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THE AELI AXCE ANDTHE TARIF1
We bolievo tliat it will be tlie workol
the Farmers Alliauw to settle the great
tariff question. We believe that the re
cent Democratic invasions of the Re
publican «• .ops are due largely to tin
vole of the Alliance, and that the Alli
ance voted almost solidly. Ws 'do not
of course, think the Alliance has, as s.
national organization pledged itself ;to
Tariff Reform, for we don’t believe the
Alliance has thus thrown itself into pol
ltics. Rut we do candidly believe, tha
the Alliance has indirectly caused «
revolution for tariff reform by uniting
the farmers of their own interests, amt
teaching them the ways *f individual
and political economy. There can b.
no doubt that the Alliance has been a
great school for the farmers, and has
elevated them as a class more than any
factor ever brought to hear on their in
terests. it has caused them to study -
with common interest the steps to bi
taken for their future welfare and pros
perity, and in this way the farmers have
been taught the absolute need of tarill
reform. The great tricks of the North
ern Republican politicians have been
gratped; by the'Alliance North and the
promises of the Republican party to be.
lealized in the ^present administration
have fallen short of the expectations oi
sensible men.
The Alliance has done wonders in
this way of teaching lesson of political
economy to the farmers. It has still
more to do. The good work will go on.
All over the Union the eyes of the farm
ers are being opened by the Allfance to
that path up which the Nation must
march to reach the pinnacle of pros
perity and healthy growth, the path oi
the Democracy and Tariff Reform.
"“S
MONTANA IS MAD:
The Macon Telegraph says: The re
publican returning board lias counted
out the Democrats in Montana, but the
dtate will go democratic all the same.
The one-horse politicians in that State
cannot play the game that Zach Chand
ler and John Sherman worked when
•;liey stole the electoral votes of Florida
and Louisiana In 1S7G. The inten
tion to perpetrate a similar outrage is
evident, but the country will never
Stand another trick of the kind, and
t his Montana business seems to be in
the hands of bunglers. Their game will
be defeateu and the Republican party
will have all the odium which attaches
o an election fraud without any frui:
if victory. The New York Telegram „
puts the case in a way which come-
with especial emphasis, as it is uttered
by an independent Northern newspa
per. It says:
“Unless there should be some reme
dy found in the courts, the republican
steal of Montana's legislature is now
complete, and the new state will enter
tiie sisterhood with a bar sinister as in
delible as stands across the title of R.
B. Hayes as President of the United
States. There is no difference which
plain people can see. Hayes was count
ed in on the lying; - affidavits of profes
sional ballot-box thieves, paid for out
of the captured federal cash box, while
Montana’s legislature is won in precise
ly the same way. In Louisiana whole
parishes were thrown out. by the infa
mous returning board because one man
took oath that he had been bull-dozed.
Hundreds and thousands of honest men
disfranchised on the lying affidavit of a
single scoundrel. In Montana a whole
precinct is thr »wn out, not because
anyone swears that he was defrauded or
bulldozed, or robbed of his rights, but
solely on a trifling technicality which
the State laws explicitly says shall not
operate to nullify a ballot.”
The Augusta Evening News says:
“The religious editor of the Louis
ville Courier-Journal was so enthused
the morning after the election tliat he
concludes an article by saying: ‘It
was a democratic cyclone from Cape
Cod to Kalamazoo, from Alpha to Oma
ha, from hell to breakfast.”
THE AUSTRALIAN BALLOT.
The Australian ballot system has
been co frequently described that most $ Athens will be most apt to have
newspaper readers are fully acquainted j good set of officers for the next term
.vith it. In brief it is as follows: The •, —■—» ■■■■» —..—
expense of printing the ballots is borne
Let every citizen go to the polls to
day, and without fear or favor vote for
the best men for office. The future
welfare of Athens demands it, and hon
or and manliness can not be upheld
without it
by the public. On each ballot the
names of all the candidates for office of I
J The Australian ballot system has been
| tried in Massaehusets with great sue-
, cess. The Boston Herald thinks it is
either party are printed. Opposite esieii i on jy a question of time before the sys
name is the name of the party to which
the candidate belong*. The election
officers give out the ballots. One ballot
is given to each voter, and the voter
cannot have another uules? he returns
the ilrst one to the election officers. The
tirst one is sometimes spoiled, and a
second one is necessary.
