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"Will it ever come back, the old sweet
(That never a whisper of sorrow brought.
'The old dear love that no cloud could
The tender warmth of a fire within.
The light from no sun or earth-lamp
The mnsic born of no instrument?
"Will it ever come back, the dear lost
Can nobody patch up this broken string'
There are cftbrds once broken no hand
can mend.
Strong chords that snap where they can
not bend.
"We may patch the rent wi our heart's
last creed
'Twill answer no longer our spirit's need
No longer vibrate as at love's own touch.
Love answering love with a swift glad
Yet a word may break what not death
could sever.
And trust once broken is broken forever.'
—Chambers Journal.
Dr. Brook was a widower, and Mrs.
Enderby a widow—and neither was
old and both were handsome. Mrs.
Enderby certainly never was hand
somer in her life than when, after
bearing with Mrs. Forsythe's inuen
does as long as she could, she marched
up her own garden path into her own
house, with her head very well up, and
a beautiful angry blush upon her clear
cheek, and then, going to her own
room, locked the door, and burst into
a passion of tears from vexation pure
and simple.
After almost driving Mrs. Enderby to
madness Mrs. Forsythe went next
into Dr. Brook's house. His pleasant
shaded grounds adjoined those of Mrs.
Enderby, Mrs. Forsythe was a good
eoul, yet sensitive people fled from
her as from a pestilence. "Well girls,"
she said to the doctor's twin daugh
ters, as they received her in the draw
ing-room with all the formality of
their 15 years, "so you'vegota neigh
bor in your new home. I'll be bound
your father'll be over to call soon."
The two girls were as alike as twins
usually are. They had soft, gray eyes,
like their father, and flowing com
plexions in which the color came and
went. Janet .looked at Dolly, and
Doliy looked at Janet. Their lips
"Papa—does not consult us—where
he wishes to call," said poor Dolly,
vaiuly trying to show some spirit on
the occasion.
"We have perfect confidence in pa
pa," spoke up Janet, boldly.
"Ah, my children, you don't know
widows—and widowers."
Mrs. Forsythe did not drive the two
young girls to their bed-rooms to cry
fuuonsly, but when Dr. Brooke came
honip to his midday dinner from his
round of visits, Dolly flew at him and
kissed him with a strange passion.
Something was the matter with his
girl the Doctor saw.
"What is it?" he asked tenderly,
pressing her soft cheek to his.
"N—nothing," said Dolly, while
tears rushed to hereyes.
"I'll tell vou what it is, father," said
Jack Brooke, aged 16, big, ungainly,
afraid ol nothing on earth, and always
fighting, but who never has given his
father cause for anxiety in his life.
"It's that old Forsythe woman. She's
been here telling the girls you re—"
Jack hesitated, he wished to put it
respectfully—"that you're spooning
all over the widow next door and
what a dance she will lead us."
Dr. Brooke was the soul ot courtesy,
but at this he roared
"Confound that Forsythe woman!
H-re, you fellow, go andtdlthehouse
xnaids and Thomas she's not allowed
to set her foot in this house again.
I'll not have her worrying and teas
ing you. And I—a—have no intention
of—er—oh, ha«h it all!"
That was much substantial comfort
to the girls. Theirpretty faces cleared
up, and at dinner they squabbled for
the privilege of sitting next to their
lather, it being the duty of one to sit
at the head of the table.
The Doctor had a good way to drive
in the country that afternoon, to see
a patient, and so he had leisure to
cogitate over the Forsythe incident.
It was a shame,the Doctor thought
bitterly, that the old woman would
not let him be in peace. If he were
what is vulgarly called a marrying
man, it might be excusable, but he
had been the most prudent and. cir
cumspect of widowers, albeit he was
not yet 40—was the leading doctor in
Compton, and was uncommonly well
off The Doctor had a dim and un
acknowledged feeling that liberty was
too sweet to be trifled with. He had
never really been a free man in his
life until Amelia's death. He had
married immediately upon his gradu
ation. The dead and gone Amelia, it
must be confessed, had been a nag
ging sort of a woman. She was
clever in her way, and by wheedling
and whining had accomplished things
she never could have done by openly
and boldly fighting for them. Amelia
was always protesting her willingness
to give up her own way. Only she
never gave it up. The Doctor was a
victim to that petty tyranny which is
exercised by a small, weak, petty
woman, subject to headaches, over a
big-hearted, big-brained man. When
Amelia died the doctor honestly
fancied himself heart-broken.
