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Beyond the lawn an avenue of blue
.gum and black nettle'led to the veldt
without. Behind the house, which was
built of stone, and looked quaint and
apretty with a veranda running round
it, rose some of the highest peaks of
the Drakensberg. A little to the left
Tan the river Klip.
On this evening the sun, too near
its setting to be hot now, was shining
right Into the sleepy brown eyes of a
-girl who lay full length in the shade
•of a gum-tree, a book on the grass be
side her. Her head was supported by
-a plump tittle brown hand, and she
was smiling a very happy, contented
•smile, aa if some happy thought passed,
through her mind.
It was a pretty face, too, with its
warmth and healthiness of coloring,
its softly-rounded, girlish contour, its
smiling, half-open, red lips, its clear,
open, childishly smooth forehead, over
which little curls of the brown hair
•shot with ruddy gold came straying.
The half-shut, smiling eyes were very
«oft and happy just now but who
could say whether they might not
some day be filled with burning pas
sion, with blinding tears, oir with the
cold, set expression of despair?
"Bluebell, Bluebell! where are you,
The voice came across the little
lawn, clear and distinct on the evening
air and the girl, rising up from her
•comfortable position, shook herself,
very much as a wet spaniel might do
after coming out of the water, and
•Started at a quick run for the house.
angular, spinster lady stood
Upon the doorstep.
"What a head, child!" was the salu
tation. "Have yon forgotten we are
haveXcompany tonight?"
"Well/ I do believe I had," retorted
4he girj. "Don't be angry with me,
^"1 you',, auntie? Really I couldn't
iielp it. I'll never, never do it again.
-Now dadgoing to bring some one'
from Mar(ltzburg, is he? Who is it,
anyone very great, I hope
'Rhodes, for instance?"
Don't talk noaaeuse, child!" .re
turned Miss Eliaabeth Leslie. "No, no!
It's no one so great'as that, only some
very rich man, I believe, who has
made his money at Kimberley or
somewhere. But run away and dress
yourself, child. I have a good sup
per ready, so I hope your father won't
keep us waiting. He wished us to have
dinner but why should I? We don't
call it dinner when we are alone, and
why should we change our customs
for strangers?"
"Quite right, auntie dear." Bluebell
partted her aunt's bony,-shoulder with a
geptie hand. "Besides, likely enough
he's some coarse, horcid man! They
are always the kind that become mil
lionaires. Oh, auntie, I hope father
won't make a great friend of him if he
"We shall soon see him, dearie, so
there's no use thinking beforehand
what his ways are," said Miss Eliza
beth—she was always called Miss
Bluebell ran upstairs to her own
room. It was a pretty little room,
not containing much furniture, but as
dainty as feminine fingers could make
it. Bluebell did not spend all her time
lying dreamily under the gum-tree.
She just donned her pretty white
frock, drawn in at the waist by
a blue band—it was rather strange
that Bluebell should smile and blush
a little to herself as she fastened the
blue tyand—when the sound of horses'
hoofs galloping up the avenue drew
her attention. She ran to the window,
hiding behind the window curtains.
Presently two riders emerged from
the avenue, and rode up the graveled
path to the house. Bluebell could see
them distinctly.
,• The first was her father. Bluebell
knew him well enough not to require
to take.a second look at him yet she
did take a second look.
Adam Leslie, Esq., of Tinlaverstock,
Scotland, who had emigrated to South
Africa 10 years ago, was a man of mid
dle age, heavily built, stout, and red
faced, with a heavy chin, a stubborn
mouth, and a pair of rather cold gray
eyes. But just now his face was red
tfer than usual and there was a slight
•want of certainty in his gait as he
sprang from his horse that Bluebell
colored to see.
His companion, the "millionaire,"
was not at all what Bluebell had pic
tured him. He was an old man he
looked straight-backed and alert, and
sat on his horej with an air of negli
gence that showed him a true horse
man. For the rest, Bluebell could see
that he was somewhat dark in com
plexion, wearing a short little peaked
beard but she could not see his face
She wfent downstairs presently. Her
sitting room was a pleasant apartment,
with skins of springbok and other wild
animals covering the floor. A lamp
burned on the table, on which a sump
tuous supper was spread. The two men
stood by the fireplace talking.
As Bluebell entered her father
yjtfrlfjlBi back again, you
It was evening—a glorious evening,
•such as only tropical countries know.
