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9t. Anthony’* Brratl
Charles Robinson contributes an article
to the September number of the North
American Review about the remarkable
charitable project known as “St. An
thony’s Bread,” which bids fair to do more
toward bringing about a solution of the
Social Problem In France than all the
congresses and conferences that have been
held and all the books and articles that
have been written with that end in view.
This charitable movement, though started
less than three years ago, ‘‘in the back
room of a small store on a side street In
Toulon, ' is rapidly assuming the propor
lions of an international economic move
n ’* n < ' TJ oimMM 5 t!l “n,sr‘?i: i
Anthony’s Bread” comprises not only food
hut also clothing and medical attendance;
everything, in fact, necessary for the re
lief of the poor in general, and of the sick
and afflicted poor in particular, for its
directors wisely hold that with this class
one should always ‘‘make the good God
visible. ’ They ascertain the names of
the laborers In the various parishes who
are out of employment, and he!p them to
Sous Organs be°ne k f q o U r wantT^ gfous bebef
are sem to school; the aged, the
blind the deaf ami dumb are all placed in
special establishments; letters are writ
ten for those who are themselves unable
to write, and advice procured from either
doctor the deserving or lawyer poor when are thin* sougnt ^hUc out
and all their wants supplied, professional
beggars are tracked out and exposed. The
writer of this article describe* having wit
nessed the workings of “St. Anthony’s
Bread in the “to«.ghe-t” quarters In
Paris, and declares that he discussed its
various phases with Frenchmen of every
shade of belief, all of whom with one ac
cord proclaim its promoters as the nation’s
benefactors. "Indeed,” he says, “It will
Vie surprising if ’St. Anthony’s Bread’ does
not result In the complete regeneration
of the French working classes—and if of
these, witty not of the working classes of
all Europe and beyond? For the scope of
St. Anthony’s Bread” Is no longer con
ftned to France As at the start it spread
from town to town throughout France,
so is it now spreading from country to
country throughout the world. It Is In
terestlng to learn that this great work
Is to be Introduced Into the United States
The result wHl
it- p i 1 / w 1 ,
ORIOLES AND SPIDERS.
Arck-nml-Ncck Struggle Fop the
Coveted Ranting;.
The closing series for the National
League baseball championship Is, with
the exception of the International yacht
races, the one theme of discussion
Just now all over the East and West.
The Orioles are occupying the top
round of the ladder by a narrow mar¬
gin of nineteen points, and should they
lose today’s and Tuesday’s games to
the Spiders, their average would dwin¬
dle down to 640, and Capt. Tebeau’s
men would have a percentage of .689
to their credit. Each team has fifteen
games to play after the present series
Is over. Of these fifteen games each
club has nine abroad, and six on the
home grounds. With such equal con¬
ditions It is quite likely that the final
result will hinge directly on the
result of the present Baltlmore-Cleve
land series. If the Arioles win the re¬
maining two games, their percentage
will rise to .668, and the Spiders will
be ten points below their present aver¬
age. On the other hand if the teams
split even, Baltimore will average .664
and Cleveland .636.
Of the remaining games that the
two clubs will have to play the Orioles
have by far the hardest work cut out
for them. The Easterners will have
three games each with Boston, Brook
lyn, and New York, away from home
and a series of three each with Phlla- i
delphia and Brooklyn at home. The
Spiders, on the other hand, will have
two series abroad with the tall-enders,
8t. Louis and Louisville, and their
other series will be with Connie Mack's
disorganised “Pirates.” At home they
will have Cincinnati and Chicago.
Taking a rough average from previous
series with the above dubs, Baltimore
ought to win ten out of the fifteen, and
Cleveland should only score nine vic¬
tories. Should thlB prove true, and
should Cleveland at the same time de
feat the Orioles In the next two games,
the Eastern club would still win by
nine points. If the Spiders should de¬
feat the Orioles and win all the fifteen
remaining games Manager Hanlon's
men could lose three of their games
and still win by six points.—Washing¬
ton Poet.
.
EAR 1*1141!' NK W IN NEW ZEALAND.
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Th<- Ni<»Mt Severe siiocix Felt In Nine
Y< ‘ ,,r "
Vancouver, B. C.. Sept. 15.—The
steamer Miowara, from Sydney, ar
rived yesterday. She brings news of a
severe earthquake in New Zealand. At
Tuapo, nearly every chimney was over- j
tin-own and houses swayed violently,
The inhabitants were greatly alarmed,
and camped out all night. The road
from l’uapo to Kaunub has been com
pletely blocked by landslides, It was j
the most severe shock since the Taraw
era eruption nine years ago.
