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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. Holton is ordered to follow her,
They meet on the Tampa train. Miss
La Tossa tells Holton she is a Cuban
spy 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 e General Garcia’s com
mand in the guise of a newspaper cor
respondent to investigate Cuban plots
against the American troops and to learn
the plans of the Spanish navy. He de
tects a trusted Cuban leader in the work
of fomenting trouble among the Cubans
in the interests of the Spaniards. Holton
is seized by friends of the spy and later
Is ordered executed as a spy. He escapes
and saves the American troops from fall
ing into a Spanish ambush. He learns
from Gen. Garcia that the spy is Joss
Cesnola, one of the most trusted leaders.
Holton takes part in the battle atf San
Juan. Disguised as a Spanish soldier he
enters Santiago, goes at night to the
home of Miss La Tossa. where he over
hears a discussion of the Spanish plans
hy leading army and navy commanders.
He learns that the Spanish fleet will leave
the harbor at Santiago on July 3. While
attempting to leave the house he is con
fronted by Miss La Tossa. Holton ce
ments his friendship with Miss La Tossa
toy assuring her that the Americans in
tend to leave the island as soon as the
Spaniards are driven out.
CHAPTER XL—Continued.
“I know, I know,” he laughed, , “but
just the same, I think you had better
leave the weapon in its holster. For I
have —what do you Americans say?—
ah, the drop on you!"
j The girl stamped her foot.
“Senor Cesnola, I command you to
leave us; you are a guest here.”
“I shall not leave you. On the con
trary, I must ask you to slip that re
volver from your friend’s belt.” He
stopped, as though struck with a
thought. “But you need not mind. I
suggest merely that you quit the
room; there is about to be an execu
tion.”
Holton stood facing the man, im
movable as a statue. The girl stepped
forward.
“You are lying!” she cried. “There
will be no execution.”
“Oh, but yes, there will be!” was the
smiling rejoinder, “and right before
your eyes unless you retire.”
“You fiend!” With a sudden, lithe
movement she sprang in front of Hol
ton. “Now fire, if you dare!”
| Holton placed his hands upon her
supple waist and lifted her to one side.
,The revolver darted forward to aim.
The girl uttered a little cry and sprang
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She Sprang in Front of Holton.
back, seizing the American’s coat with
her hands stretched behind her.
“Miss La Tossa!” cried Holton.
“You —you —”
Cesnola’s face was working with
the rage of a fanatic.
“Out of the way, girl!” he cried,
glancing behind him at the door of the
opposite room, which he had closed as
he left It. “That man is’a spy! He
has got to die! He is an enemy, a
enake in the grass, not worthy of a
minute’s quarter!”
Miss La Tossa never moved; and
Holton, his mind working like light
ning, did not attempt to put her aside.
NO DOUBT ABOUT HIS CLASS
According to Kansas City Paper, Harry
Kemp Had No Difficulty Proving
He Was a Tramp Poet.
A New York letter the other week
mentioned that lots of folks thought at
the time that Harry Kemp was being
three-sheeted through this land as
“the tramp poet” that he was Just a
ipoet. But they were wrong. Mr.
Kemp is a hobo of purest ray serene.
It is a pleasure to certificate him.
: “I live,” said Mr. Kemp to an editor
the other day, “in a shack on the Pali
sades. I came into town today to sell
ja poem. This is Friday, and I do not
.want to go back to the shack before
Monday afternoon.”
j The editor took the poem and read
itt very carefully and then looked at
iKemp’s clothes —which were compara
tively whole In several places—and
ithen showed that he had a good busi
ness mind.
“I’ll give you,” said the editor, “$3
for this poem.”
'j The editor thought that Kemp would
&sk for more and that he could do a
“Out of the way,” repeated the
Spaniard, with a sort of hissing of the
breath. “Out of the way, or, by God!
I’ll shoot through you.”
There was the crash of an opening
door. /
“What’s this —this noise and shout
ing?” came a deep voice.
Holton, watching his enemy like a
hawk, saw the revolver-barrel deflect
ed from him, the man’s head turned in
the direction whence the voice had
come. Springing backward and side
wise like a deer, Holton shot across
the room.
There was a loud report—a bullet
singed his hair. The next instant he
had leaped through the window, glass
and all, and was on the porch. From
here, as two bullets sped after him, he
leaped down upon the back of a horse
that was being held by a soldier.
Striking the animal with the butt of
his revolver, he went careering off
through the darkness like a rocket.
