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A Necklace of Love. m
So ' rubies of red for my lady-
No jewel that glitters and charms,
But the light of the skies In a littla
one's eyes.
And a njcJUace of two little arms.
Qf two little srns that are clinging
(Oh, ne'er was a necklace like this!)
And the wealth o' the.world and love'a
sweetness imp«arled
In the joy of a little one's kiss.
A necklace of love for my lady,
That was linked by the angels above,
No other but this—and the sweet tender
kiss
That sealeth a little one's love.
—Frank L. Stanton, in Home Chat.
SNAKES HAUL HIS BOAT.
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ngry, discouraged and penni-
erican of 24 sat oil a bench
alameda at Quillaine, in one
South American states. It was
t. The band played and the
promenaded.
ad made a long journey over
the mountains, after meeting with all
kincjjs of bad luck, and on the morrow
would £sk the American consul to
ship him home as a "distressed." He
had not tasted food for twenty-four
hours, and his lodging that night must
be in the open air.
ClotSed ~in evening dress and with
a hundred dollars in his pocket, Tom
Mosher would have looked what he
was, but ragged and penniless, he
shrank from observation, even though
he clung to his seat to rest his aching
bones. ^
Then it happened. A young lady
promenading on the arm of her father
dropped Stef . handkerchief to start , a
flirtation with a military officer. The
handkerchief fell equi-distant from
Mo^«rJao_# tie officer, and both
sprang forward, bumped their heads,
together and rolled on the asphalt.
"You loafer! You tramp! You
scum!", scouted, the officer as he
reached! his # feet.
"K WasrSio one's fault—a pure ac-
cident," repjfed Tom, who had been
successful in securing the handker-
chief.
"Away with you. scum, or I'll cut
you down!" shrieked the officer as
he drew Ills sword and flourished it
about with great fierceness.
"Steady, man. Don't get in a tem-
per over -nothing."
"Then take that!"
Tom took it. That Is, instead of
taking a blow with the flat of the
sword he took the sword itself from
the hands of the humiliated and en-
raged officer and stepped back to de-
fend himself from a dozen men rush-
ing up with exclamations on their
lips.
"Mob him! Shoot him! He's a for-
eigner! He's a revolutionist!"
In two minutes a crowd of 100 peo-
ple surrounded the pair and fiercely
demanded an explanation.
The officer lied. He said that Tom
had appealed to him for charity, and,
being refused, suddenly attacked him
and got possession of his sword.
The crowd wanted no further ex-
cuse. Nearly every man had a knife,
but no one seemed to have a pistol.
They pushed forward to lay hands on
the American, calling for the police
at the same time, but when Tom's
borrowed sword began to play they
dared not close in.
Tom began a retreat. He did not
know where it would end, but he
slowly fell, back, down the wide ave-
nue. The police arrived and demand-
ed his surrender, and presently the
hoodlum element began to throw
stones and heave flower pots.
To the demands of the police he
was silent; the missiles thrown he
had good luck in dodging. He had
been pressed back four blocks and a
crowd was forming in his rear, when
above the cries and shouts of the
street tie heatrd a woman's voice:
"Into the hotel here and upstairs!
It.'3 your only chanco'"
frotfthe corner of his eye he saw
a girl on the balcony of a building to
his right—a girl leaning far over the
iron railing and waving to him.
Drawing a long breath, he made as
if to charge the crowd, and then sud-
denly rashed into the shelter of the
archway, drove three or four men
from his path and hurried up the
broad stairway.
At its head he met a girl of 20
whani he knew at once to be from the
his mouth satisfied them that he was
"out for business."
As the crowd stood growling and
cursing and menacing the girl re-
turned from her room with a re-
volver in her hand, and said to Tom:
"It's dad's pet gun, and I know how
to use it. Now, then, let the gentle-
men walk up. Keep your face to this
mob, and if anyone comes up the back-
stairs they'll find me on guard. You
are an American' aren't you?"
,"Yes—Tom Mosher of Fall River."
"And I am here with my father. Col.
Dale of Montana. He owns most of
the Uncle Sam copper mine. What is
the trouble about?"
_ Tom briefly explained, and he had
just finished when the crowd gave
way. for the mayor to ascend alofle.
"Senor Americano, I demand your
peaceful surrender in the name of the
law. You have assaulted an officer of
the army and defied the police, but I
promise you a fair trial."
