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6 186)2 THANKSGIVING. Oh, prive thanks unto the Lord, for h® is good; For his mercy endureth forever. Enter his gates with thanksgiving and into his courts with praise. Be thankful unto him, and bless his holy name. 1 will give thanks unto the Lord with my whole heart. In the council of the upright and in the oon gregat ion. Thou crownest the year with thy goodness. And thy paths drop fftfness. 3 r-sll offer to thee the sacrifice of thanksgiving. And wili call upon the name of the Lord. * c ill pay my vows unto the Lord; ’’ca, in the presence of all his people; in the courts of the Lord’s house; m the midst of thee, O Jerusalem. Thou shalt eat the labor of thy hands; Happy shalt thou be, and it shall be well with thee. Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine in the in nermost parts of thy house; Thy children like olive plants about thy table. Thou shalt see the good of Jerusalem all the days of thy life; Yea, thou shalt see thy children’s children. The eyes of all wait upon thee; And thou givest them their meat in due season. Thou openest thy hand; And satisfiest the desire of every living thing. Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem; Praise thy (lod, O Zion. For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates, He hath blessed thy children within thee; He maketh peace in thy borders; He fllleth thee with the finest of the wheat. Go your way, eat the fat and drink the sweet, and send portions unto him for whom nothing is prepared; for this day is wholy unto the Lord: neither be ye grieved, for the joy of the Lord is your strength. Let the people praise thee, O Lord; let all the people praise thee. TWO THANKSGIVINGS “We must be early at church today, Aunt Charlotte,” said Dorothy. “I have promised to play the organ, and I would not be late for anything.” “What a beautiful Thanksgiving day it is!” she continued, when she had left the table and put back the curtain from the window. “How fine the sleighing will bet” As she spoke, a jingling of bells was heard without, and a sleigh glided rap idly across the white lawn. “It is Bert Darricote, auntie,” said Dorothy, looking out at the handsome young man, who sprang out of the sleigh at the steps. “I have come to take you to church, Dorothy,” called out Bert to her as she threw up the sash, letting in the crisp air, which blew her fair curls in sweet confusion about her fair, pretty face. “I know you would not for worlds miss the opportunity to exhibit your skill at manipulating the ivories today,” the young man continued, as he came and stood under the window and looked up into the bright face above him. “I am so very glad you came, Bert,” said Aunt Charlotte coming up behind Dorothy. “This child has been hurry ing me all morning, and a housekeeper must needs look well to the ways of her household, particularly when her pastor and his wife are to take dinner with her.” “Just wait a moment, Bert,” said Dor othy, “and I shall be ready. Do not keep auntie standing here talking to you, though. She is all impatience to explore the mysteries of cellar and closet to see if perchance she can discover some del icacy to tickle the palate of Brother Mallory today.” She looked very beautiful to the young man when she came down to him. “Isn’t the road fine, and isn’t the air crisp, and doesn’t Selinf travel well to day, Bert?” asked Dorothy loquaciously ■when they were seated in the sleigh and were skimming over the smooth, hard packed snow. “What makes you so quiet, Bert?” she asked, astonished at the happy fellow’s unwonted silence. “Perhaps it is because I have so much to tell you, and I hardly know where to begin,” answered Bert solemnly. “Do you know, Dorothy, I am twenty one years old tomorrow?” “Twenty-one? Yes, you are, and lam eighteen. And.yet—how short a time it seems since we were little children; since wo used to go coasting down Dob son’s hill. Do you remember the time, Bert, when Tom Arnold asked me to try one trip down on his sled and the thing came all to pieces and I went tumbling down and sprained my ankle? Oh, how furious you did get! Don’t you know? You pummeled Tom’s big head till you split your gloves and your knuckles, too, I believe, for they looked very red when you were dragging me home.” “Do you remember all that?” said Bert. “I thought you must have for gotten it from the way you were smiling at Arnold the other night at choir prac tice.” “Why, Bert, how could he help the •led’s coming to pieces?” asked Dorothy laughingly. “I see you are as unreason able as ever.” “Well, it’s a man’s business to take care of a woman, even in little things, and when a fellow’s even indirectly the cause of a girl’s coming to grief in any way