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SYNOPSIS.
Lieutenant Holton is detached from his
command in the navy at the outset of the
Spanish-American war and assigned to
important secret service duty. While din
ing at a Washington hotel he detects a
waiter in the act of robbing a beautiful
young lady. She thanks him for his serv
ice and gives her name as Miss La Tossa,
a Cuban patriot. Later he meets her at
a ball. A secret service man warns Hol
ton that the girl is a spy Senor La
TosSa chides his daughter for her failure
to secure important information from
Holton. She leaves for her home in
Cuba. Hoiton is ordered to follow her.
They meet on the Tampa train. Miss
La Tossa tells Holton she is a_ Cuban
spry and expresses doubt regarding the
sincerity of the United States. Holton is
ordered to remain-at Tampa to guard the
troop transports. He receives orders to
land Miss La Tossa, who is considered a
dangerous spy, on Cuban soil. At sea
he is overtaken by another warship
which takes Miss La Tossa aboard and
Holton is ordered to return to Tampa.
He saves the transports from destruction
at the hands of dynamiters and reports
to Admiral Sampson for further duty.
Holton is sent to General Garcia’s com
mand in the guise of a newspaper cor
respondent to investigate Cuban plots
against the American troops and to learn
'.lie plans of the Spanish navy.
CHAPTER Vll.—Continued.
“Nevertheless,” persisted his in
quisitor, “I ask you what you would
do. Come, come,” —Holton recognized
by his manner a personage of some
authority in the Cuban cause —“it
would be so easy for you to say that
until Cuba is absolutely free no drop
of blood in your body is your own.”
“It would be easy to say that,” was
the sad response, “but I have shed my
blood. I am old. I have struggled
and suffered for my country. In the
intervention of the United States I see
the answer to all my struggles and to
all my prayers. I am like a man who
has come to the end of a long journey,
i see the brightness ahead, the load is
eased from the back. God’s hand is
now at work in this island. And as
his hand moves, so will I abide. He
has sent the Americans here and he
will send them away in good season
after their work is done. If not, then
so be it.”
For a moment there was silence.
Then Garcia spoke again.
"You have nothing to fear. It is my
thought that unless our American
friends make a speedy ending of this
campaign they will be routed by dis-
I ease, and if they do not fly hey will
die, surely and certainlj. And thus
even if I agreed with you in your con
tentions, I should still advocate leav
ing the matter to God.”
“Time wili tell. And now you must
sleep, general. Who was that Ameri
can,” he added, “who remains- with
you?”
“An Englishman, a newspaper
writer,” was the reply.
“He is not English; he is American.”
"Admiral Sampson vouched for him.
But at any rate, suppose he is an
American? He might be that and still
be a writer for the English press.”
General Garcia arose decisively.
“As you suggest,” he said, “I must
sleep. There is yet much before me.”
“There is much yet before us all,”
grumbled the officer. “Good night,
general.”
As Garcia turned to his tent the man
walked to the fire; he leaned down,
seized an ember and lighted a cigar
ette. The flames shone full upon his
face.
With a half gasp Holton arose in
his blanket, and then, as the fellow
straightened up, he sank back upon
the boughs. But his eyes never left
the man’s face.
At length, with quick motion, the
Cuban turned toward Holton, who had
just time to close his eyes. Thus he
lay tense, listening for the sounds that
would have caused him to spring to his
feet—the sounds of the man’s foot
steps approaching him.
But the sounds did not come. As
Holton at length opened his eyes he
saw the man writing by the light of
the fire upon a small pad lying on his
knee.
“You are indeed a good waiter, my
friend,” muttered Holton to himself,
and rising from his blanket he walked
noiselessly toward the fellow he had
first seen in the dining-room at the
New Willard.
So deeply was the man engrossed in
his writing that Holton’s movement
was unnoticed by him. And for this
Holton thanked him sincerely before
he had gone two steps.
He acted upon Impulse in rising
from his blanket, and without any defi
nite intention save that of accosting
the man. But now the futility of doing
this in the camp, with Garcia not yet
MOMENTS WORTH LIVING FOR
One Must Have the Soul of a Poet to
Appreciate the Rhapsody Here
Indulged In.
