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iHE BARTON COUNTY BEHOCRAT.
. PUBLISHED UY LASGFORD & STOKE.
DEWEY LANCFORD, Editor.
- - KANSAS.
Together, distant from the crowd.
Which moves about with noise unending;
' Tar from their jests and laughter loud
We two a quiet hour are spending.
" "We've slijped away we hope, unseen
Her mother's watchful eye evading,
"To where the palms and aloes lean.
With kiijd Intent the corners shading.
" We talk of nothing. Now and then
A silence, comes, replete with meaning.
. A painful hush is broken, when
She just a trifle closer leaning
. Asks : "Can you read my hand and tell
What secrets Life and Time are keeping;
' Whom I shall marry ill or well
And shall I know most smiles or weeping!
One little glove is laid aside ;
A tiny hand in mine is resting;
'Two perfect eyes, with question wide.
Make matters more than interesting
Within your hnnd I see full well
Most hopes fulfilled most wishes granted;
XJfe holds a secret Time will tell,
And love will come, '"with touch enchanted.
-"Whom shall you marry? If aright
I read the lines X here discover,
.TTou'll wed with him who, here, to-night,
Declares himself your ardent lover !"
J pause. Her eyes look up then down.
A blush from cheek to brow is spreading;
'Then, with a smile which hope does crown.
She asks : When shall we have our wedding?"
THE OLD SETTLEE.
:He Tolls Peleg "What the Wild
"Grandpop," said, little Telega as ht
fingered a stiff-springed patent clothes
pin and cast a glance at the old. cat
That lay snoozing in the splint-bottom
.rocking-chair; "Grandpop," said he,
-what are the wild waves saying?"
The Old Settler looked up from the
pages of the local paper, in. which he
was reading an account of a hog-guessing
match that had come off over at the
Corners. He scowled over his specta
cles at Peleg, who fitted the clothespin
carefully on his nose and closed his
mouth to see how long he could hold his
I haint heerd no wild waves a yellin
any thing very loud lately, ez I knows
on," said the Old Settler. "W'ich wild
waves is it th't M'riar! Whack that
young'un on the back or he'll bust ev'ry
lurn gizzard he's got!"
Peleg had hung on to his breath un
til his eyes began to bulge out and his
face was as red as his grandfather's
nose. lie succumbed to the inevitable
before his grandmother could give him
the whack. He opened his mouth and
started his lungs to working again, but
left the clothespin on his nose. His
grandfather glared at him for a moment
and then said:
W'ich wild waves is it th't yer
"Theb thaf. rips and roars aron'd
Coney's Hud," replied Peleg, his utter
ance stopped by the pressure of the
clothespin on his nose.
?Vhe Old Settler reached for his cane.
"Peleg!" exclaimed his grandmother,
"take that clothespin often yer nose?
Ye gimme a cold in the head to hear
jre! What was ye meanin' 'ter say?"
Peleg removed the clothespin and re
peated his remark. "Them that rips
and roars around Coney's Island: that's
what I said. What are thej saying,
Coney's Island!" exclaimed the Old
Settler. "Wat in Sam Hill do you
know 'bout Coney's Island, or 'bout
any wild waves ez mowt or ez mowtn't
bei rippin' an' a roarin'?"
The new school ma'am from town
. boards to Bill Simmons's," replied Pe
leg, "and t'other night she was telling
us about Coney's Island. She's been
there lots, and she told us that she
could set on the bank down there and
listen to what the wild waves was say
in all day long. I asked her what
they was paying, and she said: 'Oh!
much, little boy!' She didn't say how
much or what it was, and I asked Bill
Simmons if he knowed, and he said he
did but wasn't giving it away. 'Go ask
yer. grandpop,' Bill said. 'If he can't
tell you, says Bill, the world's coming
to an end.' That's how I came to ask
you. Can't you tell me?"
