Wisconsin Labor Advocate

Volume 1. La Crosse, Wisconsin, Friday, August 20, 1886. Number 1.

Condensed General News. 

The Savage Riots in Belfast. 

A telegram from Belfast of the 10th says: Five thousand troops and 2,500 constables 
occupy the disturbed districts. The presence of the police tends to increase instead of 
suppress the disorders. Protestants declare that Catholics were the aggressors by wrecking 
protestant houses, while Catholics are equally certain that Protestants were the aggressors. 
Of one thing there is no doubt—never did two mobs of different religions display a more 
bloodthirsty desire to kill or maim each other. During the fighting on Sunday and 
Monday whenever powder ran short, viragoes on both sides, with flat-irons and other 
implements, ground large grains of blasting powder into a size suitable for small arms, 
while boys of tender age melted lead into bullets and slugs. While the rioters were firing, 
youths and women stood behind them loading spare guns, in order to prevent a waste of 
time. Both sides are doing their utmost to hide their losses. On Monday the Protestants 
received a welcome donation of twenty-five rifles and much ammunition from 
Ballymaccarett sympathizers, while Ballynalinch Nationalists sent the Catholics a supply 
of ammunition and many revolvers of the type called “Sweethearts.” The plentinces of 
weapons will constitute the greatest danger in the future. A visitor who has been studying 
the cause of the riots, writes: It is useless mincing matters. The police have fired upon 
and slain people from panic, if not from vindictiveness. The people assert that the latter 
was the cause. The people regard the police as murderers, not protectors. The friends and 
neighbors of the killed and wounded all regard the police as foes.  Their bare presence is 
a terror to be repulsed and excludes the idea of wantonness. I have seen men in 
respectable houses throwing stones at a batch of twenty policemen escorted by 100 horse 
soldiers. 
Numerous complaints have been made of the behavior of the police. 

Cutting and the Mexican Imbroglio. 

An American newspaper correspondent saw Cutting in the jail at Paso del Norte, Mexico. 
 “I asked him,” he says, “particularly as to his alleged circulation personally in Mexico of 
the article complained of. He replied: ‘Upon going over to the Mexican side on the 
morning of publication, I had in my pocket a copy of the paper El Sentinel. I entered a 
corner cafe kept by a friend of mine and casually handed him a paper, the only one I had. 
This is the very truth of the story of my circulating great numbers of the papers in Paso 
del Norte.’ I asked Cutting whether he intended to appeal his case to the supreme court of 
Chihuahua. He said that his attorney, a young Mexican student just out of the law school, 
had determined to do so.”
 A dispatch from the city of Mexico says: Public sentiment here regarding the Cutting 
case is still aroused, owing largely to the threats of war from the state of Texas. In an 
interview an European diplomat said: The United States and Mexico should be allowed to 
settle the cases in dispute even if they have to resort to friendly arbitration. It is certain 
that the state of Chihuahua has as good a right to her peculiar code as has France, from 
which country Chihuahua took her example. It is not likely that the United States in a 
case of similar kind with France would make a peremptory demand for the release of her 
citizens. The United States’ view of this case will not be the view of Europe. 
 A dispatch from El Paso, Texas, says: The impression is gaining ground in El Paso that 
the Cutting case will be a subject for diplomatic correspondence for some months to 
come, and that meanwhile the prisoner will not be released. The whole disturbance seems 
to be quietly settling down. 
 “There has not a man in my department been moved,” said Gen. Terry at Chicago in 
reference to the report that unusual activity was the order about the military posts anent 
the possible trouble with Mexico. “There is no such thing as preparations being made for 
the removal of troops to Texas.” 

President McNeill, who embezzled a large amount of money from the Lancaster (Mass.) 
bank, some time ago, is ill and unhappy in Canada and wants to come back to this 
country. Detectives got back most of the money he stole. 

It is stated in the war and navy departments that while the fighting branches of the 
government are in their customary condition of readiness for action, offensive and 
defensive, the present difficulties with Mexico are yet the exclusive concern of the 
diplomatic branch, and that no movement of troops or vessels have yet been ordered with 
a view to possible warfare. At the state department it is said that there is nothing new 
which it would be proper to make public, at present, but that there is till reason to doubt 
an amicable adjustment of the Cutting affair. It is unofficially learned that the 
correspondence now in progress is expected to bring about the definite results of some 
kind within a few days more. The direct object sought to be accomplished by the 
government is, first, the release of Cutting. 

As there was no appropriation made for the salaries for the superintendent and his corps 
of assistants of the Yellowstone National Park Supt. Wear says he will immediately 
resign. 

The president appoints Daniel Magone as collector of customs at New York, vice Hedden, 
and sets the political gossips talking. 

It is thought the president will reappoint all his rejected nominees. 

Ex-Gov. John W Stevenson of Kentucky died at his home in Covington, Ky., after a brief 
illness, aged seventy-four. 

There are forty American students at Heidelberg university, of whom twenty-five are 
regular members. Two-thirds of them are graduates of American colleges. 
Since Barnum offered $20,000 for the capture of the sea serpent the monster has not been 
seen. 

Zimmerman and Co.’s brewery at Woodstock, Ill., burned. Loss, 70,000; insurances, 
$20,000. 

The Democrats of the First Missouri district, nominated William H. Hatch to congress. 
Jake Schoolcraft, an ex-convict, is creating a reign of terror in Boone county, W. Va. 
 The executive committee of the New York Irish Parliamentary Fund association decided 
to pay $ 53,000 that had been collected into the banks at 1-2 per cent until it should be 
needed by Parnell and his band.

E.A Anderson, a prominent farmer and stock dealer near Clinton, Mo., has fled, leaving 
$21,000 debts. In several instances he obtained money by forgery, it is alleged. 

  The Iowa meteorologist, Prof. Foster, says that one of the greatest periods of 1886 will 
begin on Aug. 16 and continue till the 28th, during which the great drouth will be 
completely broken by heavy rains, hail and tornadoes and heavy gales. A tropical 
hurricane will occur on the Southeast Atlantic coast between the 16th and 20th. These 
storms will be general in Iowa and Illinois, and the New England states, Eastern Canada 
and Labrador will be in the path. Vivid sun spots from the 18th to the 24th, and brilliant 
auroras on the 20th and 28th are predicted. 

  Gov. Ireland of Texas issued a proclamation asking for relief for the drouth sufferers. 

   The rice crop of Louisiana turns out splendidly. The first sample brought 11 ½ cents a 
pound in New Orleans. 

 The next meeting of the American Agricultural and Dairy association will be held at 
Philadelphia Sept 14, 1888. 

 The three daughters of the late F. A. Drexel have nearly $4,000,000 each. They give a 
way most of the income. 

 Sydney Bartlett, aged eighty-two, is the leading Boston lawyer, in active practice, and is 
worth $100,000 a year. 

 A Fort Assinaboine special says Little Poplar, chief of the Cree Indians, who figured so 
conspicuously in the Northwestern rebellion, was shot and instantly killed about one mile 
east of Assinaboine by a halfbreed named Ward. The killing is supposed to have been 
done in self-defense, as Poplar took a hand in the firing with a six-shooter of the same 
pattern as was used by the mounted police, when Ward opened fire with a Winchester 
rifle, firing three shots, each of which took effect, one through the head and two through 
the breast. 

 Ben: Perley Poor: It is noticed by the ladies that Mrs. Folsom invariably lets her daughter 
take precedence. When the president and his wife take Mrs. Folsom to ride they occupy 
the comfortable seat of their Victoria, while the mother-in-law sits on a front seat 
designed for children, back to the horses. 
 Senator Beck’s wife brought him a change of linen to the senate chamber, the other day, 
after he had been speaking and was drenched with perspiration. 

 Kate Chase, when at the White House, wore a black grenadine skirt with overskirt of 
black lace, a tight-fitting white Jersey covered with tiny pink roses, and a becoming hat, 
over her light brown hair, pretty well sprinkled with gray. 

 Mary Carrier, daughter of a poor shoemaker at Detroit, Mich., has brought suit against 
William Benson, a capitalist lumberman, asking support for her child, of which she says 
he is the father. Benson denies the charge. 

 The drowning of Mrs. Evenden, at Hannibal, Mo., has revealed the scandal that she and 
other married women went in bathing with two male friends entirely naked. 

 Commissioner Squire and Maurice B. Flynn are arrested in New York on indictments 
brought by the grand jury. 

 Four convicts try to escape from the penitentiary at Anamoss, Iowa. One is killed, 
another badly wounded, but one gets away. 

 An unpublished letter of Gen. Meade is made public, criticising Gen. Sickles’ conduct at 
Gettysburg. 

  An exploding thresher engine at Lake Mills, Wis., kills five persons. 

 The resolution offered at the grand encampment of the G.A.R at San Francisco favoring 
the passage by congress of an act giving every surviving soldier and sailor of the war a 
pension was defeated by a vote of 327 to 86. 

 A settlement has been reached in connection with the large Newberry estate at Chicago 
by which the heirs will divide between themselves 2,400,000 and the remainder, equal to 
about the same amount, will be at once devoted to the establishment of a public library. 

 The appointment of Daniel Magone as collector of customs at New York, vice William L. 
Hedden, “resigned,” was announced at the White House, and created considerable 
excitement. Mr. Magone is described by the treasury to be a model civil service reformer, 
an extraordinary keen lawyer, a modest politician, and a model business man. 

 The president has lately received advices which will give him renewed hopes that 
Secretary Manning may be able, after all, to reconsider his determination to retire from 
public life. 

 Postoffices established: Minnesota—Lemoille, Winona County. Wisconsin—Burke, 
Dane county. Postmasters Commissioned: Dakota—Lordsberg, J. Murray; Richland, M. 
Clark. Iowa—Adair, M. Lynch; Jolley, F.C. Mallory. Wisconsin—Boyd, R. Patton. 

  Susan B. Anthony has started the “Womens National association,” for the advancement 
of women in the District of Columbia. 

 Acting Indian Commissioner Upshaw denies that the Leech Lake Indians are suffering 
for food. 

 Mrs. Luella May Pavey, widow of the late Detrave Pavey, naturalist and surgeon of the 
Greely arctic expedition, has donated to the national museum the relics collected by her 
husband on his trip to the arctic regions. Mrs. Pavey recently received the last installment 
of her husband’s pay for his services in the Greely expedition, thus showing that the 
government recognizes her as his lawful widow.  

 Commissioner Sparks has shown in his appreciation of the fact that congress is not in 
session by demanding the resignation of Maj. Clark, the recorder of the general land 
office. Maj. Clark has been in the office for twenty years. 

 It was stated at the general land office in reply to a question concerning the discharge of 
a clerk at Mitchell, Dak., land office, that the action was due to a failure on the part of 
congress to make the necessary appropriations for the clerical work of the department. 

 The wheat crops of France is estimated at 106,000,000 hectolitres against 110,000,000 in 
1885. 

 John Ruskin’s illness has decreased. His condition is now pronounced to be that of 
convalescence. 

 The Canadian Pacific’s gross earnings for June were $895,933; working expenses, $519, 
473; net profits, $376,450. The net profits from Jan. 1 to June 30 were 1, 293,615. 

 The returns issued by the British board of trade shows that the imports for the month of 
July decreased 2,150,000 [pounds] as compared with the same month last year, and that 
the exports decreased 680,000 [pounds]. 

 Francoise Antonie Maxime Lallaune, the French designer and engraver, is dead. 
 Sir Samuel Feruson, Q. C., LL.D., and president of the Royal Irish academy, is dead, 
aged seventy –six years. 

  The London Standard says: When the discussions on the estimates are over parliament 
will be prorogued, not adjourned. 

 For an almost uninterrupted distance of nearly one hundred miles north of Stevens Point, 
Wis., along the Wisconsin Central, forest fires are raging, and hundreds of men are 
fighting the flames, seeking to save the towns and villages hemmed in by them. 

 The National grand grove, United Ancient Order of Druids, appointed the following 
officers at Chicago: M.N.G. A., Nicholas Berg of St. Louis; R.W.D.G. A., Adam Weber 
of Dayton, O.; grand secretary, H. Freudenthal of Albany, N.Y.; grand treasurer, Philip 
Reichwein of Indianapolis; grand herald, Samuel C. Harris of Albany, N.Y.; grand 
sentinel, C.W Tyler of Richmond, Va.; grand guardian, Charles Weber of St. Louis; 
trustees, Henry Liegenhein, St. Louis; John C. Meyer of Chicago, and John C. Dick of 
Milwaukee. Next biennial session of the grand grove will be held in St. Paul in 1888. 

 In the case of Commissioner Squire and Contractor Flynn, indicted for conspiracy at 
New York, defendants pleaded not guilty, and the trial was set for Sept. 5. 
 


WISCONSIN NEWS ITEMS

Considerable damage by fire is done to timber in Ashland and Bayfield counties.

 The Door County Advocate says the crop of winter wheat now being harvested in that 
county is the largest ever gathered there. 

 A piece of marsh land in the town of Algoma has been burning for nearly a month. The 
fire has spread over a tract containing upward of twenty acres, and has burned into the 
earth to a depth of from twelve to fourteen inches. 

 The Northwestern Lumber company awarded a contract to C.B. Hodgdon to put in 
10,000,000 feet of logs on the Chippewa waters, allowing three seasons to complete the 
job. 

 Henry Dampf, one of the Milwaukee Garden rioters whose sentence was suspended a 
month ago, has been sentenced to six months’ hard labor in the house of correction. 

 Ex-Congressman Deuster of Milwaukee has recovered the $2,000 worth of books stolen 
from him by his protege, Winne. 

 A number of hay stacks along the Chippewa bottoms fell prey to the running fires and 
were totally consumed. 

 Among the late transfers on the upper Chippewa and feeders are several valuable tracts 
owned by Stocking Brothers, of easy access to railroads, sold to the Chippewa log pool 
for $ 76,000. The same firm sold their one-half interest in town 42, range 6 west, to the 
pool for $85,000. 

 Richmond Bros.’ paper mill at Appleton, burned; loss, $60,000; insurance, $35,000. 

 The Milwaukee, Lake Shore & Western Railroad company now have a crew of about 
five hundred men and a large number of teams grading and building side tracks to the 
Trimble, Montreal and Pence mines, a short distance west of Hurley. 

 The fire in the cranberry marshes in Wood county was set by sparks from a Wisconsin 
Central locomotive, and the company is adjusting the losses. 

 W.B. Sinclair of Black Earth was terribly burned by the explosion of a gasoline stove at 
the Monona lake encampment. 

 Stanley S. Stout of Milwaukee is the patentee of the new compressed air gun fro 
throwing life lines successfully tested recently. 

 W.B. Halverson of Sloughton was killed by a stroke of lightning while fishing at 
Washburn. 

 Andrew Jolcover of Ottawa, Ont., was killed at Eau Claire by a log rolling upon him. 

 The Northern Fair association offers $5,500 in premiums. 

 The butternut crop will be very large all over the state. 

 Mrs. Hamlin, a daughter of ex-Senator Sawyer and granddaughter by marriage of 
Hannibal Hamlin, is about to publish a book called “A Politician’s Daughter.” 

 Miss Florence Pierron of Fond du Lac is about to sail for Paris for the purpose of 
entering one of the musical conservatories there. Musical critics believe her voice is a 
remarkable mezzo soprano. 

 The Corker Chair company at Sheboyan turned out last year the largest number of chairs 
of any factory in the United States. 

 Natural gas has been found at Kaukama and in Dundas, Calumet county. It blazes up 
twenty feet in the air. 

 The democrats of the Fifth congressional district will hold their convention at Green Bay 
Sept. 7. 

 There is good reasons to believe that the sale of the Green Bay, Winona & St. Paul to the 
Burlington & Northern is a settled fact. 

 The prohibition candidate for governor of the state is an Eau Clair dentist, Charles 
Alexander. 

 De Soto’s cisterns are all dry and water is taken from the river. 

 The boiler of a threshing engine exploded on the Foster farm, near Jefferson, killing five 
persons instantly—Anthony Klein, the engineer, and his son, Joseph Lester and his 10-
year-old boy and Joseph Hass. Another of Lester’s sons, aged 8 years, and a man named 
Fisher, were fatally scalded. Several others received scalds. 

  Frank Johnson of Chetek and Jesse Philips of Rice Lake, who escaped from the Barron 
county jail, were recaptured. 

 The Chippewa Falls Woolen and Linen Mill company filed articles of association with 
the secretary of state. 

 The Free Methodist church and contents, located a few miles northwest of Fairchild, was 
destroyed by fire. 

 Articles of association of the Eau Claire Street Railway company were filed with the 
register of deeds. 

 A notable social event occurred at the residence of Mr. and Mrs. Oscar F. Jackson, of 
Eau Claire, it being the marriage of their only daughter, Miss Bertha, a leading society 
young lady, and Mr. M. M. Sanderson, city agent for the P.C. Hanford Oil Company of 
Chicago. 