I think he deserves to be demol ished,” said Bert unreasonably. “But this is not what I wanted to say, Doro thy. As I told you, I am twenty-one now, and father has given me the junior partnership in the bank, and—and—you know how I love you—how I have al ways loved you, dear, and I want you to be my wife.” The young fellow wound up abruptly, hastily, looking lovingly into the sweet face beside him. The sleigh sped smoothly on, the horses’ feet resounding upon the bridge they were just crossing. “Won’t you speak to me, Dorothy?” Bert said, almost pleadingly. “You must know that I love you, and now I am able to take care of you, dear, if you will only trust yourself to me, no harm shall” Bump! The runners of the sleigh t struck a board at the end of the bridge, there was a cracking, a creaking, the horse bounded forward and Bert and Dorothy tumbled over into the drift beyond the bridge. “Are you hurt?” said Bert, scrambling to his feet, and extricating himself and Dorothy from the mass of rugs and soft snow. “Not in the least,” she replied, “but how are we to get to church? Who will play the organ?” “Can I help you out of your difficul ties?” called a cherry voice behind them, and big Tom Arnold came up in his handsome sleigh. “Ob Tom/’ said Dorothy, “I am so giad to see you! I must he in church.in PEOPLE’S PARTY PAPER, ATLANTA, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 25, 1892 time io tiie-orga. wraay, ana see w"iat ; ulell'TKT' “Well, get in, both of you,” said Tom, arranging his rugs and holding out hia hand to Dorothy. “Just fasten up Selim’s traces, Bert, and hitch him be hind. He will lead, won’t he?” “Thanks!” said Bert stiffly. “I can take care of myself; you had best not waste any more time, since Miss Daly must hurry.” Dorothy looked at him mutely from her seat in the sleigh; Arnold smiled beneath his fierce mustache, cracked his whip, and the horses sped forward, leaving Bert standing flushed and angry in the middle of the road. It was a very silent, gloomy ride, after all, that Dorothy had. Tom saw her distress, and like the good fellow that he was said nothing to her. Her hands ■were trembling and her eyes were full of tears when he helped her out at church. She struck the first few chords doubt fully, but when the voices pealed forth clear and sweet the organ tones grew firmer and fuller. During the sermon Dorothy did not take her eyes off the door, but Bert never came. It was a very demure, a very sad hearted little maiden who went back home with Aunt Charlotte in the big old sleigh. When they reached the bridge, and she saw the overturned sleigh by the roadside; when she thought of Bert standing angry and alone, his sweet, earnest appeal to her still unanswered, her heart grew very heavy. “But surely he will come,” she kept saying to herself; but when the day was gone and she knelt down by her bedside, with the Thanksgiving hymns still ring ing in her ears, there were tears in her eyes and sadness in her heart. That was one Thanksgiving, and, oh, how sad a one! There were dreary days of hoping, of waiting, of disappointment to Dorothy before another came. She had known Bert Darricote all her life, and it seemed to her she had always loved him. His bright, quick boyishness, his innate man liness, his very faults even were dear to her. “If I could only see him,” she said, as the weeks passed by and he came not; “no matter where I should meet him I would go up to him and give him his answer. I would tell him I loved him.” Women are not very reasonable crea tures in matters pertaining to love. To her love means sacrifice, and her pleas ure is to take the faults of the loved one upon herself. If Dorothy saw Bert at all it was only occasionally and at a distance. The first time she saw him was at church, and he had only lifted his head coldly. His heart was very heavy during the days and weeks and months after ho parted from Dorothy with the words of love upon his lips, but he was young and foolish and proud, and had let a silly jealousy blind his eyes. The season of heartache was good for both of the young things. It softened, it strengthed them. They both felt themselves growing—felt their feelings intensifying. “How like to last Thanksgiving today is, Dorothy!” said Aunt Charlotte, as they took their seats in the sleigh. “Please God it will not be so sad a one,” said Dorothy to herself. “Are you afraid to trust yourself in this old sleigh with me?” she continued to her aunt. “Oh, no,” said Aunt Charlotte. “It seems safe enough.” The tramping of the horses’ feet kept time to Doro 4 hy’s thoughts. She glanced at the tall stump upon the hillock just before they reached the little river. Yes, it looked lonely, desolate, like a white robed ghost—just as