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THE SWEETEST THING IX PRINT.
'" The eonp you quote is fine," said Hobe
To his pout friend Ted Gray,
As 'ncath the spreading trees they walked
One rosy summer day.
But oh! this morn the sun's first rays
Had just bcfun to glint
I saw the very sweetest thing1
I ever saw in print."
"" Was it in verse or prose?" asked Ted;
" Have you brought it with you?"
""I wish I could have, but that same
T had no right to do.
'Twas poetry so lovely that
'Twould melt a heart of flint."
Hobe sighed : " By far the sweetest thing
J ever saw in print."
" Pray give me some idea of it."
His chum begged. " Well. I'll try:
Its hair was golden, and its eyes
As blue as yonder sky.
It wore a gown of calico
With dots of creamy tint.
And never was a sweeter thing,
I'll wager, seen in print."
A YOUXG WIDOWER'S STORY.
I lost my wife just about a year ago
"now, and strange to say, I am not in
the least consoled. 1 am not anxious
to attack any body of professional
men, but I do think the doctors killed
I was ill myself for some time before,
' -and when I met her, poor girl, I had
lieen ill with nervous prostration, malaria
and dyspepsia, the doctors said. The
heat was intense. Just such a heated
term as we have had this summer, and
the brokers ollice of Ackerly, Mackle
bury & Cords was not the "coolest or
most salubrious environment. I had
the ticker in nvy hand, it had just
marked "Wabash Preferred,"' when I
heard the cheery, musical voice of my
fellow clerk, Arthur Clark, say: "Hullo
there goes Horatio,1' and I was dimry
conscious that I had tumbled into his
long arms, and up against a rather
warm waistcoat which covered the best
heart in all mis wicked world. Arthur
had a house in an up-town street, while
1 only owned a weekly interest in a
.second-pair-back in a boarding-house;
and when 1 succumbed what did this
' prince of good fellows do but have me
put in an ambulance, and brought to
his father's house, where a bed was
"made up for me in the empty parlors.
His voice again was the next thing I
"You see, old fellow," said Arthur,
""my mother and sisters are out of town,
and only the boys and the governor are
at home: so as wo didn't want to put
the governor out, we concluded to give
you the parlors, where he rarely conies
in summer. So you are to lie here and
get well; fine breeze through when the
library door is left open, straw matting
(rather the worse for wear), a few old
pictures, of suspected authenticity, on
the wall, gas fixtures done up in brown
paper, mirrors covered with mosquito
net, Horatio Bronson stretched on a
hastily-improvised cot, ice on head,
taken doun pretty bail, doctor recom
mends quiet. Arthur Clark, Esq., master
of the situation. Dost like the picture?
Moths, cats and mosquitoes thrown in,
hand-organs subsidized; be still and get
"well. No emotion, if you please
forbidden, my dear boy, by medical ad
vice." Arthur rattled on and put me grad
ually into possession of the facts. From
his lively investiture of 1113 case, I pres
ent' sank oil into a fever and lost all
-sense of time, place and circumstance.
A doctor and a woman nurse became a
part of my imperfect consciousness,
aid the large, deserted parlors of a city
house, with its numerous pictures, be
came in a dreamy way the horizon of
my confuted and distressed vision.
There was a cattle piece in .front of
me, and a large dark red battle by
moonlight in a heavy Venetian frame.
t "There was a view of Venice, and a pret
ty little copy of Helen Froment,
Rubens' wife. There was, of course, a
Madonna del la Seggiola, and a Cenci.
ilr. and Mrs. Clark had been to Europe
about twenty years ago, when no re-
-speetable American ever dared come
home without the two last-named cop
ies. Over these pictures, and a little
group of the Lacoon in the corner, did
1" dream, and perhaps rave. Arthur,
dear old boy, used Jo come in and see
me every evening. His personality
tood out distinctly, and he has told me
- - -since (bless his lieart!) that I always
said: "You are doing 3-0111- work and
mine, too, I know you are,"' and that
once or twice I was weak enough 10
well let that pass, we do not love each
fHother anv the less.
I ' got to listening to the sounds at
jfe wiight, and wondering what they meant.
Aloud, metallic thump on the pave
ment, as if some one had thrown a
crowbar, which occurred about once in
live minutes, amazed and puzzled me.
