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/ BYNOPSIS.
Rudolph Van Vechten, a young man of
leisure, is astonished to see a man enter
No. 1313, a house across the street from
the Powhatan club, long unoccupied and
6poken of as the House of Mystery. Sev
eral persons at regular intervals enter
No. 1313. Van Vechten expresses concern
to his friend, Tom Phinney, regarding the
■whereabouts of his cousin and fiancee,
Paige Carew. A fashionably attired wo
man is seen to enter the House of Mys
tery. A man is forcibly ejected from the
house. Van Vechten and Tom follow the
man and find him dead in the street.
Van Vechten is attracted by the face of
a girl in the crowd of onlookers sur
rounding the body. Later he discovers
the girl gazing at him with a look of
scorn from the windows of the mysteri
ous house. Detective Flint calls on Van
Vechten to get his version of the trag
edy. Tom Phinney goes alone on a yacht
ing trip. He recognizes among some per
sons in a passing motor boat two men
whom he had seen enter the House of
Mystery. He sees one of them, a Mr. Cal
ais, on shore later and follows him. Tom
is seized, blindfolded and taken to a
house. He hears a girl named Jessie, evi
dently the daughter of the man in author
ity, guestion his captors. A sweet-voiced
girl later pretests against the roughness
of his captors. Van Vechten calls on his
uncle, Theodore Van Vechten, big man
In Wall street and known as the “Man of
Iron," in search of information regarding
the whereabouts of Paige Carew. Detec
tive Flint shows Van Vechten a gold
mesh purse found In the House of Mys
tery. Van recognizes it as belonging to
Paige Carew.
BOOK 11.
CHAPTER 111.
/ In the Dark,
Notwithstanding his exciting expe
rience of the night, and the rough
treatment to which he had been sub
jected, and notwithstanding thewretch
edly uncomfortable plight in which
his captors had left him, Tom Phin
ney’s day upon the water in time be
gan to produce Its natural effect —he
dozed fitfully after a while, again and
again coming to himself with a start
from the very verge of slumber; and
then at last, when his cramped posi
tion no longer annoyed him, when his
arms and legs grew numb and ceased
to pain, he slept profoundly.
After he had slept some hours, he
shot broad awake and to a conscious
ness of two /things—that the hour
was late, and that he was not alone
in the.worn. The darkness was still
no sound had disturbed
him; yet he sensed another, pres
ence.
Minutes passed, and not a sound
fiid he hear to confirm his first convic
tion; still he was no less certain that
there was somebody else in the room.
A movement on his part, he conclud
ed, must have alarmed the intruder;
therefore he lay stiffly quiescent,
scarcely breathing in his anxiety to
locate the unknown’s position.
At last his patience was rewarded.
Tie intruder must have been holding
his breath also, for Tom plainly
heard an unmistakable exhalation,
then a faint stir, a rustling of gar
ments. And then a thrill went
through him. He was suddenly aware
of a faint, delicate fragrance. He
knew that the intruder was a woman.
Could it be the girl of the wonder
fully sweet voice?
"If you are trying to find me,” he
said, scarcely above a whisper, “I am
here.”
The first word was met with a
stifled, startled gasp.
“Oh!”
"Don’t be frightened. Lord knows
I’m harmless enough.”
Followed a silent pause; then came
the soft froufrou of skirts, and he
“But You Will Not Want to Know Me
Then.”
knew that the woman was groping her
way toward him. He continued tp
guide her steps with low-voiced direc
tions, and by and by he felt the con
tact of her foot. Next she was kneel
ing beside him.
“Whatever you do,” he heard a trem
ulous whisper, “be quiet. If I am
caught here it will spoil everything; I
dread to think of the possible conse-
Bquences. But I couldn’t sleep for
thinking of your predicament.”
“Just release me,” said Tom, "and
jwe can let consequences go hang. I
Wan take care of ’em.”
TYPES THAT ARE SIMILAR
Stupid or Thoughtless Man May Well
Be Actuated by the Same
Principle.
There are some men formed with
feelings so blunt, with tempers so
cold and phlegmatic, that they can
hardly be said to be awake during the
whole course of their lives. Upon
such persons the most striking ob
jects make a faint and obscure Im
pression.