"The hot wind that had blown all day
ihad now died down, and there was a
at stillness but a pleasant cool
ss in the air made it delightful after
the sweltering heat.
v. There had been no rain for a long
time, and the ground was parched and
•dry. Outside the pretty homestead
'the red sand of the veldt lay thick and
•fine in the dry grass which covered
*he wagon track. But inside the grass
looked green enough. Perhaps it had
Teceived an artificial shower. All
Jound the grassy lawn were flower
beds, mostly of tropical flowers, among
•which the succulent blue lily raised its
long, trumpet-shaped flowers but
there were a few English flowers, too
—stately hollyhocks, sweet-scented
aroses, queenly dahlias.
A A:
By H. B. Mackenzie
The girl approached, and the other
man on the hearthrug stared at the
dainty white figure as Adam Leslie
gave her a sounding kiss on the cheek.
"You see I've brought a friend with
me, Bluebell. Mr. Moore—my daugh
ter, Bluebell."
Mr. Moore bowed low, Bluebell did
the same. She did not offer her hand,
as her frank custom would naturally
have led her to do she hardly knew
"You will remember your native
country every time you address Miss
Leslie," said the millionaire, turning
to his. host.
Adam Leslie laughed uproariously.
Bluebell felt now quite sure that he
had been drinking. He was usually a
reserved, even taciturn man, stern
enough towards his household but
alcohol unloosed his tongue and gave
him a certain coarse frankness."
"Quite right, quite right, Mr. Moore!
It was her mother gave her the name—
a romantic freak but it serves its
purpose here, and makes us remember
the poor old 'mlther' country."
Miss Elizabeth came in presently,
and they all sat down to the abundant
supper. During the meal the two men
talked, Mr. Moore quietly and gravely,
in a somewhat rich, sonorous voice
Mr. Leslie with loud hilarity. Miss
Elizabeth and Bluebell said very little,
and the latter had a strange, uncom
fortable consciousness during the meal
that the dark, slow-moving eyes of the
millionaire turned again and again to
her face. She knew not why the look
made her shiver suddenly every time
she met it all through her warm, joy
ous heart and body.
The two men talked politics, discuss
ing the likelihood of Kruger's yielding
to Britain's demands.
"Give in? Not he!" cried Leslie
loudly. "Well, the British know what
to do next, that's one good thing. We'll
sweep the whole race of them from the
earth before we've done with them,
or I'm mistaken, and It's what they
"If it comes to war, of course there
can be no doubt as to which side will
win," said Mr. Moore, more quietly.
"I suppose you have no friends among
the Boers or Afrikanders, Mr. Leslie?"
"Friends among such people?" cried
Mr. Leslie. "Not very likely! I would
not admit one of them into my house!"
Bluebell spoke almost for the first
time. Her voice was just a little un
steady, as if emotion of some kind was
stirring it.
"You don't always speak like that,
father. I am sure we have never re
ceived anything but kindness from any
of the Dutch with whom we came in
oontact. And, besides, there's a good
deal to be said for their desire to rule
their own republic in their own way.
How would we like over in the old
country if foreigners came and settled
down among us—Frenchmen or Ger
mans—and compelled us to conform
to their customs? They are only like
their brave forefathers in the time of
William the Silent,"
Her father interrupted her with a
loud laugh.
"Doctor Rothes has provMed you
with quite a number of arguments,
Bluebell. But polHics are quite out
side a woman's sphere, my girl, so I
advise you not to take them up. Eh,
Mr. Moore, ism't that so?"
"I think M4as Leslie would even
make a oowrert of me," said the mil
flonaire, bcrwing gallantly. Again
Bluebell caught his eye, and the look
gave her another shiver. "May I ask
he went on quietly, cUsousrfng Miss
Elizabeth's Die. "who Doctor Rothes
"A young Englishman over at Lady
smith," replied Mr. Leslie carelessly.
"We have him here sometimes. A very
clever young fellow—quite exception
ally clever but just a little quixotic,
you know, as young fellows are apt to
"Just so I understand," said Mr.
Moore quietly. He glanced at Blue
bell without appearing to do so, and
saw that the healthy rose in her
cheeks had deepened almost imper
ceptibly in tint, and that her long
lashes drooped over and demurely hid
her eyes.
The millionaire was ta stay at New
Kelso—thus Mr. Leslie had named Ms
farm in memory of the Scottish town
near which he had lived—all night.
Bluebell did not feel nearly as hospit
able as usual.
