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FIAT MONEY SHAMS. ■ . ... MR. FRED PERRY POWER’S FINAN CIAL CATECHISM. The Malaria of Greenback Uni, Flat Muncy and Free Mllvcrlnm Dispelled— A Few Plain Question* I’lalnly Answered— Food For th Thoughtful. TheStxtratic method of exposing hum- Imgs und shams is especially adapted to dispel tho malaria of greenback ism, flat money ism and free silverism con tinually arising from tho swamps of ig norance and dishonesty. That Mr. Fred Perry Powers has made good use of this method will bo clear to all who read tho following questions and answers concerning "Fiat Money and Legal Ten der” taken from his "A Financial Cate chism,” published by tho Sound Cur rency Committee of 53 William street, Now York city. Are paper representatives of merchan dise just as good for monetary use as merchandise itself? They are better, because lighter and more convenient, if every person is sure that the promise on them will he kept in full and at all times. Besides merchandise and promises to pay merchandise is there any other kind of money? Yes, "flat” money, which is a piece of paper or other thing of insignificant val ue on which is stamped a statement Unit it is so much money. Where does it get its name? Ft'om the fact that “flat” means "let there be,” and is tho expression attrib uted to tho Creator when he made the universe out of nothing. Can any human being or government create anything? It cannot. Why is not "flat” Because, as President Lincoln said, you can fool some people all the time and all the people some of (ho time, but you can’t fool all the people all the time. But why shouldn't It succeed? Because men will not give' their labor or goods for nothing. Couldn’t people be brought to use "Hat”, money? Reason and common sense are against it, and experience proves that they won't. Besides, if you were asked to fix your wages or prices in "rallods" how many would you charge? I don't know how much a‘‘rallod” is. Well, you know as much about the value of a "rallod” as you would about the valuo of a dollar if it were not a specific quantify of something. Can congress determine how many yards of cloth or bushels of grain an ounce of gold or of silver shall equal in value? It cannot. What is to prevent—the constitution? Not the constitution of tho United Plates, lint the constitution of man. Congress can no more regulate the rela tive intensities of human desire than it can regulate the length of day or night. If congress eon make 25.8 grains of gold a dollar, can it not make a piece of paper 7 inches by 11 a dollar? Yes, but that kind of a dollar would not buy anything. Cannot enngress pass a legal tender net? Ob, yes, if a man in tho past bus loan ed f 1,000 congress can say (bat Ibo debt or is discharged when he offers 1,000 worthless "Hat" dollars. Isn't that making “Hat” dollars just as good as any other kind of dollars? It is so far as giving the debtor the II ,000 that lie ought to pay bis creditor, but it does not help a man to buy food und clothes, because the merchant will raise his prices for awhile and Dually refuse to soli at all. Wlmt would the merchant do then? Keep bis goods till he found custom ers who would barter their merchandise for his. Are not legal tender acts passed for the benefit of the common people? Not much. They are passed by the men who issue bad money to try to force it into circulation, (food money will go of itself. Hive tin illustrat ion. When (lev Russian government was using marten skins, which had a value as money in its eastern dominions, it got short of funds, as governments are apt to, and it cut off the scalps of the mar tens and compelled the people whom it owed for labor or material to take a scalp for a whole skin. By whom have cheap moneys always been introduced? By smart financiers and impecunious kings. What is t he earliest example? It was one of the crimes of Dionysius, tyrant of Syracuse, about' *IOO It. t’., that as Aristotle says; “When he was short of money, he coined some tin, and having convened an assembly he spoke much on behalf of the new coinage, und they passed a decree, even against their will, that each would consider what he should take of it as silver and not as a baser metal." Mention a modern instance. Emir Abdullah coined a quantity of copper cartridges which (he Egyptian troops left when they evacuated llarar in 1880 and ordered the brokers to ex change them at the rate of one silver thaler for 531 coppers—that is, he estab lished a mint ratio. With much denun ciation of the sin of usury and of the crimes of the "money power” the emir commanded the people to receive the coppers under penalty ef Hogging and imprisonment. What was the result ? A Herman