'"The officer who says I assaulted
him is a liar!" replied Tom, "and I
shall surrender only when so advised
by the American consul."
"Then the young lady will please
<£"
"Know anything about copper min-
ing?"
retire while we kill or capture you."
"The young lady will remain right
here!" answered Miss Dale, "and if
there is a rush, look out for lead."
"But the senorita will not protect a
revolutionist—a criminal—a man who
has forfeited his life?"
"We will hold the stairs against you
alL This man is an American. He is
neither a criminal nor a revolution-
ist."
"Thank you, Miss Dale," replied
Tom, without looking her way. It's
very brave of you to stand by me in
this way, but if they rush us and three
or four people are killed, won't it
make matters a great deal worse?"
"If you surrendered now they'd
take you out and shoot you, and it
will be no worse if you fight for your
life. If that old dad of mine was
only here?"
"Well, what's wanted?" asked a
voice at her elbow ,and she turned to
find that her father had joined her.
"Oh, dad, this is an American, and
they want to kill him!"
"I see. Well, here's the consul right
behind me. Give me that gun and
you fall back. Proud of you, my girl-
proud of you—but let me do a little
talking."
Col. Dale talked, the consul talked
and the mayor talked, and as a re-
sult the mob withdrew. As a second
result the consul became responsible
for Tom Mosher's appearance in court
next day.
He told a plain story and the mili-
tary officer thought best not to deny
it. His fine was a nominal one, and
the mayor was one of the first to
shake hands with him after he was
released.
"Well, young man, you had a close
call of it," said the colonel as he
slapped Tom on the back.
"It was your daughter, sir, who
helped me out."
"Just like Tilly—always with the
under dog. Got any prospects?"
"Going home on charity of Uncle
Sam."
"Um! Know anything about cop-
per mining?"
"I'm a bit of a civil engineer and
can boss a gang of men."
Umi Come down to the hotel and
get acquainted with us. Tilly says
you are a man of sand. Come down
we won't bite you."
It was two years before Col. Dale
had a son-in-law, but his name was
Tom Mosher.—Elizabeth Bailey in
Boston Globe.
"Mob him! 8hoot him!"
United States. As he stood gasping
for breath she said:
"Hold the stairs for three minutes
and I'll be back with something to
shoot with."
The police and the mob crowded
into the vestibule.
"One rush and he is ours."
There was a rush, but it paused be-
fore the head of the stairs was
reached. Tom Mosher had learned
sword-play, and the grim look around
Truthful Fisherman "fellf Story Which
Must Be Belieyed.
Dr. Bergesser of Nevada is the pos-
sessor of a lot of trained snakes which
some time ago he deposited in Tucker
Lake. As soon as the doctor gets in a
skiff these trained snakes, which have
the faculty of distinguishing their
master from anyone else, swim to his
skiff, and hooking their tails over the
bow of his boat, haul him to the place
where the bass are playing thickest.
When the doctor prepares to fish
these educated reptiles unhook their
tails and swim away.
After the doctor catches a boatload
of bass, these intelligent snakes re-
turn, hook their tails over the boat
and pull him to shore, always bidding
him good-by with a hearty tailshake,
which they hold above the water in
a most friendly manner.
This is the reason Dr. Bergesser can
catch fish where other successful
aaplers fail.
The doctor also says that he has
noted a certain kind of frog which sits
on the bank and warns the fish not to
bite, and he always has to shoot these
frogs before he can have any luck
fishing.
The doctor is not only a successful,
but he is also a truthful fisherman, as
persons will realize who read of the
manner of his success as thus stipu>
lated.
Stopping a Wild Turkey Fight.
There are turkey stories as well as.
fish stories, if any one should ask
you, and N. P, Bullock (Dock) tells
the following, and vows- that it is
true:
A few days ago he was not far from
Doehead, near the old racetrack back
of the Sessum field, when he saw
ahead of him two wild turkey gob-
blers fighting. Mr. Bullock stepped
out into the bushes, and crept along
till he was opposite the fighting
fowls. So Intent were they in their
contest that he was not heard. With
a stealthy step he advanced till he
was almost upon them, and then he
made a spring and caught the two by
the neck, one in each hand.
Then ensued a battle between man
and birds. With wings and feet the
latter fought, scratching Mr. Bullock's
arms and tearing his clothing. With
much difficulty one bird was carried
to the ground, where its head was
crushed by the man's foot, while the
other maintained its desperate
scratching with feet and striking with
wing. The first one disposed of, the
other soon fell an easy victim.