Now Kelso was a lonely enough
place, being about twelve miles from
Ladysmith, the nearest village, and
the womenfolk sometimes saw no
outsider for the space of many
months they were, therefore, all the
more disposed to make the most of
any stray one who did appear.
But Blubell did not feel that Gerald
Moore was going to be any acquisition
She had a vague, groundless dread of
him, as if his presence denoted danger.
"I don't like him." she said to her
self. "And yet why should I not? He
has done nothing 10 make me dislike
or distrust him."
Down-stairs the two men were sit
ting together at the table, a decanter
of Scotch1 whisky and two glasses be
tween them.
They had been speaking in low
tones but now, as the whisky began
to take effect, Leslie raised his.
"You are a generous man, Moore!"
he cried. "And you are in earnest
when you tell me that this is the sole
return you ask for your extraordinary
"The sole return," Moore replied. He
raised his hands to his lips, and kept
it there for a moment then, dropping
it to his glass, which had stoot?, full be
side him all the time, though Leslie
had replenished his several times, he
added slowly: "But I must hive that
return, Mr. Leslie—that and no other.
I have set my mind upon it."
was a week later.
Bluebell had gone to Ladrsrxith,
itae dry, open v^ldt by
the wagon-path on her gure-footed lit
tle horse Rover. She was a capital
horse-woman, and nothing daunted
her when in the saddle.
It was a very hot day, and there
were signs of coming rain, which made
Bluebell hurry. Her path lay across
the dry veldt. Coarse, parched grass
and withered shrubs made it look like
a desert. The road was a bad and nar
row one. It swelled and undulated
like an ocean, now dipping down into
a hollow, now rising to the height of
a little green-covered kopje. Some
times she rode close Co the river,
which seemed almost dry now, so long
had been the drought and always she
kept in sight of the great frowning
peaks of Drakensberg, above which
eagles and vultures circled in their
sky-piercing flight.
Bluebell had messages at Lady
smith. but it was not of her mes
sages she was thinking as she neared
her destination. She was close to it
at last. She saw the little town nest
ling, as it seemed in the distance, al
most at the bottom of Bulwaan,
though In truth separated from it by
wide stretches of meadow lands, with
the Klip winding its course through
Now she passed numerous kopjes of
red earth, interspersed with shrubs,
between which grew abundance of
flowers, white jasmine and climbing
convolvulus, and the rich glory of red
and yellow bloom clustered thickly on
the low, dwarf shrubs which covered
the kopjes.
Bluebell had acquaintances in Lady
smith. The Leslies were pretty well
known in the country.
She was just turning into the town
when some one emerging from behind
a sudden curve came towards her.
Bluebell started a little and stooped
over Rover, a richer color than exer
cise had brought there coming into her
In a few seconds the new comer was
close to her, and lifting his big gray
hat from his head, paused by her
horse. He was a young man, perhaps
nearing thirty, attired in gray khaki,
and with a sunburnt face which show
ed that he was exposed to
all weather. For the rest, he had
been originally a fair-complexioned
man, with good features and an open,
frank expression. His dark gray eyes
were clear and steady, but could look
wonderingly soft and tender. They
did so now, though his expression was
one of much anxiety as he held out his
hand, into which Bluebell put hers
without a word.
(To be continued.)
Rnrmah's Amber Mines*
hi Burmah amber is found in a re
gion difficult of access and jealously
guarded by those who have every in
terest in keeping their secret. It is
situated in the Hukong valley, sur
rounded on three sides by almost im
passable ranges of mountains, so that
it is accessible only from the south
across low hills forming the watershed
between the Chindwin and the Irra
waddy. In one of these low hill
ranges are the famous and mysterious
mines of golden resin. It is obtained
in a very primitive way. After the
harvest the diggers go to the hills,
and selecting a place where there are
no pits dug by previous prospectors,
shape with their swords a small
-pointed hoe, a wooden shovel, and a
basket of split bamboo. With these
they make a hole in the blue clap, re
moving the refuse by means of the
basket, and gradually deepening the
shaft. Three men work in company—
one below (the shaft not being large
enough for more than one at a time),
while the others hand up the basket.
The amber is found in "pockets,"
which are generally indicated by
strings of coaly matter appearing in
the clay.—Stray Sfories.
A Third Eye.
In ancient times a short-sighted sol
dier or hunter was almost an impos
sibility today a whole nation is af
flicted with defective vision. It is al
most certain that man once possessed
a third eye, by means of which he was
enabled to see above his head. The
human eyes formerly regarded the
world from the two sides of the head.
