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constitution of the United States and return to allegiance to the British crown. They have a progressive con stitution over there.
 But the tariff is again paramount. And why shouldn't it be so? The taxing power is the greatest attribute of SOW ereignty, and just taxation is the rich est fruit of statesmanship. A tariff is a tax on consumption, tribute levied on what the citizens must have Our tariff, laid for monopoly mainly, and for revenue incidentally, Is a hardship to the babe unborn and to the dead un- buried. for 1t taxes the swaddling clothes of the one and the shroud of the other; it reaches both the cradle and the coffin. The democratic party seeks to lift some of the taxes on what men consume and fix it on wealth, and 1t is a great pity that the Martin machine in Virginia was impotent to induce the legislature of that commonwealth to ratify the amendment authorizing an honest income tax.
 The most extraordinary phenomenon presented to the human understanding in the entire history of government among men is discovered in the drama enacted In the southern states after the surrender of the republican party when R. B. Hayes withdrew the regular army from it's de- grading and infamous duty of serving as a police force in the seeding states. Not
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HHE boy dreamed.
 And as he dreamed his face was
 lighted by the light that never was on and or sea--the light that never throws Ia s,adow
 When he awoke his face was stained ENesft that was sorely vexed: \ Ny dream! I have lost my pretty 3 fam!' 4 g. fl Ighat had he dreamed? Why, he had tln.ed of the grownup world and to 1t looked like a glittering pageant 1jh through the ever shifting kaleido- q Npe of his boyish vision. M l Nnd there were mirages lifting many fronded palm and turreted castles of fancy.
 In the land of the grownups he had shared in the tolls of men and had won Success and fame and a fair lady, and
 When he awoke it is not strange that he should have sobbed and cried:
 1T want my dream.'
 And the years came and swiftly slid away. What of the boyish dream?
 Why, many of the mirages were dis solved and the castles fallen to the ground, and the rivers of fancy had all most lost thetr tunnels in life's desert places.
 But some of the dreams came true. He won the things he longed for. and he saw the glittering pageantry of life, ! nd he won the fair lady and all that
 lost he wanted.
 v And even more than he dreamed he rFd-the plaudits of the crowd and M nored place.
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as the Louisville Courier-Journal I ge. the same odor-not of sanctity, An Eng fish reviewer of books gossips of the ignorance of the Tower orders" with the same obtuse bulldog attitude of soul as he, of course, bears toward the people of those blessed isles which he graces with his culture.
 Indeed, it is a fine battle that Is pro- gressing in England-a most fine and heartening battle, as though Cromwell and Rupert were at 1t once more. The principle at stake is none other than the right of the Mighty to govern the Mean. It is the Renaissance of totemism. For what is totemism? It Is the religion of the clan, of the family whose su- periority is the large fountain of family pride
 Concerning some forms of Christian herents would never be happy unless they were sure there was hell. The totemist of today could not be. happy unless he was sure that he belonged to a family, the darling of the gods. fore ordained to look down with complacency on the inferior persons of other fam flies. How deeply rooted Is this habit of racial pride! How sensitive is my lord de Smith lest 1t should be supposed he was of the same common clay with the Smiths! And then the Smiths would give almost anything to be able to write their name de Smith. and hence they have a way of naming their sons and daughters Daniel or David, Doris or De- borah, so that they can sign their names
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not understand. Exhibition of this power he traced to self willed notions of some cratic divinity.
 Therefore superstition.
 Therefore the consulting of sibyls and oracles by the ancient and. by the same token the patronage of palmists and for tune tellers by the moderns.
 If you merely hope for something TO turn up you are indulging in the vagar- ies of dreamland. If you rest on the hazard of mere chance you risk ruin.
 Facts rule events. If you fail do not rail at your luck. Blame yourself. If you, the captain on the deck of Des- tiny, run your vessel on the rocks. either it is the fault of your charts or your lack of seamanship. If you go adrift and without knowl- edge of navigation your bark must be- come a derelict
 Belief in luck ruins men. Belief in God, in self, in just and right eous laws, makes men.
 If you persist in depending upon signs" and peril your future on the jeopardy of speculation what may you expect?
 And note this:
 The man who risks his fortune on the turn of a wheel can have no reverent or trusting mind and no proper self re- spect, because he believes only in luck" and the god of luck will betray him,
 He is ignorant
 The wise man believes in natural causes and effects, natural laws and penalties.
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HEART TO HEART TALKS-By Ed,vn A. Wye

So many tender words and true
 We meant to say, dear love, to you;
 So many things we meant to do,
 But we forgot.
 Bernard Morton forgot to say and do the things he meant to do any say, and the shock of a great pity opened his eyes. And so must tenderness and gratitude open our blinded eyes
 Ever see a fullback make a run vita the ball?
 It is an exciting spectacle
 The fellow runs in the face of many odds and tremendous opposition, but
 He runs.
