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J. r. WALLACE, Publisher. WINSLOW, ARIZONA. gO<KHSvO«><K>OOCHJO<K>a<IOCH>a<;O v • • . . - .. | | Bandolero of Los Alamos | a | By "William A. Taaffe. X PANCHO PARCO leaned lazily against his gate on the outskirts of the southern California town, and .ooked down the road. It was a beau tiful Sunday morning in May. I’ancho was an old man, but there was nothing in his appearance indicative of his age except his bristling gray mustache, the 3eep lines in his brown face, and the dull, bloodshot black eyes which must once have been as fierue as those of an Indian. With his arms resting on the gate, I’ancho rolled himself a huge yellow-papered cigarette, which he proceeded to enjoy. Suddenly he pulled the brim of his big white som brero further down over his face as he descried a man walking toward him on the path beside the road. The new comer was a young man and Pancho’s opposite in every particular. “Como esta, senor?” “Good morning, Pancho. Has Seno rita Helena gone to church?’’ “No, senor. Pretty soon she come. You go with her?” “If she’ll allow me.” “Oh, she glad to take you to church— glad to take anyone. She is good. She want to make poor Pancho go, but he no go any more.” “Did you hear of the hold-up on the Santa Maria road, Pancho?” asked the American, casually. At once it seemed that the sombrero cast a darker shadow oveT Pancho’s face, while his eyes narrowed into slits: “Si, 1 hear of him. They make big fuss ’bout little thing. It was different, senor, in early days before —” His in born politeness gave him pause. “Before the gringos came?” supple mented the other, laughingly. “Si, senor, before the gringos came. I born here, senor, feefty—seexty —sev- enty years ago. My father had un rancho grande near here. Every one know el Rancho Parco. No banks those days, senor. We keep all the money in the casa de rancho—what you call house. Plenty of bandoleros then, you bet. You not know a bandolero. You meet him in the mountains; he take all you got; the next day you meet him in town and shake his hand, but you not know him.” “Well, Pancho, it’s pretty hard to identify him these days,” watching him closely. “Oh, I don’ know’, eef you smart. What your beesin-ess, senor” The question was asked with much apparent indifference, but George Howard was not deceived. Suspecting, he sav himself suspected. “Real es tate,” he replied, promptly; “I’m down here looking up the purchase of some land.” “So?” said Pancho. “And will you buy him or—take him? Americanos get all the land all the time. Long time ago you come here, senor, you would come to me to get the land. I own all. Now all gone, and Pancho not got five centavos. Pancho has lost his greep. Sometimes I gees away the land. You see where all those houses up street stand? One day Pancho see a big black horse—the horse do for his new saddle and silver spurs. I gees thousand acres for him. Those houses on the ground I gees away. The rest” —with a sudden and comprehensive sweep of his hand —“Pancho r-robbed of! You hear me, senor? I say — r-robbed! And now they make big fuss ’bout a poor bandolero!” “Father is pitching into the Ameri cans as usual, I suppose?” said a girlish voice behind them. Both turned to look upon Helena Parco, dark, briglit-eyed, with the rose and the olive blended in her cheek. “To hear my father talk,” she went on. blithely, “one would think he was a foreigner, while he is an American himself.” “Si,” broke in. Pancho, “un Ameri cano, but not —” “A gringo,” interpolated Howard. “Well, it is foolish of you, dear old father, to talk so. In a cosmopolitan country such as ours —” and then, as she realized that her language was un intelligible to one of her hearers, at least—“but Mr. Howard, I must go to church. The mission bells are ringing already, and I am the organist. 1 will be glad if you will go with me. Like the Salvation Army lassie, I want everyone to come to our hall.” The two went down the road togeth er, leaving rancho meditatively smok ing his cigarette. And as he smoked he communed, with himself and wondered about many things. Helena was so un like a Parco, he thought. She was not- content to mix with the Spanish people exclusively, as her mother had done before her, but was welcomed everywhere. She did not hate the Americans, but told him, her own fa ther. many times that it was wrong to cherish hatred against one. Aet she loved her old father and was not ashamed of him. Surely she was a strange, dear child. But the Parco blood would tell even in her if the occa sion arose—he was sure of that. Making himself another cigarette, Pancho strolled idly into the town. lie joined several groups of Spanish-Amer lcans