“Oh, no-no-no!” came a tense whis
per. "You don’t know what you are
talking about. You haven’t the slight
est idea of the circumstances.
“Now listen to me —I must hurry. I
have come here to release you. If
everything is all right—l mean, if you
can satisfy me that I am warranted in
freeing you—you can go. Otherwise
I must leave you as you are; and I —l
don’t want to do that.”
“And I. don’t want you to, believe
me,” breathed Tom, fervently. "Are
you the girl who asked me my name
downstairs?”
“Yes.”
“I want to hear your voice again.
But more than anything else, I want to
see your face. If you’re the same girl,
I’ll agree to anything—even to remain
ing here, like this, to die.”
This rash declaration was ignored.
“Will you tell me your name now?”
asked the girl.
“Tom Phinney,” that young gentle
man replied simply. “I shan’t ask
yours—not just at present —but I mean
to know It some day. I mean to have
you to myself some time, so that I can
look at you to my heart’s content. I
know you are beautiful.”
The response to this, whisper though
it was, revealed a flash of spirit.
“Much good it would do to you to
ask! If you don’t remain quiet I shall
leave you at once.”
If-silence was what she wanted, sure
ly she could not complain of the in
tensity of that which immediately en
sued. It remained so long unbroken
that the girl’s fortitude failed her.
"Well?” The tremulous whisper con
veyed a distinct Impression to Tom —
she was afraid. “Are you going to
stop talking so silly?”
But he did not speak; indeed, he was
once more holding his breath.
After another pause—
" Are you asleep?” the girl whispered.
“Have you—have you—fainted?”
Not a sound from Tom.
Presently he felt a little hand touch
his breast, as lightly as a feather, and
a warm glow flowed through him that
effectively banished the chill of his
damp clothing. Then the hand flut
tered to his face and, in the darkness,
rested a moment upon his mouth.
Afterwards Tom stoutly asserted
that what he did was wholly inadvert
ent, citing as valid corroborative evi
dence the fact that he had had no time
to will the act; and at the same time
he contended that because the act was
inadvertent, it was sincere and there
fore to be condoned.
Anyhow, he kissed the softest and
sweetest palm in all the world.
The immediate result, however,
nearly spelled disaster for this mid
night enterprise. The hand was with
drawn as if it had touched a live coal,
and the girl rose to her feet, utterly
disregardful of the noise she made in
doing so.
Tom could hear her panting; in im
agination he could see her standing
white and rigid with terror, and he
was promptly contrite.
“You are frightened,” he said, ab
jectly apologetic.
“Oh, I am —I am!” she moaned. “If
you knew what this meant for me you
wouldn’t be so foolish. All my life
long I have been afraid of the dark —
not just shivery afraid, but frightened
clear out of my wits. And you—you”
1 —Tom caught a sob —“you make it so
! much worse. I didn’t know what had
happened,”
“What do you think of me!” he
groaned.
“I think you are a cheeky young
man. I must have been insane ever to
have thought of aiding you to es
cape.”
“Don’t say that,” he muttered In
hoarse consternation. “Forgive me —
please do. I shan’t take back anything
I’ve said or done, but I’ll promise to
be good —to do exactly what you say.”
There fell another pause. Then —
“Will you promise that?” whispered
the girl.
“I have promised,” Tom whispered
back.
“On your word of honor?”
“On my word of honr as a gentle
man.”
He heard a long sigh of relief, and
the girl cautiously resumed her for
mer position at his side.
“Here is my plan,” she said, “and
you must be obedient in every little
detail. I shall have to blindfold you
: again and lead you some distance from
the house. Have you any idea where
' you are?”
) “Not a glimmer of one.”
“And if you were out of sight of the
- house, you couldn’t find your way
- back to it?”
“If you told me not to I shouldn’t
- even try to find it.”
i “Very well. Now let me untie your
I hands.”
The task was not an easy one, for
r the knots had been tightly tied and
were still damp. But presently his
1 hands were free, and the first unham
l pered movement of his arms wrung
from him a groan of anguish.
