was a wedding present. She used it off and on all her life after that, and there wasn't a thing in the house she thought so much of. "It was Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving, and of course it was baking day. Wednesday was baking day just as much as Monday was wash day. Grandma had been sewing some buttons on Chris's jacket, and when she got it done she called him to put it on, and then she went out to get her hops and scald them and set her yeast. "She kept her hop 6, just as all the old housekeepers did those days, in a bag that would hold about half a bush el, and it hung in tho woodhnnso just outside tho kitchen door. Sho putin her hand, took up about the right quantity, shook it free from the loose, clinging hops, and put them in a quart cup and poured boiling water over them. "But the hop bag was pretty nearly empty, That made her think of the new crop. Chris had gathered them about a week before, and they wore ly ing spread out on tho end of the work bench in the woodhouse ; so she gath ered them up and put them in the hop bug. I suppose those old women never run out of hops. Tho supply : 'bt run out oy fall, but they are vays stocked up again. And the bag would last a lifetime. "Whilo she was setting her yeast pho told Chris togo and split some Kindling and get i fi »< l y f or » -.•in ber outdoor oven. Lord! I Sei thai old QV«u well. It was _ A DAT TO BE REMEMBERED. The Son—"Pa, what's that like that for? Looks like mourning." Old Man (with a shudder)—" Perhaps it is, my son, Your mother died on that day Inst year."—Truth. of brick, of course, and with an arohed roof, plastered and whitewashed, and she was proud of it. And she had a right to be, for the bread she made there was tho beet in the country. "Chris went to split the kindling and Grandma Ellis went back to her sewing; but she couldn't find her thim ble. No, sir ; she oouldn't find it any where, high nor low. That gold thim ble ! Why, it wouldn't have troubled her much more if the house had burned down. She could have lost all the cows or the horses, or could have borne a drought that destroyed tho crops. But that gold thimble, made from her husband's ®5 piece and pre sented to her on her wedding day! Why, it almost broke her heart. "Of course she crtiled Chris, but he said he hadn't seen it. She didn't liko to suspect him, but she conld hardly help it. And when she had lookod everywhere else made him come in, and she searched him; and ho cried and so did she. And they didn't have much fun out of that Thanksgiving Day. "Well, the neighbors heard of it, of course. They all knew of tho thimble, and they all said Chris might have taken it. Some of them said they al ways had heard he was light fingered. And ho loft Grandma Ellis along about holidays, and then the neighbors wero sure had taken the thimble. "But he didn't go out of the neigh borhood. He got another place to live, and ho worked there that winter and the next snmmer—worked there four or five years, I guess. He was a mighty good hand. My father used to say Chris was tho best cradler in West Township. Just before the war, when he was grown np, I heard a man say ono time if Chris Chaffee hadn't taken that gold thimble of Grandma Ellis's he would be a model citizen. Oh, yes; it stuck to him. It followed him. You see it's a serious thing in the country for a boy to get caught stealing anything. They never forget it. "Grandma Ellis was awful sorry. She always would say Chris was a steady boy, and willing, if there ever was one. And she would havo done anything for him. Lots of times she tried to be friends with him, but he THERE STOOD aiuiq>iu ELLI& was kind of shy. The neighbors told her she better leave him alono before she was any worse off." "He went into the army when the war broke out, and I guess he made a good soldier. Now and then letters came homo telling about the boys from Marshall County, and nearly al ways Chris was mentioned. When Brazil Bradley oame home on fur longh he said Chris was a good pen man, and he might have been an offi cer if it hadn't been for that gold thimble. He was a big, fine looking follow, but of course every one in the regiment knew about that, and it seemed to hurt his chances. "But he didn't complain. He just went on and seomed to think if he couldu't uudo that aot he could at j leas get along without repeating it. He was wounded one time and oame home on sick furlough and got several rc oruits to start back with him. But they left him just before they enlisted. Some one told them about the gold thimble, and tbey said they didn't wabt to have any thief pulling them around over the country. "When the war over