Dr. Brooke drove two good horses
to his buggy, and this particular after
noon he preferred to handle the reins
himself. He tickled the flanks of his
trotters with the whip in a way that
made them fly over the road, while he
groaned in spirit. Nobody could say
that his girls lacked care. An elder
ly woman, much above the grade of a
.servaat, was house-Keeper and attend
ed the girls as a kind of duenna. The
Doctor's married sister, who 'lived in
•Compton, selected their clothes and
was ready to take them to lectures and
concerts whenever their father bought
the tickets. Dr. Brooke thought he
had successfully solved the problem
d)t how to bring up his motherless girls,
jltesides there was so much intimacy
between them and their handsome
father, and the girls themselves had
such sweet natures and so much na
tive good sense, that they grew in the
right direc'ion as naturally as hardy
young saplings grow into tall, straight
The Doctor paid his visit and came
home and spent the evening with his
daughters in tha cozy drawing-room.
Dolly and Janet sang duets to him,
while Jack sprawled over the back of
his chair to describe the details of a
"love of a fight," as Sir .Lucius O'Trig
ger says,iin which a friend of his had
lately been engaged. The Doctor
thought, as he toasted histoes before
an open fire/that it would take a very
fascinating woman to charm him into
Dolly's eyes were unusally bright
that night, and suddenly she began to
cough. The cough disturbed the Doc
tor's pleasant conditions. There was
a great deal of scarlet fever abroad,
and in a week pretty Dolly was rav
ing and tossing in her pretty white
bed with the fever.
Mrs. CheDston, Dr. Brook's mar
ried sister, could not come to the girl
because of her own houseful of little
ones. The Doctor hired a professional
nurse, who, with Bridget Ryan, the
duenna, were to take care of Dolly
but Dolly took a violent dislike to the
nurse, and Bridget was seized with
rheumatic fever. As for Jack and
Janet, no power could have
kept them out of their dear
Dolly's room. All these things came
upon the Doctor in a few days ]ust as
he was driven with half a dozen very
ill patients. He went upon his rounds
with a white and anxious face, and
fear and anguish seized upon his soul.
His little Dolly! His best beloved, so
he thought.
It was the second evening after
Bridget's collapse, when Mrs. Enderby,
sitting by her evening lamp, heard a
fearful pull at her door bell. It
startled her so that she jumped up
and ran to the door. As she opened
it she saw Jack Brooke's pale, boyish
face staring at her. The two families
had a speaking acquaintance.
"For God's sake, Mrs. Enderby, he
cried, "come over to Janet. She has
fallen down and hurt herself, and
Bridget's ill. I must go and find father,
he's gone down to the hospital."
Without waiting for any other head
covering than her widow's cap, which
was vastly becoming, although she
never suspected it, Mrs. Enderby fol
lowed Jack across her lawn to Dr.
Brooke's house, up stairs, where, in
Dolly's room, lying across the bed,
was Janet in a dead faint, with Dolly
screaming with excitement, and a sort
of delirium. The nurse was vainly
trying to bring Janet to. Her right
knee had been hurt and she had
fainted withthepain. Mrs. Enderby's
first thought was Dolly. She went up
to her, and laying her cool hand on
Dolly's throbbing temples, spoke to
her. The voung widow had a winning
voice, and poor Dolly stopped her
hysterical cries at the sound, ot it.
"Dolly," said she, what is the mat
ter with you? This is no way to do.
You are "too old."
Dolly did not half comprehend the
words, but she answered:
"How sweet and cool your hands
are. Give me some water. Is Janet
ill too?"
Mrs. Enderby did not answer the
question. She soothed her into quiet
ness and then turned her attention to
Jane When Dr. Brooke rushed up
stairs he found Janet lying with her
head on Mrs. Enderby's shoulder and
struggling bravely to bear the pain.
The instincts of the doctor and the
father made Dr. Brooke almost oblivi
ous to who it was who supported his
child. Only when thekneewas attend
ed to and Janet clungpiteously to her
did he realize that Mrs. Enderby had
the nerve, the gentleness, aud the
sympathy to make her invaluable in
such a crisis. Then, when the excite
ment subsided he realized it. He then
took Mrs. Enderby's hand in his.
