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Advertisers Prove Circulation. « THE = Minneapolis Journal Leads All the Minneapolis Papers in Advertising for January, 1901, by a Large Margin. Look at These Figures: Measurement for January, 1801. Columns Journal—Evening— 27 issues.... 1049 Tribune—Evening—27 issues... 663 Times—Morning—27 issues and 4 Sundays 915 Tribune—Morning —27 issues and 4 Sundays. 905 Why, do you ask, does The Journal carry more advertising than all tbe Minneapolis papers with their Sunday issues included (31 issues to The Jour nal's 27)? Because The Journal's circulation is not made up of morning, noon and afternoon editions and street sales; but almost it's entire circulation is it's 5 o'clock edition, which is delivered to the homes. The Journal is a great home paper. The Northwest's greatest daily, that is why advertisers get re turns. Displacing Public Business The senate will continue to displace public business which demands urgency, •u-ch as the regular appropriation bills, to discuss the shipping subsidy bill and endeavor to secure a vote upon it. Only lour weeks remain of this session, yet the champions of this demonstrably spec ial legislation, designed to strengthen the dividend-paying power of a select group of steamship owners, are clamor ing for its effectuation, which involves the outlay of $9,000,000 a year for fifteen years (they at first demanded twenty years of such payments) on the ground that our shipbuilding industry is in a decadent condition and will be annihi lated unless the treasuries of two or three existing steamship lines are fattened by an accession of cash from the public treasury. The bill is adroitly worded so that these companies are in complete readiness to take the jack pot, so to speak, and hold it. Under these circumstances, it is pro posed to let necessary public business go lor the benefit of this group who, for tified by this subsidy system, will be able to defy all competition and so discourage instead of encourage American shipbuild ing, which is now in a most promising condition, attracting a large amount of capital invested in shipyards which are constructing every grade of metal steam ships for war and peace purposes. One of the glaring fallacies of the ar guments of the subsidists Is that the farmers are to be vastly benefited by this monopoly-constructing proposition. They claim that the farmers through the length and breadth of the land are hun gering for the bill to become a law. The fact is, the vast majority of the farm journals of the country are flatly opposed to the measure. They see readily that if our manufacturers are beating the world and underselling the world on machinery and material, as they are, and are selling steel ship plates in large quantities abroad, the steamship companies ought to be able to get ships and business without vast government subsidies. They see that the story that Americans are paying some hundreds of millions in freight to foreign ship owners is false, because Americans certainly do not pay the freight on produce and merchandise ex ported to foreign countries, except in ex ceptional instances "where the shipper pays freight by special stipulation. The consignee is the party who pays the freight usually and he pays it on goods exported from this country. If the advocates of ship subsidies had proposed to stimulate American ship building by encouraging the construction of new vessels of all grades and qualities and mainly vessels for the carrying trade of American build by moderate compensa tion on tonnage actually transported, they would have met witft more encour agement than they have. But, as every sign points to a revival of freight ship construction .without taking $150,000,000 to $180,000,000 from the public funds, the monopolistic ship subsidy proposition pushed by Senator Hanna and his friends in such an unseemly, business-obstruct ing way, is under public reprobation. The public are not demanding the measure. They are not in it. The evening papers in London took a holiday Saturday and suspended publica tion for that day. Just try to think of a metropolitan daily in America missing regular publication on a great occasion like that, to say nothing of a sufficient number of "extras" to satisfy the demand for prompt information of the progress of events. The Kansas Terror That the prohibition law of Kansas is a travesty, a mockery, a pitiful failure, is evident from the fact that it is not enforced; that the traffic is in continuous activity and that the sturdy and warlike Mrs. Nation, leader in the Women's Christian Temperance Union, admits this state of lawlessness and has embarked upon a lawless crusade on her own account against the lawless. Neither Mrs. Car rie Nation nor the saloon men hold the prohibition law in respect. Of course, under the law, every saloon and liquor joint in the state is outlawed, and every such institution is illegal, but so long as the law is on the statute books, it is the duty of the constituted authori ties to enforce it and it is not the duty of private individuals to take the law into their own hands. The latter course is as lawless as the act of the Leaven worth mob the other day, taking a negro out of jail and burning the poor wretch at the stake. The authorities in Kansas are permitting Mrs. Nation to continue her riotous apostellate because they know that they themselves are lawlessly hold ing down the prohibition law and not even trying to show that it has any en forcement potentiality. They know that the law is a farce and a pretense and dead as Julius Caesar. It is axiomatic that when those in au thority have no respect for a law, the public will inevitably lose respect for such law. Lawlessness begets lawless ness. The remedy for carrienationisjm and liquor lawlessness is for the Kan sas legislature to repeal the prohibitory liquor law and enact a law which is based on rational considerations; which will concede that man is a drinking animal, with a tendency to