traveler who visited the town soon after this says the conse quence was a tumble in the value of all property: the Dallas of the neighboring district kept away from the market and this caused distress and embarrassment. Did not the cheap money raise prices and boom business? On tho contrary, silver disappeared and trade was checked. If the people thought the government would not be able to redeem its promis sory notes in gold, would i( make any IOWA COUNTY DEMOCRAT: MINERAL POINT, WIS., JUNE 20, 195. difference in their treatment of tho dif ferent kinds of currency? It would indeed. Has it ever happened ? Several times when it seemed likely that congress would piiss a bill for tho free coinage of silver, people who held the promissory notes of the government got them redeemed in gold and put the gold away. Did anything of that kind happen in 1803? Early that year tho stoek of gold in the treasury was so low that people were afraid it wouldn’t hold out, and banks or individuals who held "Sher man” notes, or greenbacks, turned them into gold at tho treasury. Groat Intercut In the Currency Question. Not in 1)0 years has public interest been so centered on one question us it is now upon that of the currency, or rather upon tho question of whether or not wo are to have free and unlimited coinage of silver at tho ratio of Hi to 1 with gold. That this interest is both wide spread and intense is shown by tho al most marvelous sales of sound and nn sound currency literature. The (Join Publishing company claim to have sold nearly,.soo,ooo copies of "Coin’s Financial Hchnol. ” Other pub lications of this company are being widely circulated and read. Tho demand for tho publications of the Hound Currency Committee of tho Re form club is unusual. Though this com raitteo began tho publication of "Sound Currency” last December, yet it distrib uted less than 100,000 copies before Man'll. Since March tho committee has I men unable to keep up with its orders, although it lias printed over 000,000 copies of "Sound Currency. ” Tho two numbers of “Sound Currency” that are being most widely circulated are "Coin’s Financial Fool,” by Horace White, and "A Financial Catechism,” by Fred Per ry Powers. All things considered “Coin’s Financial Fool” is perhaps tho most coni]dote of any of tho lit) or moro answers that have been published to "Coin’s Financial School. ” Mr. White, who always calls black black, and white while, has nailed many frauds, misrepresentations and not a few down right lies in "Coin’s Financial School.” He has done this so effectively that ill communities where ins reply has been widely read the free silver advocates have become ashamed to quote from "Coin’s Financial School. " if every in telligent voter in the United States could road this and other Reform club publi cations, the free silver cloud would van ish as quickly ns it has gathered. Tho address of tho "Sound Currency" is fi!3 William street, New York city. FABLES FOB FARMERS. A Farmer who boasted that he was a Practical Man mortgaged his farm to get money to invest in a Perpetual Motion Machine. “But, ” said a Neighbor whom tho farmer hud told of his Coming For tum', "the physical laws of the Uni verse make perpetual motion Impossi ble.” "If that is so,” replied tho practical fanner, "them laws was made in tho interest of Wall Street (loldhugs. We must elect a Congrus which will make new Fisikel Laws. ” Moral.—Congress can do most any thing hut make 111 ounces of silver al ways worth as much as an ounce of gold. A Lumberman who suffered from Cold noticed that he was most affected when the Thermometer was near Zero. Ho therefore left off working and spent his time Blowing on the Thermometer bulb. But while his fellow workmen warmed themselves by their Exertions, lie soon became Exhausted and Perished of cold. Moral.—Forcing up prices by blowing free coinage gas into them will not pro duce mere goods to hi' divided among farmers and workingmen. An Elephant \vhm'omplained because his Driver did not give him enough Drain to eat asked a Simple Donkey how 1 o could increase his Daily Allowance. "Your driver now gives yon Four Bush els of drain each day, does he not?” ask ed tlie donkey. "Even so,” replied the g'lillo elephant. "Then," said the don key in silvery tones, “you must in fu ture use a Bushel Measure one-quarter as large as that you have been using. In this way you can establish a Ratio of Ul Bushels to One elephant. ” Moral.