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The record-union., 1899-07-28

Mr.. Bryan is shifting ballast In
his Chicago speech the other day he an
nounced that the United States should
assure the Filipinos Of independence,
but that we should maintain protec-
torate over them to insure their free
dom from assault from the outside.
That would not be difficult, but what
about assaults from within? According
to all reputable accounts the few Fill
pinos in arms are hated so cordially
by the many of the tribes not in arms,
that attempted domination by the
former would mean internecine war,
or worse-anarchy- sss ss
No, Mr.. Bryan, that position will not
do. You are for retention OF the
Philippines or YOU are opposed Come
straight out Of the woods.
The record-union., 1899-07-28
sIxTY-FoUR AND NINETY-NINE

General Otis may be the incompetent
he is charged with being, since it is
possible for any man to prove dis
appointment. We are neither his cham
pion nor his accuser We are content
to believe that the time for judging
him has not arrived, nor are the facts
sufficient of a trustworthy character
before the people to- justify judgment
against him.
But the assault of the day recalls the
days of 1864, when the Democracy. now
claimed by Mr.: Bryan to be his
particular possession, was resolving
that the then war was failure. 1t
was in the preceding year the battle
of Gettysburg had been fought-really y
the decisive battle Of the war. In that
year the army of Northern Virginia
had been driven from the north, vicks-
burg had faileE in 1863, and the be-
ginning OF the end had appeared. Yet
in that same year, the Democratic
party. preparing just as it is now for
a campaign, resolved, that after four
years of failure to restore the Union by
the experiment of war .theseffort was
a failure. and that meanwhile "the
Constitution had been disregarded in
every part, and public and private
liberty and private right alike trodden
down, and the material prosperity of
the country essentially impaired" and
that Justice, humanity, liberty and the
public welfare demand etc, etc. So
to-day it is as it was in 1864, the op-
ponents of the Administration are
bowling, and the howl of 80 is an echo
Of the howl of '64.
By the way, is it not odd that Chair
man DENLY, Professor Schurman and
others of the Philippine Commission
should report, despite the yellow CORE
spondents, that Otis has things well
in hand, and as SOON as the rainy sea-
son is over will be able to end things
up very quickly?
The record-union., 1899-07-28
I'm THE SUPERIOR COURT OF THE
County of Sacramento, State Of Cali

I'm THE SUPERIOR COURT OF THE
County of Sacramento. State Of Cali
fornia.
In the matter of the estate Of FRAN
CTS cox, deceased.
Notice is hereby given that FRIDAY,
the 2Sth day of July, 1899, at 10 o'clock a.
n. of said day; and the Courtroom Of said
Court, at the Court House, in the City of
Sacramento, County of Sacramento, and
State of California, has been appointed as
the time and place for proving; the, will
hearing the application Of julius Ever
son, for the issuance to him Of letters
thereon.
court this Eth III day Of fJG July n1 iss saio
(SealD w. B. HAMILTON, Clerk.
BY B. Fl. Gallup, Deputy Clerk,
Hiram W. Johnson and Peter ]. Shields,
Attorneys for Petitioner
Endorsed: Filed July 18th, 1899.
w. b. HAMILTON, Clerk,
BY B. H. Gallup, Deputy. jy17-12t
The record-union., 1899-07-28
STATE FAIR PRIVILEGES.

BIDs WILL BE RECEIVED BY THE
State Agricultural Society for the Bet
ting Privileges, the Program Privileges
and the State Fair Daily for the State
Fair of 1899, at the Secretary's office, in
Sacramento, at any time before SATUR-
Bids for the betting privilege are to be as
. whole. ,Bookmaking and auction sys-
TENS will be required for each days rae
ing, and two Paris Mutual boxes must
bidders percentage on both the Auction
and Paris Mutual not to exceed 5 per
cent A certified check covering 25 per
cent of the amount offered must ac-
company each bid. Remainder payable
September I'd, 1899. The. right is reserved
to reject amy or all bids.
A. B. SPRECKELS, President.
Peter J.. Shields, Secretary. jy25-7t
The record-union., 1899-07-28

Portland Oregonian That Alaska is
a great producing country has
been fully demonstrated; but that gold
mining must be carried on there under
great peculiar difficulties, that require
special adaptation of energy and re-
sources. to the work, has been also
demonstrated. The rush thither is
over. and its record is practically made
up. Old men and feeble men, and men
without resources, will not be found
in any considerable numbers hereafter
among those who Join the ranks of
Alaskan gold hunters. Yet men who
have. fully informed; themselves upon
the conditions. requirements and op-
The record-union., 1899-07-28
HOTEL cAPrroLa.
CAPITOlA.