Mr. Bullock says that he had no
idea how strong a turkey was before.
The two turkeys were grown gobblers,
with beards nearly three inches long.
—Tarboro '(N. C.) Southerner.
Can't Keep Her Down.
Judge Henderson M. Somerville of
the Board of General Appraisers tells
the following story of a lawyer who
used to practice before him when he
was a judge of the Supreme Court of
Alabama.
"The old man," he said, "was power-
ful with a jury, and had a big practice.
He was fond of quoting from the clas-
sics, and it didn't matter to him
whether the quotations were accurate
or not. The jury never knew the dif-
ference.
"In one case before me he tried to
wind up his peroration by quoting the
lines beginning,. 'Truth crushed to
earth will rise again.' He began,
'Gentlemen of the jury, truth squashed
to earth will rise again.'
"Then he hesitated and tried to re-
member the rest of the quotation,
failed, and went on, 'And, gentlemen,
all hell can't keep her down.' He won
his case."—New York Times.
A Song of Life.
Praised be the lips of the Morn
For th ir musical message of Light,
For their bird-chanted burden of Song;
Praised be the young Earth reborn
For its freshness and glory and might.
And the thoughts of high solemn de<
light
That at flash of its purity throng.
Praised be the lips of the Day
For their clarion call to the field.
Where the Battle of Life must be fought.
Praised be the flre of the fray.
Where the soul is refined and annealed,
And the spirit heroic revealed,
And pure gold from base substances
wrought.
Praised be the lips of the Night
For their murmurous message of Rest,
For their lullaby, motherly sweet.
Praised be the dreams of delight
While tired Life is asleep In Love's nest,
And in harmony tender and blest
Heaven's calm and earth's loveliness
meet.
—Israol Zangwill.
Paid for His Witticism.
An English student tells that when
he was attending school at Leipzig
the feeling regarding the Boer war
ran high, the Germans eagerly exult-
ing over any news of British defeat.
One of the university professors was
the most rabid pro-Boer. One day he
posted a notice announcing that there
would be a meeting of the professors
to protest against the action of Eng-
land in South Africa and that the
meeting would be held in the zoolog-
ical gardens. An English student was
bold enough to write under the notice,
"And a very good place, too," but he
had to leave the university on account
of his wit.
TICKLE
GRASS
BY
BYRON" WILLIAM5
Correspondents' Status Changed.
A war correspondent who worked
in the days when war correspondents
were somebody was the aged Sir
William Russell, now living in Eng
land, in his eighty-fourth year. He
reported the Crimean war, our civil
war and later wars down to 1880, for
the London Times. Interviewed the
other day, he was asked to explain
the difference between war corre-
spondence then and now, and this
was the prompt answer: "Iu my time
we were free to go everywhere. Now
correspondents are not free to go any-
where, apparently."
Story of Scotch Pawklness.
A "positively true tale" of Scotch
pawkiness is sent to us by a naval
correspondent. He traveled up to In-
venesshire with a Scotsman, on whoso
taciturnity he failed, after many ef-
forts, to impinge. The Scotsman still
stared dully, fixedly from the train.
At last intelligence began to show
in his face, and grew to ecstacy, and
he siyiuted in his excitement: "Look
here, look here; that's whaur it was."
His companion rushed to the window.
"In yon wee town," continued the
Scotsman, "I was charged saxpence
for yin cup of coffee."—London Globe.
A Physician's Joke.
Dr. C. D. Vermillion of Tescott tolls
a joko on himself. He was called ten
miles into the country to attend a pa-
tient.
He returned to h*s home at day-
break and was astonished to see Dr.
Anderson of Beverly emerging from
his house. "What are you doing here
at this hour." he demanded curtly of
his brother physician. "Go Into the
house and aeo," snapped Dr. Ander-
son as he drovo away. And going into
the house Dr. Vermillion found a fine
ten-pound baby.—Minneapolis (Kan.)
Mtssenger.
The Cross Road.
Come with me through the old cross road
That leads to Uncle Bill's,
Down this way through a dreamland)
filled
With peace that God instills!
Follow me by the winding rut ti ''•£
Where baby rabbits play, j
Peep and far in the fragrant dell *
With brook-splashed rouudalay!
