At sixty Marshall, Maxwell Fair’s solicitor, found himself a bachelor,
a solicitor with an income of twenty thousand pounds and a very decided
attachment for his few wealthy clients and an aversion to new ones. Long
past the necessity of accepting new clients, Marshall, like so many old
Templars, asked for nothing but to be let alone among his books and
cronies in the Inner Temple, and allowed to spend his brief holidays at
his shooting-box by the Norfolk Broads.
It was with no very good grace, therefore, that he returned to town on
that wet Sunday in response to an absurdly urgent telegram from Fair,
whose usual business was exactly to old Marshall’s taste, since it
consisted of drawing perfunctory documents having to do with real estate,
and never involving critical issues of any sort.
But the snug thousands which Fair’s enormous interests brought to him
annually made it impolitic to ignore his most uncharacteristic bit of
hysterics. Accordingly, after dining in gloomy solitude at his quiet
little chop-house, Marshall surprised his laundress by turning up at
his chambers in the Inner Temple at nine o’clock on Sunday evening in a
crusty temper. Fair would arrive at ten, so Marshall settled down for an
hour with Browne’s “Religio Medici,” when to an irritating knock he sang
out a curt, “Come in! come in!” and a lady entered.
“Mr. Marshall, I believe?” said the lady.
“Yes, madam,” replied Marshall, rising; “but my business hours—In fact, I
am engaged—just leaving, you know—and, besides, I expect a gentleman by
appointment at any moment.”
“I venture to think that, whatever his business may be, you will consider
my case the one requiring immediate attention,” quietly answered the
lady, seating herself, although the old solicitor had not suggested her
doing so.
“Case? Case?” exclaimed Marshall. “Why, bless us all, I haven’t taken any
new cases in years. Couldn’t think of it, madam.”
“But,” returned the lady vehemently, “a crime has been committed, and I——”
“Crime, you say?” shouted Marshall as if he were being insulted. “Good
heavens, my good woman, do you imagine that I am interested in crime?”
“But Mr. Fair has, I think, some claim upon your advice and counsel?”
replied the lady, with the assurance of one who trumps an ace.
“Mr. Fair has certainly every claim upon me,” answered Marshall, sitting
down and becoming the cautious and alert barrister at once, “and I trust
you will appreciate my unwillingness to discuss anything concerning my
clients with strangers.”
“Strangers?” cried the woman, with such eagerness that Marshall began to
fear all sorts of possible female entanglement. “Why, sir, I am his—I
mean, I know Mr. Fair very well.”
“Really, madam,” protested the solicitor, now thoroughly certain that
this woman and the urgent telegram were unpleasantly related. “Really,
you know, I must beg you will call at some other time. Allow me to see
you to your carriage.”
“It will be necessary for you to hear me,” replied the lady firmly. “I
see that you do not remember me, but we have met before. You were at Mr.
Fair’s place in Norfolk about five years ago. You were presented to Mrs.
Maxwell Fair. Well, I am she.”
“Upon my word, dear madam,” exclaimed Marshall, jumping up, “I did,
indeed, fail to recognize you. That’s a sign I’m getting old, is it not?
This is an honor, really.”
“Alas, sir, I fear that you will think it anything but that,” replied
Mrs. Fair nervously. “I desire to state before going into the matter
which brought me here that I am not the wife of Mr. Maxwell Fair—Mr.
Fair never married. I see that this fills you with amazement—pray, don’t
misjudge him. Believe me, Mr. Fair deserves your deepest regard and
admiration. My children are not his children. He has been a father, a
brother, a chivalrous protector—that is all.”
“But, my dear madam, this is quite beyond belief,” stammered the
solicitor.
“It is the truth, as you will learn presently from him. I came here
simply to tell you that, whatever Mr. Fair may say, my crime does not
involve him, as it would of course do if I were his wife. Now for my
story.”
“I must remind you, Mrs. Fair,” interrupted Marshall sternly, “that if
your crime, as you choose to call it, is to the prejudice to Mr. Fair,
I must decline to hear your statement, as, in the event of any issue
arising, I must, of course, act on his and not on your behalf.”
“But it is not a question as between Mr. Fair and me,” answered Mrs.
Fair. “The simple and horrible fact is I killed a man yesterday—a Cuban
named Pablo Mendes—a wretch who had blasted my life. He dared to pursue
me even into my protector’s house. He heaped the foulest insults upon Mr.
Fair and the children and me—so, in a mad access of frenzy and horror, I
shot and instantly killed him. I desire to give myself up to the police.
What shall I do, sir?”
Marshall was walking up and down now with his hands clasped behind his
back, and for several moments he did not answer. Then he said as he stood
confronting her: “If there were no witnesses, and the man can be proved
to have been your traducer and persecutor, it would not be difficult
to set up a powerful defense. He invaded your house, demanded money,
threatened you—or, wait, wait—I have it! On failing to extort the money,
he attacked you, and you, having anticipated just such an assault, had
taken the precaution to be armed—and shot him down for the blackguard he
was. Why, my dear Mrs. Fair, a jury would acquit you without leaving the
courtroom.”
“Ah, but the facts are not as you state them,” cried Mrs. Fair, rising
and grasping the old man’s hand feverishly. “There was no attack. And,
oh, sir, I did it! I did it! I say I! Take me to the police—and make
them believe that it was I—or—or—well, I can’t tell you now, but unless
you make them believe me, something most horrible will occur. Do this—do
this, Mr. Marshall, for God’s sake.”
“But we must consider this from every side,” replied Marshall, getting
Mrs. Fair into a seat again and continuing his walk. “Give me a little
time to think it out. Could you manage to return early in the morning?
You are evidently very ill. Rest will refresh you—and, moreover, nothing
can be done wisely tonight.”
“Very well—but tell me that you believe me—tell me that,” implored Mrs.
Fair, rising to go. She was indeed nearly at the end.
“Of course I must accept your statement,” answered Marshall with much
gentleness. “Yet it by no means follows that the consequences need be
what you apprehend. Allow me to show you down to your carriage.”
“Here is my statement,” she said as she placed a document on the table
and took the arm which the old solicitor offered her. “Act upon it,
sir—it is a woman’s last story—written in her blood and that of her
children. Act upon it, sir, act upon it—no matter what Mr. Fair says.”
“I promise nothing, madam,” replied Marshall, leading her to the door.
“You are in no condition to take the best or the wisest view of this
most incredible affair. Depend upon it, I shall act only for your best
interest and that of Mr. Fair. Come.”
He led her down to the street and, after seeing her safely to her
carriage, slowly retraced his steps into the quiet precincts of the
Temple. When about to enter the door at the foot of his worn stairs, two
men came walking quickly from the thoroughfare without, and one of them,
recognizing him, said: “This is my friend Allyne—Lord Linklater’s son,
you know, Mr. Marshall. May we have a few minutes of your time?—very
urgent matter!”
“Travers?” said Marshall as he caught sight of his face under the gas
lamp. “What on earth brings you to this old graveyard at this time? I
know your honored father, Lord Linklater, Mr. Allyne. Come up, gentlemen.”
Once more the solicitor entertained no very pleasant conjectures as to
the purpose of his visitors, whom he knew to be close personal friends of
Maxwell Fair’s. The whole departure was as upsetting as it was sudden.
“Rather a beastly time to intrude upon you, Mr. Marshall,” said Travers
apologetically as they seated themselves in Marshall’s library.
“And on the beastliest sort of business,” put in Allyne.
Mr. Marshall, finding nothing particular to say, remained silent.
“We were asked to come here this evening by Mr. Maxwell Fair,” said
Travers, explaining. “He will be here at ten o’clock.”
“Yes?” softly remarked the imperturbable lawyer; “then we will wait.”
“The deuce you say,” protested Allyne in spite of the signal from
Travers. “Why, we came ahead of him expressly.”
“Shut up, Allyne,” broke in Travers. “Fair knows that we are here, Mr.
Marshall—in fact, we came rather at his suggestion. He gave us full
permission to speak to you.”
“I shall, of course, be very glad to hear anything that you may deem it
desirable to tell me. Pray proceed,” said Marshall not very eagerly.
“Well, then, sir, it is with the utmost sorrow that we have to tell you
that we are convinced poor Fair has become suddenly insane on a certain
dreadful subject,” went on Travers, irritated by Marshall’s manner.
“Ah, there we shall have to move very slowly—very—slowly,” said Marshall
when Travers stopped. “Mr. Fair is thought to be of unsound mind on a
number of subjects by a number of persons. He is so successful, you
know—so original, that others who are merely British fail to understand
him. Moreover, Fair is unselfish, sympathetic, altruistic—and of course
appears mad to our smug, hoggish world.”
“Damn it,” exclaimed Allyne, “that’s all, as you say, but the dear fellow
has gone clean off his head this time, you know. You just wait until
Travers gives you the details.”
“I am waiting,” answered Marshall calmly.
“Before we come to that,” said Travers in answer to Marshall’s look, “I
believe, Mr. Marshall, that you knew Fair’s father, did you not?”
“Intimately—and his grandfather also. What of them?”
“What sort were they?”
“Very much like Fair—both were thought mad.”
“In what way? They were men of tremendous will power and fixity of
purpose, were they not? I have reason for asking.”
“Quite so. They were idealists, dreamers, monomaniacs—but why?”
“I thought as much. The stuff martyrs are made of. Tell us about them, if
you don’t mind, Mr. Marshall,” said Travers, unaccountably insistent.
“Very well,” began Marshall, really glad to be able thus to kill time
until Fair arrived. “His grandfather got it into his head that he
was bound in honor to extricate his publishers—he was an author, you
know—from their financial difficulties, although it was clearly proved in
court that they had only their own speculative folly to thank for their
failure. Well, poor old Fair lost his all and even mortgaged the Norfolk
estates. In spite of his solicitors, he pressed forward eagerly to ruin,
and died perfectly happy in the knowledge that he had lived up to his
ideal. Mad—stark mad!”