 He knows there is a bare chance, and he takes that chance. He knows that other fellows as snappy as spring steel will tackle him. He may be ripped or knocked off his feet, piled upon maybe, but
 He holds the ball and runs.
 See him dodge like a fox. Watch him twists and plunges hither and yon, but always, always with the hope of the touchdown before his eyes.
 He runs like a streak And if a. delft tackle or the momentum of his clinging foes plunges him down he plunges down running.
 Which is the way to win.
 It is the way to win a touchdown in football and the way to win success isl life.
 Life is 8 tremendous game in which you must run the race that Is set before you-a race wherein If you go down you must go down running.
 It is against odds.
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That was the first disappointment.
 Her crude literary productions, ped dled from one editorial room to an- other. were politely declined.
 As her money gave out her clothes grew shabby. Despite the mending and cleaning and pressing, her poverty was apparent, and she presented a pa thetc figure as she went about trying to find something to do.
 The managers would not even give her a job playing the piano in the cheap theatres unless she got better clothes.
 Better clothesl and her piano was mortgaged for every cent she could raise, and she owed much besides The poor thing tried being waitress at a cafe and broke down under the strain of the heavy trays She was i'll, half starved, but an honest girl. What would you?
 The climax of attempted suicide secured her a place in a restaurant, where she plays the piano.
 And this is true story.
 Why tell it?
 Because so many girls as i'll or less adapted to earn a living are pouring into the great cities. The city, with it's capacious nav, swallows their clean and innocent lives and then spews many of them out defled to the walking of the streets or to the slab of marble at the morgue.
 In Marion, O., the other day Bernard Norton began an action for divorce.
 His wife was in England.
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are numerous men who rail at the G. c. P. as the slave of the tariff barons while holding out the hat far largess to their own pet industries. If MT. Speaker Clark and MT. Chairman Un- derwood do not grapple with these. the democratic party will find leaders who will throttle them The democratic party entered into solemn covenant with the country last November. Is it to be repudiated? We shall see. A move ment Is on foot to that end, and its leaders are confident of success.
 There is much talk about Progress sive democrats" I have little patience with that sort of cant. Plain democrat Is good enough for me without the flounces and furbelows of the latitud
 inarians. The penitent thief on the cross was very good Christian and that man who holds to the teachings of Jefferson and Tilden Is good enough democrat for all desirable purposes. What Is needd is a reform of men, not progression of principles. The fath- CTS gave us a representative republic, partly national and partly federal, and If the people can only be persuaded to be true to it nothing else is necessary. The democratic party never lost a bat tie when it was democratic, and it new CT gained one when it followed false prophets who proclaimed false gods. If Wo are to have a progressive" govern ment,. the first step is to abolish the
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SOME HORSES ' HAVE KNOWN-By Dr. w. E.

her while holding a polished tin bucket in his hand. The bucket alarmed her ard she shied. This was repeated a num- her of times. She was in a strange coun- try and had not become acquainted with her new master, and, perhaps. had never seen such a bright bucket before. Some allowance should have been made for her, but Mir. Blank lost control of his temper He tore -he saddle from her. ripped off the bridle. leaving only the halter on her. He then tied the bucket to the end of the halterstrap and violently started the poor creature across the field. She was like Byrons Tartar of the Ukraine breed" in Mazepra. Away, and yet away she wildly fled like the wind, flercely snorting her curses on her tor mentor, but helpless. Now and then the bucket would strike an old corn row and bound into the air, falling upon her back, then coming into contact with rock or hard earth 1t would recoil and strike her legs and Hanks. On and on the poor thing fled in her frenzy, her magnificent eyes nearly bursting with terror.
 Within two days they found her Shs was standing at fance angle in n swamp. trembling like a leaf with her breast and foreshoulders covered with foam. and the cruel bucket still tied to
 
 to the stable; but she was not worth dime to Mir Blank nor to his planta- ton from that time. If he came near she was afraid of his shadow. If she heard the rattle of a tin bucket she would try to run. So she was done with her cruel master, and he was done with her. They despised each other
 I had never repented my trade; and now, having heard the sad story of poor Netties wrongs, I was happy that she had fallen into my hands. ''r know p-~- cisely what to do with her." I said; and I did. My parish required that make long journeys with her. and I determined that she should come to like mo and trust herself with me. and to know ,me as her friend In order that she might become familiar with my voice. would talk a great deal to her as we travelled the long lonesome roads. If the buggy ran over a piece of tin I would simply rein her In and talk to her. For months I treated her in this fashion. The out come of 1t all was that Nettie became the gentlest horse in the community. [ trusted her to take my wife and chill dren anywhere, and knew that she would faithfully bring them home. even shouli they have tin buckets in tlfe buggy. We were true friends for many years, Net tie and l, and spent many happy hours together on the roads of old Virginia, at wayside springs. or resting in the shad- ows of great oaks through whose leafage the soft winds made rustling music. or down at the foot of hills In the shade, where she would stand in the cool wa ters of brooks. whose rippliNg stream would eddy and circle around her white hoofs while she nbbled tender. damp grass. O, it was Arcadia. A book. a buggy, fine horse. the music of ths brook mingling with the rustfing of the leaves in the old oaks! An automobile is. not to be mentioned on the same day with these.