They are even now gradually shifting
to a more forward position. In the
dim fast the ear flap was of great
service in ascertaining the direction of
sounds, and operated largely in the
play of the features. But the muscles
of the e®r have fallen into disuse, for
the fear of surprise by enemies no
longer exists. Again, our sense of
smell is markedly inferior to that of
'savages. That it is still decreasing
is evidenced by observations of the
olfactory organs. But the nose still
indicates a tendency to become mora
All a Mistake.
"Prisoner," said a Maryland justice,
"you have been found guilty of steal-i
ing a pig belonging to Col. Childers.
Have you anything to say before I'
jpass sentence?" "I has, sah," answer-1
ed the prisoner, as he rose up. "It's
all a mistake, jedge—all a mistake. I:
didn't dun reckon to steal from Kur
nel Childers. What I was arter was
a hawg belongln' to Majah Dawson,
an' how dem two animals got mixed
up and de constable found de meat in'
my cabin am gwine to bodder me till
I come out o' jail an' lick de ole wo
man fer not keepin' better watch at
de doah!"—New York Tribune.
Mt»t CUu In Optica.
"In looking out of doors, do you no
tice how bright is the green of the
grass and the leaves?" asked an el
derly gentleman of a little girl, whose
home he was visiting. "Yes, sir."
"Why does it appear so migh brighter,
at this time?" he next asked, looking
down upon the bright, sweet face with
tender interest. "Because ma has
cleaned the window, arid you can see
out better," she said.—Stray Stories.
Want Favored Stktlons.
Army officers stationedvn this coun
try are all anxious to receive details
to the military schools in the different
states. Several of these Vetails have
been recently made. As Ley are all
under the control of the Besident, it
generally takes some little |ifluence to
obtain, on*
:v ...
la Afraid of the Record Made by the
Republican Administration and Will
Kot Defend It—Would Bather Talk of
Other Things.
That condition which Mr. Bryan
warned his party friends against, when
he pleasantly said, it is undesirable to
nominate a ticket in which the candi
date for first and second place may
find it necessary to enter into a joint
debate with one another, appears to
have already developed an illustration
in the case of the gentleman nomina
ted for president and vice president by
Mark Hanna's convention.
Just before he left on his trip to Ok
lahoma, Candidate Roosevelt gave out
an Interview In which he pitched into
all violations of the civil service law.
His opening declaration reads thus:
"I know that no republic can perma
nently endure, when its politics are
corrupt and base, and the spoils sys
tem, the application in political life
of the degrading doctrine that to the
victors belong the spoils, produces cor
ruption and degradation."
This Is bringing Mr. McKinley, Mr.
Roosevelt's running mate, to book with
a vengeance for going back on his oft
repeated declaration that he would
'take no step backward" in civil serv
ice reform, by removing the civil serv
ice fence from around more than 10,
000 offices, previously filled by the
merit system, and leaving open to the
occupancy of hungry spoilsmen, in
order to help Mark Hanna carry the
Dhlo election last fall,for the Repub
lican ticket.
Again Candidate Roosevelt inserts
the knife into the head of the presi
lential ticket, and draws its blade
Iweepingly across the abdomen of the
Ban who bosses the Republican party,
In the following fashion: "Presidents
Arthur, Harrison and Cleveland have
U1 desired to see the service extended
Ind the law well administered." How
'bout President McKinley? Candidate
Roosevelt is ominously silent as to the
record of his running mate in the civil
lervice reform business.
Once more he says: "The spoils
Mongers and the spoils-hunter invari
Ibly breed the bribe-taker and the
brifre-giver, the embezzler of public
lunds. and the corrupter of voters."
No one at all conversant with recent
political history can read the last para
graph without interpreting it as a de
fiction of Hanna's election methods,
the tactics he employed in getting into
the senate, and his blackmailing post
toasters la^fe y«ar out of corruption
tunds for the Ohio election when he
imployed Mr. Dick as his stool pigeon.
Roosevelt's language likewise reads
like a direct reference to the thievery
if Hanna's friends Neely and Rath
kone in Cuba.
What is Teddy the Terror up to?
Does he want to get even with Hanna
tor trying to prevent his nomination?
boes he wish to knife McKinley this
fear so as to mount upon the Ohloan's
political horse to the candidacy for
}residfent in 1904?
Both these conclusions are strongly
inferable from Roosevelt's remarkable
iterances.—Kansas City Times.
A reee*t cartoon in Puck piotures
(he street car riots in St. Louis and as
lerts that they are the realization of
the anarchistic Chicago platform.