standing on the sidewalk in their Sunday clothes, nodding familiarly to the store-keepers in front of the shops, and finally brought up before a crowd of men and boys who had surrounded and were listening to Sam Smith's de scription of the recent hold-up. Sam was the stage driver. “I threw out the box all right enough,” Sam was saying, with great unction, “but it was my old fake box. The right one was on behind, tied up in a roll of blankets. The fellow was just about the build of rancho there —” Pancho passed on as if he had not heard, but a knowing smile of satisfac tion played about his ilps. The delightfully monotonous summer days of blue sky r and yellow sun came ind departed before the town was again awakened from its languorous sleep of satisfied tranquillity. In the vieinity of Los Alamos Sam Smith was held up once more. The lone highwayman com pelled the doughty and threwd Samuel to descend from his seat and produce the express box from a roll of blankets. 1 This being accomplished, the luckless passengers were lined up on one side of the road and the man with the gunny* sack over his head and a Winchester in his hand relieved them of their val uables in turn. The following" day the broken ex press-box and a, piece of the gunny-sack II 111 ill 11 11 SI m scene of the robbery. Pancho was sua pected on Sam’s report, and his house searched. There the rest of the gunny saA was found. Pancho bad) already taken to the hills, and a large reward was offered for his capture. Sympathy, sincere and universal, went out to the old man’s daughter, but with the blow a change came over her. Every glance of pity was met by a look of suppressed indignation, and scorn, for pity implied belief in her father's guilt. In her eye a new fire kindled—a fire that burned in Pan cho’s ev es when he was young. Except her own, no roof knew her now but that of the mission. But all this was only the brave exterior. In a little while it was known she was ill. Within two months she was dead. The wise doc tors gave the cause as quick consump tion. Two days afterward two men moved cautiously down the slope of the cone shaped mountain, at the foot of which stood the mission. Both were armed, and both crept erouchingly from bowlder to bowlder and from bush to bush, as if they feared detection. As they did so the bells of the mis sion began to toll. The sweet-toned sound from the little bronze bells— cast in old Spain—came up the moun tain, and the two men stopped and looked down at a funeral procession passing slowly along the country road to the graveyard, a short distance away. For one of them that funeral was a magnet. Following the hearse came a wagon in which sat a number of young girls clothed l in white, and behind it many buggies, wagons and a motley description of vehicles, filled with people. The man in the rear gazed intently at the moving spectacle for a time, and then his eyes wandered' search ingly over the mountain slope. Sud denly he stood erect and brought his gun to his shoulder; for the first time he had discovered the other man, leaning against a slanting rock, not 20 feet away. “Hands up, quick!” he shouted, “or I’ll fire.” “Carajo!” burst from Pancho’s lips, as he made a movement to seize his gun. “Don’t! I’ll kill you.” Slowly Pancho’s hands went up. Howard advanced to d'sarm him. It was Pancho’s turn: “You no come!” he cried. “Dios! You not take me alive.” Howard stopped. The two looked at each other steadily. The mission bells still tolled, and the funeral pro cession wended its way along the country’ road. “You must go with me, Pancho. I’m sorry, but I must do my duty.” “I say i no go!” cried Pancho, his “HANDS UP, QUICK!” HE SHOUTED. eyes blazing with excitement. “You think a Parco go to jail?” “It'll be all right, Pancho, old man. If you're not guilty you can easily prove it.” “Geeltv? You mean I no hold) up stage? You want me say that? I nc say it. I did hold him up, but I not geelty. How’ is it when the gringos take all Pancho got? The gringos geelty, eh? What you say? Pancho no bandolero. Pancho only take a leetle of vvliat is take from him. But no use talk. Everyone say’ Pancho geelty’. I no care. Nina mia, dead). You see down there? They’ take He lena to the grave. I no want lees. I no ’fraid death. When they put Helena mia in the grave, Pancho die too. You watch, senor —you see.” The procession was entering th# graveyard. “But I w’on’t allow’ you to kill youn self.” “You not allow?” Pancho laughed derisively. “But you make meestako. Par.cho no keel himself. Helena mia say that is wrong—say es malo. I not do what Helena mia say’ not do. Y’ou keel me, senor.’’ “I kill you!” “Si, senor, you keel me, or—l keel yon. I got right to do that.’’ “But, Pancho, Pancho,” Howard al most screamed, as lie saw in the other’s face the sudden resolve and the plan to effect it, “you must not make me do it. No. you will not, , Pancho. Think of Helena. Helena . would not want you to do that. She would 1 want you to live and be a Parco.” As he pleaded for the other ’ man's life, he became fearful of his own nerves. Tancho had turned his face in the , direction of the little cemetery and the people standing around the open grave. Even at that distance his eyes were fixed upon the coffin which was . being gradually lowered. To him ( came the cadence of the last notes of the bell. Suddenly lie wheeled • about and his hands dropped from the rock above his head upon which they [ had been resting. “Now!” he cried, ( as he made a motion to seize liis gun. The mission bells were still, but the shot from Howard’s gun reverberated through the hills.—San Francisco Ar gonaut. • Vagaries of Thought. Muggins —Like all intellectual men, t Noah Lot is frightfully absent-mine*- E ed. Buggins—What’s he been up to now? ) “He wanted to call a fellow a lobster - the other day, couldn’t think of the 1 word, and referred to him as a liomarus i Americanus.”—Philadelphia Record. IB MilS Latest Intelligence of Transpiring Events at the National Capital. THE TREND OF PUBLIC SENTIMENT. Lack ot Interest In the Republican National Convention Hanna’s “Sure Thing’’ Platform —Tlie Mc- Kinley Policy Towards Great Brit ain—Trust “Prosperity.” [Special Correspondence.] Nothing tamer could be imagined than the republican national conven tion at Philadelphia. The delegates positively’ yawned with weariness and the public refused to attend the affair. If the lethargy of the convention is an indication of the kind of campaign the republicans are going to put up, it looks like a confession of defeat before hand. Even the imperturbable Mark Hanna seems to realize that the drift of public sentiment is against his party. Hanna with his usual lack of tact let the country see during the national convention how completely he is the party boss, lie hobnobbed with mil lionaires and trust directors and he let it be clearly understood that McKinley was only’ the puppet which he and his moneyed friends put up to move as they willed. Even the few instances where Hanna tried to give out the impression that he was not entirely in control were so clumsily managed as to be ab surd. The voters of the country, regardless of party’, are not pleased at the open attempt to control affairs in the inter est of the moneyed few. The whole at mosphere of the Philadelphia conven tion intensifies the interest in the dem ocratic national convention at Kansas City. That will be a serious gathering be cause matters of grave importance are to be discussed and acted upon, but it will be a real convention in close touch with the people and trying to carry’ out their wishes for a return to honest and constitutional government. There w’ill be enthusiasm and earnest pur pose at the Kansas City convention and it w’ill be spontaneous. Not all the brass bands nor expensive display at Philadelphia could galvanize the re publican performance into any sem blance of life. Everybody knew that the affair was cut and dried in Washington and, ex cept for the looks of it. the delegates might as well have staid home and let Hanna and his friends announce the candidates and platform. The republican convention was not able for the number of government offi cials—high and low—who found time to leave their duties in Washington and run over to Philadelphia. At Kan sas City there will be something differ ent from a gathering of automatic dele gates and anxious office holders. It will be a convention where the dele gates actually’ represent the sentiment of their home people. Even with the honest differences of opinion which might be expected from delegates from widely-separated sections, the in dications are that the Kansas City con vention will be harmonious—not with the graveyard harmony so apparent in the republican gathering, but the har mony’ which comes w’hen men drop all minor differences in order to deal with grave problems which affect the very life and continuance of a free nation. Trncklinsr to Great Britain. The Chinese complication is causing not a little anxiety in Washington. There is every indication that the do mestic convulsion in China will drag in the European nations, and it is diffi cult to foresee the end. The administration is not talking so loudly now about its “open door” with China. In fact it has recently allowed the publication of a consular report from one of the chief ports in China pointing out that the Chinese have no use whatever for American-manufac