toxics and so regu lating the traffic that they who sell in toxicants must pay heavily for the fran chise; must submit their wares to ex pert inspection to guarantee purity, so far as liquors can be pure; must sell liquor neither to minors nor to intoxi cated persons; must close up at a reasonably early hour and must have their business places bare and open to the public gaze from the street. There is more temperance in such a sys tem as this than in any prohibition law ever enacted. It is a disgrace for a state to make a flimsy pretense of morality in Its statute books while it sanctions by nonenforcement the evil which it statutorily condemns. Mrs. Nation postponed the promised hatchet crusade in Topeka till to-morrow, because of a big snow storm there. The murder shops, as she calls them, will be allowed to keep on murdering till the weather improves. Oil Inspection Fees The Journal is informed that the Hurd bill to place the oil inspection de partment on a salary basis was amended in committee and that that feature of it which provided for turning over the fees collected at present rates to the state treasury was eliminated. This was done on the ground that to undertake to turn over the fees to the state would be illegal, although it seems to have been legal to allow the inspector to have them. The fee might then be regarded in the nature of an extra tax and be successfully re sisted on the ground that the oil com panies were being made to pay an extra tax in violation of the constitution. It ap pears that the fees may be applied only to paying the expenses of Inspection. This would necessarily Imply a heavy re duction of the inspection fees, since the expenses of the department do not require the use of nearly as much money as is now collected. This relieves the present plan of al lowing fees collected in this way to be di verted to political party uses of the criti cism of being an unlawful use of state funds, as The Journal indicated; but that does not help the matter any. The fact remains that the excess of fees is a corruption fund, whether it be money that has been held out of the state treasury, or whether it be money collected as now in excess of the cost of the service rendered, and retained for personal and party ad vantage. It is just as bad to create a cor ruption and political fund in one way as another. The term corruption may sound a little harsh. If that is not approved it is sufficient to describe it as a fund cre ated for the promotion of the interests of a political party which takes advantage of its power to squeeze money out of other people to which it has no right. The reduction in fees would doubtless make no difference in the cost of the oil to the consumer, but it would relieve the re publican party of the stigma of recruiting its revenues in a manner which is certainly not calculated to stimulate the confidence of the public in the party. The remedy is to put the business on a salary basis and collect so much money in the way of fees as would be necessary to pay the expenses of inspection, and no more. This is the rule in the grain inspection department, and it certainly can be applied with equal success in the oil department. Sioux Falls can have 525,000 of Mr. Car negie's money for a library if she will put up $2,500 a year to run it. Why, cer tainly. George Schlosser will turn in that much himself if necessary. The temperance people of Kansas are be ginning to realize that in supporting Mrs. Nation they are furnishing to the lawless saloonkeeper in that prohibition state where all saloonkeeping is lawless, just the excuse he wants. If the temperance Tips MINNEAPOLIS JOURNAL. cause cannot rely on the law, but must resort to lawless methods what right have the temperance people to expect the sa loon men to have any respect for a law that is so impotent and Ineffective that even its framers and promoters cannot de pend upon it to accomplish the desired end. A Newspaper Critic The Journal publishes to-day a well | written article by a man who describes himself as a republican, and who is un doubtedly a republican in spirit, although born in a monarchy. Sometimes people born under kingly rule become more radical in their republicanism or their democracy than native-born Americans. What he writes about is the treatment of royalty in connection with the death of the Queen of England by American newspapers, and while much that he says is well said, the trouble with all this fault-finding with the newspapers is the unmistakable evidence it bears that the people who kick about it most are the people who read it the most thoroughly. If the quantity of matter pub lished about the queen and her funeral and the character of it so seriously offends our republican friend there are plenty of other things in the papers whfch he may read. The news of the world is not neglected and he may pass over the columns of "nause ating stuff" as he describes it, to the speeches of Pettigrew in the senate, or something else equally palatable. The first thing he objects to is that special notice should have been taken of the vistt of the Emperor of Germany to the bedside of his grandmother, as if it were an unusual thing for a grandson to do. It is not, of course, in the ordinary ranks of life, but when the visit of the grandson to the grandmother cannot well be disassociated from the idea of interna tional relations, at that point it becomes a matter of general interest and every act and look and word throwing any light upon the relation of grandson to his grand mother and her family has a degree of in terest for the world at large which it would be impossible to develop in the visit of any ordinary grandson to his grandmother. This explains why so much attention is given to it, and the explanation is reason able. In another instance the writer takes ex ception to the titles bestowed upon mem bers of the royal family. The terms thus employed are, of course, ridiculous in a great many cases, but they are accepted titles of