“By Jove, it sounds like Fair all over again!” exclaimed Allyne.
“Yes,” went on the old lawyer, warming to his favorite work of decrying
idealism of every sort. “Yes, gentlemen, and our Mr. Fair’s father was
no better than his grandfather. He spent the first half of his life in
freeing the estates from their heavy encumbrances—and the second half in
throwing away all that he had accumulated in the first. His specialty was
young geniuses—any kind of young genius, musical, literary, artistic.
Any chap who could not get an editor to print his stuff could count on
Fair bringing out an _édition de luxe_ at his own expense. And any young
woman had but to get her mother to tell him with tears in her eyes that
she had wonderful musical promise and away she would go to Germany to be
educated—of course at Fair’s expense. You probably know that he died in
lodgings in Mile End, where he had removed in order to live among those
whom he, poor old dreamer, imagined would appreciate his sympathy. He
left our Mr. Fair nothing but the estates heavily mortgaged again.”
“And Maxwell is a chip of the old block,” commented Travers when the
solicitor stopped. “But Mr. Marshall, he has done more than either his
father or grandfather in the way of self-effacement. His life is one long
tragedy for an idea. That is bad enough. But now he proposes actually to
destroy himself for it. Unless we can prevent it, he will die.”
“Good heavens,” cried Marshall, unable to treat the terrible intensity
on Travers’s face with his customary calmness. “It’s not quite so bad as
that. What, in the name of reason, is the man about now?”
“Listen,” said Travers, glad to have at last roused the stoical man of
law from his leathery, noncommittal expression, “Fair declares that he
has committed a crime which will send him to the gallows— Why, what ails
you?”
Travers stopped and stared at the lawyer, who was strangely delighted by
his last few words. Marshall’s acute mind had evidently been scouting.
“Nothing,” replied Marshall, regaining his quiet manner; “I was thinking
of a similar case that once came to my notice. Go on.”
“There is no evidence against him, and yet the wretched victim of his own
high-flown notions is determined to go ahead to destruction. For God’s
sake, sir, help us to prevent this, even by placing him in a madhouse.”
Travers saw that his words touched the old man, but that professional
caution and habitual reserve were restraining him from avowing his
purpose, whatever it might be.
This angered Allyne, who broke in with the sneering comment: “The law
keeps no end of rascals from getting their richly deserved medicine. I
think it’s a jolly beastly outrage if it can’t prevent an innocent man
from hanging himself.”
“The ways of the law,” answered Marshall, with cold judicial accent,
“the ways of the law, Mr. Allyne, are not as our ways. The law proceeds
without sentiment or bias, and must go straight to its object in the
light of fact.”
“But, I tell you, the facts can’t be as Fair states them to be, don’t
you know,” retorted Allyne hotly, galled by the lawyer’s coolness and
formality.
“Then Mr. Fair has nothing to fear,” quietly replied Marshall. “It is ten
o’clock. Fair is a punctual man—he will be here immediately. Suppose that
we allow him to explain himself.”
“I’ll be hanged if I will let him go too far. Why, gentlemen, this is
monstrous! Do you mean to say, Marshall, that you——?”
A knock interrupted Allyne, and immediately Fair came in, looking not at
all as though he could possibly be the subject of his friend’s anxiety.
“I’m awfully sorry,” Fair began, “to learn from your laundress,
Marshall, that my telegram brought you back to town from the country. I
promise you it won’t happen again.”
“Nonsense,” returned Marshall, studying Fair closely, “I was only too
glad of an excuse to come back to town. You know, we old Templars don’t
enjoy the country—been caged here too long for that. Sit down, dear
fellow. What can I get up for you—sherry?”
“Thanks, nothing for me. Perhaps the others——”
“Lord, no!” roared Allyne before Marshall could ask.
“Well, then, to the point,” said Fair, seating himself calmly and
lighting a cigar with the air of a director of a company about to discuss
the treasurer’s report. “Travers has told you, Marshall?”
“Nothing,” answered the solicitor. “We were discussing peculiarities of
temperament. I was just telling your friends what people used to say of
your father. You know, we are all mad on some subject.”
“I see,” replied Fair, smiling. “Allyne has mentioned madness and
madhouses, I should say, about once every five minutes all day long.”
“Yes, and we mean it,” thundered Allyne. “At it now. This is rum.”
“I can put the facts before you in a word, Marshall,” said Fair.
“Do so. I am all attention,” returned the lawyer, settling back into
his chair with a puzzling look, in which there was certainly a trace of
amusement not easily explained.
“Some Cuban gentlemen have been extorting blackmail from certain
aristocratic families,” went on Fair in a monotone, “and they had,
without my knowledge, frightened Mrs. Fair into paying them considerable
sums. The leader of the gang, one Pablo Mendes, came to my house
yesterday, and finding him in the library with Mrs. Fair I killed him.”
“Proceed,” said Marshall when Fair paused to note the effect of his
announcement, speaking with so much coolness that Fair jumped up and
went on fiercely: “I tell you, I shot him down like a dog—murdered him
in cold blood. The servants heard the report of the pistol. Travers came
in a moment after the shooting and saw the pistol still warm. I hid the
man’s body in a chest in the library, from which it was taken by somebody
today—so any effort on my part to delay the hand of justice would be
ridiculous. What shall I do?”
“Nothing!” exclaimed Marshall. Then he added, as if regretting the
unguarded word: “That is, I can’t advise you until I know more. Go on.”
“That’s the game, Marshall,” put in Allyne, pleased by the lawyer’s
manifest incredulity. “Fair, you idiot, do you fancy that everybody has
gone off his head just because you have?”
“Oh, please, Mr. Allyne,” said Marshall deprecatingly.
“You take this rather coolly, I must say, Marshall,” remarked Fair when
Travers had succeeded in pushing Allyne into a chair.
“I find coolness conducive to clear thinking,” replied Marshall.
“Well, then, I have nothing further to say. I have murdered a man. I
have neither the heart nor the wish to set up a defense. Were I to clear
myself by technicalities, it would become the duty of the police to try
to establish the guilt of someone else. Would you have me sit by quietly,
while they drew the net of skilfully devised circumstantial evidence
around some innocent person? And to whom else could suspicion point? My
servants—or, God help her, the woman who is known as my wife, and who is
the noblest soul I ever met? If you cannot meet my arguments, I shall go
at once to the police and surrender myself.”
“There will be plenty of time for all that,” replied Marshall, showing so
little feeling that Allyne was on the point of breaking out again. “The
police would not believe your story, I fear. You see, my dear fellow,
your case is by no means unique. Only a very little while ago one very
much like it was brought to my attention. A murder—or at all events, a
death, had occurred. Suspicion pointed strongly to one of two persons—a
gentleman of eccentric character, and the woman whom he had loved in
early youth. Now mark the dramatic interest. Each of them confessed the
crime to save the other, but, of course, as they both could not have been
guilty, the court refused to entertain the charge against either. There
was no evidence except the bogus confession of the two. I mention this
case only to show you that too hasty action on your part now may spoil
everything—and you may not be allowed the luxury of hanging.”
“But, Marshall,” said Fair, “the cases are not even remotely similar.
Others will testify that I had the most powerful motives for my crime,
and, unless I should be dastard enough to lie, nobody else can be
suspected. Lopez knows that Mendes was my enemy. Janet knows that I was
in the room when the murder was done. Travers knows that a pistol, which
he identified as mine, had been discharged a few minutes before he saw
me—at the very time that the servants heard the report in the library.
Moreover, somebody discovered the body of my victim where I had hid
it. On top of all this I confess the awful fact. What more can the law
possibly require? You believe what I tell you, do you not?”
“Not one word of it!” fairly cried Marshall.
“Marshall,” Fair replied with terrible earnestness, “you say you doubt my
word. Such a statement must be explained.”
“Certainly,” returned Marshall, now thoroughly in control of his
feelings. “I will explain. I doubt your story because of its inherent
improbability. Further, I doubt it because I knew your father, because
I know yourself, and am aware that not even a shameful death on the
gibbet could deter you from any purpose which you had come to think your
destiny. Again, I doubt it because I know who the real murderer of Mendes
is.”
The three men who heard these last slow, calm words sprang to their feet
together, Fair quivering with a nameless horror, and his two friends
delirious with joy.
Fair steadied himself against the lawyer’s table and said: “Marshall,
this is not the time when you can play with me. I tell you to your face,
that when you say that you know who the murderer is, you lie.”
The old man showed how deeply the insult cut into him, and facing the
young man with his own face as white as Fair’s, he retorted: “Your
father’s son can go very far with me, but no man can give me the lie.
Recall that word, Fair.”
Travers looked imploringly at Fair as he replied.
“I do recall it—and beg your pardon,” said Fair eagerly. “I also demand
an explanation of your singular conduct.”
“If you will all sit down,” replied the solicitor, “I will prove that I
am right. But before I do so I want to say that in all my life I never
heard of such sublime devotion, such utterly disinterested heroism.
Gentlemen, nothing will ever be more of an honor to us than to be called
the friends of Maxwell Fair.”
“Hear, hear!” shouted Allyne, but Travers said quietly to Marshall: “I
fear this is scarcely kind of you just now—look at his face.”
The old lawyer looked at Fair, and going over to him grasped his hand.
“Forgive me, boy,” he said, “but I meant each word. To end this dreadful
business I have merely to state that the unhappy creature who sent
the scoundrel to his doom came here not an hour ago and made a full
confession.”
“And on my honor I swear that every word she said was false,” said Fair.
“You, at least, believe me?” asked Marshall, turning to Travers.
“Most assuredly,” replied Travers.
Fair wheeled round at him, saying: “My God, are you men English gentlemen
and going to allow an innocent woman to be hanged in order to save me?”
“I seem to hear your father speak in you,” remarked Marshall, “yet there
is this difference, Fair. He would have died for a great purpose, but
never for a lie or to defeat the ends of justice.”
Fair winced at this, and Travers said: “That’s the line, Marshall.”