"Why should any one throw down a
crowbar with marked periodicity?
There was a little tinkling bell that
came at three o'clock, iust after the
clock at 2Dth street had struck, which
was! singularly- puerile and foolish, I
tnought I hen there were queer peo
ple who walked and stopped, and others
who walked and didn't stop. Wby
didn't they all stop, or else walk on? I
heard confidences of young lovers.
Many a marital reprisal, "not meant for
. 3ny e::rs, came through the closed
blinds. Mam a group of young men
went by- with "song and jest," and then
came the long wean time from two
" -o'clock to four, with only the episode of
the crewbar, and the" bell, and the
clock, and now and then some other
-entirely inexplicable sound.
" I think we will leave his blinds open
to-night to give him more air," said the
'" ' familiar voice of iny nurse to Arthur,
one hot night, as my friend paid me his
"Who is she?" T whispered feebly
to Arthur. If I had a grain of sense or
W consecutive thought left, it always came
tomV when -Arthur was in the room.
"One of the trained nurses from
Bellevue, old boy. A nice girl. She is
bringing you through splendidly. How
do you feel to-night? temperature rath
er high," and I sank off into sleep or
something, with Arthur's cool hand on
When I awoke the gas was turned
up, and niy nurse stood over me with a
trine-glass" full of medicine.
" You must take this," said she, in s
mildly- authoritative voice. .j
I looked at her for the first time. She
was a neat, elderly person, not at all
handsome, but large and very power
ful. It seemed to me at that moment
as if she were Boadicea, or the Maid of
Saragossa, or Miss Jex Blake, or some-
thin of that order.
As she poured down the draught I
felt mv whole internal economv obev-
ino- her. I swallowed, frasned. breathed,
because she told me
Then she left
The blinds were open, and moonlight
streamed into my room. I saw the
clouds, and the cats: I saw the passers
by. There was a balcony outside ray
windows, and several people clambered
up on it and looked at me. There was (
a newsboy whom 1 had oiiended, anil a
member of the Stock Exchange whom 1
had failed to please. At
balcony became unpleasantly
and again it was empty.
The sounds went on. "and the crowbar
fell with disagreeable persistency. Just
then a lady stepped on the balcony and
calmly entered my room.
"Would you be kind enough to tell
me what that noise is outside, I asked.
"Oh!" said she, givinga little scream,
rather astonished evidently. "A man
and a bed in the parlor? What does
all this mean, please?"
"Well, why not?"' said I, rather of
fended, and with the egotism of illness.
Some scattering: remnant of what
once had been mv intelligence sug-
gested that this voung, lady
one ot Arthur s sisters, who had come
home unexpectedly, and had stepped
(forgive the dreams of a sick man) over
the balcony into the parlor.
"Who are you?"' I askeil.
"I am Helen Froment, the governess,
said she: ".-ent down by Mrs.wChirk for
suine lurguiien uooks
The train ran
on tne iracK. 1 got nere
and rung, but as
I no one let me in,
I, seeing the blinds
open,- naturally clambered oyer the
iron railing, and here I am. IS'ow, who
and what are you?"
"I am a sick man, Horatio Bronson,
I believe. Arthur brought me here."
"Oli, of course! How absurd? He
wrote to his mother all about you. I
had forgotten. My nerves have been
so shaken by that railroad accident I
had forgotten that vou were here. I
beg a thousand pardons for this intru
sion. I will creep up into my room
and disturb nobody."
"Stop a minute, my mind is weak.
Turn up the gas, please, will you? How
do you happen to be called Helenro
ment, like the picture on the wall?"
The lady laughed and turned up the
gas. "it is a curious coincidence,"
said she. "The young ladies call me
'the Rubens.' Iain simply a German
girl, with a common enough German
name, Helena Froment, the governess."
1 took a good lcok at her.
She was a quiet girl, in a gray travel
ing dress, although I thought her
smiling German face not unlike that of
Then the gas went down, and she
went oft", and the crowbar went on fall
ing every live minutes outside, and the
little bell tinkled at three o'clock.
About this time Arthur began to fade
away. It seemed to me that I onry saw
him once after this, and then 1 said to
him: "Nice girl. Helen Froment," in a
He laughed and
said: "U hat queer
things you no say! .