common use, and while in their literal sense are often misapplied and ri diculous, are understood by the reading public and have the sanction of long usage. However, if reading of the king as "his majesty" gives the newspaper critic a pain he may introduce in the place of the of fensive term some such substitute as "his nibs." Another item which seems to have dis turbed our correspondent is the statement that the queen gave her babies their morn ing bath herself. He thinks this should occasion no comment, because most moth ers do the same thing. Sure enough, but most queens do not, and it was a dis- tinguishlng characteristic worthy of note that the Queen of of England should in this respect have differed from other queens, and is important as helping to emphasize the strong development of the domestic virtues in Victoria. But it is not necessary to follow in re view the various criticisms of newspaper reports of recent events in England. • It is sufficient to say that noting that the newspapers have printed for nUfcy a day has been read as closely and with more in- I terest than every scrap of gossip and in formation as to the life and death- of .the woman who for more than sixty years was 'recognized as the official head of the Brit ish government, and who in that light | which is said to beat upon a throne i maintained a life of'domestic and public virtue which in this hour of death has si lenced the tongues of even her most preju diced and bitterest foes politically. But that which was emphasized by this paper and by all publications whose comment we have noticed, has been not the brilliancy and achievements of Victoria as queen, so I much as Victoria as 1 woman, wife and mother, and the value set upon these vir tues is not likely to be impressed too strongly upon the public mind whether the exemplar of them be queen or peasant. ■~■.■ , • ' . A congressional reapportionment scheme ! which discriminates between districts to | the extent of 60,000. people may go through, but it cannot be defended on the ground of fairness and justice. "Grandma Green," other- The wise known as Mrs. Dorothy P . . Ward Green, lives at Trenton, fountain N }^ and i 3 proud of & we u of Youth, spent years. Mrs. Green is sound, bright and hearty and eminently youthful. When the insurance agent looks ber over he smiles, for she would be what he would describe as "a good risk." The doctor shakes his head, for there is nothing about Mrs. Green's career that tends to swell his income. Mrs. Green has not thought much about growing old. She has always had a good time and when the young folks got together and were gay and lively Mrs. Green was gay and lively, too, and added to the joyousness of the occasion. Time, passing Mrs. Green's way, ran his finger along the edge of his scythe dubiously, and passed on to look for some more gloomy, pessimistic party to mow. The other day Mrs. Green had a little attack of what she thought must be neural gia. Two of her teeth became shaky and finally came out. Mrs. Green tried several cures for neuralgia, but to no avail. Soon it became apparent that the trouble was from some other cause than neuralgia or tooth ache. Two brand new teeth, one on either side of her lower jaw, began to show them selves, and they have now grown into fairly respectable size. Mrs. Green is sprouting a new set of teeth! There's a secret here somewhere that might be worth learning. Of course, life itself never grows old. When the spirit keeps young like this, it fools nature herself and she proceeds to grow new teeth for her youthful favorite and to externalize other youthful symptoms. Here's a line of thought for The Hundred Year Club. Let's get back to causes and stop treating effects. Something was said recently In these col umns about the decadence of pumpkin pie. A Chicago pie factory is described by a vis itor thus: "The day we were there, a special run wa3 being made on pumpkin pies, and I looked in vain for any signs of pumpkin rinds. One of the foremen grinned and told me, in strict confidence, that real pumpkin was never used in pumpkin pies at present, except, possibly, in a few remote and very primitive New England villages. The substitute was a mix ture of sweet potatoes, apples and cheap flour, flavored with a chemical extract." Yet these wretches are allowed to live and pursue their favorite calling. In telling of an Englishman who had per formed some valuable service for his coun try, a London paper attempted to say: "He was knighted by Queen Victoria." But the linotype went wrong and the itea came out: "He was kicked by Queen Victoria." His family'ls highly Indignant. , It isn:t a fight that the city government is preparing to pull off here. It is a boxing contest. There 1b a story of a theological student who owned a fine bulldog. He was opposed to betting for conscientious reasons, but he was willing to "lay" |5 on his dog against all comers. About 800 ppople have come home from Africa and China to lecture on the wars. There are just enough left to hold the enemy in check until they get back, when another forward movement may be looked for. They are talking of tarring and feather- Ing Mrs. Nation. The scroundrel who lays a finger on the distinguished lady will pre cipitate one of the most gorgeous fights of modern history. King Edward is anxious to avoid, as the kaiser did, the old and frayed-out ceremonies of the coronation, it is wearing on the con stitution to be It co long and continuously. Senator Hill has let it leak out that he is not a candidate for the presidency. Neither is Fido a candidate for a nice rich bone. The University Glee club is shy of tenors. If it is impossible to make this raise, why not strike papa for two "fivers." Pretoria-We regret to report that our po3t at Soandso was captured yesterday by 2,000 Boers, etc., etc. AMUSEMENTS Foyer Chat. '■The Parish Priest," the'play which Daniel Sully will present at the Metropolitan Thurs day nlgnt, has made runs ia both New York and Boston. In the character