From the men on the drive, from
men on the porch, came a rain of bul
lets; and Holton, who had learned a
trick or two in the way of horseman
ship, slipped down along the animal’s
body, shielding himself almost com
pletely. But the horse was exposed,
and a whining bullet pierced the steed
to the heart. He suddenly plunged for
ward, throwing Holton to the ground,
then rolled over and was still.
Holton landed on his knees, and, al
though jarred, was not stunned. He
scrambled along desperately, regain
ing his feet, and struck out for the
woods, about a hundred feet away.
He toiled on for two hours, distanc
ing all sounds of pursuit, and then
flung himself on the wet ground like
a tired animal and fell at once into a
deep sleep. When he awoke the sun
was shining through the trees.
But it was not this that had roused
him. It was the roaring of field ord
nance and the racketing of small arms.
Evidently they were at it again. • His
one thought was that this was the 2nd
of July, and that on the morrow the
Spanish warships meant to dash out
of the harbor and attempt an escape.
His fleet must be warned. That was
what he was there for, and this, from
now on, must be the single aim of his
life, the one thought in his mind, the
supreme struggle of his body.
By constant concentration upon the
object (of his mission, he brought his
mental condition into a sort of hys
teria. The heat, too, had got into his
brain. As ho stumbled over a" !og he
would sob or curse, and once, when
he tripped and was thrown flat, he lay
for a second, weeping like a child.
So he went on until once, upon
climbing a tree to ascertain his posi
tion, he looked down upon the upper
waters of the harbor. He was on the
hills to the right, and another hour’s
journey would bring him within sig
nal of his fleet.
He struggled feebly, and then lay
hack with the realization that, great
as was the exigency,, he was not able
to meet it. A sort of stupor, partly
hunger, partly fatigue, stole over him,
and he closed his eyes.
It was night when he opened them
again, starlit night. At first he could
not recall where he was. Then he re
membered, and with a start remem
bered why he was there.
He sat up and with difficulty got on
his feet. Then he walked. He did not
know he was walking; he had no con
sciousness of moving, and no sense of
direction; but his subconscious pow
ers were leading him right. A breath
of pure salt air blew on his face. He
turned toward a line of brush and
parted it, and there, below him, lay
the Spanish fleet, their lights, reflect
ed in the velvet waters, twinkling and
winking. He heard the chug-chug of a
steam launch, and several times the
murmur of a voice rose to his ears.
Farther down, in the moonlight, he
could see the masts and funnel of Hob
son’s Merrimae. Ships’ hells struck
as he looked, and the sound floated
sweetly to the hilltops.
He turned his face seaward and
walked along, partially revivified by
his rest. At length a sense of open
ness came upon him, the sensation of
a vast void in front of him. He
paused, and then stole noiselessly on
ward, until at last, passing through
a growth of manigut, the wide ex
panse of the Caribbean lay before
him.
Here he flung himself on the ground
and waited for morning. His limbs
were aching with almost unbearable
bit of pleasant bargaining. But he was
disappointed.
"I’ll take it,” said the tramp poet.
"Three dollars is all I’ll need for three
days in New York.”—Kansas City
Star.
Wonderful Chinese Financiers.
At a time when legislators in this?
country have been wrestling fof
weeks over questions of currency re
vision, it is startling to learn that
China has developed a system of cur
rency centuries ago, before this coun
try was discovered by Columbus,
when many of our ancestors were
living in darkest feudalism, before the
dawn of what we call modern civiliza
tion.
This fact was brought to notice a
short time ago by the presentation to
the British museum of a Chinese
bank note, issued in the Ming dy
nasty, along about 1268 A. D.
The Chinese, apparently then as
now, were ever adepts as financiers.
The Chinese are the bankers of the
east. They handle all the money, do
all the banking, are the financial dic
tators of the Orient.
pain. His eyes burned with fever, his
head throbbed. And yet all these
things he regarded lightly, for the
Caribbean was in front of him, and the
American fleet would receive his warn
ing as soon as God brought the dawn.
CHAPTER XII.
Destroying a Fleet.
It was well past dawn when Holton
awoke. He was in a panic of fear that
he had permitted valuable time to
elapse. He rose to his feet stiffly and
broke through the bushes until the
blue sea lay beneath him. His eyes
were strained to the left, where the
stern of the flagship was swinging to
ward him. He noticed black smoke
belching from the funnels. Evidently
the New York was leaving her station
when the ships of the enemy were pre
paring to come out of the harbor
where they had been bottled up for
so long.