. i 1 a
"Iineaii the governess, your sister's
hoping he yvould tell me
3; yes; ha!
lia! Helen Froment. Oh! yes. Horatio,
old fellow, keep cool ; keep quiet.
Y"es . She is a nice girl enough," but
he laughed and yvould not explain.
Arthur disappeared about this time.
I asked for him, and they said he had
gone ayvay. I should have missed him
more, but Helen, Helen Froment, be
came so devoted to me. She did not go
back to Mrs. Clark yvith the books. She
staid and nursed me most assiduously.
She could draw and paint very well in
water colors, and finding that this quiet
accomplishment amused yvithout yveary
ing me, she was kind enough to sit by
my side and let me yvatch lier. Then
she told me ,uaint stories in a German
accent, and read poetry to me, and in a
loyv recitative, or in a sort of chant she
1 gave my yveary ears the reiiei ot pretty
and plaintive ballads ot her oyvn Ger
man land, yvhich she sang in a pure,
simple ballad voice, the best of all
One hot evening she said to me: " Do
you know yvhat night this is? It is the
eve of St. John. Midsummer Night,
yvhen the spirits of men go forth to meet
God in the yvoods; the angels are all
And she dreyv yvith lier yvater colors
for me a little picture of a procession of
Druids walking in a forest, yvhile
through the gothic arches of the trees
long lines of yvhite-yvinged angels came
doyvn, to meet them. I remember hoyv
cleverly she touched in the yvings yvith
a gleam of yvhitc.
But I yvas getting too much yvhite
about this time, and the strong yvhite )
drapery antl the sad face of the Cenci
.began to trouble me. JLasked Helen to
put that picture ayvay, so I could not
see it. " That I can-not do," said she,
" but I can throw my dark shayvl over
it." and she did.
Helen Froment, meantime Rubens'
Helen, continued to smile and be amia
ble. I asked the other Helen to make
! me a little copv of that bright face, and
to leave.it where L could tip it up yvith
illj H U..A 1IUUU, .W1U. Hjur. ill 11 il JIllHJ
nearer. This she did, but yvhen I tried
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to grasp it. I found out hoyvyveaklyvas.
I found that I could not
that frail piece of paper.
"You must remember," said Helen
-f f A
"you are still very ill," and she laid
the skftch ayvav in a drayver of my l.t
Then I began to get better, I yvas
strong, convalescent. I returned in
thought to the yvorld, and yvith me into
the land of health came the patient
girl yvho had noyv become mv daily
companion. She did not take "all the
care of me. Tyvo men seemed to clo
that. I could not exactly tell where or
yvhen they came in, but just about yvith
the disappearance of Arthur, I should
say that vague, uncertain period, not
far from the time yvhen Helen came in.
Somehow, I did not care to ask ques
tions. Life yvas delightful enough,
yvith the music, the painting, the
poetry, yvhich this accomplished .girl
(brought into it Theother people made
'disagreeable, noises, and were not al
together agreeable to feeble nerves.
My men nurses tramped heavily and
jangled glasses, and the doctor was,
although the most respectable of his
species, what I should call a loud man.
Helen made no noise; she was the very
essence of stillness, except when she
sang i or talked, and that was music
sang i or
which is not noise. Discord is what
hurts us. Helen was all concord
Noise is discord. It seems to me that
this state of things had gone on for
weeks, and that I began to know Helen
as a man ought to know a woman
whom he shall love and many. I be
gan to watch for fitting opportunity to
tell her that I loved her, that she was
the being of all others to make me
happy. I owed it to Helen to tell her
1 so, and I felt that we must
excuse to our friends for being so much
together, that even the doctor might
think it strange, that, perhaps, Arthur
yes Arthur. Where was Arthur?
But when I was ready to frame these
sentences, Helen always evaded me;
sometimes a tinkling; of that ridiculous
bell and the men nurses came in
sometimes the doctor himself, never
The parlor began to look unlike the
parlor. The piano was covered over
with a white cloth, and bottles stood
upon it. Nothing seemed changed on
the walls but the cloth which liad hid
den the Cenci.
That had fallen, and suddenly the fig
ure seemed to bend out of the frame,
and to nod to me.