—Even if the elephant did get angry, he should not have stepped on the donkey. An amiable Populist who was afraid that his neighbors would ('loot him to Congress neglected his farm while he traveled through his District denouncing the Money Power. In his absence his wife and children appealed to a Wicked Capitalist for a loan on the security of the farm. “How do I know that I will get hack as much Property as I give you?” asked the wicked capitalist, "Oh, kind sir." replied the Weeping Wife, "have no tear. My husband says that the value of all property will Ih< Doubled as soon as we have free coinage. " Moral.—Repudiating half of one’s debts is the surest way to inspire confi dence in money lenders. AN OLD SUPERSTITION. A Few Facte That Refute a Volume of Htatlstloa. Puck contains, besides lots of cartoons and jokes, many nuggets of sound sensa Hero is one of them: Unlimited wealth has always been the dream of man since ho learned tho wis dom of working and saving. At first he wanted real wealth—live stock, farm produce, wool, wine, oil and manufac tured articles. Then money was invent ed, and, ns its use grew, ho began to worship that instead of tho real thing. Later he came to regard money as tho actual embodiment of all wealth, in stead of a mere symbol to make trades with. And so the old alchemists sought to “work” nature for the secret of gold, in tho childlike belief that unlimited gold would bring them unlimited wealth. They forgot that gold itself is wealtli only in so far as scarcity and de sirability combine to put a price upon it—that wealth is all that and only that which is produced by labor. They did not see that if gold were as plentiful as air it would boas worthless as air is generally admitted to be, for a circulat ing medium. Had they found tho magic formula, gold would have been cheap ened, but tho necessaries of life would not have been cheapened, for tho same labor would still have been required to fell a tree, to produce a bushel of wheat, n pound of wool or a cask of wine. If gold grew rank on every hush, man would still have to work as hard to fill his stomach and to warm his back. They were a simple minded, supersti tious lot, were they not, and they would bo sadly out of place in this ago of en lightenment? And yet, today, dear reader, a considerable faction in this country really believes that, tho wealth of tho country can bo doubled by dou bling its stock of money. Tho silverite of today differs not one whit from the silverite of the dark ages. Hu is tho un doubted descendant of tho old time al chemist and inherits his legacy of delu sions. "It is hard work to raise wheat, ” says tho silverite, “and hard work to produce wool and hard work to grow fat cattle. Gold will buy all those, but gold is likewise hard to get. Silver is more plentiful. Therefore, let us declare that silver is as good as gold, and then we shall have abundant means to buy wheat and wool and beef. It’s a simple mat ter, increasing the wealth of the conn try.” It, is a showy argument, but it would be just as showy if the silverite, instead of choosing silver, would say "iron” or “copper” or “cobble stones,” and it should not deceive any intelligent. 10-year-old boy. If all the silver iu tho earth were coined into dollars tomorrow it would not. lessen the labor required to sustain life in the people. The farmer would get more pieces of silver for his produce, but so would tho grocer and the dry goods merchant, with whom he trades. Tho amount of provisions or clothing that a day’s work or a bushel of wheat will buy is fixed by the law of supply and demand, a law as old as life itself. If one commodity equals another in value, that equality is not affected by tho value of a third, and if this third commodity is used as a medium of ex change, any artificial change in its value cannot affect the relative values of tho two first. Two sums of four each remain equal, even though wo should choose to call eight “twelve. ” These are all tho facts necessary to refute the silvoritcs with (heir volumes of statistics. If they do not suffice, if what is called “free silver” should prevail in this country, wo need brain specialists more than statesmen. FABLES FOB FARMERS. A Powerful Thinker on Finance,having evolved a scheme for navigating tho air, was asked for Details of his Valuable In vention. He produced two small sticks of the size and shape of Clothespins. “These,” said lie, “are to he passed through the straps of the Leather Boots worn by fanners. Grasping one in each hand, the farmer gent ly and (irmly raises - a himself from the Earth, which is al lowed to revolve beneath him until he arrives above his Destination, when he descends. ” Owing to its similarity to schemes of Finance invented by other Powerful Thinkers, no patent could he granted for the Invention. Moral.