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Lol already a fern new bom
Curls in the hedgerow hln mimic born,
And the primrose hourly edges aside
Tfc# leafy driftage of wintertide
Far in the vale, where the woods are still,
Stands a delicate daffodil
Hasting brooks In the prime of the year
Murmur merrily—April's here,
With gentle rains and westerly vanes.
Buttercup buds and daisy chains.
Between moist meadow and sunlit sky
The sad-voiced plover is circling high:
Sudden and loud through larch and flr
Rings the laugh of the woodpecker
And the wagtail flirts his plumage pied
In snatches of flight by the waterside
Garden voices that late were dumb
Whistle and warble—a time will come
For shade of leaves and pillage of
•heaves
And swallows a-twitter in last year's
eaves.
Lol she comes, In the old sweet ways,
The happy April of other days,
Bfelden April, merry of mien,
Trips afield In the meadow green
Blck or sound, or sorry or glad,
Ottsr It, eoho It, lass and lad,
Lad and lass In the youth of the year
H)cho It, utter It—April's here
Then comes May, pleasure and play,
Holiday-dance and roundelay.
—Armine Thomas Kent.
Was It a Miracle?
"Stranger, do you believe In mira
cles?" I looked up from my newspaper,
the columns of which I liad been list
lessly scanning and encountered the
gaze of the speaker. I saw before me
a man about 40 years of age. He had
a bluff, open face and his hair was
streaked with gray. He wore the reg
ulation uniform of the railway, and 1
recognized In him the ticket agent,
telegraph operator, et cetera, of the
station In which I was walling for my
train.
I had Unlshed my business In llie
town some two miles away, and, as I
had nothlug to do until the train ar
rived, 1 was not at all averse to chat
ting with him.
"That depends entirely upon what
you consider a miracle," I replied,
throwing aside my paper.
"I don't know that 1 can exactly
explain what I mean, but I believe
that the event I am thinking of might
be called one,"
Of course 1 expressed a desire to
know what he referred to, imagining
that he had a story to relate to me.
"Well," he remarked by way of an
Introduction, "it isn't often I tell this
story, but to-night I feel Just like It.
Perhaps the fact that the events oc
curred exactly seven years ago may
account for the inclination.
"It was Just such a day as this the
air was cold enough to make a fire
seem comfortable, while at the same
time It was not at all disagreeable out
of doors.
"At that time I was employed at the
lame Job I am now. There was of
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work to do In those days
this region has rapidly Increased lu
population during the last few years.
"But this does not Interest you so
I will Are up and start on my run
with a full head of steam.
"Six miles west of here lies the town
of Bartson ten miles to the east, Daw
son. This Is the only station between
the two.
"It was exactly this time of day,
half past Ave, when my sounder com
menced clicking away at my call. For
some reason I did not respond at once
when I did, I received the following
startling message:
'Wild engine headed your way—Old
Tartar. Ditch her.'
"The message was from the operator
at Bartson, and In plain English meant
that the engine known as the Old Tar
tar had by some means or other start
ed off without any one on board, and
wob headed In this direction. *To ditch
an engine Is to open switch', thus
allowing It to run on to a siding where
It at last leaves the track and prob
ably goes over on its side. Of course
the engine Is badly smashed If not com
pletely ruined, but It Is the only safe
course to adopt
"There was but one siding suitable
for the purpose, the others having more
or less cars on them. The switch was
about a hundred yards down the track
In the direction of Bartson.
"It was evident to me that the Old
Tartar muBt have passed Bartson when
they commenced calling me, and as
wild engines generally travel pretty
fast, I foresaw that I had not any too
much time In which to carry out my
Instructions.
"I will mention one more fact an
accommodation train was due from the
East InBlde of half an hour.
"You may believe I did not lose much
(lme In leaving the depot and heading
for the switch. I had not taken half
a dozen steps when I heard a dull roar
of but momentary duration. That told
me as well as words could that the Old
Tartar had crossed Mud River bridge,
less than quarter of a mile away.
"I can get over the ground at a fair
rate of speed when necessary, and I
considered that one of the occasions.
I had traveled considerably more than
half of the distance when, glancing up,
I saw the Old Tartar shoot around the
curve at the top of the grade which
ends at this station. It was a race
between myself nnd that engine, with
the switch as the objective point.
"Apparently I was sure of winning,
but I realized that I had no time to
spare.
"I had nearly reached the switch
when I stumbled and fell. Not more
than Ave seconds were lost, yet I fail
ed. I was In the net of scrambling to
my feet when the Q11 Tartar rushed
past me like a whirlwind. I realized
that I had missed her, but I did not
bemoan my luck. There was not time
for that, as the operator at Dawson
must be warned immediately.
"I rushed back to the station and
called him up. lie responded immedi
ately, and I forwarded to him the mes
sage I had received but a moment be
fore. Back came the reply:
'Too late the accommodation left
five minutes ago.'