Why Limit It To France?
™ „ S _ NPW Tork WorId
. is not f limited to France:
j
The Parisian police are active in their |
attempts to arrest the miscreants’ who
sent Rothschild. the Infernal machine to Baron de j
They have reason to be.
Baron de Rothschild Is the real king of
France, and those who make murderous
attempts on his life commit the highest
of high treason.
Is not BaTon Rothscihlld king of the
United Shiites, the same as France? Is
not The World one of his subject*? That
is, does not the World insist that the
financial policy of the United States,
which the infernal machine Baron mark¬
ed out. must be adhered to or we shall
all go to the dogs: that for us to use the
mines which the good God put in our
hills and which would enable us to
double the money of this country In a
A DAY WITH
O QTTPi-lPN 1 Ll n Lll
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BEV DR. TALMAGE PRESENTS
FIVE LIVING PICT! Pi’s.
STEPHEN GAZING INTO HEAVEN— ___
STEPHEN . LOOKING nftKI . r AT , T rHRIST CHRIST.
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«.ph.n in HI. D,ln« Prnp.r-8l.nh
efl * , " , ecl „ , ‘
\ f , u - York ’ Sept 15.—Tn his sermon
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for today Rev. - Ur. T 1.1 , .g. has rhoson
theme as picturesque ' as it is spiritual
/ lns[)irinc p H e groups ‘ his discourse
>nto Five Pictures „ The text t selected electe a
was, Behold I see the heavens opened.
-Acts vii, 56-60.
Ste,>hen had be *“ nemdeTouW Tot
mg . sermon and . the P^p e could not
stand it. They resolved to do as men
sometimes would like to do in this day,
if they dared, with some plain preacher
of righteousness-kill him. The only
tQ thig man waS to knock
the breath out of him. « ho they t u 0V rus rusneti hed
Stephen out of the gates of the city,
an ,) with curse and whoop and bellow
thpy hrough t him to the cliff, as was
CU8tom whftn tb e y wanted to take
away life by stoning. f Having hroueht brougnt
him to the edge of the cliff, they push
Pf ] him off. After he had fallen they
came and looked down, and seeing that
he was not yet dead they began to drop
. stone.
stones upon him, stone after
Amid this horrible rain of missiles
Stephen clambers up on his knees and
foldg bis ban( j s , while the blood drips
hig 1 , and th lookin g up,
. makes _ for - him.
he two , prayers, one „
and one for his murderers. “Lord Jesus,
receive my spirit,” that was for himself.
..j j0r , 3 i i ay not this sin to their charge,”
^ wftg f<M . h}g murderer8 . Then.
j rom pa j n and j oss 0 j b ] 00 ^ i be swooned
away and fell asleep.
T want to show you today five pict¬
ures—Stephen gazing into heaven, Steph¬
en looking at Christ, Stephen stoned.
Stephen in his dying prayer, Stephen
asleep.
Stephen Looking Into Heaven.
First look at Stephen gazing into heav
en. Before you take a leap you want to
know where you are going to land. Be¬
fore you climb a ladder you want to
know to what point the ladder reaches.
And it was right that Stephen, within
a few’ moments of heaven, should be
gazing into it. We would all do well
to be found in the same posture. There
Is enough in heaven to keep us gazing.
A man of large wealth may have statu¬
ary in the hall, and paintings in the sit¬
ting room, and works of art in all parts
of the house, but he has the chief pic¬
tures in the art gallery, and there hour
after hour you walk with catalogue and
glass and ever increasing admiration.
Well, heaven is the gallery where God
has gathered the chief treasures of his
realm. The whole universe is his pal¬
ace. Tn this lower room where we stop
there are many adornments, tessellated
floor of amethyst, and on the winding
cloud stairs are stretched out canvases
on which commingle azure and purple
and saffron and gold. But heaven is
the gallery in which the chief glories are
gathered. There are the brightest
robes. There are the richest crowns,
There are the highest exhilarations. St,
John says of it, “The kings of the earth
shall bring their honor and glory into
it.” And I see the procession forming,
and in the lino come all empires, and
the stars spring up into an arch for
the hosts to march under. They keep
step to the sound of earthquake and the
pitch of avalanche from the mountains,
and the flag they bear is the flame of a
consuming world, and all heaven turns
out with harps and trumpets and myriad
voiced acclamation ol angelic dominions
to welcome them in, and so the kings
of the earth bring their honor and glory
into it. Do yon wonder that good peo¬
ple often stand, like Stephen, looking
into heaven? We have many friends
there.