I was skating on a patch of ice in
the park, under a poverty-stricken sky
flying a pitiful rag of sunset. Some
little muckers were guying a slim,
raw-boned Irish girl of fifteen, who
circled and darted under their banter
with complete unconcern. She was In
the fledgling stage, all legs and arms,
tall and adorably awkward, with a
huge hat full of rusty feathers, thin
skirts tucked up above spindling
ankles, and a gay aplomb and swing
in the body that was ravishing. We
caught hands in midflight, and skated
for an hour, almost alone and quite
silent, while the rag of sunset rotted
to pieces. I have had few sensations
in life that I would exchange for the
warmth of her hand through the rag
ged glove, and the pathetic curve of
the half-formed breast where the
back of my wrist touched her body.
I came away mystically shaken and
eh-W it is thus the angels converse.
asleep, and without any well-informed.
plans for dealing with him appealed
to him forcibly. He stopped suddenly
in his tracks and then stole back to
his bed of boughs.
Holton’s fnind was in sore quandary
as to what to do. Unquestionably this
man held a high place in the esteem
of Garcia, who just as certainly had no
idea that he was a Spanish spy.
As to the conversation, Holton be
lieved he had the key to that; the spy
was engaged in the process of poison
ing the minds of Cuban leaders against
the Americans, a plot which, if car
ried forward successfully and rapidly,
might seriously affect the present cam
paign, and at the same time have a
decided tendency to give point to cer
tain relations already strained with
several powerful foreign nations.
One thing was sure, the mo/es of
this man must be checkmated, and
sharply. Just how was the question.
Holton lay there deliberating what
he ought to do for more than an hour,
and still undecided when the spy set
tled tilings for him by slipping his
pad in his. pocket and walking toward
his horse. He stood for a moment
there, his head turned toward Garcia’s
little hut of leaves and grasses, and
then mounting he rode off down the
trail.
Holton now lost no time in deciding
on his course. Obviously it was to the
interests of his government that this
man be watched, and so waiting for a
minute until the bushes had closed be
hind the spy, he stealthily started in
pursuit.
After leaving the lines, Holton quick
ened his steps, keeping well within the
shadow of the bushes until he was
within fifty feet of the rider. Present
ly the bottom of the mountain was
reached, and the spy continued on
through the manigua jungle. As he
broke through into the open, Holton
made a iittle detour and came out on
the beach, crawling now, about seven
ty-five feet from where the man
was standing, holding his horse by the
bridle and gazing out over the bay.
where could be made out the light of
a dispatch boat.
As the officer watched him, the spy
raised his hand, and a low but pene
trating whistle broke the stillness of
the night. A lantern waved from a
craft in the bay, and in a few minutes
the rattle of oars in their locks
sounded.
As the boat came shoreward, Holton,
now breathlessly interested, wriggled
his way nearer the spy and flattened
against the sand and shielded by small
growths of chaparral, he awaited the
arrival of the boat.
As it grated on the beach, a tall of
ficer sprang out, and Holton had no dif
ficulty in recognizing him as one of
General Shaffer’s aids.
“Well, Montez,” said the latter, 'I
thought you were never coming.”
“I thought so, too,” was the reply.
“There was difficulty in getting out of
the camp, but now I am here and 1
have information the general wishes.”
“All right. What Is it?”
“Calixto Garcia is not your friend.
He is one of the leaders in a plan to
attack you once you have rid Santiago
province of the Spaniards. I can give
you proof.” The spy drew from his
pocket the pad upon which he had
been writing and, tearing off a sheet,
handed It to the officer, who read it by
lighting a match and holding it in
front of the paper.
“That Is a copy of a letter which
General Garcia wrote tonight to Gen
eral Castillo and General Rabi.”
"Are you sure of this?”
“Absolutely. But I will say this
much: The message, as I have it, is
not word for word. I read it after he
wrote it, for he showed it to me; after
he fell asleep I wrote it from mem
ory.”
“Very well. Have you anything else
to tell me? Will Garcia carry out the
arrangements made with General Shat
ter this afternoon?”