Come with me where tne, moo-ccws >
; drink;
Aye! drink unto their fill—
Down the road, past the stubble field
Where pipes the whip-poor-will! ±
CJolden rod and the sumac red ,•*
Are banked in bright array, • i \
pees a-buzz hum a rag-time air ,i
Throughout the cross road way!
Take my hand o'er the rock-strewn gulch
And on to Uncle Eill's—
This is life in a paradise
That thrills and thrills and thrills!
Oh, for gift just to keep my heart
' A-fill with cross road Joy,
[ncense pure of the days when I tlf'
Was just a country boy! w
Hank Somers' Eighty Dollars.
Ezra Norton was the model clerk
at Bington's grocery and usher in the
,Mt- Hope Saviour church.
"Hank" Somers was the not always
genteel cow-puncher out at Big Man's
{21 bow, and he chewed plug!
Ezra did not chew plug, but circum-
stances forced him to sell it—and that
!s why, on this particular raw fall
ilay in Platts Corners, Ezra and
:'Hank" faced each other over the
phocolate-colored counter and ex-
changed pastoral courtesies,
"Cold enough for you, Hank?" que-
ried the clerk, shoving the packages
;oward his customer graciously.
"Purty durned chisely, Ez," fum-
bling beneath the bunglesome overall
'or a roll of bills in his hip pocket.
•'How much?"
"Tobacco $1.10, sugar twenty-five
?ents, coffee forty cents and candy
3ve—$1.80 all told! How's things out
C>n the Elbow?"
"Things is — bad. Ef we don't git a
warm spell of Injun summer, fust
{hing we know they won't be a bushel
p' good corn in this hull county.
Prost'll git 'er sure! Well, so long,
Ez!" and Henry slouched off to the
hitching rail alongside the town park,
(o get his team and lumber away over
the country roads toward his shack
fn the Moquin valley to the north.
In the village store, Ezra Norton,
shivering at the sudden, inclemency of
poreas, opened the door of the cavern-
pus sheet-iron stove and peered within
Jts sooty maw.
"Goin' to freshen 'cr up a bit, be
ve?" queried Alf Squiggs, forging into
ihe store and rubbing his blue hands
vigorously.
"Hey, there! Wait a minute! Look-
a-here!" and Alf, bobbing quickly to
the floor, picked from amidst the shav-
jngs a plump roll of bills!
Don't ye care nuthln' fer this sort
o' track, Ez, or are ye gittin' so dod-
gasted rich ye kin afford to burn 'er
like corncobs?"
Ezra Norton gasped!,
"That's a risky place for Hetty
Brown to be losing her money, Alf!"
excitedly, after a moment's hesitation.
She's just left, too! Here," hurried-
ly thrusting the money into his pock-
et, "you watch the store a minute and
I'll just run and catch her! She leaves
for Denver to-night!"
Sure, Ez, sure! Skip! I won't
suck no eggs while yer gone! Git!"
Norton's face was aglow when he
returned.
"Hetty was mighty glad to get her
money back!" he panted. "Said she
couldn't have gone west without it.
Lucky, wasn't it?"
"How much was they?" queried Alf.
"Oh, there wasn't much, but she was
mighty glad to get it just the same!"
"Looked to me like it 'ud most choke
p. cow," grinned Alf, gazing longingly
at the cheese-box.. "One dollar bills,
I s'pose, mostly!"
"I suppose so, acquiesced Ezra.
"Have a cigar, Alf?"
N—o, thank ye," reaching eagerly
for it, "I don't smoke se-gars any more,
'ceptin' when I kin git 'em! Haw!
haw!" and Alfred laughed immoderate-
ly at his waggishness as he scratched
a match where It would do the most
good, and "lit up."
Silence and smoke!
Then, "When's th' boss comin' home,
Ez?"
"To-morrow!"
"So?"
"Yes."
"Well, I'm goin'. Good-day, Ez."
"God-day, Alf."
$ # « i -
Grocer Bington and Clerk Norton
were talking It over earnestly, na be-
came the subject in hand.
"Ezra, we'vo belonged to the same
church for ten years, you've been a
good clerk and I ain't never found any-
thing wrong, and personally I don't be-
lieve you took that money—"
"I didn't," interrupted Ezra, dogged-
ly—"I didn't!"