"Perhaps you can Imagine what my
feelings were when I received that an
swer! A collision which would surely
result In the loss of life seemed Inevit
able nothing short of a miracle could
avert It. I blamed myself for the
whole thing. If I had answered the
call Immediately, I should have suc
ceeded In ditching the Old Tartar. I
seemed to be standing on the verge of
a precipice over which I feared every
moment to fall. I only came to myself
when I heard a rumble, and, looking
down the track toward Dawson, saw
the headlight of an engine. A moment
afterward the accommodation pulled up
at the station.
"1 lost no time lu approaching the
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THE SACRED COW OF INDIA.
Scene In a Calcutta Street Where the Cow Is Permitted to Best.
To tbe Hindus, who make up the great bulk of the population of India,
the cow Is a snored auimal, and many of the disturbances which break out
between tbe Hindus and Mohammedans are due to tbe fact that the latter
utterly disregard this Hindu revcrence for the anlmnl. Recently In Calcutta
tbe police authorities, out of deference to this sentiment of tbe Hindus, issued
orders forbidding Mohammedans sacrificing cows. As a result, tierce rioting
occurred and much difficulty was experienced in restoring order. The Hindus
and Molmmmednns are always at variance, nnd were it not for tbe strong
arm of British authority, the former, who are submissive nnd peacefully In
clined, when their religious sentiments are not interfered with, would be
slaughtered by the latter.
The Hindu reverence for the cow often leads to peculiar situations.
Wherever the cow chooses to rest it is permitted by the Hindus to stay, for
they would never think of disturbing it. Our illustration, taken from the
Illustrated London News, Bhows a cow at rest In one of the streets of Cal
cutta. The pious Hindu would never think of compelling it to find another
resting place, even if It blocked traffic a who'e day.
conductor for tbe purpose of learning
how the collision had been averted. To
my surprise, he "had no knowledge of
the Old Tartar's being 'wild.' He con
sidered me a fit subject for an Insane
asylum, and did not hesitate to tell me
so. I even began to doubt my own
sanity.
"A message of inquiry was forward
ed to Bartson, and the following reply
received:
'Illnes was ordered to ditch the Old
Tartar. Did he do it?'
"Not one of us could offer any ex
planation until suddenly the conductor
exclaimed:
REM AKKABLE PADDLE WHEEL.
New Device Feathers the Water
Like an Oonriman'* Blade.
An automatic feathering wheel for a
paddle-driven steamboat has been in
vented and perfected by W. N. Cruch
on of Seattle, who has patented the
Invention. The new wheel has an au
tomatlc tilting contrivance, so that the
buckets enter and leave the water
without depressing or lifting it in the
operation. The new. buckets are
shaped corresponding to a spoon oar,
which enables them to exert a great
er force in propelling the vessel. By
means of lateral wings on the outer
edge they are able to enter the water
with the least resistance, and held by
a stop pin while the pressure Is exert-
NEW rADDLE WHEEL.
od, when an automatic spring releases
them and they assume their former in
operative position.
The concave form of the bucket cre
ates greater pressure against the wa
ter. The position of the buckets while
out of the water and moving concentric
with the wheel shaft edgewise through
the air diminishes air resistance. The
manuer In which the buckets enter the
water edgewise avoids the loss of pow
er involved In the downward pressure
of the water. The automatic tilting of
the buckets leaving the water throws
off the back wash and eliminates dead
weight. All Jar or concussiou frotn
the buckets entering and leaving the
water is avoided. In starting the wheel
without a load the buckets are only
thrown Into working position by Its
moveraeut either forward or back.—Se
attle Times.
A woman, who has buried one bus
band. separated from a second, and
lives unhappily with a third, doesn't
usually think very well of the men.
If an actress Is called an old stager
It's enough to make her fussy.
—WW*
PARDONS GOEBEL SUSPECTS.
Gov.
'She must have jumped the track!'
"Such proved to be tbe case. The
Old Tartar was found at the foot of
an embankment about a mile and a
half east of this station. Near by were
found several ties, most of them pretty
well smashed up.
"You doubtless wonder how tills ex
traordinary thing happened. It was
explained about a year later by Pete
Scully, a member of a notorious gang
of outlaws who bad infested this re
gion. It seems that they had planned
to 'hold up' the accommodation train.
They had lanterns, et cetera, with
which to signal the train but fearful
that the engineer would recognize them,
they placed several ties on the track,
so that if he failed to heed the signal
his train would be derailed.
"They had Just finished operations
when the Old Tartar appeared on the
scene. She knocked the ties a-flylng,
but they did their work, for she jumped
the track and rolled down the embank
ment. Fifteen minutes later the ac
commodation passed that very spot un
molested. The gang had decided that
under the circumstances It would be
best not to 'hold up' a train,
"That was the Old Tartar's last run.
And now, stranger, that you have heard
tbe story, I want you to answer the
question: Was it a miracle?"—Waver
ley Magazine.