“Not a word he has said can move me,” went on Fair, rising. “I want no
man’s forced friendship. I have decided on a course. You choose to allow
me to pursue it alone. Good-bye.”
He spoke with such feeling, and moved toward the door with so much
majesty, that none of them attempted to stop him.
Before he reached the door it was opened and a closely cropped head
appeared, and a soft, insinuating cockney voice said: “Beg pardon, I’m
sure. Ferret, gentlemen; Ferret, of Scotland Yard.”
“You see, Marshall, others are not as incredulous as you. I am the man
you want, Mr. Ferret,” said Fair as the detective came in and sat down.
“I’ll attend to you, sir, in a minute,” replied Ferret jauntily. “Perhaps
these gentlemen will try a cigar in the gardens for a few minutes.”
“Oh, never mind them,” quickly returned Fair; “they know all. Proceed.”
“But you see, sir, they _don’t_ know all,” replied Ferret.
“I think, Fair, that we would better let this man speak to you alone,”
said Marshall, rising.
Ferret interposed: “I shall ask you to stop, if you don’t mind, Mr.
Marshall.”
“As you like,” answered Marshall.
Travers and Allyne went downstairs after shaking Fair’s hand with very
much mixed feelings.
Marshall and Fair turned to Ferret when the door was closed, and Fair
said sternly: “I see that you have been rather impudently examining that
sworn statement on the table there. It will save time if I tell you that
it is false. The lady wrote it under a nervous strain. It is totally
false.”
“Sure. It’s just as false as your own statement, Mr. Fair,” replied
Ferret, winking knowingly at the solicitor, who failed to appreciate the
fellow’s humor and resented his apparently unconscionable impertinence.
“What the devil do you mean?” asked Marshall angrily, yet with relief.
“I mean,” answered the cool one, “that, thanks to my little chum, it
now becomes my painful duty to admit that I suspected Mr. Fair until
about two hours ago. I now know that Mrs. Fair’s statement is false—and
likewise Mr. Fair’s also. It’s the other gent’s statement that is the
true one.”
“The other gentleman’s statement?” asked Fair fiercely. “Why, man, there
was no other man in the room when the shot was fired.”
“Oh, I say, come now, Mr. Fair,” smilingly protested Ferret. “The gent
as fired the shot was there, you know. You see, Mr. Marshall, it was
this way. Mendes had threatened Mrs. Fair, and she went out and got the
pistol, and at that moment Mr. Fair came into the room. Mendes shot
himself, and Mr. Fair, hearing the shot and seeing the smoking pistol in
Mrs. Fair’s hand, snatched it away from her and declared that it was he
and not her that did the killing. She came here tonight and swore it was
her, and now he comes and swears it was him. But Mendes swore just as he
was dying that it was himself—and the priest will testify to that.”
“But, my heavens, man, Mendes died at once. I hid his body in——”
“In the chest,” interrupted the detective, grinning. “Yes, I know all
about that. But, you see, Mendes did not die. He came to while you were
at dinner. Our fellows followed him to his lodgings in Soho—and today my
chum got hold of a letter that gave her the address, and she and I were
with him when he died an hour ago—yes, and Mrs. Fair is there now.”
While he was speaking Fair sank back into his chair, as if unconscious
of what was passing, but when Ferret paused he sprang up, crying,
“Marshall, did you ever hear of anything so unspeakably glorious as
Janet’s devotion?”
“Yes—once,” answered Marshall, with streaming eyes. “Your own, Fair.”
“But, Ferret,” went on Fair, when he had recovered his voice, “who is the
chum who so materially assisted you? And where is Mrs. Fair now?”
“Mrs. Fair is by Mendes’s bedside. My chum is——”
The door opened and Kate Mettleby came hurrying in, breathless and worn.
Ferret finished by saying: “My chum, gentlemen.”
“Oh, Mr. Fair,” began Kate, after Fair had presented Marshall to her with
a word of explanation, “have you heard? Janet is with him—with Señor
Mendes—it was awful—it was unbearably touching.”
“He is the father of her children, Kate,” said Fair gently, when Marshall
and Ferret quietly stole out, leaving them together.
“Yes, I know—and—Maxwell—there is something—oh, how can I tell you?
She came in and knelt by his bed with his head in her arms when the
priest told her that he was dead. She knelt there half an hour, and
when it was time for us to start to come here to meet you—Maxwell, can
you bear it?—when I went and touched her shoulder and told her to come
away—she—was dead.”
Kate’s head fell upon her folded arms on the table and her body shook
with the strain of the awful day’s events. Fair suffered her to cry
herself into a quieter state. Then he stooped and laying his hand on her
head, he said: “Kate, the children have no mother now.”
THE END
_All Gain_
TAPESON—How much did he make out of that stock company he formed?
TICKERLY—All that was put into it.
Educational Department
There are thousands of boys and girls, some in the schools and colleges,
some not, who are anxious to learn to develop themselves and RISE.
Many, many things they yearn to know which the class-room teachers do
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to start about it. For instance, they are suddenly required to write
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They have never read anything about it, perhaps. Therefore they inquire:
“Where can we get some literature on the subject?” These young people
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data upon which to construct their own argument.
When I was a boy I felt the need of that kind of help very keenly. How
was I to know what books contained the information sought? Who could tell
me? I soon found that teachers did not love to be bored by inquiries of
that character, and therefore I had to browse around in the library at
random for what was wanted. If the book needed was there, I generally
found it, after wasting much time in the search. If it was not there, as
frequently happened, I was at my row’s end. I had to debate without the
full preparation which should have been made.
To help out many a student who may be troubled as I used to be, I
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to direct the preparation of the student by telling him or her where the
necessary information can be had. It would, perhaps, not be improper for
me to suggest some general ideas on the subject to be discussed—these
ideas to be worked out and put in form by the student. Often I may render
good service to the boys and girls by telling them where the books they
need can be bought at the lowest price. It took me many years to learn
how to buy books, and it is a thing worth knowing—unless you have more
money than I ever had.
The letters written to me in this department will be published as
written; but the names of the writers will be withheld. Therefore, no
correspondent need be embarrassed in making inquiries. My replies will be
given in the Magazine.
Hereafter all letters asking for information—historical, literary,
political, economic—will be answered through the EDUCATIONAL DEPARTMENT.
T. E. W.
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UNIVERSITY SCHOOL, STONE MOUNTAIN, GA.,
April 17, 1905.
_Hon. Thos. E. Watson, Thomson, Ga._
DEAR SIR: Would you kindly contribute to your magazine an
article something like this:
“Should a young man enter politics?”
I have always had a strong desire to enter politics, and
have thought the matter over a long time, but have as yet
failed to reach a conclusion. If you can do me the very
great favor to advise me on this line you may feel assured
of my hearty appreciation.
Faithfully your friend,
C—— W——.
It all depends on the motive. A young man who feels the inclination
to enter politics for the purpose of contributing his share to honest
administration should, by all means, do so.
Government does not take care of itself any more than a cotton crop does.
Both require cultivation, management, head-work and hand-work.
We can never have good government unless good men become interested in
politics. Perhaps there is not a nobler calling known to man than that
of working for the public welfare in matters governmental—and this is
politics.
A high-minded, warm-hearted philanthropist, like Mr. J. G. Phelps-Stokes,
of New York, acts admirably when he ministers to the poor in the slums;
but his work is still more effective when he gives his thought and his
work to the removal of those abuses of government which produce the
greater part of the miseries of those slums.
The grandest task which human intellect can set for itself today is
the redemption of the government from the usurpers who have used the
machinery of government to enrich themselves and to plunder their less
fortunate brothers.
It is true that Henry Clay advised his sons, “Be dogs rather than
politicians,” but this exclamation was made when Mr. Clay was in a fury
of disappointment because he could not get to be President.
It is true that John C. Calhoun and Daniel Webster died broken and
disappointed men, but Mr. Webster had also set his heart upon being
President, and Mr. Calhoun had devoted himself to an impossible program.
If a young man enters politics for the mere sake of getting office or
personal advancement, his motives are sordid, and his life will be worth
nothing to his fellow-man and nothing creditable to himself; but, if in
conjunction with honorable ambition, he entertains the earnest desire to
be useful to the community in which he lives by exercising his energies
in political work, there is a glorious field for him.
If this combination of motives inspires you, my young friend, by all
means yield to your inclination and “enter politics.”
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DICKINSON COLLEGE, CARLISLE, PA.,
April 1, 1905.
_Mr. Thomas Watson,
121 West Forty-second Street, New York City._
DEAR SIR: Being in the midst of preparations for a
scholastic debate to be held here on the —th, kindly permit
me to ask your views on the following: Our question is,
“_Resolved_, that the Government should own and control all
the railway lines.”
What, in your opinion, are the strongest arguments to
sustain the affirmative side of this question?
Thanking you for this favor, I remain,
Very respectfully,
E——.
The strongest arguments in favor of government ownership of railroads
are:
_First._ Under modern conditions, the railroads are simply the public
highways over which freight and passengers must pass, and public highways
should never be owned by private citizens.
If freight and passengers go by water route, they must use navigable
rivers, bays, gulfs, oceans. These public waterways belong to the public,
and all men admit that they should.
Under modern conditions, freight and passengers are compelled to go
by rail. We have to use the railroads whether we want to or not. In
traveling any distance, it is no longer possible for the public to
transact business by the use of the dirt roads, consequently the
transportation lines are public in their nature and their uses, and
should belong to the public.
They were not built by private capital, as a rule. In almost every
case the railroads were paid for by public and private donations, and
the charters granted represented simply a license issued for a public
purpose; and of course that license can be revoked at any time, just
compensation for vested interests first having been paid.
_Second._ As now operated, the railroads are ruinously oppressive in
their charges. Enormous sums of money are being wrung from the people to
pay dividends on watered stock—a fictitious value which has no existence
except in ink on paper.
_Third._ Under the present system, the railroads have co-operated with
excessive tariff rates in building up the trust, which publicly says to
the people: “Pay my price for food, or starve”; “Pay my price for tools
to work with, or let your fields become deserts.”