THE SEASIDE RESORT OF CEN
trail California, four miles east Of Santa
Cruz Surf bathing. Hot salt water
baths. Boating. Fishing. Shady walks.
rates Address FRANK NJ. SMITH, Capt.
tola, Cal. For rent Of cottages. or camp
grounds. address F. REANIER, Capitola
ticket. good for 60 days, $3.50. Ask your
local railroad agent for Summer Excur-
sion Rate Ticket to Monterey Bay Points
The record-union., 1899-07-28

1.-The wickless oil stove made by the
Standard Lighting Company burns
gasoline with perfect safety, Holbrook,
Mergill AN daStets H. S221 j street.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1899-12-28

like a livin', lovin' thing to Jim-had
moved into little old untidy frowsy
house with bowed in roof and anglin'
shutters, in a part of the town where
self-respectin' folks didn't generally
try to get. And Jim knew, and we all
knew that he and the rest of us and a
lot more had built Joe's house in the
park, and that every nail in it if it
was counted a dozen times, wouldn't
count up as many ner tenth as many
as the tears shed fer its putin up!
We callated that one of us had hand
ed enough hard earned money over his
counter to pay for the grand stairway,
every inch of which was the premium
work of an artist and a man as made
grand stairways for Twin and never
botched, and l reckoned, jist maxim
rough, unfigurin' estimate, that l had
traded enough with Joe one time and
another to as much, or may be more,
than pay for the plate glass windows,
not mentionin' the stained ones, that
looked like flower beds set into his
walls, with wreaths and roses and
young children and blue sky and grass
and things. And there was my wife
and youngsters at home-if such
place as we had finally got to could be
called home-with the windows filled
with old quilts and cushions and not
enough in the cupboard to eat to much
more than prevent them from goin' to
bed hungry. And this was New Years
night! 1t wasn't cheerful, CLOWN
outlook, no odds how perseverin' one
tried to be chirk gleeful over it.
Hank Harmon remarked as he took
his place at the table, with his back
agin the door to prevent anyone from
droppin' in unexpected, that likewise.
maxim a rough, uneducated callation,
he he'd helped Joe Howard in the build
in of his mansion, as the newspaper
called Joe's house-quite a consider
able, even to the pinchin' of his fam
lily for provisions and clothin'. Hank
callated he had done as much toward
the house, as the putin in of the
plumbing - pipin' = chandeliers, with
the furnace throwed in for fair meas
ure and good feelin'. And speakin' of
the furnace, Hank happened to recol-
lect that there wasn't stick of wood
or pound of coal in his house. and
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1899-12-28

dren to hear, too-that I, like our
friend who has jist left us, will never
touch another drop of Intoxicating
liquor so long as live" And he
picked up his hat and went away.
And me and Hank was left alone.
But Cameron hadn't much more than
shut the door, when Hank, as owned
the shop, kicked the box out from
under him and come nigh to upsettin'
the infirm old table and while he put
on his ragged overcoat, kind of care
less remarked-only anyone that
knowed Hank would have known that
he was in solemn, awful earnest-that
it didn't look neighborly nor civil to
leave company like this, but he
guessed-no, I'll be damned if l.
guess-(Hank wasn't a swearin' man
never he said, know must do as
Jim Green and Jim Cameron have
done, and with God to help me and
God and you, William Wren, to, be my
witnesses, I, Henry Harmon, will never
drink another drop of intoxicating
liquor so long as live. And the rick
ETY. old door dragged back to its place
and he was gone, and alone.
There was but one decent. manly
thing left for me to do, and by this
time it was the only thing 1 wanted
to do and standing up with only God
for WITHSTAND He was enough
promised as the other boys had prom
Used, and then, with a thread of
prayer that would tangle itself with my
other thoughts, 1 took the jug and
smashed it upon the anvil.
While it come to us unexpected that
we should begin new and decent life
-jist like a message from God, almost,
it was put upon US to help ourselves,
jist all that was possible. God stood
clost by us, though, and was always in
reach when we most needed Him. It
was hard won victory, but we won it.
In conclusion" as they say in story
books, it is only fair to mention that
Jim Cameron and his wife have pos
session once more Of their stone dog
and geraniums, and Jim Green lives
with them, and there is another baby
in the, house whose name is James G..
Cameron. There are no blankets in
the windows Of my home today, and
Hank Harmon is as happy and pros
porous as a decent. hard-workin' Cod
fearin' man can we'll be. and in every
one Of our homes there was New Years
dinners today. that makes my mouth
water to even think Of now.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1899-12-28
TT The 81 el. ,s 1see Of a man was
storv Just n,,, .hen eE.the ledge of fifth