 In May, during the labor troubles, all of the Milwaukee brewing companies were forced 
to advance the wages of their laboring men. Recently some of the companies have 
reduced wages again, and the employees are organizing a systematic boycott against 
them. 

PERVERTED AFFECTION
      
      I.
A young man of about thirty years of age stepped slowly along one of the principal 
streets of the metropolis. He was of an elegant and interesting presence. He gazed 
absent-mindedly into the show windows to the right, and seemed lost in thought. 
 “Good morning, Edmund,” called a gentleman apparently ten years his senior and of 
compact figure, with a full black beard, who was coming towards him. “This is the first 
time I have seen you since your marriage, and it confirms the sad aphorism that a young 
husband forgets nothing more easily than his friends. Do not interrupt me, for I intend no 
reproaches, since I am aware of your happiness. You have married the prettiest girl in 
town, and I think you are too sensible not to agree with me when I say her money is no 
drawback. Poverty makes no one happy, and riches do no harm, you know.”
 Over the handsome face of Mr. Edmund Hagen, the person addressed, flitted a weak 
smile. 
 “Doctor, I do not say that you are not right,” he answered; “but money cannot do 
everything. I am happy, yet—“ 
 He did not finish the sentence. 
 “Yet?” repeated Dr. Henry Brose, who was a physician of note. “This word betrays the 
fact that your happiness has some sort of unpleasant after-taste. What to you mean by 
this ‘yet?’”
 “Nothing—nothing!” said Hagen. 
 “This won’t do,” continued Brose. “I do not require a confession; but an old friend 
should not be cut off short in this way. Where does it pinch?”
 “Nowhere—nowhere!” cried Hagen, half out of humor. “My happiness would be 
complete, were not the mother of my wife—“
 “Aha! The mother-in-law!” broke in the doctor. “You have always described here to me 
as a most excellent person.”
 “She is all that! I consider her a paragon of a woman and mother.” 
 “My dear Hagen, then I do not understand you.”
 “My wife is an angel. Every day I learn to esteem and lover her more,” continued Hagen. 
“My mother-in-law is a very excellent woman; kind, compliant, self-sacrificing. She 
does everything to please me, yet—“
 “Again that mysterious ‘yet!’” broke in the doctor. “Pray, speak intelligibly.” 
 “ I do speak intelligibly,” said Hagen. “She fosters and cherishes me as her own son and 
favorite. Every morning she prepares for me the most delicious coffee; at noon she 
selects for me the most delicious tid-bits; in the evening she cuddles me like a child, she 
spoils me!”
 “Well, that is not so terrible,” said Brose, laughing. 
 “But she never leaves us alone together!” burst out Hagen at last.
 “That is unpleasant.”
 “She means it all right; but it is very painful for me,” continued Hagen. “She loves my 
wife distractedly, because she is her only child, and this reconciles me to the conditions 
again and again; but this love becomes uncomfortable, since my wife cannot separate 
from her mother either. I rejoiced like a child in anticipation of our wedding trip. I had to 
give it up because my wife insisted that her mother should accompany us.”
 “You acted very prudently,” said Brose, in his dry, earnest manner. 
 “Yes, I was defrauded of my wedding trip, and now I am being swindled out of my 
honeymoon!” continued Hagen, even more passionately, “My wife cannot part from her 
mother, nor the mother from her child. I have often the feeling as though I were not the 
husband of my wife, or master in my own house!”
 “Edmund this is a bad state of affairs,” said the doctor, stroking his beard with his right 
hand. “You are all of you suffering from too much, and, I may add, perverted, affection. 
But I have an idea! How would it do to marry your mother-in-law to somebody? She is 
not forty yet, is well preserved, a handsome woman, and, to one who had not seen her 
certificate of baptism, she would appear thirty at the most.”
 “Are you mad?” cried Hagen. 
 “Why?”
 “My wife is the only heir of her mother, to whom the entire property belongs. Should 
she marry again we might perhaps be left with a trifling inheritance.” 
 “You are right. Let us not get her married, then. But I would willingly be of assistance 
to you in this crisis of your callow marital felicity.” 
 “You can!” said Hagen. “Visit me this evening—frequently—every evening! My 
mother-in-law is a refined, cultured, amiable lady. Entertain yourself with her. I am 
certain you will not pass the time unpleasantly. I know you like Rudesheimer. I have an 
excellent vintage of this brand. One, two, three bottles at your service every evening. I 
will see that you have the very best Havanas, and you will have no other duty than that 
of entertaining my mother-in-law, so that my wife and I can have an hour to ourselves. 
Are you agreed?”
 “Of course!” cried the doctor laughing. 
 “And you certainly will come this evening?”
 “Certainly!”
 “And the following evenings, too?”
  “Every evening! It is no great sacrifice.”
 “But you are doing me a great favor,” said Hagen, while he grasped his friend’s hand 
and pressed it warmly. “You are putting to flight the only cloud that thus far has troubled 
my happiness.”
 “I will bring back the sunshine. You will be satisfied with me,” answered the doctor. 
 “but you must not betray by a single word the fact that I have occasioned your coming.”
 “My dear Hagen, have you ever found me so weak as to gossip more than was good?”
 “No, no! You are coming this evening, then, as though making a chance visit?”
 “Assuredly! My way leads me past your door. I will call in just to see how my old friend 
is getting along. Or if you have no family physician I will come as such.”
 “That will be better—do that!” cried Hagen, joyfully. “I will present you to my mother-
in-law as the most accomplished physician to be found anywhere.”
 “In saying that, you will say only the truth in my opinion,” answered Brose, jokingly.
 “Well, au revoir!”  
 The friends parted. 

 II. 
Edward Hagen occupied, with his young wife, her mother’s villa, which stood in a 
magnificently laid out, park-like garden; a short distance outside the city gates, Mm. 
Borschers, whose husband had been dead a few years only, spared no pains to create for 
the young couple a charming and happy home. She considered it the mission of her life 
to care for the happiness of the two young people; Margaret was, to tell the truth, a mere 
child, and had never been accustomed to act for herself. She had not the slightest idea 
that through her immoderate care and love, she had become burdensome to her son-in-
law. 
 It was evening when Edmund returned home. His wife and mother-in-law received him 
in the garden. Margaret ran to meet him. “You came so late today!” she cried, while she 
wound her arms around him tenderly and looked up to him with eyes swimming in 
happiness. 
 “Not any later than usual,” answered Hagen, smiling. “You know my business does not 
permit me to come earlier. Your impatience has probably made the time seem long.” 
 “Children, come; the tea is ready,” broke in Mm. Borschers. 
 “Let me first take a short walk with Margaret in the garden,” replied Hagan. “Besides, I 
do not feel the slightest hunger,” 
 “Because you overwork yourself!” said Mm. Borschers. 
 “No, I do not overwork myself,” Hagan assured her. 
  “Do come!” Margaret begged, in tender tones. “Mamma is right. You must first rest We 
will take a walk afterwards.” 
  Hagan followed, although unwillingly. For a single hour alone with his wife he would 
gladly have gone without his supper. He had no appetite, although his mother-in-law has 
prepared for him his favorite dish. He looked impatiently at his watch, hoping that his 
friend would soon make his appearance and relieve him. 
  Brose came at last. Hagan introduced him as his dearest friend, and spoke of his 
qualifications as a physician and his amiability in terms overflowing with encomium. 
   “My dear Hagan, I fear your words of exaggerated praise will do me harm,” the 
doctor responded, smiling. “The ladies will now expect me to display all these 
transcendental qualities and inevitable disappointment will be the consequence.” 
   “Doctor, I give my son-in-law’s words the most unreserved credence, since I know he 
is incapable of uttering an untruth,” protested Mme. Borschers, and reached her hand in 
welcome to the physician. 
   They went into the garden and seated themselves under a linden tree. Hagen provided 
the promised win, and gave his friend a look of gratitude.
   It was for Brose no sacrifice in the society of his friend’s mother-in-law; for she was 
amiable and refined, and looked so youthful and fresh, that she might well be taken for 
her daughter’s elder sister. 
   Hagen listened to the conversation a short time, and then withdrew to promenade up 
and down slowly among the trees, arm in arm with his young wife. 
  How happy he felt! At last he was alone with his beloved Margaret! They had been 
married only a short time, and had naturally a great many things to say. The moon shone 
through the tree tops; the evening was still and cool. 
   Hagen, since his marriage, had not enjoyed a single confidential hour like this. He 
could have shouted aloud with joy. The time passed so quickly that it seemed only a few 
minutes, and he was almost frightened when he looked at his watch and became aware 
that he had walked up and down with his wife more than two hours. He returned 
immediately to his friend. It was not without some feeling of mental perturbation that he 
allowed his eye to rest for a moment on his mother-in-law; but she did not seem to know 
even how long he had been absent.
   “Dr. Brose entertained me excellently,” she said in a tone that instantly betrayed her 
cheerful and contented frame of mind.
   “That I knew, else I would not have left you alone with him,” answered Hagen. 
“Notwithstanding the fact that he is a woman-hater, and has sworn never to marry, he is 
a pleasant companion.”
   He stepped up to his friend and pressed his hand, with a glance of private intelligence. 
Then he brought a second bottle of wine to empty with his preserver. 
   As Brose at last prepared to return home, Mme. Borschers invited him to repeat his 
visit soon.
  “Doctor, you must come again tomorrow evening,” Hagen broke in. “You have helped 
us to pass the time so agreeably that we feel impelled to ask a further sacrifice.”
   “I hope that I shall never have to make a sacrifice with less hardship,” answered 
Brose, laughing, and he promised to come.
   Hagen accompanied him as far as the garden gate.
   “You are my good angel, my dear doctor,” he said, seizing his hand. One can pass an 
hour in gossip with the old lady splendidly, eh? She is lively and sympathetic; in short, 
she is a very superior kind of woman!” 
   “I agree with you in everything,” Brose assured him, and withdrew.
  
                                         III.
   The doctor came the next evening, and during two weeks he was almost every 
evening the guest of his friend. He talked with the mother-in-law while Hagen and his 
young wife promenaded undisturbed in the garden. 
   But one morning he entered his friend’s place of business. Hagen sprang up much 
pleased and hastened to meet him. 
  “Ah, my liberator!” he cried, seizing Brose’s two hands in his. “Best of friends how 
kind of you to come. I wanted to look you up today and tell you how happy I am. You 
are a sorcerer, my dear fellow! What charm have you used to work such a complete 
change in my mother-in-law? We are now left to ourselves, not only in the evening but 
often during the day as well. For hours together my mother-in-law sits in her room, and 
we young people avail ourselves of the time and amuse ourselves like children. This 
morning, even, she advised us to make an excursion in the country next Sunday, and she 
added, regretfully, that she would be unable to accompany us. We are going out alone, 
doctor—alone! All this we owe to you!”
   Over the face of the doctor flitted a sly smile. 
   “I can tell you still more,” he replied. “Your mother-in-law intends to move and leave 
the house to you alone.” 
   “Doctor, that would be delicious!” exclaimed Hagen. “But I cannot believe it. Where 
would she move to?”
   “To me.”
   “To you?” said Hagen, astonished. “Will you rent a part of your house?”
   “No, my friend,” Brose answered, laughing. “Your mother-in-law is going to marry 
me, and, of course, will reside in my house.”
   Hagen involuntarily drew back a step and stared at the doctor. 
   “You are joking,” he said. 
   “Assuredly not! You described your mother-in-law to me as one of the most excellent 
of women and I have found that the facts bear out your eulogy in every particular. In 
order to render you a service, I have asked her if she will be mine. She has answered 
‘yes’. You can, therefore, congratulate me as your future father-in-law!”
   “No, no! this won’t do! It must not be!” exclaimed Hagen.
   “And why not? I see nothing to hinder.”
   “It won’t do!” repeated Hagen, who was not able to control his excitement. “It won’t 
answer! The estate—my wife is the only heir—she would have to share—“ 
   “Certainly, my friend, for I do not desire the whole,” Brose smilingly replied. “Your 
mother-in-law is ready even now to cede half the property to your wife.”
   “And the other half,” burst in Hagen.
   “She will keep herself,” laughed Brose. 
   Hagen stood silent and gnawed at his under lip with his teeth.
   “You have shamefully betrayed me!” he then broke out. “You have deceived me, told 
me what was not true—“
   “What was not true?” Brose interrupted him. 	
   “Yes! Have you not repeatedly told me that you would never marry?”
    “Of course; but I have thought better of it. I would, in all probability, have carried 
out my resolution had I not had the good fortune to make the acquaintance of your 
mother-in-law. I have to thank you for it.”
   He held out his hand to his friend. Hagen turned away. 
   “I do not wish any thanks!” he said. “You need not trouble yourself any more, either. 
You need not visit any more at my house!”
   “Good!” laughed Brose, whom the passion of his friend amused. “But you will not 
object to my visiting my fiance of an evening? Now be reasonable, Hagen! Your mother-
in-law’s estate is so large that you can live pleasantly and contentedly on have of it. You 
ought to rejoice at the prospect of acquiring such a father-in-law! Now, give me your 
hand.” 
  Half-hesitatingly, Hagen gave it.
   “Could I have anticipated this, I would never have asked you to visit me,” he said, 
half grumbling and yet smiling. 
   “I thoroughly believe it,” laughed Brose. 
   “Now, let us remain good friends. I am also free to confess that besides your mother-
in-law, I have had much satisfaction in making the acquaintance of your wine. Do not let 
the brand be exhausted, and I will come often in the future to pay you a visit.”
   The friends separated perfectly reconciled. But Hagen still needed some hours to 
compare notes with himself before he had accustomed himself to the thought that he, too, 
cold learn to live on half the estate and be happy. 
  
  
  Congressmen’s Letters. 
  
  Washington’s Telegram Chicago Inter Ocean. 
   
  Congressmen get queer letters sometimes. The other day a Western member showed 
me the following: 
  
  DEAR SIR: My children have been afflicted with the scabs all winter, and the 
medicine given them by the doctor here does not seem to do any good. I see by the 
papers that there are some very fine doctors in Washington connected with the 
Government, and if it does not cost too much I wish you would ask them what is good 
for the scabs and write me by return mail. 
   The school teacher in our district has received from you a book with pictures about 
the Rocky Mountains, and a map colored yellow and green. I would be very much 
obliged if you would send me one of each, and another to my wife’s father,___, at ___ 
Township; and if you have any other books that would be good winter reading, we 
should be much pleased to have them sent. Your friend and constituent. 
  
  
  To Hear Gladstone.
  
  We remained in Liverpool until Monday evening to hear Mr. Gladstone’s speech, 
writes Mrs. Henry Ward Beecher in the August Brooklyn Magazine, and accordingly, 
two hours before the meeting was to open, we started for the large hall where the “grand 
old man” was to address the populace. Even at that early hour we found entrance 
difficult. As Mr. Beecher’s ticket placed him on the platform, we parted company at the 
door, and committing us to the care of Maj. Pond, he left with no fear that with such a 
stalwart attendant we should have any difficulty in reaching the seats our tickets called 
for. But at the first step we were hemmed in by a crowd such as we never met before. 
Every one has read and heard of the densely packed English crowds which can be 
gathered on special occasions, and of the compact and irresistible power which an 
English mob can show. We thought we knew something of its meaning. But our poor 
gifts of description utterly fail us here. Heaven defend us from being ever so closely 
wedged in again! No room to take one step; packed so crushingly that the chest has not 
room to expand sufficiently to enable us to draw one full breath. But the crowd behind 
pressed with ever increasing power on those who were held immovable in front, and inch 
by inch bore them forward, utterly powerless to resist. It is well for all that the packing 
was so effectually done that there was no room to fall, or hundreds must have been 
crushed to death. Maj. Pond’s great height and broad shoulders alone kept us from 
suffocation; and at last, when well-nigh exhausted, we were lifted over the rope that 
barred an entrance and dropped into our seat, where for an hour and a half we sat, before 
the meeting was opened, watching the terrible struggle of others, less fortunate, vainly 
attempting to force their way to some resting place. Once inside the building, there was 
no escape; it was just as impossible to return as to go forward.
  At last the surging mass of human beings became partially stationary. There was no 
longer room to move; resistance was in vain. Then, one by one, those who were to 
occupy the platform emerged from their well guarded waiting room and came on to the 
platform. With each fresh arrival that huge assembly broke into cheers and shouts. We 
had just passed the ordeal of a British crowd; now we were to learn the strength and 
endurance of British lungs. We have, in our day, heard some cheering and shouting in 
America, but we must humbly yield the palm in this particular to our brethren across the 
water. We have certainly at last seen and heard all that can be accomplished in an 
enthusiastic English gathering. If actuated by angry, discordant passions, how fearful 
must have been the results!
  
  Eating a Sermon and a Miracle. 
  