There is not a man here so isolated in
life but there is some one in heaven
with whom he once shook hands. As a
nian ffets older, the number of his ce
lestial acquaintances very rapidly multl
plies. We have not had one glimpse of
them since the night we kissed them
goodby and they went away, but still
we stand gazing at heaven. As when
some of our friends go across the sea
we stand on the dock or on the steam
tug and watch them, and after awhile
the hulk of the vessel disappears, and
then there is only a patch of sail on
the sky, and soon that is gone, and they
are all out of sight, and yet we stand
looking in the same direction, so when
our friends go away from us into the
future world we keep looking down
through the Narrows and gazing and
gazing as though we expected that they
would come out and stand on some
, , and . us one .. of „ their .
blissful and transfigured faces,
While you long to join their compan¬
ionship, and the years and the days
go with such tedium that they break
your heart, and the vipers of pain and
sorrow and bereavement keep gnawing
at your vitals, you will stand, like
Stephen, gazing into heaven. You won¬
der if they have changed since yon saw
them last. You wonder if they would
recognize your face now, so changed
has it been with trouble. You wonder
if, amid the myriad delights they have,
they care as much for you as they used
to when they gave you a helping hand
and put their shoulders under your bur
dens. You wonder if they look any
older, and sometimes in the evening
t ’ de ' wben tbe bouse * s ab quiet, you
wonder if you should call them by tlieir
! 'first name if they would not answer,
and perhaps sometimes you do make the
experiment, and when no one but God
and yourself are there you distinctly cull
their names and listen and sit gazing
into hear n.
Looking Ijion riirlut.
p ags 0Q now and see Stephen look _
in(? upon chrigt My text sayg he saw
Son of >lan .1 Ihe ri*ht hand of
God. Ju.t ho,v OhriM looked In thi.
world, just how he looks in heaven, we
; cannot sav. The painters of the differ
ont ages have tried to imagine the fea
turps tures of of Christ Ohrist and and nut put them them nnon upon can can
but we Wl11 have wait until with
our own eyes we see him and with our
^ earg W(J can hear him And
™ ^ ^ pi him and bear
hi I ha ye to tdl you that
’ ltlle8S J™ and hear Christ on earth,
^ wffl ^ gep an(] hear h - m5 . n
heaven
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J re he is. , Behold the , Lamb ,
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,T ° d ’ y ° u not Boe hun? Then
I^ay to God to take the scales off your
e y es - Look that way—try ' to look that
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y—comes down to the blindest,
« he deafest soul, saying. Look unto
Qe ’ a,l ye enda the earth and be ye
save o. for I am God, ’ and there is none
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, } iaost of ail the slaves. d-s J.ell htstory me, ye what who
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and the forlorn ^ r I?! tbe thC wretched, a A an d and a
the outcast wnnrLf, S1 ^ ^
On, Oh wonderful invitation! You can
( take .i.. j, it , today j and . stand . , at ... the , head _ of
(hr, the darkest alley „n__• tn all n .l. this city, and j
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say: cav Lome! ru (Jlothes rh Ihron" t for your rags, ^
»1ve to, re. sores, , (»,
eternal reigning.” A Christ that talks
like that and acts like that and pardons
uir* like that—do you wonder _ * that ,, . Stephen ,
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stood looking i* . at . » him? • g\ ▼ I hope to spend
eternity doing i • x, the same thing. ... T I must
see him, I must look upon that face
radLt thlt with ™ r ^ J r S,D . V , b T , fT
Sactles ouch I hand w fl nt tn Lav°the p d vnf vol oe Zl a
nronounced mv di d e,, li 7 ^ ra T
h m lRtle cHld veal ro n a’nd y0U Z °
three-score hreo ™ years and t ten you will see
none so fair. Behold him, ye aged ones,
for he only can shine through the dim¬
ness of your failing eyesight. Behold
him, earth. Behold him, heaven. What
a moment when all the nations of the
saved shall gather around Christ, all
faces that way, all thrones that way,
gazing on .Testis!