"How am I to thank you?" he said
'*But had I been here, you and your
child should not have been exposed to
this risk. My poor Dolly has scarlet
For the first time Mrs. Enderby
took in what he meant. She turned a
little pale.
"Do you think, if Itake precautions,
that Archie—"
"1 think," said the doctor decisive
ly, "that the best thing you can do
with Archie is to send him away for a
few weeks. The fever this year has
been peculiarly contagious."
Two or three tears dropped from
the widow's pretty eyes on her black
gown. The Doctor's heart smote
him. They were standing in Dolly's
room, and* the girl suddenly cried out
from her bed, "Mrs. Enderby, Mrs.
Enderby, don't leave me! I hate that
nurse, and I want you to set on the
bed by me aud hold my hand."
"I'm not afraid myself," said Mrs.
Enderby, "but I am afraid to return
to Archie. Yes, I will telegraph my
sister to come for my boy."
There was no question about Mrs.
Enderby's remaining that night, and
next day little Archie was taken
away. Then the return of Mrs. En
derby to her own house was mooted.
Dolly clung to her piteously, and beg
ged so that she would not leave her,
that nothing but a promise that Mrs.
Enderby would return within an hour
would pacify her.
For the next six weeks Mrs. Enderby
might also have been called an in
mate of Dr. Brook's house, as she spent
more of her waking hours there than in
her own. Dolly, after a short but vio
lent attack, began to mend, and Janet
too, was soon walking around on a
crutch but with their convalescence
their demands on Mrs. Enderby
increased. Early in the morn
ing Jack would slip over
and ask that she would come.
Dolly had a good night and felt cheer
ful and wanted Mrs. Enderby to come
over and cheer her up. Then Janet
and Jack got fond of her with the ex
acting affection of the young and sent
lor her on the slightest provaction.
Janet was apt to feel nervous at night
and to Want Mrs. Enderby for half
an hour before she went to bed, and
Jack would escort her back and forth
fifty times a day it necessary.
Of course the outcome ©f all this
was an*offer on the Doctor's part.
He could but notice her grace, Jier
gentleness, the strange sympathy
between his children and herself. One
night when he came into Dolly's room
and saw Mrs. Enderby sitting in an
arm-chair layDolly's sofa, with Dolly's
hand in hers, and Janet on the other
side of her, while Jack lay on a rug at
her feet gazing at the fire with his
fingers crossing a corner of Mrs. End
erby's drapery, it came over hiin with
a rush that Mis. Enderby was the
sweetest woman in the world.
Widowers are proverbially awkward
in their courtships. Perhaps a knowl
edge of the immensity of the act makes
them less glib. Anyhow, when hand
some, sensible, gentlemanly Dr.
Brooke made an offer soon after to
Mrs. Enderby, in her own drawing
room, he worded it so clumsily that
he seemed to be proposing a co-opera
tive society, of which Dolly, and Janet
and Jack, and Archie were to be the
beneficiaries, and was met with a
point blank refusal.
"Don't speak of it again," she had
"I will not—I will not," answered
the Doctor in a low voice. "Only you
must understand that it is at the cost
of a perpetual struggle. I will not try
no forget you, because I know it is im
possible, but I respect too much the
profound affection even if I did not
wish to spare you the annoyance."
He was gone. Mrs. Enderby felt that
the way he spoke these last few words
almost atoned for the maptness of his
first words. She walked up and down
once or twice. "They cannot now say
that I want to marry him," she said
triumphantly, and felt flushed with
victory. Yet there was something like
a coldness of disappointment upon her.
Of course this put an end to Mrs.
Enderby's going to Dr. Brooke's house
at Dolly's and Janet's most urgent
But they were now almost well
again, and on fine days Jack would
bring the two girls—Janet still limping
a little, and Dolly rather pale and
wan—over to Mrs. Enderby's Dr.
Brooke did not put any bar upon
the continual presence of the children
in Mrs. Enderby's house. He wisely
left that thing alone.
But Dr Brooke was suffering from
bitter disappointment. His cheery
handsome face took on a stern and
troubled look. When he came home,
Dolly's and Janet's songs had no pow
er to charm him. He would sit and
look at the fire in a way that would
make the hearts of his children ache.