of Futher Wha len. Mr. Sully has the greatest role of his career. The play tells a story of every-day life, in which a man sacrifices friends and happiness for ambition. The play is bubbling over with bright, clean comedy and the dramatic situa tions are interesting. Special scenery is car ried for the entire production, and the sup porting cast is a strong oue. Seats will begin selling at the Metropolitan Thursday morning for "The Belle of New York." The engagement is limited to four nights and matinee, commencing next Sun day. Of all the girls that have appeared on the boards, "The Belle of New York" is the best. There is every kind of a girl in it—tall girls, short girls, slim girls, plump girls, blonde, brunette and Titian locks, in fact, every style of beauty that can be imagined. The Alice Nielsen Opera company will, after an absence of two years, be heard again in Minneapolis on Thursday, Friday and Satur day, Feb. 14, 15 and 16 at the Metropolitan. Miss Nielsen will first present the opera which made such a great success through the country last season, "The Singing Girl." Miss Nielsen will be heard in the title role. This youthful prima donna by her delightful sing ing, finished art and youthful attractiveness in two brief years has fairly captured the country. This year she -is surrounded by an extraordinarily capable company, among the members of which are Eugene Cowles, Richie Ling, Joseph Herbert, Joseph Cawthorn, John Slavin, George Tennery, George Butler, Harry Dale and Viola Gillette. Probably on Satur day evening, Feb. 16, Miss Nielsen will revive her former success, "The Fortune Teller." For next week Manager Hays of the Bijou announces one of the stellar offerings of the season in the annual visit of Frederick Warde, the distinguished tragedian, who will present his romantic comedy by Espy Wil liams, "The Duke's Jester," which made such a hit here last season, and in which Mr. Warde is given an ample opportunity to dem onstrate his versatility. In addition Mr.Warde will be seen in several of his most artistic classical impersonations, including several Shaksperean characters. Mr. Warde is said to have the strongest supporting company he has ever had and his tour through the west has been a continuous triumph. COVERIXG BIG NEWS In the Feori'ary Home Magazine, 93 Nas sau street, New York. George Mallon tells "How a Big News Story Is Covered," sug gesting the difference between American and European nethods, by citing the fact that, when the Grand Bazar de Ctarite was burned with its human and merchandise contents in Paris in 1897, not an evening paper had any thing more about the calamity than a casual mention, or a batch of n_Vors, haphazard and misleading, retailed secondhand. It was a week before the details of the fire ap peared. While Paris evening papers ignored the catastrophe and gave much space to the laces, the New York papers the morning after the fire had frim one to three columns about It. Covering big news quickly and accurately is something the old world newspapers are not "up to" yet. Even the London papers did not get out with-the announcement of the queen's death until after it was printed in New Yont. A French editor will allow no news to interfere with his dinner. Mr. Mallon shows how the public demand for redhot news about big events is met in every respect by American newspaper genius, which is the genius for getting the news. : "An evening paper," he says, "in New York | city which cculd not appear on the streets within two hcurs after such an event as the turning of the Grand Bazar, with more news | than the Paris journals printed two days" ! later, wouli find itself hopelessly distanced |by its rivals" That is true outside as well : as inside of New York. Mr. Malloa gives details of the work of securing and arranging and printing the news of big events in morning and evening papers, illustrating what he says by showing the rapidtiy with which the story of the burning and explosion of the Tarraut drug store last year, which wrecked an acre of buildings with much c'e&truction of human life in New York, was told in the afternoon papers with illustrations of the text, the explosion hav ing ocmrni shortly after nooa. The 5:30 o'clock edition of one paper had a whole page of details about the fire. This kind of work is accomplished in the most orderly, sys tematic way on all flrst-class papers in this country, un-lsr the direction of a competent city editor, who spares neither reporters nor money to get the news, which is obtained from trustworthy sources, each reporter being assigned a certain phase of it—descrip tion of locality and building, insurance, values, owners of structures, list o* the dead and injured, incidents, etc., so that when the various reports are assembled under in telligent supervision and prefaced with a gen eral introdu-fcn by a skilled hand, the whole account read*; smoothly, without a break and the public read it before the engines have done Dlajing on the fire. A well-ordjred newspaper office is prepared for auch emergency. The previsory work in anticipation of distinguished deaths or catastrophes of every kind goes en contin ually. Events are foreseen by frequent inti raations some time before they happen The American editor is a seer of extraordinary power. J JEAN MARTIN BROWN Dear Jean, above they dreamless sleep Memory its constant vigid keeps. We must not grieve. Earth is but dust, Her gems are clay, her gold is rust. And, somewhere, for they striving soul, There lies a fair, celestial goal. Beyond the dark'ning hand of time, Midst choral symphonies sublime, There angol hands shall cull for i.hee The flowers of immortality. H. H. V. C, New York City. The Name, Pleanef Davenport Republican. When an American novelist writes a book that teaches girls hbw to be good wives in stead of heroines, we know where he can sell a copy of the work. The Panning of Pettigrrew. St. Louis Globe-Democrat. South Dakota's new republican senator re ceived a majority of 100 in the legislature. Anybody could guess Pettigrew's total vote. It was thirteen. Why He Smile*. Washington Evening Star. It is now rumored that Mr. Quay will re sign from the senate, accepting his re-elec tion as a vindication. Mr. Quay must smile at some of .he things he hears about himself. Fatefnl Number. It.ls now said that the reason Mr. Bryan declared he had retired to private life for good was that he had figured up that his vote in the north was 13. The Woes of Kantian. When Kansas is not troubled by the grass hoppers she is annoyed by tb» oolitleal Iranian New York Daily Letter. BUREAU OF THE JOURNAL, No. 21 Park Row. Khhlilouk In I'liueruU. Feb. 4.