  Every one, says Prof. Matthieu-Williams in one of his lectures on the “Chemistry of 
Cookery,” who eats his matutional egg eats a sermon and a miracle. Inside of this 
smooth, symmetrical, beautiful shell lurks a question which has been the Troy town for 
all the philosophers and scientists since Adam. Armed with the engines of war—the 
microscope, the scales, the offensive weapons of chemistry and reason—they have 
probed and weighed and experimented and still the question is unsolved, the citadel 
unsacked. Prof. Bokorny can tell you that albumen is composed of so many molecules of 
carbon and nitrogen and hydrogen, and can persuade you of the difference between 
active and passive albumen, and can show by wonderfully delicate experiments what the 
aldehydes have to do in the separation of gold from his complicated solutions; but he 
can’t tell you why from one egg comes a “little rid hin,” and from another a bantam. You 
leave your little silver spoon an hour in your egg-cup and it is coated with a compound 
of sulfur. Why is that sulphur there? Wonderful, that evolution should provide for the 
bones of the future hen! There is phosphorus also in that little microcosm, and the 
oxygen of the air, passing through the shell, unites with it, and the acid dissolves the 
shell, thus making good strong bones for the chick, and at the same time thinning the 
prison walls. Chemists know a good deal about albumen, and if they cannot tell us why 
life differentiates itself therein and thereby, they can tell you how not to spoil your 
breakfast. 
  
  
  A Lion Tamer’s Escape
  From the Pall Mall Gazette. 
    
  The fascinated Englishman who is said to have followed about for ten years, Bidel, the 
celebrated lion tamer, and to have watched his every performance in the expectation of 
witnessing the inevitable accident, has at last met with a part of his reward. A few nights 
ago Bidel was attacked and disarmed by his performing lion Sultan, who fourteen years 
ago signalized his arrival in Paris by killing a man. The brute stood over his master and 
proceeded to get to work with his claws, when Bidel raised himself, and getting well 
under Sultan, by an almost superhuman strength, hurled him off through the open door 
of a cage, which was promptly closed, It was found that the tamer had seventeen wounds 
on his neck and shoulders; but not withstanding he presented himself before the 
spectators, streaming with blood as he was, and proposed to continue the exhibition, and 
show that he and not Sultan was really master. This was, of course, not permitted; but the 
performances have recommenced, and the English man, if he is not released from the 
spell, will probably still have extensive opportunities of studying the ways of performing 
lions. 
  
  
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  THE ADVOCATE
  
  PUBLISHED WEEKLY BY GEO E TAYLOR & CO.
  
  1.50 PER YEAR IN ADVANCE.
  
  FRIDAY, AUGUST 20, 1886
  
  Entered at the Postoffice at La Crosse as second class matter. 
  
  
  SALUTATORY.
  
  In presenting to the public the first number of the Advocate it will, doubtless, be 
expected that the publishers will give an outline of the course they propose to pursue and 
assurance of the principles, political and otherwise, that will be espoused in its columns. 
We believe it unwise to make many promises, lest in the future we may fall short in their 
fulfillment. 
   The signs of the times indicate that many of the citizens of the United States are 
becoming firmly convinced that the government, in its various departments and 
functions, has been largely controled and administered in the interests of a favored few 
to the injury of many less favored, though composing the most numerous and equally 
deserving class; that the old political parties, the Democratic and Republican, have 
become the tools of designing men and combinations of men; that political corruption 
prevails in our legislative bodies; that consolidated wealth exercises a demoralizing 
influence over legislation, both State and National; that monopolies are flourishing, and 
the people are suffering under the weight of unequal and unjust burdens, the result of 
official dishonesty in his places; that labor is made subservient to the will and greed of 
capital, and that workingmen are being reduced to a condition but little better than 
slavery. 
  The only hope for improvement in condition of the working and producing class is in 
the success of a reform party, whose principles and motives shall be to destroy the old 
corrupt parties and defeat dishonest politicians, who have so long and absolutely 
controled those parties. 
  The Republican and Democratic parties owe their long continued success and power 
to the aid they have received from the press, more than to all other sources of assistance. 
The Reform party cannot hope for success in the contest with so powerful opponents 
unless it is similarly equipped to meet the enemy on the political battlefield. 
   The Advocate proposed to be an effective weapon of political warfare, always aimed 
at the enemy, and every ready to face the foe when danger threatens the right. Whatever 
influence and ability it may possess or can comment will be devoted to the advancement 
of the cause of reform. 
   Trusting we shall merit and receive the approval and encouragement of all true 
friends of political reform, we issue the first number of THE WISCONSIN LABOR 
ADVOCATE. 
  
  The late trial of the Anarchists have developed the fact that their number in the United 
States is insignificant—that they are fanatics, criminals, and outlaws from other lands, 
and are deserving of the severest punishment the law can inflict. It is not at all probable 
that they will ever again be able to create as great a disturbance. 
   There is another class which is entitled to but very little more respect than Anarchists. 
Corrupt politicians and the tools of monopolists, those who prey upon the people, 
disguised as honest men, practicing deception and making pledges only to violate them; 
these are to be feared far more than the murderous anarchists. The anarchists have 
exposed their hellish intentions; the robber politician conceals his. The penalty for the 
crimes of the anarchist are provided by the prison and the scaffold; the punishment for 
the corrupt politician is furnished by the ballot box. They fear the ballot in the hands of 
honest, intelligent men far more than they do the dynamite bomb in the hands of 
Anarchists. 
  
  
  
  THE LABOR PARTY
  
  The labor party is gradually gaining strength throughout the state, and it will continue 
so to do as long as it is managed as it now is, in the interest of the producing classes. 
Farmers and workingmen generally are fully aware of the fact, that they can never expect 
any mercy shown them by and through monopolies, and they are also sensible of the fact, 
that both of the old political parties are neither more nor less than the acknowledged 
machines of monopolistic owners of the land. Now then, farmers and workingmen, the 
question presents itself to you, and it is for you to answer this fall by your section in the 
convention of the state, to be held at Neenah, on the 16th of September, and your vote to 
be cast at the state election this fall, are you satisfied that the promotion of the best 
interest of the producing classes of the land are ignored by both the Democratic and 
Republican parties? Do you not know that it is a fact, that the interests of corporations 
and monopolies are fostered to the detriment of those whose labor produces all the 
wealth of the country, namely: the farmers and laboring men, by both the old parties? 
Reader, are you not positively certain that these two old political parties are as rotten, as 
a rotten egg upon which a six-year-old hen has set for nine weeks without hatching? 
Don’t every intelligent man upon reflection know that all that any professional politician, 
or political schemer cares for is the filling of his own pocket with money, even though to 
do so he has to virtually rob the credulous public, who willingly accept his smooth 
tongued explanation? If we know all this, and we do, we ask in the name of justice to 
ourselves, and for the protection of this grand government and our posterity, is it not 
time to place a check upon this ruinous state of affairs? It certainly is, and the most 
available way of effecting this end is by every farmer, laboring man and all who believe 
in having a government for the people, uniting our power to assist the labor party in 
defeating old parties in the coming election, from the state officers down to the county, 
Send a man who represents the labor party, to the legislature, the state senate, the house 
of representatives and eventually to the United States senate, and name your next 
governor and the entire state ticket, for you have the power if you will only exercise it. 
When this is done, and not till then, will we see a government for the people. 
  The people have started the ball and now keep it rolling until it has traversed the entire 
land.
  
  The organization of the Knights of Labor, of North America and Canada, is the 
grandest institution ever established in the interests of farmers, tradesmen and the 
laboring classes generally. In fact it is an organization the prime object of which is the 
betterment of the entire race of humanity. The order is based upon a platform of 
principles, which are just as genuine and potent in the establishment of good government, 
as the ten commandments that are laid down in the good book. The foundation of the 
order, is a constitution, that approaches nearer to perfection than the sacred constitution 
of this, the greatest and noblest of all the modern governments. 
   In short we may say, that to be a true member of the noble order of the Knights of 
Labor; is to be enlisted in a cause of which the most honored sons of toil may justly feel 
proud. We cannot understand why any person who is the least interested in the 
advancement of civilizations, the enlightment and promotion of the human race, and the 
promotion of the masses, should remain outside the order. 
  If you, farmer or laboring man, merchant or tradesman feel prejudiced against the k. of 
L., because of what you have read or heard, concerning the order, we can only refer you 
the preamble and constitution upon which it is based. Read them carefully and criticize 
them closely, and if after doing this you find that the order is unworthy of your 
endorsement, our advice to you is to “stay out.”
   The constitution is open for the inspection of all who desire to read it, and if you 
know any person who is a member ask him to show you a copy of it and he will be only 
to glad to do so. For the benefit of our readers in the lodge as well as out we publish in 
another column the platform of principles or preamble of the constitution. 
  Farmers, you have organized your grange society, founded upon good principles, but 
your efforts to effect the grand results for which you established it have proven futile. 
Why? Not because your cause was not just, but because you of yourself are to weak, the 
iron hand of monopoly and incorporated capital has had to strong a grip upon the reins of 
the government. And because you failed to ask the assistance of brothers, namely: the 
laboring classes of the cities and towns. Are you not aware that the interest of one 
corporation is the one common interest of all corporations. Do you not remember that, 
although railroad companies sometimes bolt against each other, that finally they always 
pool and make a compromise? Why is it that this is done? Simply, because their interests 
are common. So farmers and all wealth producers, you must learn to pool with each 
other, you to, must come to a compromise and join hands, if you would ever become free 
from the monopolistic bondage of the oppressive corporations. You must realize that 
your interest are common and unite your strength, for “birds of a feather must flock 
together.”
   The workingmen’s party is a road leading to the same end. If we do not live for 
ourselves and proclaim our own cause, who will do it for us? Will the bond holder, the 
railroad king or the monopolist proclaim the rights of the farmer or the laboring man.
  
  Why did the Democratic State Central committee call their state convention to be held 
one day earlier than the Labor convention? Is it to give them a chance to hew out a few 
Labor planks and match them into their own celebrated pliable platform, so that they 
select their cockeyed candidate with his right eye firmly fixed upon the Labor 
convention at Neenah, and his left eye nervously blinking as he views the “pure” 
Democracy and realizes how strong the prohibition party is, and how light is the hop 
crop?
  
  Business throughout the country is reported as being much more prosperous at present 
than it has been during the month of August for several years. 
  
  
  THE COAL MONOPOLY
  
  The new syndicate controlling the mines in the St. Louis district, and having a capital 
of $500,000,000, met a short time ago and elected directors and officers. 
  This coal syndicate is composed of millionaire monopolists, who seek to control all 
the great interests of the country and govern the price of every commodity which is 
necessary to the comfort or the preservation of the life of the people, and thereby compel 
submission to their demands and robberries. 
  They have long controlled the cost of many commodities by owning and managing 
railroads, the means of transportation, and now they combine to control the natural 
products of the earth, and the government and congress look quietly on and permit them 
to succeed in their schemes of robbery.
  That the mines of the country should be under the jurisdiction of the government is a 
question which should not require much argument to answer, in the light of the 
threatened danger to the welfare of the people. A large number of people are dependent 
for their fuel upon the products of coal mines, and the ownership of the coal mines 
becoming vested in grasping [speculators?] is a wrong that should never have been 
permitted. 
  One great interest after another is being monopolized by these public robbers, and yet 
there are men who quietly submit, because to oppose the robbery would require that they 
should forsake the “good old parties,” break the leading strings that have so long held 
them, and becoming free, thinking men, unite with the reform party. Congress, 
composed of representatives of the people, chosen to serve them and protect their rights, 
neglected their duty, and while in session, have allowed another monopoly to take root 
and sprout into healthy existence. 
  The people of a republic have little cause to boast of their intelligence and capability 
for self government while they continue to uphold political organizations whose policy 
permits the consummation of such robberries and the building up of an aristocracy of 
wealth through criminal neglect of duty on the part of our legislators, or complicity with 
our enemies for personal gain. 
  
  The St. Paul Pioneer Press says that “the suggestion of the Washington Post to the 
Wisconsin Democrats to indorse Governor Rusk’s renomination is sensible. The 
Democrats cannot carry the state, and they would be doing their duty as good citizens to 
unite on Rusk, who represents law, order, safety, and stability. Men like Rusk are not 
found every day in the year.”
  It might be inferred from the above that the old parties are somewhat doubtful as to 
either of them carrying the state. If the Democrats cannot carry the state, but the 
Republicans can, why beg for Democratic aid. “Men like Rusk are not found every day 
in the year.” Of course not. The people now are looking for some one that is not like 
Rusk, and they will find him, and place him in a position where all can see him. 
  
  The labor Reform party has gained a position which commands the serious opposition 
of the old parties. It is no longer looked upon as too punny to excite fear and an element 
too weak to call forth from its opponents only sneers. Its growth although rapid is 
healthy and bespeaks a robust constitution. The old parties are alarmed, and instead of 
adopting the old plan of absorbing it, they are almost driven to embrace—these old 
enemies—and resist the common defeat which threatens their existence as uncongenial 
organizations, defeat for the old parties means the grave—the last resting place. A 
victory for the Werkingmens party means perpetual possession of the enemies citidal—
continued power. 
  
  We might believe, judging from the guilt proved against the Anarchists on trial in 
Chicago, that nothing can save them from hanging unless they die of old age, while the 
attorneys exhibiting their old oratorical qualifications. There is a limit to the duration of 
human life, and it will place the court in an awkward position to continue these trials 
until the defendants totter into the grave. No one will object to hanging them at any time 
when the wind of the lawyers can be cut off. 
  
  A gentleman of Shanghai has, after considerable experimenting, invented a new and 
deadly weapon. This is an electric sword, which, when the point touches the party 
attacked, sends a powerful shock through him, and if not immediately killing will at least 
put him hors du combat. The sword is an ordinary military saber but along its whole 
length is set in a fine platinum wire, which ends at the foil of the weapon. A small but 
very powerful storage battery is carried strapped about the waist, much the same as a 
cartridge box’. Insulated wires connect this battery with the sword, and by pressing a 
button the holder can complete the circuit at pleasure. 
  
  Foreign dispatches contain accounts of riots in Ireland between the Protestants and 
Catholics. While the Irish tenantry are bitter in their hatred toward English landlordism, 
they are equally as bitter toward those of their own nationality who differ in religious 
belief. Where religious contentions create divisions in the ranks of the tenantry any 
successful resistance to landlordism is a failure. In America, when the existence of the 
government or the rights of the people are threatened by an enemy, religion is not 
considered, only the preservations of the government and the protection of the people’s 
rights. 
  
  There was heavy trading in grain on the Chicago board of trade Friday. Wheat went 
up 1 5/8 [?] cents, closing at 78 1/8 [?] cents for September. The final quotation on corn 
was 45 ¾ [?] cents for October. 
  Choice beeves sold at $5.10 in the Chicago yards Friday. More cattle were shipped on 
Thursday than any day for five
  
  SAW THE SEA-SERPENT
  
  G.B. Putnam, master of the Franklin school, Boston, writes as follows to an Exchange 
concerning the sea serpent: “On Thursday afternoon, about 11:35 o’clock, the son of 
Calvin W. Poole was seated upon the rock near the ‘Linwood,’ when something in the 
water attracted his attention. He immediately ran to his father, who was surveying near 
by, and, pointing to the object called out: “The sea serpent; the sea serpent!” Mr. Poole 
brought his powerful transit [?] to bear upon it, and was at once satisfied that it was a 
veritable serpent. He was about one-fourth mile from the shore, and about two miles 
from where he was seen last month. He was moving slowly in a northern direction. It 
was a dead calm, a smooth sea with a bright sun shining, so there was the best possible 
opportunity to observe his motions. The distance passed over while observed was at least 
a mile and the time occupied not far from twenty minutes. Mr. Poole called my attention 
to his snakeship at once, and as he passed directly by my cottage I was able with an 
excellent marine glass to observe his movements which corresponded very fully with 
those described by D. Sanburn last month, as well as those given in Harper’s Monthly 
some years since, and the accounts given of one seen in Gloucester harbor about 1817. 
The head was frequently raised out of water, and the movement was a vertical one, 
showing some ten to fifteen ridges at once. I should say that he was at least eighty feet in 
length. There were perhaps fifty persons who witnessed the passage, in part at least, 
among whom were Samuel Bullock, of master of the Bunker Hill school, Boston; Prof. 
Stephen Emery, of the New England conservatory, with his family; Capt. Jackson, the 
artist; James Hurd, and several guests from Linwood, as well as four members of my 
own family. After he had disappeared, and while we were looking, a school of porpoises 
passed so that we had a chance to compare them with that of the serpent. I speak of this, 
as it has been often said that the former has been mistaken for the later. I shall never 
doubt that the sea-serpent is a fact.”