Cold sweat stood out upon Holton’s
forehead, and, hastily throwing aside
his coat and tearing off his shirt, he
took from beneath it a white signal
flag, which he had carried around his
body for days against just this emer
gency.
Breaking off a branch and knotting
the corners of the flag to it, he sprang
tensely into position.
The flagship was leaving beyond
peradventure. Her stern was still to
ward him, and it was growing smaller.
The admiral going away, of all
times! In desperation he raced along
the hill, trying to catch an angle
where his signaling would be seen.
Finally, seeing the futility of fur
ther running, Holton stopped, and be
gan swinging the flag right left, right
left, with frantic energy. For five,
ten minutes he repeated the T. E. call,
hut without eliciting the slightest re
sponse, and so, ceasing his exertions
he watched the New York move away
with tears springing from his eyes.
The Brooklyn had swung broadside
to him, and the picturesque ram be#
and the tall funnels were as cleanly
cut against the sea as a cameo. Ad
miral Schley, he knew, was on board
her, and must of necessity be the com
mander-in-chief pending Sampson’s re
turn. So it was to this rakish craft
that he now turned his attention.
Walking to a point as nearly abreast
of her as he could get, he began snap
ping the flag right and left, in the ef
fort to attract her attention. If he
could only get her now, and could de
liver his message, there was no doubt
that the New York could be recalled
by a signal gun. So simple did this
seem that he wondered why he had
not thought of it before.
He swung his flag with fresh ardor,
but it was as though he were signaling
to Mars, so far as any answer . was
concerned. Holton could see a launch
leaving the Indiana for the Massachu
setts. Everything was peaceful. From
the city drifted the sweet notes of the
matin bells and through the trees he
could catch glimpses of the red roofs
and the blues and greens and browns
of the houses of Santiago.
Holton redoubled his efforts with
the flag. It seemed as if he had moved
his arms to and fro for an hour with
out response. He had to rest. He low
ered the flag and was leaning on the
staff when suddenly from the bridge
of the Brooklyn he saw a flutter of
bunting.
As he looked he read that vessel’s
call letter. No doubt now they had
seen his signal and were making In
quiries. Quickly raising his flag over
his head he repeated his E. E. call and
then, as he caught the answering
flashes of white from the Brooklyn,
he began his messages. And this is
1 how it read:
"Message to admiral from Lieuten
ant Holton.”
“All right. Ready.”
“Cervera’s fleet will leave the har
bor this morning.”
There was a pause. Holton waved
his flag frantically.
“Did you get it?”
There was still no answer. Finally
it came.
“Repeat.”
, Holton scowled. (
“Cervera’s fleet will leave the har
bor this morning.”
There was another pause.
"Who are you?”
“Lieutenant Holton, United States
navy.”
After a short wait the flag on the
Brooklyn flashed again.
'WOULDN’T DO AS A WITNESS
Lawyer for the Defense Had No Use
for a Writer of Fiction on His
Side of the Case.
Irvin S. Cobb, short story writer, re
cently returned from a western trip
to learn that a dear friend had been
snared in a lawsuit. He hurried down
Ito the friend's lawyer. “I want you
,to call me as a character witness,”
said he. “Why, Jack’s the dearest,
kindest, most honest white man in
the world. I’ve got to go on the
stand for that boy.” “Not while I’m
his lawyer,” said the legal sharp. “I
know just what would happen. The
other man’s lawyer would ask you
your occupation. And you’d say: ‘l’m
a writer of fiction.’ And the lawyer
| would get up and stand over you
and look into the dark recesses of
your soul for a time. And by and by,
despairing of finding one sweet, as
piring thought in you, he would turn
ito the jury. And he would exchange
an intelligent, libelous smile with
those 12 sturdy souls. And then he
j would go back to his chair, and with-
THE FROSTBURG SPIRIT, FROSTBURG, MD.
“The admiral sends his compliments
—and his thanks.”
There followed several up and down
movements of the flag, indicating that
Admiral Schley had received all he
wanted to know and that his mind
was already turning to more important
matters of the hour.
As Holton threw his flag aside and
turned shoreward he saw two tall col
umns of black smoke arising from the
direction of the harbor. They were
coming!