By the secret rebate, by discriminations of one kind or another, the
independent operator has been driven out of the field everywhere and the
tyranny of the trusts established.
_Fourth._ It would remove the greater part of the corruption which is the
bane of our politics.
Railroad corporations maintain their lobbyists at the capital of the
nation and at the capital of every state. They corrupt representatives,
judges, aldermen, editors, politicians.
They finance national and local campaigns; their filthy finger-prints are
to be found on almost every page of our public record.
The only possible way to get rid of this is to remove the motive. Put the
railroads where the Post-Office Department is, and there will be no more
motive for rebates, discriminations and wholesale bribery than there is
in the operation of the Post-Office Department.
_Fifth._ Government ownership would make the service uniform, simplify it
in every way and save vast sums by the consolidation of all the various
lines into one great national system.
It would not need so many high-priced presidents, high-priced lawyers and
high-priced lobbyists.
One very intelligent writer upon this subject, C. Wood Davis, figures out
a saving of $160,000,000 on this item by consolidation.
Government ownership would abolish deadheadism.
Under our present system, the men who are most able to pay their way on
the railroad ride free. The man who is least able to pay, not only has to
pay for himself, but in the long run has to pay also for the deadheads
who ride free. This will become obvious to anybody who will think about
it for a moment.
_Sixth._ It would take away the power of the railroads to destroy any
individual, any business or any community. It would save the thousands
of lives which are now lost every year for lack of double tracks, safety
appliances and reasonable hours of labor.
It would enable the cotton grower of the South to exchange his products
with the corn grower of the West in such a way that the railroad would
not get more for hauling the corn than the man who raised it got for it
when he sold it.
At present the Southern farmer pays seventy-five and eighty cents per
bushel, cash, for corn which the farmer of the West sold for thirty-five
cents. The transportation companies get the lion’s share of that enormous
difference.
It would put an end to strikes, and would put into the hands of the
people a weapon with which they could destroy any combine among
capitalists in any article of commerce.
Among other things, it would save the tremendous sum of $65,000,000 which
the Federal Government now pays to the railroads every year for the
carriage of the mails, and that saving could be applied to extending the
Rural Free Delivery to the remotest parts of the country.
If the Government owned the railroads and carried its own mails in steel
cars, the Post-Office Department would show a profit instead of a loss,
and railway mail clerks would be able to insure their lives. At present
they cannot insure their lives, for the reason that the Government
allows them to be hauled around in flimsy dry-goods boxes, whose cost of
construction is less than the annual rent which our Government pays for
their use and which invariably get smashed to splinters whenever there is
a collision.
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LOCUST GROVE, GA.,
April 21, 1905.
_Hon. Thomas E. Watson,
Thomson, Ga._
MY DEAR SIR: As affirmative debaters on the subject:
“_Resolved_, That the democratic principles of the United
States are in danger of being superseded by those of an
aristocracy,” we have secured very valuable help from your
articles in the April number of TOM WATSON’S MAGAZINE,
and knowing that you, being a student of political
economy, could give us some personal suggestions, we would
appreciate your sending us material on the subject at our
expense.
Very respectfully yours,
—— ——.
A Democracy—it being the government of all by all and for the benefit of
all—cannot continue to be a true democracy unless the laws conform to the
democratic standard laid down by Thomas Jefferson—namely, “_Equal and
exact justice to all men, without special favors to any_.”
An Aristocracy is a government in which the few make the laws for their
own benefit, and rule the country for their own good.
Therefore it must be apparent to the most casual student that if we,
by law, confer special favors upon any class of our citizens, we are
building up an aristocracy and are departing from democratic principles.
(1) For instance, the power to create money and to regulate the volume
thereof is a sovereign power belonging to the state.
In countries ruled by kings that power has always been one of the
prerogatives of the crown, as was the power to make war and peace, to
negotiate treaties and to levy taxes. It was recognized that the king
could not continue in the full exercise of his kingly authority if he
parted with the tremendous power of creating money.
Not until the English crown rested upon the head of the most dissolute
of the Stuarts, Charles II, and he had become the slave of an abandoned
woman—who was in turn the tool of a grasping corporation, the East India
Company—was the power to create money transferred from the king to a
corporation.
Ever since that day Great Britain has suffered from this surrender of
sovereign power, and it was this mistake of the king which Alexander
Hamilton, either through mistake or by design, adopted when he came to
frame a financial system for the American people.
It was his express purpose to create an aristocracy of wealth, and he
must have realized that when he took from the government the power to
create money and put it into the hands of a private corporation he was
creating an aristocracy of wealth.
The national banks of today represent an aristocracy of wealth, supported
by the governmental function of creating currency.
There are, in round numbers, 5,000 national bankers who have in
circulation $400,000,000 of their “promises to pay,” which the law
practically makes legal tender.
In other words, their _“promises to pay” are used as money_.
There are 80,000,000 natural persons in this country; there are 5,000
corporations called national banks! The 80,000,000 natural persons may
sign promissory notes for five dollars each, and these notes are simply
commercial paper, having no circulation as money. The 5,000 national
banks sign their promissory notes to the same amount—$400,000,000—and
these notes constitute, for all practical purposes, a national currency—a
national money.
_The law gives them the special privilege of getting rich on what
they owe._ They have also the more dangerous power of _enlarging and
contracting the volume of currency, thus unsettling values, destroying
markets and producing panics, as they did in 1893_.
(2) The democratic principle of equal and exact justice to all men
requires that the government should derive its revenue from a system
of taxation which deals fairly with every citizen. Each man should
contribute to the support of the government in proportion to his ability.
And taxes should not be laid for the purpose of building up one man’s
business at the expense of another’s.
Our tariff system, from which the government derives the greater part of
its revenue, violates democratic principles.
Its purpose and result is to build up manufacturers at the expense of
everybody not engaged in manufacturing. It gives the manufacturer a price
which he could not get without the law which insures him the monopoly of
the home market. _All the world can compete with our laborers by sending
immigrants to our shores; all the world can compete with our farmers;
but nobody is allowed to compete with our manufacturers_, AND THE RESULT
IS THE TRUST, under which Americans combine to rob the helpless American
citizen, who is not allowed to buy his food or his clothing or tools to
work with from anyone except the American manufacturer.
By this system, which lays the taxes on the things which man buys, a
citizen who is worth only a few hundred or a few thousand dollars pays
just as much to the support of the Federal Government as is paid by the
man who is worth tens of millions of dollars.
Consequently the inevitable tendency of the tariff system is to create
a class which controls the government for its own enrichment; _in other
words, an aristocracy_.
(3) Consider our corporation laws. Early in the history of our Government
Chief Justice John Marshall decided that a charter granted to a
corporation was a contract and could not be changed by the sovereign
power of the state. This decision was not good law, and no good lawyer
has ever considered it so. John Marshall had a great mind, but he
was one of the rankest partisans that ever lived. He stretched every
constitutional power in the effort to build up what Hamilton wanted—an
aristocracy of wealth.
_Just as a natural person is born into a community and lives in it
subject to having his status changed by the will of the majority,
expressed in a legal way, so a corporation, born into a community through
its charter, should have been required to take the same chance of having
its status changed, in a legal way, by the will of the majority._
A railroad corporation comes to the legislature and procures a charter to
build a railroad; _but the state cannot compel the corporation to build
that railroad._ In other words, the state cannot compel the execution of
the powers granted under the charter; therefore _such a charter lacks the
very first element of a contract, because a contract is one in which each
party can be compelled to perform his part or pay consequent damages_.
But, in pursuance of the decision of John Marshall in the Dartmouth
College case, our state and national governments have erected a rule of
the corporations, and they are now more powerful than the governments
which created them.
The great transportation companies exercise the power to tax, and the
people, who pay the taxes, have no representation in the councils of
those who levy the taxes. This surely constitutes an aristocracy of the
most powerful kind.
The railroads have the power to tax the life out of any industry, out of
any section, out of any city or town; _with rebates and discriminations
they build up the Trusts which plunder the people_.
By reason of the fact that they enjoy the privilege of taxing other
people, _they pay no Federal taxes to support the government_. Whatever
they may pay in the way of tariff on material which they use in the
construction of roadbeds and rolling stock, they simply charge up to
expense account and levy their rates so as to make the utmost possible
profit over and above what they have paid out. The public cannot escape
the freight rates and the passenger rates which the corporations levy.
The public cannot help itself. The public is made to pay, in those
freight and passenger rates, every dollar of tax which the railroads
have paid to the state and Federal governments. Therefore, as in the
case of the national banks and the manufacturers, we have a great class
of corporations given special powers by law which are exercised at the
expense of the masses of the people, and which escape all the burden
of supporting the national Government by reason of the immunities and
privileges which the law has made for their exclusive benefit.
Here, then, we have a complete illustration of aristocracy—the government
of the few, by the few and for the few, instead of the ideal of Jefferson
and Lincoln, “government of the people, by the people and for the people.”
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The man who makes a corner in wheat thinks he can relieve all the
suffering he caused by endowing a bed in a hospital.
_The Track Walker_
BY THEODORE DREISER
_Author of “Sister Carrie”_
TRACK WALKER KILLED
WESTFIELD, N. J., April 14.—John Long, a New Jersey Central
track walker, was killed by a train today.
If you have nothing else to do some day when you are passing through
the vast network of tracks of, for example, the great railway running
northward out of New York, give a thought to the man who walks them for
you, the man on whom your safety, in this particular place, so much
depends.