Chris came back and bought a farm up here in th«r thick woods. It seems he had been saving his mouey all through th« time ho was in the service, and wh«u he came out he had svnethiutf. iie LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 22, 1895. boarded at Hi Bank's place and cleared up his land. And then he built a house there, and furnished it, and iolks joked him a good deal about a housekeeper; but he didn't seem to find a wife. Ho always said ho wasn't in a hurry, but we all know it was the women that wasn't in a hurry. "Of course he was respected and trusted and all that. His credit was good at any of the stores in town, and if he went bail on a note it was good anywhere. He was quiet and orderly and a good farmer ; and of course no one had anything but kind words for him. Only that old matter of the thimblo would keep coming up. You know a country neighborhood don't change very rapidly. And when a story fastens once on a man it hangs there as long as he lives. "I know he used to try and get bet ter acquainted with the women, but when one would go with him a timo or two sho would hear that story, and hear it from so many that she would quit him. And ho was thirty years old when he finally married. Oh, yes, he married right here in the neighbor hood, and a woman that had known him all her life. She know tho story as well as anyone else did. They made suro of that. But she said she didn't oare. Sho didn't believo it anyway. And they said sho had made her bed and she might lie in it. ••But I bet you there wasn't o wo man in West Township had a better homo than she had. Why, ho was a model husband. "And tho next yesr his baby was born—Belle, that's now Mrs. Harney in there. La I I've heard my mother tell time and ngain about that night. Mother was over at Chris's house, and so wero two or three other women. Tho baby was born Thanksgiving even ing,'about 5 o'tflock, and along about 8 my mother was sitting in front of the fire holding that fat little girl on her knees, and talking with the wo men about people being rich if they are born late in the month, when they heard the front gato open. You nl ways could hear that front gate at Chris Chaffee's house. "And the dog barked and the women sat still and listened, and they heard a stumbling walk along the path, and Chris got up from where he had been sitting by the head of his wife's bed, but before he could cross the room the door opened, and there stood Grand ma Ellis, with the gold thimble in her hand. "Yes, sir; that samo old gold thim ble that her husband had mAde from his $5 gold piece, and gave her on her wedding day. "She could scarcely speak. She had baked the day before, and had felt something hard in the hop bag. But then Bho had felt something har.l in the bottom of that bag for year?, and never thought anything of it. But this Thursday Thanksgiving Day—she had started to fill the bag with fresh hops, and had felt the hard substanoe again, and thought, while the bag was she would empty it entirely, and shako it out. Aud when sho shook it, down among the chips in tha woodhouse rolled thas old gold thimble. It had been fifteen years in the bottom of that bop bay. She had dropped it in there th it . before Thanksgiving, when sho had finished sowing buttons on Chris's jackot, and had gone to get hops for her bread." "What did Chris do?" said I. "Chris! Why when be saw what it WAP, and knc.v buv mujU tiuding it nivaut to UraU'Jun Etlis, he just yutb- ered her up in hie arms and carried her to a chair, and told her to never mind; he knew she would find it some time." "But it is a good long walk from the Grandma Ellis place down to Chris Chaffee's farm, isn't it?" said I. "Seven mile," said Dock. "You see she found it along late in the af ternoon. Grandpa Ellis had been dead a good many years, and she was hiring a man to work the place for her, and site couldn't leave home till she had got his supper. And he didn't want the horses togo out till next morning, because he had been haul _ng wood all doy. He offered to take '"he thimble to Chaffee's for her, but the wouldn't let him. She said she must take it herself. She never could eat or sleep till she did. But she was crying a good deal, and ho thought she would put it off till daylight, and then ho would give her a horse. "But she couldn't wait, and after supper she started out and walked every step of that seven mile3, and cried herself to sleep in the spare bed at Chris's honse and slept there till next morning. She didn't livo long after that—four or five years—but she worried over the thimble till she died. I guess she left Chris some money, but I don't think he has ever used it. Ho