tured goods. They’ prefer their clumsy hand methods to our complicated ma chinery and their wants are so simple and their standard of living so low that they have no desire for our manu factured products, and even if they’had they’ have no money with which to buy’ them. The administration has known all along that the cry of “expansion of oriental trade” was a delusion, but it served to distract attention from the costly’ blundering in the Philippines. Now, however, immense pressure is being brought to bear on the adminis tration from British sources, to per suade McKinley to send troops into China. It is being put lip to him that it is a part of his “understanding” with Great Britain that he shall help her out in her troubles. The fact is that Great Britain cannot spare troops from the Transvaal to go into China. The Boers are still keep ing Lord Roberts very busy. So she hopes to make McKinley her eatspaw with, which to rake her share of the Chinese chestnuts out of the fire. If an election were not pending the administration would hasten to do the bidding of the Briton, but it has finally oeen borne in upon the McKinley ad ministration that the people of this country are disgusted with its pro- British sentiments, so unusual caution is being observed in the Chinese mat ter. The people may just as well under stand first as last, however, that this country has nothing to gain in China, and if it goes into the matter to any extent it may find itself involved in an international war. Trust Prosperity. The republicans are inclined to drop all other issues and ciing to the “pros perity” argument. Even here the facts are not convincing, for the average voter declines to enthuse over trust prosperity. It’s a little too altruistic to ask the farmer and the wage worker to rejoice at being permitted to pay the exorbitant prices exacted by trusts in order that such institutions may boast of the enormous returns on their cap ital invested. However, so far as tlie republicans are concerned it is to be a campaign of imagination. This sort of thing is difficult for the average campaign ora tor, so a republican text book is being prepared under the personal super vision of Mr. O. P. Austin, chief cf the bureau of statistics. He has for months had a high-priced corps of expert sta- I t'Sticians at work to twist and com bine alleged statistics in order to prove I ,?■! c °untry is prosperous. “ e i( Bta Usti c s will be carefully la e ed official” and in a certain sarcas , 1 c seTlse they are. It is entirely true ’ that they were collected at the expense 0 * f govern men t. g-over*n ment clerks <3 them and the matter is sent orth from the government printing of ■>«« nitmillmtmtiiiioi it only shows what a conveniently supple conscience this administration as ’ that it can use every government rt source and spend the people’s money or P ar L’san purposes, to so misrepre* ‘ Sei M fac *s that voters may be be- S"\ e * n to giving it a second term. r ' -Austin’s statistics will be widely quoted by republican orators and handed out to the people as Gospel truth, so it may be as well for them to know in advance the value of Mr. Aus tin s labors. Statistics can be garbled to prove any theory’ that ever was im agined and the republican necessity is so great that much juggling of figures is needed. The voter, how-ever, knows what the facts are in his section and in his own individual case. The republic an statistics are apt to be a boomerang. ADOLPH PATTERSON. NO ESCAPE FROM THE ISSUE. Republican Governors Doing; All In Tlieir Power to Condone Murder. It is no mere conjecture that ex- Gov. Taylor, indicted as accessory to the murder of Gov. Goebel and chosen delegate to the Philadelphia conven tion, has an understanding with Gov. Stone of Pennsylvania. It is no mere inference from the fact that Gov. Mount has given him protection in In diana. Taylor’s friends who are in a posi tion to know, and who see no reason why they should make any’ secret of their knowledge, declare that assur ances have been given that no requisi tion for him will be honored while he is in Pennsylvania. This admission warrants the as sumption that like assurances have been received from the republican gov ernor of Ohio, since it obviously would be unsafe for Taylor to attempt to pass through Ohio if there was reason to think Gov. Nash would honor a Kentucky requisition. When the republican governors of three states join in sheltering Taylor—• the only states w’here there are repub lican governors in which he has had oc casion to seek shelter—there is no room to doubt that all republican governors would be equally hospitable. And when Taylor is received as an honored member of the