it had looked a year ago when she and Bert had sped by. The horses’ hoofs beat a mournful strum strum upon the bridge, the sleigh glided rapidly down the last steep de cline, the left runner struck a projecting snag, and before they had time to think Dorothy and Aunt Charlotte w’ere strug gling to extricate themselves from the overturned vehicle in the soft snow. A jingling of bells was heard behind them, and before Dorothy could realize it Bert Darricote was bending over her. “Are you hurt, dear?” he asked very gently. “Oh, Bert,” she said joyfully, taking his hand and rising to her feet. The young man looked a moment in silence upon the sweet, young face up turned to his. “See where we are, Dorothy! Just here, a year ago today, I asked you to be my wife,” he said. “Will you give me an answer now’?” “Y r es, Bert,” was all she answered, but it was enough for him. —Patience Oriel. Remember the Day. The feast at last. The grace is said. And up bobs every eager head, And bright eyes, like some greedy power. Go seeking what they may devour. The turkey at the feast is lost; The chickens get their drumsticks crossed. And empty plates, just filled with pies, The good wife marks with smiling eyes. Perhaps this day in years to come Kay find them wanderers far from home, And with joy hunting memories cheer The shadows of that changeful year. —New Orleans Times-Democrat. The Day of Memories and Hopes. At the recurrence of the home anni versary we pause, take up the scattered threads and weave them into a golden tissue of memory. Today we may think over the past—today indulge, if we wish, in roseate anticipations for the fu ture. The home anniversary lays upon us its gently arresting hand, and our hearts are full. The British "colony of New Zealand, east of Australia, has conferred the bal lot on women. It is in New Zealand that co-operative farming has begun to make progress. The electric searchlight to be used in Jackson park at the Chicago fair will have an illumination of 100,000,000 can dle power. The carbons in the radiator are twelve inches long. George William Curtis created the Easy Chair department in Harper’s Magazine as far back as 1858. He con tinued it till his death. Then the Har per’s dropped the department, for the Easy Chair had become empty forever. There are nearly a "billion dollars of paper money of various kinds in circu lation at present in the United States. Os this amount there are $826,000,000 silver certificates, $116,000,000 coin notes under the law of July, 1890; $172,000,000 national bank notes, and still $346,000,- 000 in old tandar .notes. A THANKSGIVING HUNT. How th® Mighty Nlmrods Fared —Dinner in the Forest. In a broad and general way hunting parties may be divided into two great classes—those that people hear about and those they do not. The writer has in mind a hunting party of the second class —that which appears not on the written page, nor is found in the mouths of men. It went for big game, and got but little of it. It •went out with plenty of wagon room in which to bring back venison, deer and antelope to tickle the stay at homes’ palates, and returned, the wagon space still unoccupied and carrying no load but that of solid, soggy, destroyed hopes. Yet the party was successful — in away. There were days—a week of days— that the party walked or rode over the hill and plain without getting a shot at anything. The members became dis trustful of each other and cast glances that plainly asked, “Who is the Jonah of this trip?” For they were hunters by instinct and training—not of little feath ered birds, but of game that it takes brains as well as powder and lead to reach. They knew the haunts of the game that they wanted—deer and ante lope—but they were perpetually to wind ward, and game fled the country before them. After a week of disappointment, of muscles aching with unrewarded toil, of a steady bread and bacon diet oppos ing a rising appetite, desperation took the upper hand. “I’m getting pretty sick of bacon,” said one. “It looks like that is all we’ll get,” said another. It was at this juncture that the party happened on a small bunch of wild cattle. It was the first meat on the hoof with which their eyes had been blessed. It was an exciting moment, and the leader of the party rapturously brought his rifle to his shoulder and shot down a yearling heifer. “A deer at last! Look at the antlers!” he yelled, capering gleefully about. “You are mistaken; it’s a cow,” said a more conservative member. The leader looked doubtfully at his prize and shook his head. “I admit that appearances are against me,” said he. “But—so excited—hadn’t shot a gun for so long—sick of bacon—no, no; you’re mistaken. It is deer meat.” So this lawless, reckless party took