WIHnou
tilves Clemency to Men
liultctert for Old Crime.
The lssunuce by Gov. Wlllson of
Kentucky of pardons to W. S. Taylor,
ex-Governor, Charles Finley, ex-Secre
tary of State, and other persons in
dicted for complicity In tbe murder of
William Goebei writes the final chap
ter in the story of a remarkable po
litical tragedy. It terminates the ef
fort on the part of the State authorities
-to solve the mystery of a crime which
has left a deep imprint on Kentucky
life.
The murder of William Goebei took
place on Jan. 30, 1900, when Kentucky
was on a verge of an Internecine con-
FOBMEB QOVEBNOR TAVLOH.
flict over the outcome of hotly-con
tested election between William Goebei,
Democrat, and Wl'Jlbin S. Toylor, Re
publican. Taylor was elected by many
thousands. Goebei contested the elec
tion vigorously. An appeal to a Demo
cratic election board proved unavailing.
As a last resort, Goebei moved to have
the Legislature unseat Taylor and his
colleagues. During the eusuing excite
ment, while hundreds of mountain men
were in Frankfort, Goebei was shot.
The next day, by direction of the Legis
lature, William Goebei on his death
bed was sworn in as Governor and J.
C. W. Beckhnui took the oath as Lieu
tenant Governor. Then during the In
vestigation of the murder that followed
W. S. Taylor, Charles Finley, Ills Sec
retary of State, and the rest of his ac
tive partisans were obliged to flee.
Caleb Powers was arrested in con
nection with the crime, and was four
times convicted for the murder, but
Just as often the Judgment was re
versed, till he was Anally pardoned
lost year by the Governor.
Taylor found an asylum In Indiana
since his flight. One after another of
the Indiana Governors have refused to
give him up, and he has been able to
ilefy his enemies In Kentucky. Mean
while the Democratic majority in Ken
tucky chose its own Governor, and Mr.
Beckham, who was the candidate for
Lieutenant Governor on the ticket with
William Goebei, was first chosen by the
Legislature, and afterward elected by
the people chief magistrate.
Beside the pardons Issued to Tay
lor and Finley, Gov. Wlllson exercised
executive clemency In the enses of
John Powers, brother of Caleb Powers,
who Is lelleved to be In Honduras, to
Holland Wliittaker of Baker County,
John Davis of Louisville nnd Seach
Steele of Bell County, who did not fleo
the State.
Fa.t Flnfrer Tulk.
A deaf and dumb person who is fair
ly expert at linger language can speak
about forty-three words per minute.
In the same space of time a person In
possession of speech will probably
speak 130 words.
Cunndn.
Canada neeils only 237.000 square
miles to be as large as the whole con
tinent of Europe. It is nearly thirty
times as large as Great Britain and
Ireland.
WoNird Knorjcy.
"Nursln' a grouch," Kami I'ncle Bben,
"Is like lH'gcli-tln' de tlowers an' veg
etables nil' puttlif hi yoli time tendin'
de weeds."—Washington Star.
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Sirfs
His Mother.
We alt In one big oharlr, for mother's
little,
And rock and talk, all in the fire
light's glow
She pats my hands, perhaps you think
it's funny.
It's somehow easier to visit bo.
She loves to read the very books that
I do.
That tell of Laucelot, and all the
rest
She thinks that Charlemagne was such
a hero.
But maybe Baivard. bravest knight,
'J was best.
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She knows about the school, and what
I study
She likes the boys, remembers nick
names, too.
I tell her everything that I am doing—
Why, 'bedtime oomes before we're
nearly through!
She's glad that I'm a boy, and grow
ing taller.
She isn't sorry that miy hair does
curl.
My mother is not like a grown-up
lady
I'm sure she always seems just like
a girl.
—(All* Thorn.
THE MUMP PARITY.
Rutihle was guiding Flora's band as
she wrote. Flora could write almost
a* well as her little another. She
carefully spelled out "Grandma" on
one side of the slip of paper, itolded
the paper and poked It through the
key-hole of grandma's -door. Then
Ruthle knocked three times.
"Blefcs ime," cried grandma, "there's
the postman. I see I have a letter."
'It's an invitation," explained
Ruthle, running with the paper to
grandma's chair. "It's a mump party
for Flora, because she feels so bad
ly not to go to her cousin Dorothy's
real party this afternoon." Flora's
throat was tied up In flannel, so was
Ruthle's.
''Mump parties are the best kind
for lame old ladles," said grandma,
with a kiss as thanks for her Invita
tion.
Ruthle flow away to get ready. Back
she came with Flora dressed In her
prettiest gown. Then came tfoe best
tea-set used only on state occasions.
'We're going to 'have something
very nice because Flora's so disap
pointed," Ruthle said as she set out
tbe dishes on grandma's table.
"There's going to 'be sugar In milk
for tea, and animal crackers!"
"Then_l shall 'have to put on' my
best Mack silk apron," decided gfand
ma.