republican na tional convention the attitude of the republican party toward the political assassination issue as it is represented in Kentucky cannot be involved in much doubt. Why should the republican govern ors of various states refuse to honor a requisition from the governor of Kentucky for this particular fugitive? Is it because they believe the accused will be denied justice in Kentucky? They have no right to assume any such thing. It is not a political party which demands the surrender of Tay lor. It is the state of Kentucky’. Tay lor has been indicted by a grand jury. He is wanted to stand trial before a court and jury. it is idle to pretend that he cannot get a fair trial before an impartial jury in a state where he was once elected governor and where he claims to have been elected a second time. Rational people will refuse to believe any such thing. But if there is no reason to doubt that the accused would be fairly tried there is no possible excuse for not surrendering him, unless it is the ex cuse that political assassination is justifiable and laudable if it is in the interest of a particular party’. When republican governors refuse to give up Taylor, when the representa tives of the republican party in na tional convention receive him with open arms, they’ indorse political as sassination in a practical way that speaks louder than any platform de liverance. They make political assas sination an issue. They do so deliber ately, and they leave for themselves no door of escape.—Chicago Chronicle. Many republicans of note, and many more not so distinguished, have been compelled to condemn the presi dent’s policy of imperialism and to warn their party of the perilous path upon which it has now entered. The great mass of the American people, there is now good reason to believe, are unmistakably terrified by Air. Mc- Kinley’s repudiaton of American prin ciples. To no American mind is the belief possible that a protest against the policy of imperialism may be voiced with an ( v hope of good re sults within the ranks of the repub lican organization. That party must now’ be fought as the party of em pire. The salvation of the republic depends upon the successful issue of this fight.— St. Louis Republic. Having the poison ot imperial ism in its veins, the mlministration may be willing to go to any extreme to satisfy its lust for territorial ag grandizement. Kepnblican organs are now’ at some pains to explain that tlie functions of the I’iiltecl States in the Chinese complications are sim ply those of a “peacemaker,” and that its efforts will be limited to keeping the rival European powers from fly ing at each other’s throats. Perhaps peace can be made only by partition ing the empire among the land grab bers, aiui' in that event it is not un likely the administration might claim compensation in territory for acting the part of the “honest broker.” —Bal- timore Sun. The democrats will find all the campaign ammunition they need in the action and nonaction of the late session of congress in its assertion of unconstitutional powers, its extrava gance and waste, its green goods anti trust amendment and its refusal to reduce oppressive and needless taxa tion —needless for any other purpose than to create a treasury surplus; for jobbing purposes.—Pittsburgh Post. Only six months ago Senator Hanna declared that Matt Quay would get no help from the administration. Before the campaign is over Quay may be telling a supplicating administra tion that it will get no help from him. The republican party will need all tbe bosses it can get this year. —Los .An • geles Herald. | The Monetary Problem. | MONEY IS VERY SCARCE. Inndeqnncy o£ time Worl,v 8 Supply— All Gold Standard Countries Feel tlie IMxieli. The last number of the Investors’ Review, of England, published bv A. J. Wilson, contains the following' under the caption, “Nemesis:” Perhaps in this age whose faith is that mig-ht is right; that he should take who has the power, and he should keep who can; when materialism, in short, of the grossest kind appears to have taken the place, in the majority of minds, of any higher ideal or fragments of a nobler faith—our attitude may be ascribed to atavism. Be that as it may. we do retain the conviction that evil doers meet with their due reward, even in this world; that if men commit crimes, or lend themselves to the com mittal, they will sutTer for it; ti it in the case of wars, as Lowell sang: If you take a sword and dror it, And go stick a feller thru, Guv’mint ain’t to answer for it, God’ll send the bill to you. We shall not dwell on this personal and individual aspect of the present fratricidal strife pounding and floun dering along in South