"And while, of course, there's a lot
of talk going around about Hank suing
you, and some folks are criticising me
for keeping you here till it's cleared
Grar.d:duke is the name of a great
horned owl, a3 well as the cognomen
of a sovereign prince. The only in-
stance on record of their similarity,
however, is when the grand-duke of
ardent progeny and collapsed for-
tunes wins one of our rich and fair
daughters. Then he may be said to
be a sly old owl, even though he may
not be great.
Rules in grammar these days are as
fashionable as society women, chang-
ing ti*oir make-up every season. Onco
wo were told to say "an hundred dol-
lars"; now we have learned better
than to mention such a thing.
If somo men were grallatores and
waded in a river of whisky up to their
pin-feathers, they would never be
happy except when the dam went out
up stream.
up, I Just tsli you what I'd do," and
Grocer Bington brought down his fat
hand hard on the top of a sugar bar-
rel. "If I took that money, I'd confess
and give it up—but if I didn't, I'd see
'em in H—h—Hanover first! That's
what I'd do!"
"And that's just what I'm going to
do, Mr. Bington," answered Ezra, a
gleam of determination in his eye.
"Let me off to-day and I'll get my de-
fense ready and begin the fight. It's
rainy and bad anyhow and there won't
be much doing. What do you say—
can I get off?"
"Of course you can, Ezra. I'm just
as anxious as you are to get this thing
settled," agreed the grocer, "and the
sooner it's settled the better!"
t> * *
It was dusk of the same rain-whipped
day. The lone shack of Henry Somers
could scarcely be seen from the main
road, now inches deep with wet and
slippery clay, but a sopped and be-
draggled pedestrian, turning in at the
gateway, made straight for the hut.
A vigorous rapping brought "Hank"
to the door, candle In hand and cob
pipe between his teeth.
"Well, Ezra Norton!" cried the
rancher, "be you plum crazy? Come
right in!"
" 'Hank,' " blurted Norton, "I—No, I
ain't coming in—'Hank,' I hear thai
you say I got the $80 you lost in town
last week—but, 'Hank,' I—I didn't! I
didn't find your money and I ain't
guilty," tremblingly, "but this talk and
suspicion is killing my wife and it's
hurting me. As a member of the
church and an honorable citizen, I'd—
I'd rather pay you this money than be
called a—thief! I ain't got it now, but
I'll get It and pay you next week when
you come to town—No, I won't come
in, and I'm going back now the way
I came. I just wanted you to know,
that's all."
And before the astonished and half-
convinced Henry could interfere, Ezra
Norton had turned toward the ten
miles of black and sticky road and
was swallowed by the plutonian dark-
ness.
"Well, I swan!" growled Somers, "ef
that feller don't beat me!"
• * *
Grocer Bington was reading the
morning paper when, three weeks lat-
er, "Hank" Somers, much excited and
evidently bursting with concealed intel-
ligence, clandestinely slipped through
the rear door of the store and beck-
oned cautiously to Bington to follow
him into the alley.
"Got all three of 'em this mornin'—
been sick and couldn't git in-afore—
had the rheumatiz! This un's mailed
on the 7th, this un on the 9th, and
this un on the 11th," and "Hank"
thrust three letters, one by one, into
the hands of Bington.
The grOceryman, bewildered, won-
dering, opened the first letter, written
in a cramped and unruly hand, and
read:
"Deer Sur: My gilty conshuns ij
trublin me. Now, Hank Somers, 1
found yer mony miself atween the
kofe kan an the pickul keg and i
hcarn you air trin to lay this on Ezri
Norton who never done it. My con-
shuns wont stand it and im sendin
you $30 to-day and im goin to keep
sendin fassi kin. Yours truely,
"The Gilty One."
"And the hull $80 is in the three
letters," whispered "Hank" joyously,
"but," his face falling perceptibly,
"I'm mighty sorry fer layln' this here
Job agin Ezra Norton—an'—an' say,
Bington, I ain't much on beggin' par-
dons, ain't never don much o' that,
but you jest git a nice pah- o' mittens
out o' the' stock and giv' 'em to Ezra
with my compliments, an'—oh, yes, 1
want about 85 cents' tfuth o' Big
) Hatchet plug—and then I'm off!"
Grocer Bington studied the letters
long and carefully, scrutinizing the
writing and the paper, but at last he
gave it up as beyond his power to fer-
ret out the guilty person. In his heart,
however, he rejoiced that the stigma
attached to the good name of hia
clerk could now be lifted. He would
put the letters In the safe and save
the surprise until evening, when the
village "strategy board" met about the
grocery stove to settle "p'ints" ol
state!