I There are others so continually in
the agitation of gross and merely
I sensual pleasures, or so occupied in
the low drudgery of avarice, or so
heated in the chase of honors and
distinction, that their minds, which
l had been used continually to the
) storms of these violent and tempest
i uous passions, can hardly be put in
s motion by the delicate and refined
i play of the imagination.
These men, though, from a different
- cause, become as stupid and insensi
ble as the former, but whenever eith-
"Hush!” the girl cried in alarm.
“I—l couldn’t help it,” apologized
Tom. "It hurts like the very dev —like
the deuce. I’ll be all right in a min
ute."
And after a bit, when the circulation
was restored to the benumbed mem
bers, Tom himself made short work of
the bonds around his ankles. He rose
unsteadily to his feet.
“If I could stamp a few times,” he
said.
"Mercy, “no!”
"Oh, I shan’t. What next?"
While he lent himself submissively
to the operation, she bound one of the
handkerchiefs over his eyes, tugging
the fabric and disposing it in such a
way that by no possibility could he
see when he got where it was light
Her fingers touched his face many
times, and the nearness of her, now
on this side, now on that, and behind
him and in front, was making him
giddy.
“You must walk just as carefully as
ever you can,” she enjoined —"just as
quietly as if you were a burglar. I will
take your hand. When I squeeze once,
it means you are to step down —twice
means to step up. . . . What is it?”
for Tom mumbled something.
"I said that I wished we were going
upstairs instead of down.”
“What in the world do you wish —
oh! So that is all your promise
amounts to, is it?”
“I can wish, can’t I?” said Tom,
moodily. “I didn’t intend for you to
hear.”
Her response was a sharp command
for him not to speak another word.
“Give me your hand,” she said curt
ly.
Their fingers met and closed, but
when she attempted to move away
Tom drew her to a standstill.
“Just a moment. I must disobey you
this once. What will happen to you
when it is discovered that I am gone?”
“Why, nothing.”
“It seems improbable, don’t you
know, that anybody who wanted me so
badly would be tickled to death to
have me get away.”
“Nevertheless nothing will happen
to me,” she repeated. “I know that
what I am doing is for the best, not
only for you, but for us too. Pray
don’t think I am going to all this trou
ble solely for you.”
"I did think so,” Tom said in a
gloomy tone. “Look here, if I’m not
sure that everything will be all right
with you, I’m not going to budge a
step.”
In her exasperation his guide gave
his hand a vigorous jerk.
“Mercy goodness!” he heard her ex
claim. “Did anybody ever see such an
aggravating man. When I explain
what I have done, that will be the
end of it. Now come on.”
“Truly?”
“Honor bright. Step carefully.”
And so, with infinite ‘ caution, and
without attracting the attention of any
of the household, Tom was led down
the stairs —every step being indicated
by a single hand-squeeze—and out in
to the night. Presently he divined
that he was being guided round in a
circle, but made no protest. Neither
spoke until the girl halted.
“Now, then, Mr. Phinney, listen to
your final instructions,” she said i.a a
low voice—no longer a whisper, but
the same marvelously sweet voice
that had charmed him earlier in the
evening.
“You are in the middle of the road
that leads to Rocky Cove, and facing
the town. You are to stand here and
count one hundred, slowly, then you
may remove the handkerchief from
your eyes. Bear In mind that you are
to count slowly, and that you are not
to try to follow me. Have I your
promise?”
“The conditions are hard,” returned
Tom. “If I am willing to agree, surely
I am entitled to some slight considera
tion in return?”
“Well?” —impatiently. "You must
hurry.”
Said Tom: “Promise me that I can
see you some time.”
Said the girl: “Why In the world
do you want me to promise that?”
“Because,” said Tom warmly, “you
are the girl I have been looking for
all my life —the One Girl —”
“How ridiculous!” she coolly Inter
rupted. “You don’t know me. If you
were to meet me tomorrow—any
where —you wouldn’t know that I am
I.”
“I would,” Tom stoutly protested,
“anywhere. I would know you among
a million. Tell me that I can see you
—soon.”