eoa Inc e,,l olaekent face of a man was
seen Just then ersthe ledge Of a nth
story window. THE firemen in the
street were run ling up ladder The
lace disappeared and an instant later
the man could be seen again through
the smoke letting himself out over the
ledge. AS he swung, out the crowd
co.. could see he held v9man, The peo-
pie below thought he 'intended to drop
TO the pavement and cry of warning
was raised from a thousand threats.
The man let himself down from the
lecge holding the woman with his left
arm, while the fingers of his right
nand ciutched the window ledge above
they could then see it was a fireman
lie had swung down into the perilous
position to enable the woman to get
some fresh air lest she die of suffo-
cation. Before his strength failed him
inc top rung of the ladder was under
MS feet, and. refusing aid, he de-
scended to the ground with his bur.
den.
Maggie" He whisperAd the name
this time. as he held her clssped tightly
in his arms.
lie alone heard what she WHISPERED
to him, for the air was still ringing
with the cheers Of the people who were
acclalmlng him.-Chicago Tribune.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1899-12-28

CLUTCHED THE. WINDOW-LEDGE.
in her place when Phelim knew about
It, BY way of other accidents he often
happened by the big building just as
Maggie was leaving at the end of her
days work. If they were lovers, no
one ever heard them say so. If they
ever sighed for each other when they
always seemed care free and uncon-
eerned whenever he met her, though
If he were to, confess it that required
more heroism than scaling the great
extension ladders in the face of the
leaping flames. Maggie always tried
to seem as if she would just as soon
meet many another whenever she met
him, but the effort cost her many a
secret little cry after she had got
home.
One day Phelim was sitting silent
in the engine house thinking of what
he would say to her some day. When
he had it all thought out his. heart be-
gan to- quake with; fear at the idea that
she might tell him there was another
for whom she cared far more. He sat
there racking his mind with these con-
flicting thoughts when a 'still' alarm
came clicking in. He sprang to his
place counting the strokes as they
came over the ticker: The first num-
Der was four and the. second figure of
the box number sounded one, two,
three, four and then it stopped.
Forty -four he, murmured, and
knit his brows as the truck went dash
ing down Dearborn street That's
Wabash and Monroe. If there were
a fire there-but no, it isn't there"
The truck roared down Dearborn
street and turned in Monroe and drew
up at Wabash avenue. A cloud of
smoke rolling. above the big buildings
told his trained eye where the fire was
burning. He sprang from the truck
and rushed toward it. AS he reached
the front of it the flames burst from
the windows. He met some men and
women as they rushed out of the
building and asked them if they
thought everybody was out. They
said they believed they were.
''Are they all off the fifth ffoor?" he
asked.
Eyes. I'm from the fifth floor" ex-
claimed young woman excitedly;
mo, no, where's Maggie?"
Without waiting to hear more Phe-
linn ran into the building. A man at
the door yelled to him to come back.
but he disappeared in the smoke.
The people in the street were
watching the windows with anxious
eyes. Word was running through the
crowd that girl had been burned to
death and that a fireman who had gone
10 her rescue had also pertshed,
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1899-12-28
SMITH is AN OPERA FACTORY.
Composer Never Rests and Accomplishes
Much.

Composer Never Rests and Accomplished
Much.
Writing a play or comic opera ia
looked upon by many people as diff
cult task If the result of their labors
is an enormous success it is considered
an achievement worthy of note This
being the case; consider Harry B.
Smith, the most prolific concocter OF
musical performances that ever lived,
and what he has done and is doing.
Since his first work some dozen years
ago the number of comic operas he has
turned out is almost beyond belief, but
some idea can be gained from the fact
that this season at least dozen OF
his works, are being played "to wonder
full business" and probably five or six
more will emanate' from his pen before
the season is fully finished. How he
does it all is incomprehensible, espe-
cially as he never appears to be busy,
but is seen at all times of the day and
night about town. Il want a comic
opera" says the star. IAN right" re-
plies Mr. Smith. You may have it to-
morrow night, as far as my work is
concerned" And the promise is kept.
From that time on all the star has to
worry about are the composer of the;
music. the makers of scenery and cos
tunes. Before the opera has been pro-
duced Mr.. Smith has written four, or
five more. His capacity for work is
marvellous.
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1899-12-28
set c;@se to the edge Of the table by