Thrusting the proof of Norton's in-
nocence into the safe, he slammed
shut the ponderous door. As the mass
of iron and steel settled into its place
with a jar, a notebook fell from be
hind the safe to the floor!
Bington picked it up absently. He
did not remember of having such a
pad. Opening the cover carelessly,
the groceryman gave a sudden start.
Glancing about hurriedly, he reopened
the safe and took from the pigeon-
hole where he had placed them Henry
Somers' letters! Holding one of the
sheets to the light alongside a sheet
from the notebook, the honest mer-
chant gasped!
The water mark, "XX Niblick Mills,"
showed plainly in both pages. He
picked up the pad and, turning the
cover backwards, quickly scanned the
stubs. Three sheets, and three only,
had been removed!
"Guilty, by thunder!" he whispered,
feelingly.
Going to the journal, Grocer Bing-
ton erased a charge from the day's
accounts. It was this item:
"Henry Somers, one pair mittens for
Ezra Norton, $2.85."
The world is a thoroughfare and all
the men and women merely grafters.
They have their trimmings and are
trimmed in turn, and each man in
time plies many pliers on the unsus-.
pecting. Some are gentleman gratters
and others mere bludgeon wield era.
Somo get their money oaay and live
on Shady street; others hustle and
hang on by their eyebrows—but it is a
great and a glorious world for all
that!
At Tea With Polly.
When Polly puts the kettle on,
And lights the lamp, and spreads tho
cover,
Politeness tells mo to be gone;
But shamelessly I, lingering, hover.
In hopes that she will bid me stay,
For naught on earth is half so jolly,
As that half hour of twilight gray,
In paradise, at tea with Polly.
When I am tired, and worn, and sad,
I love to hear her china tinkle,
Its music makes my spirit glad,
And smoothes away each worrying
wrinkle,
All else on earth may fall to drive
Away the shade of melancholy,
But not a trouble can survive
The joy of taking tea with Polly.
To see her as she cuts the bread.
And spreads it daintily with butter.
To watch her shake her charming neaa,
At compliments I'm fain to utter.
An anchorite 'twould surely move,
Make him forget that life is folly,
And tempt him straightway }nt° '9.Y®*
If he could come to tea with Polly.
And when she pours the amber stream,
I long—but long in vain—to hug her.
She asks so sweetly, "More of cream.
Or. "Just another lump of sugar.
To live at peace I always try.
But willingly I'd face a volley
Of shot and shell, provided I
After the war, took tea with Polly.
—Brooklyn Eagle.
NEWS OF THE LABOR WORLD.
Every man's brain is the granary of
his experience. Keep out tho rats and
the wild oats.
The dignified man misses the fun
of playing iKumble-the-p*!g with the
Children,
When tho wheat gamblers are
through emphasizing the shortage of
the wheat crop, those little bottles of
sample wheat the millers use w}ll be
as valuable as gold nuggets.
When a man's friends begin to sym-
pathize with him he is in a bad way,
but when they criticise him hfi still
has a fighting chance.
Tho outsider who gambles on the
board of trade has fully as good 5
ahow as a snowball a b,a^ery,
Here Is good news for our enemies
—we are planning to publish a book!
"Git a ax!"
Items of Interest Gathered from Many
Sources.
The milling industry In the United
States is the third largest in the coun-
try.
At Canonsburg, Pa., the Standard
Tinplate company, employing 3,000
men, has resumed operations.
Building operations, which-had been
tied up for fifteen weeks by a lock-
out of the carpenters at Sharon, Pa.,
ha\e been resumed.
The 800 miners at the Barfaum col-
liery. of the Pennsylvania Coal com-
pany at Pittston, who have been out
on strike for two weeks, returned to
work.
The big building strike at Hartford,
Conn., which started in a disagree-
ment over 70 cents, has been ended
by a complete surrender by the con-
tractors.
The grand lodge of the International
association of machinists has levied an
assessment of $1 on journeymen and
50 Ncents on apprentices for the Santa
Pe strikers.
Engineers and switchmen operating
the dummy engines at the Illinois
Steel Company's plant at Joliet, 111.,
struck because the management cut
off the spell hands.
The Cleveland Civic Federation at-
tempted to settle the cloakmakers'
strike by arbitration, but the manu-
facturers declined to hold a confer-
ence on the ground that so far as they
were concerned there was nothing to
arbitrate.