He dashed for his flag, hut even as
he did so he saw the flash of a tier of
guns from Morro and Socapa, and
then suddenly, as he glanced down
toward the mouth of the bay, he saw
a leaden-colored cruiser, with yellow
and red flag of Spain snapping defiant
ly from her jack-staff, appear from be
hind the hills, and then, as a panther
dashes from a cave in the mouth of
which hunters have kindled a fire, she
turned to the right and dashed into
the open sea.
It seemed an age, but it was not
more than a few seconds, when a ter
rific roar shook the waters, and a
burst of flame and gases rolled from a
turret of one of the American ships.
Holton marked the course of the
great thirteen-inch shell, saw the
great, dark shape dart with lightning
speed toward the Vizcaya, saw it hur
tle over the deck, ricochet on the wa
ter, and explode in the woods beyond.
Then the earth shook with fearful
noise.
From all the American ships, and
from those of the Spaniards, great
guns vomited forth their messengers
of death and destruction. The sky
grew dark, and a yellowish pall set
tled upon the sea.
As Holton stood tense, following the
combat as in a trance, he heard a tre
mendous explosion, and saw the Ma
rie Theresa list sharply, and then saw
her turn in toward the land, where she
soon grounded. He could see men
clinging to her decks.
It was clear that the American ves
sels were overhauling the enemy’s
ships, although Holton had under
stood that, as regards speed, our ves
sels were inferior. The discharge of
guns was incessant Almost directly
beneath him he saw two Spanish de
stroyers disengage themselves from
the larger vessels and swing about,
evidently with the intention of return
ing to the harbor; but, like a hawk, a
The Earth Shook With Fearful Noise
long, rakish American craft, a con
verted yacht, pounced down upon
them, letting fly with her machine
guns and six-pounders as she came.
The torpedo boats fought back with
all the venom of maddened serpents,
but gallant Walnwright and the Glou
cester were not to be denied, and, un
der the fury of his onset, the two de
stroyers succumbed like craft of card
board, disabled and sinking within the
course of what seemed to Holton a
very few minutes.
He could see two or three of the
larger Spanish vessels aground now,
flames seething from hatchways, the
men of the crew leaping into the sea.
Liefboats from the American vessels
were among them, attending to the
work of rescue as diligently as, but
a few moments before, they had set
themselves to the task of dealing
death to their foes.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
out even troubling to look in your
direction he would say: ‘That is
quite enough, Mr. Cobb. You may
stand down.’ ”
Animal Training.
Most people have heard of the cele
brated calculating horses of Elberfeld,
who can do anything up to calculating
square roots, in addition to being pro
ficient at spelling. It would now ap
pear, according to the Paris Press,
that although these feats are actually
performed they are due to a very
clever device. An animal trainer has
informed the Matin that he has util
ized a system of wireless telegraphy
for training animals to do all sorts of
tricks. The receiver is placed on the
horse’s bridle, while the trainer or an
assistant manipulates the transmit
ter, and by a code of signals, which
are not difficult to teach, the animals
can be made to give any desired “an
swer.” It is suggested that this sys
tem is used in the case of the cele
brated Elberfeld horses. Prior to the
utilization of wireless telegraphy, the
trainer mentioned employed a method
of signals by means of a toothpick.
Pretty Costume for Club Meeting
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FOR the club woman, or one who
attends any informal afternoon
function, here Is a simple and smart
costume. It is designed on very con
servative lines, but provided with the
most popular of the present style
touches to make it acceptable to the
most up-to-date wearer.
It is a model especially well adapted
to a stout figure. The small coat
hangs closer than the majority of
those equally smart. Its cut sets the
material close to the arm and nar
rows the shoulders. The sleeves are
easy, in straight lines and three-quar
ter length. There is a deep and rath
er narrow “V” at the throat, and the
basque is long, sloping down toward
the back. It is unfinished except for
the sewing at the bottom. Thus the
long line of the figure is not broken
by the separate coat. It is noticeable
hat all the lines of the coat tend to
preserve length of line, in the figure.
The skirt is fuller than the average,
with the effect of being a double skirt
at the front. It is cut wide enough to
allow it to be caught up in plaits at
the left knee under a soft rosette of
chiffon. A piece is let in at the front,
but the split or overlapping breadth
is absent and there is worn enough
for a comfortable step. ■ At the long
“V” at the front a little soft white
chiffon is let ir. and a strand of the
ever-present white beads finishes the
neck dress.
The jacket laps at the front with
fastening concealed by an inverted
PARISIAN WOMEN
OCCUPIED WITH
TWO NEW “FADS”
AT the present moment there are
two very prominent fashions gov
erning Paris. One of these is white
hair. The other is red fox.