—When men can lift them selves by the bootstraps, they will he able to get rich by stamping 50 cents worth of silver "one dollar.” A Soldier who found his Blanket so short that it would not cover his feet cut a strip off the Top ami sewed it to the Bottom. Ho was greatly surprised the next night to tind it shorter than at lirst. He consulted a Learned Silverite, who said: “The Contraction of the Cov ering Medium was not caused by the Seam which you made, but by tho de crease in the price of wool. To make your blanket Longer you must get a law passed which will restore the Hand Loom of our Daddies. ” Moral.—The producers of silver arc most uuccltlsh persons. HOME FROM THE HILL- Home Is the sailor, home from the sea. And the hunter home from the hill. -K. L. a Let the weary body lie Where he chose its grave, ’Neath the wide and starry sky, By the southern wave, While the island holds her trust And the hill keeps faith, Through the watches that divide The long night of death. But tho spirit, free from thrall. Now goes forth of these To its birthright and inherits Other lands and seas. We shall And him when we seek him In an o.der home— By the hills and streams of childhood ’Tis his weird to roan In tho Holds and woods wo hoar mm Laugh and sing and sigh. Or whoro by the northern breakers Sea birds troop and cry, Or whoro over lonely moorlands Winter winds fly fleet. Or by sunny graves he hearkens Voices low and sweet. Wo have lost him, wo have found him. Mother, ho was fain Nimbly to retrace his footsteps; Take his life again To the breast that first had warmed it, To the tried and true — Ho has come, our well beloved, Scotland, back to you I —W. 11. Nicoll In Blackwood's Magazine. LOST REVENGE. The news of his death came upon tier ns a blow. There could bo no doubt of that. She had never anticipated that ho would die eo soon, while tho rosebushes were all in flower, and the nightingales were awake in tho coppice, and tho sun had the glow and the shadows tho cool reticence pecul iar to tho earlier days of the summer. She had never anticipated that ho would die at ail while she was alive. It seemed bo un likely. Mho was such a delicate Blip of a snow white maiden, with tho vagueness of the undiscovered country in her great brown eyes, with tho trouble of a tragic future in the curving lips of her tremulous rosebud mout h. And ho hail been so strong —so terribly strong. The iron of Ids great arms might have held up a world, she thought. His voice was the voice of tho ruler. In ids eyes a threatening command dwelt always. And now lie was dead. She had just heard so, and scarcely any one knew it yet. His mighty frame was stretched out In tho room below—the gar den room, where she generally sat at even ing; the garden room to which one some times came as evening fell. But she did not think of that immediately. That the world would go on just as usual now all was so changed for her did not occur to her. Tho man below had been her husband, and lie was dead. She could only think of that at first. How she had hated him! He had bought her as tho wife ho desired. So, surely, lie must have once loved her. Hut ho hud never shown it. She had feared him terribly that very first day, when they went away together from tho church, down the flat, gray road by tho almshouses, where tho old women stood bobbing In the ruin, over tho village green haunted by wandering geese, whoso feathers wore blown the wrong way by tho wind that stormy day of their marriage. Ho must have once desired her. How ho hud stared at her In tho shadow of tho shut carriage, while the hoofs of the horses splashed in tho puddles of the country road. His eyes never left her. They were slightly blood shot and looked excited as they traveled over her face, and his full lips moved un der his black mustache. Hut he said noth ing. How she had hated him I The morning after their wedding she had tried to escape from him. JSho slipped out of tho great Lord Warden hotel at Do ver in the gray dampness of the dawn when he was sleeping. The sullen sea, which they were to cross presently, roared in her cars, and the sea gulls cried to her from the foam flecked pebbles of the steep ly curving beach. The hull of a steamer loomed on the ragged horizon, and the rain drove over tho shining asphalt ways. Two or three sailors hanging about, with peaked caps drawn down above t heir wet faces and hunched shoulders, peered at her as she crept from the hotel, a grain of humanity swept by the whirlwind. How cold it was, and how desolate! In the wind came to her t he strangled whistle of an engine, and then she knew she was too late. The train was Hashing away as she struggled on against tho tempest. She returned to his embrace. Hew she had hated him! And they traveled together. The snow peaks of Switzerland; the green valleys, where the chalets rested on the sleep slopes, us if tired and pausing hut for