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A Chance to Make Money. ■ ir f«, <&d/% /? gy we will ship this perfect cooking tut wIViOO store and all the necessary ware I Ivv rvF~J.fc.i3 Made of very best materiaL We buy tn large quantities when Sue x,- wgs-1- st manufacturers need monev. therefore sell cheap ?A.Tt*A Dealers W ould Charge You sl7 for This Stove. 4. His double corers, sectional Toag centers, cut top. back shelf, out * ,d « °™> shelf- Fire back warranted 10 years. With reservoir for $13.95. Send us fld® by P. (X or express money order and we wll. send to you by freight, understanding that *- If not Perfectly Satisfactory you ar® to return to us and We will Refund Your Money. As to our reliability we refer yon to anybody is Sarannr.h Send today. Cheaper stoves from K-LcLAXCJf Jt CO.. 113 Whittaker St..;Savannah. Ga. _ —to—- - —mm_—... -.-- - $ Ho 'n Seekers’ Rates <> k . 15th, Nov. Sth and 19th To Points In ( \ ARKANSAS, MISSOURI, INDIAN AND OKLAHOMA TERRITORIES > / J. N. CORNATZAR. Oen’l Agt. Pass. Depr . Atlanta. Ga. S family of T c Of course everv little girl lores a f < '•.■<>72* bed. hot iuw she would HSB KSXk RM ETE3 be-.th a whole family of Doll* with KT Hi « M BZT * hich to -piayheu-e." Beside* the fS® KSs* fc* 38 >' **>4 Gul IXU* here tactured. LJ Hl W KLna there is a Grandpa and a uraadma “ “ »-**-» Swaaii dM IS>3. Grandpa ir. full military uniforAi. and Grandma in the dainty J 1. 41 q ccetume of the olden time. The large dotls are nearly two teel high, K ifj the sraall ones 15 inches. They hare ro»ycheekx Iwaatiful hair, heads 'dt Iwr tj-ju will not break, eyes that will not fall in, and are handsomely I w drwsed in bright cx lor* that w>H not fade. Word, can never express I ■ the delight whx-h any chi id will feel in po—ewSngthis boil family. We a I M will pre these four beautiful dolla aheoiutely frw for eeihng only dve i lit boxes of ocr laaativ. Stomarh Tablet* at f. cents a box. Wnte today I J I ■ Bn " 1 wv® vend the Tablets l-y nu»ii posttaid. When sold send us the monrr.igkXS) and we will send yon the family of four dolis at oace. Aldiwn. nationai msdicime co., Premium Dept. Os K , Haven, Conn. I SNAKE EATER WAS MAD | I AND GOT QUICK REVENGE I What hundreds of missionaries have de voted years of their lives to doing, and numbers of them have never succeeded— that is. converting wild and savage mem bers of the supposedly untamable tribes— has been accomplished by an Atlanta po liceman within two minutes when Bosco. t»«c wonderful wild Australian snake eat er. was converted a savago from the wilds of Britain's most Isolated isle into an American with a control of the English language that cannot be sur passed by anyone, not even a bowery epleler. Since the opening of the Inter state fair. Bosco, the wonderful wild man frem Australia, has been devouring snakes with wonderful rapidity in a small canvass covered den in the midway •where he could be watched with interest by any and everyone who was willing to purchase tickets to this wonderful per formance at the rate of 10 cents each. Thursday night a well known theatri cal manager, and a friend from out of the city, visited the den and began teasing Bosco by .snaking the canvass, throwing small bits of trash at him and calling him names. Bosco stood the gibes of the visitors with patience until his snakes tired of tbo performance and began writh ing and twisting about in their tempora ry home. Bosco, fearing a stampede among the reptiles, brought a sudden end to the teasing by selecting a large king snake and throwing it at the torment ors. ■ The snake coiled around the neck of one )>arty and an arm of the other and in an instant there was a stampede from the •ide show. One called for a mad stone and antidotes, while the other called for a police officer. Patrolman Reed was near and when the matter was explained he made a case of disorderly conduct against Bosco and for the time being the'snakes had a rest. Bosco, when taken to police headquar ters in the fair grounds, suddenly com menced a wonderful transformation scene. First a heavy wig of long black hair was removed and next the red paint covering the face, hands and arms was removed, and what a moment before was Bosco, the snake eater from the wilds of Aus tralia, suddenly became L. C. Hopper, a weli-appearing young American citizen, ohout 25 years old. from New York city. The officers were astonished at the change and a few minutes later Bosco, or Hopper, had received a copy of charges and was ordered to report at recorder’s court. Donning the wig of black hair and painting his face and arms again. Bosco AGENTS WANTED! The