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Saturday. July 3. 1893.
DKJIOCKATIC l!0i TICKET.
For President Q ROVER CLEVELAND
For Vict President ADLA1 E. STEVENSON
For Governor JOHN P ALTGELD
For Congrt siman at large JOHN 0 BLACK
For Congressman at large.. ANDREW J HTN'TEK
For Lieutenant Governor JOSEPH B GILL
For Secretary of State tin HIKRICHSEN
For Auditor DAVID OORB
For Treasurer RUFUS N RAMSEY
For Attorney General HT MALONKY
For Elector, 11th Dist J. H. HANLEY
No matter what Mr. Clarkson'a posi
tion may be at present, he ib being inter
viewed with great regularity, and no
little anxiety by the members of his own
In the entire history of the human rate
there is not a single instance in which
cruelty effected a genuine reformation.
It can crush but it cannot improve. It
can restrain, but, as soon as the
restraint is removed, the subject is worse
than before. The human mind is so con
stituted that it must be led toward
the good, and can be driven only in one
direction, and that is toward ruin. Alto
KtiTHiBUKG Transcript: The Rock
Islander under the management of W. P.
Quayle, started in as an advocate of the
workingman's party, has drifted a little
towards the east and is now a republican
sheet. Old Col. Danforth made the
Rock Islander an advocate of the princi
ples of labor, but Quayle seems to be in
the field for revenue only. The work
ingmen of Rock Island and Moline
should transfer their support to the Ar
Jtrs. That paper is consistent.
Aledo Democrat: Senior member of
the law firm of Stevenson & Ewing,
Bloomington, is a man whose record is
spotless, not a single charge of political
chicnnery has ever been preferred against
him. He was first assistant in the postal
department during Cleveland's adminis
tration, and has creditably served two
terms in congress. Financially speaking,
he might be considered an unfavorable
candidate, as he is not a man of unlimited
wealth, but he will cause Illinois with
her 24 electoral votes to go democratic
Ultnoia the Kattle ronnd.
The nomination of a candidate tor vice
president from this state indicates the
selection of T linois as the battle ground
for the west, to the displacement of Indi
ana, remarks the Frecport BulletiD. This
chauge of tactics is something that should
have been adopted long ago. With the
same amount of attention from the na
tional democracy that has been directed
to Indiana, Illinois would for years have
been a democratic state. Although only
divided by an imaginary line, there is a
greit difference in the characteristics of
the population of the two commonwealths.
One is broad-minded and cosmopolitan,
the other narrow and provincial. Indi
ana has been regarded as the pivotal
state for bo long a period that its voters
have lost sight of sentiment and have
largely come to iook at politics in a
commercial light, and to expect their re
ward either in offices or hard cash. The
voters of Illinois have not yet become
corrupted, and God grant they never
may. Tbey regard the triumph ef the
principles they profess as sufficient re
ward. They are more open to argu
ments addressed to their reason and less
to the argument of $5 bills, a line of
electioneering in which the democrats
are always at a disadvantage, as they
have no protected manufacturing barons
to fry the fat out of and no horde of
well paid federal officials to bleed. Illi
nois has also a larger electoral vote to
compensate for an accidental defeat in
one of the southern states, which nearly
happened in West Virginia four years
ago and is apt to happen in any cam
paign. The democrats of Illinois enter upon the
canvass under the most encouraging cir
cumstances. They have a local issue
which will attract thousands of voters
who are naturally republicans. They have
a national issue in reduced taxation upon
the necessaries of life and greater free
dom of trade, which appeals with equal
force to the theorist, the merchant and
the laborer. They have the candidate of
their choice for president, for whom
every delegate from Illinois voted . Last
ly, thereg has .been placed upon the
national ticket a mm from our own state
whose very name is ca'.cu'ated to arouse
democratic enthusiasm the one promi
nent member of the Cleveland adminis
tration who did not s em to be satisfied
when he had secured an office for himself
bat considered that his fellow democrats,
no matter how humble they might be,
had just as much right to the offices held
by the republicans as he bad himself.