"Helen!"' I shrieked "Helen! Hide
the Cenci from me."
Her cool hand was over my eyes in a
moment, and the vision passed away.
"Poor, troubled brain," I heard her
sav, as she rubbed my forehead with
j her soft hand until I went to sleep.
It would be absurd to trv to follow
this love all air. Suffice to say we got
to understand each other, and Helen
promised to marry me. We had of
course to wait until I should recover my
health, which was as yet uncertain. I
could not disguise it to myself that, al
though I had hours of health, that the
bottles, the doctor, the bed, and the two
men muses remained.
Helen always said "patience, dearest,
patience! all will be well. I will wait
for you. You have a long summer be
fore you, in which you must recover.
Meantime let us go on with the read
ing, the music, the painting." Helen
was sweet and consistent, and I obeed
And then we constructed our whole
future life. She was to be my econom
ical help-mate; with her little savings
and mine we could afford a modest
We would begin plainly and live
cheaply. She would still ply her brush
and I yvould dig away down in Wall
street, but we should be together. We
had our love as a splendid capital.
i That was invested tor us, and yvith that
I yve could not be poor.
Thes yvere days and nights full of
happiness. Helen seemed to need no
sleep. She yvas often by my side at
that dread hour of three in the morning,
yviping the dews from my brow and
helping to account for the strange
noises. AVe came to the conclusion
that the periodic dropping of the eroyv
bar yvas some midnight assassin of
leep repairing the elevated railroad
1 The little tinkling bell, yve
1 - -
might De some cat entangled m a net
1 yvork of resounding metal, the descend
ant of Ben the Cat, whoever he might
be. Helen yvas the only person yvho
had attended me through my illness,
yvho ever tried to explain, and" to help
me out of my intellectual mazes. The
others ignored them.
It yvas the poyver of love, that one
blessed inspiration, yvhich never tires,
never groyvs antagonistic, never sneers
and never treats as trivial the slightest
yvish or theory of the beloved object.
Helen yvas always fresh. She seemed
to have just stepped from her tiring
yvomen, like Helen of Troy. 1 never
sayv in her the disorder of early morn
ing or night; the fatigue and heat of
the sick room never 1 cached her. The
freshest colors, -Qe freshest flowers, the
sweet, careful arrangement of her hair,
the perfume of neatness all this and
more followed my beloved and made
her priceless. And then I began to call
her my wife. To be sure, it was pre
mature. But she forgave it. Perhaps
the sweetest yvord knoyvn to the ear of
man or yvoman carried yvith it its oyvn
apology. She should be my yvife!
And preposterous as it yvas, she for
She yvas not by my side yvheu I need
ed her most, yvhen the tyvo men were
rubbing me yvith salt ilannel cloths and
the doctor yvas pouring brandy doyvn
my throat. Oh, how I needed her in
that painful struggle, yvhen, as they
said, "the fever turned." Hoyvl need
ed her in those hours of mortal yvcak
ness yvhich succeeded. I could not ask
for her. I could not speak. I could
only think and pray for her, and look
at the door to see if .she yvere coming
in. It was the third day, I think, after
this that the doctor told me that Arthur
had the fever, up-stairs: that I had worn
out two trained hospital nurses, and
that I had been so delirious as to need
the attendance of tyvo men.
"These pictures," said the doctor,
smiling, "have come in for a good deal
of brain trouble," and he pointed'tO'the
Cenci, still covered.
He steppeil to the frame and took
down the cover. Hoyv poor and pale
a copv it seemed, .hoyv utterly insignia-
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I "But,--2- said I, "doctor,
all tms is
! very yvell; but yvhat has
Helen, my Helen Froment,
vs JLne aoc-oriaugneu.
' "My dear boy,-" said he, "she yvas
only a part of the fever. One of your
insane dreams. That excellent Miss
Hunt she is elderly and plain enough
for all professional purposes, but she
had to ring the bell and summon Simon,
you made love to her so fervently. She
kneyv, however, that you yvere as. mad
as a hatter, and she yvfll never sue you
for preach of promise of marriage. She
is doyvn yviththe fever hersefi, poor
girl."' - ' ' ' - v
1 yvould not believe it; I did not be
lieve it, and I don't believe it. I yvould
yvait and see Arthur, and ask him if it
yvere not a conspiracy of my enemies.