Africa, because the object of this article is to draw at tention to broader national aspects of the Nemesis of suffering and disaster which is preparing for us as a nation. Let us come down to the sordid things, and interpret fact and the forecasts of these and these alone. Is it not be ginning to be plain to even the least instructed mind that this war is going to bring vengeance upon us even long before it is finished? Look at the posi tion of our money markets and of our stock markets, to come at once to plain, practical issues. Compared with the highest price of last year the deprecia tion on consols alone to-day exceeds £50.000,000. In all other securities of what may be described as the highest investment class the same depreciation has gone on, as the fallowing brief table will indicate. We take the price of dune 30 last as being those of a date when few people really grasped the fact that Mr. Chamberlain, Sir Alfred Milner and Messrs Ilhodes, Beit & Co. were laboring might and main to bring war upon us. “Highest prices,” in most instances, would show a loss much more severe than the £ 43,000,000 exhibited on the 23 stocks selected as examples. “To estimate the gross amount of the loss of nominal capital that a similar depreciation over the entire list of pub lic securities means is a labor beyond the necessity of our argument; but it is certainly not less than £250,000,000’, and is on its way to be twice that, for the end of the decline is not yet in sight, is indeed but beginning. As the months roll by the loss is certain to increase at accelerated speed, and with each step in the decline the embarrassment of our credit market increases.” No reader, we suppose, ever stops to examine the foundations of our mar velous system of credit, to ask himself when he pays away a check what the amount written upon it is composed of. He regards it as so many sovereigns. You draw a check for £IOO, and it is to all practical purposes, as long as honored, a check of 100 sovereigns. As a matter of fact, however, it is only so much banking credit that is thus transferred from one banker's ledger to another, and if the component ele ments of this sum were, to say, chem ically analyzed, it would be found to consist of minute portions of an almost endless variety of securities. Along with a bundle of consols and perhaps Northwestern railway stock or “little Chathams” traces might be found of Le Roi shares, “Associateds.” “Char tereds,” Rand mines. Goldfields, Mata beles, Ashantis, Lipton’s Salt Unions, Ivanlioes, a list that might be indefi nitely extended. In other words, banks in the course of their business have given customers credit more or less well secured upon every description of stock or share dealt in on the public market. The credit thus created is called “money,” and passes from hand to hand through checks and other instru ments of transfer from banker to banker as money. So long as the bor rowers of this credit, at whose instance it has been originated by the banker, are able to pay interest charged against their loans, and to make good the mar gins upon the securities pledged, all goes well; but when the day comes that finds them unable to do either the one or the other, then the banker has to face a loss, and in proportion to the loss the amount of bank-created credit circulating in the market is diminished. An elaborate essay might be written in illustration of the statement con tained in these few sentences, but it is unnecessary just yet. Our immediate object is to point out that the shrink age in the market price— not alone of the miners and bubble industrial or other trading companies whose names we have cited—is having a direct influ ence in curtailing resources of our banking* institutions as a whole. As sume, for the sake of argument, that the total depreciation has reached £300,000,000. and it follows inevitably that no small portion of this has pro duced an unfavorable effect upon bank ing resources. If consols have depre ciated upwards of £ 50£00.000, from the highest price of last year, and upwards of £26,000,000 since the Ist of July last. it follows that whatever amount of consols has been utilized for creating credit is to the extent of this depre ciation less efficient than it was. When consols were at 111 a borrower could obtain perhaps credit to the extent of £K>.) upon each £IOO nominal of the slock lodged. Xow that they are down at par he cannot get more than 95 ad vanced from his banker. It results that in this and similar examples the resources of banks are being curtailed, and with them the money of the mar ket that banks create. From this source arises no small portion of the hardupness now felt in our money