a moment; the blue lakes of Italy; the old, sad cities, with their streets full of tho echoes of dead voices; the weary ruins, passively enduring shrill calling tourists; the vineyards, where life was laughter and was song—she had seen them all with him. She hated them all. Even the flat reaches of the ven erable Nile and tho rose gardens of Damas cus wen' loathsome to her. She had watched the flame blue line of Arabs wind away beneath the flame blue sky. She had heard tho tinkling bells of caravans and the wild chant of the sailors sweep up from ihe pallid gray green mimosa hushes, and she had only sickened and longed to die. She had only longed to die. And now he lay dead, and she could hear the nightin gales beginning to (Into. Yet was she glad? They had come I tack to England, Peo ple envied her. Women murmured his name as she passed by, murmured it in ad miration, while the blood (lamed in her cheek at thought that she was his. The great world took her for awhile, took her and gave to her only such profound weari ness. In the park, as her victoria stood against the railings in the hot sutf, and the murmur of society rippled round her be neath the trees, and the queens of society and t he courtesans who were t he recognized queens—the sinner incognita and the queen Incognita—passed her by, she sick ened again and thought of the rose gar dens of Damascus and of the flame blue line of tho Arabs and wondered if the world could give to her nothing, if his shadow must lie upon everything, like the shadow of fate breeding black over the pleasannoo of life. She wondered ill a malady ef dreaming, and the voices under tho trees said she posed, because for a moment she ceased to think of them. Then she drove home as the twilight gathered about the city and tried to hush it all, in vain. She dreaded the falling ef night as children dread the grave. Hew she had hated him! And then a golden thread twined lute the web of tier tangled young life. One, in the midst of the ignorant and the care | less, understood that she was In the prison | house of despair and staid awhile outside | the grating of her cell to whisper of com i for.. The dew fell upon the poor parched flower, and she opened her petals to re ceive it. But so secretly, always so secret ly. Surely do one ever knew. Outside the garden room in the dusk ho came when all was quiet. The jailer was away. He came and came again, and he taught her to see the stars through the grating of her cell, and he told her of the rising of the moon. And when he came it seemed to her that the nightingales wore always singing. And now the jailer had gone away for ever. The prison doors were open. She stepped out into the starlight and the moonlight. He lay dead in the room be low her. She had not seen him dead. She must go down into that silent place where ho lay In silence. She thought only of him. Her small face was very white as she walked softly down the stairs. She saw the merry motes dancing in the cloud of gold dust that the sun shot! obliquely through the loaded lattices of the hall, and she turned her eyes away from them and wished the sun would go down. With the darkness, her strange constraint of calm might fado away. She longed to feel more natural. She passed through the door very quietly and closed It behind her and locked it. Ho had been laid upon the wide couch where she sat sometimes at eventide alone. A white covering shrouded the great form that her girl’s flesh had shuddered at, had shrunk from so often. A ray of dying light glinted where the head was. When she drew back the covering, the ray shone upon tho gray, swollen face, into which she gazed for a long while. Tho upper lip was drawn back from tho strong white teeth. The mouth seemed to grin callous ly. She could fancy that tho flown soul of the dead man was laughing somewhere far off, and that tho body which, in life, had so often obeyed tho spirit, with tho weak ness of custom still mechanically bowed to Its will, still revealed outwardly that which was no longer prisoned within it. Yes, ns she looked at the mouth, she felt that tho dead man’s soul was laughing. She wondered why, and as she stood wondering, over tho smooth shaved lawn, past tho sun dial and tho leaping silver of the fountain, one came to tho garden room —the man who understood her and had striven to comfort her. He did not know yet. Ho stole so softly because lie believed her husband was liv ing and not because ho know ho was dead. He stood at the window and whispered her name, and, as ho spoke, a rush of joy swelled through her heart. She left tho dead face uncovered and crossed to him. “Is ho gone?” ho asked. “He is gone,” she answered. “Kiss me.” Ho caught her passionately and