The Philipsburg mail. [volume] (Philipsburg, Mont.) 1887-current, 1895-03-07
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# CURRENT COMMENT.
"A terrible story is that which comes
from a lonely district in the northwest.
A family in a farmhouse was attacked
with smallpox. Eight of them-mother
and seven children--were down with
the scourge at once, leaving only the
father to nurse them. The neighbors
heard of the trouble, and not one of
them would go near. They We're 50
panic stricken that they We're deaf and
dumb to all the dictates of mercy. A
chance visitor who happened in at the
house found three children dead the
mother and four other children very ill,
and the husband and father himself
nursing them all alone, surrounded by
his dead and dying.
1t sounds like a tale from the London
plague time instead of true incident
in the nineteenth century in one of the
most enlightened countries. Life is not
worth having at the price that man S
neighbors paid for it. Here was battle
for common humanity to be fought.
Those neighbors shirked it cowardly, as
the soldier who fees to the rear and
hides behind a log when the bullets be-
gin to whiz Any true man or woman
Of them would have gone and done his
or her Christian duty regardless Of con-
sequences. 1t is a notable fact that only
in the rarest cases is the nurse or ply.
sician attacked with contagious disease.
Life is seldom lost by the one who takes
it in his hand and goes bravely into the
midst Of infection and does as he would
be done by. A spell Of protection seems
somehow to be over him. Shame on the
miserable towards who lost their heads
and left a family to die alone!
The most glorious discovery of the
nineteenth century is the bicycle. 1t
brings health, joy, inspiration. Mount
ed on it a man can beat the fastesWhorse
that ever galloped, paced or trotted.
The lone, dusty footman trudges along
enjoying the beauties Of nature and
firing himself out for the day in a tramp
Of 10 or 10 miles The bicyclist flies
along enjoying the beauties of nature,
making his 60 miles day, and is ready
for dance at night. The bicycle does
not make corns, spread the feet out like
those of a Sudanese or wear out shoes.
It dispels the blues and black care. It
gives the person who is master of it
sense of power and freedom that nothing
else can. His lungs fill with the free
air. The very mastery over the wheel
gives him mastery over his own
nerves, bones and muscles that makes
gymnast of him. He feels courageous,
hopeful, full Of spirit # -.=. =
The bicycle is slowly transforming our
country into land of good roads. It
is Transforming our ladies from delicate,
timid, helpless creatures into women
strong, brave aud splendid, like the
blue eyed, golden haired Teutonic ma
irons Tacitus writes about, white armed
and sturdy limbed women who could
tramp with their warriors mile for mile.
1t is making mankind aware after CEN
turies that tho female sex really have
feet and are going to use them. 1t will
do more to develop and emancipate
women physically than any other one
agency has done in 500 years. Glorious
is the reign Of the bicycle
A Dutchman, Professor Crocu Of
Brussels, has been studying anarchists.
He finds that, as a rule, they spring
from the middle classes, not from the
very poorest. Anarchists who murder
are of such temperament and skull for
nation that they are really moral luna
tics They are peculiarly susceptible to
outside influences, influences which, in
Professor Crooq's Judgment, seem to be
floating in the air. In times of violent
political excitement they are Influenced
by the Incorporate language Of writers
and orators of the time, and they go off
their heads and kill. These orators and
writers discuss schemes of destruction;
the anarchist crank goes and executes
them. Tie persons who promulgate the
destructive ideas are, therefore, in Pro-
lessor Crocq's Judgment, the ones re-
sponsible for tho numbering anarchist
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