had all he wanted when they took that stain from his lip. They elected him township trustee the next year. YOB, I guess he was trustee when ho died, when Belle, here, was pretty near a young woman." "Well, we're done with the red quilt," called a cheery-voice from the parlor, and here came Mrs. Harney- Belle Chaffee that wa9, with fair blonde face and laughing eyes, and lips ljke cherries, and a large, fine figure, with a grace of movement and a charm of speech that are rare among women. "Where's your cat, Dock?" she de manded, brimming with mischief. "Wo must toss the cat in the red quilt. It wouldn't be a complete quilting if we didn't toss the cat." "I'll get the cat if you'll show mo your thimble," said Dock. And slio handed him a rather largo but thin and much worn thimble, made of gold and marked on the inner rim with shallow traces of what had once been tho inscription : "Wedding gift —Ella Ellis—lß4s." She looked in my eyes and know I had heard her father's story. And she took the thimble again and said : "It was my birthday present from Grandma Ellis Thanksgiving night— oh, ever so many years ago." And then sho carried her smile and her laugh and her gracious presence among tho women again—a perpetual Thanksgiving wherever she went. The American Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving is purely an Ameri can holiday, original in conception and growing from a small beginning until it has reached the dignity of a National event. Its first celebration was by the Plymouth colony in 1(121 —those sturdy pioneers whose piety was as pronounced as their pluck, who honored themselves by houoring their Deity. Tho custom soon became more general, spreading over all the New England States. After tho revolution it gradually extended to the Middle States and later to the We3t, growing more slowly in the South. In 1863 Lincoln forever established it in the list of holidays by proclaiming a day of Thanksgiviug, his action being promptly followed by the individual proclamation of the Governors of tho Htatos, who named tho same day. Since then, by common consent, the tirst announcement of the day is found in the President's proclamation, and the day so named is also named by the ) States. j In many ways Thanksgiving is one ;of our most delightful events. It i comes at a time when the rigors of I winter aro not yet at hand. We have at our disposal all the varied products of the soil, and the time for a season of partial rest for the farmer is at hand. One of tho most delightful features, which has become qnite general, is the gathering together under tho old rooftree of all the scattered sons and daughters on this day. Two, three and sometimes four generations thus meet around the festive and hospitable table of the old homestead, and thus fraternal ties are strengthened and tilial piety encouraged. Another and not less commendable .feature of this holiday is a practical benevolence which has become very notable. Poor people, to whom good dinner is a rarity, are hunted out, and in an unostentatious way are helped to properly observe the day, so far as its festive features are con cerned. The sick and Buffering are remembered in various ways. The homeless are, for tho day, made mem bers of some hospitable household, where they can join in the pleasures. Altogether, this is perhaps its best feature. There is nc pleasure so last ing, none which affords such real joy, as that which comes to .us from the knowledge that we have done a real kindness to some of the suffering children of earth—in some way alleviated their sorrows or eased their pains. Last, but not, least, the devotional spirit which is the impelling motive of tho day, is encouraged and devel oped, we learn to be more contented with our lot. thankful for what we have nnd hopeful for the futuro.— American Agriculturist. Thanksgiving Day Exercise. Perley—"Hullo, Jinx! going to take Thanksgiving Day off?" Jinx —"Yes. Going to devote it to athletics." Perloy—"Good. What kind? Golf or football?" .Tinx —"Neither. I going to carve atui-AiyJ r.r-i' l m v-clf, for ten people, l iicr 's i.".ut'otsr lor you ?' - -Hurpai Uiuu:. F THE TURKEY'S IAMEITT. I wish I wns a littlo mouse, 1 do not caro how tiny: I wish I was a little cloud, I maid (tot MM how cu rk " I wish 1 was a horse, a cow, A katydid, so shiny; Oh, nnything this time of year Except a healthy turkey! Thanksgiving. In what penury, what hardship, what sense of exile, what darkness o' bereavement, what dependence upoc tho Divine hand aud gratitude for its bounty, wero the earliest Thanksgiv ings kept! The story 'of the Plymouth colony can never bo too often recalled by Americans. For