"Yes, b'gosh, I kin!" exclaimed the
Old Settler, shaking his fist in the
direction of the Simmons homestead.
I kin tell ye! Them wild waves is a
savin', an' they're a yoopin' it out so's
it kin bo heard from Coney's Island to
sundown, th't the best thing you kin
lo is to keep sheto' that Bill Simmons,
or thaz a shingle out thar in the yard
that'll make the properest kind of a
paddle, an" if that paddle is made an'
used you'll hef ter stan' up fer more'n
a week w'en ye eat yer slap-jacks an
'lasses! That's w'at them wild waves
is sayin Peleg, an' it's yer poor old
gran'pop th't's tellin' ye so, b'gosh, an
ye won't listen!"
Peleg sat down by the side of the
splint-bottom rocking chair. He said
nothing, but thought to himself, as ho
toyed with the clothespin, that if the
wild waves had said all that to the
choolniaam, she must have been more
than pleased at their remarks about the
paddle and the slap-jacks. The Old
.Settler picked up his paper again.
leg's grandmother took her knitting
went off to the "setting" room, and his
grandfather, after finishii g the account
of the hog guessing which stated that
Pete Hellriggle had won the hog and
remarking that if Pete didn't trade the
hog off for a bar'l o' cider the winnin
of it 'd be a lucky thing fer his fam'ly.
z they'd ben browsia on sassyfrax all
winter, he turned to Peleg and said:
'Yes, my son, that's w'at them wila
wav.es is ayin, an ez yer grau'mammy
hain't in hearin to get worried at our
talkin, I'll tell ye w'at some wild .
waves done to me wunst- Them waves
didn't say nothin', but they jist got up
an' done. This happened w'en I were
a boy, consid'able many year ago.
Twere on the ninth day of April, 1822,
in the arternoon. I were jist coniin
seven year old. Ther' -had ben a big
rain fer two or three days, and I know'd
th't Sloplick creek must be jist right
fer sucker fishin', an' so I sneaked my
pap's ches'nut pole an' hosshair line
outen the bam and cut crosslots fer
the big bend o' the creek, w'ich were
jist over a raise o' ground from our
cabin in the clearin, mebby four or five
rod away, but out o' sight, 'cause
'twere in the gulley, twenty-five foot
lower'n the clearin'. An speakin' o'
sucker fishin', sonny, ye'll see 'fore I
git through with this leetle anecdote
th't th' was suckers in the creeks in
them days. Th' haint none in 'em
now, but thuz a many o one outen the
creeks, an' big un's, too. Wall, w'en
I come in sight o' whar ol Sloplick
orter been jist more th'n bilin', owin'
to the hard rains. I almos' tumbled
back in a faintin' fit. Th1 wa'n't no
Sloplick thar ! The bed o' the creek
were as dryer n a salt, herring'! Ez
fur ez I could see down the creek, a
picked chicken couldn't a ben no
barer th'n them rocks on the bottom
was. The creek had a fall o more'n
twenty foot to the miled, an' even in
low water went down by thar, on its
way to the river three miled below, like
a peeled hemlock log down a roll way,
an' thar she were, arter all dem rains,
dry and empty from bank to bank.
Peleg, I were skeert, an' I tuk to trem
blin' wuss th'n a hungry dog at day
light on a frosty mornin'. I thort the
world were coniin' to an end right thar
and then. Pooty soon I got stiddy
enough to look up the ceek, an' then
were skeert wuss'n ever, fer 'bout a
quarter of a miled away, in that direc
tion, thar were the creek agoin' up
stream ez fast ez it could tear ! Goin'
right up that big grade o' twenty foot
to the miled, Peleg, like a train o'
keers ! W'en I see that I jist flopped
right down and waited fer the 'arth
quakes and Gabr'el to come follerin'
along, acrackin' an' atootin'. I laid
thar aw'ile, but they didn't neither on
'em come, an' the creek kep' aelimbin'
up to'ards its headwaters zif it'd ben sent
fer to come back hum an' hadn't no
time to spare gettin' thar. It were
movin' back'ards in a flood more'n
thirty foot high, ez nigh ez I could
jedge from seein' the gable eend of it,
and pooty soon I noticed th't th' were
a heap o' commotion on the edge of it.
