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FOR ALL SORTS AND CONDITIONS OL MEN.
STORY OF A BEAUTIFUL LIFE.
Only a baby with fluttering velvety
hands, rose petal lips and dream
kissed eye —love’s evangel, a dainty
slumbering little queen whose every
wish is anticipated and about whose
throne the brightest and best of the
realm bis gathered I Sleeping, waking,
her rule is absolute, love and loyalty
are the watchwords of her subjects
—only a baby loved and caressed!
Only a little maid with windtossed
curls, sun-browned cheeks, eye* that
sparkle with delight or darken with
sorrows and mysteries of childhood —
a little fledgling of the home, whose
cheering songs and winsome ways
lighten the care and rob labor of
“eariness and transform sacrifices
into privileges! Only a little maid
with wonderful eyes wide open to the
dawn 1
Only a bride, whiterobed and
beautiful, going away from a love
that is tried and true to gladden an
other home; to begin the new untried
life, the life of fond hopes and glori
fied dreams! A hush, a few irrevoca
ble words and the future whose rich
est tints will be mingled in the crm>
ible of love begun! Only a wife, hon
ored and beloved —an uncrowned
queen in her native domain, the gold
of whose character shines brightest
when the clouds of adversity hang
lowest! Comforter whose hands with
equal tenderness have smoothed from
the brow of manhood its lines of care
and dried from the cheeks of child
hood its tears —only a wife, a woman
ly sovereign in the realm of home!
Only a mother, faded and old, the
once luxurious hair is fast whitening
and thin. The fullness and bloom of
youth have given place to the wrin
kles and pallor of age—the hands
that once so deftly did service for
others lack their accustomed skill.
The feet that sped quickly on errands
of love move with hesitancy of years
—but the eyes, the window of the
soul, beam with the love light and,
like “The King’s Daughter,” she is
all glorious within. Only a darling
mother with folded hands and face
turned to sunset skies waiting to go
from labor to rest, waiting to cross
over to the home of the blest! —Un-
known.—Weekly Visitor.
SOME NEW KINDS OF DEMO
CRATS.
There are more kinds of Demo
crats today than could have been
dreamed of in any one’s philosophy
a generation ago. Latest of all is
the Watson Democrat. This species
thrives in Georgia, Alabama and Mis
sissippi, where the individual includ
ed under it is defined as a Populist
who enters Democratic primaries for
the purpose of electing or defeating
candidates designated by the Hon.
Thomas E. Watson, some time Pop
ulist candidate for President. That
Watson Democrats played a highly
important part in the Hoke. Smith
landslide is universally admitted; in
deed, some papers, headed by The
Atlanta Constitution, have gone so
far as to assert that Mr. Watson is
now the real political master of Geor
gia. In the Mississippi senatorial pri
mary Watsonites all but succeeded in
nominating Governor Vardaman over
John Sharp Williams. Mississippi
Populists still muster 15,000 to 20,-
000 votes, and in Mr. Williams’ lan
guage, they “took their marching or-
WATSON’S WEEKLY JEFFERSONIAN.
ders from Tom Watson.” Said Mr.
Williams in a recent address at Ya
zoo City:
“There is one great benefit that
.has been attained by this lesson
taught by the late primary. The plan
of Tom Watson and his adherents to
capture the Democratic organization
in this State by holding the balance
of power between Democrats came so
very near being successful that the
plan itself has been exposed and the
eyes of the Democrats who love their
party have been opened. They will
not be caught napping again.
Hereafter, I take it, that if a
man’s vote is challenged on
the ground that In? is not a
Democrat, some regulation of the par
ty or law of the State will require
him at least to give his word of hon
or that he is a Democrat and not a
Republican, or a Democrat and not a
populist, or a Democrat and not a
Socialist. I have been told that
many would answer falsely. I do
not believe that. I believe, of course,
that some would, but not many, and
if it turned out that many would so
answer falsely then the Democrats
would still have the game in their own
hands. Let them keep a watchful eye
and when a candidate before a party
primary shows evidence of catering
to that, element let the sole result
be an absolute unification of the
Democrats against him.”
So much for the Watson Democrat.
Another species recntly announced is
the black-belt Democrat. This lat
ter, however, has long been as the
sands of the sea in number and can
be termed new only in name. He ap
pears to be simply the Democrat
whose political affiliations are un
changeably fixed by the race ques
tion.
New species of the genus Democrat
are being continually discovered
these days. The Observer will not
fail to keep its readers informed of
further developments in this now im
portant branch of political science.—
Charlotte Observer.
GERMANY’S PARCELS POST.
Speaking of a parcels post, and
looking forward to the fight expected
on this subject in the next congress,
you will be interested to know more
about the parcels post systems of
other countries.
The parcels post system of Ger
many leads the world.
It carries packages weighing as
much as 110 pounds. People send
chickens by mail, or eggs, or swine,
or fish. Sometimes school boys even
mail their linen home to be washed
and returned.
Germany has had some kind of a
parcels post ever since the days of
Maximilian L It is perhaps natur
al that she should therefore have
forged ahead of the rest of the world
in the development of this last public
service.
The German postoffices use the
zone system. Around each distribut
ing center are imaginary circles, at
10 miles, 20 miles, 50, 100 and 150.
An 11-pound package will be carried
anywhere in the first zone for 6 cents,
and anywhere through the whole em
pire for 12 cents.