“Oh, yes; he will. ’ You will under
stand that nothing which will hinder
American success against the Span
iards will be done; Garcia and the
other Cuban generals are looking to
the future.”
“Very well; I’ll report to the com
mander-in-chief. What are your future
intentions?”
“I should like to accompany you to
the Segaranca. General Shatter may
have some questions, and, in any event,
I shall feel safer at sea just at pres
ent.
She was something absolutely authen
.ic, new, and inexplicable, something
which only nature could mix for the
heart’s intoxication, a compound of
ragamuffin, pal, mistress, nun, sister,
harlequin, outcast, and bird of God—
with something else bafflingly suf
fused, something ridiculous and frail
and savage and tender. With a world
offering such recontres, such aery
strifes an 1 adventures, who would not
live a thousand years stone dumb? I
would, to think on the shut lid and
granite lip of him who has done with
the sunset and skating, and has turn
ed away his face from all manner of
Irish. —William Vaughn Moody, in the
Atlantic.
Situation Sized Up.
The young girl had been engaged as
an amanuensis by a society woman.
She discovered that nearly every day
the husband and wife had a quarrel,
so she gave notice that she was going
| .to leave. “Why?” inquired the lady,
[in surprise. “Oh, you don’t need an
amanuensis, madam,” replied the girl
j “What you want is a war ccrrespcnd
| eut.”
“You see,” the spy added, “my role
as one. of the leaders of the Cuban
Junta, coupled with my supposed be
lief in the absolute integrity and disin
terestedness of the United States as
regards Cuba, sometimes lead me into
danger. Garcia, who is my friend, be
lieves in me, but Castillo, I have rea
son to think, is suspicious. Garcia
meets Castillo tomorrow, and so —” be
shrugged his shoulders and lifted bis
hands.
“All right,” grunted the American;
“jump into the boat.”
Before the spy obeyed, he turned
for a moment and repeated his whis
tle. Then, in a very mild voice, he
said:
“It is time, senor, for your salad —
with dressing.”
Holton, knowing the words were ad
dressed to him, was on the point of
scrambling to his feet when a power
ful arm was thrown across his throat,
throttling him, while, at the same
time, his hands and feet were seized
and bound in a twinkling. A gag was
then slipped into his mouth, and he
lay there helplessly, regarding the four
figures who stood over him.
“What is it?” he heard the officer
say.
"Merely,” was the reply, “an inquisi
tive soldier from Garcia’s camp. They
bother me so—you have no idea.”
“Well,” was the laughing reply, “you
certainly seem to know how to deal
with them. Now, come on, if you are
coming.”
“Thank you; yes.”
He delivered a volley of commands
in Spanish, speaking so rapidly that
Holton could not understand a word.
The men replied In kind, and then the
officer and the spy stepped into the
boat and were rowed offshore.
CHAPTER VIII.
A Grim Announcement.
The men, who proved to be three gi
gantic negroes and a white man, at
tired in the blue drill uniform of a
Spanish officer, with a little cockade in
his felt hat, jerked Holton to his feet,
cut the lashings about his ankles and
hurried him toward' the trail.
Finally, as hints of dawn appeared
overhead, the party arrived at a small
clearing where were picketed some
score of horses, with their riders, evi
dently a contingent of Spanish cavalry.
There was a short, conference, and
then the gag was taken from Holton’s
mouth and he was lifted upon a pony.
The cavalcade took up the trail whicb
ran alongside the mountain, below the
camp of Garcia, in the direction of
Santiago.
As the sun rose, a halt was called in
a, little valley, and preparations were
made for what Holton believed would
be a stay of considerable duration.
It was then that for the first time
a word was spoken directly to Holton.
A Powerful Arm Was Thrown Across
His Throat.
An officer —not the one who had fig
ured in his capture, but the man in
charge of the detachment —confronted
the American as he sat on the ground,
and, releasing Ilia, hands, placed a
guard over him.
“'You will have apportunity for two
hours' rest,” he said, bowing. "Then
we shall proceed at once to Santiago."
“But why have 1 been captured?”
protested Holton. “I am a non-combat
ant.”