WAR ON THE CHINESE

Seattle, W.T., Aug. 16.—Advice from Alaska are to the effect that anti-Chinese 
movements have spread to that territory. On August 6, at a meeting held at Juneau it was 
decided that Chinese employed by the Alaska Mill and Mining company, on Douglass 
Island, must go. A committee of fifty proceeded to the island and demanded of Mr. 
Treadwell, the company’s manager, that the Chinamen be discharged. Treadwell refused 
to accede to the demand, and the committee returned to Juneau and reported to the 
citizens at secret meeting. On the morning of the 7th 100 miners proceeded by boat to 
Denglass Island, and in spite of Treadwell’s protest, assembled the Chinamen, eighty-six 
in number, at the wharf for shipment to Seattle by the steamer Idaho. The captain of the 
Idaho refused to receive them, and as Treadwell had gone to Sitka, appealing for aid to 
the United States steamer Pinka, the miners were worried to devise some quick means of 
disposing of their prisoners. 
There were two schooners in Douglass island. The Committee chartered on of these, and 
seized the other, the captain of which declined to charger his vessels. The Chinamen were 
loaded on board the small vessels, and given 100 sacks of rice and some tea. The vessels 
then sailed from Wrangel island, but a storm arose and they were unable to land. When 
the Idaho left Alaska they were beating about near Juneau, both crowded with their 
unwilling passengers. 

QUERRIES

Who went Milwaukee in the supposed interest of the Labor party this spring and came 
back and failed to report the result of his trip to the city committee?
 Was it George M. Read?
 What political party deserved to adopt a son to nourish her in her old age? Is it 
Democratic? 
 Who should have a voice in the actual government of these United States, the people, 
those who produce the wealth of the land or the bankers, brokers, lawyers, bond-holders, 
monopolists and professional politicians who care for none but themselves? Or all 
combined? 
 What class works the hardest, receives the least pay, and pays the most taxes, directly 
and indirectly on their property? The farmer and day laborers or the capitalists? 
 Should the workingmen and farmers of the state of Wisconsin vote the Labor ticket, or in 
other words vote to sustain their own rights? or must they continue to sustain class 
legislation and money power, by voting the Republican or Democratic tickets? Brother 
Carmichael of Eau Claire, please answer. 
 Who is earnestly seeking an engagement? What? Did you say the Republican party? 
 What party has the show to elect their ticket this fall? the Republicans and Democrats, 
who represent the aristocracy, or the workingmen who represent 85 per cent of the votes 
of the state?
 Who went to Madison from La Crosse last week for the purpose of selling something 
that he does not possess, (his principle) to “honest Jerry” or the Republican party, and 
brought back as an excuse a six column patent side daily, stating that it went against his 
grain to pay six cents to ride in a Madison street car? 
 Good morning Lucius, what time is it? 
 Twelve o’ clock. By the way Clem, is it Monday? 
 Certainly it is. 
 Say what has become of the Star? 
 The Star, it has gone up the Republican river or some other place of distruction, the so-
called editor remarked the other day that he could no longer support the Labor party and 
live, and about the same time, the Labor party concluded that they no longer desired the 
services of the Star after it returned from Madison, and the poor thing went into 
convulsions, and it has been convulsing for three days. 
 Will it shine to night?
  
 TO OUR PATRONS: 

 We propose to conduct the business of this firm, upon business principles, dealing 
accurately and honestly with all of our patrons, to the end that they may receive the full 
value of all monie invested with us by way of subscriptions and advertisements, and at 
the same time protect ourselves against any of liabilities (so common in news paper 
experience.) that tend to drive us to the “walls” financially or otherwise. 
 We shall assume the right to discuss and criticize all issues in which the public is 
interested; all public measure of importance, and the action of any or all public officials. 
Our time, our every effort and our columns, shall be devoted exclusively to what we 
believe to be the best interests of the people, in the way of furnishing information of 
general importance, local news in a readable manner, sound editorials upon live issues 
and literature of an elevating tendency. The advancement and promotion of civilization; 
the elevation of humanity and the perfection of sound economical, stable and equitable 
government shall ever be our deepest study. The public shall at all times receive the 
benefit of our reflections. 
 We lay no claims to infallibility or perfection, hence we expect to be criticized. We only 
ask the people this: while you are scrutinously criticising us, season your criticisms with 
good judgment and the leniency due us as human beings, who boast not of our superior 
intelligence, but feel proud of the principles we espouse. For should we advance an 
argument or advocate a cause that should afterwards prove futile, it will not be because 
we desire to mislead the public, but because we are only human. The old Roman saying is 
as potent to-day as it was 2,000 years ago. “Humanum est errare.” However we shall at 
all times think before we act. 
 In politics, we are neither Republican nor Democratic in the common use of the term, but 
in reality there is nothing ion the true definition of the terms, Republican or Democracy 
that we can take exception to. To day the word Republican has no meaning and 
democracy has les, hence we adhere to neither, but announce ourselves to be independent, 
favoring the present political principles of no party save the workingman’s cause and the 
Labor party. The principles of which party we shall endeavor to advocate to the best of 
our ability, just so long as they defend the peoples rights in defiance of the power of 
monopolies and corporated wealth. We believe that the wealth producers of the land are 
of far more value to this great nation than the few bloated millionaires who virtually 
control the very machinery o our government. 
 In conclusion we may say that the people, the producers and the working classes the 
organized and unorganized true sons of toil are our friends and we shall endeavor to 
befriend them in turn. Down with your incorporated power, loosen the iron grip of 
monopoly, disperse with your class legislation and let the people think, speak and act for 
themselves. Give us a government not of monopoly-power, for professional politicians 
and money kings and by money; but let us in deed as well as word, have a government of 
the people, for the people and by the people. 
 By endeavoring to fulfill all of our promises, we beg the forbearance and patronage of 
the public, while we remain your humble servants. 

CELEBRATE. 

In the city of Washington, on the 6th of September, 1885, the Labor and Trades Unions of 
the United States, celebrated their first national holiday as Workingmen. They set apart 
the 6th of September of each year, and called it “Artisans day.” It is very fitting that all of 
the labor organizations unite on this day and have a general celebration. If the various 
organizations of the laboring men of La Crosse and vicinity would unite and have an 
excursion, or make a public demonstration of some sort, it would be an occasion that 
would rival the recent Turnfest held here. 

The reason the people have suffered so much at the hands of the two old political parties, 
is because the leaders of these parties have been too willing to smooth over and cover up 
the mean contemptable acts, of any of their ranks who deigned to take advantage of their 
credulous constituency. It was policy fro them to do so, because they, the leaders 
themselves generally had a finger in the pie. There has already been more contention in 
the labor party here, than there ever was in either of the old parties. Why? Because those 
who are earnestly interested in the labor party, desire to have the people receive fair 
treatment, and the only way that the people can expect to receive fair treatment is by 
placing good men at the head to lead the party, and when they learn that they have made 
a mistake in selecting a man to act for others, to tell him plainly that his services are no 
longer wanted, and invite him to step down and out to give room for a better man. But 
you say this will create dissention. True, but it is better to have dissention at the 
beginning than to be sold out in the end. 

GIVE ME BACK MY FIRST LOVE

 A great many men in La Crosse were among the foremost to advocate the cause of the 
Labor party last spring, and who jumped higher and hurrahed louder to express their 
ecstatic joy over the election of Mayor Powell than any other, are now found among the 
kicking faction. They say they are done with the Labor party as long as it is run the way it 
is run to day.  Note there must be a cause for this. Why [ ]? Here it is, they are 
disappointed office seekers. Some of them wanted to be street commissioners, some, 
water commissioners, some to be assessors, and many others wanted to be policemen. 
They “got left,” consequently they left the Labor party. Good riddance of bad rubbish, 
may they ne’r more return. Now boys, we don’t want to show you to be b-a-p, but the 
more you kick, the more the public will learn of you. 

Wisconsin’s Coming Statesman

 Just at the present time D. F. Powell of La Crosse, is beyond question the [most]-abused 
man within the length and breadth of the Badger state. So long as the doctor remained 
quietly in the back-ground no one ever spoke of him save in terms of commendation, but 
when his marvelous intellectual power and innate energy of character carried him into the 
front rank of Wisconsin politicians he inevitably trampled somewhat upon the corns of 
various old fossils, who, as a matter of course set up a howl. Dr. Powell is sneeringly 
referred to by his political opponents as an uneducated, half-breed Indian. This slander is 
so monstrously outrageous that it kills itself. As a matter of fact, Dr. Powell is a 
profoundly cultivated physician, scientist, an accomplished gentleman, and one of the 
finest specimens of physical manhood to be found in the entire northwest. As a man 
simply, tall, broad-shouldered, and splendidly athletic, he would grace the chair of the 
chief executive of Wisconsin, and he very likely will have the opportunity of exhibiting 
his admirable physique in the gubernatorial mansion and of exercising his exceptionally 
fin executive abilities in the discharge of the governor’s high duties.
 The labor movement in Wisconsin, with which this gentleman has been nearly identified 
from its inception, has been an important factor in the politics of that great state, and can 
no longer be safely ignored by the old wheel horse politicians, to whom an official 
position means bread and shelter. Whatever the result of the pending election may be, the 
Wisconsin workingmen are thoroughly organized, and will demonstrate beyond 
peradventure that they hold the balance of power. Of this party Dr. Powell is the soul and 
intellect, as Oliver Cromwell was of the puritan element in the times of Charles I. of 
England, and sooner or later will gain for it a substantial victory. In the meanwhile, 
however, the doctor will have to pay the penalty exacted from leadership; he must endure 
with such equanimity as he can command the slanders of envious competitors. The man 
who orders circumstances and controls events—and Dr. Powell is such a man—is certain 
to achieve success sooner or later but he is also certain to bring into existence a legion of 
enemies, more or less generous, who will use their best endeavors to impede his progress. 
It is not pleasant to have a pack of [illustured?] curs snapping and snarling at one’s heels, 
but the man who has the capacity to make his mark politically in these degenerate days 
may confidently count upon the attendance of such an unsavory body guard. This kind of 
man’s actions will always be criticized and his motives invariably misconstrued. 
 Of course both of the old, time-honored, or dishonored, political parties in Wisconsin are 
trying to dicker for the labor vote, but thus far without much show for success. The 
workingmen have been told that they stand no show of winning alone, and are therefore 
invited to accept such crumbs as fall from an old party table, and be thankful. But, with 
such a leader as Dr. Powell, the Wisconsin workingmen fail to observe the logic of the 
forgoing argument, ant at this writing are evidently intending to test their strength at the 
ballot box. The result the writer cannot fortell with certainty, for he is viewing the 
situation in Wisconsin from a Chicago standpoint, but it looks as though Wisconsin 
workingmen had things pretty much in their own hands if they understand how to use the 
potent weapons they possess. Thy can nominate Dr. Powell for governor when they meet 
in convention with a fair prospect of electing their man under the peculiar existing 
circumstance—that is, with four tickets in the field. The writer does not think that any 
other labor nominee for the office of governor would have a ghost of a chance for 
election. This, however, is an opinion which may or may not be entitled to consideration. 
Dr. Powell has probably the most elegantly appointed offices to be found outside of the 
metropolis of Chicago. His library embraces everything that a medical man could by any 
possible desire, and he has also an elaborate assortment of surgical instruments hideously 
enough suggestive of human suffering to make the average newspaper correspondent’s 
hair to stand on end. Of course, all these implements of torture are the outcomes of 
scientific investigation. The doctor, however, has something more attractive to show to 
members of the journalistic fraternity who call upon him; he has a fine chemical 
laboratory furnished with the best modern appliances. If these exhibitions don’t amuse 
you—and won’t amuse the average reader of a Chicago newspaper, --the doctor will take 
you through his private museum. In this he has every description of weapon that has been 
used by man, either for personal defense or for procuring sustenance from the slaughter 
of wild animals, since the days of Nimrod the “mighty hunter” of the scriptures, who 
subsequently went into the building business and got left. He has bows, spears, leggings 
trimmed with scalps; also the skull of “Little Crow”, the great Indian chief, and other 
barbaric adornments. 
 Dr. Powell’s patients do not occupy quite the status of patients with most physicians in 
Chicago or elsewhere. Those for whom the doctor prescribes believe him emphatically; 
those who have employed him professionally, while they hardly think he could raise them 
from the dead, honestly believe that he can and will cure any disease from which any 
man or woman ever suffered. I need not say that the doctor has gained a higher reputation 
in his community than he is scientifically entitled to, but the people where he lives and is 
best known believe in him, and these same people and their friends and those whom they 
will naturally influence will, if the writer don’t mistake the signs of the times, elect him 
to the highest office in the state of Wisconsin.
 There are few, if any, men in the north west more completely posted in national and state 
affairs than Dr. Powell. He has made politics a study, and brought to bear upon the 
subject all the powers of his extraordinary mind. Politics with him does not mean office-
seeking or office winning; but it means a thoroughly-digested plan of action, predicated 
upon impregnable logic, whereby the masses of mankind may be materially bettered. The 
writer would hardly think it proper to speak of him as a philanthropist, and yet he has 
done and is doing far more practically for his fellow men than many who have posed for 
philanthropist pure and simple.
 One thing is certain, Dr. Powell has a wonderful hold upon the affections of the men of 
Wisconsin who toil for their bread and they will never rest until they see him in a position 
commensurate with his abilities. This may mean the governor’s chair or may mean a seat 
in the United States senate, but the doctor will fit the bill wherever they place him. –
Chicago Times.

The Democrats of Wisconsin have called their State convention to meet at Madison one 
day previous to the meeting of the Workingmen’s convention at Neenah, intending to 
adopt a platform that will be endorsed by the latter convention. 
 The fact that a man has received the nomination of a Democratic convention will be 
sufficient objection to unite the workingmen against him. Take a man who to day could 
secure the unanimous support of the workingmen, put him on a Democratic ticket, by the 
action of a nominating convention of that party, and he would receive the undivided 
opposition of the labor party. 
 As to labor, financial reform, and anti-monopoly planks in the Democratic and 
Republican platforms, we have had them, manufactured to order by every convention 
held by either of those parties for years; the game is an old one and will not win a single 
point. Form a committee on platform, to be adopted by either of the old parties, and let 
that committee be composed of the king monopolists of the country, and the usual labor 
and anti-monopoly planks would be dove-tailed into it. The trick is too old to longer 
deceive intelligent men.
 The Labor Reform party will hold its own convention, adopt a platform of principles, 
nominate a ticket and elect it. 
 There are doubtless some traitors in the ranks of the Workingmen’s party, but they are 
pretty well known, and will be court-martialed and drummed out in disgrace. Men who 
have long held a leading position in the reform party, whose influence has been powerful, 
and whose advice has been regarded s law, can now gain contempt by suggesting fusion 
with either of the old parties. 
 The leaders of the old parties have presumed too much upon the ignorance of 
workingmen. The reform movement that is now awakening the people is increasing in 
strength every day, and is being embraced by many of the ablest and most patriotic men 
of the nation. The tricks of demagogues, the sneers of the political autocrat, and the 
flattery of the cunning schemer, are alike powerless to divert the people from the path of 
duty. It is not campaign platforms and resolutions the people want, these we have in 
abundance. We want a political code of principles and true men to enforce them, these we 
will have. 


WORKINGMEN’S STATE CONVENTION

 The electors of the Labor party of the state of Wisconsin are hereby requested to elect 
delegates to the state convention, to be held at Neehah, Wisconsin, Thursday, September 
16, 1886, at 12 o’clock, noon, for the purpose of placing in nomination candidates of the 
Labor party for the several state offices, to be voted for at the ensuing general election of 
the state in November. Each county will be entitled to representatives in the convention, 
based upon the number of votes cast at the last preceding general election! One delegate 
for 500 votes, or a majority fraction of 500 votes. Each county is entitled to one delegate, 
though there are less than 500 votes in the county. 
					H.H. HOARD [?]
			Chairman State Central Committee, 
					Waupun, Wis.
GEO. E. TAYLOR,
   Secretary, La Crosse, Wis. 


Geo. M. Read, said last week, “that the scheme of a La Crosse gang to {?} or ruin the 
labor party is rapidly developing.” He speaks of the latest dodge of Dr. Powell etc.
 We are not aware that there has been a “labor gang” here since the bands were broken by 
throwing overboard the egotistical personage with a big “I” and a little “you” who styles 
himself, Editor G.W. Read. We say too, that the sooner the laboring classes let these 
schemers, (L.G. M. and G. M.R.) and their sheets alone the better. 


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THE ADVOCATE
 
ISSUED EVERY FRIDAY
 
		SOCIETIES
WHITE BEAVER ASSEMBYL, NO. 1980 [?]—
Meets every Saturday night, at Wannabo’s hall

GATEWAY ASSEMBLY, NO 4990—Meets every other Saturday night, at Atkins’ hall.

HUMBOLT ASSEMBLY—Meets at Atkin’s hall Saturday nights alternately with the 
Gateway Assembly. 



Call for the union labor cigars.

Barnum will be here the 6th of September. Come and see Jumbo’s circus.

Onalaska and Sparta wants a K. of L. assembly, and they ought to have one. 

The workingmen of La Crosse have a political club which meets every Thursday night. 

We predict that within ten years, La Crosse will be a third larger than either Oshkosh or 
Racine. 

The good order that was maintained here during the Turnfest, is something remarkable 
for a city of its size. 

The police turned out Saturday for the first time in their new uniforms. You bet they are 
dandies. 