"'Wall,' says I to myself, gittin' up
on ter my feet, 'th' can't be nothin' to
hurt a feller in a flood th't's doin' its
best to run away from him like that,'
says I, 'an' so I guess I'll quit waitin'
for Gabr'el an the 'arthquakes,' says
I, an' '11 jist start arter that creek an'
see w'at's a ailin' on it to make it go
an cut up that way,' says I.
"So away I dug ez tight ez my legs d
carry me, but the creek had got such a
start o' me that it tuck me a good half
hour 'fore I kctched up with it. An'
ez soon ez I did ketch up with it, my
son, I see to wurist wat were ailin' on
it. Ye must ktiow, to git the hang o'
this, Peleg, th't suckers starts fer the
creeks on the fust high water th't comes
in the spring, an' th't they gether to
gether by the boat load at the mouths
of creeks waitin' fer the flood th't tells
'cm things is ready fer 'em up the
creek, an' then up they go. That had
ben an onusu'l good season for suckers
to winter over in, an' they had waxed
an' grow'd fat, an' gethered in such
uncommon big crowds, th't w'en they
started in at the mouth o' Sloplick
creek that ninth day o' April, they jest
dammed the hull durn course o' the
strerni, an' fer a time it had been nip
an' tuck ez to w'ich 'd hef to stop, the
creek or the suckers. But in them days
suckers had vim an' push in 'em.
These fellers at the mouth o' Sloplick
had started to git up that creek, an'
'twan't their fault, b' gosh, if it
couldn't furnish water, enough, with
all the rain it 'd had fer a week past,
fer 'em to wiggle up on; so they jisput
their shoulders to the wheel, an' at it
they went, an' shoved the rushin Hood
of ol' Sloplick right back with 'em,
pilin' it up in a wall thirty foot high,
: an' keepin' her a movin back so fast,
,.1 l. 1 ..
couldn't git no footholt. an' had to go.
So, of course, ev'ry thing were left
high an' dry ahind that pushin' army
o' suckers, an' natur' in them parts
were lookin' queer.
"Peleg, w'en I ketched up to that
retrcatiu creek, nothin' could be seen
on the face o' that high wall o water
but snouts, an' tails, an' fins, an backs,
an' bellies o' -suckers. They was piled
on one another from the bed o' the
creek to the top o' the flood, pushin'
an shovin an crowdin to keep the
ball a rollin'. I see w'at the hull busi
ness meant to wunnt, an' I pitched
right in to do s me o the tallest sucker
fishin' th't weiu ever heerd on along
Sloplick creek. I chucked away my
pole an dur inter that bank o'
suckers an' jist went to minin'
fish by the ton. They kep me
on a dead run to keep up with 'em,
they was h'istin that stream up
bill so fast, but I grabbed an clawed
right an' left, an throw'd suckers out
on "the bank by the wagon load. I
strung suckers along the banks fer a
miled. an still the flood went a rollin
up bill ez easy ez pickin up sticks.
The headwaters o Sloplick creek was
in a swamp almost on the top o Rooby
Ridge. Ez I were runnin along ahind
that sucker bank all of a suddent it
struck me that if nothin' happened to
stop 'em, them suckers' d shove the
creek clean through the swamp, the
wy they was goin', and push her on
over the ridge, an then she'd go
hellytehot down t'other side an' wipe
Slaycrop's clearing offen the face o
creation quicker'n lightnin could melt
a tub of butter. I were bound to see
the fun, an' if suckers wasn't the tim
idest an' skeeriest critters th't swims,
that f un'd come to pass.
