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PAGE FOURTEEN 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.