He is a peculiar individual. His work is so very exceptional, so very
different from your own. While you are sitting in your seat placidly
wondering whether you are going to have a pleasant evening at the theatre
or whether the business to which you are about to attend will be as
profitable as you desire, he is out on the long track over which you
are speeding, calmly examining the bolts that hold the shining metals
together. Neither rain nor sleet can deter him. The presence of intense
heat or intense cold has no effect on his labors. Day after day, at all
hours and in all sorts of weather, he may be seen placidly plodding these
iron highways, his wrench and sledge crossed over his shoulders, his eyes
riveted on the rails, carefully watching to see whether any bolts are
loose or any spikes sprung. Upward of two hundred cannon-ball flyers rush
by him on what might be called a four-track bowling alley each day, and
yet he dodges them all for perhaps as little as any laborer is paid. If
he were not watchful, if he did not perform his work carefully and well,
if he had a touch of malice or a feeling of vengefulness, he could wreck
your train, mangle your body and send you praying and screaming to your
Maker. There would be no sure way of detecting him.
Death lurks in this tunnel. Here, if anywhere, it may be said to be
constantly watching. What with the noise, which is a perfect and
continuous uproar, the smoke, which hangs like a thick, gloomy pall over
everything, and the weak, ineffective lights which shine out on your near
approach like will-o’-the-wisps, the chances of hearing and seeing the
approach of any particular train are small. Side arches, or small pockets
in the walls, are provided for the protection of the men, but these are
not always to be reached in time when a train thunders out of the gloom.
If you look sharp you may sometimes see a figure crouching in one of
these as you scurry past. He is so close to the grinding wheels that the
dust and soot of them are flung into his very soul.
And yet for all this the money that is paid these men is beggarly small.
The work that they do is not considered exceptionally valuable. Fifteen
cents an hour is all that they are paid, and this for ten to twelve
hours’ work every day. That their lives are in constant danger is not
of any point in the matter. They are supposed to work willingly for
this, and they do. Only when one is picked off and his body mangled by a
passing train is the grimness of the sacrifice emphasized, and then only
for a moment. The space which such accident gets in the public prints is
scarcely more than a line.
And now what would you say of men who would do this work for fifteen
cents an hour? What estimate would you put on their mental capacity?
Would you say that they are only worth what they can be made to work
for? One of these men, an intelligent type of laborer, not a drinker,
and one who did not even smoke, attracted the writer’s attention by the
punctuality with which he crossed a given spot on his beat. He was a
middle-aged man, married, and had three children. Day after day, week
after week, he used to arrive at this particular spot, his eye alert, his
step quick, and when a train approached he seemed to become aware of it
as if by instinct. When finally asked by the writer why he did not get
something better to do he said, “I have no trade. Where could I get more?”
This man was killed by a train. Sure as was his instinct and keen his
eye, he was nevertheless caught one evening, and at the very place where
he deemed himself most sure. His head was completely obliterated, and he
had to be identified by his clothes. When he was removed another eager
applicant was given his place, and now he is walking in the tunnel with a
half-dozen others. If you question these men they will all tell you the
same story. They do not want to do what they are doing, but it is better
than nothing.
_The House of Cards_
So high I built it, high—
With love and tenderness to make it strong,
And thought me—foolish, blind—
That I should keep it all the ages long.
So firm I built it, firm—
And joyed when raging storms around it blew
To see how stanch it stood,
My house of cards, in every part so true.
So fair it was, so fair—
And how I loved it with its gables high
Piercing horizon’s rim,
And with the lark far to the quiet sky.
So much I loved, so much—
I almost thought when close within its gate,
That Heaven had naught to give.
One dashed it down—and I am desolate.
RUTH STERRY.
_Royal Road to Wealth_
COBWIGGER—If you take advantage of your opportunities you will be in
comfortable circumstances.
FREDDIE—What must you do in order to get rich, dad?
COBWIGGER—Take advantage of other people’s opportunities.
_The Say of Other Editors_
“A FREE BREAKFAST TABLE”
The recent suggestion of a tariff tax on coffee, probably put out as a
feeler, is responsible for the resurrection and reintroduction of the
once familiar but never appropriate phrase at the head of this article.
It was never appropriate; it was always a sarcastic sneer, rather than a
statement of fact, because the memory of the most aged citizen runneth
not to the time when “a free breakfast table,” a breakfast table untaxed
as to itself, its equipment and the food and drink it bore, could be
found in any American home. At this time, under the tariff of 1897, what
could be more preposterously absurd than the notion that a tax on coffee
would be a decree of banishment for that alleged boon?
The _Post_, being an advocate and defender of the policy of protection,
although a condemner and contemner of the outrages incident to the
stand-pat policy, is in no hurry to witness the advent of “a free
breakfast table”; but the _Post_ prefers that such a crass absurdity,
such a stinging satire as this old shibboleth, should be returned
forthwith to the dust and darkness from which it was dragged when the
coffee tax proposition appeared.
The truth is, you go to breakfast clad in taxed garments, wearing no
single article that is not taxed in the tariff; you sit in a chair that
is taxed as to all the various materials that enter into it, and taxed
as a whole; the table itself is similarly taxed, and we can think of no
article on it that is free. Your tablecloth, your napkins and your napkin
rings are all in the tariff schedules. Your fish or meat, your vegetables
and fruit, your bread, your butter, your rolls, your griddle cakes, your
sugar and syrup, your salt, vinegar, pepper, mustard, olive oil and all
other condiments show up in the list of things taxed. So is it with your
china or other crockery, and your knives, forks and spoons.
And your coffee is free only as to the raw bean. It is roasted over a
taxed fire and in a taxed roaster, is stored in taxed receptacles and
transported by taxed horses in taxed wagons; when retailed, it goes out
in taxed bags, to be deposited in other taxed vessels. Having been ground
in a taxed mill, your cook prepares it for the table by using a taxed
coffee pot. If you use cream in your “free” coffee you must use taxed
cream; if you use sugar in it you must use taxed sugar.
This is the “free breakfast table” whose exit will come if a duty is
imposed on the raw coffee bean!—_Washington Post._
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That familiar old hymn, “In This Wheat By and Bye,” has lost its
attractions for Jawn W. Gates and his accomplices.—_New York American._
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FAR-SIGHTED CARLOS MORALES
The United States is now in Santo Domingo; President Roosevelt, with a
stroke of the pen, has fixed Don Carlos Morales firmly in the saddle.
That cheerful and ingenious bandit begins to enjoy the unearned increment
of the “status quo.” He can read now with a smile of the erstwhile
terrible preparations of Jiminez and Barba. He can sit in his palace and
rake in 45 per cent. of the customs revenues of his republic, collected
for him and scrupulously accounted for. That was what Morales wanted, and
he is happy. Domestic malice, foreign levy—nothing can touch him further.
If Cipriano Castro had one-tenth of the ingenuity of his brother bandit
of the black republic he would have seen long ago that his present
policy is foolish. Instead of making faces at the United States, Castro
should have been busy inducing the foreigners in his country to set up
a concurrent roar. He should have acknowledged the validity of claims
of any kind and to any amount, the bigger the better. Then, at the
psychological moment, he should have pointed to the imminent danger to
the Monroe Doctrine, and begged the United States to enter and preserve
order, collect his revenues and pay him a share of the proceeds.
If there is any other Central or South American dictator who is shaky
on his pins, now is the time he should apply for relief. Let him take a
lesson from Morales and imitate that “prudent and far-seeing statesman.”
Forty-five per cent. of the revenues, in clean, hard coin, without work
or worry, is better than all the revenues with danger of revolution and
dismemberment.
Step up, gentlemen! The United States has a big navy, and it has nothing
to do at home. Our duty is to protect our weak and struggling sister
republics, and now that the Senate is out of the way, we propose to do
it. We shall take right hold, and leave to the future the problem of how
to let go.—_Washington Post._
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A man was killed at Lancaster, Ontario, while trying to rob a bank. There
are still a few of the old-time robbers who have not learned that the
proper method of robbing a bank is to work from the inside.—_New York
American._
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A good sign of awakening conscience is evident by the protest from the
ministers against accepting Rockefeller’s money that has been wrested
from the people by indirection. The great success of the Standard Oil
robberies has spawned upon the country hundreds of such corporations that
plunder the public with even more skill than the Standard. If the church
accepts this donation it will be as fatal to it as the thirty pieces of
silver were to Judas. This protest against the gift by these ministers
is a most courageous act. The Standard Oil tactics may lose every one of
them their pulpits. The Standard Oil management will stoop to any kind
of dirty work to perpetuate the system. They are attempting now to ruin
Lawson, and, with all his astuteness and his millions of wealth to back
him, they may succeed in doing so. The people should stand by Lawson to a
man, and the congregations of these ministers that have dared to affront
Rockefeller should see that none of his poisoned arrows reach them.—_The
Forum, Denver, Col._
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CHRISTIAN CIVILIZATION
We hear much of Christian Civilization, but we do not see so much of it.
Let us consider briefly the Christian world:
Russia—Anarchy, rapine, bloodshed, pauperism and starvation.
Austro-Hungary—Disease, strife, strikes, poverty and pauperism of
millions.
Italy—Overpopulation, dire poverty, with millions of the people actual
beggars, excessive taxation and a practically bankrupt treasury.
England—Army of unemployed, a vast section of the population in a poverty
so appalling that it makes one’s heart bleed to read the details.
Ireland—Practically a nation of paupers, not of their own volition
either, but as a result of evil laws and customs which have destroyed the
hopes of a gallant people.
Spain—Once the proud leader of nations, reduced to the rags and sores of
Lazarus.
United States—In the grasp of graft, the people being robbed of their
earnings at every turn by a lot of as conscienceless pirates as ever
scuttled a ship, and a government apparently impotent.
Everywhere we find more or less the same evil conditions.
Our so-called Christian Civilization is as much like the genuine article
as the Texas long-horn is like a thoroughbred Holstein.—_The Commonweal,
Atlanta, Ga._
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I interpret Dr. Osler to mean: Young man, get a move on you if you want
to amount to anything. If you are a failure at forty, you have missed
your vocation; your experience may serve you to good purpose, but if you
are dependent at sixty, why, “off with your head!”...