maiket. Bankers have less “money” to lend in consequence of the deprecia tion of the securities utilized with them to create credit, and in proportion as their means decrease through falling prices do the difficulties of the market grow. At a point these difficulties must produce somewhere inability to pay, and it is towards an event of tliia kind fj]ilf m oiw cfoodijiimono)>i»oi tnaf we are steadily maremng. “Tlie writer has now been a long time in the city, although not long enough to remember the Black. Friday of ISGG, and it has been his Jot to observe many a sharp twinge in. the credit market, and some severe collapses there; but at no time, not even in tlie months just preceding the troubles of 1890. has the market seemed to him to display more symptoms of approaching trouble than it does to-day.” Since the middle of February employ ers of credit, have been compelled to lean upon the Bank of England almost without interruption. The power to finance new undertakings, to subscribe for fresh loans, and to conduct the ordi nary business of life has been in no small degree withdrawn from the market, ex cept as it obtained assistance from the bank. Each fresh creation of debt, or fresh issue of capital by a public authority or corporation, has served to empha size the market's poverty and embar rassed position, until now we find that great and widely celebrated war loan subscription turning out to be so hol low as almost to represent a hoax on public credulity. Neither this huge loan nor any other colonial or domestic is sue has been taken up by investors, for the good and sufficient reason that in vestors do not possess the free means with which to subscribe, and have been plotting and syndicating and manip ulating to present a show of success so as to avoid open failure. With each in stalment coming due the Khaki loan will reach a lower price, and presently when the government has to confess, as it must very soon, that its estimate of the cost of the war was totally in adequate and misleading, and has in consequence to appeal to the public for further assistance, it may not be able to raise £10,000,000 by offering four per cent, for it. But £ 10,000,000 in another two or three months’ time will probably barely amount to one-fifth of the amount actually required to pay the war bill, and. how is it going to raise all the necessary money without break ing our market in pieces is beyond the wit of ordinary man to comprehend. In these observations we simply give an outline of existing market, dangers and probabilities. As weeks and months pass this outline will have to be filled up in a fashion so melancholy that we forbear to anticipate it; but it may be said now that surely Nemesis has begun to dog the footsteps of those who provoked strife wantonly, and plunged; the country into war on false pretenses' for base and ignoble ends. We are going to be punished for this war—the innocent and the guilty—in a manner the nation has not been called upon to endure since tlie close of the Titanic struggle with the first Na poleon. “Exports of the metal are, as a mat ter of fact, being held back now be catrse —rue gvrvci illlll-Tit is austaimug from meeting its current liabilities. It prefers to hide its head in the sand, al low its debt abroad to roll up. hoping against hope that some ’favorable turn’ in events will enable it to poui money out without hurting the com merce and investment interests of the nation. But debts must be paidnvheth er victories are won or not, and during the next six months the pressure upon the Bank of England for gold to export must become severe. Where are we to draw supplies to meet this pressure? None comes to us from South Africa, little or none from Australia, and none from India.” We can count- only upon help from stocksof the metal already in existence, and there is no one market, except pos sibly New York, that can assist us to any extent worth reckoning upon. “Gold is expected from St. Peters burg, but St. Petersburg is still en deavoring to wrestle with and over come a crisis that is eating into the very vitals of its credit institutions.” If, therefore, the Imperial bank be gins to ship gold that crisis must at once develop, and! assume dangerous proportions in the public eye. “Germany, again, is almost as much in need of gold as we are. New \ork— thanks to its banknotes based on debt, a double debt which amounts to fraud on the industrial and business community, on every citizen —may be able to spare some millions, but only at the exjiense of demoralization of its stock market and probably a danger ous crisis in Wall street.” Thus is it all round/ wherever we look; each market has its own troubles to wrestle