Having received his ballot, the voter
enters a booth prepared for the purpose,
and there, secluded from every -one, he
makes a cross opposite the name of each
candidate for whom he wfshes to vote.
His vote will be counted for only those
candidates whose names are so marked.
Having prepared his ballot, he folds it
and delivers it to the proper election
officer. It cannot be known for whom
he has voted unless he chooses that it
shall. There are provisions in the sys
tem pointing out how those who are
blind, or who cannot read, may be as
sisted in preparing their ballots.
The successful trial of the Australian
system in several of the states justifies
the opinion that either it, or a modifi
cation of it, will be adopted eventually
in all the states.
t^vn will he
Union.
adopted throughout the
Independent,;
Thank heaven for friends who rouse
us, shake us, pull us to our feet and
drag us forth to do some task of humane
service greatly needed, which has been
to inspire Skirt' the Jeweler to run as
an independent candidate for Mayor of
Athens and a City clock. Diamond
spectacles are the best.
THAT SMOKED SALMON.
UNJUST CENSURE.
We hear a great deal of complaint
against Judge Herrington for repairing
the Upper bridge at this particular
season, and thus stopping transporta
tion over this important street. Our
efficient Ordinary is by no means to
blame for this. He is simply carrying
out the instructions of the grand jury,
and would have been open to censure
if he had not done so. You had as well
blame an officer In the arm^ for carry
ing out the commands of his superior.
Judge Herrington is making one of the
best Ordinaries Georgia overbad. He
manages the affairs of Clarke county
wiih the same care as his own business.
We feel assured that he will hasten
work on this bridge, and have it ready
for travel as soon as possible.
"the GREAT FAIR.
On Tuesday, at 11 o’clock, the most
igteresting fair ever held in Georgia
will open in Athens, and for one week
our city .will be alive with strangers.
To the thousands of visitors that will
be among us our people extend a cor
dial welcome, and promise that every
thing in their power will be done to
make them have a delightful time. The
gentlemenl at the head of this move
ment are well known to the public, and
they feel that their reputatiohs are
pledged to give an exhibition that will
lie a credit to our city and our section.
They cannot afford to deceive the pub
lic, and make no promises that they cah-
not carry out.
The Louisville Courier-Journal ar
rays itself in “doable leads,” big head
lines, and roosters over the rsceufc De
mocratic success. The Courier-Journal
is the most enthtflHastic Democratic
papers in the country to-day.
Athens will be ablaze with the grand
cst excitement next week ever known
to its history. Our proud city will out
do it self in the entertainment of its
guests.
Clevela
md and Campbell will be the
winning ticket in 1S92. Everything
leclares it now.
“Ono day when I was living at Concord,
Mass.,” says Mr. fk>l Smith Russell, “I started
away from tbo house to catch the 10:15 train
for Boston. 1 was somewhat stinted for time,
because if I didn’t catch the 10:15 train I
couldn’t get- another train for Boston until
St;28 iu the afternoon. It was now 10:03.
Just as 1 stood on the front stoop I heard my
wife falling to me. ‘What is it, AlUef says
L *1 wish yon would drop into Baxter’s,’
says she, 'and ask him to send up some
smoked salmon for tea.’ ‘Of course I will,’
lays I, for if there i3 one viand that 1 prize
above another it is smoked salmon. I love to
tat smoked salmon for tea, and then do
business with the water pitcher for the rest
of the night.
“Baxter kept a store |n a brown stone
building at the corner of Emerson avenue
and Amity street It was a long, low build
ing, the store being on fcho first floor, while
iu the second story was a sort of public hall
for rent to peripatetic negro minstrel troupes,
jubilee singers and transcendental debating
societies. Baxter’s store was what is called a
general storer-GO called, presumably, because
it is generally out of what you want. Baxter
C ofcssed to keep everything needful, from
It'cotton down to patent clothes pins, and
from wintergreen lozenges up to real ostrich
feather faria. Baxter himself was a typical
Yankee—tall, hulking, lantern jawed and
garrulous. He was so thrifty that ho had his
clothes made at homo, and hi* wife always
cut his hair. Ho was so thrifty that if he
had wrecked on a desert island, he
would have swam ashore in two weeks 'with
bis pockets full of §20 gold pieces. Whoa a
fellow got through dealing with Baxter he
felt pretty much as if he’d been run through
“Well, when I walked into the store that
morning, I was, as I have said, in consider
able of o hurry. I had made up my mind to
order the-smoked salmon and get to my train
just as fast os I could. There was nobody in
the front part of the store, bo I walked back
a ways. Mr. Baxter was nailing a codfish to
aboard.