The executive board of the United
Mine Workers of America voted $500
to the support of the packing house
strikers. Secretary Treasurer Wilson
said: "We shalL not make further
contributions at present, as thousands
of our own men are on strike."
At the meeting of the National Gar-
ment Workers' association President
Langer said that In the last year the
organization had had the most stub-
bornly contested strikes since 15967
These contests have only served to
emphasize the strength of the union,
he declared.
After a long conference between
Vice President Bryan of the Interbor-
ough Rapid Transit company and a
committee of the New York elevated
railroad employes it was announced
that an agreement satisfactory to both
sides had been reached and that there
will be no strike.
Notices were posted In the Home-
stead plant of the Carnegie Steel Com-
pany at Pittsburg announcing that the
33-inch, 119-inch and converting mills
would go on double turn. This leaves
only the 84-inch mill idle in the entire
plant The resumptiop gives 650 addi-
tional men employment.
The Charleroi plant of the Macbeth-
Evans Glass Company, which recently
severed connections with the Amer-
ican Flint Glassworkers' association,
partially resumed operations on a
non-union basis. About sixteen old
skilled employes reported for duty.
The plant employs 300 hands.
By a referendum vote the miners of
the Crooksville district have rejected
the proposition of the operators and
the strike will continue. The men
have been out over five months. Over
2,000 miners are Involved. Officials of
the Miners' union were disappointed
when the result was announced.
More than 100,000 wage earners are
idle as the result of strikes and lock-
outs affecting four prominent indus-
tries,. Probably as many more have
been thrown out of employment dur-
ing the last month by the wave of In-
dustrial discord and depression which
seems to be sweeping across the coun-
try.
Clairton furnace No. 2 of the United
States Steel corporation has been or-
dered in blast and notices to resume
In mills Nos. 8 and & have been posted
at the W, Dewees-Wood plant of the
American Sheet Steel and Tin Plate
f. njany at McKeesport. The re-
mx£- tiG/is will give employment to
v\'er 1,200 men.
Two strikes, affecting 2,000 men,
were declared by the Amalgamated
Association of Iron, Steel and Tin
Workers against the plants of the Re-
publican Iron and Steel Company at
Pittsburg and the Monongahela Steel
and Iron Company near McKeesport.
The trouble is not over wages, but
over recognition of the union, Super-
intendent Pendleton said tho company
would pay the scale, but would not
sign it.
Indignation in labor circlet) ia gen-
erally and emphatically expressed at a
certain action of the Brotherhood of
the Union at Us state convention In
Columbia, Pa. There It was decided
that the name should be changed by
the national circle so the brotherhood
should not be confuse^ with trade
unions. Union wwi claim that the
term "Unioa of States" should, to?
ill;o Reason, be dropped to suH the
opponents cf trade unions.
Organized labor of Chicago soon Is
to have a banking institution of its
own. A PWmU for the First Union
Lfibey Bank of Chicago, capitalized for
$300,000. has been Issued in Sprites-
field. The incorporators nr<s Charles
F. Strubbe. financial secretary of Dis-
trict Lodge No. 8 of the Machinists'
Villon; John E. Seano^ treasure* cf
the same union, and John B. Farrell,
a member of the same organization
The purpose is to conduct a banking
business for all labor organizations in
the city. The management and direc-
torate of the institution are to remain
in the control of active trade union-
ists.
The Pennsylvania Railroad Com-
pany made the most sweeping reduc-
tion in the time of the men employed
that has taken place since the panic
of 1893. The employes of the machinc
shops were notified that they would
be divided into shifts, each shift to
work every other day, eight hours to
constitute a day's- work. One shift
will work Mondays and Wednesdays
and the other Tuesday and Thursday.
The remainder of the week the shops
will be closed down entirely. It is
not known how long the order will
continue in effect.
A few sheds erected In 1862 at .Ta-
malabore for repairs to rolling stock
of the East fcdia Railway have ex-
panded Into a plant covering 100 acres
at the present time, and with an out-
put valued at more than 5,000,000
rupees a year. There are 90,000 labor-
ers employed, and in magnitude the
shops are said to be exceeded only by
those of the London & Northwestern
Railway Company at Crewe. The
Railway World says that at Jamala-
pore the railway locomotive is liter-
ally manufactured from the raw ma-
terial—old iron, ingots of copper, zinc
and tin—into the finished machine
ready for service.