uncomplaining fortitude, for sturdy endurance, for strength that knew no faltering, for splendid faith and undaunted heroism, that story has no equal on the page of history. Many delicate women died in those first years, but we never read that they weakened in courage while they lived. Theirs was the underly ing might of a purpose which had its root in principles; and whoever may celebrate the Pilgrim Fathers, women should forever keep green tho mem ory of the heroic Pilgrim Mothers. We like to think of the group which assembled at those Puritan dinner ta bles in those far away days. The harvests wero reaped; the churches and the school-houses wore bailt; tho children wero brought up in the fear of Go3. In the cold meeting house OP> the top of tho nearest hill there had been a long service, prayers, psalms, sermons, and all of a 'generous prodi gality of time to which we in our re ligious services of to-day are strang ers. Then came the unbending, the lavish dinner, tho frolic of the little ones, tho talk beside the fire, when the parents drew upon the reminis cences of fair England, or of Holland by the sea. Many a trothplight was spoken in the twilight of Thanksgiving Day. Youths and maidens then, as youths and maidens still, met and fell in love. Tho beautiful story which never grows old was told by the i.rdent suitor to the blushing girl in the Puritan home, as :'n our households yet. " Long was the good man's sermon, But it seemed not so to me, For ho spake of Ruth tho beautiful, And then 1 thought of thee." After all, the world changes little in essentials as timo passes. The girl will wear her blue or her orange a few days later this year, but on Thanks giving day, as on nil Days, her lover will find his sunshine in her eyes, and her favor will be his highest incentive to manliness and nobility.—Harper's Bazar. A Thanksgiving Uame. The game proceeds after this fashion: A map is held by tho judge, usually a grown person, or ail older child ; then, two children are chosen and placed in separate corners.^ Says the judge: '.Now, Carrie, you represent New York in that corner, and Richard, you are in Moscow, im prisoned ; you want to get away and reach home by Thanksgiving Day. You have got from behind the walls— but what is your directest routo home?" Then Richard has to tell each sea, country and ocean he crosses to get home for tho turkey and cranberry sauce. If he can't do it successfully, he must remain right on the spot oa the floor where ho stoppod until he thinks out his escape. Other members of the gamo are placed in prison at various parts of tho country. The favorite jails are now located in China and Japan on account of the interest in the war. A leading question is "if you wero put in a Yokohama prison, how would yon get baok to Pekin?" Soon tho room becomes filled -with prisoners, all trying to get home ; half of them aro '"stalled" in tho center trying to think of the boundary line which brings freedom, others are just leaving the prison walls. When the game has been played frequently, those who join in get very familiar with the junction of countries and learn mauy straight lines and olever jumps that had not appeared feasible before. For those who are not quite conversant with geography, easy tasks are given ; for iustanoe, to be placed in a Paris prison and find their home to Boston. Some large games aro to be ar ranged for Thanksgiving parties with favors for those who como out of threo prisons successfully. Turkey. Tho day of fens rjl ing draweth nigh, And sc.ores of -L urkeys soon must die. Oct one that's yo IT jig and sweet and fat. And stuff It 112 I J 11 of this and that. With fruits and be I > rios sauces mako And add prese IV vesund pies and cakes. Ask friends and I/" indrad all to come And spend Than Xv spiving at your home. Let not tho car s of life distress, But All each gu JjJ st-with happiness. Revive tho jo 'XT sof youthful days, And for th 1. blessings offer prniso. Seasonable Aid. "I would liko to make your inst hours comfortable," remarked tho Humorous Mali to tho Thanksgiving Turkey; "what can I do for you?" 