a hind quarter and journeyed on. The next day a deer was actually seen and killed. Hope revived, and the party es timated the probable result of the trip, with a large balance on the credit side. The third day from the opening of the season the route led through a beautiful oak country. Underbrush there was in plenty, and the enthusiastic leader of the party looked wisely about as he observed to another, “Should think we ought to run across some mast hogs in here.” Strangely enough, at that moment a sedate old black and white sow hove in sight, with her progeny trailing at her heels. With a porker’s usual disregard of consequences she was moving straight against the face of providence. The leader’s gun was ready, and in a mo ment the choicest of the litter was a victim of maternal imprudence. The mother galloped away with no apparent regret, and i'he brothers, and sisters of the deceased went galloping after. That night—Thanksgiving eve—the party camped in a sheltered canyon. There was a spring of clear water in which water cresses grew. There was grass in plenty for the mules. There was wood for a roaring campfire. Who so happy, so well contented, as the hunt ers as they sat about the blaze, pulling contentedly at their pipes and thinking of the grand and varied feast they would have on the morrow? There were bacon, pork, beef and venison; there were onions, potatoes and canned tomatoes, flour, salt, pepper, baking powder. The next day these should be combined in the most appetizing form. A stew with dumplings! The choicest of meats, roast or boiled! In their mind’s eye they beheld them selves fattening upon the good things that their rifles had procured or their forethought had provided. Twenty-four hours later this was an accomplished fact. There was nothing left to eat. But the fire burned gayly and the pipes smoked as pipes should. Complacency and lethargy possessed the party. “I don’t feel as though I’d ever move again,” said the recumbent leader. “Mebbe it’s just as well if you don’t,” said a strange voice, and the strange owner of it stepped out into the fire light. He had a mean looking gun in his hands, and the muzzle pointed group ward. “I just brought a few friends along to help you keep Thanksgiving,” he con tinued, and under the spell of his words —or gun—the party remained statu esquely motionless. “I kinder thought you would like to pay for that shot© of mine you killed yesterday?” he inquired. “And at the same time I’ll collect for that heifer,” said another stranger, ad vancing from the opposite direction. The party fancied itself surrounded. Then the conservative member spoke. “Yes, certainly, gentlemen; name your price. We shall be glad to pay it.” “That saves us all a heap of trouble,” remarked the visitors with peculiar em phasis as they took what money they wanted and rode away with it. They left behind nothing but a spirit of unrest—a longing to quit the country— strangely at variance with the peaceful content of a few minutes before. It was voiced by the leader, that eccentric genius who had slain both heifer and shote. “Boys,” said he, “let’s go home. Let’s start tomorrow. This hunters’ life is too exciting; there’s heart disease in my family. Let’s go home and calm down.” So the next day the party started homeward. —New York Times. “I had the honor to be born in a most remarkable ye4r,” says Dr. Oliver Wen dell Holmes; “the same year with four of the greatest men this generation has known—Tennyson, Gladstone, Darwin and Lincoln.” But of these famous men (three Englishmen and two Americans) only two are left—Gladstone and Dr. Holmes. Dr. Holmes celebrated his eighty-third birthday Aug. 29. Glad stone’s eighty-third birthday comeson Dec. 1 The Election. National Watchman. The results of the election are not only a surprise but furnish many causes for serious reflection. By this election the future economic poli cy of the nation will be changed, and a once powerful political party has been absolutely destroyed. There is no disguising the fact that the Republi can party has suffered a defeat from which it can never rally. This crushing defeat should not be con sidered as an indorsement of Demo cratic principles, but rather as a re buke to Republican neglect of the people’s wants. Mr. Cleveland was elected in 1884 simply as a protest against Republi can mal-administration, and with little if any regard for party doc trines. Mr. Cleveland was turned down and Mr. Harrison elected in 1888 for precisely the same reason, since he had failed to better the con dition of the people. Mr. Harrison and his party have trifled with the condition of the country, and as a result have just met their Waterloo. Unless Mr. Cleveland has learned wisdom and profits by these