Early last spring there was noticed
the growing fashion of wearing pow
dered hair. All through the summer
season one saw the most wonderful,
and often very beautiful, heads of sil-
Model of White Souple Satin. Three
Tier Tunic of White Lace With Black
Maline Bow at Waist.
ver hair at the opera, and at the The
ater des Champs Elysees, on Russian
Ballet nights.
The Parisiennes started this fash
ion. Then, almost immediately, it was
taken up by women of other nations,
especially by American beauties.
Now it is the fashion to wear pow
dered hair in the day time as well as
by night This does not pure
“V” shaped piece of the material.
There is a plaiting of lace about the
throat and small ribbon decoration at
the right side byway of garniture, a
short satin girdle of plaited ribbon
fastens with hooks and eyes at the
left side under extremely small made
ornaments.
The hat is of hatter’s plush, with
facing of velvet in black. The para
dise wreath in shaded flame color
gives brilliance and distinction to the
entire toilette.
It will be noticed that the long
gloves are glace kid in black. They
make the arms look very slender and
reduce the apparent size of all hands
remarkably. Very thin women should
not wear them. High surfaced black
is not for them. The sleeves are fin
ished with a band of satin.
To study this costume is more con
vincing than- describing it to show
that it has been carefully thought out
as adapted to the full figure.
The narrow drooping brim of the
hat makes the most of the length of
the neck, since it does not conceal it.
The feather swirl is light, following
the brim line almost exactly. The
shape is extremely graceful.
It is by such careful thinking out
and management of line that grace is
arrived at. Developed in black or
grey or mauve or taupe, this is a
good model, but for the purpose of re
ducing the apparent size of the figure
black is the best choice.
JULIA BOTTOMLEY.
white hair, such hair as one sees at
a fancy dress ball. The powdered hair
now r so fashionable in Paris is, as a
rule, quite dark in parts. It is obvious
ly powdered at the sides and in front.
The great drawback to this fashion
is this: Powdered hair makes con
siderable demands upon one’s toilet,
and upon one’s personality, generally.
It seems to silently call for a special
style of dress. It cannot be worn, suc
cessfully, with “just anything.”
In the evening these difficulties dis
appear entirely, for modern evening
gowns are so ornate and elaborate
that they seem to harmonize, natural
ly, w r ith powder.
As to the second “fad,” what can
be said? Red fox skins have become
übiquitous in Paris. All through last
summer, and autumn, the most ex
clusive Parisian beauties were making
sensational successes in white linen
and satin sea-side costumes, accom
panied by a brilliant red fox skin, in
the shape of a flat tie.
Skins or the ordinary red fox looked
all right when adopted as an eccen
tric “fad,” by ultra smart women, and
in conjunction with fragile summer
dresses; they look hopelessly common
when adopted as a regular winter fur
and worn with handsome tailored
suits of cloth and velvet. Neverthe
less, the red-fox-rage is apparently in
a healthy condition. It seems likely
to last all through the winter. And
the pity of it is that already the shop
windows are filled with imitation red
fox skins, worthless furs which have
no meaning and which would make
any costume look ordinary. This was,
of course, inevitable, but it is never
theless deplorable.
The newest combs are large and
flat, tand the correct thing is to wear
them at the back of the head, low
down, in Greek style. Some of these
combs are of rare beauty. The artis
tic jewelers of Paris are past masters
at work of this kind, and the most
wonderful things are done with carv
ed jade, inset with precious stones,
and with transparent horn incrusted
with diamonds and traced over with
gold.
Sometimes these beautiful combs
are accompanied by an elaborate clasp
which is worn at the breast or is used
to fasten the wide sash, at one side.
Philately and History.
An interesting chapter in philatelic
history, and in the history of Europe,
is closed by the decision to suppress
the foreign postal agencies in Crete
as the result of the union of that is!
and with Greece. Austria, Great Brit
ain, France, Russia, and Italy have all
maintained post offices in Crete, as
in Turkey, and there is at the moment
much speculation in philatelic circles
as to whether the Levantine post of
fices maintained by the powers,
among which Germany is also in
i eluded, will not be closed as well.
NEVER POPULAR TAX
Assessments on Incomes Always
Opposed.
Great English and American States
men Have Gone on Record in Op
position to Plan —Lincoln’s
Words of Denunciation.