Ruthle jumped up.and clapped her
hands. "She's, thinking It's time for
the animal crackers," she cried.
It was queejr they had not guessed
sooner. Flora %a4 'been staring at the
heaped-up -plite on the taible all the
while.
Tlhen something (happened. .The
door opened, and In caime naamma
with a big dish oovered with a nap
kin. A card on the top read, "For
the mump party." Under the nap
kin were little chocolate cakes, maca
roons, ana bonbons. "Something for
Flora from Dorothy," said mamma.
Ruftlhile hipped on one foot with de
light, and hugged mamma and grand
ma and Flora. 'She poured out the
milk tea, and they ate first the ani
mal crackers, then the macaroons and
chocolate cakes, and snapped the bon
bons.
"Guess what Flora thinks now,
grandma," said Ruthle as ahe tied a
pink bonbon cap on^grandma's head. I ,butter
•Ton't you -know? Why dhe thinks
mirmn numita oi a 'mAnf n.
mump parties are "most as good as
really ones."—Ethel -S. Yftung, In the
Christian Register.
A RAINY-DAY JOURNEY.
"Why, dearies," said Aunt Bertha,
as she came into the nursery and
found the three children with solemn
little -faces pressed agatnst the rain
spattered wlndowpane, -"have you yet
to learn that it can ibe sunny with
in if It Is rainy outside"?"
"If this wa® the last day of .your
vacation, and it had rained most ev
ery day, I guess you wouldn't *aiy
that," said Bobby, the eldest of the
trio.
"When I was ten y?ars old, I pre
sume I wouldn't have Bald so," replied
"Aunt -Bertha, ''but ,have learned since
that we can (make the sun shltie for
us almost always If we are only will
ing to try. How would 'you all like
to go on a pleasure trtp?" She was
smiling brightly.
"iKj the rain?" asked the three, In
surprise. "Wlhy, Aunt 'Bertha! HoVv
could we go olit?"
"Oh, the rain won't affect us In the
least. We. shall not even need rub
bers or umbrellas," she answered,
laughing. "You may iput on your rub
ber 'boots^ Bobby, .'Ind run over and
ask your playmates to come and travel
with lyou, if you -yrlsh."
Bobby looked rather doubtful, bmt
he went, and soon five children were
watching aunty- stitch up four long
strips of brown paper on the .machine.
This She divided into five booklets.
Next ahe (brought a pile of old maga
zines, several pairs of scissors, and
some paste and brushes.
"•Now," he said, "you may all trav
el Just where you •wish* These mag
azines are full of pictures taken In
Interesting countries aft over the
world. Wherever you decbie to visit,
just find all the pictures yau can that
have any connection with the place,
and paste themi In lyour little books,
and you will have much Of the plea
sure and excitement of a real jour
ney, with none of dts dflvigers and
dlwomforU. I will you for
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ttle while now, and when I come
,ack I shall expect to find you all
iome again, safe and happy."
How quickly the next two hours
assel, and how busy the little brains
nd lingers were!
Bobby went to California. His first
picture was of the "Sunset Limited,"
the train in which he ohose to cross
the continent. There were views of
Western cities tih.it he pasied through
and when he reached the sunny lan I
he filled his booklet with scenes in
the great harbor on the Pacific coast,
pictures of wonderful flowers and
fruits that grow only under southern
skies, photographs taken at an ost
rich-farm, and many other things of
Interest until the last leaf of the
journeyJbook was covered.
Elsa went to Japan, and she col
lected pictures of bamboo houses and
Japanese chi dren with dherryiblos
soms and butterflies.
Everybody journeyed somewhere.
When Aunt Bertha came In again, she
brought a big plate of sugar jumbles,
and the way the cookies disappeared
proved that each little traveller had
returned in good -health with a good
appetite.—Christine Gleason, in the
Youth's Companion.
SOME ,NEW FRIENDS.
Would you like to make some new
friends, and meet some pleasant mer
ry folks?.
Hunt up some bits of cottom Bat
ting, pieces of horse hair, string and
tow, and little strips of cloth. Fast
en these to bushes and limbs of tTees,
fence posts and any other handy
place. Then wait and see what will
appear.
As soon as the snow melts away,
on the very first warm days of spring,
you will see some little feathered
folks come hurrying hack from the
South. And the very first thing these
wise little creature think about is
a home for themselves and a nest
for the new babies that always oome
to them in springtime. Their sharp
eyes can peer into every nook and
corner, and you may be sure that
your little offerings will be seen.
You will 'be surprised to find how
early they begin their 'building, what
a merry time they seem to have and
how many kinds of nests they make.
Suoh strange taste some of them
have! The klngMrd and the golden
robin, for example, will want all your
cotton battings, and will fight ofT all
the other birds that have the same
lancy. The chipping s.parrows will
carry off every 'horse hair and never
seem to have enough. The other birds
have, one and all, their own choice
of building material, and know just
where their nest roust be and all they
ask Is to 'be let alone.