Semi-Weekly Jour nal wants good men to act as local agents at their re spective postoffices. A lib eral commission is given and we have many inducements as helps to secure new sub scribers. Write now for in formation and an agent’s out fit returned to his den and began anew the eating of live snakes, while his manager, profiting by the advertisement thus re ceived. gathered a new crop of dimes from the curious. The complainants in the case did not appear at the show again Thursday night. For $1.40 we will send The Semi- Weekly one year and the Five Vaseline Toilet Articles and any one of the premium papers offered with The Semi-Weekly at SI.OO. This Is the greatest offer ever made and you should take advantage of it without delay. someTffectsof" war. Gen. Davis Makes Report on Courts martial. WASHINGTON, Oct. 22.-General George Davis, general advocate general of the army, has submitted to the secretary of war his annual report for the year end ing June 3®, 1901. It shows that during the year there were 6,165 trials by general court martial, being 660 less than during the preceding year. Sixteen were trials of common of ficers of whom ten were convicted. Os the enlisted men tried 4.806 were regulars and 1.167 were volunteers. The report says that the number of men sentenced to dishonor able discharge in the regular army was 1.856, and in the volunteer army 333, mak ing a total of 2.228. Death sentences were imposed by court martial tn six cases of enlisted men, four of the cases being on conviction of deser tion. The death sentences, except in one case, were commuted by the president to dishonorable discharge and imprisonment at hard labor for life in three cases, for seven years in one case, and for five years in another case. The conditions of military commissions during the year show that 980 persons were tried, of which number 729 were con victed and 202 acquitted. The sentences in 49 cases were disapproved. Murder leads in the number of charges before theee commissions, numbering 317. Viola tion of the laws and usages of war fol lows with 157 cases, while the charge of robbery comes next with 106 cases. General Davis says that death sentences were imposed by military commissions in about 242 cases, nearly all were natives of the Philippine islands, on a conviction of more serious crimes, and the sentences were commuted to imprisonment for terms varying from 15 years to life imprison ment. while in a few instances the sen tences were commuted to imprisonment for from five to ten years, and in a few other cases the sentences were disap proved or set aside. LIVESTOCK ON~E)THIBiTION. KANSAS CITY. Oct. 22,-Kansas City’s big annual fancy stock show opened at the stock yards pavilion yesterday with a great array of prixe winning short horns, Herefords and Galloways from various I part* of the country. There arc close to i 1.000 entries and tue show is easily one of I the best ever held in the west. i Among the exhibitors are John S. Parks, | Reno, Nev.; T. W. Ryan and son. Irwin, ; lowa: G. A. Lindsay, Red Cloud. Neb.; , F. W. Wild. Ovid. Mo.; George Kennan, I Richland. Ky.. and W. H. Curtice, Emi ; ner.ee. Ky. It is expected that the show 1 will develop into a society function that will rival the annual horse show which will op»n in convention tonight with over •«0 animal* on exhibit. The second annual show of the American Angora Goat asso ciation wl.t also be in progress during the week. Already several car loads of guats have arrived from New Mexico, Texas, and the southern states. A Wisconsin tnan swallowed a sliver dollar the other day. And now he is a dollar in and a dollar out. THE SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 24, 1901. The Misfit Who Lost His Ticket ■■ i . BY GEORGE ADE. Copyright, 1901, by Robert Howard Russell. Once there was a Social Fizzle nam ed Homer Splivens. He was the damp est Fire-Cracker that ever tried to Pop An a Public Place. His Parents had spent S6OO on him so that he might know how to enter a Ball-Room. At the age of 26 he could not Enter without walking on several Ladies. Among the Town Boys he was re- J JU, ’ n hTTbrtPr , garded aa a hot Patsy, but the Girls looked upon him as a fair-haired Rollo who was too Simple and Bashful to be real Interesting. At a Stag Party he was a James Dandy, but when he found himself in his Merry Make-Up and surrounded by the Elite, he sim mered down and became a mere Chair- Warmer and Coffee-Cooler. Homer was what the Horsemen call a Bad Actor. In the early morning Prac tice he could do a Quarter in 29. but when he had to Pace with a Bunch he struck a foolish Side-Motion and ran into the Fence. When