“ ‘Oh, good morain’, Mister Russell,’ says
be. 'We’ve got anuther uv them fine mom-
in's this morain'. Does beat all what fine
weather we’ve been havin' this summer.
Wuz tollin’ ifly wifo yesterday that I hadn't
known such weather in thirty years—not
sense the Lyman boys wuz drownded in the
East river. Always knew they’d coma to
some bad end.but they’due ver have drownded
if they’d stuck to the reg’lar swimmin’ hole.
Borne folks is never willin’ to let well enough
alone, but has to be fiyin’ in the face uv
Providence, which is not only foolish, but
wicked.’
“ ‘Yes, that is true, Mr. Baxter,* say* I;
•but havo you any smoked salmon today?
“ ‘Smoked sahinonf bo repeated thought
fully. ‘Smoked sahmon? Why,yes,Icalc’late
we can accommodate ye. Let me see—where
did I put that smoked sahmon! Ought to be
on the shelf next to the calico prints, but
don’t seem to bo there, Always make it a
rule to have a place for everything, and to
keep everything in its place; then I know
} ust where to put my hands on it in a minnit.
tell you, Mister Russell, there’s nuthin’ like
order—I don’t care whether a man’s runnin’
a store or a race track—nuthin’ like order.
Mother taught me that lesson when I wuz' a
boy up in New Hampshire. I guess she wuz,
perhaps, tho smartest woman that over lived;
somehow or other wiinmin nowadays haven’t
got the faculty she hod—you_ don’t get no
•ueb dougiwnte and piee nowadays wukt you
used to get when my mother wuz livin’.
Waal, now, it’s funny I can’t lay my hands
on that smoked, sahmon! Likely as not that
boy Reuben hez hid it away somewhere.
Never did see such a shiftless boy in all my
born days; don’t do no good to talk to him—
ho keeps right on with his Jim Crow busi
ness just the same. Miss Perkins—ono of th3
Perkins sisters—lives down next to tha Hobart
place—wuz in here t’other day an’ ordered
an ouucouv cloves to tako to choir meetin’;
darned if that fool boy didn’t do up a paper
uv tacks f’r her. That ovenin’ ’bout 9 o’clock
Lem Higgins, the bass singer, come runnin’
down the road f’r Doc Smith. ‘Sakes alive,
Lem,’ sez tho Doc, ‘what ails you? ‘There
ain’t nothin’ the matter with mo,’ sez Lem,
‘but Miss Perkins is havin’ fit3 up to the
mootin’house.’ * Jest wait a minnit, till I git
my inedicino chest,’ says the Doc. ‘TVo don’t
wont no medicine,’ says Lem. ‘Ef we’re goin’
to savo her life, all we need is per/eskional
skill an’ a tack hammei*.’
“Now, this was all very amusing, but it
had nothing to do with smoked salmon, nor
did it facilitate my catching the 10:15 train
for Boston,
“ ‘Mr. Baxter,’ says I, Tm sorry you
haven’t any smoked salmon’
“ ‘Hold on a minnit,’ says he, interrupting
me; ‘I’ll find out where Reuben put it’ And
then ho called, ‘Reuben? ‘Reqbenl* soveral
times in a shrill, rasping voice, and wound
up with a ‘Gol durn your picter, why don’t
you answer when I call yei"
“ ‘Yes, sir,’ says Reuben at last, from a far
corner in tho back end of tho store.
“ ‘Whoro did you put that ’ere smoked
sahmon?
“ Tho smoked sahmonP
“ ‘Yes, sir, the smoked sahmon? __
“ ‘Why, there ain’t noue.’
