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If they have no flirtations In China,
what null holidays they must have!
If Nikola Tesla could only find
somebody wlio would actually do the
things he announces from time to time
as feasible he would l-auk high as
an Inventor.
With the universal use of electric
light Instead of oil, gas and candles,
an English statistician calculates that
the United Kingdom would have
40,000 less deaths annually.
The reappearance of brigands near
Rome ought to have tlie effect of stim
ulating interest in foreign travel. A
spice of danger Is always very much
appreciated by the globe-trotter.
The Mexican census, recently com
pleted, shows a total population of
12,491,573, over two-thirds of whom
nre illiterate. Over eighty per cent, of
the population is of mixed or Indian
blood.
Light is thrown on the source of
China's war supplies by the Berlin re
port that Germany's exports of war
materials to China last year aggregat
ed 8,150,000 marks, as against 3,400,-
000 marks for 1898.
War is the great modern teacher of
geography, remarks the Montreal Ga
zette. Two years ago we learned all
about the Philippines, Cuba and Porto
Rico. Then followed a thorough
course in South Africa. China is ap
parently next upon the list.
The Omaha World-Herald approves
a course of culinary instruction ID
Eastern vacation schools, and remarks:
"Young women who are forced by
present economic conditions in wages
to earn their own livelihood could not
prepare themselves for a more useful
womanly calling than that of a thor
ough housekeeper and cook "
English is henceforth the official
court language in Hawaii. Judge
Humphreys, of Honolulu, recently
ruled out as inadequate a court notice
printed in a Portuguese paper, and
promulgated a rule that thereafter all
proceedings of any and every kind
whatsoever, and all advertisements,
notices, etc., should be in the English
language.
The tudden death of Collis P. Hunt
ington, in his Adirondack camp, re
moves one of the most conspicuous,
masterful and picturesque figures of
his time. Mr. Huntington was almost
the last of the great railroad builders
of the country who, during the pre
ceding generation, carried westward
the lines of trans-continental commu
nication that converted the plains, the
mountains and the Pacific slope Into
thriving and populous States.
No child was ever hurt by being
taught to obey and by occasionally
"coming up against" rules and laws
and learning that they must be re
spected. He is best served by being
allowed to come up naturally aad sim
ply and healthfully; not too much
controlled cr guided, but gaining con
tinually by contact with the unfamil
iar, which arouses independent thought.
In these days of "machine-made"
children a little wholesome individu
ality is as rare ns it is charming.
Above all we ought not to develop a
lot c- wea'.:-minoed, selfish, self-indul
gent children to grow up iuto incapable
men and women.
Evolution of the Tomato.
It was once thought that the tomato
was a rank poison, a disturber of the
mind and a sure route to the insane hos
pital. It was originally called a "love
apple" and was grown in pots and in
gardens as a pretty plant, to satisfy the
eye. but to lie denied the tongue on
peril of life. The evolution in public
taste and opinion has been wonderful,
and now the tomato, while it has been
degraded by being taken from the flower
garden to the back lot, has become
an item of great agricultural value-
Chicago News.
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|j£ BY ANNIE HAMILTON DONNELL. )&
IT'S only a cold," Aunt Faltli said,
cheerily, bustling into the sitting
room with a bowl of something
that steamed and was good to
smell. "I've made her some moss tea.
with plenty of lemon in it. She'll
come out all right. I've put her to
bed. But, Richard "
Aunt Faith paused and waved her
spoon toward her brother. Her pleas
ant face was as stern as it could be.
"I think it was time for me to come,
the way you've been letting that child
go round without rubbers all night
long, and eat chocolates on rainy
days!"
In moments of mild excitement
Aunt Faith's modifying clauses were
apt to be annexed to the wrong words.
"I found one under her pillow this
morning!" she ndded, severely.
"Eh 7 Oh, chocolates—is it worse
to eat 'em rainy days?" Richard Pyle
asked, with meek humor. "You see,
Faith, the child is fond of chocolates,
and she isn't of rubbers. What are
you going to do?"
"I know what I'm going to do,"
Aunt Faitli said, briskly. She crossed
the room and prodded the big man
in the rocker affectionately with her
teaspoon. "You're a man—that's your
only fault, Richard. A man can't
bring up a girl—it was time for me
to come!"
Aunt Faith had sighed a little unob
trusively whenever she thought of her
trim garden-girdled home, which she
had left lor this big city house, set
in the midst of noises and dust and
confusion. But now, with something
to do, she hurried cheerfully away
to Faith ll.'s room.
