The Forrest City times., 1890-11-29

whose only business Is to deal in the cir culating medium of the country arc per mitted to increase or decrease the Quand- ty as they please, they have the advantage over the laboring and producing classes. When farmers are in debt, and money an the time growing scarcer, there is no hcpc but to sacrifice their homes for much less than their real value. Large tracts of land are being obtained by spectators in this way, and held at moderate prices This tempts rich foreigners to invest large sums of money here They are willing to wait for tho time when they can realize good profits on their investments, while in the meantime they secure q good income by leasing their lands to tenants"
 "fou seem familiar with the important topics of your country" l said.
 Yes, sir" he replied, ''I am member of the Farmers Alliance Club; that keeps us posted on all that concerns us as farm s."
 Then you are opposed to foreigners coming here and buying landss" I asked.
 "I am. We have no lands for people who only care to bieed usl'' he said vehe- mently. Any man that wants home and will come her and 1.-Two on the lands he buys, am ready to welcome"
 You have large land monopolies among your own people," said.
 We have, am sorry to say. But our motto should be, No American land mon opoly, either foreigner domestic!"
 CHAPTER xIII.-TENANTRY IN AMERICA.
 The day following the one on which the duke finished his purchase he said to me
 Now, Waverland, we will visit Lord Sanders estate nd see how his tenants feel on the landlord subiect''
 "To which of hls estates shall we gos" asked
 ITO the nearest one It will only take Q few hours to reach Il"
 The morning was bright gentle shower had fallen in the night. Every. thing seemed rejoicing in the warm sun shine. We passed out from the buzz and hustle of the noisy city into the calm, cool air of the country. We saw large herds of horses and cattle lazily feeding in great pastures, under the shade of oak, elm and maple trees We passed through country that lay before us like an immense map marked of by different shades of green, vast corn fields with their deep rich green, wheat and oat fields shaded to bright tint On, on we sped, past large farm houses surrounded by orchards full of growing fruit, great red barns that told oi care and comfort, towering wind mills that could rival the imaginary giants of Don Quixote, full corn cribs laden with the golden cars, past villages full of busi- ness, fine churches, large school houses, cozy dwellings and substantial stores. Commerce, culture, society and religion all iaI fnr fr, f., ba needs and industry of man.
 Then came change-little rough shan. ties, straw barns. and rail cribs without, corn.
 We entered little tumblo+lown village without church or school-house There, the conductor told us, was the place our tickets called for.
 Are we still in Amerieaf" asked. This seems more like Ireland and c ten. ant village"
 ''lt is tenant village" said the duke, as we walked from the steps of the old, rickety depot.
 Can 1t be that tenantry has been so long in America as to have caused its loathsome form 10 cover this fair landf''
 Now, Waverland, l did not come to hear you preach. came to see the chan ces of success with American tenants. :" said the duke, as we crossed to a little. low, wooden shanty with one window. 3 door and n hole in the roof for the stove pipe to pass through The duke knocked at the door and woman about thirty opened it. l was surprised at the neat ap pearance of the interior of the cabin. The ceiling and the walls of the room had been papcred with newspapers and looked clean. The woman was bright, intelligent look ing, and neat In a simple gown. She had been washing and little boy was putting cobs, picked from the pig pen, into tho stove to make the kettle boil A bed in one corner of the room looked neat and clean. There were three or four shelves. made by q running cord through small holes in each side of the boards and held in place by knot on the under side. full of books. I saw Emerson's prose works, Dickens stories, Uncle Toms Cabin" and good many other good friends in that little rough shanty. When we had taken the seats she had offered us, two old wooden chairs, which. with rough deal table, completed the inventory of the household furniture, the duke asked.
 Are you living on one of Lord Sanders farms'"
 ''Yes. sir" said the woman. we rent from his agent"