he was among the Fellows he opened up like a Morning-Glory. He told Stories and said Sarcastic Things about Married People he knew r and made up Verses. The Young Men would repeat these Bright Observations to the Girls and tell them how witty and entertaining old ' Slivey was. So the next time Homer showed up, the viva cious little Kittens would form a Semi- Circle in front of him and say, “Oh, Mr. Splivens, do tell us a Story or else make one of your killing Jokes.” Then Homer would flush up and try to swallow his Palate. He would flatten out like a dying Welsh Rabbit and make a few choking Sounds, but there would be nothing doing in the Story Line. After a Painful Pause the Girls would quit him cold. During the remainder of the Evening, Homer would sit back in a dark Corner of the Gentleman's Dressing Room, thinking up the Reply he might have made but did not. In the meantime the Girls would be giving him the Giggle and saying he was the woosiest ever. If they met him late in the Evening each one gave him some Cutting Remark about hav ing a Nice Time. If they had been Men he could have Come Back In grand style, but when any little blue-eyed Elsie ran up and jabbed a Harpoon Into his quivering Bosom, he simply groaned and turned his Face to the Wall. What made it so hitter for Homer was that in his Heart of Hearts he wanted to be a Butterfly. Frequently he would say, “Some Boys can Fly and why can’t I?’’ At many an Evening Party he would conceal himself behind the Bass Violin and watch the frivolous Capers of the Charley Freshes and wonder how they did it. He would listen to the merry Babble and wish that he could butt In and Talk all Evening without having anything to Say. Sometimes he would overhear the Conversation that was causing all the Girls to double up and have Duck Fits. Then the Cold Sweat would gather in large Beads on his Forehead. The Talk was a Cross be tween the innocent Prattle of Child hood and the maniacal Maunderings of the Incurable Ward at Bloomingdale. “Oh.” thought Homer. “If only I could mislay my Mind some evening and get out and deal that kind of pink Persiflage. I would be as Popular as any of these Willing Performers.” Homer fell in Love at long range with a girl named Lucy Livingstone. Lucy was a Prize Pansy who never passed in Algebra, but she was a talker from Conversationville. Homer never told his Love, but let Concealment, like a Green Worm, feed on his essential Or gans. He would compose a Honeyed Speech with which to greet his would be Dulciana, but when he met her at the Corner of Fifth and Main he would lift his Hat with the wrong Hand and K;; X. I i in Ir w I*3 V I gurgle a few words of stereotyped Pif fle and back into a Lamp Post. Oh, but he was a naughty Lover! When it came time for him to go into Action, his Ammunition was always wet. And even when he Fired he never got the Range. He would Loop a few Loops and dodge into a Cigar Store. What made him so Sore was that some Handsome Harry with Vaseline on his Hair and not more than two Ounces of Cerebeelum could saunter up to the Heart’s Idol and tap her on the Back and call her “Luce.” And what was ten times worse, she seemed to like it. He saw himself done up forty ways from the Jack by many a He-Pelican who could not command $' a week in the Open Market. When he met her he addressed her as MiM Livingstone. The other Fellow called her “Sis” and linked Arms with her. Whenever a Rival blocked him off, Homer stood around on one Foot for a while, waiting for an Opening, and then he did a soft-shoe Sneak and swore that he would Forget her. He told himself that he was a Chump for continuing to Worship one who could be pawed over and man handled by anything that wore a Der by Hat. But H. Splivens was Hard Hit. The more he tried to Sponge her Likeness from the Blackboard of his Memory the oftener he thought of her. He yearned to monopolize the Affection which seemed to be On Tap for any one who cared to step up and turn the Spigot. He told himself that Faint Heart never won out Fair Lady. From all he could gather the Society Tid-Bit preferred the Gaily Boy to the one who sat on the other side of the Room and talked about the New Books. Mr. Splivens decided to turn over a New Leaf. He saw that his only Chance was to jump in and make a Bold Play. His telepathic Tactics had not made the slightest Impression on Lucy. The Silent System was no good. “The next time I get a chance to Lead, I will give her a Glad Surprise.” he said to himself. "I will convince the Little Lady that I am not made of Wood. I can be just as Loving as the next one if my Nerve holds out.” So he went to a Dance