One night as he sat thus grave and
preoccupied, Dolly crept up to him.
She laid her cheek in the old wayagainst
his bearded face. "Darling papa," she
said, "what is it trouble you?"
Dr. Brooke held her close. Her in
nocent sympathy did him good.
"Something, my dearest, you can
not help, he said. Dolly, who was a
queer girl, with strange imaginative
fancies, slipped upon his knee.
"Papa, sometimes I have thought—
you won't be angry, papa?" The
Doctor held her to his breast. He had
never been angry with her in all his
"Because," whispered Dolly, in a
different whisper, "sometimes I've
thought—if Archie's mother were our
"There is no chance of that, my
little girl," he said. "Would to God
He stopped.
But Dolly knew it all. That night
in the moonlight she sat up in bed and
told Janet, and by the end of the week
Jack knew it. "And that's why papa
is so serious," said Dolly in her soft
"All broke up because the widow
won't smile on him," mused Jack, to
whom the tender passion was an in
scrutable mystery.
These young creatures talked their
father's romance over with the keen
relish of sixteen-year-olds for these
things. Only Janet was indignant.
"What can she expect if papa is not
good enough for her?" cried she vehe
mently "so handsome, so kind."
"P'r'aps," said Jack, "she's afraid
of us. She thinks we'll bedevil her
and the kid to death."
This solution amazed the girls with
its simplicity and perspicacity. Only
that could account for any woman's
not jumping at the chance of marry
ing their father.
"I'll tell you what it is, girls," said
Jack, "I think it would be ajollygood
thing if we could let Mrs. Enderby
know that we haven't any objection,
and we wouldn't be hard on the kid.
It cuts me to see the governor going
around looking like a cracked pitcher.
We needn't call any names, just inti
mate it in a general sort of way."
"Jack," remarked Janet solemnly,
you've got a great deal more sense
than you ever got creditfor."
It was some days after that when
Mrs. Enderby experienced an ir
ruption of the Brook family into her
Dolly, as chief diplomatist, soon led
off on the important subject.
"It is such a comfort, Mrs. Enderby,
to come over and see you. It would
be so nice if we only had somebody
like you at home."
It was now Janet's turn.
"We wouldn't object to a step
mother if she was nice—nice enough
for papa—because he is a very superior
man indeed, Mrs. Enderby." Jack,
who had not been trusted "with any
share in the conduct of the negotia
tions, here broke in.
"And if she had a kid—say about
six or seven—we wouldn't bedevil
A wave of color swept over Dolly's
0 Jack!" she replied reproachfully.
Mrs.' Enderby was laughing and
blushing. It was so deliciously trans
parent and absurd that she could not
but lau.'h.
"It's very commendable of you,"
she said, "but it won't do for you to
talk about. I don't think your fa
ther would like it—so we'll drop the
subject. 1- ji
Hervisitois soon "departed, much
depressed with the failure of their mis
sion—but in half an hour Dolly stole
back. Mrs. Enderby was sitting just
where she had left her on the drawing
room sofa. Dolly sat down by her.
"I don't think you ought to laugh at
dear papa," she said timidly. Ufe*
"I never laughed at your papa in
my lite," answered Mrs. Enderby soft
"You couldn't if you knew how sad
he is. Hd works so hard, and he never
refuses to go to see poor people, no
matter how tired he is. Last night
when he came home all worn out,
somebody came for him and said old
Betty Jones, who has a cancer and is
dying, was crying for him, and he got
right up and went out* although he
said he couldn't do her any good, and
stayed with her three or four hours.
When he came home, he just sat down
before the fire and looked so hopeless
and troubled.
Mrs. Enderby made no reply, but
presently Dolly saw two tears drop
from her eyes the child's simple story
touched her.
Dolly rose she had quick percep
tion, and saw at once that she had
gained something. That nieht Dolly
could ,hardly sit still until Jack and
Janet had gone up stairs. Then she
slipped up to her father, and with her
old familiar way, laid her cheek on
"Papa, I want to tell you some
thing. To-day I was talking 'to Mrs.
Enderby about you and I said you
didn't seem as happy as you used to,
and papa, she cried she didn't want
me to see it, but I did all the
The Doctor jumped up and looked
his daughter in the face.