"Yes. dear, here I come!" she called.
"And I'm going to steep you and toast
you and cure you in the blink of a
cat's eye! Drink this nice hot tea—
don't tell me it isn't delicious!"
"Why, it is!" murmured little Faith
in surprise—Faith 11., they called iter
when Aunt Faith was about. The
girl was flushed and feverish and her
voice choked hoarsely. It was good
to be tucked up and mothered, and
she submitted readily. In a little
while she was asleep.
"Richard," Aunt Faith said, abrupt
ly, when she was in the sitting room
ngain, with her work, "what do you
know about Barry Lincoln?"
"Eh? Barry Lincoln?"
"Yes, Barry, not Abraham. As fai
ns I can make out, lie's a boy. But
I want to know something more than
that."
The big rocker stopped creaking.
"What in the world!" the man cried,
gazing across the table at Aunt Faith's
placid face.
"I want to know all about him,
that's what. Faith is a good deal ex
ercised because she won't be able to
go to the next lecture with him. I'm
exorcised, too. She says he's certain
to invite her. She's been to all the
rest with him, Richard."
"Has she? Yes, I guess it was Bar
ry—l'd forgotten. The little witch lias
so many strings to her bow! She
queens it over the whole school down
there at Number Eleven."
"But you didn't introduce me to
Barry Lincoln," Aunt Faith persisted.
"Tell me all about him. Who's Ills
father. Who's he? Is he a gentle
man, Richard?"
"Barry? Why, I suppose so—of
course! He's Ned Lincoln's boy—ought
to be a gentleman. Ned's up to the
ninrk. I never spoke half n dozen
words to the youngster himself."
"You mean you never really knew
whether or not he was the right boy
to take Faith to lectures? And yet
you let him do it! Well, It was time
for me to come!" Aunt Faith said.
The fourth lecture in the art course
downtown was to be delivered on
Wednesday evening. On Tuesday
Aunt Faith answered the postman's
whistle on her way up to Faith ll.'s
room with her gruel. There was one
letter among the papers.
"Miss Faitli Margaret Pyle," Aunt
Faith read aloud. It was her own
name, and although she did not recog
nize the handwriting, she opened the
letter in all honesty. "Why, bless
me!"
She read the carefully-penned, clab
orntely-quirled little note through be
fore she fully understood that it must
have been intended for her niece.
"Bless me!" she cried, softly. Then
she set down her gruel bowl and put
on her thinking cap.
Twice, three times Aunt Faitli nod
ded over her thoughts, and a queer
little pair of twin twinkles crept iuto
her eyes.
"I think I'll—do it!" she announced
to herself presently. "I think—l will.
I'm Miss Faith Margaret Pyle; why
should not I?"
She started back to the kitchen to
heat the cooled gruel. Half-way down
the basement stairway she spoke
again, as if in self-justification.
"It won't make a mite of difference
to Faitlile—not a mite. She's too sick,
anyway. And it's time somebody
found out things."
On Wednesday evening Aunt Faitli
j went to Faith ll.'s room to bid her
good-by. She was shawled and bon
[ noted, and she held out one hand to
! have its black kid glove buttoned.
"You feel better to-night, don't you,
dear? Some people are good doctors!"
she smiled.
Faith 11. twisted her face into a
plaintive smile: "I might just as well
be sick In bed for all the good It does
to-night. If I was as well as the
Queen of Sheba I couldn't go to the
lecture."
Aunt Faith's conscience pricked her,
but she rose above the pain splendid
ly-
"l'll come in when I get home and
re-lecture it—you wait," she laughed,'
cheerfully. "You've never heard your
Aunt Faith Margaret lecture! Now,
good night—give me one more kiss.
Be a good girl."
"Good night, auntie. I'm glad you're
going, anyway. It's next best—why,
it's going myself!" Faith cried, more
brightly. "We're both Faith Mar
garets, you know! Is father going to
take you';"
"Your father? N-no,but I shall have
good company. I will tell you all
about it when I get home."
"I hope it will be good company,"
she amended, out in the hall. She
went on down the stairs, trembling
a little—Aunt Faith was a shy wom
an—but strong in her determination
to "find out things."
Barry was waiting in the big, dim
parlor. He came forward eagerly at
the sound of steps. The vision of old
fashioned Aunt Faith in the door
way occasioned a hasty retreat to his
chair again.
"I—thought it. was Miss Faith," he
stumbled, apologetically.
"Well, it is!" smiled Aunt Faith.