WThen yve tyvo met again yve yvere two
ghosts of long standing. The same im
perfect plumbing yvhich had made me
ill had reached my generous friend, and
together we had made night hideous lo
the respectable mansion in West Blank
But Arthur had not lost a yvife as J
had done, and he got yvell quicker
could not help asking him if there was
not some foundation for my theory ol
Helen. Had not somebody entered" the
hous by the balcony that dreamy, star
"es," said 'Arthur, " that yvas true.
My sister's governess did come home
late, after a raihvay detention, and did
get in over the balcony, and yvas scared
at finding you in the room. She yvas
off the next morning however, bright
and early, and you yvould not call ne.
'Helen' if you sayv her noyv, I am sure."
I did see her later; and 1 agreed yvith
Arthur that she yvas not my Helen, al
But the memory yvas too strong to be
shaken off. Where had gone that real,
that beautiful person yvho had made me
so happy? Wrhere yvas that rare intel
ligence, that cool hand, that fresh, vig
orous, untiring 3oung girl? If I had
created that Eve I yvas a demi-god.
could not surrender the powerful im
pression to disbelieve in her. It seemed
like an infidelity to a real yvoman.
What if, unknown to all the yvorld,
some dear creature, inspired by divinest
pity, had deceived the nurses and the
doctor, had entered and cared for me,
icfloved me and had accepted my love
in return? I yvas pledged to this being.
She yvas mine. She should be m3 yvife.
I should meet her again. I shall meel
her again; I am convinced of it.
M3- doctor sent for Dr. Hammond tc
come and talk to me about the brain.
He told me of one of his patients, whe
ahvays saw Sir Walter Raleigh if he
tied his necktie too tight, and so on.
"Doctor," said I, "yvill you kindly
tie my necktie in such a manner that J
can see Helen again."
" Afraid to do it, sir!"' said the greal
brain man. " Helen yvas born of a se
vere typhoid delirium, and a picture.
Your nurse the curtain even took hei
shape. She yvas the esthetic untouched
side of your brain, the relief from the
toitured side; that in 3011 yvhich loved
music and painting and poetry, called
itselfHelen. Is'ol I am afraid you have
lost your yvife."
"Doctor," said 1, "do these spirits
or visions paint in yvater colors?"
And I dreyv from a little drayver in
my table, yvhere I had seen hep place
it, Helen's copy of the Rubens.
"That's a pretty study," said the
doctor, looking up at "the original.
"Done b3 one of Arthur's sisters, 1
dare say. They all have artistic tal
ents, these Chirks."
"Doctor, I saw my yvife paint that,
and look in the corner for the initials,
if vou yvill."
"" Yes; -H. F.,' " said the doctor; "3
curious coincidence; Horace Farley,
perhaps, but certainly not Helen Fro
ment she has been dead two hundred
years. You yvill get over this dream,
my dear 1103-, when 3-011 are stronger,
and out of this room, and ayvay from
that picture, yvhich reached the brain
just as it yvas in an excited state. 11
But it has not gone; and I still have
the little yvater color yvhich has nevei
been explained. Boston Traveller.
A. Mile a Minute on a Locomotive.
"Think of a man getting seasick fro ix
riding on a locomotive engine,"' said
Counselor Farley, yvho last week shot
down from Philadelphia to Atlantic
City at the rate of more than a mile a
minute to reach the bedside of a d3ing
child. " 'Seasickness' is, of course, no:
the term to apprj to the disorder, but
that expresses it better than any othei
name that I can think of. My ride
created the same feeling of yvretched
ness that a few hours on the ocean al
yvays gives me, only, instead of its be
ing caused b3 the rolling of a vessel,. .-
yvas brought on by the pitching -
tossing of the locomotive.
"I received a telegram telling me oi
my child's condition about tyvo in the
afternoon. Even moment after that
second seemed an hour. I realized hoy;
extreme yvas the danger, for I had been
up for several nights yvith the little one.
I engaged a special conve3ance at once.
