Telegram-herald., 1891-02-14

promptly Tor we are on the eve or q
frightful eonyulsi0n
/ asked him what in particular seemed
- be going wrong with the system Of
things.
Come and sit down." he said, "and
I'll put the situation before you. Then
do you write cut the truth as give il 20
you, and the editor will red pencil il
and blue pencil 10, and IL you are paid
On space You won't get enough out OF il
70 buy a cup Of coffee. There Is only
one step that could bring about genu-
inc editorial reform, and that Is the abo-
lition Of editors"
The hotel parlors were crowded, but
S6e Citizen found two chairs by a win
low overlooking broadway. Here we
spoke In low tOnos like two conspir-
stors. and couple Of lovers wondered
a. Us. and an old gentleman frowned
over his newspaper. A baby tumbled
into the Citizens hat beside him on the
floor. and the Citizen patted her head
and said:
by psychic power I see tie coming
dest rue.!on; feel myself drawn into il
a. into the great melstrom off the
coast OF Norway. l hear voices; they
call: Train. Train
'~rhe other night went 20 the Old
Guard ball 1t was beautiful. beauti-
ful, with the lights and the uniforms
and the dresses; but saw cOrpses and
tomb-stones and skulls. l could give
you the names OF three hundred men
who are about 10 die. bot il wouldn't
be fair 20 shock them by announcing
the fact prematurely."
; Here the small girl held up gayly
dressed dou. Eyes, it's pretty" anl
Train pulled her curls and smiled.
1.-Two sorts of storms seemed getting
confused. sought for phrase TO ask IL
kept him informed of the progress and
present whereabouts OF the social hur-
ricsne.
Tho earth trembles before it, The
small girl sat down with momentum.
Train lifted her and gave her his hand
% hold by--"That furry in Wall street
last November was the first breath of
the gale, that and the troubles of the
Ba-ing Brothers. II blew over, says
everybody, and the skies are now clear;
but the quiet IS the hush before the
cyclone"
"what has bred the galc7'
''Our greed Of money, our perversion
OF our appetites and passions. We have
wrecked human nature. There isn't
living man or woman who is sound"
asked how the social couvulsion
would begin.
"You know how IL Is in theater?"
Train took from an inside pocket the
familiar long black pocket-book. and
from this the familiar pencil end folded
paper aud began % clear up his text
with some Of his characteristic illustra-
tious. Herr. and ne drew a small
and irregular circle. "are the people in
the boxes. Do they understand or know
any thing about the people IN the gal
Ieries2 They think themselves quite
separate order Of beings. Here" and
he drew another small circle at some
distance, are the people in
the galleries. Do they un-
dsrstand OF know any thing ~
about the box people? ~
Nothing. one SAYS, could
ever bring The two sets to- 80
gether Let n little street HH oo""'
Arab shout fire. Now here" and he
added a small rectanxls ia the corner Of
his drawing. rs the door. There is a
grand rush. and gallery and box peo-
ple s~rs we'll mixed there.
DO You understand the little ale
rury2 P-ple viii wake some fine
morning within few weeks and End
that jay Gould hasn't a penny and the
STANDARD OIL Company is IN The dirt and
Carnegie has bis bre sd % beg and there
isn't drT-gcods house or mill or fac
tory that can psv ten cents on The dol
lar There's great building going up
yonder. seven stories high. the money
that built its all rnne. eaten up. drunk
up; nobody really has any thing You'll
be as rich as the Vsnderhilts or Astors
tomorrow or the day after. for there's
nothing for sny of yoa- All bubbles,
buhblesf"
'Aed thsn9'
Anarchy"
The Citizen said e s~eetlv. Pencil
in hand. be had quite regain~d his com
pcSure. "Blood9" emnlsted bis
calm
II sec what Is coming. but am not
ernS.rained % reveal"
And after snarchvs'