Sparta lawyers seem to have fallen in love with La Crosse, judging by the way they are 
locating here. Well La Crosse is booming boys, you show your good sense by striking 
while the iron is hot. 

Does the Star give any light? 
Well, when it is perfectly bright it does seem to, but if the way is a least might gloomy 
the light of the Evening Star can’t be seen.

Smoke the “Two Henry” cigar. Best five cent smoke in the city. 

Mayor Walber, of Milwaukee did not seem to tumble to himself sufficiently, so as to 
respond to the Mayor of La Crosse the other day. 
 
Serenading is all right, but the good people of La Crosse are congratulating themselves 
upon the fact that the Turnfest is over. 

I say Jack, what makes you feel so happy this afternoon? 
Well Charley it’s just this, I ate a very hearty dinner, and then I went down to Hettenger’s 
and got one of Berg and Fortuski’s cigars, and I’ve just finished smoking it. This is one 
of the “Reason Why” cigars. Try it. 

The excursion from Winona Sunday, was well-attended. The Percy is a dandy excursion 
craft.

La Crosse was never decorated as nicely, as it has been for the past week in honor of the 
Turnfest.

It is reported that thirty thousand people were in La Crosse Sunday afternoon. 

The La Crosse base ball club has the honor of winning two games this season thus far. 
Well they would have won more but for hard luck. 

P.T. Barnum’s advertising car arrived at the Vine street depot, Sunday morning. 
 
If not, why not vote the Labor ticket and emphasize the fact that this is the people’s 
government. 

The Mississippi River never was known to be lower than at the present. 

I knew it! is the universal reply of people in La Crosse on being asked if you heard where 
the lightning struck Sunday night. Well, we all knew that it struck somewhere, but nearly 
every person on the south side was willing to swear Monday morning that it struck within 
ten feet of his bed. The truth is that it struck two houses on Berlin street, in the fifth ward, 
somewhat spoiling their frames, but doing no great damage. A lucky strike. 

Smoke Dicius & Co’s., “Straight Stock cigars”. 

Cholora-morbus and summer complaint are very prevalent this season. 

The death of our esteemed friend, W.N. Fay, which occurred at Rochester, Ohio, last 
week, is the cause of no little regret throughout the city and county of La Crosse. Mr. Fay 
was one of the honored pioneer citizens of La Crosse, and has hosts of friends in this 
section, who will miss his smiling face, friendly greetings and manly business 
transactions. 

Mayor Wilbur, of Milwaukee, was badly injured Saturday evening, by being thrown out 
of a buggy in company with two other gentlemen. It was a lucky runaway.

NORTH SIDE LOCALS

The last two days of the Turnfest the visiting Turners came over and surveyed the fifth 
ward. 
This part of the city took pride in decorating buildings also, not withstanding the Turners 
failed to show their colors over here as a body. 

Henry Older who was seriously injured some time ago by falling from the steeple of the 
new Catholic church is improving. 

Only three saw mills are running this week.
 
If you are curious to see an astonishing sight, just go out to the grand crossing, and see 
how North La Crosse is walking across the prairie and through marsh and wood. 

 The workingmen are still rejoicing over their aldermanic victory. They say that with 
such a man as Mc Cain, they can down the combined Republican and Democrats in an 
election.

 We predict that North La Crosse is destined to be a city of thirty thousand inhabitants or 
more. 

William Corner was shot at his saloon Sunday night by an unknown person. 

 One thing is certain, and that is that a policeman will have to be stationed at the general 
crossing. 

Religious services were suspended in all the churches Sunday morning, because of the 
dedicatory services on the south side. 

The petition in regard to a market square and the levee were referred by the council to the 
proper committees at their last meeting. Both petitions should be granted. 


Church Dedication.

The First Methodist Church at the corner of Cass and Eighth streets, is a beautiful edifice, 
exhibiting one of the finest pieces of architecture in the city. Before half past ten o’clock 
last Sunday morning over a thousand people had gathered at the above named place to 
witness the dedication services. Every arrangement was made that was necessary to make 
this the greatest occasion of the kind that La Crosse had ever witnessed. The services 
were conducted by Rev. Dr. Payne, assisted by Rev. George W. Case, the presiding 
pastor; Rev. M. B. Balch, presiding elder for this district; Rev. A. M. Pilcher, of Eau 
Claire; Rev. J. D. Searles, of Sparta,; Rev. W.H. Card, of La Crosse; Rev. George Nuzum, 
of the Second Methodist church, at North La Crosse; Rev. W. D. Thomas, of the 
Presbyterian church; Rev. S.E. Simonton, of the Norwegian Methodist church; Rev. J. 
Schneider, of the German Methodist church. The services were commenced by an organ 
voluntary, followed by an anthem by the choir, under the leadership of E. D. Loomis. Rev. 
George Nuzum read the introductory. The hymn, “Reverential Adoration,” was sang by 
the congregation. Rev. J.D. Searles offered a prayer. This was followed by a responsive 
reading led by the Rev. W. D. Thomas. The sermon was delivered by Rev. Dr. Payne and 
was very interesting. He spoke about an hour and a half. The doxology was sung by the 
congregation, after which the benediction was pronounced by Dr. Payne. The new 
Methodist church cost $17,000, and when it was turned over by the Board of Trustees to 
the Ministers for dedication it was free of debt, every dollar of its cost having been paid. 
the church is one of the finest in the city, and has all the latest modern conveniences. It 
has a seating capacity of 935. The members and pastor of this church are the recipients of 
our most hearty congratulations upon their possession of so magnificent an edifice, and 
especially because it is theirs without debt. 

JUST IN TIME.

While we take pleasure in placing before the public the introductory copy of the 
Advocate, believing that we shall be able to prove to the satisfaction of the public that we 
are giving value in full for what we hope to receive, we also take pleasure in introducing 
you to the “K. of L.” the latest and best of Denglers new brands. The “K of L” is a five 
cent cigar of pure filing. The fact that it is of Denglers make it sufficient proof of its 
genuineness. 

The county convention of the Workingmen’s party convened at the court house at noon, 
Wednesday. F. J. Thompson called the convention to order and was chosen as temporary 
chairman. J. O. Storey was elected secretary. A committee on credentials was appointed 
and matters of importance were discussed. The convention then adjourned until 2 o’clock 
a. m. 
 At 2 o’clock the convention was called to order and the temporary organization made 
permanent. The committee on credentials were, John Hennesey, D.D. Polley, Jacob 
Shoemaker, reported favorably on the following named delegates: M. M. Haley, George 
E. Taylor, John Hennesay, F. J. Thompson, J. O. Storey, Mat. Huss, A. P. Major, D. D. 
Polleys, Jacob Shoemaker, Daniel Loomis and Nathan Smith. Twelve delegates were 
absent. 
  The next proceeding was to choose delegates to attend the state convention, to be held at 
Neenah, September 16th. The following were chosen: J.O. Storey, of the fifth ward; M.M. 
Haley, of the first ward; D.P. Polly, of the sixth ward; Jacob Shoemaker, West Salem; 
John Hennessy, fifth ward; F.J Thompson, fifth ward; John Carlysle, sixth ward; Henry 
Lute, Holland; Nathan Smith, Campbell; James E. S[l?]adick, first ward; A. P. Major, 
third ward; G.L. Short, fourth ward; Ole Knutson, Hamilton and Alvin Newberg, of the 
town of Washington. 
 By motion, five alternates were appointed as follows: Even Erickson, of the fifth ward; F. 
A. Bigelow, fourth ward; Matt. Huss, sixth ward and Daniel Loomis, of West Salem. 
 On motion the county committee was made a senatorial committee, with power to call 
the senatorial convention at the same time and place as the convention to nominate 
county officers. 
 A motion prevailed unanimously to the effect that the La Crosse delegates vote [as a?] 
unit in the state convention for the nomination of a full and straight labor state ticket, 
opposing everything of the nature of fusion, voting as a unit for D. F. Powell, of La 
Crosse, as their choice for governor. After several five minute speeches were made 
defending the principles of the labor party, and endorsing Mayor Powell as being the best, 
most consistent and strongest candidate for governor of Wisconsin on the labor ticket, the 
convention then adjourned. 

ADDRESS OF THE PEOPLE’S PARTY
  TO THE PEOPLE OF WISCONSIN:
 The emergencies of the day require independent political action on the part of the 
producing classes, if the aggressions of incorporated capital and overbearing monopolies 
are to be checked. 
 It is needless to enumerate all the evil engendered by the system of selfishness and greed 
now existing in the country, the ruling parties have become machines to foster 
politicians’ ambition and foster political corruption. The monopolists control politics, and 
politicians have become the servile tools of the money power. Manhood and honor 
occupy secondary positions, while giant corporations secure not only all the legislation 
they desire, but the active co-operation of public officials by enforcing their arbitrary 
demands whether justified by the law or not. 
 Therefore, the convention which met at La Crosse, on the 13th day of July, 1885, has 
called a State Convention of the Labor or People’s Party, so that all who favor the 
formation of such a party, may meet at the city of Neenah, on Thursday, September 16, 
1886, to nominate a State Ticket and take such other action as may be deemed advisable. 
 Let every voter who loves his country and believes in political regeneration and 
industrial freedom, aid in making this convention a grand success, by securing a full 
representation of wealth producers. 
 Any further information that may be desired will be cheerfully furnished on the 
application to             H.H. HOARD.
		Chairman State Central Com., [Waupaca?] Wis.
			GEO. E. TAYLOR, 
			Sec., La Crosse, Wis.

MINNESOTA STATE FAIR

The Minnesota State Fair will be held on the fair grounds, between the cities of St. Paul 
and Minneapolis, August 30 and 31st and September 1, 2, 3, and 4th. It is believed this 
will be the greatest fair ever held in the state. A great many improvements have been 
made in the grounds, and many new and elegant buildings have been erected during the 
past year. The attractions to be presented at this fair are too numerous to be mentioned in 
the space we can devote to such purpose, It is certain all the great buildings will be filled 
to their utmost capacity. Articles of beauty and usefulness in great variety will decorate 
the vast halls, while the display of the fruits of the earth will exceed any ever before made 
in the north west. The ladies of the state will contribute liberally of the work of their 
expert hands, and the nobly won championship of Minnesota in dairy products will be 
more than maintained. 
 The breeding farms and herds of the northwest will fill the twelve mammoth animal 
hotels with the choicest specimens of horses and cattle, demonstrating conclusively that 
no other part of the world can surpass this broad, new empire in producing beef, dairy, 
draft and driving animals. Climate, food and water all combined to produce perfection in 
this congress of specimens, which will exceed by several hundred representatives the 
largest and most famous ever held in Chicago, St. Louis, or, in short, anywhere in the 
country.
 There will be exhibits from all of the neighboring states and even distant Oregon and old 
New York state will contribute to the immense exposition specimens of stock, fruits, etc. 
Novelties and late improvements in labor-saving farm machinery will be exhibited in 
endless variety and Machinery Row will be embellished by several new private show 
buildings.
 The society, feeling that the approval of a great and generous public will support it in 
increased efforts to prepare a harvest festival for 1886, befitting the proud renown of 
Minnesota, offers about $15,000 in premiums, prizes being catalogued for nearly one 
hundred different classes. Besides the munificent premiums offered for family and draft 
horses, the managers will distribute $15,000 in purses to trotting, pacing and running 
horses, and these liberal offerings will not be continued to the trained flyers, but a 
generous share will be offered for fast stock bred at home. In fact these breeders’ stakes 
for youngsters and all native horses promise to call forth a splendid array of animals and 
add to the local importance and increase of the occasion. The entries for all races close 
August 17, at 12 [?m].
 The supplementary attractions within the grounds will be of the most novel and 
entertaining character. One of the finest features will be the magnificent panorama of the 
battle of Gettysburg, the most wonderful painting in the world. To describe it is 
impossible, for no language can express the sensations produced by the remarkable 
picture. It will occupy a structure one hundred feet square, conveniently located. 
 There will be a grand shooting tournament in which the greatest shots of the country will 
participate, and a host of other attractions suited to all tastes.



The Weight of Milk and Cream.

 At the London health exhibition they call skimmed milk “separated” milk. TO be sure 
this is anything but stale milk. The cream begins to separate before the new milk grows 
cold. It is put into a revolving machine that is said to go round 7,000 times a minute, and 
by the application of centrifugal force the cream, being lighter, flies to the top, collects in 
a kind of cup, which is poured off into a separate pail. New milk, freed from its cream 
while yet perfectly fresh, is a very different article from the thin and rapidly souring fluid 
that has “stood” in pans for the cream to rise.
 The weight of milk is another point that offers some neat tests for scrutiny. The average 
weight of milk is set down as from 1,026 to 1,035, compared with the same bulk of water 
at 1,000. Watered milk is therefore lighter, but milk that is rich in cream is also light in 
comparison, because cream is lighter than milk. “The specific gravity and the cream,” 
says a correspondent at the health exhibition, “have to be taken into account together. The 
proportion of cream again is measured by very fine tests. The cream should be from 6-
100 to 11-100; it is generally about 8-100; in the milk of Alderney cows it will reach 30-
100 to 40-100.—Chicago Journal


Soup Before Meat.

The stomach will not so readily digest solid substances when these are taken alone as 
when they are preceded on the digestive journey by soup. The bread which is eaten with 
the soup will be converted into dextrin in the mouth, and the essentials of the soup, on 
reaching the stomach, will apparently supply the little glands of the organ with the power 
to manufacture the pepsin of the gastric juice in due quantity. It would seem, in truth, as 
if these glands demanded nourishment and stimulant in their own turn; and the soup, 
through its containing an abundance of dissolved matters, presents them with the 
wherewithal from which to derive the necessary energy. 

     A Patriot. 
A modest man does not boast of its merits, though he is not ignorant of them. Neither 
does he insist upon immediate recognition; he is willing to remain unrecognized  until his 
deeds shall draw him into the light. When Kosciusko presented himself to Washinton, 
with a letter of recommendation from Dr. Franklin, the General asked him what he could 
do. “Try me,” replied the Polish captain, who had been educated in one of the military 
schools of Europe. The modesty of the answer, indicative of a character as free from 
assumption as from bashfulness, pleased the Commander-in-Chief, himself one of the 
most modest and self-reliant of men. He appointed a Colonel of Engineers, in which 
responsible position he justified Washington’s sagacity, and was made one of his aids-de-
camp.
 Washington was seldom mistaken in his judgment of men, and Kosciusko’s subsequent 
career in Poland proved that the American commander’s confidence in the modest Pole 
was not misplaced. In the Polish insurrection he commanded 20,000 regular troops and 
40,000 poorly armed peasants, and with this force resisted for months the 120,000 men 
forming the combined armies of Russia and Prussia. Every schoolboy who has declaimed 
Campbell’s lines, 
  “Hope, for a season, bade the world farewell, 
   And Freedom shriek’d—as Kosciusko fell!”
 knows that he was taken prisoner at the capture of Warsaw, having fallen from his horse, 
covered with wounds, and whispering, “The end of Poland!”
 When Paul became Czar the Polish patriot was released from prison. The Emperor 
handed him his own sword. “Sire, I have no more need of a sword, as I have no longer a 
country,” said Kosciusko, declining the gift. 
 He settled on a farm in France. When the allied armies were marching toward Paris, a 
Polish regiment, forming the advance guard of the Russians, began foraging in a village 
near Kosciusko’s farm. The troops wantonly outraged the property of the villagers, and 
their officers looked on. Suddenly a man in the dress of a French farmer ordered them, in 
their own language, to stop their ravages. Officers and men gathered about him, surprised 
to hear Polish spoken by one who was apparently a Frenchman, and indignant at his 
presumption in ordering them. 
 “When I commanded the army,” said the stranger, ignoring their looks of astonishment 
and wrath, “of which your regiment is a part, I punished severely such acts as your 
officers sanction. Had I the command now I would not punish the soldiers, but you.”
 “Who are you?” demanded the colonel of the regiment, indignant at being lectured by an 
unknown man. 
 “I am Kosciusko,” answered the stranger. 
 Instantly every hat was removed, and officers and privates, doing homage to the modest 
patriot, retired from the village at his request. The Emperor Alexander, hearing of the 
incident, sent a Russian guard of honor to protect Kosciusko’s farm from foragers and 
camp-followers. 
 When the Polish patriot died, two or three year after the fall of Paris, the same emperor 
ordered his remains to be removed to Cracow and laid side by side with those of John 
Sobieski, the Polish king whose victory over the Turks, before the walls of Vienna, saved 
Europe from a Mohammedan master.—Youth’s Companion.

Charles O’ Conor in Public Life.