His worth if all the nations knew
Sure the whole eartli would love him
too.
i Stoned.
1 pass on now and look at Stephen
stoned. The world has always wanted
to get rid of good men. Their very
life is an assault upon wickedness. Out
with Stephen through the gate^of the
city. Down with him over the preci¬
pices. Let every man come up and
drop a stone upon his head. But these
men did not so much kill Stephen as
they killed themselves. Every stone re¬
bounded upon them. While these mur¬
derers are transfixed by the scorn of all
good men Stephen lives in the admira¬
tion of all Christendom. Stephen stoned,
but Stephen alive. So all good men
must be pelted. “All who will live
godly in Christ Jesus must suffer per¬
secution.” It is no eulogy of a man to
say that everybody likes him. Show me
any’ ni:e who is doing all his duty to
State or church, and I will show you
scores of men who utterly abhor him.
If all men speak well of you, it Is
because you are either a laggard or a
dolt. If a steamer makes rapid progress
through the waves, the water will boil
and foam all around it. Brave soldiers
of Jesus Christ will hear the carbines
click. When I see a man with a voice
and money and influence all on the right
side, and some caricature him, and some
sneer at him, and some denounce him,
and men who pretend to be actuated by
right motives conspire to cripple him,
to cast him out, to destroy him, I say.
“Stephen stoned.”
When I see a man in some great mor¬
al or religious reform battle against
grogshops, exposing wickedness in high
places, by active means trying to purify
the church and better the world’s estate,
and I find that the newspapers anathe¬
matize him, and men, even good men,
oppose him and denounce him, because,
though he does good, he does not do it
in their way, I say, “Stephen stoned.”
But you notice, my friends, that while
they assaulted Stephen they did not
succeed really in killing him. You may
assault a good man, but you cannot kill
him. On the day of his death, Stephen
spoke before a few people in the sanhe¬
drin; this Sabbath morning he addresses
all Christendom. Paul the apostle stood
on Ware hill addressing a handful of
philosophers who knew not so much
about science as a modern school-girl.
Today he talks to all the millions of
Christendom about the wonders of jus¬
tification and the glories of resurrection.
John Wesley was howled down by the
mob to whom he preached, and they
threw bricks at him, and they de¬
nounced him, and they jostled him, and
they spat upon him. and yet today, in
all lands, he is admired to be the great
father of Methodism. Booth’s bullet
vacated the Presidential chair, but
from that spot of coagulated blood on
the floor in the box of Ford’s theater
there sprang up the new life of a na-
tion. Stephen stoned but Stephen alive,
A Dyla-at Prayer.
Pass on now and see Stephen in his
dying prayer. His first thought was
no t how the stones hurt his head nor
what would become of his body His
fi rs t thought was about his spirit,
“Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.” The
murderer standing on the trapdoor, the
b i ack cap being drawn over his head
before the execution, may grimace about
the future, but you and I have no
shame in . confessing . some anxiety about
where we are going to come out. You
»""">■ "J I 1 nee it • IIteam lhe ™ from » withi your » r™
t0(iav - and T ^ ee irradiating your
countenance. Sometimes T am abashed
before an audience ’ not because I come
under your physical eyesight, but be
before realize *he fmmor truth that sp I stand
“ e “ M so “ manv ™ Z immortal al spirits. rite The The
probability is that your body will at last
find a sepulcher in some of the cemete
ries that sl,rr0Und this c5ty ’ There is
™ doubt bu * that obsequies will
be decent + and respectful, and you will
be able to pillow your head under the
maple, or the Norway spruce, or the cy
press, or the blossoming fir, but this
spirit about w hi c h Stephen prayed, what
direction will that take? What s ide
will escort it/ What gate will open to
receive it? What cloud will be cleft for
Us patbway ? After it has got beyond
the light of our sun will there be torches
%hted for it the rest of the way?
w?11 Wdl the sonI have to travel + through ,
long deserts before it reaches the good
, and? Jf wp gl)oll j d ]ose our pa th wa v,
wj]1 there b a castle at who8e te we
may ask thp way tbe Oh, this
mysterious gpirit within us! It has two
wings, but it is in a cage ^ now. It is
, locked , , fast . . to . keep , .. it, but . , let . the .. door
°r Hus cage open the 1 least, and . that .. ^
soul , ■ off. -m Eagle i , • could ,, not catch
is s wing
-r mv . • , ...