- Funerals !n New York city are to outsiders about the most surprising events in the metropolis. Of all the many phases of city life that strike a person coming from places whore existence moves on more quietly, the funerals come probably first in order. To one accustomed to the gentle reverence of the south and of Europe, ceremonies here are little less than a horror. To see a funeral here for the first lime is to wonder fearfully what may be the condi tions of life where death itself can claim little if any reverence. To a person coming from a state or country where the living who loved and respected the dead lay their friend in the grave with all the tenderness man can show in the presence of the great mystery, the impression is an exceedingly harsh one, for here with millionaires, as well as with paupers, it is a case of "rattle his bones over the stones." A sojourner, in the course of time, may become blunted to the spectacle. No longer will he find his hand involuntarily rising to uncover his head at the sight of a hearse as is the custom in many places. Nevertheless, there are many place 3in New York where the burial of the dead is a rite requiring time and demanding respect. Mulberry Bend, the greatest of the three Italian quarters, is not ordinarily re garded as a stronghold of sentiment, yet there a wanderer will frequently find himself entangled in the wide-spreading mc?shes of an Italian funpral conducted just as across the water. There will be a band solemnly play ing the "Dead March," from Saul, then the hearse with its flowers, and finally a long procession of men tramping in the middle of the road, regardless of trucks and street cars. i'lnu Incident*!. Martin Keese, the veteran janitor of the rlty hall, fearful of his position under the frivolous and erratic Mayor Van "Wyck. has, since the death of the late Queen Victoria, been guarding a couple of city hall keys as though they were the contents of the sub treasury in Wall street. These keys admit their bearer to the cupola of the city building, and without them no one can reach the hal yards which control th* city hall flag. During the agitation over the mayor"s action in flaunting the flag at the top of the stalf since the death of the queen, Mr. Keese has been constantly on the lookout to prevent any one from getting to the flag and lowering it to half mast. On Saint Patrick's Day a few years ago a little incident happened which impressed itself very forcibly on Mr. Keese's memory. As he values his position as jani tor, he wishes to obey tlie mayor and r.ot have the Saint Patrick's Day affair repeated with variations. There was almost a riot ever the incident referred to. when some person who, it was said, was a newspaper man look ing for a good story, reached the cupola just before the parade of the Irish society was due at the city hall. He lowered the flag, re versed it union down, the recognized signal of distress, and then hoisted it at half mast. He took time to tie the halyards fsst, and the paraders discovered the peculiar ilisplay of colors just as the head of the procession swung to the plaza for review by the mayor. Feeling themselves insulted by the mayor, the Irishmen scrambled to the roof to right the flag, but it was a full quarter of an hour before they could get it straightened out. Meanwhile the police were kept busy restrain ing the paraders from 3torming the hall. You "Will Hear of Her. I Books, papers and pictures of the late queen } will be fairly flooding this country for a [ couple of years to come. In fact, everything i relating to the life and reign of the queen is to-day in the greatest demand by American publishers. Editors of the magazines and periodicals have for weeks been unearthing all the old manuscripts on the subject that j their files possessed, while hack writers, as | well as thos<? men whose nanips are worth I paying for as advertisements nre being be j sieged to write personal recollections'of the | queen, her family, her coronation, her mar | riage and her jubilee. For all this portraits I are needed, and the more uncommon the more i valuable they are to the publishers. Prices 1 have gone soaring, especially as belated col i lectors are also out after the prizes, and as the latter are willing to pay any sort of a price for a picture they want or thing they | need, a harvest is In prospect for the shrewd ■ dealers here who have hec-n accumulating j pictures ever since the day.of the jubilee. A local dealer who has been putting out a.ll of his profits for the last three years in Victorian pictures, practically cleaned the '■ London market of the most desirable and j valuable engravings and etchings. Since the I death of the queen these pictures have mi i creased In value over 100 per cent. The Use of Opiates. Opiates as an alleviator of every-day cares and tribulations and a stimulant to jaded and oft tardily rewarded ambitions, are unfortu nately becoming more and more in demand by members of the hard-working theatrical profession. It does not seem to matter whether the victim hides behind the grinning mask of comedy or the somber-visaged sym bol of tragic endeavor. One of theinoat pop ular farcical comedians now in vogue Is a confirmed cocaine fiend, and there is a fervid and forceful tragic actor of.even greater re nown who cannot screw his courage to the acting