Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1895-12-28
A DESPERATE REVENGE.
The Silver Statesman Was Too Much for
the Burglar.

The Silver Statosmnn Was Too Much Tor
the Burglar.
It was an inclement night, but the
gloomy looking man who stood in the
doorway of the little town hall and
looked out at the pelting rain did not
blame it entirely on the weather.
The gloomy-loolSing man was Web
ster Shulks, leading citizen and prom
inent debater of cambridge township.
He had come to Spiketown, pursuant
Ito announcement, to deliver an address
on "The Crime of '73," and only three
persons had turned out, one of them
being the janitor of the building.
The other two had heard the orator
once or twice already.
It was decided to postpone the meet
ing. The lights were put out and Mr..
iShukks, buttoning his overcoat about
him, turned up his collar, and pulling
his hat brim down all around, went
forth into the storm.
Oppressed by the burden of an un-
spoken speech, he wandered nimlessly
about the little town for hours, regard
less of the rain that soaked his gar
ments and the mud that spattered and
stopped as he wended his devious and
uncertain way through streets whose
broad sidewalks and well-built cross
ings were yet in the future. Bitter
thoughts of the apathy of the people
he had come to enlighten surged
through his mind, and ut times he felt
IN almost Irresistible impulse to let
them slide on to their ruin without
making any further effort to save them.
Finding himself at last opposite the
village hotel, where he had engaged
lodgings for the night, he went in.
Climbing the stairs softly, in order not
to disturb the slumbers of the other
guests, he proceeded to his room.
Through the partly opened door he
saw man slipping quietly about with
n dim lantern in his hand.
Webster Shulsks grasped his heavy
cane firmly, slipped noiselessly inside
shut the door behind him and spoke in
a low tone:
stop right where you are! If you
make a single movement I'll brain
you'll"
Taken by surprise, the intruder
threw up his hands
Now, you scoundrel," said the
statesman of Bainbridge township
with the same, low, tense utterance
-I don't know who you are or where
you come from, but know what YOU'RE
prowling about my room for. You are
here to steal something!"
"I-T'-began the baflled burglar.
"There is nothing you need say" in
terrupted Webster Shultks, with 6
CLEAN of vengeance in his eye. "Oper
your head again and I'll drive you dowr
through the floor! Listen to me. We
have met this evening, my fellow-citi
zens, to consider as calmly as we car
the great crime committed against th'
people of this country in the year 1877;
ut the bidding of an organization com
posed of few London and New Sorl
bankers-a crime so dastardly, so fiend
ish, so monstrous in it's conception ant
heartless in it's execution that human
ity may well stand appalled, at the mer
contemplation of it! Let us go back u
the beginning! In 1902, my tellow-citi
zens, congress passed mint and coin
age law by which gold and silver, whei
coined, were declared to be the primar.
money of the republic. The unit o
value was the silver dollar of 3712
grains of pure, or 416 grains of stand
ard, silver. The legal ratio was de
clared in this act to be, until otherwis
provided for, fifteen to one. 1t wa
enacted that any person could tax
either of the two metals to the min
and have them coined into money, FIRE
of ell charge. In it's sovereign CT
pacity, fellow-citizcns, the founders O
this great country laid down the broa
principle of the free coinage of si
YER"
There was hoarse, gurgling SOUND
and the hopeless villain, who had bee
standing in corner of the room wit
his hands above his head, sank in
heap to the floor.
Nature had come to his relief. II
had fainted.-Chicago Tribune.