It had happened, sonny, th't only
the day afore this high ol sucker fish
in' o' mine, I had considered it a leetle
piece o duty I owed to the community
to pitch inter Shadrack Jamberry, ol
Poke Janibeny'a boy, an' lam him the
properest kind. Consekently he hid a
grudge agin me. He lived clns to the
creek, nearly two miled above our
place, at the Fiddler's Elbow Bend.
This bend were so sharp th't ez me an
the suckers an' the creek were coniin
to'ards the bend I see "Shadrack stand
in on the bank, an' he see me. Th
wa'n't nothin' selfish about me, so I
hollered to Shadrack to Fhow him th't
I didn't hev no hard feelin's, to come
back an' foller the circus, an' lay in a
stock o' suckers agin a coon famine.
But Shadrack wan't of a meek an' foi
givin' natur like me, an' so instid o
takin the olive branch I offered, he
grabs up a couple o' big stun3 an'
chucks 'em in the water ahead o me
an' the suckers. That skeert the timid
fish th't was in the lead, an' they got
demor'lized an' turned tail. The panic
spread to the hull caboodle o' suckers,
an' the fust thing I know'd I were
h'isted up in the air zif I'd ben blow'd
up in a blast, an' wh-o-o-o-o! away I
were goin back down stream like a
hailstorm in a hurrycane o' wind. Thar
I were, Peleg, ridin' high an' dry on a
big raft o' suckers, an' a goin' sumpin'
like a miled a minute, bound fr some
whar, but whar I did'nt know. Ye
orter be very thankful, sonny, th't yer
a livin' now, an' not in them days w'en
us pioneers was a sufferin an' a runnin'
risks like that, jist to plant civ'lization
an' git it in shape fer folks that's livin'
"I were boosted up so nigh by that
raft o' demor'lized suckers th t ez wc
tore along to'ards our folks's clearin' I
could look right down over the raise
'twizt it an' the creek, an' ez we come
nigher I could see my hard-workin
pap settin in the cabin door smokin
his corn-cob pipe, an' my easy-goin
mammy a choppin wood to git supper
with. Thinks, says I to my
self, I wonder if they'll ever
find me when this runaway flood o'
bilin' waters an' panic-struck suckers
come to a head som'ers? An' just then
we struck the bend in the creek nigh
the clearin'. The bend were 'bout ez
sudden ez the angle in a ship-knee, an'
when the wall o' suckers plunked
agin it, the bank o' the bend bein
twenty-five high an' all rock, 'twere
like the comin' together o' two ingines.
The body o' the army was fetched up
a-standin' but me an' the top layers o'
the sucker raft was five foot higher'n
the rocks, an' ez we hadn't hit nuthin'
we kep' straight on. Wo left the
water route an' traveled the rest o'
the way by the air line, an' 'fore my
good ol' parents know'd w'at hit 'em
they wa3 kivered snug an' comfort'ble
under 6iimpin' like half an acre o'
suckers, not countin' me. It took me
quite a w'ile to dig the ol' folks out;
but they wa'n't hurt any thin' wuth
mentionin. My folks wa'n't noways
noted fer bein' curious 'bout things,
an all th't were said 'but that big
sucker fish o' mine "was this. Mam
says: 'Whar'd ye ketch 'em?' 'In the
bend o' the creek,' I says. 'I've allers
heerd,' says pap, 'th't the best time to
ketch suckers were on the first flood,
an this makes it good.' An that
ended it; but we had fresh suckers an'
salt suckers, an smoked suckers, an'
sucker pop from then on till the nex'
Chris'mas. Se ye see, Peleg, that them
wild waves didn't say nothin to me,
but they got right up an' done, an'
The Old Settler was cut short off in
whatever moral he intended to draw,
for the dozing cat hurled herself against
his stomach by one wild leap from the
splint-bottomed rocking chair, and
with a yeil that scared a dog on the
other side of the road, and brought
Peleg's grandmother out of the sitting
room on a trot. The cat sank its
claws deeper and deeper into the Old
Settler, and ho joined in the yelling.