Now, fee ery of wolf was effective in
1896, but it is frayed at the elbows and
tun down at the heels this year. Peo
ple have seen Bryan and have failed to
liscover the cibven hoof hidden in his
tmple boots, a tail curled beneath his
lack coat, er horns sprouting from his
iead scantUy covered with hair. They
lo longer 'lelieye that death and de
Itruction follow in the wake of an en
Ictment of Democratic laws. Surely a
tarty that stamds for every principle
lear to the rounders of the republic
not going to tear the nation up by
the roots and cast it into the sea.
Some new "fake" must be tried this
rear. Puck, the New York Times and
Ither mugwump papers that are
Icreaming anarchy, are wasting their
lowder. It won't work again.
But to take Puck's cartoon seriously
for a moment. The Democratic party
lost at the polls in 1896. If any na
lional.party is to be blamed for the la
bor troubles that have been so numer
»us during the present administration
lurely if cannot be blamed on the
Democrats. Mr. McKinley takes credit
tor the large wheat crops. He ought
by the same reasoning to bear the bur
len of-toe labor (.roubles. That 3uch a
tartoon is printed by a reputable paper
|hows the lengths to which partisan
ship will carry otherwise sane men.—
fcvansville Courier.
A Political Fable.
The Chicago Public draws attention
to the fact (utterly ignored in the
ress dispatches, as nearly all essential
•acts usually are) that the great ice
trust of New York, in which prominent
politicians of both parties are deeply
Interested, rested not upon any power
If organization, but upon a monopoly
If the docks. If these had been free to
ill shippers, the trust would have been
rendered impossible by competition.
Bo it is with all trusts they are made
possible only by laws that foster mon
opoly of trade, transportation, and
land? Abolish these, and no 'anti
trust legislation would be needed.
Editor Star. Reading the foregoing
We rambled oft into fable-land, thus:
("Trusts"—A Fable.)
A certain householder once adver
tised for a watch-dog, and two of the
traternity responded. Now, one was a
fcood dog and the other a bad dog. The
food dog modestly stated his abilities
the bad dog claimed the place on the
fcround that his competitor was guilty
6f a serious crime. So the query was
crime?" "The crime of having
I flea on his tall, sir," replied the bad
log. "And you, of all creatures in the
icorld, have the gall to raise an objec
tion like that!" said the Tiouseholder.
"Why, you miserable cur, for that one
lea on your friend's tail, you have a
hundred to every square Jnch of your
earc&ss, and not fleas oily, but lice,
Inaggots, ticks, and kind of ver
mfn aadcr the nut. Out
you rascal, and thank your
I do not punish you as you deset^e"^f
handing you over to the poundman."
So the contest ended. The bad dog,
with many a cautious look behind,
sneaked off home, whilst the good dog
got the situation.
This fable will be perfectly self-ex
planatory to those sensitive Republi
cans who are at present in such a dol
orous mood over the discovery of a
few tainted Democrats in the Ice
Trust.—San Francjsco Star.
The same officeholders that induced
the president to repudiate the promise
that there should be "no backward
step" with reference to civil service re
form have dictated to him the person
nel of the officeliolding force of Cuba.
It is not too much to say that the
whole thing is part of one plan. Mr.
Hanna and his machine found them
selves limited as to spoils. There was
not enough to go around. Demands
for service rendered could not be grati
fied. And so the president was per
suaded to repudiate the promise and
took the "backward step." After this
all was easy. There was not only war
rant for filling the Cuban service and
all our service in the dependencies
with the henchmen and heelers of the
spoilsmongers, but there was warrant
for the overfilling of those places. The
figures of the Cuban scandal that have
come to light show the disproportion
ate number of officeholders foisted on
that island, which in itself was scan
dalous.—Indianapolis News, Ind.
We need no new government. We
need no political platform. We need
men to execute the laws. We need
courts which will weigh out exact jus
tice for rich and poor. We need a law
which will prevent nefarious combina
tions of capital from planting their
feet in one state for the purpose ol
choking the people of another. We
need independent public enterprises,
controlled by the people for their own
benefit. But we will get these things
only when our citizens become wise.—
New York Journal, Dem.
And now abideth Marcus,William and
Teddy, but the greatest of these is
Hanna.—Wichita (Kan.) Democrat.
Blasphemous Tomfoolery.