There was a long moment of si-
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LEARN WHAT THE EARTH IS
Here Is the Proper Definition Fresh
From the Pen of a
Humorist
The earth is a ball, so situated in a
region called space as to get the full
benefit of the sun on bright days and
of the moon on romantic nights. It
is somewhat larger than a baseball,
but not so important. It is not so large
as a fixed star, but is much closer and
of a much pleasanter climate. It is
not so flashy as a charity ball, but
much more efficient.
It has two poles of which we are
certain, because they are vouched for
■ by explorers; a center of which we
are not certain because it is vouched
i for merely by scientists; an'equator
' and an axis which are imaginary;
: Christian Scientists, which are imag
inative: and mathematicians, which
er of these happen to be struck with
any natural elegance or greatness, or
with these qualities in any work of
art, they are moved upon the same
principle.—Edmund Burke.
Test Contradicts Theory.
The recent scientific baby contests
. in New York and elsewhere disclosed
l the interesting fact that the prize
winners usually belonged to very poor
; parents who had broken every law
■ of eugenics, of heredity, and of hy
giene. Now comes a similar report
THE FRO3TBURG SPIRIT, FROSTBURG, MD.
lence, duffcg which Tom waited eager- !
ly for her next words; but when at
last they came they were spoken so
gravely, and were weighted with such
a note of sadness, that he was
startled.
“Mr. Phinney,” she said, “you may
discover who I am much sooner than
you can possibly expect. But you will
not want to know me,then; conditions
will be such that people will shun
rather than seek my acquaintance.
You will regret even this distant
meeting in the dark.”
"Never. If you talk that way I’ll rip
this rag right now.”
"I know you will not do that”—what
delectable notes cooed and sang in
her voice when she talked like this!
—“not until you have counted a hun
dred.”
"You’re a witch!”, he declared ve
hemently, and was rewarded with a
little rippling laugh that confirmed
the opinion.
“Am I? Then I cannot be beautiful,
for witches are old and ugly. But you
have been very good to trust me so
implicitly. Here is my hand once
more. Good-by. Let me hear you be
gin to count.”
And Tom, standing blindfolded in
the moonlight, raised to his lips the
hand of the girl he had never seen,
with all the gallant courtesy of a me
dieval knight paying homage to his
lady. There was a reverence in the
act that held the little hand captive
in his own.
Tom began to count In a low mono
tone. He had all at once grown very
grave, and his tall, erect figure had
taken on a new dignity that it had
never before known; for his mind and
heart were, for the first time in his
aimless life, set upon a high pur
pose.
A mild i rustling of garments, an
overpowering sense of aloneness, told
him that the girl had left his immedi
ate presence. He could not, of course,
know that she halted and looked back
at him from a little distance, nor
could he see the faint smile that
curved her lips. ... It was a re
markably tender smile, Mr. Tom, that
you missed there in the night! . . .
But he did hear the soft “Good night,”
although he did not stir, nor cease
his resolute counting.
When he tore the bandage from his
eyes, he was alone; the night’s still
ness was absolute. And, paradoxical
ly, although he was literally drenched
with the light of a white moon, he
was still so much in the dark that he
1 half-way believed he had been dream
ing, and had only just awakened from
' sound slumber.
1 CHAPTER IV.
I
Mr. Flint Advances a Theory.
Mr. Flint’s voice dissipated Rudolph
Van Vechten’s bewilderment; but the
young man remained completely non
plused over the seemingly inexplicable
1 manner in which his Cousin Paige’s
‘ purse had appeared. He met the de
' tective’s narrow regard with a long,
1 questioning stare; then he abruptly
1 dropped into a chair.
“Flint,” he said, "you took my
breath away. Sit down, man, sit
’ down. Think I’ll let you go until you
1 have told me all about this?”
- So slowly did Mr. Flint obey, that
! the other could not restrain his impa
! tience.
“Is my cousin in New York?” he
1 questioned peremptorily. “Have you
< seen her? This is a terribly serious
1 matter, Mr. Flint, as you would ap
-1 predate if you were acquainted with
1 all the circumstances.”
* “Suppose,” returned the quiet
t voice, “you first answer my question
do you know where your cousin is?”