? ' When the soul
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b Douna. And And hs have I no anxiety Tr about h ,
:*•> itr rjn^ Have you no anxiety . , about . . it?
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T l no not care __ what vou do , with ... mv
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^ my soul is gone or whether
you believe . cremation inhumation.
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1 shaI1 sl «ep just as well in a wrap
pins of sa ^'"th as in satin lined with
■ But my soul-before 1
close this discourse I will find out where
lt wlU ,and Thank God for the intl
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of my ^ xt ’ that when we die
Je8US takes ns . That answers all ques¬
tions for me. What though there were
massive bars between here and the
City of Light, Jesus could remove them.
What though there were great Sahara s
of darkness, Jesus could illume them.
What though I get weary on the way,
Christ could lift me on his omnipotent
shoulder. What though there were
chasms to cross, ’ is hand could trans
port me. Then let Stephen’s prayer be
my dying litany, “Lord Jesus, receive
my spirit.” It may be in that hour we
will be too feeble te say a long prayer.
Tt may be in that hour we will not be
able to say the Lord’s Prayer, for it
has seven petitions. Perhaps we may
be too feeble even to say the infant
prayer our mothers taught us, which
John Quincy Adams, 70 years of age,
said every night when he put his head
upon his pillow:
Now I lay me down to sleep.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
We may be too feeble to employ either
of these familiar forms, but this prayer
of Stephen is so short, is so concise, is
so earnest, is so comprehensive, we sure¬
ly will be able to say that “Lord Jesus,
receive my spirit.” Oh, if that prayer is
answered, how sweet it will be to die!
This world is clever enough to us. Per¬
haps it has treated ns a great deal bet¬
ter than we deserved to be treated, bnt
if on the dying pillow there shall break
the light of that better world we shall
have no more regret than about leaving
a small, dark, damp house for one large,
beautiful and capacious. That dying
minister in Philadelphia some years ago
beautifully depicted it when in the last
moment he threw up his hands and
cried out, “I move into the light!”
Asleep.
Pass on now, and I will show you one
more picture, and that is Stephen asleep.
With a pathos and simplicity peculiar to
the Scriptures, the text says of Stephen,
“He fell asleep.” “Oh,” you say, “what
a place that was to sleep! A hard rock
under him, stones falling down upon
him, the blood streaming, the mob howl¬
ing. What a place it was to sleep!”
And yet my text takes that symbol of
slumber to describe his departure, so
sweet was it, so contented was it, so
peaceful was it. Stephen had lived a
very laborious life. His chief work had
been to care for the poor. How many
loaves of bread he had distributed, how
many bare feet he had sandaled, how
many’ cots of sickness and distress he
had blessed with ministries of kindness
and love, I do not know. Yet from vhe
way he lived, and the way he preached,
and the way he died, I know he was a
laborious Christian. But that is all
over now. He has pressed the cup to
the last fainting lip. He has taken the
last insult from his enemies. The last
stone to whose crushing weight he is
susceptible has been hurled. Stephen
is dead! The disciples come! They take
him up! They wash away the blood
from the wounds. They straighten out
the bruised limbs, They brush back
the tangled hair from the brow, and
then they pass around to look upon the
calm countenance of him who had lived
for the poor and died for the truth.
Stephen asleep!
I have seen the sea driven with the
hurricane until the tangled foam caught
in the rigging, and wave rising above
wave seemed as if about t( ) storm
heavens, and then I hay th.
e seen the letup.
! *' s * ar °P, and the waves crouch
i everything become smooth and bur ' v, Ud
as though a camping place for the el '
,,f heaven. So I have ’° t Iie ■ *
whose life has seen a inaa,
been tossed and drnen
coming down at last to an infinite
bl wb ich there was a hush of heaven's calm,
lullaby. Stephen asleep!
1 saw such a one. He fought all
days against poverty and against b »
They traduced his ah Me
name. They J■!?
at the doorknob while he was dvi ne
duns for debts he could not pay'
peace of God brooded piii yet th
over his ow sod
while the world faded, heaven d«
and the deepening twilight ,^“ w - M
night was only the of 1 / !
heaven's opening twil lg a t ° £
morn. Not a sigh. Not a 'eat.