“ ‘Ye don’t mean to say that we’ve run out
of smoked sahmoul Doe3 beat all that I
never kin learn that boy nuthin’. Told him
time an’ again, when he saw we wuz runnin’
out uv anything, ho must lot me know, sozo I
e*u’d order some more from Bost’n. Waal,
Qeow, darned if 1 -ain’t s rry, Mr. Russell,
fr I know Jest how disappointed folks is
when they make up their mind3 f’r smoked
sahmon an* can’t get any. It’s jest like
teorin’ the heart out or losin’ a favorite cat
or havin’ some other great, crushin’ sor-
rer. Why, I recollect that at one time old
Squire Holbrook come in the -store
aad sez he, f ‘Hiram"—he wuz one of
the selectmen, an* he always called mo Hi
ram—“Hiram,” sez he, <*hov you got any
dried beofT “Squire Holbrook,” s.sz I, “we
hev run out of dried beef, but I kin let you
hcv some damask towelin’ at a surprisin’ low
flgger.” “No, Hiram,” sez he, kinder sauly,
“no towelin* today. I had got my heart sort
uv sot on dried beef.” He moved off like he
wuz in a dream, an’ next morniu’ he wuz
found dead in his bed. Doc Smith said it
wuz heart disease, but 1 hev always suspi-
cloned that his heart wuzn't so much dis
eased as it wuz broke.’
“Then Baxter entered upon a diffuse bio
graphical sketch ef Squire Holbrook, and
when he had got along down to about the
fifty-second year of tho squire’s mundane ca
reer, he was minded of the squire’s half
brother, Israel Warner. I then learned that
Baxter was intimately acquainted with the
miuute details of Israel’s life, from tho time
he ran away to sea up to the naturally subse
quent date of his suffering death at the hands
of Fiji cannibals. It seems that Israel vis
ited pretty nearly every foreign country un
der the sun, swapping glass beads and maple
sugar for ivory and diamonds. He was
wrecked five times, was thrice captured by
pirates, and once, when swimming in the
Indian ocean, ho had a seven hour band to
hand encounrer with a shark ton feet long.
It was not surprising that his vicissitudiuous
career should have been ended by an episode
with cannibals.
“Now, nil this time," says Air. Rttssell, “i
kept moving away from Baxter. I bad come
for smoked salmon. When I learned that
there was no smoked salmon to be had, I was
prepared to go my way and pursue my usual
lino of business. But Baxter would not let
Ao go. He kept right on talking, and tho
longer he talked the wider ho diverged from
the origiuul subject of smoked salmon. 1
might havo left the store abruptly—I might
have torn myself rudely away—but I did
not wish to offend Baxter. He was -a well
meaning man and I liked him—yes, I really
liked him, in spite of tho circumstance that
ho was sapping my vitality.
“1 bad worked my way pretty well to
wards tho door and was nervously thrum
ming on a jar of pickled peaches that stood
| on the counter. If Baxter had had any
\ delicacy of observation, he would have seen
j how anxious I was to get away.
Darned good peaches in that Jar,’ said
he. ‘Growed ’em myself. No spiders nor
lizards nor snakes in them peaches, like there
is in tho peaches thoy bring from Californy.
Mr. Emerson wuz out in Califoruv last sum
mer, an’ when ho come back he told ns that
the country was greatly overestimated.
“But, Sr. Emerson," sez I, “the geographers
tell ns that for scenery and climate tho Pa
cifies slope is .unskilled.” “My friend,” sez the
sage sadly, and shakin’ bis finger os he used
to when about to inculcate a great moral
truth, “my friend, wot is climate without
philosophy or scenery without pier "
“ *Well, I must be going,* said I, and I
made another move toward the door.
‘Maybe you’ll find some smoked sahmon
round to Mr. Ridgely’s, under the tahvern,’
said Baxter. ‘Ridgely did used to keep
smoked sahmon, an’ now that I come to think
of it, the Widow Eastman’s girl wuz tellin’
me only a day or two ago that she got some
smoked sahmon there not long ago. Didn’t
like it none too well; had angleworms and
moths in It; leastwise that’s what the girl
said, bat therms no dependin’ on what folks
say nowadays, there are so many blamed
liars in the world. There wuz Bill Newton
—Lyin’ Bill wo all called him. Never wuz
near water all bis life, yet he wuz always
tollin’ about tho fish he’d caught. Once,when
he wuz sick with the jaundera, his father sez
to him: “Bill, how air you feelin’f’ “Finerin
a fiddle," sez Bill. “That settles it," 6ez the
old man, and he started off for the under
taker. His confurdenco wuz not misplaced.