"I'm Miss Faitii. Have I kept you
waiting long? I didu't mean to, but
it takes old people a good while to
move, you know—or you don't know,
but you will when it's your turn."
Site had followed up his retreat and
was holding out her hand to him.
There was no possible chance for him
to ignore it.
"How kind It was in you to come
for me!" she cried. "If you hadn't I
should have missed the lecture, for
my brother Richard is no good at all
as an escort. Hear uie; I should say
not! When he gets buried in his three
dailies, that's the end of him! Ought
we to he starting? Then I'll have to
ask you to button my glove. Faith
11. buttoned the other. If she wasn't
sick. I should ask you if you wou'd
be willing for her to go with us."
Naughty Aunt Faith! If her con
science pricked, it did not keep her
gray eyes from twinkling. She
watched the boy covertly as he fum
bled with Iter glove.
"Poor boy!" site thought. "I'm sorry
for you!"
Barry Lincoln was sorry for him
self. Little by little, as Aunt Faith's
bright voice ran on, the puzzle of
things had untangled itself. Now ho
understood. He remembered Faith's
speaking of her namesake aunt. There
were two Miss Faith Margaret Pyles,
and this was the wrong one, standing
here having her black glove buttoned.
"She's got the letter and thought it
was for her. She expects to go to the
lecture with me—she'll be disappoint
ed!" his thoughts went along swiftly.
"She's a little sort of old-Faith said
she lived in the country. There aren't
any lectures to go in the country. And
besides, it would embarrass her dread
fully to find out her mistake. Well,
Barry Lincoln, you're In it up to your
chin, my hoy! What are you going
to do about it?"
He answered ids own Question
promptly. To his niiud there was only
the one tiling to do. He took out his
watch.
"Yes. we ought to he starting," he
said. "It's quite a long way to the
hall."
They were going out of the house
and through the vestibule. The steps
outside were a little slippery, and Bar
ry offered his arm, politely. That was
Aunt Faith's first entry In the hook
of her remembrances, and she entered
it on the credit side,
"Offered his arm instead of taking
mine—good!" she thought.
"There's a red car coming. Shall
we take it. Miss Faith?"
"Oh, no. Why not walk, if there's
time? Did you think aunts were rather
decrepit? IVell. that's another tiling
j'ou'll find out wlien "
"When it's my turn to be an aunt,"
laughed Barry, in spite of himself;
Aunt Faith laughed, too.
Aunt Faith was little, and Barry
Lincoln wasn't. He was short-stop
on the high school nine, and measured
—in his stockings—five feet eleven. He
tried to diminish his long strides to
the measure of Aunt Faith's steps, but
it was only occasionally he could bring
it about. Aunt Faith's black silk bon
net bobbed up and down beside him
cheerfully. Barry remembered his
own inches all the way down the
lighted street without intermission.
"It's a little up-hilly,isn't it?" gasped
Aunt I aitli, gently. Tiny spots of
color blossomed out in her thin brown
cheeks. Do you know—but you don't
know—it's a great treat for country
people to be going out like this, with
the night lighted up as if it was day?
There's just one lamp-post at home,
and the last time that was lighted
was when Grant was elected the first
time. I know, for I got up on Abner
Toothaelier's step-ladder and lighted
it myself—and fell off."
Aunt Faith smiled up into the boy's
sober face.
"I never forgave Mr. Grant that,"
she said, "not until he died."
The streets were alive with people,
a good many of whom seemed to be
going the way of Aunt Faith and Bar
ry. Now and then a boy among them
lifted ills <llll ns lie nodded to Barry.
Aunt Faith suffered from an attack
of conscience.
"Faith Margaret Pyle, I guess you're
a sinner!" she communed with herself,
sternly. "You feel dreadfully guilty
for a saint!"
"Hero we are!" Barry said, sudden
ly, as they rounded a corner and came
into the glare of the entrance lights.
He pulled himself together sturdily,
and accosted one of the boy ushers at
the door.
"A good seat, Tad, well op," he
whispered. "They say the lecturer
talk 3 low, and we want to hear."
"Sure. There's two so ts with Judge
Pullen's family—wait. There's room
for two in with your people, Barry.
Come along."
The brown, square face of Barry
Lincoln reddened in spite of itself.
It was far up the isle, and Aunt Faith,
bobbing along beside him, took things
in such a leisurely way! The trip
seemed interminable, and its terminus
was not reassuring.