Parcels weighing as much as 11
pounds, when mailed within a city,
are delivered anywhere in that city
for 2 1-2 cents, though a rural deliv
ery may cost as much as 5 cents.
Postal parcels may be mailed just
as our ordinary letters are mailed, or
they may be registered, or sent spe
cial delivery, or C. O. D. In the last
case the government collects the mon
ey, charges a small fee and returns
the collection to the original sender.
A small extra payment insures that
the parcel will be sent by a fast lim
ited train and delivered by a special
messenger.
Germany’s business men consider
the system indispensable. They say
they could not get along without it.
In 1904 the German postoffice hand
led 3,894,899,000 pieces of mail mat
ter. At the end of the year the post
office was $14,624,094 ahead.
Probably it would be a long time
before our rates could be as low as
Germany’s, because the German rail
roads are obliged to carry parcels
weighing 11 pounds and less without
cost to the government.
In England, where the parcels post
is not nearly so thoroughly develop
ed, the railroads take 55 per cent of
the parcels post charges. But even
England has far outstripped Ameri
ca, for she carries one pound for 6
cents, two pounds for 8 cents and 11
pounds for 24 cents, though she lim
its her postal parcels to 11 pounds.
In 1885 she began extending the" par
cels post system to her colonies.
Even little Japan has a parcels
post, with a maximum of about 12
pounds, carrying 1 1-2 pounds for 5
cents and the maximum for 25 cents.
And what have we?
A postal service which carries our
merchandise, provided it does not
weigh more than four pounds, for 1
cent per ounce, and some half dozen
express companies who have made
practically the same rate, and who
admit unblushingly that the only rea
son they made it was to compete with
the government.
When the fight comes in congress,
remember that there are exactly as
many arguments against an Ameri
can parcels post as there are Ameri
can express companies paying big
dividends.—Dallas Dispatch.
SPEAKING OF LARGE FINES—
HOW DOES THIS FINE IM
PRESS YOU?
The Standard Oil Trust was fined
twenty-nine millions. It hasn’t paid
the fine, and, as we remarked before,
it won’t pay it.
If you ask why it won’t pay it,
the answer is simple. The Standard
Oil is going to take this fine and drag
it through all the courts in sight,
slowly and deliberately. Somewhere
on the road a weak spot will be found.
That fine won’t be paid at least unless
the people shall keep their minds on
the matter, and that is the most un
likely of all things.
The twenty-nine-million-dollar fine
has fired the imagination of proud
America. We have the biggest riv
ers, the biggest waterfall, the biggest
fortunes, the biggest farce in the way
of government by the peojjJe, for it is
really government by Trusts; and now
we have the biggest fine on record.
But is that fine of twenty-nine mil
lion dollars inflicted on the Standard
Oil so very great?
You know what the fine amounts to
—less than three per cent of Mr.
Rockefeller’s own individual fortune.
It amounts to less than one-twen
tieth part of the net cash that the
Standard Oil has taken out of the
people in the last few years.
If you want to hear about a really
big fine, a fine that was of ridiculous
size, and out of all proportion, just
read about Mr, F. W. Bates, of Quin
cy, Illinois.
Mr. Bates had various things. He
had an appetite, but that would not
have made him commit a crime.
He liked money like any Standard
Oil magnate, but that would not have
driven him to crime. He had a sick
young wife, and that did make a
criminal of him.
Blind to all the lessons of Trust
management, Mr. Bates stole twen
ty cents’ worth of milk and took it
home to his wife, who drank it.
They caught him and arrested him.
And they fined him $12.90.
Now that is what you can really
call a big fine.
When you take a man who has a
sick wife and less than nothing in the
way of property, and when you fine
him twelve hundred and ninety cents
for taking twenty cents, you are real
ly showing what majestic law can do
when it gets excited.
The Standard Oil was fined less
than five per cent of its recent prof
its.
Bates, of Quincy, Illinois, was fined
twelve hundred and ninety times as
much money as he had —and more
too, for he didn’t even have’ a cent.
Whether Bates will pay his fine or
not, we don’t know, but we dare say
he will pay it before the Standard
Oil pays its fine.
When the judge who fined him ten
dollars and the costs amounting to
two dollars and ninety cents heard
Bate’s story, he was inclined to be
lenient. It seemed that Bates and
his sick wife were expecting an im
portant family arrival, and the doc
tor had said that the anemic wife
must have fresh milk.
Bates built a comical sort of bi
cycle out of old odds and ends that
boys had given him. He tried to poll
it. But he couldn’t get anything for
it. It was good, however, to ride on
for a Tittle while. He rode to the
prosperous quarter, and saw twenty
cents’ worth of milk standing in an
areaway.
The judge gave him until Septem
ber 16 to raise the money and pay
the fine, which was very kind; ho
might have sent him to jail.
This will seem comical some day,
when really intelligent men of the fu
ture read our history.
We fine one man less than three
per cent of what he has, and we all
understand that he won’t pay it —
although the crimes of his corpora
tion have been serious, a drain up
on every pocket in the land.
And every day we take thousands
of men and fine them more than the
total amount of their possessions, and
lock them up promptly if they don't
pay.
All this must mean complicated
bookkeeping for the Angel Gabriel.—
N. Y. Journal.
Carrie Nation has been sent to
prison in Washington for seventy-five
days. What Carrie appears to need
most is a permanent sentence.