Our President says it is very wicked for the mail-carriers to organize
and have a man lobby for them; still worse to organize and defeat a
Congressman who was blocking their efforts to get better wages and
conditions of employment. Why don’t the President call a halt on the
corporation lobby (some of them having known offices in Washington with
as many as ten clerks) who defeat men and measures. Let this be denied,
but we do know that corporations fix nominating conventions where
nominations are equivalent to election; especially naming those who say:
“I am in the hands of my friends.”—_Ohio Liberty Bell._
* * * * *
The Government issues money and loans it to the national banks at
one-half of 1 per cent. per year. This is old party doctrine, for it
has prevailed under the rule of both old parties. The People’s Party
favors issuing the money direct to the people without the intervention of
banking corporations. On this question do you agree with the Populists or
old parties?—_Missouri World._
* * * * *
Wouldn’t it be amusing if an individual owned the New York Post-Office,
paying sweatshop wages to letter-carriers, working them all hours,
discharging them without reason—putting girls in their places as much as
possible—and charging twenty-five cents for a letter halfway across the
continent?
Wouldn’t it be beautiful if a J. P. Morgan or Mr. August Belmont of the
race-track _could_ own all the industries and real estate of New York?
How nicely Mr. Morgan would capitalize such properties in Steel Trust
fashion! And what a nice time Mr. Belmont would have with the labor
unions! There would be plenty of work for strike-breakers.
The American people believe in public ownership of all properties
actually created by the public—and public ownership they are going to
have.—_New York Evening Journal._
* * * * *
The slave-owners of today do not realize that they own slaves. And the
slaves do not realize that they have owners. Formerly one man owned one,
a dozen or a hundred slaves. Occasionally even more than that. Now a
hundred thousand men each own a part of every slave. The great mass of
the people are slaves to unjust systems, and everyone who profits by
these systems is part owner of everyone who loses by them. If there
could be a partition suit and every slave owner be set apart his share,
the fact that there are slaves today, and millions of them, would be
quite plain. It would be found that this man owns fifty slaves, that man
a hundred and some as high as fifty thousand. Should the richest girl in
the United States be given white girls only as her share of the slaves,
she would have a thousand at least—a thousand white girl slaves. Some
persons are part slave and part free, because they get a little more
than the commonest kind of a living. Sixty million people in the United
States are either all or part slave, and the number who are all slave is
much greater than that of the black population in the days of chattel
slavery. This new slavery exists because the owners do not realize that
they are owners and the slaves do not realize that they are slaves. Years
ago Mrs. Emery, of Lansing, Mich., wrote a little book, entitled “The
Seven Financial Conspiracies Which Have Enslaved the American People.”
The way to freedom is financial legislation in the interest of the
people.—_Missouri World._
* * * * *
The nation that prepares for war will sooner or later have war. We
get just anything we prepare for, and we get nothing else. Everything
that happens is a sequence; this happened today because you did that
yesterday.—_The Philistine._
* * * * *
In 1896 Mr. Bryan had undisputed control of the organized Democracy and
was defeated.
In 1900 he still had control, and was defeated worse than before.
Now, let it be remembered that all the Western Populists, with their
newspaper press—including such strong and widely circulated papers as the
Nebraska _Independent_, supported him; and let it be further understood
that now and in the future he will get no support from Populists or the
Populist press; then figure out the lurid prospects Mr. Bryan has of
sweeping the country in 1908.
Now, with this actual state of things confronting him, does anyone
believe that Mr. Bryan has any hope of reorganizing the shattered ranks
and disgraced leaders of the Democracy into a winning party in 1908?
And, if he has no such hope—and in reason he cannot have—what is his
purpose putting so much into a cause that he knows is absolutely hopeless?
We can see but one reason for Mr. Bryan’s course, and that is that he
intends to prevent the organization of a party that would unite the South
and West, and defeat the plutocracy, thus restoring the Government to the
original purpose of its great founders.
Mr. Bryan will hold in party slavery a great many Democrats who do not
think—and unfortunately they are legion—and thus divide the men who
ought to stand together, as it is evident they must fall together, making
an easy victory for the Eastern money power.—_People’s Tribune, Prescott,
Ark._
* * * * *
“On account of insufficient laws regulating the matter, and the utter
disregard of even these, hundreds of workmen, mostly foreigners, are
being killed each year in the steel mills, blast furnaces and coal mines.”
Coroner Joseph G. Armstrong made this statement in addressing a jury in
the case of a man killed at the plant of the American Steel and Wire
Company. It was only a case of “another Hungarian killed in the mills,”
as the Coroner expressed it, but Adelbert Merle, the Austro-Hungarian
Consul-General in this city, backed by the Coroner, will appeal to the
state, and, if necessary, to the Federal authorities, to do something to
protect these men.
“During the first month of my term,” said Coroner Armstrong, “one plant
alone, the Duquesne plant of the United States Steel Corporation, had
twelve separate fatalities. That was the number reported to this office.
How many more there were no one may ever know. I went to the officials of
the corporation and entered a complaint. Then an order was issued that
more care would have to be taken, and next month not a death was reported
from the Duquesne plant.”
Said Consul-General Merle:
“A very large number of the Hungarians employed in the mills are American
citizens, and some consideration should be given them on that account, if
not on the score of humanity. It is proposed to organize the Hungarians
and other foreigners who are voters and see if some action cannot be
secured in the legislature to compel the mill owners to give better
protection to the workmen.”
“The number of fatalities which occur in the steel mills, the blast
furnaces and the coal mines in the Pittsburg district are never fully
reported,” said an attaché of the consulate. “Scarcely a month goes by
that we are not called upon to investigate the case of some workman who
is reported to us as having ‘disappeared.’ At present we are working on
two such cases. Both are identical as regards details.
“The men were stationed at the top of blast furnaces owned by the United
States Steel Corporation to receive the cars of ore as they came up and
dump them. There is only a small bridge for them to stand on. One misstep
or awkward movement, and the man will follow the ore into the furnace.
The men are not missed until it is noticed that the cars are not being
dumped. No one knows what has become of them. Their coats and dinner
pails await them at the bottom of the elevator, but the men never come
to claim them. Then they are reported to have ‘disappeared.’ It is not
known positively that they have fallen into the furnace, but there can be
no other conclusion.”
The officials of the steel mills say they will do anything in their power
to conduce to the safety of the men, and that the foremen in charge are
mainly responsible for any dereliction.—_New York World._
* * * * *
If a man should loan money at one-half of 1 per cent., and borrow it back
at 8 per cent., and keep this up year after year, his family would have
no trouble in getting him put under guardianship. The people through
their Government are acting just as foolishly when they issue money to
national banks....
A billion and a half of taxes. Another billion and a half of railroad
charges. And a billion of interest, not counting the interest on public
and railroad debts. A total of four billion dollars. This is the sum the
people of the United States must pay each year whether money be scarce or
plentiful. Is it any wonder times get harder when money gets scarcer?...
If the people could realize that their hard struggle to keep body and
soul together and at the same time lay by a little for old age—making
life a mere battle for existence—if they could realize that this struggle
is made necessary by the present systems, that prosperity is the natural
right of everyone who does his share of labor, they would be more easily
induced to vote against monopoly rule. Populists should endeavor to
dissatisfy the people with their present condition and show them that
they should be getting so much more out of life.—_Missouri World._
* * * * *
LESE-MAJESTE
Because a passing steamer did not regard it necessary to give a tow to
the _Sylph_ the other day some of the frenzied Republican newspapers of
the North seem to think there will be trouble with the skipper of the
afore-mentioned steamer when T. Roosevelt gets back to civilization.
For the _Sylph_, they claim, is the President’s yacht, and certainly
there must be punishment, prompt and dire, for any rover of the high seas
who dares show lack of deep concern over her.
Lèse-majesté with a vengeance!
Of course, it does not occur to the frenzied Republican press that the
_Sylph_ is not the President’s yacht; that she is a vessel of the navy,
kept in commission at public expense, and should be used only for public
purposes; and that the President has no possible warrant in law for
keeping her at Washington or taking her out to sea for the personal
pleasure of himself or the members of his family.
If the _Sylph_ is not needed in the active service of the country she
ought to be taken out of commission; if she is needed by the navy she
should be so used. In either event she is not the President’s yacht, nor
should she be utilized as such at public expense.—_Atlanta Constitution._
* * * * *
AUTOMOBILE MANSLAUGHTER
Within one week of the new season five persons have been killed by
automobiles in this city, not counting the young man who fell from the
“Seeing New York” omnibus. As many more have been very seriously hurt.
The heartlessness of some speed-maddened votaries has been again
illustrated. There was the woman who in a Brooklyn street shrieked out:
“Go on quickly, Harry; the man is killed!” There is that young man of
the reckless rich class, whose autos are debited with two deaths and are
a terror to thousands living, caught again running at eighteen miles an
hour in the street. That “sports” might scorch to the Aqueduct races a
little girl in Elmhurst yielded up her young life.
The man who drives his auto at dangerous speed is as responsible morally
for the death he thereby causes as one would be who should fire a
revolver at random down the same street and by “accident” kill a victim.
Manslaughter by automobile will continue until it is punished as severely
as other manslaughter, and until the certain penalty of illegal speeding
is jail, not for the driver, but for the owner.—_New York World._
* * * * *
Mr. Thomas Lawson has tumbled from his lofty pedestal. Multiplied
thousands of people in this goodly land of ours were venerating him, were
reverencing him—some of them just about beginning to worship him. But he
has proven himself to be only common clay. He was leading the van against
the iniquities of “frenzied finance,” exposing the chicanery, the fraud,
the swindling, the downright stealing every day perpetrated in the Stock
Exchange dealings, the manipulation of stocks and bonds and the fleecing
of the lambs. Now comes the news that in December last he made in stock
speculations, as a votary at the altar of “frenzied finance,” $1,500,000,
and in this mild and gentle month of April the comfortable figure of
$1,000,000. Alas, alas! and lackaday! He was only human after all. His
wings had not even begun to sprout.
Imperious Cæsar, dead and turned to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
—_Southern Mercury._
* * * * *
If Bryan, Hearst and Dunne should succeed in raising the old hulk of
Democracy, Cleveland, Hill and Gorman will scuttle it again. Better come
out, boys, and take a new ship....