Much latitude must be given the
proud American enthusiast once in
every four years because he then ex
ercises the proud privilege of a free
man in electing a ruler and all sorts
of extravagance in language may be
excused, from the most solemn and
funereal to the most tropically exuber
ant and hysterical. Few people are
permitted to choose their own rulers
and these few should be allowed to ex
ercise their vocal chords to the fullest
extent. But there is reason in all
things and some of his admirers are
going beyond all reason in their be
slobbering eulogies of Roosevelt. The
preachers have been so far the gravest
offenders. Two gentlemen of the cloth
have taken it upon themselves to liken
the "hero of San Juan" to the "hero
of Calvary" and one of these holy qaen
has compared Roosevelt's life to the
"businesslike" methods Of Jesus.
If this is anything at all it Is blas
phemous tomfoolery. Roosevelt has
been honored' and possibly may merit
the honor but that does not entitle him
to canonization or deification.
They Don't Straddle.
From the Boston Herald: Justioe
Brewer of the United States supreme
court spoke out with considerable free
dom at the New England dinner in
Chicago on Bunker Hill day. If his re
marks, as is probable, were not in
tended to have a personal application,
it is almost enevitable that they should
be so interpreted. He said: "There
were no milk and water men in New
England. There were many things in
their lives which lacked sweetness and
grace. But there was that force and
that steadiness which made them a
power. They were men who Hd not
know what it was to straddle. A man
with his ear always to the groumd to
catch the rumbling of the people Is
not worth a snap of the fingers." The
judge is a good speaker—a sensible
and a thoughtful one, and one who is
very apt to be instructive in what he
says. He is not burdened by the
weight of the ermine, either, when he
gets out of the court atmosphere.
Passed a Painful Subject.
Springfield, Mass., Republican: It
is our opinion that, with all its splen
dor, the Republican convention ot 1900
has a fatal lack, which appears no
where more clearly than in the bril
liant speeches of its two chairmen.
The conscience, the idealism, the glor
ious fidelity to human rights, which
are now embodied by Hoar, Boutwell,
Edmunds and the rest, are not there.
The materialism of Hanna, the cynical
political ethics of Lodge, the swash
buckler fervor of Roosevelt—all these
are there, and they dominate every
thing. It is not surprising that the
proceedings are described as lacking
in enthusiasm. Nor is it strange that
the great apostacy of the republic in
the far. East is left almost to a foot
note in the platform, while the con
vention orators hurriedly pass the
painful subject by.
Labor in the Cabinet.
The Republican platform declared
for a new cabinet officer—a minister of
commerce. The Democrats also favor
ah increase in the president's official
family. But they call for a secretary
of labor.
This difference shows the difference
in attitude between the two parties.
The Republicans look at economic
questions from the side of the capital
ists, the Democrats irom the side of
the workers. They hold that prosper
ity means the accumulation of vast
wealth by the few. The Democrats
believe that the welfare of the workers,
the producers, is the foundation of
general prosperity. A country is pros
perous when the masses are contented,
receiving a fair shar£ of the products
of their toil. Governments are for
the benefit of the raanV and not of the
few.—EvansvilJe Courier.
The trusts are shutting de^n mills
throughout the country everywhere.
Perhaps it is to let the operatives get
liungry and promise to reopen them in
the case of Republican suacops at the
llsr—Rock Island Argus./
With these words Webster
joined the Democratic party.
His declaration was made In
Kansas City convention hall in
presence of 20,000 people.
He was given an ovation second
only to that which greeted the pre
sentation of the name of William Jen
nings Bryan for president.
The delegates became fairly delir
ious with joy when in tones of tri
umph, as though he had fought a bat
tle within himself and won, he ex
"I stand upon this platform and
support with you William Jennings
Missouri started the demonstration.
Her guidon was raised high and be
neath it such stalwarts as William J,
Stone, Dave Ball, John A. Knott.
Thomas T. Crittenden, Jr., Ed. Butlei
and John A. Carroll gathered. They
gave an old-time Missouri yell, and
then the demonstration began. Ban
ners were hurled from side to side,
flags by the thousand fluttered, 20,000
people cheered and cheered and
cheered. The band also joined in. It
played "America," and the people whe
had tired of cheering joined in singing
the grand old patriotic hymn. Mis
souri's guidon was rushed from one
end of the arena to the other. It was
followed by the guidon of every othei
delegation. Prince David of Hawaii
became as excited as his American
brethren. He shouted,-he cheered, and
no doubt cried, so great was his en
The demonstration continued for five
It was revived a moment later when,
with a great burst of feeling, he ex
"The masses of the American people
stand for the blessed idea of liberty,
justice and equality of rights."