and there was Lucy, looking very Cute and Co quettish and hemmed in by the usual Gang of Third-Raters. Mr. Splivens was about to Buck the Line and make a hard Tackle, but he suddenly real ised that he was not in Condition. What he needed was a little Dutch Courage. Accordingly he slipped out and stowed away live Santiago Sours, so-called because they leave you wrecked on the Beach. He came back a trifle Squiffy and all Set. Homer was ready to be as Friendly and Fa miliar as any Girl could possibly wish. He laid Hands on the surprised Lucy and led her to the dim Conser •vatory. ‘This is where my Stock takers a Leap of 20 Points,” he said to him self, as he led her to a Rustic Bench beneath a Lemon Tree. He fixed a Burning Gaze on her and carelessly wrapped an Arm about her supple Waist. ‘Old Girl, you are all right,” he said.* With a piercing Shriek, she hurled him among the Cacti and declared that she had been Insulted. “Why do you discriminate against me?” he asked in a hurt Tone. “I always supposed you were a Gen tleman,” she said, freezlngly. “I have been up to date and proba- Bl bly that is why my work Is so Coarse,” ,ie replied. “Was I too Sudden?” , “Wretch!” she exclaimed and swept back into the Ball Room. For three Days after that her Broth er was looking for Mr< Splivens with a Gun. f MORAL: It has to be done in just a certain Way. ■ SAVE TRAYLOR, SPENCER & CO.’S TOBACCO TAGS. The following brands of tobaccos man ufactured by Traylor, Spencer & Co., of Danville, Va.. ‘ Ballot Box.” “Maybelle,” "Plumb Good,” ' High Life,” “Right of Way." “No. 1," "Fob White," "Natural Leaf.” Spence:‘s Special” and "Good Will ” By saving tl •J tags of the above brands (containing the name of Traylor, Spencer & Co.), and sending them direct to The Journal, Atlanta, Ga., you can realize two-thirds of one cent for each tag in subscription to The Semi-Weekly Journal, as follows: 75 tags will pay for six months' subscription to The Semi-Weekly Journal. This amounts to 6 cents per pound on tobaccos containing nine tags to the pound, in payment tor subscription to The Semi-Weekly Journal. Traylor. Spencer & Co.’s tobaccos are sold, direct from factory to best merchants in all southern states. Bundle the tags carefully and send by mall with your name to The Atlanta Journal, Atlanta. Ga. A DISTRESSING dcCUR~RENCE. Death of Horse Marred Sport In Satur day’s Races. The most deplorable accident which has ever happened on an Atlanta track oc curred Saturday afternoon in the third heat of the first race. Neale, a brown horse, which was known by nearly every horseman in the country, had the ten dons of both his front legs to give way as the alleged effect of what is called “nerving.” It was ascertained at once that there was no hope for the horse and calls to shoot the animal where It lay in the home stretch were heard from all sides. The police, however, refused to shoot the horse until they received authority from the owner. This was obtained. Then they said a veterinary surgeon would have to say kill It. Dr. Klnkley, the track veterinarian, said kill, and then a third time they refused to kill it, claiming that the judges’ consent had to be obtain ed. The police still hesitated and the fine, mettlesome race horse walked 100 yards on his ankles before Dr. Hinkley could get a pistol to put the animal out of pain. The bones of the horse’s ankles broke through the skin on this long, staggering walk, and every muscle in his body quiv ered from the intense pain it suffered. Men who have followed the turf for years and who have seen hundreds of ac cidents said that beyond a doubt it was the most dreadful sight they had ever seen. , Another thing in connection with the horse which called forth Indignation from the people was the arresting of Jockey Brewer for begging the policemen to kill the horse. If there Is anything a horseman loves It is his horse, and tears were to be seen In the eyes of Brewer as he repeatedly begged the police to kill the animal he loved. One of the officers arrested the boy for begging that the horse be killed. A charge of drunk and disorderly was made against him. but the bystanders state that he was perfectly sober. Brewer Case is Dismissed. Because officers at the fair grounds would not shoot and kill Neale, a trotting horse that fell and broke both forelegs Saturday afternoon, Robert B. Brewer, a jockey, who has followed races all his life, cried, pleaded, begged and finally cursed the officers and was locked up on the Charge of being drunk and disorderly. The a:rest was made by Patroiman Shep pard. who stated In court yesterday that he did not think Brewer would have