Dr. Washington Gladden is not going to let the Rockefeller gift rest.
He says it is the right and duty of every American citizen to sit in
judgment on Rockefeller and his methods.—_Forum, Denver._
* * * * *
Judge A. B. Parker, in a speech in New York “Jefferson Day,” said the
“defeat of the Democratic Party was emphasized by the unprecedented
expenditure of money.” Everybody knows that there was not one-fifth as
much used by the Republicans to defeat him as there was to defeat Bryan.
Perhaps he meant the “unprecedented” use of money to secure him the
nomination. What else could he mean?—_The Jeffersonian, Thomson, Ga._
* * * * *
Stand for the referendum in the management of the business of the
Farmers’ Union. By this means you will do away with the boss, especially
the political boss. Demand the right to settle your own affairs, and do
not leave it to self-constituted leaders.—_The Watchman, Cleburne, Tex._
_News Record_
FROM APRIL 7 TO MAY 7, 1905
_Government and Politics_
April 8.—President Roosevelt made the last speech of his present trip,
and left Texas for Oklahoma to hunt.
The South and Central American governments allege to Secretary
Taft that discrimination in freight rates by the Panama
Railroad has restricted direct trade with the United States.
April 9.—President Roosevelt reaches Oklahoma, where he will hunt wolves
for a few days.
April 10.—Pension Commissioner Warner discovers a number of pensioners on
the rolls who have never served in the United States Army.
Judge Edward F. Dunne is installed Mayor of Chicago.
Commissioner of Corporations Garfield reaches Kansas to begin
an investigation of Standard Oil operations.
The United States Marshal at Chicago seizes six trunks full of
records and accounts of the Etna Trading Company, which are
said to contain damaging evidence against the Beef Trust.
The United States Supreme Court decides that the right of trial
by jury extends to Alaska.
April 11.—The Legislative Investigation Committee, which is making an
investigation of the lighting plants of New York City, has subpœnaed
Mayor McClellan, Charles F. Murphy and other well-known politicians to
appear before the committee.
President Castro refuses to withdraw the asphalt cases from the
Venezuelan courts, claiming that the courts of Venezuela have
jurisdiction over such matters.
Secretary Shaw defends the “drawback” on Canadian wheat.
United States Senator Mitchell, of Oregon, pleads not guilty to
indictments in connection with land frauds in that state.
April 12.—The Executive Committee of the Panama Canal Commission holds
its first meeting in Washington, and decides to abolish preferential
freight rates on the Panama Railroad.
Clarence E. Darrow is appointed special corporation counsel to
have charge of street railway litigation in Chicago.
April 13.—Four employees of the Beef Trust indicted by the Federal Grand
Jury in Chicago for opposing a deputy marshal in serving subpœnas.
Judge Alton B. Parker and Mayor McClellan are the principal
speakers at the New York Jefferson Day banquet. They both urge
harmony and conservatism.
At the Chicago Jefferson dinner Mr. Bryan and Mayor Dunne urge
Government control of public utilities.
Secretary Taft informs the South American Ministers that the
United States will maintain the open door in the Panama Canal
Zone.
Senator Burton, of Kansas, again indicted for acting as
attorney for the Rialto Grain and Securities Company before the
Post-Office Department at Washington.
President Roosevelt leaves Oklahoma for Colorado.
April 16.—The Legislative Investigation Committee inspects the lighting
plants of New York City.
National Congress of Women demands equality of the sexes.
The United States agents who were to investigate the land
frauds in Utah have been relieved of duty, undue influence
being charged.
April 17.—Secretary Taft formally takes over the Panama Railway Company
for the United States Government.
The Senate Committee on Interstate Commerce begins a hearing on
railroad rates at Washington.
The United States Supreme Court decides that the New York law
limiting the working hours of bakers to ten hours per day is
unconstitutional.
April 18.—Sherman Bell, late Adjutant-General of Colorado, has been
offered the command of the army of Venezuela.
V. L. Morawetz, general counsel for the Atchison, Topeka &
Santa Fé Railroad, testifies before the Interstate Commerce
Committee.
The American Asphalt Company asks the United States to obtain
from Venezuela the restoration of its properties until the
courts can decide the question of title.
April 19.—Mayor McClellan and Comptroller Grout appear before the New
York Legislative Investigation Committee and testify about the light
contracts for New York City.
Mr. Hunter, the builder of the Manchester Canal, has been
selected as one of the consulting engineers by the Panama Canal
Board.
April 20.—Charles F. Murphy denies that he has any interest in the
lighting contracts for the city of New York.
Judge Grosscup makes permanent an order restraining the city of
Chicago from enforcing the interchangeable transfer ordinance.
April 21.—The Legislative Committee ends its investigation in New York
City. No finding has been made public, though it is understood that there
will be a reduction of about 25 per cent. in the cost of lights.
Secretary Hitchcock dismisses eight clerks from the Indian
warehouse in New York for misuse of Government funds.
United States Cruiser _Tacoma_ goes to Santo Domingo to protect
American interests there.
The Executive Committee of the Panama Canal Commission gives a
contract for twenty-four locomotives.
April 22.—The Government summons several Chicago bank officials to
testify against the Beef Trust.
April 23.—At a Prohibition meeting in Texas Congressman Pinckney is
killed and several others seriously wounded.
April 24.—United States Supreme Court issues mandate for the removal of
George W. Bates to Washington for trial on postal fraud charges.
Walter D. Heine makes an argument before the Interstate
Commerce Committee against the regulation of railroad rates by
the Government.
April 25.—Beef Trust sends papers and books wanted by the Chicago Grand
Jury to Canada.
Secretary Taft announces that the Government’s acquisition
of the Panama Railway was not for the purpose of affecting
railroad or ocean rates, but for the purpose of acquiring an
instrument with which to construct the canal.
Eight thousand men are now employed on the Panama Canal, and
this force is being added to at the rate of 800 to 1,000 per
month.
The Attorney-General holds that the agreement between the
Government and certain railroads for rebates is valid.
It is believed in Washington that reductions must be made in
the present tariff schedules to meet the deficit in the Federal
Treasury.
April 26.—Negotiations for an immigration treaty between the United
States and China have been abandoned.
Postmaster-General Cortelyou notifies the Assistant Postmaster
at Louisville that he must resign as postmaster or as a member
of the State Republican Committee.
Mr. Bowen, the American Minister to Venezuela, charges that
former Minister Loomis, now Assistant Secretary of State,
accepted a check from the American Asphalt Company for $10,000
for services rendered. Mr. Bowen has made his charges in
writing to the President.
April 27.—Minister Bowen will be ordered to return from Venezuela to
substantiate his charges against Assistant Secretary of State Loomis.
April 29.—Mr. Loomis denies charges made by Mr. Bowen against him and
files charges against Mr. Bowen.
W. W. Russell, American Minister to Colombia, succeeds Mr.
Bowen as Minister to Venezuela.
May 3.—J. J. Hill testifies before the Senate interstate Commerce
Committee that Government control of railroad rates will be disastrous.
Federal Grand Jury subpœnas thirty representatives of the
Traffic Departments of different railroads to testify in the
Beef Trust investigation.
May 5.—The Federal Grand Jury for the District of New York begins an
investigation of the Tobacco Trust’s business methods.
Attorney-General Moody holds that the Government can legally
regulate railroad rates.
Governor-General Davis stricken with fever. Secretary Taft
orders him to leave Panama and return home.
May 6.—President Roosevelt ends his hunting trip in Colorado and starts
for Washington.
_General Home News_
April 9.—After a fight covering twenty years and costing millions of
dollars, the Bell Telephone Company has been whipped by the rural lines
in Iowa and forced to connect with them.
Several hundred sailors belonging to the North Atlantic
squadron desert at Pensacola.
April 10.—J. H. Hyde and W. H. McIntyre, of the Equitable Insurance
Company, are seeking to intervene in the suit of Franklin B. Lord, a
stockholder, for an injunction to restrain the officers of the company
from carrying out the mutualization plan.
April 11.—The Grand Jury of Franklin County, Ky., returns four hundred
true bills against the Standard Oil Company for failing to procure
peddlers’ license as required by the Kentucky statutes.
The Prudential Committee of the American Board of Commissioners
for Foreign Missions formally accepts the gift of $100,000
from John D. Rockefeller and issues a statement explaining its
action.
April 13.—Father Schell, a young Catholic priest who has done much to
put a stop to dishonest land agents swindling the Winnebago Indians, is
assaulted and severely beaten.
April 14.—“General” Jacob S. Coxey, of “Coxey’s Army,” declared a
bankrupt.
April 15.—J. H. Hyde admits using Equitable funds for underwriting
purposes, but declares that President Alexander was a party to such
transactions.
April 18.—Beef Trust again raises the prices of meats.
April 19.—General Managers and Agents of the Equitable meet in New York
and ask Vice-President Hyde to withdraw from the society in the interest
of harmony.
April 20.—Unloading 5,000,000 bushels of wheat on the Chicago market
breaks the corner, and John W. Gates is supposed to have lost $2,000,000.
Mrs. Donald McLean, of New York, is elected President-General
of the Daughters of the American Revolution.
April 21.—Eleven thousand nine hundred and fifty-five immigrants arrive
at Ellis Island in one day, establishing a new record.
Hyde refuses agents’ request to resign from the Equitable.
Policyholders in the Equitable ask the Circuit Court in Chicago
for a receiver and an accounting.
April 24.—Frank Bigelow, President of the First National Bank of
Milwaukee, embezzles $2,400,000 of the bank’s funds.
April 26.—D. Le Roy Dresser sues the promoters of the United States
Shipbuilding Company for $3,000,000, alleging fraud in its formation.
April 27.—Andrew Carnegie gives $10,000,000 to pension retired college
professors.
April 28.—The strike of the teamsters in Chicago has developed into the
worst since the famous Debs strike eleven years ago.