"I'm in for it now!" thought poor
Barry. "There's father and the girls,
big as life, and Tad's steering for
'em. And there's Aunt Jess in the
seat behind."
"There!" beamed the boy uslier.
"You'd have lost that seat in another
minute!"
He leaned over Barry an instant, as
lie settled himself down beside little
Aunt Faith. "Got a new girl, eh?"
he breathed in ids ear.
The Lincoln girls were stately and
perfectly apparelled. Aunt Faith's
figure retired into gentle insignificance
beside them, and the other aunt be
hind regarded her speculatively.
"Who's Barry picked up now? Some
body witli a sweet face," she thought.
"Likely as not he went after little
Faitliie Pyle, and rang the wrong
door-bell—it takes a Lincoln to be ab
sent-minded!"
But Barry's mind was not "absent;"
it was present with him all through
the long lecture. He was painfully
conscious of a good many things—that
his terrible great shoulders loomed
above Aunt Faith's Taisley shawl;
that numberless pairs of eyes regard
ed him curiously, and flint in a good
many of them lurked smiles. He was
conscious that Aunt Faith's neat black
silk bonnet had careened a little on
her soft gray hair, and that Aunt
Faith's face—but that was after
ward, when he had recovered his men
tal equilibrium somewhat—was keen
ly alive witli interest and pleasure.
It was when Barry discovered this
that he quietly resigned himself to cir
cumstances.
"She's enjoying it," he thought. "It's
a regular treat to her. In the coun
try probably they don't have lectures.
I'm glad now I didn't explain about
the letter. A fellow couldn't do a
thing like that, anyhow. He's bound
to stick it out."
After the lecture Barry introduced
the girls and Aunt Jess, and then they
fell into the current of outgoing hu
manity, and drifted out upon it. It
was ten o'clock when Aunt Faith got
home. She stood in the doorway and
held out her hand to the boy.
"You have given an old woman a
very pleasant evening," she said, smil
ing. "I hope somebody will do 'even
so' unto you when you're—an old
woman! Good night, and thank you!"
"Good night," Barry said, but down
the steps Aunt Faith's voice halted
him again.
"There's a whole Pyle of Faith Mar
garets, you know, and I hope the right
one will go to the next lecture and
have just the kind of evening I've
bad!" she called, softly.
Indoors, Faith 11. was asleep. In
the sitting-room Richard Pyle was just
rounding off his last newspaper. He
looked up in surprise when Aunt Faith
came in.
"Where in the world!" he exclaimed,
noting her shawl and bonnet.
" I've been to the lecture, sir,' she
said," laughed Aunt Faith.
"Alone?"
"Well, you didn't go with me—what
could I do? If yonr h .-her buries
himself in newspapers, there you are!
You've cither got to go lectureless to
bed or—do as I did."
She was rolling her bonnet-strings,
and stopped to glance over at him,
humorously.
"No, I didn't go alone, Richard. I
went Willi a gentleman, she said, with
quiet emphasis.
At Faith ll.'s bedside, she stooped
to kiss the sweet girl face among the
pillows. It stirred in sleep.
"You'll have to forgive me—you and
the boy. I had to find out," she mur
mured. "But I'll never do it again—
I won't have to!" Youth's Compan
ion.
A Queer Combination.
The boys of Columbus, especially
those who live In the neighborhood
of the Deaf and Dumb Asylum, have
fought and played with the inmates
of the same for so many years that
it is no uncommon thing for them to
be almost as familiar with the sign
language as though compelled to use
it. So there was nothing unusual in
the sight the other day of a boy who
was asking some questions verbally
of a companion and then telegraphing
his answers with his fingers to a deaf
mute over in the grounds. A country
woman, who was passing, however,
stared at him nonplused for a mo
ment, and then, catching her daugh
ter's arm, exclaimed: "Oh, look, Mary
Jane! Look: There's a deaf nnd dumb
boy and a common person all in one!"
—Ohio State Journal.
A Church Tower In a Tree.
Washington is a State of unusual
things. Among them is the old church
tower at "Old Town," in the city of
Taeoma, which was the happy thought
of some of the old settlers, who built
an Episcopal church beside a large
fir tree nnd used the trunk of the tree
for a Dell tower. The rings show the
tree to have been over 500 years old
at the time when it was utilized in
this unique' manner, and that was
thirty yeare ago.
fII'KINLEY IS QUOTED.
THE NOBLEST ACT OF HIS
POLITICAL CAREER
IVas Whn He Voted for Free Sliver
Coinage In Congress to Pass Over
Veto Power of President Hayes—ltlch
ardson Digs op History.