“No” —bluntly, “I don’t. Until to
-1 day I imagined I had some idea of
7 her whereabouts, but”—he weighed
' the shining purse in his hand, contem
plating it soberly—“here is the second
t reason I have been given within the
last hour to feel a good deal of anx
-1 iety respecting her.”
"Will you tell me the other rea
-1 son?”
Briefly Van Vechten related the en
-1 counter with T. Jenkins, of the
r Sphere, and at the close of the recital
the listener nodded understandingly.
“It is beginning to look as though
1 my search for a murderer was open
ing up something a bit more serious,”
1 began Mr. Flint; (but the other sharp
ly interrupted.
“What do you mean? It can’t be
' that anything has happened to Paige?”
1 Before replying, Mr. Flint regarded
him a moment doubtfully.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
are unimaginative. It is Inhabited
by people, husbands and other in
sects, animalculae and bacteria. It
is connected with the rest of space by
sound waves, light waves, wireless ap
paratus with instruments at the send
ing end only, telescopes and prayers.
It has recently endeavored to exagger
ate its ego by the use of aeroplanes.
The earth is highly recommended
as both a summer and a winter resort
for well-to-do persons. Favorable
terms to desirable parties.—Pulitzer’s
Magazine.
Difference In Speech.
Polly—“ You can never tell much
about a man from his speech.” Belle
—“That’s right. There’s Chollie, for
Instance, who stutters terribly. He
proposed to me five minutes after we
met, and it took jack, who is the most
voluble fellow in the world, three
years.”
from Japan. The children of the pri
mary schools in Tokyo have been med
ically examined with the result that
the babies from the middle and lower
elements of the population were oi
superior development to the others.
Thus do we find a further example
of the constant war between theory
and fact. It is the eugenically paired
couples who hate each other with a
fervor unusual even in the married
state, and it is the hygienic and germ
proof babies who are so loved by the
gods that they die young.
I '
Flounced Dresses Are Coming
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IF yon wish to busy yourself pre
paring for the coming spring and
summer, you can be assured of the
success of certain new styles in ad
vance. It is wise to be ready for the
season which lures us out of doors,
and to make the most of It.
Here is the sweetest of summer
gowns, made of silk muslin and lace
with a fichu and a be!} of satin rib
bon. Similar gowns are on display
made of a variety of materials. There
are embroidered cotton crepes, first
of all. Nets, with flounces edged with
lace, embroidered crepe de chine and
voiles. But always lace and more lace.
Point d’esprlt net Is found very use
ful and fine flowered voiles, lawns and
batiste.
Among the handsomest of gowns
are those of white! net showing flounc
ings of the net edged with narrow
black Chantilly lace. Others of sheer
cotton crepe with fold of black maline
laid under the edge of flouncings.
Much hand embroidery appears on
the gowns of crepe, voile, etc. But
It Is of a kind that does not try the
eyes. Long sprays of flowers of mod
erate size—like the carnation, for ex
ample—are done with heavy floss in
long bold stitches. The effect is beau
tiful. The gowns are in white or
pale colors. White is the loveliest,
and the light colored underslip with a
lace-trimmed petticoat of. net worn
under these gowns is beautiful.
It would be hard to find a simpler
or prettier model than that shown in
the picture, for a flounced gown. The
LACE AND RIBBONS
MARK THE STYLES
IN UNDER-MUSLINS
UNDER-MUSLINS in common with
other articles for women’s wear,
have been growing more lacy, more
1 bedecked with pretty finishing
touches, more diaphanous, with every
l season, until now, it seems, the limit
has been reached. Night dresses are
made with yokes of fine net, having
lace inserted, or superposed. Or
they are made with lace and fine em
broidery or all lace yokes. Pretty
’ '' . ‘
i
washable ribbons are always a nec
essary part of their construction. Al
together the undergarments now on
i display in the great stores have all
> been much influenced by this liking
-for airy fabrics and the craze for
3 laces. Petticoats have wide flounces
3 of net or lace, or the very sheerest
I of embroideries. Sometimes a lace
a flounces has another of net under it.
Corset covers are of net, chiffon and
-, lace. Small chiffon roses and abun
dance of ribbon trim them. Occasion
■’ ally one sees an entire petticoat of
‘ net, but more often the flounce only is
1 of this pretty fabric.