This time the delegates rose to their
feet in a mass. There was not a lag
gard to be seen. All frantically waved
flags and shouted until their voices re
This time the band played "Dixie."
The spectators apparently became as
frenzied as the delegates. Among the
latter Richard Croker was conspicuous.
First he ftaved his flag. Then he
clapped his hands together, and finally
he shouted and cheered lustily.
Throughout the demonstrations Mis
souri's gifted son stood like a statue
although his eyes flashed and the
muscles of his face twitched convul
sively. Once he raised his hands in
an attitude of supplication, bowing his
head in unison with the gesture.
Then came the magnificent perora
tion. Again the convention went wild.
The Missouri delegation rushed to the
platform and at its steps waited for
him. The great men of the Democrat
ic party on the rostrum were welcom
ing him into the fold. He was finally
pulled away from them and to the
arena he was hurried. Hon. William
J. Stone, Missouri's greatest Demo
crat, seized him in his arms. "Well
done, my boy, well done!" he ex
claimed, his voice filled with emotion.
"God bless you!"
Tears coursed from Mr. Davis' eyes
and down his cheeks.
Another delegate pinned a Missouri
delegate's badge upon his coat.
Again a great cheer went up. The
Missourians danced,about like Cotnan
ches on the war path. The band struck
up "The Star-Spangled Banner," and
10,000 people joined in singing the
apostrophe to liberty.
Then the Missouri delegation, with
Mr. Davis in the van, headed a proces
sion. Up and down the arena they
marched to the music alternately of
"The Stars and Stripes Forever" and
At last nature demanded a rest, and
as the last exultant cheer died away
Webster Davis sank into a chair in
the space reserved for the Missouri del
"A Democrat at last," he said. "That
platform is good enough and strong
enough for any true American to
stand upon."
President McKinley lacks backbone.
He has been bulldozed by Senator
Piatt, aided by the complacent Depew,
into the appointment of an unfit man
for judge of the United States district
court in western New York. The re
cent disastrous experiences of the ad
ministration with boss-made selections
for important department positions do
not seem to have warned the president
of his folly. The spoilsmen keep con
trol even of the selection of high ju
dicial functionaries.—Philadelphia Rec
ord, Dem.
A Triumph of Science,
An interesting branch of chemistry
is that which is concerned with the
manufacture of perfumes. In most
cases these substances are high-boiling
oils, which are complex mixtures of
a number of compounds, and until
quite recently they were obtained ex
clusively from flowers. The essential
principles which give the perfumes
their value belong to a class of organic
compounds known as terpenes, and it
is now possible to produce these essen
tial principles instead of mere imita
tions. Within ten years wonderful
progress has been made in experiments
dealing with the terpenes by such
chemists as Wallach, Baeyer and Tie
man, and it is now known that nearly
every substance having the properties
of a perfume has in its molecule cer
tain atomic groups, whose presence
has a marked effect upon the odor.
Was Pledged by Proxy.
An odd story which may or may not
be true is that told of the Marquis of
Londonderry, Great Britain's new
postmaster-general. Before he suc
ceeded to his father's peerage he stood
for parliament in the Irish County
Down, and was elected as a Home Rul
er. When he subsequently voted
against Home Rule and was charged
with bad faith, he said that he had
never pledged himself to support that
eause. It subsequently turned out
that a practical joker who resembled
the candidate, had visited County
Down previous to the parliamentary
elections and promised the Irish Na
tionalists that h6 would support them
on all questions affecting the welfare
of Ireland. The hoax was discovered
too late to undeceive the Home Rulers,
who acknowledged tliat tiey had been
pl!E READ-,
Only 1'jick ol' leadership Prevent
Wholesale Lynching of Colored People''
—Many Acts of Depredation—-Lyueh
lngs A verted.
New Orleans, July 27.—There wa's'1
rioting_for three hours, as a result of
which one negro ir dead, a white news
boy is dying, six negroes are in the'e
hospital badly beaten and wounded
and several white persons are suffer
ing from injuries inflicted by stray^
bullets during the excitement. Thes
casualties so far reported are as fol
lows: Killed: Unidentified negro. In-v.
jured: John Deeds, white, aged 23
years shot in both hands Charles
Moyle, white, laborer, shot in the
knee George Morris, colored, badly:,
beaten Isaac McMahon, whit», aged
15 years, shot in ungh Alex Ruffin,
colored, bruised and beaten H,
Sanders, colored, cut and bruised
Daniel White, colored, badly bruised.