When he come back with the undertaker Bill
wuz a corpse.’
“Wlith I got home that afternoon," said
Mr. Russell, “the setting sun flooded my
bumble home with the mellow golden wealth.
My wife was surprised to see mo back from
Boston so soon. ‘No, Alice,’ said I, “I’ve
not been to Boston. I missed both trains. I
was too busy to go—busy with Mr. Baxter.
Within .the last eight hours I have been all
around the world two or three times, and up
and down the shadowy aisles of ancient his
tory. I know everything now, and all about
everybody and everywhere)—Baxter had me
for right hours.’
“ ‘Sol Smith Russell,’ she cried, *are you
crazy?
" ‘No, Alice dear,’ said I, ‘not crazy, but
weary—oh, so weary.’
“Now what do you suppose Alice did! She
sympathized with me! She took mo to her
inns, soothed my aching head, and refreshed
my arid heart? No, not much did she.
1 ‘She pierced my very marrow with the
of t
-A-
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N 1
Ji
Issued Fora Meeting of -An
archists in St. Louis.
It Is Addressed to the Working
People,
And States That Four Men Were
“Strangled” and a Fifth “Driven to
Death” by the Decause Some Un
known Porson Threw a Bomb in Self-
Defense—A Call to Bally Under the Bed
Flag.
St. Louis, Nov. 4.—Thousands o!
copies of a circular have been printed
calling for a monster meeting of Anarch
ists here Sunday, Nov. 10. It is printed
in English for wide distribution else
where, iu the name of the Progressive
Workingmen’s association, but it claims
to be signed by the committee on agita
tion of tho International Workingmen’s
association.
Tha circular contains eight pages,
and is bordered in deep mourning,
made to represent two gallows frames
joined. It is dedicated (and the An
archist uprising is called) “in memorium
of the martyrs of the working people
murdered at Chicago on Nov. 11,
1687. ’ ’ It is addressed to the working
people, and it recites that five men suf
fered.
It describes the hanging as “a crime
suoh as history has ziever witnessed be
fore. An unknown, who in common
with a great man < others suffered an
attack on the 4th of May. 1338. at the
hands of an assassin band of 200 police
men, hurled a bomb in self-defense;
this action of legitimate resistance was
avenged not on tho individual, whose
identity up to the present date has re
mained a mystery, but it served as a
pretense to "destroy the best, the most
intelligent and self-sacrificing counsel
lors of the working people of Chicago.”
The circular further states:
“A daring deed would have frustrated
the November crime; instead the work
ing people passed resolutions. How
different it might have been if those
who participated in this kind of dem
onstration had made a bold front, as the
urgency of the situation demanded.”
He then udmits that the four men
“strangled” and the fifth one “driven
to death” in Chicago were Anarchists,
Communists, atheists and “soldiers of
the revolution,” and that they were dis
tinctly not patriots. Behind the popu
lar caricature of anarchy is the clear, il
lumined spirit of fraternity.
“Finally,” says the spokesman for
the progressive" workingmen, “deli
nifcely we admit that our five were not
so bigoted as to respect the so-called
‘patriotism.’” But their hearts were
aglow with a cosmopolitan ilame that is
soon to fuse the Beveral nations into
“one grand whole.”
The circular then concludes by call
ing on the Anarchists, Socialists, trades-
unionists, Knight3 of Labor, turners,
free thinkers and citizens to-lseize tha
opportunity offered on Nov. 11 to divide
good aud evil into two camps and to
rally under the standard of Bocial revo
lution.
THE MODEL HOUSEWIFE.
—
Sho rtoeth her husband’s will al way.
She t\ oops when he’s sad. smiles when he's tray
Coohs as his “mother used to cook.”
Copies recipes from her book.
Dresses the children to suit his taste,
Aad cever lets anything to waste.
Sews on his buttons, and darns bis socks,
Never speaks of her nervous shocks;
Sings to him, reads to him latest news.