Little Peleg went quietly out of the
kitchen door, and by the time his
grandmother had removed a patent
clothes pin from the cat's tail he
was half way over to Bill Simmons'.
Ed Molt, in X. Y. Sun.
It is said that thread has at last
been produced from the fibers adhering
to the seed of the common milkweed.
This thread has the consistency and
tenacity of imported flax or liner
thread and is produced at a mccl less
cost. The fiber is long, easily carded
and maybe readily adapted to spinning
upon an ordinary flax spinner. It has
the smoothness and luster of silk, ren
dering it valuable for sewing-machine
The "art of washing hands" is not
an easy one, according to Dr. Haffter,
of Trauenfield. To insure absolute sur
gical cleanliness of the hands they
must first be carefully washed with
potash soap and water as hot as can be
borne, and then with a five per cent,
solution of carbolic acid, or one pei
mille solution of corrosive sublimate oi
chlorine water. British Medical Jour
nal. During the delivery of his Yale lec
tures on preaching, some one said:
Mr. Beecher, how is it, in your opin
ion, that there are so many short pastor
ates in these days?" "Largely of tae
divine meny," was the instant reply,
which left the questioner and ihe auci
ence in some perplexity as to whether
the divine mercy favored the churches
or the pastors. Szptist Weekly.
FARM AND HOUSEHOLD.
-There is too much pig pen and not
enough pig pasture-
Teach your children to control
their tempers by controlling your own.
Waste in farming is. without doubt,
great enough to doublo the profits if
economical saving might be made.
Bury dead animals under fruit
trees, and the bodies will not be wasted,
only transformed in due time for our
delight and benefit-
The announcement is made from a
Glasgow hospital that while if boiled
or fried fish is dangerous diet for weak
persons, steamed it is harmless. X. Y.
The science of grafting is so sim
ple that any fruit grower can master it.
and the art, slowly mastered at first,
acquires ease and rapidity with practice
The proper manner of selling eggs
i3 by weight. This is shown by the
fact that of one variety six weigh one
pound while of another eight are neces
sary. Orange County Farmer.
Old currant bushes can be made as
good as new, says the New England
Farmer, by simply cutting away the
old wood and leaving a bare stump,
and then digging the soil up thorough
ly down to the roots and working in
pinty of well-rotted manure or super
phosphate, with a good handful of
salt for each bush.
Cold Lemon Pudding. One-half
box of gelatine soaked in four table
spoonfuls of water for ten minutes; add
a pint of boiling water, juice of two
lemons, one cup of sugar. Strain and
set away to cool. When cold stir in
the whites of three well-beaten eggs.
A thin boiled custard of thick cream
may be used to pour over the pudding,
A Frenchman supplies prepared
and warm food to the milch cows of
Paris. The feed is delivered twice a
day in covered barrels hot from steam
vats. It consists of chaffed fodder,
roots, pea, bean or linseed meal, rye.
barley, maize. A cow can thus be fed
on fourteen cents daily, and the rations
are always free to be analj-zed at the
contractor's expense. Chicago Tri
bune. Warts. Put soda on the warts as
often as you think of it- The worst
seed wart I ever saw went off in about
a month. As dry soda is so apt to rub
off, I made a strong solution of it with
water, and kept corked. A small wart
will disappear almost like magic. I
took one off this past summer. Some
day you will attempt to use the soda,
but find no wart- The wart leaves no
trace and makes no return. Motlier'a
Xoveltles In Stylish Dress Fabrics, Gloves,
Millinery and Fans.
Most jackets have hoods this spring.
Pasme is a new shade of aesthetic
Claret color is revived among the
Bonnet strings are again made very
The leading color of the incoming
season is gr:vy.
Double strings are seen on some of
the new bonnets.