1 As in outer garments, under-muslins
1 are cut with easy lines, to hang
'• gracefully, not to “fit” the figure.
0 Whatever one may think of the diaph
? anous materials, it must be conceded
3 that the present styles are exception-
B ally graceful.
Thin muslins, nainsooks, and
l ' cambrics make up the body Of the
9 garments. Much beading is used to
| carry the ribbons which make gay the
design, too, is appropriate to older
women, as well as to the youthful
wearer. In fact, the difference in
flounced gowns for young or older
wearers is discernible „ in finishing
touches, rather than in' design. The
foundation skirts are plain and
straight. The flounces are adjusted
in differing poses. Sometimes, as in
the gown pictured, they sag toward
the back, but in a good number this
is reversed and they rise toward the
back.
The waist line is about the normal
in most of them. While waists are
draped, these are set in sleeves as
well as drop shoulder and kimono ef
fects. Ribbons are conspicuous, and
the “tango” shades, warm nasturtium
yellows, are specially fiked.
Almost anyone who makes any pre
tentions to sewing, or ,has any faith
in her own ability, can put together a
flounced dress. The trick seems to be
in adjusting the flowers at the right
slope, with even fullness, and in not
getting them too full.
The three flounced skirt, having the
flounces shaped, is displayed for heav
ier fabrics, and is wonderfully attrac
tive.
There is a 'world of light, airy fab
rics, fascinating in design, and a world
of filmy laces, moderate in price, so
that the flounced gown has a pleasant
future before it. Limp fabrics are
chosen that fall to the figure, so that
flounces do not mean bulkiness. That
is tabooed, and is likely to remain so,
JULIA BOTTOMLEY.
several pieces. Everything is berib
boned.
In the midst of winter, when eve
nings are long and days are most
comfortably spent in the house, un
derwear for the coming summer
should be made up. In fact, the bulk
of the summer sewing can be done
long before the clothes are needed.
Spring goods are on display in Jan
uary, and by the first of February
styles for the coming spring and sum
mer are fairly well settled.
A night dress of cambric and Val
lace is shown in the picture.
The yoke and very short sleeves
are in one and made of Val in
sertions. There are two patterns
of lace, the rows sewed togeth
er. The kimono sleeve portion may
be lengthened by adding rows of
insertion. A narrow edging fit
ishes the opening at the neck, and
a wider edge in the same pattern fin
ishes the sleeves.
The rows of lace may be “whipped”
together, that is, sewed edge to edge
with a short overcast stitch, or sewed
on the machine.
The yoke is joined to the skirt of
the gown by a narrow band of em
broidered beading. Through this a
ribbon is run, which ties at the front
in a small bow. This ribbon serves
to adjust the gown to the figure.
For such pretty night robes, sepa
rate bows and rosettes of ribbon are
; provided. They are to be pinned on
with very small safety pins. Little
rosettes for the top of the sleeves,
matching the other ribbons, but
without hanging ends, may be added
byway of elaboration.
The sheer fabrics now in vogue are
easy to launder and soft to the touch.
They are distinctly “new-fashioned.”
Light lawp or voile negligees are
thrown over them when one rises oi
when they are worn in the bedroom.
The models are so simple in con
struction that one hardly needs a pat
tern to cut them by. Still, as all the
pattern concerns provide patterns at
such trifling cost, it is well to get one
as a guide.
Silk Gloves for Dances.
, ' The almost ethereally airy dancing
frocks of tulle are accompanied by
l accessories that carry out their deli
- cate effect. Instead of heavy kid
gloves, silken gloves embroidered
l prettily on the long wrists are drawn
) over the arm. Sashes are of chiffon
i or tulle edged with fur, and fans are
) of beaded tulle, rather than feathers.
lei ciwrt REST
Business Men Want a Period of
Certainty. 1
A Year at Least Is Needed to Restore
Proper Tone to the Various
Branches of Industry—
Distrust Must End.