Due never gossips or gives her views
Where is this model you wonder—whore:
The echo is borne on the empty air.
—Good Housekeeping.
A HOLIDAY FAIRLY WON.
IMPORTANT NEW LAWS.
No More Cards, Dice, Billiards, or Other
Amusements in Missouri Saloons.
St. Lofxs, Nov. 4—What is known a3
the Newberry law, passed by the legis
lature last winter, went into effect Fri
day. This law excludes from dram
shops aud beer saloons all gambling de
vices au-1 forms of amusements, such as
cards, dice boxes, pool and billiard
tables, btmug, athletic and ’"musical
performances, etc. The police formally
notified all saloons Friday, aud will
make arrests for all violations. The
authorities say that they will enforoe
the law to. the letter.
Half a hundred other laws went into
effect Friday, notable among them
the law to prevent the introduction in
to the state of armed bodies of men by
railroad and other corporations to act
a i police officers; the anti-trust or pool
law, the Australian system of voting,
the law empowering the state commis
sioner of labor to appoint boards of ar
bitration to adjust differences between
employers aud employes, and the anti-
grain gambling law, which prohibits
dealing iu options unless it be the in
dention of the dealers to actually take
the grain bought or sold. This law did
not disturb option dealing on ’change
Friday, the traders ail giving it out
that it wa3 their intention to really han
dle the articles dealt in.
ispect of a basilisk, and, in a tone that would
have instantaneously congealed scalding wa
ter, she said: ‘If that isn’t just Him a man!
There you’ve been hanging around Baxter’s
itore all day and you’ve forgot all about that
imoked salmon 1’ Chicago News.
Earthquake Shocks at St. tonls.
St. Louis, Nov. 4.—A very percepti
ble shock of earthquake was felt in this
city at 1:53 o’clock Saturday morning.
It nad sufficient force to shake the tall
buildings and frighten the inmates of
many houses. It came apparently from
a direction a little north of east, passing
in a westerly direction, and, according
to the experience of several who no
ticed it, was something like two sec
onds’ duration. At Forest park it was
quite plainly felt by park policemen,
who report that it was quite severe. It
shook the female hospital, insane asy
lum and other public buildings in the
southern part oi the city to such an ex
tent that the inmates became seriously
alarmed. At all the engine houses the
firemen on duty were awakened by the
shock.
The Strike at Key Wesfc
Jacksonville, Fla., Nov. 4.—Advices
from Key West indicate that the cigar-
makers’ strike there has assumed a new
phase, and that paralysis of general
business on account of the lookout is
already seriously affecting the condition
of the populace. Messonier, treasurer
of the Cigarmakers’ union, has been
forced to leave town by the board of
trade. Great excitement prevailed
among the Cabans when he departed.
The militia was under arms, and every
precaution was taken to suppress any
trouble that might develop.
Hawaiian Rebel Sentenced.
San Fbancispo, Nov. 4.—A dispatch
from Honolulu received by the steam
ship Australia, which arrived Friday
night, states that Albert Loomens, one
of the leaders in the insurrection last
July, has been sentenced to be hanged
the first week in December.
Death of an Aged Editor.
Buffalo, N. Y., Nov. 4.—CoL Rob
ert H. Shankland, editor of The Cat
taraugus Uuion, died at his home in
Elliottville Friday, aged 77.
“The question before the house is. Can
it be done?” and the speaker rapped on
the table with her lead pencil to attract
the attention of the other three, who
seemed disposed to wander from the sub
ject in hand. “Wliat do you say; Elsie?’
“If we all agree we want to do it, then
it can be done,” replied Elsie, with a de
termined nod of her head:
“Good,” responded Margaret. “What
say you, Belle?”
“I agree with Elsie that whatever we
undertake we can carry out, and I am
willing to do anything, provided my
blessed mother approves of it.”
“Splendid?’ cried Margaret. “Now,
Lizzie, let us hear from you."
“Well,” began Lizzie doubtfully, “you
know I think nothing could be lovelier
than to join the camping party at the
beach for a whole month, but, first, we
are poor, second, here we aro stuck down
in a little country village where there is
no chance of being richer if one lives to
be a thousand years old; and lastly, I
cannot see how we can ever make $80 if
we can’t find something to make it by.