point until he has toyed with the bane ful hypodermic and jabbed his arm full of morphine. As for the confirmed chloral drinkers, the consumers of strychnine tab lets and smokers of green pills and pellets, they are legion, irrespective of sex or profes sional status. One of the prettiest and most extensively photographed chorus girl divini ties is a mass of hypodermic scars, and an other, whose pictures are sold in London and Paris as well as on Broadway, is as pallid as a corpse from the habitual use of opiates. Unnatural nerve tension, irregular hours and erratic modes of life are chiefly responsible for the steady growth of this wretched course. Collapse comes quickly when nature has been abused beyond a certain limit, but the real cause is seldom disclosed. Nervous prostra tion and overwork are hackneyed terms that cloak a multitude of grosser evils. A New Bolivar. The equostrian statue of Bolivar, once one of the particularly offensive freaks of Central Park statuary, was removed just before the death of the sculptor. But the pedestal, with the date of the birth and death of the South American liberator, remains. The circle where it etands, at about Eighty-fourth street, is a resort for a lot of young lads from the private schools in the vicinity, who use the park as a playground. Recently one of these little fellows, wearing an overcoat of cadet gray cut in the approved army fashion, found a new use for the pedestal. Assisted by his fellows, he had clambered to the top of the big granite pedestal, and perched there, to their amusement and delight, he did a song and dance with intervals of broadsword exer cise. It was great fun for the boys and for the maids and governesses who were taking their charges about the park for exercise. Only the untimely arrival of a policeman put an end to the sport of the lad, who posed as Bolivar in all sorts of grotesque attitudes, none, perhaps, more erratic than the pose of the bronze that has been melted down as old metal. _x. N . A . OTHER PEOPLE'S OPIMOXS Royalty and Republics by a Re publican. To the Editor of The Journal: Queen Victoria is dead and buried. The good old lady, who for more than sixty years occupied the high social position of queen of England and for a great part of that time was also known as "empress of India," has been laid to rest in the bosom of Mother Earth, which is the destination of every one of us. Since she died about two weeks ago, and even before she died, every newspaper in the civilized world has been filled with bio graphical sketches of the dead "sovereign," detailed accounts of the death-bed scene at Osborne, speculations as to how much she left of worldly possessions, column after col umn extolling the high virtues of the deceased both aa a woman and as a "ruler," maudlin gush about the "exceptional filial devotion" shown by the German emperor, because he took the trouble to go to his grandmother's bedside when she was expected to die. If one is to judge from the sickening, nauseating dispatches printed even in American news papers about the emperor, It would seem that he is the only man who ever was known to travel 500 miles to see a dying relative. If the American people have still any of the good old democratic spirit left, there must be a great demand for a powerful antidote just to cure that "tired feeling" and sicken- MONDAY TTvnNING, FEBBTTARY 4, 1901. The Jailer's Daughter FROM A COLdNIAL'S DIARY. (Copyright, 1901, by A. S. Richardson. Captured at last, and tor the sake of a woman! Every loyalist in the city of Charleston was rejoicing on that January day of 1781. I was a scout for Light Horse Harry Lee. I had hung round every British camp in the Carollnas. and had entered the city of Charleston almost as I pleased. So often had bullets rained upon me to no purpose that certain people whispered of pro tection from the vil One. So often had I been pursued without avail that tales of Devil's magic grew apace. I was more than rebel to the British. A price was on my head, living or dead. Scouts, squads and even squadrons had been sent on my trail, and still I lived for two years and a half to carry information to Lee>. Nay, my news even traveled further—to Marion and Morgan and Greene—and led to many a heavy blow for the patriot cause. It was a simple thing, my capture. For three, days I had moved about the city without fear or challenge. On this night, as I was making for the house of one I could trust, I saw two soldiers in red uniform seize a woman and drag her into a doorway. With her cries ringing in my ear, there was no time to think of conse quences. I went at the fellows with due vigor. One I laid out, the other ran for cover. Their captive, a lithe and pretty maiden of perhaps 18, had come to no harm. In her great fright she tarried not for thanks, but was out of sight in a moment. I had started on my way, thinking little of the matter, when I came face to face with the military patrol. The fellows were half drunk, and while they mauled me about, they discovered that I was disguised. One thing followed another until my identity was established. Of the trial I have nothing to say. I was a spy and they even found tell-tale pa pers upon my person. I was as good as sentenced before they called my name. I made no protest against the verdict. A nasty half hour followed in my cell, when my man hood seemed to slip from my grasp. Then I was once more my old Self and could look the matter squarely in the face. My trial had brought forth nothing about the events which led up to my capture. I was glad that the girl was not dragged into the case. It could not have saved my neck, and it would have meant for her unpleasant gossip. , On the third day after my sentence, at the hour of the evening meal my cell door was opened by a new hand. The girl of that, for me, fatal adventure stood be fore me. As the most dangerous Spy in Lee's service, I had been placed under un usual restraint. I was chained to the wall of the city Jail, and had neither bed nor chair, but must sleep where I sat. Truly no graceful position to receive a lady in whose cause I had once drawn sword. The girl placed the food beside me, and stood silent for a moment, looking down Into my face. "Yes, you are the man I have to thank. I suspected as much when I heard—So, because you saved me from those villains, you are to hang!" "I did no more than any man would do," I replied, "and if the act betrayed me to my enemies, 'twas no fault of yours. 