Do not fail to provide a blrdhouse
also, for some of the more helpless
ones. Take a starch box, cut a hole
In one end for a door and nail the
cover on firmly. Set It In a well pro
tected crotch of some old, knotted ap
ple-tree, and yon will see 'how the
birds fight for It They konw what
you mean—they understand that you
are offering them a home. Mr. and
Mrs. House Wren will ihurry into It,
and the bluebirds or tree swallows
Ruthle gave grandma a little hug
and brought the apron. She hod on
her own toest dress and iher hair nicely will run a race for its shelter.
combed. It began to feel like a real
party.
"What games does Flora like?" ask
ed grandma when Ruthle at last an
nounced that the party was ready to
begin.
"She likes 'What am I thinking of,'"
replied Ruthle glancing at grandma's
lame foot. She would not be so Im
polite as to saiy tag or hlde-and-aeek.
So they sat still as mice and guessed
what Flora wa3 thinking of for ten
minutes, by the clook.
"She'll 'have to tell ub," satyi grand
ma, when the clook struck four.
In a few weeks your building ma
terial will have vanished, but all sum
mer long the birds will sing pretty
songs, will wake you In the morn
ing, or serenade you at sunset and
thank you for your kindness.—(Phila
delphia Record.
'MARY'S SCRAP-BOOK.
"Oh, dear," said Mary one day, "it
Is so stormy, I cannot go out to play.
I don't know what to do."
"Why don't you maike a scrap
took?" said mother.
"I don't know how," said Mary. So
mother showed the little girl how to
cut out the [pictures from old maga
zines. Then she pasted them on some
•white muslin. How pretty (hey look
ed Mary was delighted.
Soon the little girl was working
Ibusily. She never noticed how quick
ly the time flew by. She was much
surprised when mother told her It was
supper time. ,,
Mary says she is going to wofrk on
Iher scrap-book every stormy day un
til it Is quite finished. Then she Is
going to give it to little Cousin Joe.
He Is 'lame and cannot walk. Mary
thinks he will enjoy looking at the
pictures.—Primary Education.
THE ARITHMETIC LESSON.
"Put down," the little fellow said,
reading from the advertisement, "ten
pounds dt sugar at five cents a
pound, an' four pounds of coffee at
thirty cents a .pound, an' two pounds
at
twenty'-elght cents a
d_ tWo ot at flve
cent
'eaell
"I've got them down," the grocer
said, looking up from his pad.
"How much does that come to?"
the lad asked.
The iman ran up the cohimn. "Two
thlrty-slx," he announced. "Hurry up
son."
•lAn' If I was to give you a five
dollar ibill, how much change would I
get
r:
"You get $2.!4—give it to me," the
grocer said, Impatiently.
"Thanks—that Ib my 'rlthmetic for
tomorrow, an' I couldn't work it," the
lad said, as he disappeared through
the door.—Home Herald.
THE BOY MARCONI.
It Is a somewhat curious fact, per
haps, that as a boy iMr. Marconi, the
value of whose system of wireless
telegraphy has been so strikingly dem
onstrated hiy the saving of tbe pas
sengers of the ill-fat$d Republic, show
ed little signs of cleverness. One of
his teachers, in fact, once said to
him that he oould never learn any
thing toy heart. Nevertheless, he was
only 21 when he began to startle the
world with his demonstrations of
wireless telegraphy. In spite of bis
fame, Marconi Is one of the most
unassuming of men, and hates de
monstrations. He was once recogniz
ed while In Rome. Immediately
Cheering crowd assembled. Marconi
bolted Into what he thought was an
empty carriage. But it contained a
lady who was too frightened to expost
ulate. The Inventor quickly made his
apologies, and the lady allowed him
to remain until they were free of the
crowd.—Tit-Bits.
In Bacon.
Mrs. Ryetop—Now, thar's that Jud
son Tassel. He's a likely looking chap
but he's been calling on Nancy Squires
for nine years and he hasn't proposed
yet.
Mrs. Hardapple (sarcastically)—Oh,
give the boy a chance, Cynthia. Maybe
he's afraid he'll break the speed laws.
—Ghtoago News
TBE
Tariff fur Incidental Revenue.
The country need not be surprised If
before Senator Aldrich and his Com
mittee on Finance get through with
the Payne bill the tariff is made even
more thoroughly protective of monopo
ly than the outrageous Dlngley act
against which even a large portion of
the Republican party has, for at least
four years, been In open revolt.
Senator Rayner, of Maryland, truly
depicted the spirit and purpose of tar-N
III revision as we see it on the Repub
lican side of the Senate when he de
clared on Wednesday that the Aldrich
bill Is for protection only, that Its pur
pose Is not to provide revenue, but to
prohibit importations, that it does ev
erything to tighten the grasp of mo
nopoly upon the commerce of the
country and gives nothing to the con
suming public.