'Thanks, awfully," auswerod the Thanksgiving Turkey; "if you will iiimiih t.liu chestnuts, I'll do the v-jt. Detroit Jfreo Press. Terms—sl.oo in Advance; 51.25 after Three Months. HOW BRADFORD BOOM 3. SENDING US 6447 I'ER OK NT. MURK WOOIJUN (iOODS THAN A YEAR AGO. "Good Weavers Wanted Within" the British Factories—The Actual Effects of Free Trade In Wool- Trade Records Broken in a For eign Industrial Center. BRADFORD, England, Oct. 25, 1895. What brag and bluster tho English publio is treated to all over the bless ings the Qorman tariff has brought to our Bradford trade. One can soarcely open his morning news paper or have a chat at a street cor ner' with a Worstedopolis business man, but the topic of conversation naturally turns to the great doings at present in Bradford, and to tho lino "brass" making times many of them are enjoying. Yes, this is a "record" making time in the annals of of the woolen and worsted trade of York shire. and everyone admits it is "Yan kee" enterprise, push and go that is doing the lot. Sach a thing as being "hard up" for orders is altogether out of the question, as many are so "bummed" up with them that flaring advertisements are to be seen in many a factory office window reading, "Good weavers wanted within." What in reality has this new tariff already done for Bradford alone? Let Claude Meeker's published returns an swer that important question. The following figures show the exports for the first eight months in each of the years named: £ s d 1895 3.830,852 10 1 1894 751,052 0 0 1893 1,720,985 13 2 1892 1,748,315 5 3 1891 '.....1.561,538 15 > 1890 3,098.833 8 0 1889 3,121.201 3 10 1888 2,075.555 10 (i 1887 2.217,961 i 8 If you like, there is a marked dif ference between the years '9l, '92, '93 and '94. Yes, that was McKinley's reign, when Bradford felt thrown onto its "beam ends," and when meu wero at their wits' ends to know how to keep their spindles going and their looms picking. However, while therq is to-day much fragrance and sweet smell among the factories of York shire, the time is looming in the near future when there shall be emitted from the domestic factory frankincense and mvrrh to brightan the lives of those who now may feel to be the vic tims of fear and despondency. The following figures show the in creased percentages of exports for twelve months from the Bradford dis trict to the United States: BNOLISU EXroltTH OF WOOI.EN GOODS. Per cent, of Por cent, of increase 1895 increase 1895 over 1893. over 1894. Worsted coating 207.00 437.00 Stuffs .• 69.00 270.00 Wool 294.00 587.00 Woolen goods 1409.00 6417.00 Worsted and mohair varns 192.00 320.00 Wool tops ■••• Carpets and rugs 64.01 813.00 Sundries....... ..... 33.00 150.00 This is the actual result of our free trade in raw wool. Our woolen manu facturers were, promised that, with free wool, they would be enabled not only to control the American market but also to capture the trade in woolen manufactures in the markets of the world. The result, however, is that one litt'e woolen manufacturing dis trict in England is capturiug the en tire woolen trade of the United States. The breach in our wall of protection is proving quite fatal both to tho pro ducers of raw wool aud of woolen goods. YANKEE. Cur Shoddy Tariff. Statistics contiuuo to multiply de monstrating tho bad effect of tho new tariff law upon the Americau wool in dustry. We notice some of the Demo cratic papers are trying tom iko capi tal by pointing to the woolen mills ra cently started up and some increase in the machinery. It is wsll to note in this connection, however, that the im portation of sho.ldy has increased IQUO per cent, since tho MoKinley bill was repealed. This is n most extraordin ary increase aud accouuts iu a largo measure for the of the business of woolen factories, fn order to compete with the imported articles the American manufacturers are com pelled to resort to the use of shoddy in much laiger quantities than ever before. The people who buy aud wear the woolen goods will, of course, be tho sufferers; meanwhile the farmer is not getting tho price for wool that he formerly received and his flocks are decreasing. Hagersto.vn (Md.) Herald and Torchlijht. Will Be lit Uroat Demand. The New York authorities, in view of the great demand for asphalt road way?, are perplexed as to what dispo sition to make of the basalt blocks now in use. The solution is very easy. If the present Wilson-Gorman Demo cratic tariff should long continue at the present increasing magnitude of the imports aud the decreasing rate of exports they cau be U9ed for ballast for steamers going to Europe.—Sinj Sing (N. Y.) Republican. Another Free Trado Trust. In spite of the faot that tho duties on window glass have been reduced nearly one-half by the provisions of the new tariff, the manufacturers have formed a trust. The trust has already advanced prices nearly 18 per cent., and another advance of 5 per cent, is likely to follow. What becomes of the argument that a protective tariff fosters trusts, and that a revision of duties according to Democratic ideas would be a death blow to sttoh com'ji* nations?