The representative. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1893-1901, 1894-08-08
SOME HORRIBLE LYING.
GARBLING THE WORDS OF 9TH.
ERS.
seeking to Conceal the Miseries of
the People for Political
PURPOSES.


replied Plodding Pete. "a teller can't
go nowhere looking fur work nova
days without hevin' some offered
him. .''-Washington Star.
The illimitable capacity of the daily
press for lying is subject of contin-
ual astonishment to all honest men.
One reading the foregoing would
think that this was an era of univer-
sal prosperity and that none were idle
but the lazy; and yet everybody knows
it is not true.
Read the following from a recent is
sue of the St. Paul Globe.
The record of Minneapolis is one suicide
Gag. The unfortunate person who
quit the mundane sphere yesterday,
was Knut 2. Anderson, blacksmith,
aged 81. Desperate and despondent,
being unable to secure work and hav-
ing no money, he took desperate
method OF disposing of his life. With
small rope he hung himself to the
headboard of his bed, then laid down
on the mattress and rolled himself off.
The result was he Strangled in a short
time.
Anderson, for the past two months.
had lived with his son. Karl A. Ander,
son, in the basement of 1854 Nicollet
avenue. He came from Sioux Falls,
two months ago, where he had been
employed. Try as he might he could
get no work in this city. Two
weeks ago he went to Hastings, where
he hoped to secure something to do,
but failed. He had no money, and
was obliged to walk back. Last week
he walked to Hudson on the same er-
rand and tramped back home again,
thoroughly discouraged and almost
dead of fatigue. His son is without
work. and having large family it was
found exceedingly difficult to make
both ends meet, and the old man felt
himself burden. Yesterday he re-
ferred to his condition several times,
but the members of the family did
what they could to make him more
cheerful.
When dinner was over he repaired
to his bed room, presumably to take
his customary nap. 1t was about 80,
and no attention was paid to him, the
family being of the opinion he was
asleep. At $50 Mrs. Anderson re-
marked that the old gentleman slept
wake him. She opened the door of the
room, and found him hanging from
the headboard, dead. He was cold,
and Coroner Spring, who was notified
and viewed the remains, is of the
opinion he had been dead several
hours when Mrs. Anderson discovered
him. The body was taken to the
county morgpe.
Deceased has a wife, who lives in
Chicago. She is working woman.
and has been unable to live with her
husband owing to the hard times.
which left him without sufficient
money with which to support her.
But if this is not enough read the
following pitiful story from the Bos-
ton Arena:
On the night of the 2Sth of March.
1894, in little mortgage e-darkened
cottage on Olive street, in the city Of
Carthage, Mo-. a strong man looked
for the last time into the hungry eyes
of devoted wife and four little chill
dren. This mans name was John
Peterson. He belonged to the patient,
proud-spirited, taciturn and long.
enduring Scandinavian race. He pre-
ferred to suffer alone in silence rather
than beg. For twelve years he had
lived in the town Of Carthage, and the
reputation which he had made during
this long period was that Of a strictly
honest, honorable, steady, industrious
labOrer. His character was unblem-
ished. and, being skilful carpenter,
until last year he had found little diff
ficulty in securing employment.
With the panic, however, came ces-
sation Of steady work, and during
autumn, Notwithstanding his persist
ent and unremitting efforts to obtain
employment, he found little to do.
Since the early part of January he had
not been able to work, although he
had tramped from town to town beg
gng the privilege of earning enough
money to save his wife and four little
children-the youngest baby and the
eldest 'only ten years of age-from
starvation. Disappointment met him
at every town. On his home rested
one of those certain and unfailing
He had fallen in arrears 800, and ex-
pected soon to be exiled from his little
home through foreclosure. On the
night in question great conflict
surged in his breast. He had deter
mined to set out early on the follow
ing day on another tramp in search of
work. But his children had gone sup
PEERLESS to bed and he saw the effects
of slow starvation in the haggard face
of his wife. He was man of few
words. At length he said: II cannot
leave you and the children tomorrow
morning without anything to eat, and
/ am going to get something" In
vain his wife pleaded with him. saying
she would rather beg from door to
door-something which he understood
would be almost as terrible for her,
possessing that sturdy, independent
spirit of the Swedes, as for himself.
He shook his head and remained sill
ent. The clock struck 10-11-12. The
town was at rest. Then this indus
trious, Woodworking slave, who was
also loving father and devoted hus-
band, slipped quietly from his home.
He took no weapons of defense with
him.
Some time later policeman on his
rounds while flashing his dark lantern
into each store as he passed. beheld
man crouching behind counter In
grocery. Quickly rushing to the rear
of the building. he found window
had been raised fourteen inches. The
policeman called to the man to sur
render. but received no answer. He
then climbed into the store and start
ed after the man, who had taken
down a sack Of -four and filed a
bucket with some other provisions.
The man ran around the counters and
tried to get to the open window.
Finding this impossible unless he
could divert the attention of the police
man, he threw scale weight toward
him. The weight struck sack OF
flour and fell on the floor. The officer
| lodged and the man was enabled TO