All's well in the prairie state.
Sidewalk brick at T- H. Ellis'.
UTTLK BOBBY'S FOURTH.
T moat her bt n 'boat four o'clock when littto
Bobby tv i ke
Bred then tarn&l crackers off, until it
warn't r Joke
Er wakin ever body up 'n shontln out In Joy,
TU1 Uttle Bot by's pa he said he guessed he'd
rU that by.
But lordy! yer might Jest ez well hev tried tei
top er el a&.
'Oaz that air little feller he wuz wild, we all
So his pa aee, "Well, Fourth July comes only
ooet," eef he,
"In every year " 'n so he guessed he'd let ther
'N cracky: but the noise he made er flrin oft
V all day long we set 'n heard tbcm bings and
bings and bings:
'N little Boob: -'a ma wtiz scared, 'n she sed:
"Dear me euz!
He'll blow his lf up. Such a boy I'm sure
thar neve - wuz"'
But his pa aez, "You let him be;" 'n so until
The little feller kep it up ther back yard wuz
W then we bed mo pinwheels 'nsome rockets
'n Greek i re,
Niagara Fulls ":i candles, till that boy begun
Cuz he got 8leery. Then sez he, his big brown
eyes er bli ik:
"Say, pa, I war ter aek ycr 'bout terday, 1n
what yer think;
Does they hcv fireworks up in heaven like we
hed terdaj ?
'Cuz if they do l guess I like ter go thar right
A STORY OF LOVE AND FIREWORKS BY
Copyright, 1892 by. American Frees Associa
tion. IZZ, bing, bang!
throngh the night
and all throngh
the day. Will it
ever stop? Per
haps it wouldn't
be bo bad if one's
happy, but when
they are not it is
Bab leans ont
of the library
window and li ts her flushed face to the
light breeze that sweeps by.
Things are ( -oing all wrong with her.
They have bee i going wrong ever 6inee
Mr. Archibald Jones has seen fit to de
vote himself fx her with a persistency
that lias driven away all the other men.
To be sure I ho rather liked him at
first. He has I ior?es to take her driving
with and pleniy of money and leisure
time to spend vith her at the theater,
lawn tennis parties and nil the other
good things that come along throngh
the seasons, an l at a dance especially he
acfiuits himseli very creditably in spite
of his extrem" thinness and extreme
"If he only -vouM talk about some
thing or somb vly liesides himself," Bab
said once refle tively.
She was tryi ik on a love of a new
bonnet at the lime touching its loops
of ribbon light ly and twisting her head
from one side t the other to get the ef
fect in her min r; so that very naturally
the sight of her own loveliness brought
to her mind a pardonable wonder why
he did not occ; sJonally vary- his e' ris
tical themes by a little wholesome praise
Bab was a lit le amnsed at his conceit
in the beginni ig, bnt as she sees more
of him, night ifter night, week after
week, and the chances of the final recital
of his remarks ble existence grow more
and more remote, sho begins to find it
very wearisora and catches hernelf
more than once looking back with long
ing to the time v hen Mr. Archibald Jones
was not the d ar old life when she had
found so sweet B happiness in the words
and glances of i-nother man, a man who
rarely in these ater davs comes to her
Beyond a dou t it is some thought of
him that bring- that pathetic light to
her eyes and th it tender little smile to
her lips this Ju y morning as she leans
against the Win low frame with careless,
dreamy abandoi.ment, her fingers wan
dering restlessl - through the soft, loose
locks of hair up n Iter temples.
Tilings happen just right sometimes,
even outside tin pages of a story book,
and it is certai lly a very happy coinci
dence that at t) is moment a tail young
man should coine quietly around the
corner of the h use, and looking up see
the girl and her smile.
Bab is all in a flutter as soon as sho
"Why, Mr. B-ayton," she cries, with
an excited, brok -n little laugh, "where
did you come frc m? I oh, Vn awfully
glad to see you."