There was nothing but the locomotive,
and I sat in yvith the engineer. Dis
patches yvere sent ahead ordering all
regular trains to run for sidings and re
main until the engine passed. We yvere
about a minute getting out of the built
up part of Camden. Then yve lleyv, but
no rate could be too fast for me. As
yve rushed along,ye enveloped ourselves
in a cloud of dust that was so thick at
times that I could not see half a dozen
yards ahead. The yvhistle screamed a
note of yvaming almost every second.
Indeed, it seemed to my excited min
that it yvas all one yvild shriek, extendi
ing from the Delayvare to the sea. After
yve had gone a feyv miles the engine be
gan to pitch and toss, and as the speed
increased the motion greyv more violent.'
Noyv we seemed to drop into a gulf,
then to rear into the air, and, again, a3
quick as thought, to be in the act of
leaping into a creek. The trees and
fields and houses yvere like a long,
black, waving streak. I began to feel
faint and dizzy, and if it had not been
for the rushing yvind I fear I must have
syvooned in that terrible cab. The en
gineer yvas perfectly cool. He after
yva'rd declared that never before had he
,gone at. so high a rate of speed for so
great a distance. I told him of my
feeling of sickness. -Yes,' he said, I
have heard old railroad men tell how
passengers had been made seasick by
fast 'riding, but I never sayv it before.'
Wheu'yve struck the meadows and I Ot
a whift" of salt air I braced up a bit, bul
I felt queer and unsteady on my legs,
even alter yve had reached the station
and I had alighted. I felt as if I had
just come in from a rough sea voyage.
But I yvas in time. I once more sayv
the light of ni3 child's eyes, fading fast,
indeed, but still instinct yvith life, and
in that everything else was forgotten."
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AT. J". Times.
j The Dorsey Revelations.
i We do not knoyv how many vials of
Rey'clation and hoyv many seals ex-Senator
Dorsey may still have to unseal,
but hk first book has had convincing:
testimony to its scriptural accuracy and
j It told the story of the corruption
, and purchase of a State, yvhereby the
! election of the yvhole country yvas cor
rupted. It told of contributions of
money for that purpose by men yvho
had no patriotic interests to serve, yvho
had not even a political interest in the
election, yvho did not care yvhich party
succeeded, but who did have a base, a
1 sordid and venal interest in corrupting
I the very fountain-head and source of
'Federal justice in buying beforehand
the nominations to the bupreme uencn.
He has told the story yvith dates,
names and particulars.
No yvitness has arisen to question or
to deny the truth of the yvhole story.
One prominent Republican editor, goad-
ed to fury b3 a stinging insult, has
called Dorsey --liar" and "rascal,"
and one Brookh'n politician, yvhose
name yvas not mentioned in the story,
has uttered a feeble expression of dis
belief. But of those yvho could speak as yvit
nesses, of those really competent to give
evidence, of those yvho stood in the light
of accomplices as yvell as of yvitnesses,
yvhose reputation and good standing be
fore their felloyv-citizens are involved,
not one has uttered one yvord of denial,
contradiction, correction or disclaimer.
They are dumb.
Jay Gould is charged with having
subscribed a large sumTof nione3 on con
dition that he could secure the nomina
tion of Supreme Court Judges yvho yvere
friendly to his corporate interests. He
does not den3 :t.
Huntington, yvho rests under the same
charge, does not uem it.
Pension Commissioner Dudley, yvho
was an active manager of the campaign,
does not den3 it.
Assistant Secretary of the Treasury
John C. New, yvho is noyv the real Sec
retary of the Treasury, yvas also a man
ager of this venal campaign, and he does
Ex-Senator Piatt, who delivered the
money yvith his oyvn hands, does not
Banker Stephenson, who poured out
the golden stream, does not den3 it.
All of these gentlemen and every one
implicated in this shameful business
all of them have been asked again and
again to deny the story, but they refuse
to speak; they are dumb. Their silence
is a confession of guilt as convincing as
any explicit avoyval could be.
By the use of money and by the in
fluence of money Indiana and New
York, tyvo States yvhich had previously
voted Democratic, yvere bought; a Na
tional election yvas obtained 6y bribery
and purchase; the steps of the Supreme
Bench yvere tainted yvith the slime of
venality and corruption.
The condonation of the crime is worse
than the crime itself. The silent and
guilt3 criminals are not alone in their
guilt. They are not outcast culprits.
