The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-08-02
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The Democratic party of Kansas has
some principles, but more principals.
Kansas does nothing by halves. Even
the rain this year has not been mist.
Prosperity is in sight. when the Kansas
farmer prefers the wheat corner to the
grocery corner.
Our Kansas farmer dresses his scare
crows better than the Missouri farmer
dresses himself.
Sam Wood brought the first printing
press into Kansas and the Democratic
party never forgaye him.
1t is said that it has been only by the
most earnest protestations of his friends
that Judge Mckay has been kept from
issuing a manifesto.
An Alliance orator told one of his audi
ences recently that 1.-The rights Of the user
were always catamount to those OF the
owner" A good deal of wildcat state
ment about that.
Aneighbor asked ex-senator ingalls, the
other day where he really stood In poll
tics. LET me see,'' said ingalls,. tapping
his forehead with his foretinger, did L
write my Manhattan Nationalist letter be-
fore my Boston interview or not!"
Mrs. Lease recently declared to an audi
ence that every power was being brought
to bear to ruin the Alliance and II the
party was to endure, there must be no
twaddling. Let US be men" she cried.
But she never did quite make out why
they all smiled.
A mild-mannered little man came into a
Wichita hotel the other day and took his
seat in the dining room. He was very de-
vout. That was quite clear. His black,
clerical vest, his bent form, his large, sad
ewes and his manner of softly laying his
open palm on the table cloth denoted the
deepest piety. He gave his order in a
deep, mournful key. and when the waiter
asked the usual supplementary lnterroga-
ton, How will you have your steak,
sah?" he answered in the same quiet way:
Matthew 25:2L"
'How's that, sah?" asked the waiter,
bending over.
Matthew 2521," said the guest, with
greater piety than ever.
The waiter stood dumbfounded, then
recovered himself sufficiently to get to the
kitchen and relate the circumstances to
the cook The cook was perplexed. He
sent to the office for the clerk. The clerk
came and after taking peep at the guest,
said he was quoting from the Bible. The
clerk asked the cock if he didn't have a
Bible. The cook said he didn't, but he
supposed the clerk did The clerk went TO
the elevator boy. Maybe he had one. But
he was snug in a corner, deeply absorbed
in "Tipsy Tim, the Texan" with no
thought Of Bible. They tackled the por-
ter. He thought his mother had one, but
she lived at the other end of town. They
sought the proprietor of the hotel. He re-
membered indistinctly of lending his Bible
to some one. Finally they asked the
chambermaid if she knew anything about
a Bible Happily she remembered seeing
one under the short leg of table in one OF
the guests rooms. She was sent up to
borrow it. When she came back and
after they hadfumbled through the Old
Testament for some minutes, they found
the twenty first verse OF the twenty-hfth
chapter of Matthew, and read:
"Well done, good and faithful servant"
The devout stranger got his steak pre-
pared that way, but they charged him %
cents extra for the meal.
A ragged, merry-faced fellow came
shutting down Kansas country road re-
Gently, with his dilapidated hat on the
back of his head and his lips rounded into
a tuneful whistle. Presently he drew
near to a little shanty by the roadside and
ambled up to a shabby man with a very
red nose and very watery eyes, seated on
the doorstep, whom he accosted in this
wise:
Good evening. he said, 'been over to
the Alliance meeting this afternoou' You
couldn't hand me out a bite of bread,
could YEP"
Nav" said the surly man not looking
up and pulling his hat over his eyes. Il
amt no Alliance man and I won't hand
you out no bread"
"Of course" calculated the tramp,
you're no Alliance man. You're Re
publican. can always pick out Repub-
lican farmer; neat house, big barn, fat
horses. good wagons-of course you're not
al Alliance mau. But am famished for
cup of coffee.
Nav" said the man more sullen than
ever; Il amt no Republican neither, and
l amt got no coffee for you"
You don't mean to tell me that you are
Democrat, do your" asked the tramp.
''Do smell boiled cabbage"
NO. l amt Democrat" said the blear-
eyed man, "and you don't smell boiled
cabbage, and if you did you wouldn't get
any"
The vagabond grasped the mans reluct-
ant hand eagerly. Stranger" he
cried, you are man after
my own hearst; untrammeled by
partisan prejudice. l don't belong to
any party myself Come now, you must
drink with me"
So saying the tramp produced a whisky
flask. which the red-nosed man on the
doorstep raised TO his lips and all but
emptied it; and, as be hungrily watched 1t
disappear in the tramp's pocket said;
well; now that you acted square with
me. don't mind telling you what party
belong to-"
so you do belong TO a party do you''
asked the tramp. somewhat taken back
"Yes. Stree; I'm a ST. John prohibit
tionist.'
THE ATTEMPT TO KILL MR. BLAINE.