examples, his party, likewise, will meet with a similar fate in 1896. The outcome of this election is not an indorsement of Democratic doctrines, but a plain, unmistakable disclosure of the un easiness and discontent among the people, and is a warning to all politi cal parties that the distress and un favorable conditions which obtain in every section of the country cannot be ignored with impunity. The coming four years will be a crucial period in the life of this nation, and may well fill the most hopeful with gloomy forebodings. A change in tariff taxation, to which Mr. Cleve land and his party are so strongly pledged, will, as the national expen ses now stand, necessitate other methods of taxation. What will they be and how will they affect the business interests of the country, are questions that call for a higher class of statesmanship than the present Congress or the campaign has de veloped. Again, the demand for more cur rency is imperative and acknowledg ed almost universally. When and how is this to be supplied are also matters that must be considered and acted upon at once. So far the Democratic party has neither dis closed a plan nor brought forward men capable of handling the subject. It is really a party without states men, without a fixed policy, and is divided into hostile factions upon all the great questions it is compelled to meet successfuly or be driven from power at the next election. The bitterness engendered by the campaign, the extravagant promises made, the high hopes and great ex pectations raised among the people, all seem to point to a thorny path for the incoming administration. As to the final disposition of the Republican paity there is room for much speculation. Naturally, yet not imperceptibly, a square contest has developed inside the party be tween the West and the East, both as to men and measures, which has destroyed both its solidity and union of action, if not of purpose. It was with the greatest difficulty that the last national convention avoided trouble, even with its misleading and meaningless phrases and propositions. But with this recent disaster and each faction charging the cause to the other, the breach becomes so complete as to preclude the possi bility of its being bridged over. Taken altogether it is quite safe to predict that the next Presidential campaign will be a struggle between the East and the South and West. The election of Cleveland will doubt less precipitate just such a contest at that date. When the smoke of the recent political battle has cleared away, the people will realize more fully than ever before the unwisdom of their action and clamor loudly for relief. This first year of the new ad ministration unless an extra session of Congress is called will be spent in filling offices. At least six or eight months of the second year will be consumed by Congress in matters of legislation, the Effect of which cannot be felt to any appreciable extent before the next congressional election. In the meantime the distress among the people will continue, and the already uneasy feeling among business men will be aggravated by the disturb ing influences which always follow a change of administration. Such con ditions will dispel all topes, banish all expectations, and again fill the people with a desire for a change. That such a situation is more than probable the history of tue past few years will fully sustain. In this event, the most natural course would be a union of the independent ele ment in the South and West against the element in the East, which is cer tain to dominate and control the policy of Mr. Cleveland’s administra tion. When once such action is taken the destruction of the Repub lican party is complete and a party of the people, composed of the better elements of both old parties, led by the present reform movement, will be the result. Such a termination would be both logical and in perfect keep ing with the trend of public senti ment. WhAt Does It Mean I Hinesville Gazette. What means the victory achieved by the Democratic party all over the country in the late election ? It simply means that the great mass of the people have awakened to a sense of the deplorable condition into wnich labor has fallen by the iniquit ous laws passed by Congress for the building up a moneyed class at the expense of the bone and sinew of the country. The Democratic masses have made the same old mistake, that a change of masters would bring re lief, notwithstanding the fact that the leaders of the two prominent old par ties agree in the main to sustain the laws that have built the arch that plutocracy has erected over the rights of the people. As Chairman Taubeneck says, they have simply jumped from one fire to encounter