Mob Beut on Lynching
The mob was formed for the purpose
of lynching the negro Pierce, who was
with the missing murderer Charles on
Monday night and who shot Officer
Mora. In the fight with thesr negroes
Captain Day and Officer Lamb wen
killed. A mass meeting waa hel.i
near the union depot at 8 o'clock, at
which inflammatory speeches were
made, those who tried to counsel mod
eration being howled down. Then the
crowd marched up St. Charles avenue
firing pistols and beating negi^es, ..nd
out Washington avenue to Douglass
Square, near -the scene of the murder
of Captain Day. By this time the moli
had been increased to about 2,000.
Speeches were made and the crowd
started for the parish prison, chasing
negroes out of Poydras market, and
helping themselves to pistols from the
second-hand stores in Dyades street.
Mayor Makes Quieting Spce li.
At the parish prison they were re
ceived by acting Mayor Mehle, ex
Mayor John Fitzpatriek, about fifty
officers, Sheriff Klock and forty armed
deputies. Mehle and Fitzpatriek made
pacifying speeches, and the police told
the crowd to move on, and they pro
ceeded to Storyville.
The police had been stationed in all
negro sections and kept the dwindlins
crowd moving, but at the corner of
Custom House and Villerie streets a
negro employe of a tenderloin restau
rant was killed. About this time most
of the men, who at no time had any
real purpose beyond the terrorizing of
the negroes, began to 50 home, and,
the crowd of boys that/remained split3
up and marched though different
streets, making a good deal of noise,
but doing little damage. There were,
however, many acts of depredation.
The principal one was the breaking
into and rifling of a second-hand store,
and ammunition were taken, to
hich no objection,
njTWhen he protested"against the seTi
inf of jewelry and sundry other avti
clf he was set upon and very badly
beaten. The result is that his wife, who
was in a delicate condition, will probJ
ably die.
Chinese Not Molested.
The street car lines managed to have
inspectors wherever the mob was apt
to cross a line and forced negroes to
leave the cars. It was well they didi
for cars were searched for the blacks.
Singularly enough, the mob passed
dozen laundry shops, in which indus
trious Chinamen ironed away, without
so much as a moment's pause, and not1
an overt act was committed against
them. There seems to have been no
leader at any time, and the authorities,,^
refrained from dispersing the mob only
because it was feared a fight might
ensue that would result in more blood
shed than would result from merely
keeping them moving. About mid
night the streets were quiet again, tho ft
iast of the marauders having held up
the street cars for transportatiin ta
their homes. A railroad man named
Scott was active in urging on the crowd
and he may be arrested for inciting
Honors for 1'rnf. Ureasted.
Berlin, July 27.- Fvnf .T. H. Breas
ed, the well-known teael sr of Eg-yp
ology, in the University of Chicag
has been appointed by the emperor of
Germany to superintend the publica
tion of an Egyptian dictionary. Some
time ago the emperor, out of his pri
vate purse, allowed a considerable sum
for the publication of this work, which
it is expected will take fifteen years
to complete. With the aid of the new
lexicon, students of Egyptology will be
able to study the hieroglyphics in thq
various museums throughout the
World. Prof. Breasted has been ap
pointed for one year at present.
Lawyer Commits Saicide.
Wichita, Kas., July 27.—Herbert B'.
Stimpson, a lawyer and prominent
criminologist of this city, committed
suicide. He shot himself in the head.
He .had just been arrested, charged
with embezzling $625 given him by a
client to quit a title to real estate. He
had been decorated by King HumVr*
of Italy for scientific works. He wor
the cross of the Legion of Honor by
blowing up the gates of Dahomey.
Mme. Janauschek Better.
New York, July 26.—Mme. Janaut.
chek, the actress, who was stricken
yrlth paralysis a week ago, Is imp rov
in ad a in
week, it is said. She is in her 71-t
year. .....
Woman'* "Body found in a Pond.
Princeton, Ind., July 27.—The body
01. Carrie Holdscraper, German, 20
years Old, was found in a shallow^
pone1 near Somerville. The body had
the a^pe&rance of having teen in tha
water xibout twenty-four hours. She
left her\hcme ,to pick berries. Sho
failed to rkura ¥on£ay night, and
Tuesday niAt party wag
organized. /Two
ries were l«und near tlie/poOd, leadii
|e coroiMrjfr.i

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