"Are you sure, Dolly? Was she dis
The Doctor looked at his watch. It
was only 9:15. He kicked his slippers
under the table and began tugging at
his boots. In ten minutes he was in
Mrs. Enderby's drawing room. There
was no halting or hanging fire now.
The Doctor stated his case with hu
mility and dignity, and in half an hour
from the time he had slammed his
slippers off he and Mrs. Enderby sat
side by side acknowledged lovers.
It was sometime afterwards that
Mrs. Enderby told her fiance of his
children's courtship. Dr. Brooke
laughed jovially it certainly was a
novel wooing.—Cottage Hearth.
The Profound Mystery Which an
Old-Time Rounder Is Unable to
"I'm an old man," he said slowly
in the hearing of a Detroit Free Press
man, "and I've lived a long time
longer than most men who have
lived as long as I have, for there's
mighty little in this world that I
oughtn't to know that I don't know,
and I've been trying to learn it for fifty
years, more or less."
"What's that?" interrogated Gam
aliel, who was but yet a beginner.
"Well, my son, it's this: I don't
know, and I don't believe I ever shall
why it is that when a man gets home
at 3 o'clock the morning and finds
he hasn,t his night key in his pocket
he can ring the bell and thump the
door and throw pebbles up against
the windows and disturb the whole
neighborhood, and keep on doing it
for three-quarters of an hour or more
before he wakes anybody in the house
but if he gets there at 3 the morning
and has his night key in his pocket and
slips it into the lock as still as a mouse
and turns it without a creak, and
creeps upstairs in his sock feet as still
as a cat, and gets into his room as
noiseless as the stars go to rest, he
not only wakes up his wife, but next
morning everybody in the house is
asking him what he means by coming
in at that hour of the night, and E he
must come in then, why doesn't he
make less racket and not disturb the
whole country."
The old man, in an excess of emotion,
gasped once or twice and began to
mop his brow.
"That's, what I don't know," he
went on," and I'd like to live until you
have lived just as long as I have, to see
if you can fiind out, but I don't really
believe you ever will."
"I'll try," briefly remarked Gamaliel,
and those who know Gamaliel have a
sublime confidence that he has madr/
a noble beginning.
Some Pat Answers to a School
Teacher's Question,
The pretty school teacher, for a lit
tle divertisement, had asked her class
for the best original definition ot
"wife," and the boy in the corner had
promptly responded: "A rib."
She looked at him reproachfully
and nodded to the boy with dreamy
eyes, who seemed anxious to say
"Man's guiding star and guardian
angel," he said in response to the nod.
"A helpmeet," put in a flaxen-hah
ed girl.
"One who soothes man in adversi
ty,' suggested a demure little girl.
"And spends his money when he's
flush," added the incorrigible boy in
the corner.
There was a lull, and the pretty,
dark-eyed girl said slowly:
"A wife is the envy of spinsters."
"One who makesaman hustle," was
the next suggestion.
"And keeps him from making a fool
of himself," put in another girl.
"Some one for a man to find fault
with when things go wrong," said a
sorrowful little maiden.
"Stop right there," said the pretty
school teacher. "That's the best defi
Later the sorrowful little maiden
sidled up to her and asked:
"Aren't you going to marry that
handsome man who calls for you
nearly every day?"
"Yes, dear," she replied, "but with
us nothing will ever go wrong. H«
The Checkered Career of a Man
Whose Whole Life Has Been
Spent In Office-Seeking
and Self- Admiration—
The Brilliant Record o*
Senator C. K. Davis.
Amidst all the turmoil, trouble and
tribulations incident to a grave polit
ical contest throughout the nation, it
is comforting to think that the Repub
lican party in Minnesota shows a so
lid front, duringthe campaign of 1892.
There are no disgruntled Platts or
Hills to be placated in the North Star
State. The only dead wood that is
left to stumble over in the onward
march of the grand old party to vict
ory, is the calamity howlers who de
serted the ranks two years ago, and
are to-day whistling the Rogue's
March to keep their courage up,
while the people are getting their Re
publican ballots ready in the midst of
a solid material prosperity such as
the nation has rarely known.
The only leader of prominence who
remains to the so-called People's Party
is the inevitable Ignatius Donnelly,
and this man Donnelly is unique in
the political history of the republic.