She flushes pn ttih as he steps across
the grass plat tl at lies between them.
He takes the pretty white hand extend
ed to him in his own sun tanned palm
and perhaps he holds it there a trifle
longer and jus' a trifle tighter than
would be prescri led by the etiquette of
"1 don't belie-e you're half as glad
ae I am to see you, Miss Barbara,"
he says, and hi s voice is a very good
voioe to listen tc with its deep, mellow
tones. "I never have any luck with
you nowadays. V o matter when 1 come
yon are sure tc be out or. just going.
It is really a pit' - that you are so pop
ular." Bab laughs, ihe looks a trifle self
conscious, as shi smooths out the folds
of her morning g wn.
"Oh, but I'm nc t;" she declares; "truly.
I'm not. Aren't von coming in? Do."
But he shakes his head.
"Thanks. Car 't possibly. I must be
in town by 11, and it is quarter of
now. I was ridi ag past on my wheel
and thought I'd just run in to ask if
you'd enjoy goiig to the top of the
Waverly tonight to see the fireworks.
I believe there's t be quite a display."
Bab flushes Op to the soft unruly
waves of gold brc wn hair upon her fore
head. She looks lown intently at the
handkerchief that she is twisting and un
twisting between the tips of her fingers.
Fate again. Mr. Archibald Jones has
already asked her the same question and
for the sake of escaping a tiresome tete-a-tete
she has declared her intention of
staying at home and enjoying the few
illuminations that have been purchased
for the children.
"I'm so sorry," she says, not very
steadily because of some emotion that
makes her heart throb furiously, "aw
fully sorry. It's too bad, but I have had
to refuse one invitation like yours al
ready, because I we are going to have a
few rockets and things on the lawn and
the children want me to stay with them.
Won't you couldn't you come here,
Mr. Brayton? I can't promise yon mnch
of a treat," she adds, laugliing a little
nervously as she thinks of the other one,
who is coming on his own invitation.
"I don't suppose it'll be very exciting
but you don't know how glad 1 should
be if yon would come."
Then she lifts her eyes and looks at
him. They are such lovely eyes, so bine
and tender and wistful. He sees the
wistfulness. to lie sure, bnt whether it is
meant for him or the other man who
has invited her, he cannot tell. Men are
so stupid abont these things. When
there is any doubt of this kind to be con
sidered they usually give the benefit of
it to the oHitr man.
"Thanks," he says again, but a little
chill of reserve has crept into his voice
now and frozen all the genial warmth
out of it. "Ever so kind of you. Per
haps I will. I won't promise. Then you
can't expect me and be disappointed if
I don't appear."
The words end in a decidedly curt
lantrh, as he steps out into the path
again. An innocent looking torpedo
gleams white against the red gravel at
his feet. He stoops down, picks it up
and flings it against the stonework of
the steps. Perhaps its sharp report
serves as a vent for his turbulent
thoughts. Then he looks back at the
girl, and th tr eyes meet for an instant
a single glance, incomprehensible to
"Goodby, and allow me to wish yon .
very pleasant evening, Miss Barbara."
A pleasant evening! Poor Bab. She
drops down in a little heap on the divan
as he disappears, and buries her face in
the depths of a big silk pillow. What
is the use f trying to be happy any
more? What is the use? He doesn't
care for her ho nsverwfll care now.
That hateful Jones is like a grinning
skeleton, putting himself always be
tween her and her one love. Oh, dear--Tho
thonght ends in a long sigh.
"Yon come over to my house first,
"No, you come over here. That'll lie
nicest. We're goin to have eight rock
ets maybe more 1 dunno."
"An a whole lot of fires red an bluo
"Goody, goody, goody! Ain't it fnn?
I think Fourth o' July's nieer'n all the
days in the year 'cept Christmas, don't
"Course I do."