-~Troy (N. Y.) Times. NO. 7. Free Wool and Free Trado. The wool clip lias been deoreased a hundred million pounds and the price of the clip has been lowered from 7 to 27} cents. Still some papers as sure us that tariff reform is an excel lent thing for this industry. It is one of the few artioles, in fact, the only prominent one, which has had the al leged benefit of a full Democratio tariff. Wool was placed on the free list. There is not a cent of duty left on it. It is under a strictly Democratic tariff. Nearly all the other artioles that are from time to time cited in the news papers have some portion of the old protective duty left standing to their benefit. It should be borno in mind that the Wilson bill is not a Demo cratic tariff. It is simply an amascu lated Republican tariff. It was a botched Republican tariff when it oame from the House. In the Senate Mr. Gorman and his associates added over 600 amendment?, most of which were protective amendments, for Mary land has many factories to protect. In this way the Democratic party is now defending duties which are two-thirda at least Republican, only thoy nre un evenly distributed, favoring certain seotional industries. But in the case of wool the Democratio party had tho courage of its conviotions and took off the whole duty. The wool dip [under the MoKinley law amounted to 364,- 000,000 pounds. This year it is reduced to 204,000,000. At the same time the price was reduced from 7 to 27 J cents, depending upon the grade of wool.— lowa State Register. Dcinocrals Deceive the Women. "The economical woman is not 'in it' nowadays, at least so far as clothes are concerned. Such diplomacies as makeshifts are no longer possible in dress. The teat of making a little go a long way has practically becom3 ex tinct. Unless provided with a very long tether indeed, 'making two ends meet' has become almost a lost art. It really seems as though fashion and tha dry goods merchants were in league against tho noble army of women of moderate means."—New York Even ing Sun. This, from a Democratic paper, is far from being in accord with the promises made to shopping women, in 1892, that the repeal of the MoKinley tariff would be followed by cheaper goods and lower prices. The dream of shoppers that one free trade dollar would be equal to two protection dol lars is sadly shattered by this cold statement of dry facts. \Vomen will be forced to believe that a free trado promise is more fragile than their own pie crust, llow about Hie poor wom.- ing girl who was to got her clothes HO cheap? "The economical woman is not 'in it' nowadays." The Democrats have deceived her. More Cotton Coining. I if/ 4 I Won't Work Their Way. Exports are growing smaller and imports are increasing. The consump tion of foreign wool is increasing and that of domestic wool is declining. Larger quantities of dry goods are be ing brought into the country from foreign lau.ls, and fewer domestic dry goods are being manufactured iu tho United States. These are some of the re sults of tho Wilson tnrirt bill, which was to have increased exports of American manufactured articles and thus pro mote the prosperity oC the country.— San Fmucisco Chronicle. The Price ol Wheat. The wheat crap of 1393, as giveu by Dornbusch's list, was 305,793,000 quarters. This is less thin 5,000,000 quarters larger than the world's wheat crop of 1892. On July 1, 1892. tho price ot wheat iu New York was So£ cents, but on July 1, 1895, tho prioj was only 73} cents, a decrease of 15} cents a bushel. Does the iucroase of 1} per cent, in the world's wheat crop between tho two periods account for the decrcuso of 18 per cent, iu tho value of wheat within tho saino period? CANADIANS FLOCKING HERE. Depopulation of the Dominion a Liberal Issue lit I'olttlc*. Tim great exotus of Canadians to tho United States is one of the strong cards tho Liberal party is using against tha Govern ment. The depopulating of Quobea Province is assuming alarming proportions. Within the last few weeks a large number ot families have left Quebec City and the county of Levis for tha United Stata<. lteports from Atba bascavllle state that scarcely a week passes that from forty to fifty persons from that district do not take thjir departure for tha American side. Letters from tho North Shore report an exceedingly bad season's fishing, with every prospect of great distress on the coast this winter and an extensivo emigration to lh.< United States. I __ She Voted In Ku(l»nil. A woman named Butler is the first of fier to vote .".t a general election In England. Her name w is put by mistake on the voting list at Barrow, nu I the presiding officer at the polls hot I that lie had n j authority to in quire into hoi' s«s when the natno was once on the list.