another. The masses have been quiet so long under oppressive laws that the leaders of both old parties have ceased to care for the rights of the people, and have been lavishing all their care upon their own precious selves. It appears from present indica tions that the Democrats will now have a chance to do something for the people. They will not be satis fied with a little tampering with the tariff laws. The iniquity of 1873 must be wiped out and the national bank system must be abolished and the people relieved by an abundant currency, and the railroad barons must be dethroned or ’92 will see another shaking up of the old fossib parties. We can see no hope for any per manent reform under the leadership of Cleveland, for he is pledged against the changes that will truly relieve the masses against the aggres sion of accumulated wealth. Verified. Winnemucca, Nev., Silver State. A month ago the Silver State gave notice that Wall street and the other money powers had become alarmed at the popular upheaval for the Peo ple’s party and had determined to drop Harrison in order to make Cleveland’s election certain if possi ble ; that they had concluded that it had become dangerous to let these two parties keep up a fight between themselves simply for the offices while thousands were flocking to the Populists; that Harrison would be kept in the field to carry these States where Cleveland had no show, but in the other States Cleveland was to be shoved to the front and Harrison sac rificed : that in conformity with this plan $500,000 were sent to Georgia and large sums to Arkansas and Ala bama to hold the South solid in the State elections for the moral effect it would have in November. Our in formation has been verified. It is evident that by an understanding be tween the goldbugs and bondholders and the manipulators of the Republi can party, the herders of blocks of fives, tens and twenties were in structed to herd them into the Cleve land camp on election day in the States between the Mississippi river and the Allegheny mountains north of the Ohio river. There was a general desire on the part of the blue-bellied Republicans to see Cleveland elected rather than the success of the Peo ple’s party, and a desire on the part of the black-striped Democrats to see Harrison elected rather than Weaver. This desire was openly expressed in this State by both parties and it seems to have prevailed in an equal degree east of the Mississippi. It was anything to beat Weaver and silver. The People’s party never expected to do more in this election than to hold the balance of power in the electoral college and thereby defeat both Harrison and Cleveland and name the next President and thereby secure free coinage of silver. If the Republican bosses had not sold out their party in the interest of Cleve land and Wall street the People’s party would have accomplished its object. But when they threw Ohio, Indiana, Illinois and Wisconsin to the Democrats, the forty or forty-five votes for Weaver are powerless to defeat the goldbugs in this contest. The Weaver States, however, are monuments of true manhood and vigorous American policy, around which the people will rally in the future for free coinage, for more money and less misery. I'he news this morning still fur ther confirms our information of a month ago. Harrison charges his national committee with treachery, and the press dispatches intimate that a public exposure of the inner workings of the committee will be made. It was feared by the silver men that the Harrison electors would vote for Cleveland in case there should be no election by the people at the polls, but they were not pre pared to believe that the Republi cans would fuse with the Democrats in so many Republican States and give the election to Cleveland. We must admit that Wall street and the Republican managers outgeneraled the friends of silver by practically pulling Harrison out of the fight on the day of election. If the Republi cans had stood up to the rack for Harrison in Ohio, Indiana, Illinois and Wisconsin, confessedly Republi can States, the People’s party would hold the balance of power in the electoral college. But the “ghosts” haunted them by day and by night, and the 70 cent dollar put them in the comatose state of “innocuous desuetude,” and they were herded into the free. wool sheep fold by thousands without knowing where they were being driven to. The result of the election has eliminated all side issues out of American politics. The great vital and living issue of free coinage and more money upon the one side, the gold standard and continued con traction of the currency upon the other, will be the great question be tween the two remaining national parties, the People’s party and