SCI CASso " S0e eUSe Or tue t2ple o.
me.
Jist then, jim Green began to cry
And it WASN'T a drunk, msudlin
swashy cry that makes one tired, but
great, man, heart-breakin'-hear
full cry, not loud nor noisy, but low
and heavy with bitterness and ree
morse and the useless wishin's that
you hadn't done some things. And
while Jim cried we all looked away
and kinder above each others heads
and l sneaked my cup of whisky from
the table and emptied it without maxi
In any splashin' in the pail where
Hank tempers his boss Shoes After
spell, Jim got where he could speak,
and we was all willin' he should have
the floor He said he didn't know how
many houses he had helped to build,
but expected he had done his share,
but he did know, with sad certainty
of one heart he had broken by his
hayward wicked ways. Jim didn't
say whose heart it was, but we all
knew it was his mothers. And she
had died alone and neglected jist a
year ago. So many things happen just
year ago! Then Jim begun again.
Che could talk like his father 1 sus-
pect and said that while he knew he
had killed the one who loved him best
and the one that he loved best in the
world, killed her with cruel shame and:
sorrow-with Gods help he was re-
solved to make her glad in heaven to-
night, that he would never touch an
other drop of liquor as long as he
lived
There was stiffness for time and
the edges of the old blanket tapped
like big, ragged evil wings and the
uncorked jug sent out smell that put
one In mind Of venomous snakes and
close by danger, while the smutty,
creacked lamp flared up and then al
most went out as if even that little
puny, crippled light was ashamed Of
Its company. Pretty soon, Jim Cam
eron pulled his legs out from under
the trembling table, and Strengthening
himself up as best he could, bein' so
tall and standin' as he did right under
the caves of Hanks, shop-said, Boys,
have a notion that amounts to dead
certainty, that my wife and 1 will
move back to our old home before long.
We are both homesick for the grass
and geraniums and big trees in the
front yard, and the stone dog on the
door step, and the little room where
| our babies died. I think we shall go
back pretty soon, because you see with
Gods help and God for witness and
Hank Harmon and my neighbor, Will
liam Wren, for witnesses, now sol
EMMY promise-with my dead chill
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1899-12-28
FIJI HITTING FOR LOVE.

For rtaA y years Phelim O'Leary wa
With truck No. in the engine house
in Cottage 8. "ove avenue, near Tween.
ty-sixth street. and if he had his way
about it he won Id not have gone to
another engine no use, even if it were
an advancement, but his reason for
this was not given to his companions.
Wnen he was boy over in st. Cece-
las parish he knew Maggie brennan.
She was such a little ship of girl
them. but at that she had a pair OF big
dark gray eyes that used to sat Phehm
to dreaming, though he knew not why.
AS the, years would have it Phellm'
grew up until he was as tall as any
man on the fire department and as ac-
tive as any and he knew as, much about
the duties of fire fighter as almost
any, and, as he wanted to be a fireman,
it was only natural that he became
one. There were other reasons fef that,
too. Once he heard Maggie brennan
say she thought firemen were so brave
and so grand and he was simply living
out his ambition to: please her. When
the Drennans moved into Twenty sixth
street and he was stationed with truck
No. he was happy, for now and then
he saw her as she passed the engine
house.
At the big fire in the Kenawbash
flats Phelim O'Leary was the fireman
who traversed Intel ledge at the
sixth story, going from window to Win
dow carrying fainting woman in his
arms through the flames until he
reached the fire escape and brought
her down in safety Marshal Koran
said he was a natural born fireman
and the next week secured his trans
fer to truck IS, with promotion.
But Phelim O'Leary was lonely
there He could sit at the door of
the engine house all day and never
see or hope to see sight of the little
girl with the big dark gray eyes, who
didn't mind having him walk a part
of the way and talk with her. This
little girl had grown to be young
woman. Her father had died. The
worldly affairs of the family were
found to be in such shape that Maggie
must help. So she became a stenog-
rapher and found employment in one
of the big buildings in Wabash ave-
nue..
1t may have been by accident or it
may not, but she was scarcely installed
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1899-12-28
A NEW YEARS. STORY.
BY S. B. McManus.