The following extract is taken from
Congressman Richardson's speech at
Indianapolis:
"My Republican witness says: 'I
am for the largest use of silver in the
currency of this country. I would not
dishonor it. I would give it equal
credit and honor with gold. I would
make no discrimination. I would util
ize botu metals as money and discredit
neither. I want the double standard.'
"These be potent words. They were
fitly spoken and are like apples of
gold in pictures of silver. They are
clear and unmistakable in their mean
ing. Now, my Republican friends,
you who are engaged in the con
demned business of worshiping the
golden calf, what orator and states
man do you suppose made that forci
ble declaration in favor of silver
which I have just quoted? It wasn't
Silver Dick Bland—God bless him. It
Wasn't William J. Bryan, the peer
less leader of the Democratic hosts.
It was no Democrat, no Populist. It
was a man whom you delight to hon
or. Don't all fall off your seats in a
fit of apoplexy when I tell you his
name. It was the head man of the
Republican pie counter, William Mc-
Kinley, president of the United States,
and now running for re-election on a
gold standard platform after signing
a gold standard bill. He is the man
who said it. He said it on the floor
of the American congress. It Is so
printed in The Record. You can't
deny it. Those words were spoken by
William McKlnley, your idol, with
front of brass and feet of clay, spoken
by him when he was yet free and be
fore he had fallen under the malign
influence of Mark Hanna and his foul
crew of political buccaneers. What's
more, McKinley. in addition to speak
ing in favor of silver, voted for it and
voted for the original Bland silver
bill, which was a bill for the free and
unlimited coinage of gold and silver
at 16 to 1. He voted for the Bland bill
with the Allison amendments, and
when Rutherford B. Hayes vetoed the
Bland-Allison bill, William McKinley
voted to pass it over the Hayes veto,
which was the noblest act of his pub
lic career."
WEBSTER DAVIS.
The Peoria Journal extends its con
dolence to Webster Davis and says he
is laboring under a serious disadvan
tage. The Journal says:
"Just as he has abandoned his old
party in order to come out as the
champion of the Boers, the people of
this country seem to have lost most
of their interest in the war in South
Africa. It is too bad, of course, but
it cannot be helped. Mr. Davis is dis
covering that he made a mistake,
and this discovery will keep growing
on him."
Webster Davis has made no mistake
and he knows it. He performed the
grandest act of his whole life, when
he abandoned the fleshpots of Egypt
and bravely took his stand on the side
of God's people in South Africa, so
cruelly oppressed.
Nor is it true that the people of the
United States have lost interest in the
Boers' brave struggle for liberty.
That war is still watched with anx
ious solicitude by millions of Ameri
cans and the success of De Wet and
Botha still brings gladness to the
hearts of our people.
Webster Davis has lost nothing and
gained much. Few men are so highly
honored—great crowds follow in hi 6
footsteps—they want to see the pa
triot that abandoned high office for
the sake of principle and the masses
flock to him like doves to the windows.
He is going to support Bryan because
he thinks it will help his friends, the
fightine farmers of South Africa.
Mr. Davis has maae no mistake. He
has done a wise and a glorious thing.
H\j has embalmed his memory forever
in the hearts of liberty loving men.
CANNOT SUPPORT M'KINLEY.
Captain Patrick O'Farrell, Washing
ton, wrote the following letter to
Senator Hoar immediately after hi 3
great speech in the senate arraigning
the administration for its attitude to
wards the Filipinos:
"I am an old-time Republican and
an abolitionist at that, who fought
during the late Civil war for the prin
ciples of Washington, Jefferson and
Lincoln. I want your speech fior the
facts therein. They show the duplic
ity and treachery of Wm. McKinley,
for whom I spent eight weeks on the
stump. Your speech shows further that
the next election will determine
whether we shall retain our liberty, or
do as Rome did—go into the imperial
business. I must, however, dissent
from your logic and from your advice
to continue to support the Republican
party, as long as it marches under the
banner of imperialism.
"I honestly beiieve that in order to
preserve liberty, it is essential that the
honest and manly Republicans who
still adhere to the declaration of in
dependence and the constitution
should use all their efforts in the next
campaign to defeat McKinley and the
Republican party by supporting Will
iam J. Bryan, who, no matter how we
Republicans may differ with his free
silver and tariff theories, yet can agree
with him on the greater and para
mount question of imperialism. The
question is, whether we shall continue
as a republic, or go into the colonial
business and convert the stars and
stripes into an emblem of imperial*
ism.