The first Republican national plat
form—that of 1856—did not mention
the tariff. The tariff plank of the plat
form of 1860 was virtually a plea for
tariff for revenue with Incidental pro
tection, though not in these words, and
the same is true ot all the Republican
platforms for thirty years after the
party put its first presidential candl
date Into the field.
The policy of the party as it Is now
expounded, by Senator Aldrich has
been revolutionized to mean tariff for
protection with Incidental revenue.
Every schedule in the Dlngley act
which shelters a monopoly Is scrutin
ized for opportunity to make Its rates
prohibitive, and In computing the dif
ference between the foreign cost of
production and the cost in this coun
try, every sophistry and false method
Is resorted to In order to minimize the
foreign cost and exaggerate the do
mestic cost.
If the provision asserting that the
true basis of protective taxation is the
difference between the home and the
foreign cost was honestly put into the
Republican platform ot 1908 its au
thors did not have in mind the possi
bilities of such tricks as Mr. Aldrich
»nd his disciples are resorting to in
artier to make that declaration a farce
and a sham.
They are making the low cost of
production in the most modern foreign
plants the standard of the foreign cost,
while the cost of production In the
:lumslest and most out-of-date and
worn-out plants is the standard of
sost In this country.
By this method, always making the
output of the most modern European
plants the standard of cost abroad and
retaining In the estimate the output
every antiquated plant In the United
States, disregarding costly and extrav
agant methods, the gap between the
home and foreign cost may be made to
go on widening to the heart's content
of the most ardent monopoly tariff en
thusiast. This could not be done If
Che home cost were based on the show
ing of an up-to-date and thoroughly
modern American plant.
The vlciousness of the cardinal
principle of the Republican tariff plank
it 1908 is seen, also, In the difficulty,
In fact the Impossibility, of ascertain
ing just what the cost of production
In any case really is. There are so
nany ways of making the returns that
lo committee of Congress can arrive
it a uniform basis ot computing the
ictual amount.
One manufacturer will ascertain the
lost by counting what he pays for
raw material, labor, coal and admlnls
iratlon. Another will add something
for wear and tear of machinery. Still
Another will count In Interest on bonds
outstanding or add expenditures for
oetterment and Improvement of plant.
It Bhould be remembered, too, that for
a strike period the cost of a certain
quantity of output Is very much great
er than for a period of equal length
when all hands are at work and every
thing running smoothly. So, also, the
cost of making sales can be_made run
up cost of production inimitably.
The inquiry is bewildering and Im
possible of convincing results. But by
giving the benefit of every doubt to
high cost of domestic production, and
holding foreign cost down to the low
est ascertainable minimum, the Senate
Republicans can use the platform of
1908 to get a margin of protection as
much wider than the Dlngley margin
as may be necessary to make the new
tariff prohibitive of imports.—St.
Louis Republic.
Crltlclalnff tbe Panama Canal.
In his speech at Ilattlesburg Mr.
Taft became so vigorous that he apol
ogized for the heat he displayed. He
Is obviously impntient with the critics
of the canal work at Pannma. With,
the couditlons there fresh In bis mind
and In the satisfaction that the plan is
competeut and graft absent, he may be
readily pardoned for showing some
feeling. However, if there had been
no criticism. It Is doubtful If the con
ditions with which Mr. Taft was ap
parently so well pleased would exist.
There is need of the skeptic nnd the
Iconoclast. It Is always regrettable
that a Congressman should make false
charges of any kind, or that citizens
should be misled or conjure up tales of
corruption. But It is more regrettable
when complacent and sutlslied citizen
ship, swayed by pride of possession and
performance, sits quietly and closes its
eyes to realities.
The critics of the canal and its meth
od of construction fill a useful place.
They are a necessary—even an Indis
pensable—adjunct to It. During the
next six or seven years the Panama
Canal will be the source of still great
er criticism. Harsher challenges win
be issued to those engaged In Its man
agement and construction nnd there
may come accusations of various kinds.
All will have to be met aud refuted.
The plans will need continuous defense
and the expenditures will need contin
uous Justification. It is the way in
which progress is made under our sys
tem of government. Tbe canal Is a
public enterprise aud everybody's busi
ness.
No Country White Hottae.
The proposition to erect a $250,000
summer home for the President of the
United Stutes is intolerable. Still less
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should It be erected on the military res
ervation at West Point. This Is not a
militarist nation. Tbe Idea of our
President hemmed in by sentries, es
corted on his dally drive by a body
guard, and living In an atmosphere of
warfare is distasteful to our people.
West Point, as reconstructed, Is a mar
vel of beauty, a military post of mag
nificence beyond conception. But the
President of tbe United States Is
neither Kaiser nor Czar, and the Amer
ican citizen disapproves any attempt
on his part to imitate the military
pomp of kings. I
vet each President en
Joy his summer vacations in his own
way, like any other free-born Ameri
can. We need no castles for our chief
magistrates. And our chief magistrates
should be of caliber to command re
spect for the dignity of their high offlce
wlthout panoply of war.