Mr. O’Conor never understood nor became entirely reconciled to his want of success in 
public life. Why every one loved to recognize and do damage to his profession. Why 
every one loved to recognize and do homage to his profession and personal { ?} and so 
few cared to [  ] him as their political guide, was a problem which always puzzled him, 
and contributed not a little  [?] to weaken his faith in popular [ ?]. The true solution of it 
probably is that the very qualities which gave him his preeminence at the bar in a 
corresponding degree unfitted him for the representative duties of a statesman. He went 
so deeply into the philosophy or the rationale of every [?] that he naturally had little 
respect fro the superficial and often [?] reasons which the mass of mankind would assign 
even for the best inspired [ ] [].  He could never pool his options in a committee or in any 
representative body, and be content, as every statesman, in a democracy at least, is [?] to 
be, with the resultant decisions of a majority. Thus it happened that in the convention of 
184[?], to which he was chosen more especially to [?] in remodeling our judiciary, he 
usually voted alone on [?], and opposed almost alone the [?] as finally adopted. The [?] 
his mind was so inexorable that he [?] not [blow?] to those subtle forms of instincts 
which go to make up [?] opinion, nor recognize the [?] of [?] famous saying that ‘there is 
one person wiser than Anybody, and that is Everybody.’ He was so thoroughly loyal to 
the conclusions of his own mind when they had deliberately formed that it seemed to him 
pusillanimous to surrender them to more numbers or because of any possible 
consequences that might result to himself or others from adhering to them.—Hon. John 
Bigelow, in the Center. 

 What Cripples the Balloon. 
 When Mr. Coxwell was asked, “How long can gas be retained in a balloon?” he replied, 
“No balloon has ever gone over a second sunset. I will tell you why,” he went on. The 
moment the sun goes down the gas condenses and you get through the night better than 
the day. But the next day, in the presence of the sun, the gas expands and you mount to 
great elevations, but every mount the balloon makes cripples its power and it is only a 
question of hours, if not minutes, how long you can keep up. It is the loss of the eternal 
‘king of day’ which is the mischief. If an aeronaut could have forty-eight hours of night 
he could travel a great distance.” Mr. Coxwell also mentioned that the highest rate of 
speed he had ever attained, even with a strong wind blowing, was eighty miles an hour.—
Interview with Aeronaut Coxwell.

When a man with two heavy sachels is running to catch a street-car, and a small boy turns 
the corner just in time to get all tangled up with his legs, it is not perhaps the most fitting 
moment to shove a tract into his pocket addressed to “The Profane Man,” but it is very 
apt to strike the market for which it is manufactured. 

A Camel Race at Dongola.
 
Pony races and foot races appealed but little to the native mind, but a camel race, open to 
all comers, was a matter of the warmest interest to all, both Englishmen and natives. The 
Mudir himself, who, with a large following, attended the meeting, was most enthusiastic 
on the subject of this race, and had entered his best camel for it, his example being 
followed by the owners of all the best camels in Dongola. The scene at the starting point 
was quaint in the extreme. Camels were there of every size and hue, bellowing one and 
all as though in direst agony; some of them bestridden by English soldiers on their red 
leather saddles, some by officers who preferred the comfortable Soudan saddle, some by 
naked Bischari or Abebdeh, sons of the desert, who, not unfrequently, disdaining saddles 
of any kind, sat perched on the rump of the animal, and guided their beast by the nostril 
string along. Here and there among the crowd were Bashi-Bazouks on slim-necked, 
slender-legged animals whose riche accouterments showed that their owners found war a 
paying trade, and town-folk who, perched on their light wooden saddles, their long robes 
bound closely around their waists, intended, evidently, to make a desperate struggle for 
victory. At last, profiting by a moment when all the competitors seemed to be in line—a 
result to obtain which had taken some three-quarters of an hour—the signal was given to 
go, and the camels started. Then some trotted, some galloped, some turned themselves 
round and round seeking to tie themselves in knots and refusing to move forward, others 
threw themselves on the ground and rolled their riders off, and one or two, disengaging 
themselves from the crowd, started off in a mad break-neck gallop toward the hills, their 
riders, albeit wild sons of the desert, unable to do more than cling to the beasts for dear 
life. Every now and then occurred a terrific collision between two eager competitors, 
which flung both camels and riders to the ground. As the beasts rounded the turning post 
the confusion became proportionate to the excitement. Many camels never got round the 
post at all, but fell to fighting with one another on the far side of it, in which conflict their 
riders, when natives, soon took part with right good will. Others sought to cheat, 
diminishing the distance by a hundred yards or so, but these defaulters were promptly 
“spotted” and hounded off the course by the watchful stewards. The winner was greeted, 
as he passed the post, by such cheers as completely disconcerted the poor brute, and had 
not his rider warily forestalled him he would have turned back in flight from before the 
crowd of spectators. The race was a good one, and one of the most interesting features 
about it was the fact that, although the winning camel was ridden by a native, the English 
soldiers, whose acquaintance with camels dated from but a fortnight, seemed to hold their 
own very fairly against the natives, who were, so to speak, born and bred camel-riders. 
As to knowledge of the habits of the brute and adaptability to a long journey, the 
superiority of the native is, of course, incontestable; but at this short trial of speed the 
Englishmen showed themselves not much his inferiors.—London Times. 

Before Pens. 

The chisel was employed for inscribing on stone, wood, or metal. It was so sharpened as 
to suit the material operated upon, and was dexterously handled by all early artists. The 
style, a sharp-pointed instrument of metal, ivory, or bone, was used for writing on wax 
tablets. The style was unsuitable for holding a fluid, hence a species of reed was 
employed for writing on parchments. Those styles and reeds were carefully kept in cases, 
and the writers had a sponge, knife, and pumice-stone, compasses for measuring, scissors 
for cutting, a puncheon to point out the beginning and the end of each line, a rule to draw 
and divide the lines into columns, a glass containing sand, and another with writing-fluid. 
these were the chief implements used for centuries to register facts and events. Reeds 
continued to be used till the eighth century, though quills were known in the middle of 
the seventh. The earliest author who uses the word penna for a writing-pen is Isidorus, 
who lived in that century, and toward the end of it a Latin sonnet “To a Pen” was written 
by an Anglo-Saxon. But though quills were known at this period, they came into more 
general use very slowly, for in 1443 a present of a bundle of quills was sent from Venice 
by a monk, with a letter in which he says, “Show this bundle to Brother Nicholas, that he 
may choose a quill.” The only other material to which we refer is ink, the composition 
and colors of which were various. The black was made of burnt ivory and the liquor of 
the cuttle-fish. We are not prepared to say what other ingredients were used or how it was 
manufactured, but these ancient manuscripts prove that the ink was of a superior 
description. Red, purple, silver, and gold inks were also used. The red was made from 
vermilion and carmine, the purple from murex, and the manufacture of these, especially 
the gold and silver varieties, was an extensive and lucrative business.—Chambers’ 
Journal.

Parisian Statistics. 
 
Statistics show that more than 500,000 Parisians are employed in commerce, trade and 
banking operations, while of the artisan class there are considerably more than 
1,250,000The liberal professions seem to occupy but a small proportion of the population. 
All combined do not amount to 200,000. The great majority are in public service, which 
employs more than medicine, law, and divinity combined. But after the public service it 
is art which gives employment and livelihood to the greatest number of Parisians. Forty-
two thousand get their income from this branch of industry. The doctors come after, but a 
long way after; medicine in its branches, supports 18,000—the branches, of course, 
including chemists and all [componaders ?] and venders of medicine. Then comes the law, 
with 15,000 votaries, from Judges to the crier. Literature figures very low on the list, for, 
grouped with science and journalism, it gives employment to only 11,000 people; while 
all the clergy of all the persuasions amount to but half that number. On the whole, Paris 
would seem to be more industrious, more artistic, less literary, and less religious than the 
ordinary visitor would suppose; while the proportion in which the working class exceeds 
those who live on their own income is remarkable, as Paris is the recognized center of 
expenditure and extravagance for all France. 


Inventor of the “Wheel.”

The Inventor’s Luckless Lot Illustrated. 
 In the Originator of the Bicycle. 

The usual luckless lot of the inventor is well exemplified in the career of Pierre 
Lallemont the undoubted originator of the bicycle. He was not only the innovator but the 
first maker, rider, teacher and exhibitor of the “wheel.” He has been a firm believer in the 
universal introduction of this method of traveling and has stuck loyally to his faith in the 
future of the bicycle in the face of obstacles without number. He has lived to know that 
there are at present in use [?000,000] bicycles. Others have reaped fortunes as the fruit of 
his invention, while his reward is a position in the workshops of the Pope Manufacturing 
company at Boston and the little glory that an article like this may give him.
 The original tow-wheeled velocipede was patented in France in 1815 by Baron Von 
Drais, and was called the Draisine. It created a sensation at the time and was the subject 
of satire and much comment. Enclosures were built wherein the beaus of the period could 
practice balancing themselves on the new machine and exhibit their agility before their 
admiring belles.  

[Illustration: “THE DRAISINE”]

The above illustration is from a print of 1918. It shows to the veriest detail the Draisine of 
that day. The rider balanced himself on a saddle midway between the fore and hind 
wheels, which were of equal diameter. The front wheel turned as does the present bicycle, 
while there was a cushioned arm rest to give steadiness to the arms. The machine was 
propelled by paddling with the feet, and when sufficient momentum was obtained, or 
when going down an incline, rests were provided for the feet as the axle of the forewheel 
where we now have the pedal. All that was needed at that time was a substitution of 
pedals for the foot rest. Still the vehicle was in use for fifty years, until [?] added pedals 
to it. It is said that our [?] himself in his younger days on a Draisine on the classic roads 
of Cambridge, where the bicycle is now a common sight. 
 It was in 1862 that [L?] conceived the idea of adding pedals to the Draisine. He was then 
19 and had left his home near Nancy, in France, for Paris where he found employment 
with a manufacturer of baby carriages and invalid chairs. His pay was so small that it was 
a full year before he could purchase and beg the parts necessary to complete his machine. 
But how his real trouble began when he attempted to ride it, as any one can understand 
who has tried it and remembers his early experiences. Supposing the reader was given 
one of the modern bicycles to ride. He had never seen a machine like it before, and was 
not certain that it ever could be propelled safely. Supposing also that in his success as a 
rider depended the introduction of the machine as a vehicle! How many bicycles would 
be in use today? Yet this was the task Lallemont had before him; heavy and awkward as 
his machine was he had to demonstrate its use. But with a persistency, the outcome of 
necessity, he succeeded so well that in July, 1863, he had confidence sufficient to give his 
first public exhibition in the streets of Paris. The poorly constructed machine soon shook 
to pieces on the pavements of Paris. No one assisted the young inventor with means to 
make another, so he was obliged to abandon the idea. 
 Then Lallemont looked to America, where he believed the people were quicker to catch 
at new ideas. He gave his whole energy to acquiring sufficient means to carry him across 
the Atlantic. He arrived in America in July, 1865, with the two wheels of his machine. He 
sought out Connecticut, the land of [wooden clocks ?] and nutmegs, and settled in 
Ansonia. He soon found employment, and from savings from his earnings was enabled to 
complete a second machine in a few months after his arrival. Then he tried the first real 
journey on it, which was from Ansonia to Birmingham, Conn., a distance of four and one 
–half miles. Just twenty years afterwards Thomas Stevens starts on his trip around the 
world on a bicycle, but it is a question whether he undertook his journey with more 
trepidation than did Lallemont this one to Birmingham.
[illustration: “THE FIRST HEADER”]
 For the illustration of an incident in this first journey we are indebted to the magazine 
[Outing?]. The picture explains itself. This accident occurred while going down a hill. 
Lallemont had no brake. He yelled in French to have an old farmer and his wagon give 
him room. The farmer, on turning round, spied the strange apparition that was evidently 
chasing him, jerked wildly on the reins, so that Lallemont, to avoid collision with the 
bewildered driver, deflected his wheels to one side, taking what is technically called a 
“header,” from which he carries a scar on his face to this day. 
 A man named Carroll advanced money to obtain a patent May 4, [18??]. But did not 
have capital to manufacture it, nor could capital be secured. Lallemont returned to France, 
where he found a manufacturer willing to assist him, and [?], but the war of 1870 put a 
stop to their work. He afterwards received 10,000 francs for his interest in the American 
patent, when expired in 1883. Fortunes are being made in the manufacture of the “wheel” 
to-day, and its inventor plods along as an obscure but lighthearted factory hand. 


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OVERWORKED.

From out of the rosy land of dreams,
She comes at early morning; 
The dew upon the meadow gleams,
Fair as a bride’s adorning.

Aroma from the moaning pines, 
And fields of blooming clover; 
The noisy brook that sings and shines,
With willows bending over.

The eastern sky is all aflame, 
As though to one beholding, 
The gold and sapphire clouds that came
Were heaven’s gates unfolding.

But all this glory stands apart, 
Nor charms her with its beauty,
 For care sits heavy on her brow, 
Where falls the line of duty.

The cows await the milking time,
With soft and patient lowing,
The sturdy farmer in his prime, 
Must hasten to his mowing.

His wife must speed the morn’s repast, 
And work with nimble fingers,
For farmers all from first to last, 
Make hay while sunshine lingers. 

And when the meals are o’er, the pails, 
Of foaming milk are waiting,
With fragrance caught from sunny vales, 
To future joy relating.

The cream lies thick, like cloth of gold, 
Where shining pans are brimming,
Their riches gathered fold on fold, 
All ready for the skimming.

Then later, as in olden days, 
With much of stir and flutter,
By weary hands the dasher plays,
And wins the golden butter.

And so the days go on, and on—
No time for rest and pleasure;
“A woman’s work is never done.”
Is true in fullest measure.

And as the sun sinks in the west, 
And day grows into even,
Weary and worn out she goes to rest, 
And almost longs for heaven.
--[Lavilla?] E. Allen, in Good Housekeeping.



IN RHETTA’S GARDEN.

