The representative. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1893-1901, 1897-10-20
the 26 MURDERS.
Just and Reasonable Views of an
Eastern Literary JOurnal-A Pow
erful Article.

I reprint from The Journal a sketch
of the massacre at HazletOn, which
seems more faithfully than anything
else within reach to measure the true
proportions of the tragedy and to re-
fleet it's profound lesson. 1t is not
nearly so sad to have the barbaric on
slaught as TO HAVE 1T FOLLOWED
BY SO LITTLE PROTEST. It indi-
Gates a low condition of public ana
human consciousness. Man is COM
PEELED to play long second to property
The mine is worth more than the min
er The rights of property are sacred
beyond revision by gods or men. The
rights of life can be nullified by any
chance sheriff or any race thirsting
crowd of coward deputies. Even the
highwayman will be satisfied with rob-
berry when your hands are up and he
knows you have no weapon with which
to menace him. But IN INDUSTRY
SURRENDER is NO PROTECTION
Here was a case in which armed met
unarmed, in which no violence was
offered, in which in fact most of the
many who were shot were shot in
flight, in the back. If murder has
meaning here was murder. If laWess-
ness ever went forth in daylight it
flashed from the barrels of those rifles.
Is there conscience enough in Penn
sylvania to redress so murGerous
grievance? This is the day of the
poor Hun, when to be without money
is a crime, when accidents of birth
count for everything and worth is a
creature of dole. AMERICA, BE-
QUEATHED TO LIBERTY, is IN
PAWN TO THE LYNCHER AND THE
DEPUTY. Luzerne has fired a shot
heard round the world. The embat-
tied farmers at Lexington bridge faced
armed an armed soldiery. The miners
In Luzerne unarmed met men thrice
potent for butchery. But the wanton
shot, the coward transgression, IN
VOKED FOR FORGOTTEN LIBER-
TIES FRESH CONSIDERATION.
l should have thought that men and
blame of this sacrifice as not to have
been able to keep it's telltale signs
from their lips. On the Sunday morn
ing that brought to us, IN the big city.
the details of the dark encounter. I
stood by the door of a fashionable
church, supposedly dedicated to the
precepts and the spirit of Jesus. The
comfortable worshipers filed in, sat
upon cushions in reserved pews and
listened to a sermon on the brother
hood of man! Within nearest memory
was the record of a great public wrong.
Not word of that not practical
word of any moment graphing defln-
1tely with a living problem. Only the
brass of the old glittering generalities.
Be virtuous and you will be happy.
Honesty is the best policy. Be We per-
feet even as your heavenly father is
perfect.
THINK YOU JESUS WAS SHOT
OUT OF THE W1NCHESTERS OF
THE HAZLETON DEPUTIES? Or was
he aligned with the protesting crowd
Of half-clad, half-fed men who had
risen under the smart Of a wound and
had died with the smart unhealed? I
make merry with my rents and divi-
dends. Do 1 know that l am dancing
upon graves? 1 would that I might go
back day, reload the rifles, keep the
dread bullets unspent.
THE PULPIT DARES NOT TO
SPEAK. THE GREAT DAILIES ARE
SHEAFED WITH THEIR MASTERS
FORTUNES. But there are voices left.
These are requiem voices whose chant
Is for the living rather than the dead.
II you who kill those who protest
against being starved may not bring
the dead back to life, what may you
do to atone for your unruly passion?
You who came out defenders of the
law broke it. Is this quick-step of
magistertal intemperance to soil and
embrute all paths of social advance?-
Philadelphia Conservator.