pressed his lips on hers. “How I love you!” ho murmured. “How I love you!” As he said the words she turned round from him and looked back into tho slowly darkening room. A strange, horrible fancy seized her. She thought sho heard tho dead man laugh. “When will you give yourself to me?” her lover whispered. “1 have waited so long! Come, leave your prison house. Let tho jailer And the cell door open when he returns, tho prisoner escaped.” Sho answered him: “He will never return to And me.” Ho held her closer against his heart. “You have resolved to daro all, then; to daro all for my sake?” A wild triumph shone in her white girl’s face, a wild triumph thrilled in her sweet girl’s voice, as sho replied: “ The prison house has crumbled to tho dust. Tho prisoner is free. ” Ho strained her yielding body in his arms. “You mean that you will conic, that you will leave him to long for you? You will forsake Ijhn? I love yon!" But sho shrank from him again and trembled. She looked behind her into that still, shadowy room. Tho warm blood in her young body seemed to freeze. Surely sho heard the dead man laugh again in the gathering darkness! “You will leave him? You will come?” “There Is no need,” she said. Ho kept her In his arms. His kisses never left her face. He whispered: "Why?" “He is dead.” He loosened his arms from about her. Ills mouth left hers. Sho pointed backward into the room which was now quite dark. “Ho is there, lying dead. And you love mo, and lam free.” Sho lifted her face to his, and her eyes were full of happy tears. Hut he looked at her and muttered a curse between bis teeth. The love died from his face and left It hard, and wild with impotent disap pointment and despair. Then ho turned away. Ho turned away and went out into the twilight, across the smooth shaved lawn, past tho sundial and the leaping silver of the fountain and-be yond—into tho night. He had boon the dead man’s lifelong enemy. He hod been close upon his re venge, and now tho soul he hated had passed beyond Ids power to hurt. Ho could never wrong him through all the years. Why should he stay? She sank down by the window without a cry. She could not understand. And in tho silence and tho close dark ness the dead man laughed.—Sketch. The Wounded Antelope. “Tho stricken deer flees from the herd." The term is supposed to be poetical and may bo so, but does any one know why the deer runs away? A good many years ago, when Denver was a huddle of shanties, and tho overland stage was In its glory, the writer of those lines was crossing v. hat was then repre sented on tho school maps as "The Great American Desert.” It was very early In tho morning and light, though the sun had not yet risen, when the wagons started. Soon the leader stopped in silence, and ev ery - one saw on an eminence, or “roll,” a splendid antelope standing and looking at the wagons as though surprised. Not a sound was made on either side until the silence was broken by tho sharp crack of a rifle. Tho antelope fell, but only for an instant, and then bounded away. Arrived at the place where he fell, a little blood was noticed, and rising the ‘■ rqU’' the “stricken doer” was seen way not from, but to the herd, some too In aumber. Then was seen a rather curious tho early light. Catching sight of tho wagon, the whole herd moved away at a smart pace, but not at a panic gait. The wounded animal had reached the herd, but was not wanted, for two or three bucks made for him, and so long as wo watched them they chased and horned the poor an imal until presumably he fell dead—a feast for the coyotes. For some reason peculiar to antelopes they wanted no “stricken deer” about and wouldn't have one.— Homeopathic Envoy. A Mere Transposition. G. Whizz —What’s the difference between a glutton and an anarchist? B. Slzz—That’s sickening easy One 1* a mighty diner and tho other a dynamit er. —Philadelphia I nqul rer. BLAST AGAINST THE WHEEL GIRL Voman’t Rescue League Wants Her Tee totallj Abolished, Boston, June 10.—The Woman’s Rescue League has adopted resolutions declaring: that the bicycle woman and the coming “mannish” woman are productive of “much harm and no real good, and that the “sporting woman,” the “mannish woman” and the “bicycle woman” bring disgrace on the true woman. The league condemns bicycle riding by young girls and women for these reasons; “Thirty per cent, of the ‘fast girls’ that have come to the Rescue League for aid wore bicycle riders at one time. It is re solved that since the closing up of the houses of ill-repute in Boston the sport ing girls are taking to bicycle riding be cause they can better ply their vocation on account of the opportunities given as cyclists." 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