'Tis more than strange that we meet here." "Nay—not strange. The girl you saved is the daughter of your jailer. Sometimes I am called upon to assist in the work. lam here because—l wished to know if you were the man who came to my aid. And in four days you are to be hanged?" I tried to shrug my shoulders with the proper amount of carelessness. " 'Twere kinder if to-morrow were the day." She looked about the cell as if fearful of its very shadows. Then she looked back at me, and I saw the struggle in her face. Swiftly she stepped to the door and listened intently. Then she bent over and whispered: "I am a loyalist—the daughter of a loyalist—but I shall help you to escape. The king owes you no clemency, nor does my father know that you raised your arm to deiend his daughter. It is for me to pay the debt—alone. Listen: Were I the king I would lash all rebels into allegiance. But I will pay my debt—because I would not be beholden to a rebel. At this same hour to-morrow evening I will return." And she was gone. Pain would I have detained her for further information. I could not understand the woman. For love or pity, a woman will risk life to save a man from death. But would a girl, in whose bosom reigned only contemptuous grati tude, risk danger? Nay! Yet I wronged her. The next night, with my supper, she brought a bundle con taining a cap, a coat, a pair of shoes, such as negroes wore, and a curly wig. "Eat while you put these on," she commanded, unlocking the chains which bound me to the wall. As a spy I had oftimes assumed the garb, gait and speech of a negro, and with the bit of charcoal she brought the disguise was perfect. A few seconds later 1 followed her down the corridor. The jailer's residence connected with the jail, but the avoided her home. We met several turnkeys, and at the gate, as we passed through, soldiers idled. But the boldness of her trick carried the day. The jail stood on a large commons, and when we had crossed this open space we found a negro holding two horses. As we approached him, the girl turned to me re marking: "I am riding to my aunt's—ten miles away. You will ride after me." When w« were stopped later by a patrol, the officer held the girl several moments to converse with her. I blamed him not. She was fair to look upon. And while I waited upon her movements, I overheard from the conversation of two private sol diers that Tarleton, the British cavalry leader, was preparing to move into the in terior in search of a small force under Morgan. At this, all the old spirit of adventure, the scouting instinct, rose fiercely within me. I forgot my debt of gratitude to the girl riding before me. There was but one maddening thought in my brain—l must reach Morgan's camp without delay. Two miles beyond the point where we were stopped by the patrol, the road branched. We were swinging along at a gallop, the girl facing forward with never a glance at me, as if the very sight of my face was hateful to her. When we reached the crossroads I turned my horse's head suddenly, dug the spurs into his flanks and dashed forward for Morgan's camp. The girl had been at least fifty feet ahead, and I thought I had outwitted her. But ere I had covered a mile hoof-beats sounded behind me. Then a redhot iron pierced my shoulder, and on the soft night breeze rang a pistol's report. My horse faltered, then stopped. When the jailer's daughter reached my side I was reeling in the saddle. But she was mad with rage, and lifting her empty pistol she struck me with it, crying: "Rebel! Thief! Spy! And this is your gratitude!" A mere bullet in the shoulder, and I blush to own it, but I swayed from side to side, fought hard to recover myself, and finally fell out of the saddle in a miserable heap. The girl gave a quick cry of alarm. The next instant she was at my side, crying to heaven to forgive her for wantonly taking the life of another. Her tones, rendered womanly and tender by her fright, acted like a stimulant. I sat up, and with my head resting dizzily on my hands, tried to think—not of the girl, nor of myself, but of Mor gan and the danger which threatened him. I was over bold and to this day I know not what possessed me to suggest it, bur in a few moments I was urging her to take my place and carry the warning to Mor gan. Whether it was my very boldness, or the fact that she was remorseful for hav ing struck me down in cold blood, I know not. but even while she berated me and reviled me and threatened me with return to the jail and the hangman, I saw she was wavering. I heard of It many days afterward—how in the gray of the morning, a maiden with unkempt locks and hard, dry eyes rode into Morgan's camp and bore a message j from Lee's famous spy. And she was proud. She would neither rest among rebels. ; nor eat of rebel fare, though she had ridden twenty hard miles. Then she turned her horse's head and rode back to the crossroads, but she did not stop to see a wounded man who was waiting for night to fall again, that he might ride to friendly cover. And Morgan, with his nine hundred ragged followers, drew away from his camp j and took a stronger position. Hardly was this accomplished when Tarleton's legion. | brave in scarlet coats and flashing arms, was upon him. The result of that meeting lis writ in history. Fighting against odds of two to one, the patriots won, and sent , back to Charleston word of great carnage to the redcoats. Tarleton escaped with the j remnant of his legion, but so humiliated that his prestige was forever laid in the dust. The years went by