Mr. Rooaevelt'a Great Dee4a
To a New York writer, who asked
what he considered the notable
achievements of his administration,
Theodore Roosevelt placed Panama
first, the fleet's arouud-the-world-fSO,
000,000 Jaunt next, nnd the Jap-Russ
treaty third.
The Panama canal Is Just begun. If
any one deserves credit for It, that
credit belongs to Congress, which had
the courage to vote the needed funds.
Mr. Roosevelt has been very free In
his abuse-of that ssine Congress. The
.fleet's costly trip has not impressed
upon any foreign power any respect
not already acquired through Its pri
vate sources of Information regarding
our navy. The Portsmouth negotia
tions edified this free republic by the
spectacle of its president meddling In
a war which did not concern him.
These three achievements Indicate the
Roosevelt pride of war, and nothing
else.
The working West voted for him In
full belief that such a loud champion
of fair play would put a stop to taxa
tion of the West for- the enormous
profit of Eastern tariff barons. Yet,
during seven years in tbe White House,
the same Roosevelt who demnnded free
trade In 1884 did not raise a finger to
help us. The golden tide flowed wider
aud deeper than ever from the pockets
of the tolling West to the coffers of
money kings who dwell in the shadow
of the White House Itself. Roosevelt,
the war lord of America, broke faith
with the West. Our cry for relief from
tariff bondage has fallen on ears deaf
to all but wars and rumors of wars.
War has been the Roosevelt obsession.
War. Always war. Our tariff laws,
like our currency laws, are a legacy
of war. Born of.exigency, they have
fastened upon this country a system
by which the private revenue of a lim
ited number of Eastern trust mag
nates Is made enormous at the ex
pense of the general average of Indi
vidual prosperity.
The West for years has been plun
dered under this antique tariff system
for the benefit of the East, and Mr.
Roosevelt did nothing to put a stop to
It. He may be proud of his record,
but the West Is not. Its Idol of four
years ago has feet of clay.—Chicago
Journal.
HOLDING COURT UNDER EDWARD
Function Par Leaa Ceremonial Than
In Queen Vtctorla'a Time.
A word about the court, as there are
to be several during May and June. It
Is In a way far less ceremonial than in
the days of the late Queen Victoria,
and, being held at night, It assumes the
guise of a royal reception. There Id
music, and after the presentation there
Is a supper—unfortunately, of the
-buffet variety. Men now attend and
have a view of their "women folk," as
we say In this country,"making their
courtesies to royalty. After the pre
sentations the men may Join the women
and escort them around the ballroom,
listen to the music and see that they
are served with refreshments, says
Vogue.
Women wear the tome long trains,
but they do not have to back out as
they used to. They advance sideways
to the throne, curtsey to the king and
queen, retreat a few steps sideways
from her majesty, catch their train
from the attendants and go out, frank
ly turning their backs on the throne
aud another lady has absorbed the at
tention of the king before the first
has really retired from the presence.
King Edward wants the ceremonial
through rapidly, and It is done In thor
ough twentieth century style. Men can
get several points of vantage In the
side corridors. From there they can
see their ladles enter the presence, and
can meet them as they come out. And
by the way, "kisBlng hands" only ap
plies to Englishmen or subjects on an
appointment, generally to diplomatic
cabinet or political poBt.
Ills Question.
A party of young men were enmpiug,
and to uvert annoying questions they
made it a rule that the one who asked
a question that he could not answer
himself had to do the cooking.
One evening, while sitting round the
fire, one of the boys asked, "Why Is
il that a ground squirrel never leaves
any,dirt at the mouth of Its burrow?"
They all guessed aud missed. So he
was asked to answer It himself.
"Why," he said, "because they always
begin to dig at the other end of tbe
hole."
"But," one asked, "how does he get
to the other end of the hole?"
"Well," was the reply, "that's your
question."
Hla Poller.
"My brother," said the good man,
you should always keep your debts In
mind. Experience has taught us all
that our debts are our enemies."
"But they don't worry me, my dear
sir," laughed the unvarnished beat.
"And why not?"
"Because I have always been taught
to forget my enemies."
As Serajevo, Bosnia, has equal num
bers of Christians, Jews and Moham
medans, it rests every Friday, Satur
day and Bunday.
"Didn't I see him kiss you?" "Oh,
that was only a trial kiss."—Life.
"What did she get first when ih*
Inherited lier billion?". "Furs and
chauffeurs."—The Bellman.
Hoax—Here comes Borlelgh. Do
you know him to speak to? Joax—
Not If I see him first.—Philadelphia
Record.
"I am looking for a fashionable
overcoat.'1 "All right, sir, will you
have It too short or too long?"—File
gende Blaetter.
Mrs. Illcks—My husband has been
just lovely to me all day. Mrs. Wicks
—Il'm! What was it you caught him
doing?—Boston Transcript.