When Edward Gibbon, the historian,
tells us that the Roman emperors as
certained the incomes of their subjects
by burning them at the stake, we feel
little regret that the glory of Rome is
no more. When we read how the busi
ness men of the middle ages, especial
ly the very successful Jews, were in
geniously tortured to make them re
veal their incomes we see some ad
vantages in not living even in that
picturesque period. But we must not
exult prematurely!
The English income tax is the model
upon which the present federal in
come tax is based. A quarter of a
century after the English tax went in
to force it was repealed with an en
thusiasm that is worth recalling. Dur
ing the Napoleonic wars the income
tax had been endured as a necessary
evil. But after Waterloo popular op
position could no longer be restrained.
The house of commons was deluged
\yith petitions from all parts of the
kingdom. From the “merchants, bank
ers and traders of the city of London”
came a petition with 22,000 signatures
expressing “abhorrence of a tax repug
nant to everything like British feel
ing.”
Throughout the debates in the com
mons at this time it was always the
inquisitorial nature of the tax, an in
herent evil, rather than the high rates
which aroused most bitter hostility.
The intensity of feeling may be gath
ered from Brougham’s very popular
proposal that all records of the tax be
burned that posterity should never
know that such a tax had existed. Well
may the Democrats ponder over thdse
things!
Gladstone’s denunciation of the in
come tax came just ten years after
Abraham Lincoln, who must have had
in mind England’s experience, wrote
“to the voters of Illinois;” “By the
direct tax system the land must be
literally covered with assessors and
collectors, going forth like swarms of
Egyptian locusts, devouring every
blade of grass and other green thing."
We do not wish to press the analogy
between Democratic tax officials and
locusts or any other kind of insects, in
structive though such analogy be. We
do wish, however, to counsel great re
straint and good sense in administer
ing what* has proved in all times and
places to be the most unpopular of
taxes.
Wilson’s Mexican Policy.
Unpleasant is the prospect which
lies before us if President Wilson in
his schoolmaster’s conceit shall carry
us into a foolish and ruinous war with
Mexico. Not in the lifetime of a gen
eration would we be able really to
compose the country; and even when
it should be done, if ever, the result
would involve an unending responsi
bility and a permanent source of trou
ble. To maintain Mexico as a con
quered province would put upon us a
strain to which our system is not
adapted and which it could hardly
sustain. To incorporate Mexico with
in our own system with her myriads
of ignorance and alien incapacity
would be a policy of utmost hazard,
probably one tending to national de
struction. And this being so, we ought
by every expedient consistent with
honor and dignity to avoid the kind of
mix-up in which the president’s course,
if it shall be persisted in, is more
than likely to involve us.
Plea for Party Unity.
In a recent speech former Vice-
President Charles W. Fairbanks said:
“Circumstances which unfortunately
led to party division a year ago no
longer exist. The Democratic party
is in full power, and it can be over
thrown only by the united effort of
the great body of those who believe
in Republican principles. I have no
doubt whatever that the logic of
events will bring all Republicans into
co-operation again. This chnnot be
accomplished by coercion of any sort;
it must come about naturally by the
exercise of a spirit of tolerance and
patience; old scores should be forgot
ten. As President McKinley happily
put it, ‘lt does not do to keep books
in politic®.’ ”
Taft the Statesman.
The instances of the election of able
judges by the people the former head
of the nation regards as exceptions
that indicate the ability of the Ameri
can people to make the best of a bad
system. There, then, Is the gauntlet
of the able jurist who occupied the
White House thrown down to the ad
vocates of the plan to cast the judi
ciary into the political arena for a
scrambling over ad to the populace
for the rending of its robes.
Always Minority Party.
The Democratic party, nationally,
has never ceased to be a minority
party. The party has been put in
power nationally by a split of the
Republican party. The Democratic
party will remain in the ascendency
nationally so long as the Republican
party stays divided —so long and no
longer. The Republican party can
reassert itself as the governing party
nationally and in normally Repub
lican states just as soon as the di
vided wings get together.
Taft’s Broadmindedness.
William Howard Taft took occasion
the other day to pay a glowing trib
ute to Grover Cleveland. Every little
while Mr. Taft says something which
indicates that he is a broad states
man in more ways than one.
T. R. Should Speak Little Louder.
“The Republicans must come to us,”
said Colonel Roosevelt in a letter read
to a band of his followers on the day
of tho Maine election. And then they
read the returns. —St. Louis Republic.