Why, girls, that $80 looks like a moun
tain."
“But will you consent to earn it If you
can?” persisted Margaret.
“Yes,” assented Lizzie slowly,
“Well, then, listen to my plan, and
don’t say a word till I’ve finished. Of
cdhrse, I have consulted mother, and
she approves and thinks we can do it, so
that encourages me to tell you. We can
get work in Penton, easy work, tliat we
can do without much practice; wages,
$5 a week. We can get a comfortable
room for $10 a month, and I am sure
our mother would give us enough pi o-
visions to last a week and send us mote
from time to time. In that way w«
three could at least save $10 a week, and
at tho end of two months have enough
to pay the fare here and back and the
$80 for the trip to the beach. What do
you think of my plan?”
“The plan is lovely, but you haven’:
eaid what the work was?” objected Lizzie,
' “In my uncle’s match factory in Pen-
ton.”
“Matches,” cried Clare, in surprise.
“Why, I never made a match in my
life,” from Belle.
“■What would people say?" asked Liz
zie.
“Of course, girls, if we do not want to
do it we are not compelled to, but we
can earn tho money for the beach trip in
that way if we Will, and be more than
repaid in the end. As to what people
think of as, I, for one, do not caro, and
as to making matches, it is the easiest
thing in the world, when we know how.
Gii’ls, Uncle John says we can have
places in the sorting room and can begin
at once. What do you say; to go, or not
to go?”
Lizzie looked down at her fingers and
thought how disagreeable tho continual
smell of sulphur would bo. Belle and
Elsie stared gravely at each other. Two
whole months in a match factory wasn’t
a pleasant thing to contemplate, but the
lovely trip afterwards would more than
compensate.
“What do you say?" urged Margare*.
“We’ll do itP chorused the others.
A week later four girls, a trifle home
sick, but too proud to confess it, sat
down to their first meal, picnic fashion,
in their own room in good Mrs. Blake's
house in Penton. The rooms looked very
bare, but with a few home photographs
and a scarf here and there, the staring
whitewalls lost half their bareness. The
table was spread in thd middle of the
room and made pretty with some early
spring flowera
“I did not know mother’s bread was
so good,” said Margaret, “but I really
must curb my appetite, or there won’t
be enough left for breakfast. What a
blessed relief it will be to take our din
ners at Mrs. Blake’s table.”
Mr. Crash aw from his office window
saw with a grim smile the four girls ap
proach, the next morning.
“It won’t be a paying business forme,"
he said to himself, “but girls with such
pluck deserve tp be helped."
“Here wo are. Uncle John, ready for
business,” announced Margaret, and her
uncle, taking his hat, led the way to the
factory.
“We might just as well go over the
whole building and give you an idea of
how matches are made,” ho said. “You
see here, the timber is being cut into
planks or slabs the exact thickness of a
match, then with one blow from this
guillotine-like machine, which, you see,
works with a treadle, the cut mah-hop
fall into this box.
“Then three little splints, just the
length of two matches, are fitted into
this frame, and are ready for the dip
ping, first, however, passing through
the hands of the inspector yonder, who
shakes out the loose splints and fastens
the frames; the-dipper next takes them,
and laying the ends of the splints on
this heated surface for an instant to dry
all moisture, deftly dips first one end
and then the other into the pan of sul
phur the thickness of cream, and then
into the pan of phosphorus. When dry
they ore placed in trays and carried to
the room where you will work. There
the matches are cut in two by the little
machine fastened to the work bench and
placed in the boxes ready for shipping.
This is your room,” he* tzll at last, leav
ing them where the hands were busy
filling boxe3, 400 in each, never too few
nor too many, so accurate were they.
“Now, young ladies, don't eat, sit
down on or step on tho matches, or go
too near tho dipping pan, and' you will
live to finish your two months," and with
thic tV'Hip
‘eft them to;;:..