Lace straws are much used in trim
ming hats and bonnets.
Indiana cloth is a lovely light wool
spring novelty fabric.
A new checked cashmere is sold un
der the name of Rowena.
Barred woolens for tennis suits are
sold in all the leading dry goods
Habit cloths take precedent of all
others for covert coats and walking
Cordurette is another ribbed cloth
added to the bit of corduroys and cor
dereiues. Silk, on account of its dust-shedding
qualities, is coming into revived favor
for street suits.
Tennis cloths of white wool have
large quardille bars of red, blue, brown
and dark green.
Braided jackets arc considered dressy
enough for afternoon, carriage and
Black, fawn, tan and gray gloves are
all fashionably worn with street, car
riage and visiting costumes.
Norfolk blouses and Epsom covert
coats are much worn for traveling, ex
cursions and in the country.
Invisible olive is the. la test shade ol
green for gentlemen's spring overcoats
and ladies' walking jackets.
. Dull black surahs and other non
lnstrous black silks are gaining pop
ularity for street and utility wear.
When a bonnet, is given two pairs oi
strings, one pair is of one kind of rib
bon, the other of another, but both
must be narrow to be fashionable.
Gray and pale shades of tan are the
popular colors for undressed kid gloves,
and they must have three rows of heavy
stitching on the back, and fastened
with four rather large silvered or gilt
Tennis suits are made with printed
yokes full blouse bodies belted in at the
waist line, sleeves large and loose above
the elbow, bat tight below, skirt
gored and rather short, overskirt full,
long and slightly draped.
The new cotton veilings that are sold
at prices ranging from live to six centa
the yard come in all the loveliest shades
of yellow, rose, blue, green, mauve,
heliotrope, scarlet, cream and pure
Lace and gauze fans, decorated with
water color designs, with spangles,
with silver and gold tinsel thread and
sometimes spangled with blue and
bright small steel beads that glitter
like diamonds are exquisitely mounted
on shell or smoked pearl or black
carred wood sticks X. Y. Sutu
THE SHERMAN BOOM.
Th Candidacy of the Ohio Senator Already-
InsperUed by Quarreling Kcpob
We have noticed from time to time
the progress of the Sherman boom
which was so auspiciously launched at
the Debnonico dinner of the Republican
Club a few months ago. We then
pointed out some of the unmistakable
signs going to show that there was a
disposition among the party leaders,
hitherto friends of Mr. Blaine, to drop
him and take up the banner of the
Ohio Senator. Not the least of these
indications was the very full report of
the speeches given in the columns of
the Tribune, where nothing was sup
pressed, not even the slighting allu
sions of General "Hawley to Mr. Blaine.
who was spoken of as the one man
who had caused the division of the Re
publican party, and the consequent
election of Mr. Cleveland. We should
not be surprised if the Tribune were
the open advocate of Mr. Sherman be
fore the end of the present year. The
Delmonico dinner, it will be remem
bered, made so bad an impression on
Judge West, the blind leader .of the
blind, that he wrote a letter in great
haste and heat to counteract its effects,
and to uphold the Blaine interest in
the State of Ohio.
Business is accumulating for the
Boston Journal, which has declared its
purpose to read out of the Republican
party every man ,4who can not sub
scribe to the sentiments' of Senator
Sherman's speech at Nashville. Sen
ator Hawley, of Connecticut, has a
great army of sympathizers with his
declaration that the Sherman policy of
aiding the States in the education of
Illiterate children "by liberal appropri
ations of public monev is "most
dangerous to the Republican experi
ment as our fathers understood it-'1
The St. Paul Pioneer Press character
ized the scheme which Senator Sher
man favors of as a "bill for pauperiz
ing the public schools of the United
States," and "a gigantic bit of public
plunder.' "the worst effect of which
would be to render unnecessary that
healthful activity in the several States,
in providing for the maintenance of
common schools, which has been the
vital element in all our educational
progress." At this rate, instead of the
Boston Journal reading out of the Re
publican party every body who will
not accept the educational subsidy
scheme. Senator Hawley and the
people for whom he speaks in the East,
and the St. Paul Pioneer Press and the
people for whom it speaks in the West,
will soon be disfellowshipping the
Journal for indorsing schemes of "pub
lic plunder" which threaten the per
petuity of Jhe republic. X. Y. Post.