NOVEL IDEA THAT SEEMS GOOD
“Telephone Letter” Makes an Amus
ing Communication for Use in
Vacation Period.
A telephone letter is a novelty in
the way of vacation correspondence.
All that Is necessary in order to get
into the right frame of mind for such
a letter is to imagine yourself at
one end of the wire with your cor
respondent at the other. Write the
letter as you would talk.
If you are addicted to the telephone
habit you will unconsciously fall into
just the right kind of composition.
The typical telephone letter should
have short paragraphs, well detach
ed. Leave wide margins on both sides
of the paper and make not only the
wording, but the general appearance
quite different from the ordinary
letter.
Commence an occasional paragraph
with “Yes” or “No” In answer to an
imaginary remark of your correspond
ent. This makes the conversational
i style more apparent. With a little in
| genuity a good deal of news can be
THE FROSTBURG SPIRIT, FROSTBURG, MD.
He produced his credentials as corre
spondent of the London Standard. The
officer examined them carefully. Then
he placed them in his pocket.
“I am convinced you are lying,” he
replied simply. “Our informalion con
cerning you is exceedingly accurate.
For your sake I trust the papers may
be found correct. For otherwise” —-he
shrugged his shoulders —“you are a
spy.”
A chill passed over Holton. He had
not thought of that before. A spy! And
in war time they had a summary way
of dealing with such.
After a very meager breakfast, the
men threw themselves upon the
grpund. chatting and smoking, and
Holton did likewise. He felt in its
fullness the relief of having his hands
free, and, in large measure, despite
the guard standing over him and the
men all about, he became possessed of
greater confidence in his ability to
meet this situation, the most danger
ous that had ever confronted him.
Fearing, no doubt, the proximity of
Garcia’s men, the soldiers did not
move until late afternoon, and then
with great stealth, all talking in the
ranks being rigidly silenced. Holton
had had opportunity for several hours’
sleep. He was thereby greatly re
freshed, and, under reaction, his fears
for himself were considerably lessened.
Dusk fell, and still the march con
tinued. On through the night went the
men, and without a stop until dawn,
when camp was made in a clearing
which had been cut where two of the
mountain trails met and crossed. Here,
as the heavens grew bright, fires were
lighted, and a meal prepared, after
which sentries were posted. Then the
camp settled down for sleep.
Holton had no idea how many miles
had been covered since his capture,
but felt it must be a great many. Stand'
ing up he could now see far away over
the hills the twinkling lights of Santi
ago, and these he could not help view
ing with dread.
At nightfall the march was again
taken up, and at dawn the force was
within a few miles of the city. A
squad was sent on ahead to report to
General Linares, but came flying back
in a few hours with messages to the
effect that the soldiers were leaving
for El Paso, and that the troops of the
United States would shortly advance
from Siboney.
There were other matters, too, in the
papers brought by the messenger, and
one of them seemed to concern Holton,
for the officer, while reading it, glanced
at him with a troubled face. At length
he came up to Holton and drew him to
one side.
“I am sorry to inform you,” he said,
“that I have orders here to hang you
at once.”
Holton stepped back as though he
had been struck in the face.
“Hang me at once!” he cried.
“Those are my orders, signed by the
commander-in-chief of this province.
“But there must be some mistake,”
Holton went on. “I am not a spy; but
even if I were I certainly have done
nothing to justify an act so unfair, in
human and outrageous.”
“I do not see how any mistake could
have been made,” came back the an
swer. “Here you see the warrant
signed by Muller, the general’s aide.”
“Then General LDiares did not sign
that warrant?”
“No. It reads General Linares ‘or
ders,’ and is then signed by Muller.”
“But surely— ’’ Holton began.
“There is no time for argument, my
brother. We are ordered to Guaismas
and have no time to waste with you.
I am sorry, but —” the fellow shrugged
his shoulders and pointed to the order.
Holton’s mind worked like lightning.
The men were engaged in breaking
camp and the one who had been guard
ing Holton had turned aside at the of
ficer’s approach, and now, with his
back toward the two, was extracting a
clip of bullets from his Mauser. Be
hind Holton was an apparently impen
etrable jungle of manigua.