and peace brooded over the land. I- had carried many more important messages than the one which I sent to Morgan by a woman, and I had earned substantial reward. But ever before me there seemed to ride, a woman's figure, very proud, very straight. Her head turned neither to the right nor the left, but I loved to watch the dream-figure by day and by night. Then the day came when I went back to Charleston as any peaceful citizen might do. I had an errand in that city. I was not a middle-aged man. nor ill to look upon and I was well fixed to provide for this jewel of my dreams. She knew me, and read my errand ere I opened my lips. But in her face was only disdain: "Aye, we have peace—and liberty. But lam still a loyalist, and I have no word of welcome for a rebel!" I saw her no more. She had paid her debt, but in so doing she had taken from me that which I could never regain. Yet the little figure on the horse still rides before me in my dreams, and 1 smile in my sleep. That memory she cannot steal from me. ing nausea caused by reading all this stuff about "her imperial majesty," "his majesty," "the international grief," "nations in mourn ,ing," "the touphlng deathbed scene," "his majesty the emperor's tears," "his majesty the king's cablegram to a jockey," "the royal | dog kennels draped in black cheesecloth," etc., etc. Such a head'aehe! It Is far from being my intention to detract one syllable from any sensible utterance spo ken in praise of the dead queen. That she was a good woman everybody knows and be lieves, but there are millions of old ladies | in this world who have led just as virtuous I lives and with a good many material disad | vantages and sacrifices that a queen never I heard of, and nobody seeme to think it so "wonderful." Why shouldn't a woman be good and virtuous? The fact that Queen Victoria managed to live eighteen years with I her husband without—as far as anybody knows—breaking any rolling pins across his cranium, is seriously recorded in the news papers as something so remarkable that from one to five columns is devoted to it. I know i of old couples who have lived together in peace and happiness over sixty years, and no body seems to have fits over it. That Queen Victoria actually used to give her own babies their morning bath is mentioned again and again as* something so wonderful that those of us who are not initiated in the mysteries of domestic life are led to believe her the only woman who ever performed such menial services for her own youngsters. The fact that she actually was able to save money and become wealthy on an income of some $3,000,000 a year, is duly labeled as con vincing proof of her "phenomenal business ability." I venture to say that ninety-nine average women out of a hundred would do just as well under the same circumstances millions of dollars' worth of non-taxable property, $3,000,000 a year and the best coun sel that money can hire to manage affairs. Be honest, now, wouldn't they? We are all the creatures of accident. Queen Victoria's soul might have strayed into the body of a peasant child instead of a royal princess, and it is just as ridiculous to give , anybody credit and praise because accident made them rich and prominent as it is to make a deity out of a person just because he happened_to be born in a log cabin, although the log cabin has produced greater men and women than the palace. 1 1 believe in a bond of sympathy betwe«n the nations of the world, because I believe in universal peace; and I also believe iv show ing respect to the persons of emperors and kings, living or dead, not because they are born "royal," but because they represent or did represent a nation of our fellow men; an insult to the King of England ia an insult to the British nation as long as he represents that nation as the head of its government. But don't let us forget that we are citizens of a republic, citizens of the first modern re public, who broke away from the infamous theory as to the so-called "divine rights ' of kings. We have no right to hate kings personally; they cannot help their exalted position; but as citizens of a republic, it is not becoming for us to show any admiration for monarchi cal institutions and to wallow the carpets their "majesties" walk over. The press of this country should be fore most in the ranks of those who stand for the principles of government by the people. Th» president of a republic, who is the choice of a free people, is and ought to be entitled to higher honors from us than a monarch who hold 3 his position at the point of the bayonet, and who has the audacity to assert that God Almighty placed him where he is, and that consequently his person is "sacred." Such rot is an insult to twentieth century intelli gence. There is no excuse for an American news paper tottpply the word "majesty" to any hu man being. Only God and nature are majes tic. But it is an odd fact, nevertheless, that American newspapers are far more liberal in using those ridiculous terms than the servile and king-ridden pre.ss across the water. The young generation, which is reading all this drivel, will grow up to believe our repub lican institutions inferior to monarchy, and will long for an emperor in Washington with all the traditional trimmingl:, annuity-draw ing idlers in the shape of princes and prin cesses, and all the rest of the royal parasites who allow the "common" people to toil for them. When an emperor, king or queen, dies, let the news be told In a respectful manner, and if there is anything good to be said about the deceased, let people know it, but don't let us have any more of this crooked-back worship and insincere toadyism. It is unworthy of American citizens, whose only accepted king and sovereign is the Supreme Ruler of the Universe. We don't believe in "royalty." —J. A. % J. Grover Ajax. Cincinnati Enquirer. Mr. Grover Cleveland is getting rather reckless about lightning. Isolated. New York Sun. Senator Wellington of Maryland seems to h« tba Man without a Party.