A series of happy little giggles and
the voices grow fainter as the children
pass tho window and go around the
house. Bab drags herself up again and
looks out through the bright sunshine,
her eyes full of longing. If she could
only be a child again and crave no
greater happiness than the Fourth of
July celebration. If there wexo only no
such things as men and heartache.
As the long day wears itself out and
twilight settles down she becomes more
and more restless. One question whir It
through her mind again and again and
route all other thoughts. Will he come?
That Mr. Archibald Jones will be prompt
in arriving she does not doubt. He is
always on hand with patient persistency,
and no coolness of manner or scornful
words could ever affect him to the point
of keeping him away.
There is really something delightful
to study in his imperturbable self es
teem, or, that is, he might be a marvel
to a disinterested outsider. To Bab he
is a bore. Nevertheless she greets him
with a winning smile as he crosses the
lawn and joins the family group. The
older boys are busy arranging the rock
ets and planning for the most advan
tageous places for the colored fires, and
a small army of children are making
the air hideous with their excited
screams over the sputtering of firecrack-
"Well, well," says Mr. Jones with an
appreciative smile, "this is downright
jolly. 1 really think, Miss Austin, you
were wise to stay at home. Can I sit
here on this rug beside you? No, no, 1
don't want a chair. This is ever so
Mr. Jones looks at her with approval.
It is not so dark yet but that he can see
how very becomingly she is dressed. It
seems to him that ho has never seen her
look so sweet and dainty before, and all
unconscious of the irony of Fate, he
placidly congratulates himself on the
fact that it u all intended for him.
"Perfect night," he says, throwing hia
head back to peer up through the treee.
There is not a cloud in the sky, and al
ready in the far distance the stars are
beginning to glimmer faintly. "Do you
remember, Miss Austin, how we went
to the lake a year ago and got caught in
a drenching rain? Awful, wasn't it?
That was the rime, I believe, when I
was lucky enough to have an umbrella,
and jnst on account of it succeeded in
Cutting out another man. 1 really lie
lieve yon would have gone home with
him if it hadn't been for that umbrella.
I am treasuring it yet it saved the day
He laughs with unquestionable pleas
ure nt the recollection, but Bab bites her
lip and turns her face away. She has be-
TWO FIGURES t PON THE TORCH.
come suddenly interested in the lighting
of the Chinese lanterns that have lieen
strung between the trees. That awful
day! It. had been the beginning of all
her misery. Why did he speak of it
and bring to her its flood of bittersweet
Mr. Archibald Jones is not at all con
scious of having said the wrong thing.
An entirely different train of thought has
already taken possession of him. He.
too, has become interested in the lighting
"I wonder now if I couldn't help those
boys? Will you excuse me. Miss Austin,
and er let mo po and offer my assist
ance? I've had such a lot of experience
with those tilings, don't you know."
Bab nods gratefully. "Do," she says:
"it would be ever so kind of vou, and
while you are busy I'll just run to the
house for my shawl. It is growing
Bab looks on for a minute, then goes
off across the grass, a little song on her
lips. It is not too late yet for his com
ing. She will tie happy until there is no
It is very dark by the house ae she
steps out onto the piazza some few min
utes later. All the light seems concen
trated on the front lawn, where tho fire
works are being placed. Now and then
a lot of sputtering against metal and a
chorus of boys' howls of delight indi
cate the explosion of a pack of crackers
under a tin pan.
Bab stands still at the railing for a
moment to watch listlessly. She is in
no hurry to go down to join the group
under the trees again. He is so tiresome
that fellow, and Guy ah, Gny!
Two shrill piping voices come up to
her from the grass just across the path.
Dolly and Ducky are sitting under the
big maple tree curled up together on a
shawl, having a little confidential.
"Well, I guess I know better,"
Ducky's voice. "My sister Mame, she
says a girl wouldn't let a feller tag
after her so if she didn't like him lots
She thinks your sister means to marrv
him so there, now, Dolly Austin."
"Humph, well she needn't, then. The
idea the ve-rv idea!"
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