acted in a disorderly manner had not the accident occurred. “He cried like a baby, judge,” said the officer "when he learned that the horse was hurt, in fact all of the horsemen around were affected and cried. He didn’t do much and there were no ladies around to hear his curses, so I would like *you to deal with him as easy as possible.” Brewer stated that he had known the animal for years and loved her. “I am a great admirer of dumb ani mals,” stated the jockey, “and hate to see one of them suffer. The officers made the horse walk at least 50 yards on her broken stumps, and this made me mad and I probably said more than I would have had I not been angry and sorry for the horse.” “I don’t blame you for your tears,” stated Acting Recorder Grady. “In fact, I think them commendable, and as I was present and did not hear your cursing It could not have amounted to much, and I will dismiss the case.” CASTOR IA For Infants and Children, Hie Kind You Have Always Bought Bearn the Ilgzxataro of QUAINT SAM HOUSTON. Recollections of Galusha A. Grow, in the Saturday Post. General Sam Houston, of Texas, was the most picturesque figure in the senate during my first years of service at the capitol. Like Benton, he was very fond of young men, and soon came to count me as “one of the boys.” Only those who were youngsters In the forties can realize the interest people felt in Houston in the days when his part In the struggle for the Independence of Texas was still fresh in the public mind. Visitors to the senate chamber Invariably asked to have him pointed out to them, and they were never disappointed In their hero, for he was large of frame, of stately carriage and dignified demeanor and had a lionlike countenance. Always unconventional in dress, he would how and then appear at tne capitol wearing a vast and showy sombrero and a Mexican blanket, a sort of ornamental bed quilt with a slit In the middle, through which the wearer’s head was thrust, leaving the blanket to hang In folds around the body. His principal em ployment In the senate was whittling pine sticks, of which he seemed to have an unlimited supply. It was only at rare in tervals that he broke silence, but when he did speak he always proved himself ca pable of contributing his quota of sound and patriotic advice to the deliberations of the senate. • No passage in Houston’s career was nobler than the heroic stand against dis union which marked its close, while of his kindness of nature and helpfulness to those in distress one could recall stories sufficient to fill a volume. Near Quincy, 111., there was a stretch of country known as the “Indian tract,” to which Houston held title, a fact many of the settlers thereon, a careless pioneer brood, failed to search out. One of them called upon William A. Richardson, long a member of the house from the Quincy district and subsequently a senator from his state, confided to him that he had inadvertently settled upon 160 acres of Houston’s land, and that all he was worm stood in improvements on it. He wanted Richardson to see Houston and make the best terms that he could. Richardson, up on his return to Washington, told Hous ton the story and asked what he would take for a quitclaim deed to the 160 acres. “What sort of a man is this constituent of yours who has blundered upon my land?” asked Houston. “A good, square, honest man,” was the reply. “When I turn him off my land I reckon he and his family will be beggars?” Richardson nodded. “What’s this farm worth now?” asked Houston. “Improvements and all, about $6,000,” was the response. “What was the bare place worth when you fellows went on it?” queried Houston. "About $5 an acre; SBOO in all,” answered Richardson. “Good fellow, this man of yours, Rich ardson?” This after a moment’s thought. “Best In the world.” said Richardson. “Tell him to send me SBOO and I’ll make him a deed.” In due time the SBOO reached Washington in the shape of a New York draft. Rich ardson sought Houston, who, having ex ecuted a deed, took the draft and in dorsed it. “You say this man of yours is a good fellow?” he asked, thoughtfully. “Couldn’t be a better one,” was the em phatic answer. , “Send him back this draft and tell him Sam Houston has changed his mind. What can you buy a good saddle horse for in that country?” He was told that S2OO would do it. “Well, then,” said Houston, “write to your friend and tell him to buy a first class saddle horse, about four years old, and keep him for me. When congress adjourns I will go home with you and ride the horse down to Texas.” Without delay the man in Illinois re ceived back the draft and bought a saddle horse, the