Not a bit of it. The party they have
served stands by them. Not one Re
publican politician, not one Republican
editor, not one member of the party has
arisen to repudiate the bargain and the
hucksters yvho made it.
On the contrary they glor3 in it. One
of the most reputable Republican pa
pers, the Commercial Advertiser, com
I ares this corruption fund with the am
munition and rations of an army and
laughs at " Sunda3-school talk about
mone3 in elections" as "absurd."
Is this the worst? Have yve reached
the bottom? Or is there "yvithin the
lowest depth a deeper 3et?" Unfortu
nately there is.
The yvorst of the matter, the yvorst of
the yvhole bad business, is not that the
criminals are silent, not that the ac
complices are satisfied, not that the par
13 of corruption rejoices in its corrup
tion. The yvorst feature is the wide
spread, universal indifference, apathy,
unconcern among the people.
Not to protest against such a crime is
to acquiesce in it. Not to punish it is
to invite a repetition of it; and yet, if
the truth must be told, the people who
yvere cheated, the people yvho yvere
yvronged, the people who were out
raged and insulted are almost indiffer
ent. A great political right has been
turned into a farce; A great political
power has been broken like glass;
money has bought a State; money has
elected a President; money has bought
a reversion of the Supreme Bench; and,
instead of the general outburst of indig
nation yvhich should blaze across the
country, yve yvitness an indifference
which can not be concealed such in
difference as lulled Rome to rest yvhen
a Jay Gould Crassuy yvho had bought
the JEdileship and yvho had bought the
Praitorship had finally bought the Con
sulship. And yvith such a state of affairs they
tell us that the remedy is in the Tariff
or in Civil-service Reform; that the great
burning question of the day is that our
clerks shall be able to pass examina
tions in fractions and geography, or that
pig-iron shall be made to cost a quarter
of a cent more a pound.
The question of the day is none of
It is Electoral Reform.
We must purify our elections. We
must protect the ballot-box. We must
protect it against the open violence of
the ruffian and against the subtler vio
lence of the corruptionist. We must
make the ballot represent the free
choice of the voter. We must punish
all crimes against the purity of elec
tions bribe-taking as yvell as bribe
giving. That is the issue before the people of
the United States to-day: that the cause
, in yvhich the Democratic party is en
listed; the purpose that can give mean
ing to its counsels and strength to its
eflorts. The issue is drayvn clearly
enongh. The Republican party stands
ranged in battle array on one side, its
forces all drawn up in order, its "am
munition and rations" ready, its Gen
erals and camp sutlers and folloyvers
equally devoted to the common cause.
The real position of the Democratic
farty is on the other side. Across this
ine we must fight our battle; it yvill be
the Armageddon of bribery and cor
1 ruption and of Republicanism. N. Y.
I A young couple, of Allegheny, Pa.,
-a ere married recently within one hour
-liter their mtroauction to each otaer.
The Kepnblican. Purchase
Right in the face of the fact that ther
Republicans yvill need the services oi
Mahone in the organization of the.
United States Senate, the Republican
journals are discovering that he is a
very poor Republican, and that his utter
and final defeat will not be very much;
of a misfortune to the party. This!
should be taken in the nature of a hu
morous effort to be honest upon the part)
of the Republican journals. We can't;
see yvhy Mahone is not just as good a!
Republican as he ever yvas. Garfield
considered him such a good Republican,
that he placed the entire Federal patron
age of Virginia in his lfands and gav3
him the unlimited authority to dispose
of it at his oyvn pleasure. Ma
hone is just as good a Repub
lican noyv as ho yvas then, and
this change of tune upon jthe part of
the Republican organs has a syveefc
suggestiveness yvhich can not be over
looked. It is too late in the da3 for the
Republicans to find fault yvith their
purchase. It yvas a square out, open
trade, and if there is an3thing about it,
it is that Mahone has only too yvell car
ried out his part of the contract. The
Republicans bought him yvithout any
defalcation or discount. The3 knew
exactly yvhat they yvere getting and
yvere glad to get it. Such highly moral
organs as the New York Tribime re
joiced greatly over the infamous tran
saction. Mahone yvas a prodigal son
returning to his father's house, and a
dozen fatted calves yvere none too many
for the celebration of the family re
union. Thee prophets said Mahone's ex
ample would be imitated in oven South
ern State, and in a feyv 3'cars a prominent
and influential Southern Democrat could
not be found yvithout a search yvarrant.