It was only a little spot south of the house, but violets blossomed sooner than anywhere 
else, and great bursting pinks made the air spicy while other people’s were only in bud. 
There were daffodils in the grassy border, and blue-bells and blue spider-lilies. There are 
two rose-bushes, one cinnamon and one damask, while double sweet gilly flowers sowed 
themselves and came up every year along with mignonette and chrysanthemums. It was a 
sweet, fragrant, old-fashioned little garden, which Rhetta’s mother had tended and taken 
pleasure in, and now it was Rhetta’s. There she worked all her spare half hours, sowing 
and watering, weeding and transplanting, till her little hands were brown, and her cheeks 
like her own cinnamon roses. Aunt Dorcas, in the kitchen, used to wonder “how on airth 
that child could be so content all alone out in her posy bed!”
 But Rhetta was not so often alone of late, since they had taken a boarder. Ralph 
Callender found that the pleasantest path to the house lay through the little flower-garden, 
and when his jobs of copying failed to occupy his time, what could be more natural than 
to use his leisure helping the blushing gardener? It was he who carried away all the weeds, 
divided the white peony roots and reset them, and dug more thoroughly than Rhetta ever 
could around the dear old rose-bushes. Over their work they fell talking, as young people 
will, and already Rhetta’s father had begun to watch them a little anxiously above his 
spectacles as he sat on the porch, while one of the neighbors had remarked privately to 
Aunt Dorcas that it was a pity young Callender was not a man of fortune as well as of 
family.
 In truth riches had taken of themselves wings and flown away from the Callenders a year 
before, so that Ralph, instead of becoming junior partner in an old and prosperous 
business, saw nothing before him but what his two hands cold earn, and being totally 
unprepared for such a prospect, he had to take a little time to get used to it, and to find out 
which way to turn. Meanwhile he had drifted to this suburban town, and while waiting to 
find a situation as clerk or accountant, did copying to support himself, and boarded at 
Rhetta’s.
 It was a day they had been transplanting touch-me-nots, and Ralph had thrown himself 
down under the plum-tree for a respite, while Rhetta pulled the faded blossoms from a 
primrose. He might have been misanthropic enough at that moment if he had chosen, for 
the last line of copying lay upon his table finished, with not so much as a hint for an order 
for any more. Worse than that, a clerk’s place he had been hoping for had that very 
morning been given to another. If he had got it, he could have spoken to Rhetta at once. 
 His glance followed her as she bent over her plants, her garden bonnet drooping back 
from her bright brown hair, and his finger sought instinctively a little ring that hid in his 
vest pocket. The old Callender pride had come to this, that he only waited for the barest 
chance of being able to earn a living before he offered heart and hand to pretty little 
Rhetta Wood, whose bonny face was all her dowry. 
 But he could not help letting love color his words a little when he said, presently, to 
Rhetta, as he watched her, “When I make my fortune you shall have greenhouses and 
hotbeds, and gardens laid out on terraces.”
 “Like Colonel Porter’s?” laughed Rhetta, blushing over her trowel. “Oh! have you ever 
seen his place, Mr. Callender? It’s over on the West Side.”
 “I think I have passed it,” answered the young man indifferently. “Big trees, three 
terraces, ribbon beds, and a peacock on the lawn; is that the place?”
 “Yes; isn’t it splendid?” exclaimed Rhetta. “I always go that way when I take a walk by 
myself; and oh! how I do long sometimes for things I see the gardener throwing away—
slips and cuttings and roots that he thins out! Perfectly lovely things!”
 “Why don’t you ask him for them?”
 “Ask him?” and Rhetta caught her breath at the very idea of doing so audacious a thing. 
“Why I wouldn’t dare.”
 “Don’t you know them? –the family, I mean.”
 “No, how could I Rose Porter and I went to the same school, and when she rides by and 
sees me she bows and smiles, but that isn’t being acquainted. She is as beautiful as a 
princess. It is time for her to be at home now; she has been in Washington all spring.”
 Ralph Callender made no answer. He was busy weaving a true love knot of grass blades, 
and when it was done he gave it to Rhetta. She blushed again over it, and went on talking 
about flowers.
 “I wish I could get some slips of Col. Porter’s geraniums,” she said, “he has so many 
kinds, and I have only this little pink one. And I want a root of daylily very much, and 
some tea-rose cuttings, and a double Genoese violet; a blue salvia too, and—Oh, Mr. 
Callender look! There is Rose Porter now, driving up the street in her pony phaeton. Isn’t 
she lovely?”
 As the jaunty basket phaeton moved slowly by, a pretty, bright face glanced from it, 
smiling cordially at Rhetta, and then was overspread by a look of sudden recognition and 
pleasant surprise at the sight of Ralph Callender, who took his hat off respectfully. 
 “Why, do you know her?” asked Rhetta amazed.
 “I find I do. She and my sister Sally became good friends two years ago at Newport—or 
was it Nahant! And Miss Porter spent the holidays at our house the next winter. I thought 
it must be she, when you described her.” 
 Ralph Callender paused and gazed reflectively at the ground, He was recalling that gay 
holiday season when Rose Porter and his sister were the belles of their set. He could have 
counted his friends then by the hundred, and now—“Poverty does make a difference,” he 
thought bitterly. All who had it in their power to aid him had turned the cold shoulder. He 
was simply a poor man seeking employment, and he felt at odds with the world.
 Rhetta, grown suddenly shy, pulled away the dead leaves from a pink root and said 
nothing. Newport! Nahant! And people like the Porters for intimate friends. It seemed to 
remove Ralph far from her quiet, even life, and to set him where she had no part.
 The basket phaeton was now seen returning down the street with its pretty occupant, who 
stopped her ponies opposite the cottage with such an evident intention of speaking to 
Ralph Callender that he at once went out of the garden and stood in the road at her side. 
Rhetta saw them sake hands in the most friendly manner, heard her musical laughter and 
sweet voice, though she could not distinguish the words; and in a few moments more, to 
her surprise, Ralph stepped into the phaeton, sat down by Rose, took the reins in his 
hands and drove rapidly away, with a backward smile, which seemed to say, “She is an 
old friend, you see!”
 But when he did not come home for dinner she thought it strange. Her father and Aunt 
Dorcas made no comment, for Ralph had often been absent at that hour when seeking for 
employment. Rhetta did not mention that he drove away with Rose Porter, but a neighbor, 
who had watched them, came in during the afternoon and spoke of it with great interest. 
Aunt Dorcas at once felt a great interest too, and Rhetta found it so trying to listen to their 
remarks and surmised that she slipped out of the house to her garden, and did hard 
weeding in her flower beds without sparing herself. But she heard every step that passed 
by on the sidewalk, and knew that Ralph Callender did not come.
 The afternoon wanted restlessly away. He would surely come back by suppertime; and 
Rhetta, in a fresh gown, with pansies at her belt, hummed little songs as she moved about 
setting the table for Aunt Dorcas.
 “I wouldn’t put on that dish of honey,” said Aunt Dorcas—“not till you see whether he’s 
coming.”
 “Oh, he’ll come,” said Rhetta; but she stopped singing.
 Mr. Wood came in, washed his hands at the sink and sat down in his place at the table. 
Aunt Dorcas passed him a cup of tea.
“Where’s Callender?” he asked, looking around.
 “Why, haven’t you heard?” said Aunt Dorcas. “He drove off with Rose Porter and we 
haven’t caught sight of him since.”
 “The Porters are old friends of his,” said Rhetta, flushing up.
 “Hum! hum! muttered her father, as he drank his tea from the saucer, in which he had 
cooled it. 
 Aunt Dorcas now questioned the girl as to all she know about this old friendship and at 
the close, said, with the air of one who meant to do her duty by all, no matter how 
mercilessly: “Well, like as not they’ll make a match of it. Birds of a feather flock 
together.”
 Supper was over, cleared away, and all the dishes washed, but still Ralph Callender did 
not come. As it grew dark Mr. Wood strolled off to chat with the neighbors, and Aunt 
Dorcas, putting on her bonnet and black silk shawl, went to weekly prayer meeting. 
Rhetta, left free from comment, went up into her little garden and leaned against the 
plum-tree, with a strange dull pain gnawing at her heart. It seemed like days and weeks 
since Ralph drove away with smiling pretty Rose Porter. And she herself had begun to 
think of him as somehow her own. That very morning, under that very tree, there had 
been in his looks and in his tones touches of tenderness that had filled her heart with 
happiness. But now it was all over, in an instant she had lost him. Rose Porter had taken 
him away, ant though he might come back, he would never, never be the same Ralph 
again. She felt a girlish certainty of that. The little bright dream was over. 
At first she did not blame Rose. Very probably she had loved him two years ago, and had 
been influenced to give him up on account of his poverty, and now, regretting the step, 
had come to reclaim him. 
 “Well, I can take my turn and give him up too,” thought Rhetta with great hot tears 
springing to her eyes. “Only I can never drive after him and bring him back in a 
phaeton.”
 And at that she threw herself upon the dewy grass and weep unrestrainedly. She was too 
young to be capable of the terrible, tearless sorrow with which an older woman may meet 
bereavement and heart-break. She only knew that everything had changed since 
morning,that Ralph had gone away, that she was very, very wretched, and that no one 
must know of it. 
 The fire-fliers flashed in the grass, the flower were heavy with dew, the air was full of 
the fragrance of mignonette, heliotrope, and roses, but Rhetta did not heed them. She only 
felt that night was kind to make such darkness and solitude in the garden that no one 
could see her or hear her, poor miserable little Rhetta Wood, crying for a lost happiness 
that had never really been hers. And now it seemed to her that Rose was cruel, from the 
midst of her luxury, and her dozens of lovers, to come swooping down upon this one 
chance of bliss in a lifetime. For Rhetta was sure that in all the years to come she should 
never, never marry. That was all over from this time forth. 
The crickets hummed about her, the nightmoths brushed by her unheeded; the moon rose 
but she did not know it. She was thinking how she should live all her life long in the little 
old house. After awhile her aunt Dorcas would die, and she would be left alone with her 
father. Then after awhile he too would die, and she would live on there, an old, lonely 
woman. 
 From this reverie she was aroused by the stopping of wheels, and cheerful voices at the 
gate. 
 “Rhetta! Rhetta!” shouted somebody, in joyous manly tones.
 Yes, that was Ralph calling her. With girlish celerity she smoothed back her disordered 
hair and ran to the gate. There he stood his arms filled with flowers, which he loaded 
upon her, while Colonel Porters’ coachman, who had brought him home, was almost 
staggering under the weight of an immense basket, full of bloom and fragrance which he 
made haste to deposit on the garden walk.
 “Everything is here,” said Ralph gayly—“the geraniums, the day lilies, the tea-rose 
bushes, and the double violets. Roots, slips, cuttings, all you wanted, you have them now, 
and I’ll set them every one out for you.”
 “Oh, how beautiful! how beautiful!” murmured Rhetta, very softly and gently. She was 
wholly overcome by this strange ending of her passionate grief.
 The coachman departed, leaving the two lovers along in the moonlit garden. Lovers they 
were, for Ralph drew Rhetta close to his heart, while he placed upon her finger the ring 
that had waited hidden in hi s pocket.
 “You know what this means, my darling?” he said, fervently. “My way is clear before 
me now. Colonel Porter has given mea change in his own business, beyond anything I 
dared hope, You don’t know how hard it has been for me to wait till I had a right to ask 
you to be my own little Rhetta always—always!”
 Happy Rhetta!—the moon ought to have laughed right out to see how her face had 
changed, it was so full now of smiles and blushes. 
 Aunt Dorcas, hurrying home an hour later, eager to explain how she had gone to sit 
awhile with poor old Mrs. Davis, who had sciatica, was taken all aback by hearing merry 
voices under the plum tree, and finding Ralph and Rhetta there at work with trowels 
setting out roots and tying up plants.
 “Rose Porter sent me all these!” exclaimed Rhetta, triumphantly—“all this great 
basketful of lovliness and luxury, and we must set them every one out to-night, because 
night is the best time, and they will get the dew.”
 “For the land sakes!” ejaculated Aunt Dorcas. “Don’t yet want the lantern?”
 “Oh the moon is as bright as day,” said Ralph, as he paused to choose a place for a fine 
blue salvia.
 “Well! Well!” the old lady exclaimed and then, as if she dimly comprehended that 
something in the glamour of youth and romance might make it a thing to be desired to dig 
in gardens at unusual hours, she said no more, but went quietly into the house.—Mary L. 
B. Branch, in Harper’s Bazar.


A Ten-Year Old Heroine.

Three months ago, writes a Cambridge, Mass., correspondent of The New York Herald, 
Mrs. Edward Barry, wife of a day laborer on the Fitchburg railroad, living in the Belmont 
district, died from hard work and exposure, leaving five children to the care of her kind-
hearted though rather dissipated husband. The eldest child, Nellie, 10 years of age, has 
acted as housekeeper since the death of her mother, and has managed to cloth the backs 
and supply the mouths of her four younger brothers from the $1.50 a day wages of their 
father. Last night it was very hot in their cottage, and Nellie, after putting the little folks 
to bed, and singing and fanning them to sleep, put her father’s supper on the back of the 
stove, and sat down to wait for his return. He was late. The little clock on the mantel 
ticked off the hours and brought 9 o’clock, but no father. Then Nellie remembered that he 
had been drinking since the Fourth and went out to seek him. Failing to find him she 
returned, tired and worried with her heavy cared. She went to the little heated chamber to 
look at her sleeping brothers, and then resumed her place in the chair, determined to stay 
awake until her father came, but the heat, combined with her hard work, was too much 
for the child, and she was soon sleeping with her head upon her arm. 
 An hour later she was awakened by the sound of falling timbers, and springing to her 
feet she saw the whole end of the house on fire, while clouds of smoke filled every room. 
What she did first she can not tell. All she knows is that when her first neighbor arrived 
he met her coming out of the burning house with the last of her little brothers in her arms. 
The other three were lying on the grass in front of the house in their night-clothes. Her 
eldest brother, Jimmy, says she came upstairs and taking them one by one, carried them 
out in safety. Her face is burned, and her hair is scorched, but otherwise she is unhurt. 
The three smaller ones—aged 2, 4 and 6 years—were not awakened until the arrival of 
their tipsy father, who reached home with the fire company. The premises caught in an 
adjoining barn, probably from an engine spark, and spread to the house. The little heroine 
and her brothers were taken to the house of an aunt, in the Dublin district, and to-day she 
has been receiving so many congratulations that her little head is nearly turned. Several 
wealthy people who heard of her deed have made arrangements to give her an education, 
thinking so brave a girl should have an opportunity to elevate herself.


Lemons and Health

 A good deal has been said through the papers about the healthfulness of lemons. The 
latest advice is how to use them so that they will do the most good, and is as follows: 
Most people know the benefit of lemonade before breakfast, but few know that it is more 
than doubled by taking another at night also. The way to get the better of the bilious 
system without blue pills or quinine is to take the juice of one, two, or three lemons, as 
appetite craves, in as much ice water as makes it pleasant to drink without sugar before 
going to bed. In the morning, before rising, at least half an hour upon breakfast, take the 
juice of one lemon in a goblet of water. This will clear the system of humor and bile with 
efficiency without any of the weakening effects of calomel or congress water. People 
should not irritate the stomach by eating lemons clear.—Farm and Fireside.

A butcher at San Bernardino, Cal., announces that he is ready to make contracts for a 
year to retail beef at 5 cents a pound. 

A Bangor, Me., man has constructed a canvas canoe in which he intends to place a small 
steam engine and a propeller.

FRENCH AND ENGLISH SAWS
 Differences Which Mean the Same Thing. 

We English seem to have selected the mouse as an emblem in our “As dumb as a 
mouse;” the French have preferred a glass, for they say “As dumb as a glass.” We say 
“As deaf as a post;” the French “As deaf as a pot.” “As dull as ditch water” Gallicized 
becomes “As sad as nightcap.” “Don’t count your chickens before they are hatched” is 
changed into “Don’t sell the skin of the bear before you have killed it.” Instead of “Biting 
off ones nose to spite one’s face,” a similar useless experiment is illustrated by “Spitting 
in the air that it may fall on one’s nose.” The self-evident impossibility in the words “You 
can’t get blood out of a stone,” is represented by “One could not comb a thing that has no 
hair.” (This last also “goes without saying,” which, as literally translated from the French, 
now forms a proverb in our own language.) In the proverb, “One may lead a horse to 
water, but a hundred can’t make him drink,” our neighbors have not inappropriately 
selected “ass” as the illustrative animal. “When you’re in Rome you must do as Rome 
does,” every Englishman will tell you, though few could say why Rome was chosen as an 
example, and whether it is more necessary, when in Rome, to follow the general lead, 
than in anywhere else, is to us a matter of doubt. To the Frenchman the idea is 
sufficiently well expressed, however, by impressing upon the necessity of “howling with 
the wolves.” “Easy come, easy go,” though terse and to the point is in itself scarcely so 
intelligible as the somewhat longer sentence, “That which comes with the flood returns 
with the ebb.” That “a burnt child dreads the fire,” is perfectly true as every one will 
admit; our neighbors go further than this, and in choosing a “scalded cat” as the object of 
consideration, speak of it as being in fear of “cold” water, even, thus expressing the 
natural distrust of the cat, after having once been scalded, as extending even to “cold” 
water. “Money makes the mare to go,” and “For money, dogs dance.”—Chambers’ 
Journal.


Two on the Doctors.
 Judge Z__, of Washington, Ind., in trying a case in court the other day, had for a witness 
against his client a comparatively new physician, and the Judge questioned the young 
“sawbones” in this wise:
 “You say you are a practicing physician and surgeon?”
 “I am,” was answered.
 “Where do you practice?”
 “In Washington and vicinity.”
 “Do you mean Washington, D.C. (Davies County), Ind., and not Washington City, 
District of Colombia?”
 “I do. Yes, sir.” 
 “How long have you practiced here?”
 “Over six years, sir.”
 Judge Z__, musingly—“Over six years!” He then added, directing the remark to the jury: 
 “That’s the first I ever heard of it;” the young doctor perspiring the while like rain.

In the town of Blank, Ind., is a dudish little dapper fellow, who styles himself M.D. and 
has a “sheepskin,” or diploma, of his own make and issuing, gotten up by self-graduation, 
and oath to five years’ practice—according to Indiana law. 
 Not long ago a wag met the young doctor, who is all talk, or chatter, and cheek equal to a 
brass monkey, and taking up the youngster’s medicine case, put it under his arm and 
strutted turkey-gobbler fashion, as the young “M. D.” was wont to do.
 “Give me the medicine case, sir,” haughtily demanded the doctor; “there is dangerous 
medicine in it.”
 “That’s what I’ve heard from the neighborhood where you get your practice,” was the 
wag’s reply.—Detroit Free Press.
 
 
An Offended Conductor.
  
A man was bounding around in a car on a new Dakota road when the conductor came 
through. 
 “Can you tell me,” said the man, with a great show of sarcasm, “whether this car is on 
the track or not?” 
 “Sir!” replied the conductor, reaching into his pocket, “here is a volume of the rules and 
regulations of this road.” 
 “But what do I want of it?” 
 “Look it over and see if you can find any rule saying that I must spend my time running 
alongside of the train reporting its position to the passengers. See if there is anything in 
that volume that compels me to go humping myself along on the prairie and yelling 
through the windows ‘four wheels off now!’ or ‘hind trucks dragging on the ties!’ or 
gentleman, the baggage car has just rolled into the ditch!’ or ‘passengers will please 
remain seated while we turn off here and scoot across the prairie after a jack-rabbit!’ 
Look over them rules, sir, and see if you find any of these directions. If you don’t, in the 
future please take your own observations on the wheels.” –Estelline Bell.


Romance of the Trees.

 “Do you see that row of poplars on the Canadian shore, standing apparently at equal 
distances apart?” asked a grave-faced man of a group of passengers on the Fort Erie ferry 
boat yesterday.
 The group nodded assent. 
 “Well, there’s quite a story connected with those trees,” he continued. “Some years ago 
there lived on the bluff in Buffalo, overlooking the river, a very wealthy banker, whose 
only daughter was beloved by a young surveyor. The old man was inclined to question 
the professional skill of young rod and level, and to put him to test directed him to set out 
on the Dominion shore, a row of trees, no two of which should be any farther apart than 
any other two. The trial proved the lover’s inefficiency, and forthwith he was forbidden 
the house and in despair drowned himself in the river. Perhaps some of you gentlemen 
with keen eyes can tell which two trees are the farthest apart.”
 The group took a critical view of the situation and each member selected a different pair 
of trees. Finally, after much discussion, an appeal was taken to the solemn-faced stranger 
to solve the problem.
 “The first and the last, said he, calmly resuming his cigar and walking away with the air 
of a sage.—Buffalo Courier.
 