The muscles of his body grew tense,
and then with all the skill and all the
sureness of direction of the champion
middleweight boxer at Annapolis, he
sent his fist swiftly and silently into
the officer’s jaw. Without a sound the
man crumpled to the- ground. Holton
stepped back into the thicket, was
blocked a few feet from the trail, but
exerting all his power, forced his way
into the depths of the jungle.
During a full minute silence reigned
in the camp. It was all of that period
before the prostrate officer, hidden by
the long grass, was discovered by Hol
ton’s guard. Then his outcry sounded
through the clearing, and in another
instant loud commands 'were being
uttered and bullets were cutting
branches of manigua on all sides of the
fugitive American. Then followed the
crashing of bodies through the maze
of underbrush.
As he worked his way along a little
lane, apparently formed by nature or
by the deer that used to inhabit that
section, opened before Mm, continuing
for a clear quarter of a mile. This he
took with the speed of one of the for
mer denizens of the jungle, never let
ting up until he had traversed its
length and had broken once more into
the bushes.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
In France last year the births ex
ceded the deaths by 35,000.
incorporated in one of these letters
and it can be made interesting as well
as amusing.
The preliminary paragraph may be
a supposed conversation with “cen
tral” as to trouble in getting the right
connection, or you may imagine your
self put by mistake on a busy wire,
and have difficulty in ringing off. Any
one with a sense of humor and fond
of using the telephone can make such
a letter a thing to be rpmembered by
the one who is fortunate enough io
receive it.
Old Indian Fire-Producer.
Nanaimo, the Coal City of Vancou
ver island, has just secured some in
teresting Indian relics, presented to
the Native Sons’ post of that city bj
W. Chappel of Gabriola island. Among
the specimens is an admirable exam
ple of a stone axhead and what, for
want of a better term, may be called a
“kindler.” This is a flat, circular rock
with a hole in the cetner. There 18
also an oblong, lemon-shaped stone
which fits in this hole. The natives
used to create a spark by revolving
the small stone in the hole.
Most Graceful Mounting of Plumes
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GOOD ostrich feathers require the
investment of more money than
almost any other millinery trimming,
but they last much longer. They are
always in fashion and they stand
cleaning and dyeing so that the life
of a good feather extends over several
years. A handsome pa(ir of plumes Is
shown here. They are the only trim
ming required on a shape, and it is a
mistake to use any other with them,
unless it is a little band and bow of
ribbon about the crown. This will
serve to conceal the mounting of the
feathers.
As will be seen in the picture, the
plumes are mounted at the back of the
hat, with one falling toward the front
and the other standing almost upright.
They are placed back to back.
By buying a readymade velvet
shape the owner of a plume, or of two
or three, may mount them herself by
going about it in the right way. It is
usual to first sew the wire stem of
each plume to a little square or disk
of buckram. This should- be about the
size of a haif dollar. The stems must
be sewed securely to the buckram
with a strong linen thread. When the
needle is thrust through the buckram
first, leave several inches of the
thread free. After many stitches are
made (holding the plume securely to
the buckram), this free end is used to
tie with the remainder of the thread.
The piece of buckram fastened in
this way to the stems of the plumes
make it possible to mount them grace
fully. When sewing the buckram to
the shape an end of thread is left free
BASKETS FOR THE
HOME-MADE CANDIES
EASY TO FASHION
NOW that it has become difficult to
buy really good candy without pay
ing an extravagant price, those who
know how to make the delicious home
made candies can be certain of mak
ing the most palatable of gifts for
friends who haven't time or ability to
make them. It is too early to make
up candies for the holidays, but one
may prepare In advance pretty boxes
or baskets In which to place them
when they are made.
Secure at the ten cent store or
wherever you can find them the bright
little splint baskets, such as are pic
tured here. Cut and pull out the
strand of colored shavings that have
been placed in them for ornament.
Run in, instead of the shavings a rib
bon of the same width. A thin, in
expensive satin ribbon is just the
right kind for this purpose. Tie the
ribbon in a small bow at the front of
the basket, Light green and light
blue, or colors corresponding with
those in the basket, are prettiest. Red
and green are fine, if the basket is in
the natural wood or bamboo color.