Judge Kohlsaat, in the Federal Court, grants a temporary
injunction against the strikers on the request of the
Employers’ Teaming Association.
April 29.—Laredo, Tex., wiped off the map by a cyclone.
May 3.—The American Railway Appliance Exhibition is formally opened at
Washington.
The strike in Chicago continues.
May 4.—The Federal Grand Jury, at Jackson, Miss., indicts 300 for
whitecapping, the specific charges being the intimidation of Government
homesteaders.
Police of Chicago ask the Sheriff of Cook County to aid them in
quelling riots.
International congress of railways formally opened at
Washington by Vice-President Fairbanks.
May 5.—On account of the teamsters’ strike, a food and fuel famine is
feared in Chicago.
May 6.—Employers in Chicago accuse the police of siding with the union
men in the present strike.
The largest floating drydock in the world is completed at the
Maryland Steel Works yards for the United States Government.
The dock will be towed to the Philippines after it is tested.
May 7.—Twelve thousand and thirty-nine immigrants, chiefly Italians,
reach New York.
_Russo-Japanese War_
April 8.—The Russian Baltic fleet, in command of Admiral Rojestvensky,
reaches the China Sea.
April 11.—A battle expected between the fleets of Rojestvensky and Togo.
Japan makes Formosa a naval base and closes the port of Kelung.
Tokio reports that Japan expects to have 1,000,000 men in the
field before November.
April 13.—The Russians strengthen Vladivostok and prepare for a long
siege.
April 14.—The Russian hospital ship _Orel_, bearing the sick of
Rojestvensky’s fleet, after taking on board coal, provisions and medical
supplies, leaves Saigon, Cochin China.
Eighteen vessels of the Russian Baltic fleet enter Kamranh Bay,
Cochin China.
April 15.—Japanese say Togo will not attack the Russian fleet until he
is confident of being able to annihilate it.
April 16.—Japan proclaims defense zones surrounding the Pescadore,
Okinawa, Oshima and Emi islands.
Captured Japanese spies place the Japanese armies at 400,000
and the losses in Mukden battles at 100,000.
April 17.—The Russian fleet reported at Kamranh Bay taking on supplies.
April 18.—The Russian fleet reported off the Philippines and the Japanese
near Sampaloc.
April 19.—Japan makes vigorous protest to France against the use of
French ports by the Russians.
Situation in Manchuria unchanged. Occasional light skirmishes.
Japs victorious in small engagements along the Yalu.
Despatches from Harbin state that Chinese bandits have made
frequent attempts to cut the railroad.
April 20.—France assures Japan that she will remain neutral. Czar orders
Rojestvensky to leave Kamranh Bay.
April 21.—France instructs her agents in Indo-China to assure the
neutrality of France in Indo-Chinese waters.
Russian fleet leaves Kamranh Bay.
April 23.—The Russian Government places orders with the Krupps for 1,000
guns.
April 24.—The rainy season in Manchuria has increased the infectious
cases in the Russian army.
The movements of both the Japanese and Russian fleets closely
guarded.
April 25.— Admiral Nebogatoff, in command of the second Russian Pacific
squadron, reaches the China Sea to join forces with Rojestvensky.
The Russian General Staff gives the losses in the battle of
Mukden, from February 19 to March 19, as two generals, 1,985
staff and other officers, 87,677 men, of whom the greater
number were wounded; thirty-two guns and no siege artillery or
ammunition carts.
April 26.—Rojestvensky cuts the Hainan cable to conceal his movements.
April 27.—Rojestvensky’s fleet drawn up outside Kamranh Bay, awaiting the
arrival of Nebogatoff’s division of the Russian Pacific squadron.
May 6.—Marshal Oyama extends his lines on the Russian right wing.
Russian torpedo boat destroyers sink a Japanese sailing vessel.
_General Foreign News_
April 8.—Four hundred persons are killed or wounded by the collapse of a
reservoir in Madrid, Spain.
The Newfoundland Lower House passes a bill to exclude American
vessels from Newfoundland fisheries.
April 9.—The estimated number of lives lost in the earthquake in India is
15,000.
April 10.—Joseph H. Choate, the American Ambassador to Great Britain, has
been elected a “Master of the Bench of the Middle Temple.”
April 11.—Captain Volpert, of the French army, has been arrested, charged
with complicity in a military plot to overthrow the present regime.
Baron de Constant makes a speech in the French Senate in favor
of international military and naval disarmament.
Russian lawyers pass resolutions favoring a constitution and
universal suffrage.
April 12.—A congress of lawyers held at St. Petersburg sets on foot a
movement to democratize the Russian Government.
Under the terms of a commercial treaty being negotiated between
Germany and Morocco, it is said Germany will gain the most
favored nation guarantees in Morocco.
April 13.—The Premier of Newfoundland inserts a clause in the
anti-American fishing bill reserving the power of suspension. This was
done on account of the pending Bond-Hay treaty.
All but one nation have accepted President Roosevelt’s
invitation to a second peace conference.
April 14.—The body of Admiral John Paul Jones is unearthed in Paris.
Czar of Russia consents to consider a savings bank and land
purchase scheme for the peasants.
The workers in the porcelain factories at Limoges, France,
have decided to strike. The factories are owned by Americans,
and they have raised the American flag over the factories to
protect their property.
April 15.—The French Chamber of Deputies adopts final clause of second
section of bill separating state and church.
April 16.—General strike on all railroads in Italy.
Henry White, the new Ambassador to Italy, is received by King
Victor Emmanuel.
Laborers on sugar plantations in Porto Rico strike.
April 17.—Plans for the extension of zemstvo governments to Siberia and
Finland have been inaugurated by the Czar of Russia.
April 18.—Negotiations begun for new treaty between Germany and China.
Fights between strikers and soldiers at Limoges, France. Three
strikers killed and ninety-eight soldiers wounded.
Troops fire on Italian railway strikers, killing three and
wounding many.
Russian Government gives large order for American submarine
boats.
Kaleieff, the assassin of Grand Duke Sergius, sentenced to
death.
Among a band of Terrorists arrested in St. Petersburg is a
niece of Governor-General Trepoff. She recently fired two shots
at her uncle.
Riot in San Juan, Porto Rico, between strikers and police.
April 19.—Italian Chamber of Deputies adopts a bill providing for
government control of all railroads in Italy.
April 21.—The Italian Government promises reforms in railroad management
and the strikers return to work.
April 22.—The Emperor and Empress of Germany, on the imperial yacht
_Hohenzollern_, are cruising in the Adriatic. It is reported that the
Emperor is in very bad health.
April 23.—Pope Pius X celebrates full mass before a large congregation.
The Emperor of Germany delivers Easter sermon on the imperial
yacht.
April 24.—On memorial of Wu Ting Fang, ex-Minister to United States,
imperial edict makes sweeping reforms in Chinese criminal code.
April 25.—The Sultan’s troops have been defeated by the Arabs at Aden.
At Barisoff 2,000 Russian soldiers mutiny, smashing Red Cross
cars and pillaging shops.
April 26.—Charles M. Schwab is awarded contract to rebuild the Russian
navy.
Many guns on British warships found to be worthless.
Germany ready to begin negotiations with the United States for
a new commercial treaty based on reciprocity.
April 27.—General Kolzoff appointed Governor-General of Moscow.
April 28.—Encounter between insurgents and gendarmes in the province of
Kissamos excites Crete.
In the Cuban Senate President Palma discloses the fact that the
United States had intervened in behalf of American firms with
whom contracts had been made for sanitary work on the island.
May 3.—Trouble continues throughout Poland.
May 4.—In Warsaw the Socialists enforce the observance of a day of
mourning for the victims of the May Day riots.
Cossacks fire on people attending Roman Catholic Church at
Lodz, killing seven persons.
May 5.—Mr. Choate, the American Ambassador to England, is given a
farewell dinner at the Mansion House in London.
Zemstvo Congress opens in St. Petersburg.
May 6.—A plot discovered in Madrid, Spain, to make an independent state
out of the territory of Cunani, Brazil.
Police break up congress of engineers in St. Petersburg.
May 7.—Tokio papers make bitter attack on France, alleging that France is
violating her pledges of neutrality.
Despatch from Moscow states zemstvos have split over universal
suffrage.
_Obituary_
April 7.—Edward Floyd DeLancey, a New York lawyer and historian, dies,
aged 83.
General Cullen A. Battle, of the Confederate army, aged 76.
April 9.—Miss Sarah Chauncey Wadsworth (“Susan Coolidge”), aged 60.
Chief-Justice Jesse Knight, of the Wyoming Supreme Court, aged
55.
April 10.—Judge Lawrence Weldon, of the United States Court of Claims,
aged 76.
April 15.—General John Palmer, former Secretary of State of New York,
aged 63.
Ex-Congressman Halbert E. Paine, of Wisconsin, aged 80.
April 21.—Senator O. H. Platt, of Connecticut, aged 78.
April 23.—Joseph Jefferson, one of the best known actors on the American
stage, aged 76.
April 28.—General Fitzhugh Lee, soldier, statesman and diplomat, aged 68.
_The Paramount Issue_
“Ar-har!” wrathfully ejaculated the honest agriculturist, who had
detected a gentleman of color in the act of embezzling sundry of his
hens at the dead hour of night. “So I’ve ketched you, you infernal black
rascal, have I? Well, now, what have you got to say for yerself?”
“What I has to say fuh muhse’f,” replied the colored brother, with
overpowering dignity, “am a plenty, sah; and when I feels declined to say
it, I sho’ly says it loud and coa’se! I may be black, sah, as yo’se’f
has done specified, sah, and comin’ plumb down to the pinch I mought be
infernal, and all dat; but I neber was one ob dese yeah moufy pussons,
sah, dat am allus pow-powin’ about deirse’fs. Nussah! nussah! De question
dat am digitatin’ de American people at de present time ain’ whedder I’s
black or blue or green or yaller, sah, but what about de trusts?—dat’s de
burnin’ prognostication, sah, _what about de trusts?_”
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