best he could find. Just before adjournment Houston sought Richardson. “You say the fellow who’s got my horse is a tiptop good man?” Richardson again declared him one of the best in his dis trict. “Well,” said Houston, with a sigh, V I should have liked first rate to see him and also my horse, but as affairs turn out I must go straight to Texas. When you get home go over and see this man and tell him to sell the horse and do what he pleases with the money. And, by the way, Richardson, I wish youd would write and tell me if it was a good horse or not.” LOVED ARMY~RANKS. SALT LAKE, Utah, Oct. 21,-Grlef over separation from army life, with which he had been associated for forty years and to which he was greatly attached, is be lieved to have been the direct cause of suicide at Fort Douglas of August Lange, ordinance sergeant. Lange was to have been retired within a few days and rather than re-enter civil life he hanged himself in one of the buildings of the fort. Lange was sixty-one years of age. Oi ILa■ ' ■ MJpw L i rH li'HW ! T tl H HMmllii l \ K The prestidigitator has made the lady disappear. Can you And her I FROM THE CAPITAL OF OHIO. • BY JOHN TEMPLE GRAVES. COLUMBUS, 0.. Oct. 17, 1901. A day in the capital of Ohio deepens the Impression of the wonderful hold which the late president had upon the mind and heart of the people of his na tive state. It seemed to me that when a citizen of any other commonwealth came within these borders during the shad owed autumn, he ought to come bear ing in his hand a branch of laurel to twine with the cypress of Ohio’s grief. And when I offered here my own, sim ply and sincerely from the platform of the lyceum, the response that met it was bedewed with tears. Strong men and good women speak of him even now with broken voices and with misty eyes, and give evidence unfeigned that to this people William McKinley was something better than a statesman, something dearer than a president. It is marvelous how many little acts of tactful personal klnuness the presi dent managed to sprinkle through the formal routine of his official life. I have scarcely found a city in which there were not two or three individu als In the quieter walks of living who were bound to him in the memory of the “little things” that are so many times immortal. Take my own experience, if I may be pardoned for presenting it: Under the second Cleveland admin istration Hoke Smith gave my brother a modest position in his department of the interior. "When the Cleveland dy nasty retired, the times were so hard and work, even for skilled experts, so difficult to secure, that I sat down and wrote a frank letter to President Mc- Kinley, stating the circumstances, and asked him if he would not permit my brother to retain his position for a few months, or as long, at least, as the pressure of the spoils system would allow. I had no especial reason to antici pate a favorable reply. I was an avow ed Democrat, and had canvassed New York as a Cleveland speaker In the last campaign. My personal acquaintance ■with the president was slight. I had met him once in Atlanta, and sat next him once as a fellow-speaker at a New England banquet board, and talked wltn him easily over the walnuts and the wine. This was all. But within five days of my letter there came back to me an answer in the president’s own handwriting, say ing: “It gives me pleasure to evidence my very kind regard for you in the as surance i.»at your brother shall re main in the department service not only for a few months, but as long as I may continue in office, and If his effi ciency should justify it, I will see that his compensation is increased.” And I in my desk today the per sonal note which the chief executive sent to the head of the department requesting the transfer and promotion. This story may not seem on paper a very unusual or important one. But there are a few private citizens who could receive such a letter from the president of the United States and for get it. I am not one of these. I am not built that way. And in my quieter way of life I have not forgotten anywhere to be loyal to the .spirit of that letter. On every ly ceum to which I have been bidden since that time I have not failed to pay in earnest words my tribute of re spect and confidence to the character and motives of the statesman and the man. In the south as in the north, through evil and through good report, through the storm of the Porto Ri can tariff, as in the calm approval of his fraternal policies, I have always remembered the “tie of little things” ■which bound me to the man who was, by grace of the people, twice president of the