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iHE BARTON COUNTY BEHOCRAT. . PUBLISHED UY LASGFORD & STOKE. DEWEY LANCFORD, Editor. GREAT BEND. - - KANSAS. PALMISTRY. 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?" Life. THE OLD SETTLEE. :He Tolls Peleg "What the Wild Waves Done." "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 breath. 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 peakin' of?" "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, gmndpop?" 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' now! "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 use. 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. Western Farmer. 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. Tribune. 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 and experience. 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, Boston Budget. 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 Magazine. FASHION'S FANCIES. Xoveltles In Stylish Dress Fabrics, Gloves, Millinery and Fans. Most jackets have hoods this spring. Pasme is a new shade of aesthetic color. Claret color is revived among the reds. Bonnet strings are again made very long. 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 houses. Habit cloths take precedent of all others for covert coats and walking jackets. 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 promenade wear. 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 buttons. 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 white. 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 lira. 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. REPUBLICAN NERVOUSNESS. A Way of Accounting for It: The Re publicans AUmlt That Blaine Is Their Strength, and Yet Fear the Democratic Administration. 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 asked. 'Perfectly, h answered. "I never. worked harder or felt better ir my life.' "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 now." "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. Y. Herald. 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 Moines Leader. 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. m m 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 .