“1 hadn’t .
slippery,” ^ ^
trying to till a
constantly | L . t th „ fQl
floor.
however, and OfcR p*
confess that lie had
bargain after all
oB 0*
toe hour. Passing /j
”1 never Want . 1
moaned Lizzie. 806 jam j
“Nor codfish?’ said tt
for ginger bread!” fr ° ai M
“W on t we enjoy ourtr^ in q
after all these matchp«v’ ? 3
» Msh. -I
maul rather than makeT ^ *1
but a pillow thrown at I
smothered the TOnt eni ® ^ ^
“If there was only a i •
me, !t at U,is' mon d
one nt'.ratng toward '4
two months; “seven whoh '
nothing to vary matches U^l
olT of ono s trunk.” 1
“They, too, shall pass
Margaret, to comfort her '' ^
Slowly, but surely, the , .
by, and the four met m oS
office and watched with hu': JtJ
as he counted out the monovH mn? '
nb.. lining
the taat of tto pattot,
This means moonlight b,;i a
Sound, girls, think of it/’JS
the sold with lovimf
bakes and aea latu,,,,
“Give it to Bella Bet e™., i
Mnirtieet aad large*," tag 1
8pecial <*••!
Mr. Crashaw spoke to them at t™.
stant, and they turned to J
question.
“There, I’ve left my penknife on
work bench,” said Belle, “fll
up and get it,” and she ran liglT
to the now empty room.
A hasty search on the bench the
in every corner failed to reveal tO
mg khife, and Belle was forced to
up the search. She walked slowly I
to the door, looking on cithersidi
went. Upon reaching it, she f ot
her amazement that it was locked,
janitor had come in and, not seeing
as 6he stooped under the work bene,
had locked tho door and gone away
the night, and hero she must stay,
sibly until Monday morning, who'o
tell.
The three girls waited until tired
Belle’s return, and then, concluding
had gone home without them, saunl
slowly back to Mrs. Blake’s, rej
that it was for the last time.
Belle, left alone in the gathering
ness, paced tho floor of her prison
impatient steps. Eere was the advi
ture Elsie had hoped would come
fore they left, and Belle defiantly wi
sho was here to enjoy it
Surely the girls would become
about her and come to seek her,
cially as she had the precious money
her pocket. At that remembrance
heart gave a faint throb of fear. W
if something should happen to tliat!
walked to the window and peered d<
into the narrow court below, but uotj
soul was to be seen.
As she turned back a slender 1
smoke caught her eye coming from
window of the dipping room,
watched, first with curiosity, then
growing alarm, as puff after pud ra
faster aud faster. The sickening n
that the factory was on firoandsue
alone flashed upon her!
She watched the ever Increastogi
with a- fascination she could not thr
off. Now the flames could beseem Wi
there no help? Must she die alone? An
the moneyl The precious money, th
girls had worked so hard for. Ha
that, too, be lost?
She flew from door to door»
window to window, beating them d
her fists aud calling aloud in hi
agony. At last, after what seemed,
eternity, she heard the sound of voi
in the streets, and cries of fire sudo
for water. The room she was conro*
in had no windows facing the 6trw
and she could not venture near those tj
the court, as the smoke rolled In
clouds.
Must 6he die? Lifo was go Gweet!
must make one more effort to
and picking up a heavy wrench,^
the strength of'despair, broke we
on a door leading into the next
With a cry of joy she darted in, ® J
be met with such volumes of Gmo
she nearly lost hope. Burying ®
in her apron she crawled to the
and fell more dead than alive across
gill.
There on the street below was _ ,
tire village watching the flames ^
leap from story to story. Amongth*
of faces she could barely
those of her friends. (
“Margaret!” she called,
save me. Oh, won’t eomo one
me?”
The feint cry for
re fs gars and her qw’
darkly outlined against the wa“ j,
“Save her! Save her!" ***£2
agony, and all eyes
ward the crouching b ’
face and moving lips bob-
The cry, “A womanto tM M
was taken up and massed - -
and a dozen orave
tying them in her be 11 , fell f 1
tossed it far into the rnr ^ goon ®
Margaret’s feet. Ladde .j ^tl
jX stout hands
Stinting girl,
eyes she is safe m Margare ^ cr r^
Elsie and Lizzie V es ^S°the ^
all in one breath,
gathered around to con T 8 ^k‘ , th5 I
‘■To think”sobbed
ihould have thought of
'iris started on their
.nd in all thzt than
ay none enjoyed t mo . . 4
vho had so ^ iar 5
f hrush Brooks in Spring