The representative. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1893-1901, 1894-03-21

UIdU ilc udu Ucou CIldFSou 10 per Ccu u
for money. That is bad, but l can
discount that. In the fall of 1891,
John Thompson, of Renville, Minn.,
borrowed of the Yellow Medicine Co.
Bank of Cratic Falls, Minn., 500 due
in one year, he gave his note for 800,
and received $84. When the year was
up, Mr.. Thompson, could not pay and
he gave them new note for 500,
due in fall OF 1893, and paid the bank
SIT interest in advance. In the fall
Of 1893, Thompson could not pay, so
he gave new note for the 800, and
they added $25 to it for interest to
the fall of 1894, making the last note
1925. They told him if he would pay
them $40 in cash they would carry
him another year,-that is, till '94,-
but if he could not pay cash they
would have to charge him $25, and so
it went. These notes, of course,
chattel mortgage.
So you will see that Mr.. Thompson,
will pay $58 for the use of $84 for
three years.
Now, if it would not be asking too
much. would like to have your opin-
ion as to whether or not the bank has
not laid itself liable under the law,
and forfeited both principal and in
tereSt?
Transactions of this kind are COM
mon in this vicinity.
You may publish this if you wish
in the REPRESENTATIVE. | was a
Signer on the note with Thompson,
so | know what | am talking about.
HANS G. VEIN.
Clearly the bank cannot collect the
note
We want our friends everywhere to
give us the facts as to similar gross
invasions Of the rights of citizens.
A man has no more right to violate
the law, as to usury, than he has to
violate the law as to larceny or mur-
der We have plenty of good lawyers,
like Mr.. Kane, who will defend
against these claims for a reasonable
compensation. Let the daylight in
to them One bank in southwestern
Minnesota has suits pending against
it for $4O,0O for usurious loans. Give
it to 'em. They have set out to
plunder the people by taking advan-
tage of their terrible necessities.
They might just as we'll have put a
gun to their heads, and said ''your
money or your lifer' Id. :
James &. Clark's Great Poem.
We would call the attention of our
readers to the following admirable
poem from the pen of the great poet
of the new revolution, James G..
Clark. of California. Posterity will
assign to him a place, in connection
with our mighty struggle, similar to
that which Whittier holds toward
the moral earthquake of 1S60.-IGNA-
THUS DONNELLY.
FREEDOMS REVEILLE.*
The time has passed for idle rest:
Columbia, from your slumber rise
Replace the shield upon your breast,
And cast the veil from off your eyes,
And view your torn and stricken fold
By prowling wolves made desolate-
Your honor sold for alien gold
By traitors in your halls OF state.
Our mothers wiring their fettered hands !;
The Lion rObs them of their lands.
The Eagle guards them to betray;
Shall they who kill through craft and
Receive brand less black than Gains?
Shall paid 'procurers of the deed
Still revel in their Judas gains?
o daughter of the matchless Sire.
Whose valor made your name sublime,
Whose spirit; like living, fire.
Lights up the battlementS of Time
| The Worlds sad heart. with pleading
moan,
Breaks at your feet-as breaks the main,
In ceaSeleSs prayer from zone to zone
And shall it plead and break in vain?
Fling Off that garb Of golden lace
That knaveS have spun to mask your
And let the lightning from your face
Clean out upon the gathering storm
That awful face whose silent look
Swept DER the ancient thrones of kings,
And Ike the bolts of Sinai shook
The base of fOld-established things.
The promise of anage to be
Has touched with gold the mountain
It's viii te fleets plow the morning sea,
Its flag the morning star has kissed.
But still the martyred ones Of fyore.
Whom tyrants to the scaffold led
TranSfgured now fOrevermOre-
Remind us of the ages dead,
And ask: How long, Q Lord How long
And Christ the God be crowned in song
While Christ the Man is crucified?
How long shall MammOn's tOnge of fraud
At Freedoms Prophets wag in sport,
While chartered murder stalks abroad,
Approved by Senate. Church. and
COurt?"
The strife shall not forever last
'TwiXt cunning Wrong and passive
Truth
The blighting demon of the Past,
Chained to the beauteous form of
Youth
The Truth shall rise. it's bonds shall
break.
It's day with clouldless glory burn,
The Right with Might from slumbe wake,
And the dead Past to dust return.
The long night wanes: the stars wax dim !;
The Young Day looks through bars of
Blood
The air throbs with the breath of Him
Whose Pulse was in the Red-Sea flood;
And fianked by mountains. right and left,
The people stand-a doubling horde
Before them heave the tides uncleft.
Behind them flashes PhariO's sword.
But 10! the living God controls,
And marks the bounds. of slavery's