He is a singular production of na
ture Possessing large intellectual
capacity, his life has been a complete
and monumental failure. Only for
the ornamental purposes ot his
singular personality, he is as
entirely useless to-day as the sphinx.
It were a pity that means could not
be discovered which would make him as
etsrnally silent.
His egotism is simply monumentlal.
He loves himself as the bridegroom
dotes upon his bride. And the re
markable thing about it is that while
burning incense upon the altar of his
own self-love, the fellow really imagines
that he is all the time loving the people.
Now, will anybody vouchsafe to the
public first what Ignatius Donnelly
nas in common with the masses of the
people in this splendid young
state of Minnesota? can he
sympathize with them in
their ceaseless toil? No. For Mr.
Donnelly was never known to do a
days hard manual labor during 35
years residence this state
Men who carry heavy burdens be
come round shouldered. Mr. Donnel
ly becomes round-bowelled by carry
ing the immense cargo of rich food
which daily finds a resting place be
neath his constantly lengthening belt.
This man who assumes to be the
Moses to lead the laboring Egyptians
out of slavery and bondage, lacks the
first element of a popular leader. He
was born without a conscience. Du
ring his first years in the state, the
people conferred high official position
upon him. He wras first elected Lieu
tenant Governor of the state, and im
mediately afterward chosen to Con
gress, where he served four years.
In these high positions was he service
able to the people? No. He served
nobody but Donnelly. Ev,ery in
terest in the State became secondary
to the advancement of Donnelly.
Repudiated by his party, he ran
upon an independent ticket
for the purpose of defeating that party.
He was successful, and through his
agency the first democrat from the
state of Minnesota occupied a seat
He then joined the democracy and
remained loyal to that party until the
Patrons of Husbandry gave him an
excuse for turning traitor to it. He
became the leader of the potitical
"granger" movement, and was so
parsistently clamorous for official pre
ferment within its ranks that the
movement gradually disintegrated
until it became a memory.
Then he essayed to lead the
Knights of Labor, but was soon
repudiated bv them.
Finally the Farmers' Alliance
was organized, and he drifted into
the ranks of this latest movement,
and from that into the People's Party.
Here we find him to-day, deafening
the ears of the groundlings by his ca
lamity howlings.
This is a vei imperfect world. But
does any reader of history remember
a period in the life ot the planet when
prosperity was more universal than
just now? Injustice and selfishness
have ahvays obtained in the dealings
of man with man. But does any
reader of these lines recollect when
things were better than they are now?
"Give me a bite of your apple and I
will show you my sore toe remarked
the cunning urchin to bis school mate.
Mr. Donnelly is just now showing
his sore toe to the world, in the vain
hope that a confiding people will elect
him to the office of Governor in return
for the sublime favor. But the peo
ple of Minnesota are just now too
busily engaged in gathering the har
vest to look at Mr. Donnelly's ulcers.
It is not at all singular if Mr. Donnel
ly should be covered with bruises. He
has for thirty years been fighting im
aginary evils, punching his lance into
the wings of wind-mills in motion,
running amuck with the capital which
has been engaged in the developement
of the commonwealth, and it is very
remarkable if he is not covered with
boils and wounds gathered in his Quix
otic Career.
The people of this state are tired of
Donnelly. His former eloquence has
degenerated into rot. His stories are
"stale, flat and unprofitable." His
calamity shoutings are only noise,
but their long continuance makes
them awfully monotonous.
His defeat in this campaign will
not prevent him from taking up the
howling in 1894 where he leaves it off
this year. But, thanks to the good
Lord, heisgrowinq older, and in the
processes of a kindly nature must
cease entirely in a few years when
./'Silence like a poultice comes,
To heal the blows or sound,"
what a boon it will be to the people
of this Donneliy ridden state. He will
never cease while he lives, bat he will
not live always. And when he sleeps
with his fathers, what a sense of rest
fulness and relief will come to the tired
ears of a weary and over-burdened
The Legislative Ticket.
So often the legislative tickets in the
various districts throughout the
state are allowed to go by default,
being lost in the struggle for the so
called higher offices. The legislature
which meets at St. Paul this winter is
one of the utmost importance to the
future welfare of the state. Indepen
dent of other considerations, the
mere fact that the retention of Hon.
C. K. Davis will be imperiled by a
loss of the legislature, should con
strain every republican to stand
firmly by the republican nomina
tions for the legislature.