the Democratic party. On with the dance, ness piß The sfl polled M Ji " - - ■ ! ISe nopi [y 1 arty becaJJ h'Jl ro-e.i<,n, wllrll iiTp«| a ve:\- small proportion of W monopolies and of the mil™| enriched by them owe anythinJß the tariff or would be affected bynJ abolition. We do not say this because we justify the tariff, but because wa wish to awaken our readers to the absurdity of the notion that the man who stops at free trade can reaaon ably claim to be an anti-monopolist or an intelligent or honest opponent of plutocracy. Let us look at a few of our groups of plutocrats and seo what the tariff has to do with them. Dr. Lyman Allen in the current Cali, fornian Illustrated Magazine writes fe upon “Millionaires,” and his state ments, based as they will be seen to be, upon facts known to all, furnish material for our purpose. He says: “By far the larger number of great millionaires, and especially those whose fortunes have been acquired during the last three decades, are men who have made their money mainly in constructing, capitalizing, managing and consolidating railway lines. Perhaps one half of the total acquisitions of the notably great for tunes in that time have been made in that way. The list of this class of millionaires would include Cornelius Vanderbilt, William K. Vanderbilt, Jay Gould, Leland Stanford, John 1., Blair, Collis P. Huntington, G. B, Roberts, F. W. Vanderbilt, Russel Sage, Calvin S. Brice, Charles Mr McGhee, Chauncy M. Depew, Ches ter W. Chapin, John H. Inman, Samuel Sloan, Samuel Thomas, Tim* othy Hopkins, Frederick L. Ames, James I. Hill, Erastus Corning, Aus tin Corbin and J. Rogers Maxwell, and the estates of Charles Crocker, Thomas A. Scott, J. W. Garrett, Moses Taylor, Mark Hopkins, Na* thanel Thayer, E. F. Drake, William L. Scott, William Shaw, H. F. Clark and Sidney Dillon.” Dr. Allen adds what everybody knows, also, that— “ The most notable group of mil lionaires next to the railway man agers is composed of the Standard Oil men, including Mr. John D. Rockefeller, William Rockefeller, H. M. Flagler, O. H. Payne, John H. Flagler, Oliver B. Jennings and the estate of Charles Pratt.” Next to these come the million aires enriched by unearned incre ment on real estate, of which the Astors are the leading representa tives of a host. ? Then come the telegraph, tele phone and express company, *be flour and dressed beef We do not question the inequitable effects of a protective tariff, nor that there is a considerable class of men enriched by its unjust operation, but these are mere flea-bites compared with the plutocratic leeches whose grip on the country has nothing to do with the tariff, and would not be in the slightest degree loosened by its abolition. Os all horned cattle, deliver us chiefly from hypocrites; and of all hypocrites, the man wno, stopping at free trade, pretends to be opposed to monopoly and plutocracy, is just at present the most offensive. The Central Californian (Fresco) accepts the Democratic party as th< lesser of two evils: And the victors ? Is their victory a blessing ? Hardly; or at best, a negative one. Much, of de pends on the conduct of the Demo cratic party. They have now the grandest opportunity ever presented to a party. They have both the power and the opportunity to remove the cancer destroying our free insti tutions. They can restore silver td its rights; they can curb the greed of capital and limit the power of cor porations. They can restrict the scope of judicial power to its propel limits, and throttle the vicious lobbj of Congress, until the black soul flies to Hades, where it belongs. It can purchase the highways of the nation for the nation, or build new ones. It can construct the Nicara gua canal in the interest of thp world, but under the perfect control of our government. We say it can do these things, but will it do them ? To judge by its past, it will not, but if it don’t, wo unto it'. It will be snowed under deeper than the Re publican party is now. The People of the nation have given it a new lease, but it should not forget that this grant was coupled with a pro test, a protest, silent, but profound, like the fathomless ocean, so calm and placid in times of peace, but ter rible when roused to fury. Let the Democratic party forget it, and its doom is sealed. In 1836 Andrew Jackson took the surplus in the United States, s36j« 000,000, and distributed it amongsj the people, and gave the national banking system almost a death bloty» But in 1888 Grover Cleveland took the surplus of more than $61,000,000 from the United States treasury and deposited it in the national banka without charging the banks any in terest. Andrew Jackson was the founder of Democracy. What rela tion dees Grover Cleveland bear to it?