There has been a fearfl disappoint
ment, and the St. Louis Republican says
that the fact is and this is yvhat galls
and disgusts the Republican purchasers
Mahone has done the party far moro
harm than good. It yvas odious enough
in the South before, but he has managed
to make it more odious. Not onh this,
but his methods in Virginia have not
merely demoralized and disorganized
the Republicans in that State, but sick
ened the better class in the North. At
the very time this class yvere trying to
get rid of the curse of "bossism" in
Neyv York and Penns3lvania, the spec
tacle of the meanest "bosses"' in Vir
ginia, supported b3 a Republican Ad
ministration, yvas not pleasant to look
upon. Conkling and Cameron yvere
angels of light compared yvith Mahone.
They had some decency and dignity:
even in their yvorst acts; he had none,
and did not pretend to any. From
first to last he has been "on the
make," and the fraud, corruption and
rascality yvhich Northern Republican
"bosses" tried to conceal, this South
ern Republican "boss" Haunted in the
face of the yvorld. To "assume a vir
tue if you have it not" yvas foreign to
his nature, for virtue yvas not in his
line of business, and the semblance of
it might embarrass him. So he has
gone on in his oyvn yvay, and a ver3
prett3 yva3 it is yvhen studied from the
stand-point of human depravity and
impudence. The Republicans have got
Mahone; noyv let us see them get rid
of him. He is for them, a veritable
"Old Man of the Sea" firmly seated
on the shoulders of the part3, and re
solved to ride as long as legs and lungs
hold out. The party has made itself
responsible for him and his, and that
responsibilit3 is an uncommonh heavw
burden, as Republicans are now ascer
taining to their sorroyv and shame. It
is safe to say that the next Mahone in
the market yvill not be snapped up as
quickly as yvas the present one. " A
burnt child dreads the fire." Columbus
Sneers at Democratic Complaints.
A deal of cheap yvit is expended in
sneers at Democrats because thc3 com
plain yvhen elections are notoriously
bought. It is argued that such a charge
is a confession of Democratic degrada
tion; that it is a shameful, humiliating
thing to conclude that Democratic virtue
is not proof against the temptation of
money; that a Democratic paper or
public speaker condemns jthe party in
asserting that men yvho, if left to their
oyvn honest convictions of duty would
vote the Democratic ticket, are hired to
vote for Republican candidates. But it
seems to us, that the shame is cu the
other side; that the disgrace attaches to
to the party that bribes rather than tu
the party that is defeated by bribery.
Throughout the entire North, embrac
ing all the States north of Mason's and
Dixon's line, a majority of the poor aro
Democrats. This fact is honorable Ut
the Democratic party, for it show.-' that
labor and poverty recognize that party
as their friend. "Republican legislation
has put the earnings of the many poor
into the coffers of the rich few. The
laws framed by Republicans have robbed
labor for the benefit of capital until yvo
now have the National Government and
many of the State Governments man
aged in the interest and controlled by
the attorneys of millionaires and great
corporations. When a National elec
tion comes on these millionaires and
corporations put a few of the millions
of which labor has been defrauded into
a campaign corruption fund, so that the
poor maiTs oyvn earnings come back in
his hour of distress, yvhen poverty is
pinch ng his family, to tempt him to
vote against his judgment and con
science. These are facts of history,
and yve do not see that they disgrace the
party to which the poor belong. A
change of a few votes in every county
changes the political complexion of a
State and elects a President. It fc not
a strange thing that, under the opera
tion of Taws that rob the yvorkingmen,
there should be a few in every county
who are so poor that they can be in
duced to sell their votes. Washington
Another telegraph company is an
nounced. It is incorporated under the
name of "The National," and promises
to run from New York to Chicago,
along the lines of the West Shore and
the 'Nickel-plate Railroads. General
Horace Porter is one of the projectors.
Chicago Inter Ocean.
According to Commissioner Evans,
there yvill be moonshiners in North
Carolina and Tennessee as long as there
are mountains in those States. Ho
says he does not think illicit distilling
can ever be fully stopped in those
mountain regions.-'-r. Y. Sun.