A Way of Accounting for It: The Re
publicans AUmlt That Blaine Is Their
Strength, and Yet Fear the Democratic
On all sides it is admitted that to re
nominate Blaine would be party
suicide. Why? Surely the Maine
statesman is the embodiment of true
blue Republicanism; more magnetic
than any other man in the party
towering head and shoulders, intel
lectual 1-, above all other aspirants, is
the most popular and eager candidate
of them all, and yet, in one voice, and
with one accord, his party is in favor
of relegating him to the rear of the
procession, behind the Shermans and
the Windoms, the Culloms and the Al
lisons. It must be galling to Blaine.
There must be some reason for this
dire Republican party distress; It was
not so four years ago, nor three years
ago. At that time the woods were
full of men who could lead the party to
victory, but none more gallantly and
gloriously than Blaine. It is not so
now; the supply is not equal to the de
mand, in fact the supply appears to be
completely exhausted, and the party
appears to be completely exhausted
over its search for a candidate. Sure
ly, Blaine has done nothing since 1884,
either in a political or public way, that
would have a tendency to make him
unpopular with the people or his party.
On the contrary, he has been very cir
cumspect, and in no manner or way
has he intruded his 'peculiar views
upon his party associates or attempted
to reward friends or punish enemies.
Ostensibly he has stood aloof from the
field of politics, posing as a statesman,
and he ought to have benefited by the
retirement. We think he has. But
what of his party, how has that fared?
It can not be claimed with any de
gree of consistency that Blaineism, or
Republicanism has made any strides
toward winning back the confidence
and the votes of the people. On the
contrary Blaine Republicanism has
been a gradual loser in politics since
the first session of Congress under
Cleveland's Administration, and the
Democratic party has gained what its
adversary haa lost. The loss and the
gain accounts for Republican nervous
ness and Democratic composure
Des Moines Leader.
"We would be very glad to see
Mr. Elaine President," says the Gate
City, a Republican paper of Iowa, "but
there is no sense in knocking the life
out of the Republican party for any
caan. This notion that Mr. Blaine and
the Republican party are equal and
reversible quantities, that, like the boy
at the soda fount with his two glasses
and one glassful, you can pour Mr.
Blaine into the party and the party
into him, brought Iowa Republicanism
In four short years from over 70,000
plurality for Garfield to baroly 18,000
for Blaine. It looks as though the
minority of the American people, and
we are of the number, trust and admire
Mr. Blaine, and dot the majority of the
American people distrtut him and will
rv.' nit J or JU'm."
A STALWART MAN.
A Correspondent Tells About the "ThresV
aed Physical Decay or the President
Tlw Poor Man's Champion.
Do not waste any time in worrying
about our Democratic President. If
is all right, physically, mentally and
politically, and he means reform. I
have had the pleasure of a good hour'"
talk with him. Jr irst, as to Mr. Cleve
land's physical condition. So many
6tories have been circulated over the
country about an alarming increase in
weight that I supposed from the
amount of smoke that there must be
some fire somewhere. I have seen Mr.
Cleveland on very many occasions, but
I never saw him look so well as he did
yesterday. He- has lost rather than
jniined in flesh.
"You are well, Mr. President?' I
'Perfectly, h answered. "I never.
worked harder or felt better ir my
"But some of the Republican papers
are very solicitous about your health?'
I suggested, "and are giving the people
kilo llUJUf35IUH 4 ErUI IW IA
would find you too enfeebled fpr tho
great responsibilities of your ollice."