with, even France, which promises this year to be the strongest credit c Alter in Europe. We shall con sequently have to depend upon our own resources to meet the advancing crisis and almost on these alone. Because this is so there is no measuring the deadly destructive forces that may de velop in our money market, but as we have sown so must we reap. OVERLAND STOCK WIRE. Supposed Rental to One Chicago House Is .554.H0O —Cable Arbi trage Unsineu*. A large Chinese grain and stock brokerage firm has leased a private telegraph wire from Chicago to San Francisco, says the Inter Ocean. The firm already had a private wire from this city to New York, so that it now controls for its own exclusive use a wire service of 3,>000 miles from ocean to ocean. Some idea of the profits that such a firm must, obtain by means of their private-wire service may be gained by the fact that the 1,000-mile section of wire from this city to New York costs SIB,OOO annu al! v, which would indicate a total for the entire 3,000- miles of about $54,000. Another form of wire service that yields large revenue to tlie ocean cable companies is that which is associated with tlie arbitrage trading, based upon simultaneous varying quotations for the same stocks in this city- and New York and London. The average lime for the round trjp. or for an ar bitrage order to London and the an swer telling of its execution in the market there, is between four and one half and five minutes. There have been messages sent under exceptional conditions in the record time of three and one-half minutes. ANSWERS FOR THE ANXIOUS. Some Sapient Suggestions for the Edi&catloa of Unenlightened Inquirers. Glorian-ca It., of Westport, writes: "I “ ave a young gentleman caller who is &1- try ins to kiss roe. How small I dis suade hi in Y or an ax, Liit as an a.nti-kiss argument there is uotiimg so dis suadine ana at the same time painless as a large -Bermuda onion, says the Baltimore American. Von should, eat one or two or three before the kissing hue flies around “Muiiciau ” of YYaverly, want* to know how to discover whether or not her piano keys are ivory or celluloid.’ Touch them carefully with a lichted match. If they are celluloid you should then call the fire department. tt “Housewife.” of Roland Park, asks: “How can I keep roaches out of lard?” Place the butter near by. They prefer it. ' - u Cy of liighlanatown, says: “My hair brush show* a good many falling hairs every day. llow can I stop them?” boak the brush in glue over night. •Rube:” It certainly was inhospitable of your friend, whom you were visiting, to re fuse to allow you to use hi* tooth brush. However, we should cultivate a sweetness of disposition which will enable us to over look such trait* in others. “Worried," of Catonsville: The quickest way to remove indelible ink from a carpet ts to pour muriatic acid on the spot. Any carpenter can mend the hole it will make in the floor. # THE REAL STORY. How llr. Shakespeare's Poetic Li cense Pnt ft Twist in Julius Caesar. Col. Julius Caesar, Maj. Brutus and Capt. Marc Anthony were sitting in Sextus Booz ems case one evening, discussing alfairs of the Sixth ward, when a portly individual dropped a sesterce into the slot machine and strained the outfit to find his weight, relates the Baltimore American. After he had gone Col. Caesar remarked: “I like these fat guys. They can’t get around fast enough to do any assassinating.” “bo do I like them,” said Brutus. “A fat man is a good fellow to go swimming with.” “Well, said Marc, "I’m interested in a toga factory down here on the Appian Way, and, of course, we would rather sell togas to the fat men than to the skinny ones.” “I like ’em,” interrupted Sextus Boozem, who was wiping off the table with the skirt of his toga. “I like ’em, because they hold more than the other kind.” Os course, when Shakespeare dramatized the story he took liberties with it, just as dramatists do to this day. The Foolish Maiden. “What is love?” asked the Maiden. The Misanthrope replied: “Love is the most dangerous form of in sanity, teaching its victim to disregard the first law of nature —self-preservation.” “What is love?” asked the Maiden, turn ing to the Child, which replied: “Love is that which leads my parents to bring me thing* home, and the regard I have for them on such occasions.” “What is love?” asked the Maiden once more, this’ time of another Maiden of many years. “It is,” said she, “an unsatisfied longing for something you cannot get." So the Maiden sighed and went into a convent. Foolish maid! Ilad she asked me, I would have given her a few ideas on the subject. —Harper’s Bazar. World to Eod Thi* Year. 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