These little baskets may be gilded
with gold paint and made very attrac
tive. After the candy has been eat
en the basket wiil remain a pleasant
reminder to the recipient of the do
nor’s delicious Christmas gift.
Paraffine or tissue paper should be
placed in them to protect them from
the candy.
They will serve so many purposes
j later ■ • thread boxes, handkerchief,
for tying. This Is necessary be
cause plumes sway in the wind and
will pull stitches that are not tied,
loose, and one is liable to lose a
plume. Whenever a plume is fastened
to the hat it should be tied rather
than sewed, but several stitches are
needed as well as the tied thread, to
hold the plume securely.
Do not make the mistake of drawing
the plume tightly against the hat. Let
it fall naturally. Then, to keep it in
position, tie the thread about the rib
and then attach it (the thread), to the
hat, leaving the thread sufficiently
long to give the plume a little play.
The whole object is to fasten the
plume -in place, but in such away as
to make the fastening unnoticeable.
It is a feature of this reason’s mil
linery that a pair of plumes back to
back, or one curling within the other,
is mounted at the same point on the
hat.
One or two plumes are seen more
often than a great number. For the
season demands that the lines of
shape must be preserved, not lost, by
too abundant trimming.
White plumes clean and dye satis
factorily. In buying black plumes, a
good quality may be depended on for
many seasons’ wear. But one must
select glossy and deep black ones, for
the color of these will not grow less
rich with wear. Very good plumes are
not much affected by moisture. If
they become damp hold them over the
stove or a radiator, and shake them
until thoroughly dry.
JULIA BOTTOMLEY.
ribbons, laces, gloves—all these need
boxes. But the prettiest use for
them is as a receptacle for small
flowers used in table decorations. By
fitting them with a scallow tin cup
or part of a can, and throwing back
the lid, they make a charming decora
tion for the table, filled with foliage
and flowers.
JULIA BOTTOMLEY.
Dress Shields.
Instead of sewing or pinning shields
in a waist, sew a narrow piece of tape
or baby ribbon at each end of the
shield, and sew similar pieces at the
proper distance apart in the armholes
of all your waists. The shields are
quickly tied in place, they are easily
changed in wash waists, and there are
no pins to rust or prick.
Deviled Ham Loaf.
Take two cupfuls of cracker or
bread crumbs, one-quarter of a pound
of deviled ham and two cupfuls of
milk, using a portion of it to moisten
the ham. Stir in two well beaten
eggs, add one saltspoonful of salt,
pour Into a buttered bread pan and
bake in a moderate oven for an hour.
Serve cold cut in thin slices.
To Stone Raisins.
When stoning raisins the following
method is excellent: First free them
from their stems, then put in a bowl
and cover them with boiling water,
letting them remain in it for two
minutes; finally pour off the water
and open the raisins, and the seeds
can be removed quickly and easily
without the usual stickiness.
Marshmallow Mousse.
Beat one pint of heavy cream until
stiff, fold in one-half cup of powdered
sugar, and. three-fourths cup of marsh
mallows cut into small pieces, flavor
with one teaspoon of vanilla, turn into
a mold, pack in salt and ice and let
stand from four to six hours before
serving.
Monograms.
French knots make a very hand
some monogram, especially in old Eng
lish. No padding is required, and the
papier-mache letters cannot be used.
Stamp the monogram upon the article
and then simply fill it in closely and
solidly with small French knots. The
result will be highly satisfactory.
Plaited Maline.
Maline Is more used than ever, and
there is scarcely a gov.-n without the
plaited frills or ruffles si this soft ma
terial
OLD PARTY NOT DEAD
CAUSE OF DIVISION IN REPUBLIC
AN RANKS SLIGHT.
Organization May Reunite and Live,
Even Though It Must Remaiji
In Minority for a
Time.
Something like this is circulating
these days: “The old Republican par
ty is dead. Lay it low. It was some
pumpkins in its day, but that ,day is
past. It saved the Union from dis
memberment, yes- It saved the pub
lic credit, first from rag money, and
then from free silver coinage, yes.
