The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1894-12-01
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SplenQ1Q romance OF Lalla Rookie
will remember Al-Mokanna. the
Yelled Prophet of Khorassan,
This parsonage flourished near the
middle of the second century of the
Hegira, or about the year A. D.
$50. He wore gilded mask or
veil to hide his face from his fol.
lowers. He gave as a reason for
wearing this veil that his face
shone with such brilliancy that if
mortal man beheld it they would
be struck with blindness. He had
a great many followers and at last
became so puffed up with conceit
that he arrogated to himself the
office and virtues of the Deity.
During all the period of his power
no man gazed upon his real fea-
lures. AT last the reigning Caliph
determined to be rid of him. He
finally drove the prophet to one of
his strongholds where he destroyed
him, together with many of his
followers. The prophet himself
leaped into the flames, perferring
death by burning, to capture and
ignominy. AS Moore relates the
the story, Al-Mokanna, after call
ing his followers dupes and fools,
raised his mask and displayed the
hideous features of skeleton with
but one eye, instead of the bright
effulgence they expected to see,
and with taunt ringing from his
tongue, cast himself iato a seeth-
ing caldron of fire.
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sTherc is a curious analogy be-
tween the Yelled Prophet of Khor-
assam and the Stuffed Prophet of
the White House. Mr.. Cleveland,
during. his first term of Office, wore
an impenetrable veil Those were
the days in which he was making a
reputation and no man gazed upon
his real makeup or OWNED what
lay hidden behind the mask. He
was hailed by his followers as the
saviour of his party, the invincible
leader before whom the powers of
darkness must necessarily quail.
His deluded following grew, in
spite of defeat, until ut attained
sufficient strength to place him
upon the pedestal the second time.
Then the political breezes began to
displace the mask and partially re-
veal what was hidden behind. The
people at last determined to be rid
Of him, or at least of his ideas.
The late election is the result. We
need anolhcr Moore to tell US how,
when every zephyr waited to the
White House bore with it presage
OF impending defeat, he taunted
his party with perfidy and dishonor
and arraigned them as dupes and
fools.
We are told that the wheel of
fortune is continually turning, and
he who is down to-day is on top to-
morrow, while he who is on top of
the wheel will tomorrow find him.
self beneath. An apt illustration
of this may be seen in the position.
which Mr.. Cleveland occupies to-
day. But a short time ago the
little band of resolute patriots in
the far off Sandwich Islands, who
had planted the standard of liberty
upon the ruins of a savage mon
archy, were trembling at the word
of the American potentate, not
Knowing at what moment Othey
might lose their heads. The wheel
has turned and those noble men,
bone of our bone and flesh of our
flesh, have received ringing en-
dorsement from their mother coun-
try, while their would-be destroyer
is under condemnatiod.
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The world progresses, although
now and then it seems to pause for
breathing spell. Each year we
are brought one step nearer to
solving the problem of universal
liberty. We hail the establishment
of republic in the Pacific Ocean.
Sometimes we think that memory
must surely be at fault when it
reminds us that anyone on Amer
ican soil ever opposed it. The
fact that an American president
ever tried to stifle the wall of an