Alfred Kolb, councilor of state of
Germany, has just issued a book on
the labor question In this country. Ho
worked as a laborer here while mak-
ing his observations. In his book he
says: "I went to America with tho
Intention of gathering material for a
book in which I had hoped to prove
the injustice of the demands of the
working classes, but my practical ex-
perience entirely changed my views
of the labor question. I found prob-
lems of whose existence I had no idea
and I cannot deny that my sympathies
are no longer with the employers, and
must admit that most of the demands
made by the unions are just and fair."
The firemen's union international
convention at Washington elected the
following officers: Timothy Healy,
Now York city, president; James P.
Conroy, St. Louis, Joseph O'Donnell,
Whiting, Ind., H. W. Bausch, Toledo,
O., Thomas Kane, Danbury, Conn., R.
E. McLean, Newark, Chas. R. Moran,
Holyoke, and Frank Huldane, Rum-
ford Falls, Me., vice presidents; C. L.
Shamp, Omaha, Neb., secretary-treas-
urer; delegates to the A. F. of L. con*
vention, Joseph W. Morton, Chicago;
C. L. Shamp, Omaha; Timothy Healy,
New York. Amendments to the con-
stitution were adopted fixing the
terms of officers at two years and
providing for biennial meetings in-
stead of annual.
In a recent address Justice Brewer
of the United States Supreme Court
said that workingmen have a legal
-right to strike when not bound by con-
tract to the contrary. Employes may
quit work, singly or in a body, but ia
case they quit work, there is an equal
right on the part of the employers to
seek other employes and there la the
same right of these employes to ac-
cept such employment. "These prop-
ositions are too plain for argument,"
declared the judge. While he. of
course, took a strong position against
violence in times of strikes, Judge
Brewer said that criminals always
seek the multitude. Let a strike be
announced and a mob is there at onco.
with active criminals soattered
through it to do their work.
Melbourne, the capital city of Vic-
toria, has a population of about 500,-
000, and it is the chief manufacturing
city of Australia. At the recent par-
liamentary election the labor candi-
date was Dr. William Malobey. The
retiring member was a candidate tor
re-election. He wae Sir Malcolm Mc-
Eacharn, Lord Mayor of Melbourne, a
ship owner and a merchant of excel-
lent standing in the capitalist ranks.
The returns of the election gave Sir
Malcolm a majority of seventy-seven.
The labor party alleged fraud and pe-
titioned for an investigation, with the
result that the returns were thrown
out and a new election ordered. The
result of the new poll was 8,667 votes,
for Maloney and T,S08 for Sir Malcolm,
a majority of 859 for the labor candi-
date. The labor party is very Jubilant
over its victory.
One of New York's dally newspapers
said editorially th© other- day: "In
the industrial readjustment now tak
ing place the ties which bind men to
their unions are weakening." What *s
meant by "the Industrial readjustment
now taking place" is not clear nles>
the combinations that are being mad*
of employers Is meant. H Is true thai
these combinations are being made tc
fight the unions, but so fer they have
had the opposite effect. No adjust
ment made by capitalism that Implies,
war on unionism will weaken the tier
that bind union men. Labor organ!
zatlons can be seriously injured only
by their own acts. The union move-
ment has now reach^ji a point where
only internal strife tan destroy ft. In-
spired by faith In the purity of fts mo-
tives, cemented by mutual respect and
ccm&dence, an<\ guided by wisdom
the American hibor movement will not
die while there is need of It.
A sensation was sprung at Pittsburg
when members of the Window Qlass
Workers' union went Into court and
asked for an accounting of the organ-
ization's finance*, the appointment of
a receiver, the dissolution of the as-
semblj anfl a distribution of the funds
in its treasury. The bill in equity
was filed by Sehoyer & Hunter, at-
torneys for Arthur Witterbort. Jul est
Hueg James K. Tarr, David G. Joha-
son and Leo Walker, members of local
assembly No. 300. It is charged that
discrimination In favor of the Ameri-
can Window Glass Company was
shown by the office whes tfcey al-
lowed that concern to operate its fac-
tories employ cutters awl flatten-
ees on and after Aug. i$, t903, when
aa order had beon Issued that mem-
ber# should *ot accept employment
before No*. 10, 1903. Secret rebates
to certain manufacturers are also ai
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