Returning members of congress
doubtless can testify to the fact that
there is a growing feeling throughout
the country that the administration,
having put through its tariff and cur
rency bills, should now give the busi
ness men a chance to readjust their
affairs and conform to the new condi
tions, before thrusting new anti-trust
legislation upon them. Even so
staunch a supporter of, Eresident Wil
son and so aggressfve a champion of
Democratic pledges as the New York
World now says:
“The country needs time to adjust
itself to the legislation already en
acted by the present congress, and
many of the amendments proposed to
the Sherman law spell another long
period of litigation, with no definite
promise of beneficial results. Let it
be remembered that if business de
pression follows careless trust legisla
tion the discredit will fall upon the
tariff and currency laws, to the undo
ing of most of the good already accom
plished.”
It will be idle to assure the business
men of the country that what is be
ing done is in their interest if the
effect is to stir up a feeling of uncer
tainty and distrust. Many years
passed before even the best lawyers
in the country pretended to under
stand what was meant by the seem
ingly plain terms of the Sherman law.
The ablest men of the senate framed >
that law, and yet when the enforce-'
ment of it began, there were few busi
ness men who knew where they stood.
yhe business interests now have a
fair understanding of the trust law.
The courts have interpreted it plainly,
so that all who run may read. Peace
ful dissolutions are possible under it,
as is demonstrated not only in the
breaking up of the telephone-telegraph
merger, but in the New Haven rail
road unscrambling.
It is well to leave a good thing
alone. A year at least should be giv
en the country to get its breath after
the almost continuous harassment of
the past ten years. The most con
structive thing the administration
could do would be to announce that
the public is to have the rest cure for
the next twelve months.
Democratic Policy Destructive.
The general purpose of Democracy
has ever been to undo whatever the
Republican party has done, to do what
ever the Republican party has op
posed, to overthrow federal supervi
sion and federal power in whatever
direction exercised, and to elevate the
power and supremacy of the state at
the expense of the nation.
To change the tariff law and sub
stitute free trade for protection has
been its purpose for more than half
a century. Cleveland tried it in 1893,
but did not entirely succeed. The
senate baffled him, for the Wilson
bill was at last rather a change of
schedules than a complete destruction
of protection. Cleveland, notwith
standing his strong individualism, was
a lawyer who entertained a respect for
the constitution of his country and
had some modest misgivings as to his
own infallibility. Wilson is troubled
by no underestimate of himself. He
had not the slightest hesitation in in
voking the power of federal patronage
and the tyranny of the secret caucus
to carry out his purposes, and the re
sult was the revised tariff, the prac
tical workings of which are yet to be
demonstrated.
Bill Not Yet Settled.
The Democratic party has given the
people .of the country two doses of
medicine. If those two doses cure the
patient, well and good; if not, then
will be time to look to the future,
perhaps to prepare.—Vice-President
Marshall.
What about paying the doctor’s
bill? Is it to be completely over
looked? The citizens of Leesburg
thought so to their sorrow. Is the
nation to profit by their example? If
old Doctor Swamproot gets paid, “well
and good”; If not, look out for more
doses. Some say that subscription
blanks, properly filled In, make the
best prescriptions. Try a dollar’s
worth of Commoner! It leaves you
younger.
Settled In That Quarter.
The South Carolina Democrat who
Said that Woodrow Wilson is the
greatest living American probably
has no intention of asking Secretary
Bryan for a diplomatic job.
Not Looking for So Much.
Some of the Democrats who started
out for a porterhouse steak are about
ready now to accept a soup bone.
Only One Road to Success.
Much depends upon the ability of
the Republican party to seize the flood
of Issues which the Wilson adminis
tration has furnished and make them
lead on to political fortune. That will
mean aggressive leadership, with a
vital power of initiative. The issues
must be presented which appeal to the
public judgment and confidence. Suo
vess will follow such a general appeal
more surely than a prudential at
tempt to interest disgruntled groups
of voters no matter who they may be.
Just a Big Noise.
Representative Hinebaugh of Illi
nois says the Moose campaign ie on
a sound footing. Samo old footing.
Sound and fury, signifying nothing.—
New York Telegram.
Gift Pinchot’s Progressive platform
seems to have been one in which he
took the initiative, referred the matter
to himself and recalled what didn’t
suit his plans.
Another thing the tariff has brought
down is wages.

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