There was a merry twinkle in his eye
as he replied: "We'L I'm not to bo
killed off by any 'offensive partisan
ship' of that kind. As for a second
term and here he grew very serious
"that is all in the air, and I have
nothing to do with it. My time, is
taken up fully with my present duties,
and I propose to do my work in such a
way that my successor, whoever he
may be, will have nothing to undo. It
will be the business of the partyto
name their best man; that is, the man
who can best carry out Democratic
principles and policies, and the man
who can best protect and defend the .
rights of the people."
I said to the President: "Mr. Cleve
land, there seems to be a good deal ofm
interest in this Jand question just
"Yes," was his quick answer, "and
very properly, I think. It is one ol
the live questions of the" day, and cer
tainly one of the most important-' .
"The railroad corporations appear ta
be somewhat greedy," I suggested.
'Well," he said "a railroad corpora
tion should have its legal rights no.
more, no less. But the people should
b?tv their rights, also. When a real
settler I don't mean a mere landB
speculator, but a farmer who builds hia
littje house and sets about the improve
ment of the acres on which he has set
tled when such a man has legally
taken possession of his 160 acres, he
i .i. - r . i .
ougni to ieei inai me uovei uiiiKin, is
behind him. He has a right to feel
that way, and, so far as this Anminis
tration is concerned, it is clearly the
friend of the people. While as a mat
ter of course the Administration will
protect the lawful rights of . a corpora
tion as well as those of the people, still
I think it should bo specially jealoifi ol
the lights of the farmers and the
T ..rill ,m fl,n
than that and say that if by any con-
is done to the humblest farmer in Jie
farthest corner of the land, 'then tfia
law ought to be changed at once. I
am of the people. I believe in the
people, and I stand by them and with
them first, last and all the time." 2L.
Still Waving the Shirt
For the sake of politics the Inter
Ocean will have it that there is no
'new South." It insists that the same
old customs, habits and unanimousnosj
prevails there; no wspaper .discussion
are not tolerated; that guns are still
used to still the voice of political ills
sent; hatred of new ideas and-new in-"
dustries still prevail. There may ba
some truth in what the Inter Ouan
says, but not much. Every newspaper
reader in the country knows the S-jutlx
has for years been bidding for new In-a
dustries and new ideas, and that news
paper discussions are carried on and
tolerated there the same as here. II
there is no new South, then the pecpla
of tho North and the people of the '
South have been terribly deceived by th
press of the two sections of the Nation,
The Leader is inclined to tho opinion
that the Inter Ocean is deceiving'its
constituency by unqualified falsehoods.
It is waving the bloody shirt. Dca
Not Their Spokesman.
Senator Edmunds goes quite bejond
'us prerogative when he assume- to
speak for the Republicans who voted
for Mr. Cleveland in 1884 and &)-
that "as between two evils" they would
vote for him again. They would vote
for him again, certainly, as against Mr.
Blaine or any other unworthy Repub
lican, but not at all in the spirit gf
men making a choice of evils. Mr. Ed
munds should remember that while i
is understood that he quite agreed with
the Mugwumps in their estimate of the
Republican candidate in 1884. his fail
ure to exercise the right of prlfate
judgment at the polls deprives him of
the privilege of becoming the spoke--man
of those men of equal honesty and
greater courage who voted for Mr.
Cleveland. N. Y. Times.
It was high time for Mr. Blaine)
to make a trip out West if he hopes to -save
any remains of the Blaine boom.
We have already quoted the declara
tion of the St- Lonis Globe-Democrat
that the Republican party "certainly
can not" carry the election of 1888 if
it renominates the candidate of 1884.
and ihe earnest protests aaiist that
folly of such other good Republican,
papers as the Milwaukee Sentinel in
Wisconsin, the Burlington Hawkey
and the Council Bluffs Nonpareil i
Iowa. X. Y.PosL .