“I will flea the place,” remarked the strange dog as he prepared to make his home with a 
farmer.—Merchant Traveler. 


A Pleasant Home.
 
We described briefly last week the buildings and arrangements of St. Joseph’s Academy, 
St. Paul. We want this week to call the attention of parents and guardians to the fact that 
the school is in every sense a home. The pupils are tenderly cared for by the sisters in 
charged, who take a personal and individual interest in each scholar. Neatness is 
inculcated by advice and example. Every effort is made to make the studies agreeable to 
the youthful students. Besides the routine classes pupils are encouraged to discuss the 
topics they are learning, and are lead to take an intelligent interest in all their work. There 
are cooking classes for pupils conducted upon the most improved methods, plain and 
fancy sewing is carefully taught and the scholars are lead to an appreciation of the fact 
that as future wives and mothers it is their particular province to make their homes happy, 
cheerful abodes. We cannot do better than advise all who have girls to who they desire to 
give a thorough practical education to write to Mother Superior, St. Josephs Academy, St. 
Paul, for descriptive catalogues of that model institution. The rate of board, tuition, etc., 
is only $180 per year.

Postoffices established: Dakota—Jewell McIntosh county; Rinde, Spink county. Offices 
discontinued: Wisconsin—Elm Lake, Wood county. Postmasters commissioned: Iowa—
Chesterfield, G.W. Perley; Gray, Lebec; Mount Hamill, J. F. Pease. Minnesota—Gull 
River, M.C. Mills, Sanborn, J. H Posse. Wisconsin—Buena Vista, Clark. Dakota—Coal 
Harbor, J. B. Hinton.

The following army officers, recently promoted, have been ordered to report to the 
commanding generals of departments as designated for assignment: Lieut. Col. Jewett, 
Third infantry, Dakota; Maj. D. Madden, Seventh cavalry, Dakota.

Away down near the end of the legacies in Mr. Tilden’s will is one of $100,000 to Miss 
Celeste Stauffer of New Orleans. Mr. Tilden met Miss Stauffer, a handsome and brilliant 
woman, in 1881, and at once became enamored of her. For three years she and her friends 
visited Greystone every summer. It is stated that the marriage did not take place because 
Mr. Tilden felt his strength failing and thought she deserved a younger husband. She is 
now about twenty-eight years of age. 

The pain-banisher is a name applied to St. Jacobs Oil, by the millions who have been 
cured of rheumatism and neuralgia by its use. 

The comptroller of the currency has authorized the first national bank of Sault Ste. Marie, 
Mich., to begin business with a capital of $50,000.

The proprietor of the Great Western Poultry Yard, Mr. James E. Goodkey, St. Louis, Mo., 
is enthusiastic in his praise of Red Star Cough Cure, which cured him after all other 
remedies failed. He says it neither constipates the bowels, nor causes sick headache. 

A large meeting of Northwestern lumbermen was held at St. Paul recently. The meeting 
was called for the purpose of discussing the situation of trade and the stock and the future 
prospects. A discussion took place in which representatives of the lumber trade from 
Muscatine to Lake Superior took part, which showed a large shortage in the lumber 
output as against last year; a fair trade and an average of from 75 cents to $1 per 1,000 
better prices than a year ago. The prospective shortage will be more than one thousand 
million feet of logs and lumber on hand at the close of the season. There has been burned 
up 300,000,000 feet of lumber this year, and there are 800,000,000 feet of logs hung up 
on the Wisconsin, Black, Chippewa and upper Mississippi rivers. 


To Consumptives.
or those with weak lungs, spitting of blood, bronchitis or kindred affections of throat or 
lungs, send 10 cents in stamps for Dr. R.V. Pierce’s treatise on these maladies. Address 
the doctor, Buffalo, N.Y.

The president a few days ago remarked incidentally that he proposed to let appointments 
alone as a rule until he returned from his trip to the Adirondacks.

“How Can She Ever Love Him?”
 is what you often hear said when the prospective groom is the victim of catarrh. “How 
can she bear such a breath?” “How resolve to link her destiny with that of one with a 
disease, that unless arrested, will end in consumption, or perhaps in insanity?” Let the 
husband that is, or is to be, get Dr. Sage’s Catarrh Remedy, and cure himself before it is 
too late. By druggists. 

Don Carlo’s son, Don Jaime de Boubon, got $2,500,000 under the will of the late 
Comtesse de Chambord. 

How Women Would Vote. 
Were women allowed to vote, every one in the land who has used Dr. Pierces’ “Favorite 
prescription” would vote it to be an unfailing remedy for the diseases peculiar to her sex. 
By druggists. 

The late Alexander Trotter of Edinburgh, Scotland, was the most famous mathematician 
in the United Kingdom. 

A heavy growth of hair is produced by the use of Hall’s Hair Renewer. 
Every description of malarial disorder yields to the curative power of Ayer’s Ague Cure. 

The president issues a commission to Dan Maratta as marshal of Dakota. 

J.A. Chandler Gen’l Ag’t. Chicago, Milwaukee & St. Paul Ry., says, “For nearly two 
years, I have been a great sufferer from Rheumatic gout. I commenced using McCaine’s 
St Paul Chemical Oil, and have gradually improved ever since. I have less pain and less 
trouble than for eight years before, and believe a continued use will work a permanent 
cure.” By druggists. 

The health of Bishop Stevens is completely restored, and he will return to the 
Philadelphia from Geneva.

Apples are getting large enough to twist a boy of 10 out of bed and half way down stairs 
at every grip, and the opportunity should not be lost by a single youth to have on hand 
Perry Davis’ Pain Killer a most efficient remedy for all disorders of the stomach. It is 
sold by all druggists. 

Maj. S. W. Clarke, whose removal as recorder of the general land office was 
recommended by Commissioner Sparks, was suspended by the President. 
Peculiar
 
To itself in many important particulars, Hood’s Sarsaparilla is different from and superior 
to any other medicine. 
 Peculiar in combination, proportion and preparation of ingredients, Hood’s Sarsaparilla 
possesses the full curative value of the best known remedies of the vegetable kingdom. 
 Peculiar in its medicinal merit, Hood’s Sarsaparilla accomplishes cures hitherto 
unknown. 
Peculiar in strength and economy—Hood’s Sarsaparilla is the only medicine of which 
can truly be said, “100 doses one dollar.” Medicines in larger and smaller bottles require 
larger doses, and do not produce as good results as Hood’s Sarsaparilla. 
 Peculiar in its “good name at home”—there is more of Hood’s Sarsaparilla sold in 
Lowell, where it is made, than of all other blood purifiers. 
 Peculiar in its phenomenal record of sales abroad, no other preparation has ever attained 
such popularity in so short a time. Be sure to get
 Hood’s Sarsaparilla
 Sold by all druggists. $1; six for $5. Prepared only by C. I. HOOD & CO., Apothecaries, 
Lowell, Mass.
 100 Doses One Dollar

Hog cholera gave considerable trouble in Wisconsin during the spring, and it is now 
feared that it has broken out again. 

Allen’s Iron Tonic Bitters is the best Blood purifier in the World. All genuine bear the 
signature of J.P. Allen, Druggist, St. Paul, Minn.

Petroleum has been discovered on some land adjoining Chicago.

The best cough medicine is Piso’s Cure for consumption. Sold everywhere. 25 cts.

B.E. Hurd and Miss May Standard, of Nora Springs, eloped to Wisconsin. 

Mrs. J.Y. Finley, St. Charles, Minn., says she wants to say a good word for Brown’s Iron 
Bitters, which is the popular reliable family medicine advertised so largely. Mrs. F. was 
all run down, nervous, overtaxed; one bottle cured her. 

The last rail on the Chicago, Burlington & Northern is laid. 

PURE COD LIVER OIL made from selected livers, on the sea-shore, by CARWELL, 
HAZARD & CO., New York. It is absolutely pure and sweet. Patients who have once 
taken it prefer it to all others. Physicians have decided it superior to any of the other oils 
in market. 
CHAPPED HANDS, FACE PIMPLES, and rough Skin cured by using JUNIPER TAR 
SOAP, made by CASWELL, HAZARD & CO., NEW YORK.

Why go limping around with your boots run over. Lyon’s Heel Stiffeners keep them 
straight?

MANGE, Galls, Scratches, Cracked Heel, Thrush, and all diseases of the feet and 
irritations of the skin of horses and cattle quickly and permanently cured by the use of 
Veterinary [Carbolisalve?]. 50 c. and $1 at Druggists. 

Baby Humors, Skin Blemishes, and Birthmarks are cured by Cuticura. 
FOR CLEANSING THE SKIN and scalp of Infantile and Birth Humors, for allaying 
Itching, Burning, and Inflammation, for curing the first symptoms of Eczema, Psoriasis, 
Milk Crust, [Seall?] Head, [?] and other inherited skin and blood diseases. 

CUTICURA, the great Skin Cure, and CUTICURA SOAP, an [inquisite?] Skin 
Beautifier, externally, and CUTICURA [RENOLVENT?], the new Blood Purifier, 
internally, are infallible. 

CUTICURA REMEDIES are absolutely pure and the only infallible Blood Purifiers and 
Skin Beautifiers free from poisonous ingredients.

Sold everywhere. Price. CUTICURA, 50 c.; SOAP, 25c.; [REONLVENT?] $1. Prepared 
by the POTTER DRUG AND CHEMICAL Co., BOSTON, MASS.

Send for “How to Cure Skin Diseases.” 
BACK ACHE, [?] Pains Soreness and Weakness speedily cured by CUTICURA ANTI-
PAIN PLASTER. Warranted. 25c. 



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SCALDS AND BURNS should have prompt and proper care or they may prove very 
dangerous and perhaps FATAL. ACCIDENTS are constantly happening. A kick of a 
horse or cow may cause a bad bruise; the slip of an axe or knife may result in a serious 
cut. Any of these things may happen to one of YOUR family at any moment. Have you a 
bottle of PERRY DAVIS’ PAIN KILLER ready for use in such cases? It has no equal for 
the cure of scalds, burns, cuts, swellings, bruises, sprains, sores, insect bites &c. –All 
Druggists sell it. 


                       ARE YOU GOING TO THE 
                   MINNEAPOLIS EXPOSITION
                Which opens with Grand Ceremonies 
                 Monday, Aug. 23, and Closes Oct. 2.

You are invited to visit it by the Exposition Management, the City of Minneapolis, and 
the Railways of the Northwest, which make the Lowest Rate of Fare ever known for so 
long a period, in nearly every case Two Cents per Mile. No increase in the cost of board 
and lodging. A free directory of boarding places for the use of visitors. Only 25 cents 
admission to the Exposition and 10 cents to the Largest Art Gallery ever seen in the West, 
including the most complete collection of casts from the antique in the United States. 
Look at the dates on which railroads sell cheap tickets: August 22, 23, 24, 26, 30, 31; 
September 1, 2, 3, 4, 7, 9, 14, 16, 21, 23, 28, 30. All tickets good to return until the 
Monday following date of sale. 
                        THE MEXICAN BAND!
The Greatest Military Musical Organization in the World, left the City of Mexico 
Wednesday, August 11, and will arrive in Minneapolis several days before the Exposition 
opens, and can only be heard in the great Exposition Building after August 23. They will 
play nowhere else in the United States, and this is your only chance to hear them. The 
Great Exposition presents the opportunity of a life time. Do not miss it. It is better than a 
College! Better than a Museum! Better than an Industrial School! More to see, more to 
hear, more to be learned than in a year spent in continuous travel. Everything specially 
prepared for the convenience of visitors, who will find a multitude of skilled exhibitors 
from all countries ready and anxious to show and explain the mysteries of all arts, trades, 
and sciences. 
 If you want to know more about the Great Exposition, address “SECRETARY 
MINNEAPOLIS EXPOSITION, MINNEAPOLIS, MINN.,” for a full line of printed 
matter and a handsome photo-lithograph.

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 42 CORN EXCHANGE, MINNEAPOLIS.
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 MAIN BUILDING, 308X242 FEET.
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 ENTRIES FOR THE RACES CLOSE AUG 25. 
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TOWER’S [picture] FISH BRAND
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The Fish Brand Slicker is warranted waterproof, and will keep you dry in the hardest 
storm. The new POMMEL SLICKER is a perfect riding coat, and covers the entire saddle. 
Beware of imitations. None genuine without the “Fish Brand” trade-mark. Illustrated 
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A QUESTION ABOUT 
Brown’s Iron Bitters 
Answered. 
The question has probably been asked thousands of times, “How can Brown’s Iron 
Bitters cure everything?” Well, it doesn’t. But it does cure any disease for which a 
reputable physician would prescribe IRON. Physicians recognize Iron as the best 
restorative agent known to the profession, and inquiry of any leading chemical firm will 
substantiate the assertion that there are more preparations of iron than of any other 
substance used in medicine. This shows conclusively that iron is acknowledged to be the 
most important factor in successful medical practice. It is, however, a remarkable fact, 
that prior to the discovery of BROWN’S IRON BITTERS no perfectly satisfactory iron 
combination had ever been found. 
 BROWN’S IRON BITTERS does not injure the teeth, cause headache, or produce 
constipation—all other iron medicines do. BROWN’S IRON BITTERS cures Indigestion, 
Biliousness, Weakness, Dyspepsia, Malaria, Chills and Fevers, Tired Feeling, General 
Debility, Pain in the Side, Back or Limbs, Headache and [Neuralgia?]—for all these 
ailments Iron is prescribed daily. 
BROWN’S IRON BITTERS, however, does not cure in a minute. Like all other thorough 
medicines, it acts slowly. When taken by men the first symptom of benefit is renewed 
energy. The muscles then become firmer, the digestion improves, the bowels are active. 
In women the effect is usually more rapid and marked. The eyes begin at once to brighten; 
the skin clears up; healthy color comes to the cheeks; nervousness disappears; functional 
derangements become regular, and if a nursing mother, abundant sustenance is supplied 
for the child. Remember Brown’s Iron Bitters is the ONLY iron medicine that is not 
injurious. Physicians and Druggists recommend it. 
 The Genuine has Trade Mark and crossed red lines on wrapper. TAKE NO OTHER.

HARDY’S EYE BALM cures Sore Eyes
Druggists sell it; or by mail 25c of W.R. Penick, St. Joseph, Mo.

OPIUM Morphine Habit Cured in 10 to 20 days. No pay till Cured. Dr. J [STAPEEN?], 
Lebanon, Ohio. 

OPIUM and Morphine Habit Cured in 10 to [20?] days. Refer to 1000 patients cured in 
all parts. Dr. [Marah?], Quincy, Mich. 

PENSIONS procured. 15 years experience as Attorneys in Pensions and other Soldier 
Claims. C.M. Sites & Co., Washington, D. C. 

PATENTS R. S. & A. P. LACEY, Patent Attorneys Washington, D.C. Instructions and 
opinions as to patentability FREE. 17 years’ experience. 

OPIUM Habit, Quickly and Painlessly cured at home. Correspondence solicited and free 
trial of cure sent to honest investigators. THE HUMANE REMEDY COMPANY, 
Lafayette, Ind.

VISITORS To the great exposition be sure and call at the Big Boston Minneapolis for 
your FALL CLOTHING, FURNISHING GOODS, HATS, CAPS, FURS, &..&. OUR 
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 GOLD MEDAL PARIS EXPOSITION—1878. THE MOST PERFECT OF PENS. 

I CURE FITS!
 When I say cure I do not mean merely to stop them for a time and then have them return 
again. I mean a radical cure. I have made the disease of FITS, EPILEPSY or FALLING 
SICKNESS a life-long study. I warrant my remedy to cure the worst cases. Because 
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nothing for a trial, and I will cure you.
 Address Dr. H.G. [Root?], 183 Pearl St., New York.

$1000 REWARD  [Picture]
For any machine hulling and cleaning fit for market as much Clover Seed in ONE DAY 
as the VICTOR DOUBLE HULLER.
Illustrated circular mailed free. 
THE VICTOR has made $100 often in ONE DAY.
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HE PAYES the FREIGHT.
5 Ton Wagon Scales, Iron Levers, Steel Bearings, Brass
[?] Box for $60. Every size [?] For free price [?] mention this paper and address JONES 
OF BINGHAMTON, BINGHAMTOM, N.Y.

Piso’s Remedy for Catarrh is the Best, Easiest to Use, and Cheapest. Also good for Cold 
in the Head, Headache, Hay Fever, &c. 50 cents. 

FRAZER AXLE GREASE.
Best in the world. Get the genuine. Every package has our Trade-mark and is marked 
Frazer’s. SOLD EVERYWHERE.