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.
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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.
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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.