She (at the piano)—I presume you
are a true lover of music, are you
not? He—Yes, I am but pray don't
stop playing on my account.—Judge.
Hawkins—So you sent for a doctor?
Does he think you will be out soon?
Robblns—I Imagine so. He said he
wished I had sent for him sooner.—*
Puck.
Little Girl—What's au Intelligence
office, mamma? Mother—It's a place
where oue goes to And out what
wages cooks are charging.—New York
Herald.
She—'Frotl, do you believe that the
pen Is mightier than the sword? He—
Well, you never saw anybody sign a
check with a sword, did you?—IUut*
trated Bits,
Husband (getting ready for the the
ater)—Sly dear, what In the world
are you taking (hat newspaper along
for? Wife (coldly)—To read betweea
acts.—Life.
Mrs. Youngwife—What to the first
question you ask of a maid whom you
think of employing? Mrs. Oldone—I
always say first, "Have you ever lived
with me before?"—Life.
"Uncle Jack, mother says you're ill,
so I thought I'd like to come and talk
to you a bit," "That's klud, of- you."
"will there be a baud to play the
Dead March at your funeral 7*—Ally
Sloper,
Indulgent Papa—Why, my dear, you
bad a party last month. How-often
do you wish to entertain your friends?
She—This one is uot to entertain* my
friends papa, but to snub my enemies.
—Life.
"For goodness' sake, Harriet, why
so sad?" "The cook's left, but that
isn't the worst of it she took with
her the recipe-book for all the things
John's mother used to make."—Brook
lyn Life.
Fond Mother—Tommy, darling, this
is your birthday! What would you
like to do? Tommy, Darling (after a
moment's reflection)—I think I should
enjoy seeing the baby spanked
Paris Figaro.
He„ (calling)—I'm here promptly,
Miss Fannie. She—Yes, Mr. Staylate.
He—I uever like to keep people wait
ing. She (significantly)—Waiting for
you to come, you mean, of course.—
Washington Post
"If I went out in a small boat," said
the teacher, "and the owner knew It
was leakiiig, and I got drowned, what
would that be?" After a few minutes^
silence a little boy stood up and said:
"A holiday, sir!"—Catholic News.
"Ma," said a newspaper man's son,
kuow why editors call themselves
'we/" "Why?" "So's the man that
doesn't like the article will think there
are too many people for him to
tackle."—Christian Work aud Evange»
list.
Englishman—You—aw—live in Cali
fornia, I believe? Amerlcau—Yes, sir
Sau Francisco is my home. English
man—Quite so. Ah, 1 presume you
frequently come in contact with my
friends, the Courtneys, in Arizonah—*
au adjoining State, I believe?—Har
per's Bazar.
Citlzeu—What'il you charge me, Un
cle Rnstus, to cart away that pile of
btone? Uucle Itastus—About two dol
lahs, sab. Citizen—Isn't that very
high? Uncle Hastus—Yes. sab, Jes' fo'
cahtlu' away the stone, but I got ter
hire a man to h'ep me bahness de
mule.—Harper's Bazar.
"I hope you were a good little boy
fv'hlle at your aunt's and didn't tell
any stories," said his mother. "Only
the one you put me up to, ma," re
plied her youug hopeful. "Why, what
do you mean, child?'' "When she ask
ed me if I'd like to have a second
piece of cake I said, 'So, thank you
Vve had enough'."
"That Is what 1 call an ideal mar
lage," Hardy declared to his wife as
ihey weiv walking homeward after an
evening with some friends. "Actually
believe both think absolutely alike."
•Yes, they certainly are charming,"
\es3nted Mrs. Hardy "but about the
'hinkiug. Jre. if you will notice, Bhe
fenerally thinks first."
Merchant—Swaumigum, your face
gokB as if it had gone through a corn
fcheller. What's the matter? Swanna
gum—Mr. Phlppa, did you sell this
razor to my wife the day before
Christmas. Merchant—I presume I
did. Swannagum (with a dangerous
gleam in his eye)—I have come, sir,
to request you to take it back and
give me the worth of it lu court
plaster.—Chicago Tribune. 7* tfs
No Such People.
The automobile Industry has en
rlched the English language by a varie
ty of terms which cannot be found In
dictionaries published only a few years
ago, but which are to-day household
words. With one of tbe most common,
however, a certain Massachusetts post
master is apparently unfamiliar.
An enthusiastic automoblllst who
lives in Philadelphia bad it in mind to
tour through southern New England,
and wished to make a stay of several
days In one of the most Interesting of
the old towns along the Massachusetts
coast. He was not certain that the
town contained accommodations for
storing his car. and accordingly he
wrote the postmaster to ask whether
there were any garages there. In a
few days he received this reply:
"Dear Sir: Vour favor of the 12th
Inst Is at hand, and In reply I have
to say that no person of that name gets
any mail at this office. The nearest
to It Is a family of Gammages who live
out on the Neck Iioad. Respectfully
yours, POSTMASTER."
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