Not a struggle. Hush! «. Stephen . asleep
1 have not the faculty is many have
to tell the weather, I can never
by the setting sun whether ther tell
a drouth not. T I e win be
or cannot tell bv the
blowing of the wind whether it W i U he
fair weather or foul on the morrow R
I can prophesy, and I will "*
what weather it will be p ro „ he
when ’
Christian, to die. you fh ^
come You mav h ^
it very rough now. It may be this
week one annoyance, the next another
annoyance. It may be this ve ar
bereavement, the next another - one
meat. But at the last Christ bereave
in aud darkness will come
will go out. •^■nd though
there may be no hand to close
eyes and no breast which your
on to rest you
dying head, and no candle to lift
night, the odors of God’s hanging gar
den will regale your soul and
No bedside more will rents halt to the chariots of the line
pay, no more agouy
because flour has gone up, no more strue
gle with “the world, the flesh and the
devil,” but peace—long, deep, everlasting
peace. Stephen asleep! *
Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep,
From which none ever wake to weep;
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Uninjured by the last of foes.’
Asleep in Jesus, far from thee
Thy kindred and thy graves may be,
But there is still a blessed sleep,
From which none ever wake to weep.
You have seen enough for one day
No one can successfully examine mote
than five pictures in a day. Therefore
we stop, having seen this cluster of di¬
vine Raphaels—Stephen gazing j nto
heaven, Stephen looking at Christ, Steph¬
en stoned, Stephen in his dying prayer
Stephen asleep.
THE CONSTITUTIONAL CONVENTION.
The Proceeding* Were Only of •
Routine Character.
By Southern Associated Press.
Columbia, S. C., Sept, li The Con¬
stitutional convention was in session
only an hour and a half today, and
there was nothing of interest in the
proceedings, most of the work wa«
merely of a routine char
acter, no end of new ot
dinances were introduced, and pro¬
vision was made after a wrangle for
the establishment of rather a unique
engrossing department. T. E. Miller,
the colored congressman of a few years
ago, presented a contest on behalf of
a negro delegation from Williamsburg
county, referred to the committee on
suffrage. Col. Robt. Aldrich intro¬
duced a complete constitution which
was referred. It is intended to pre¬
vent negroes from even holding an of¬
fice in the State, An anti-divorce or
dinance was also introduced, an im¬
portant ordinance was also presented
looking to the preventing of railroad
corporations from securing control ot
parallel and competing lines.
Gov. Tillman introduced an ordi¬
nance providing for the establishment
of a new county, to be known as Man
Gary county, in memory of Gen. Mart
Gary.
After the adjournment, the whole
body was photographed by Artist
Reckling in front of the Capitol. Mrs.
Virginia Durrant Young, president of
the State Equal Rights Association,
arrived today.
Mrs. Clay, the Kentucky suffragist
will arrive on Sunday. All committees
expect to get to work this afternoon.
The Bondage of the Treasury.
T,he Treasury gold reserve is again be¬
low the hundred million mark. Every,
body is waiting to know what the syndi¬
cate bankers are going to do about it.
This is an extraordinary spectacle and
one humiliating to every citizen. But it
to control the exchange market as they
please. They have made an enormous
profit upon one bond issue with a grand¬
motherly protective founction attached.
Why should they not now proceed to com¬
pel another bond issue and secure an
equally profitable guardianship of th*
Treasury for another term?
They have shown that they can arbi¬
trarily keep the rate of exchange above
the gold-shipping point. When the period
expires during which they had agreed to
protect the reserve, they have only to
keep up the price of sterling bills in order
to run the reserve down to a point where
the Treasury will have to invoke their
protection again and purchase it at an
extravagant price.
Is it not time for statesmanship to de¬
vise some way of rendering the Treasury
independent of such tutelage and enough pro¬
tection? Is there not intellect
in the administration to set the Treasury
free from this shameful bondage to bank¬
ers, this abject subjection to specula¬
tors? Is the Governernment to be “helu
up” again?—New York World.
Broad Hint.
“Sis’ll be down pretty soon,” said John
ny to young Mr. Hankinson. “It always
takes her a long time to put on her good
clothes."
There was a brief silence. It was brok¬
en by Johnny: good
“Some people think candy ain't
for little boys. It don’t never hurt me¬
lt sticks right to my lungs and makes
me grow.”—Chicago Tribune.