For five years Senator Davis has
filled a seat in that great national
body which has been honored in the
past by holding in its membership
the sublimest intellects in the nation.
The Senior Senator from Minnesota,
even thus early in his senatorial ca
reer is recognized in Washington as the
peer cf any man to-day hold
ing a seat in that great legisla
tive body. No member of the sen
ate of the United States is more
earnestly and attentivelv listened to
when he speaks upon any subject than
C. K. Davis. He has in these five
short years taken his place beside
Clay and Webster as an eloquent
speaker, beside Edmunds as a consti
tutional lawyer, and he will rank with
Clinton and Benton for his great ca
pacity for business and industry in
the discharge of his manifold duties.
Before he w*as chosen to
the senate, C. Iv. Davis had a state
reputation. Today his name is known
from one end of the country to the
other. Old soldiers everywhere know
him as chairman of the committee on
pensions, and in that responsiole po
sition tens of thousands remember
with gratitude his cordial and kindly
helpfulness to the veterans and
their widows. It is not generally
known, however, that only one
man stands between Senator Davis
and the chairmanship of the commit
tee on Foreign relations. He is to
day the greatest authority on inter
national law in the senate of the
United States. During the recent
complications with Chili and in the
settlement of the Behring Sea difficul
ty between the United States and
Great Britain, his loyal acquirements
were of the greatest service to the
National administration. No move
was made by the State Depart
ment without his council and ach ice
had first been obtained.
Nor is this all. He is the author,
father, and defender of the bill lor the
improvement of navigation through
the lake chain. Through his power"in
the senate Duluth will in a few years
takre ank as the riyal of Chicago as the
greatest of the lake x^orts. Through
his industry, loresighr and popu
larity the iron industry is to become
domiciled as one of the greatest in
dustries of the North Star State
The impetus already given to Minne
sota industries through the intell gent
action and the unconquerable indus
try of Senator Davis will be felt in
this state for more than a century.
There should be no question of the
election ol our greatest fellow citizen,
and there will be none if the Republi
can party holds it majority in the
state Legislature.
There is known to be much unrest
in the political field, but this should
not enter into the legislative
contest. It would be bad pol
icy to exchange Senator Davis
for any new and untried man, be he
ever soj intelligent and accomplished.
The people of Minnesota have known
Mr. Davis for over a quarter of a
century. He has been often tried in
high and responsible positions and
never found .wanting. Let the ranks
be firmly closed up on all our legisla
tive tickets. In voting for a Demo
cratic or a populist candidate for
the legislature a vote is being
cast against the return of the
Hon. C. K. Davis to a seat he
has honored in the senate ol the
United States. Neither Mr. Castle,
nor Mr. Owen, nor Mr. Donnelly, nor
Judge Lochren,' can fill the seat of
the Senior Senator from Minnesota,
and it would be a grevious mistake at
this time to make any such exchange.
Let us all stand by the Republican
legislative nominees.
The Lieutenant Governorships,
The Hon. David Clough, republican
candidate for Lieutenant Governor,
has long been known as a prominent
business man of Minnesota, and as
an active and useful local politician.
The present campaign is serving the
purpose of making him widely known
to the people ot the entire Sta^e.
He commenced life as a farmer boy
in fclsanti County, afterwards he en
tered the lumber business, in which
he was fairly successful financially,
acquiring a competence therein. In
his political career he has always been
a most stalwart and uncompromising
republican. He has served two or
three terms in the legislature, and ac
quitted himself admirably in every
public position ever held by him. His
promotion to the high position of
Lieuter ant Governor will be a deserved
Mr. Clough will strive to visit every
section of the "State 3 pending the
election, and make the personal ac
quaintance of as many of the voters
as possible. Energetic, forcible in
speech, and genial in h!s manners, he
is a fit running mate for "the little
Norwegian"—Knute Nelson, and his
election by a handsome majority is as
well assured^as anything in the fu
ture can be.
Honest elections, a free and un
trammelled expression of political
sentiment, are not to be secured by a
fusion between two parties which sup
presses the principles and beliefs of
both, and which requires for its suc
cess a corruption fund raised in other
An insnrrecnon breaks out in Mes co
•"•hieh seriously threatens the option of
P* evident Daiz.
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