United States, and by the grace of God, a golden-hearted, Christian gentleman. But I started to speak of the Influ ence of Mr. McKinley’s life and char acter upon the people of Columbus and Ohio. For twenty years he had been the most conspicuous personality in the great commonwealth—not always an active figure in politics or a master of the machine—but there has never been a time within these two decades when he was not a central and towering fig ure around which circled great confi dence and greater hopes. For whether as the “Napoleon of protection,” in carnating the high tariff idea of his party or as governor of the state, or as private citizen, there has always been about William McKinley the in definable, intangible quality that seemed to attract and to inspire, and to prophecy instinctively of greater things to come. And I wish to record the distinct be lief that this strong, shining, winning personality has mellowed not only the thought and the character, but has actually impressed itself upon the manners of the people of Ohio. I have been for ten years a yearly visitor to the state. Coming back at long inter vals, I am possibly more observant of changes than a permanent resident. Year after year I have noted the grad ual metamorphosis of the bluff, hearty Buckeye into softer and gentler ways, and I do not think that I am drawing on my imagination to any appreciable extent when I say that, at this time, and under the influence of recent events, the McKinley manner spreads like a mantle of gentleness over the capital city and over the state. There is nothing strained or illogical in this belief. Great men and great characters, as well as great events, unconsciously influence the thought and therefore the manner of those about them. No man can linger for an hour in Philadelphia without feeling that the spirit of William Penn broods above the “City of Brotherly Love.” If you stop a policeman on the streets he will answer you with something of the old Quaker's air of placid kindness. If you ask a pedestrian or a business man for Information, he will go out of his way to give it as cheerfully as the old fellow who stands in a wide hat on a monument above the city hall would have done. And Philadelphia, thanks to William Penn, is the only city of my acquaintance, where a traveler with two valises, passing through a crowded depot will alw-'.ys find soma one to hold back the swinging doors which in New York or Chicago would come banging in his face. We realize the same truth in Geor gia. How under the old order our young men molded the manner of their speech and the methods of their thought after Toombs and Hill; and that, when Henry Grady came, a new of rhetoric, a new style of speech and a new and dashing manner of oonemian type came to take the place of the old regime. It is so everywhere, The people Imi tate those whom they Idealize. They unconsciously modify their manners and their hearts after the example of their highest types. Many a stranger has had kind consideration in Phila delphia because of the human seed sown by William Penn. Many a young vagabond on the streets of Atlanta has had care and a supper as a direct leg acy of the romantic humanity that pulsed in the heart and the wrist of Henry Grady, and there are thousands of people in Ohio whose lives are changed, and whose manners are modified, and whose very counte nances are altered by the unconscious Imitation of the great and noble citi zen who has lived so highly and so gently before his fellow men. It is a pessimistic lie to say that “the evil that men do lives after them while the good is interred with their bones.” Even Shakespearlo genius cannot make it so. The truth is oftener to be found in the reversal of the epi gram. The Influence of the great and good survives as a glorious legacy to the race, and the time will come when the people of Ohio will Illustrate in their lives an& deeds the truth as applicable to their great departed as it is to ours, that "being dead, he yet speaketh.” I see that some one has shied my friend Henry Watterson’s castor into the political ring, or perhaps Henry has done the shying himself. He ought to make the gayest and most picturesque of candidates. His record is one of such delightful incon sistencies that their discussion ought to make a campaign radiant. Henry has been for and against the new Kentucky constitution. He has been against Goebel, and then strongly for Goebel. He has been against Bryan and for Bryan, and then against Bryan again. He has fought free silver and then marched under its banner to de feat. 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