"Again I say, as an old-time aboli
tionist who shed my blood on the bat
tlefields of this country, fighting for
liberty, I must protest against your
theory and advice that I should be
come the slave of the party by con
tinuing to support it, right or wrong.
The cry in the coming campaign
should be: 'Bryan and Republican
liberty!' against' McKinley and imper
ial tyranny, and I have every confi
dence that liberty will win."
POLITICIANS NEED REFORMINQ.
If anything should be reformed, it
should be the politician, and by the
politician we have especial reference
to the professional office holders, the
men who feed at the public trough.
The chief business in life of these peo
ple is to impress the voters with the
idea that they are their hard-working
servants, without whom the country
would go to the bow-wows. It is es
sential to their success that they make
a good impression, and in order to
please everyone they blow hot and
they blow cold. When necessary they
perch on top of the political fence,
keeping a sharp lookout, and drop on
either side, and sometimes on both
sides—always, of course, trying to
land on the strong side and ou the
proverbial bed of roses. They are
strangers to consistency, and insincer
ity marks them as its own.
If the politician did Dot play such
an important part in our government
—if they did not shape the course of
the political parties to which the
masses give blind allegiance, their
weaknesses and their vices could be
passed without comment, as they are
not the only ones who need reform
ing; but their influence is so potent
that would we preserve the democra
cy of our government w<e must curtail
their power and their * influence, or
else bring about a radical reform.—
Florida Agriculturist.
REPUBLICANS SCARED.
And now the Bryanites are trying
to make out that Republicans are
fearful of the outcome in Maine. Re
publican success in Maine is just
about as doubtful as was Democratic
success in North Carolina.—Omaha
Bee.
What the Republicans fear Is not
that the Bryanites will carry Maine,
but that the Republican majority
there may be greatly reduced. In
1896 their plurality was 45,777, and,
O dear, what a racket they made alK>ut
it. They claimed it as a sure indica
tion of their coming triumph, and so
it was. They did not rejoice because
they had carried the state, but be
cause they had carried it so magnifi
cently. Now that they see that their
majority is going to be cut in two in
the middle they fear it as the dread
portent of coming disaster. They will
feel mighty bad when the Bryanites
are doing all the shouting over the
Maine election and they are becoming
very sorry that they were so greedy
four years ago as to want all the votes
in that state. They fear that 45,777
majority may be a curse instead of a
blessing.
TRAMPS ARE MARCHING.
According to the Benton Harbor
(Mich.) Evening News of June 27th,
the officers of that town released 48
unfortunates called "tramps,"and they
were at once arrested by the officers
of St. Joseph, one mile away, as soon
as they crossed the corporation line,
and put in jail and kept there two
days without bread or water! Eight
of the men escaped from the officers
and jumped into the river as the only
means of escape from the torture.
The humane officers there who would
at once arrest a man who would treat
a horse or mule that way, did not
raise their voice against such savage
ry. But quadrupeds are of more im
portance than men! The men were
not offered employment. The paper
says: "The men were crowded into
jail and sweated like racehorses, but
were not even allowed water to quench
their thirst!" And this is a civilized
nation! It reads like an incident of
Roman beastliness. "As ye have done
it unto the least of these so ye have
done it unto Me."—Appeal to Reason.
THE TRAVELING MAN.
The World-Herald persists in re
peating the false assertion that there
are not so many traveling men on the
road now as there were in 1896. A
census of the manufacturing and job
bing houses of Omaha will produce >
figures that show exactly the reverse.
Omaha Bee.
Omaha is not the only pebble on
the beach. The traveling men of this
city mostly represent jobbing houses
and the wholesale merchants have not
yet formed a trust. It is hardly an
answer to a general charge to con
tradict it by the statistics of one city,
and a small city at that. The news
papers have been full of accounts of
traveling men being let out by the
trusts and thousands of commercial
travelers say that they have been dis
charged, but the Bee says they are
liars, because the same thing hasn't
happened in Omaha. The Philadel
phia platform contains a plank against
trusts, yet every Republican news
paper, big and little, is a defender of
trusts, and will not listen to anything
to their discredit.—Omaha Noncon
formist.
Mr. Bryan's speech was an inspira
tion In this campaign. He has pre
sented the issue of imperialism in a
masterly way. He has strengthened
the cause of liberty at home and
abroad. I do not recall a speech in
American politics as itrong, as great,
as eloquent, as this we have heard*
today.—Webster Davis.