I want to tell you this New Years
night, what happened jist year ago
In Hank Harmon's blacksmith shop.
'Tain't much to tell, nor over much for
an outsider to harken to, but it means
a mighty sight to me and the boys,
an l, for one, jist like to think OF 1t
an talk it over and kind of hug ana
embrace the words, expressln' it as II
were, and hold the sentences like a
tbitter sweet morsel under my tongue.
My strength don't in any wise lay in
relatin' things and incidents, and it
will be good precaullon, when warn
you not to break in into me and ac-
cordingly interrupt NE, for it will take
fine-haired and top sawyer work to
make my story look as if it had any
sense or meanin' at all, except to me
and the boys as understand it COM
plete.
Jist a year ago tonight we met in
Hank Harmons blacksmith shop to
celebrate the day by gettin' so para
lyzin drunk, that we could disremem-
Der the miserable homes We had
sneaked away frum and the heart
broken and down-lookin' wives and
children we had left in them. We hung
q boss blanket over the biggest cracks
in the sides after Hank had fastened
the door, and then we was in shapeful
condition to guzzle and pour down
our red-hot, thirsty threats, jist as
much of Joe Towards red-hot, pizen-
hot whisky as we could manage to get
with our tremblin' hands, to our weak,
waterin', disgraced mouths. After this,
we know what would most likely hap
pen, judgin' of course by what had
happened before-we would fall over
amongst the cinders and boss hoof
jealins and old wagon tires and drag
teeth and scrap iron, where we would
sleep like hogs-hogs as had lost their
self-respeet-until the cold and the
uncomfortableness would wake and
sober us enough to crawl home to our
wretched houses, which we would
make wretcheder and miserabler by
our comm.
:. We talked of this tonight, and we all
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1899-12-28
WOES OF a TICKET SELLER.
Reasons Why He Thinks Traveller Ar.

neaSonS why He Thinks Travellers Are
Apt to- Ee Careless or Cranky.
From the Bloomington Pantagraph:
DO you ever have any troubles9s
asked Bloomington ticket seller of
reporter. The cause of his question
was that a few minutes before he had
sold couple of ladies tickets to a
nearby village. In short time up
came a long lank, ungainly country
man and bought two tickets for the
same village He walked directly over
to the ladies who had already prr-
chased tickets, and after a half min
utes' conversation. rushed back to the
ticket window and demanded the re-
turn of his money. There was blood
in his eye, and he told the ticket man
what his opinion of him was. and it
was not tlattering. He also informed
the ticket seller that it was the duty
of the ticket seller to have told him
that the ladies had purchased tickets
His money was refunded. Another case
happened short time ago, when
Western congressman was on his way
through this city. He was riding on
western Union pass, and. by the
way, If there are any impertinent pas
sengers they are some Of those who
ride on passes. While his train was
standing at the depot he rushed into
the station and wanted the operator
to send telegram for him. Just at
the time he came in the agent was
tn
when a man is giving train orders he
is not supposed to do anything else.
He courteoisly informed the congress-
man that he would wait on him in
moment, knowing that the man had
plenty of time before the train left.
The fellow was impatient, and when
the agent went to take his message
he explained that he was giving the
conductor orders and could do nothing
else. The congressman let out an oath
and said he didn't look as though he
could attend to one thing at time,
let alone trying to do two. His Ian
guage was decorated around the edges
with swear words that would have been
the envy of Texas ranger. One other
incident occurred when the late w. H.
H. Adams was president of the Wes-
leyan University. Mr.. Adams came to
the depot to get ticket He had
clergyman's permit and of course the
ticket was half price. AS it happened
an angular farmer wanted to go to
the same place and got to the window
in time to see what the minister paid
for his ticket, and when the agent
asked the farmer twice as much as he
did Mr.. Adams the former made
dreadful howl. The agent pleasantly
explained that the other gentleman had
purchased minister's ticket. We'll.
give me minister's ticket, too, then
A minister's ticket is good enough for
me-
Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1899-12-28
PUT THE Hoss BLANKET UP.

PUT THE HOSS BLANKET UP.
remembered everything that was done
and said, as If it was writ on the black
walls of the shop with white heat run
min iron from the forge, and we all
agreed too, never to try to disremem-
Der that night-the night when God or
some Of his shinin', holy angels come
down to us and shamed us into bein
decent, sober, Christ-lovin' men.
There is recollections," Jim Cam
,eron said. that alters ought to be
recollected and kept like a blazin' torch
du front of us. Some Of them fer
safety sake and some fer shame sake. :"
and Jim furthermore said we ought to