The herald., 1896-11-01

ever ask yourself the question? Where
do the millions come from that are every
year flowing into the Golfers of the 1000
millionaires of this country? They do
not come from England-the stream Of
wealth between here and England is
flowing the other way. Where, then.
does it come from? Well, presume you
know, but 1 will tell you. The greater
part of it is dug up and plowed up from
the soil by the 100000 farmers or this
country. A large part is created by the
1900. 900 mechanics who work up the raw
materials, and another large part is dug
from the mine and washed out of the
sand by the 100000 miners, but it all
comes from the earth, and it takes work
to get it. How much of it is actually
produced by the 1000 rillionaires and
$4,000 bankers of the country? And yet
these 10000 bankers and 1000 million
aires, or about 33. 600 men, have dictated
the financial policy Of this government
and they are determined to continue
to do so. I have no doubt they have
done 1t because they love the working
man, and because they want him to
have nothing but an honest dollar for his
days work The question now seems to
be, how long can we stand this kind
of love? I'll tell you what I think.
believe the millionaires do love the
workingman. There can be no doubt of
it. They have abundantly proved 1t by
their acts I believe it is the same kind
of love We have for the lamb which we
raise for the shambles. When the lamb
is fat and his fleece is fine, then he is
ready for the slaughter. A few years
ago the farmers and mechanics and la
boring men were prosperous. Money
was plenty; new enterprises were start
ed The country was developed at
marvellous rate, and a large indebted
ness was incurred. The fleece had'grown
upon the back of the unsuspecting far
mer. and the time had come for the
shearing. Then did the wolves in sleeps
clothing set about making the money
dearer in which these obligations must
be paid; and they took the fleece, little
by little, clip here and a clip there,
until there is nothing left but the car
cass. Do they intend to take that? Do
they? Haven't they fastened upon us
system which is taking the very bread
of life out of the~nouths of the workers
of the world? Oh, yes; they love them
to death! I found in my scrap-b book the
other day two or three little verses,
which I would like to read to you. They
are written by woman, Mrs. s. M,
Smith:
THE NINETY AND NINE
There are ninety and nine that live and die
In want and hunger and cold,
That one may revel In luxury
And be Tapped in its silken fold;
The ninety and nine in the novels bare
Inc oHe III pdldce WITH rlcneS rare.
They toll in the field. the ninety and nine,
For the fruits of our mother earth;
They dig and delve in the dusky mine,
And bring its treasures forth,
And the wealth released by the sturdy
blows
To the hands of the one forever flows.
From the sweat of their brows the desert
blooms,
And before them the forest falls:
Their labor has bulded humble homes,
And cities with lofty halls:
And the one owns city homes and lands,
And the ninety and nine have empty
hands.
I am glad there has been one man
nominated for a great office who is not
afraid to tell the people the truth about
these things. He has declared war upon
the great combinations which are op-
pressing the people, and we we'll know
that they will show him no quarter But
his cause, which is our cause, is bound
to win. Whether he is elected this time
or not, this movement will go on to GER