It protected American capital and la
bor from ruinous foreign competition
in American markets, until American
productions and wage scales mounted
high, yes. Under its encouraging
policies the great west was developed,
yes. And other large things were
done, yes. But at last it failed; and
the places that knew it once will
know it no more forever.”
The Republican party erred and
has been punished by division and de
feat, but is the division permanent,
and has capital punishment been in
flicted? May not the party reunite
and live, even though it must for its
sins remain for a period in the minor
ity?
It was the tariff that caused the par
ty split. But the trouble did not reach
the fundamentals. The Republicans
who opposed the Payne revision did
not base their action on protection.
They were protectionists, and pro
claimed the fact. They are still pro
tectionists. Mr. La Follette is far, far
away from Speaker Clark on the
broad proposition of national taxa
tion.
Why, then, should it he impossible
for the two factions of the Republic
an party to get together if the cause
of division is so slight? Is it impossi
ble? Are not both factions for pro
tection? For conservation that means
development? For an elastic curren
cy based on a sound financial policy?
On such supervision of trusts as will
guarantee small operators a chance at
business?
This does not, of course, take into
account men who are pushing, not a
cause or causes, but the personal for
tunes of a single individual. They are
joined to their idol. They are count
ing not only on a continuation of Re
publican divisions, but divisions in
the party now in power. Their hope
is in chaos. If they can help spread
turbulence, so as to have It affect
both of the old parties, they see in
their mind’s eye their man marshal
ing the disaffected revolutionary pro
gram.
Chaos and Currency.
The dissension among the Demo
crats over the currency bill is more
than a mere difference of opinion; it
involves the charge by Congressman
Henry of Texas and others that the
Glass-Owen measure, as drawn with
approval of President Wilson and in—
dorsement of Secretary Bryan, is
‘‘wholly in the interest of the creditor
classes, the banking fraternity and
the financial world, without proper
provision for the debtor classes and
those who toil and produce and sus
tain the country.”
That makes out a worse indictment
against the party than even Its politi
cal opponents have made and puts
currency legislation prospects at this
late date in the extra session in a
very chaotic condition. Some time
and somehow the country will have
its tariff and currency laws satisfac
torily revised —and none denies the
need of it —but in the meantime our
Democratic friends will discover the
practical difference between sitting on
the fence and hooting at the fellow
doing the work and getting down and
doing it themselves.—Omaha Bee.
Would Not Follow Roosevelt.
The disciples of Hiram Johnson out
In California, finding that the Bull
Moose party is fast vanishing, are pro
posing Roosevelt as the Republican
candidate for the presidency in 1916.
The nomination of Roosevelt might
enable them to get back into the old
party gracefully, hut if they wait fop
that opening they will be out in the
cold a long time. Republicans gener
ally would as soon follow Bryan as T.
R-—Kansas City Journal.
Fight in Democratic Party.
In the Democratic party ftie same
fight Is going on that wrecked the
Republican. The hostile forces were
in evidence at the Baltimore conven
tion. They are active still. Only the
other day President Wilson denounced
the powerful lobby that was working
at Washington to defeat the will of
the people.
Bryan Feels No Alarm.
Mr. Bryan says there is no reason
to be alarmed over the tariff and no
industries will shut down. Indeed, it
is already announced that the chau- \
tauquas will continue as usual.
Must Be Party Measures.
Of course, it is a waste of time to
attack the Democrats in congress for
the manner in which they have pre
pared the currency bill or for the
manner in which they prepared the •
tariff bill or for the manner in which
they may prepare any other measure.
If they did not do it that way—that
is, by cutting out participation by the
Republicans—they would find it more
difficult to make such bills party meas
ures. And, of course, they must be
all that. Political considerations are
superior to everything else.
Not Up to Them.
Democrats in Washington say the
election result In the Third Maine dis
trict didn't amount to much. Possi
bly that is the reason they are not
celebrating.
The Colonel Helped.
“Providence sent President Wilson
to the White House,” says a congress
man.;—Detroit Free Press.
The Democrats are always unite*,
in the quest of spoils and always di
vided in supporting them.