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noblest horses that l nave ever seen Physically he was perfect There was not a blemish on him. He was dark bay and beautifully dappled. He held his head proudly, and at times had the appearance of the proverbial warhorse; but he was the incarnation of kindness and gentleness. He was pet on the premises, the servants and his master feeding him on sugar, apples and cakes. As long as I owned him, he never wore binders or a check rein. He was fine roadster. and fine under the saddle. He knew everybody on the place. This splendid creature was suddenly taken ill, and removed to a hospital. Never was a horse more tenderly cared. His beauty and gentleness won the sym pathy of all who saw him. Said the doctor, That horse is more like a human being than any that I've ever had here.' His ailment grew worse. The last time I saw him he could hard ly raise his head, but when I spoke to him he tried to do so; the effort, how ever, was slow and painful. I knelt by his side in the soft clean straw, and. putting my arms about his beautiful neck, which was no longer arched. patted the silent dying sufferer. and with tears in my eyes, I said. Good Dyos Wc we uOHc dii tHdt !" c could for you; you've been a faithful servant and friend; good bye" I never saw Frank after his death.
 Years ago, when I had charge of a country parish in Virginia. I held week day services often. On one of these occasions as I drove up to the church, I saw a strange horse tied to a tree. I stood looking at her when her owner, whom I knew well, came up. immediately said, m give you my horse for yours; you know my horse and have never seen this one before.
 He exclaimed, "It's a bargain" After church services he drove off with the horse that had been mine, while hitched up the horse that had been his.
 had not gone far with my new horse. whom I named Nette. before found that she was the most nervous creature that had ever seen. If the buggy rolled over piece of old tin she would have a spasm of alarm and try to run, but I never lost confidence in her. knew that horse of her physical characteristics could not have a mean nature. She was finely formed, carried her neck in Q graceful bow. and was closely even stock fly built Her eyes were like globes of brilliant topaz; the farmer called them Cinnamon eyes, They were full of bril- liant light, usually: but at the sound Of the wheels running uver tin Nettie's eyes assumed a look of despair. could not understand her: therefore, when I went again into the neighborhood of her former master I asked friend of mine. What Is the matter with the horse that got from MT. Blank?' Has no one told your" he asked. "No,' replied. He then related the following facts:
 Nettie had been brought from Ken lucky to Richmond. Va.. where MT. Blank bought her. only a few days before I traded for her. He drove her from Rich mond to his home. The next day. or n few days thereafter, he tried to mount
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Great souls have ever appreciated this fact; little ones, who think the horse only brute and without mind and af- lection, never learn this truth and fact It is not a sign of littleness to love the humble creatures that serve us so faithfully for the greatest of men have condescended to love their horses. Some years after old "Traveler" died, General Robert E. Lee wrote a sketch of his faithful horses life, merits and adventures MT Theodore Roosevelt, in his Outdoor Pastimes of an Amer ican Hunter" tells us of his horses, and says, "Of course, there are no pets like horses
 I believe that nearly all horses are of kindly disposition naturally. If we find one stubborn, untractable, and vicious, as we some times do, we may conclude, as safe general propo- sition, that his training was com mitted to harsh, unkind teacher. The qualities of the horse. oftener than otherwise. reflect the qualities ,sof the man that first had charge of him. It is well known to people who understand the horse, that. a harsh word will in crease the number of his pulse-beats at once; and that cruelty of treatment will accelerate his heart-beats until they become violent throbs. This is especially noticeable if the horse be naturally nervous and high strung. Should the reader desire, he may test the matter for himself by placing his ear over the heart of the horse. "Where'll I find the heart?" I'll tell you: Stand on the left hand side of the horse; with your finger trace a line at the point where the left fore- lzr~ At. lat 1,ox ascend about six or eight inches in a straight line; then draw. your hand back to a point between the third and fourth ribs; place your ear at this point, and you may hear the thump of the heart.
 But to return: The horse being nat urally kind in disposition, he responds to kindness as he does to nothing else. The lash and brutal f1ogging can never make of the animal what kindness can. The most exaspirating creature in the world is tbe baulking horse. But even this wretched trait is not always the fault of the horse. Behind this provok- ing trick is the man that handled him In his training: and the poor creature must bear the punishment of the sins Of his trainer. If he baulks he is whipped. clubbed and shown no mercy, but none of these things move him. Horsemen will tell you that cruelty will not cure the evil. But many times kindness and patience will.
 in a distant city I once came upon a baulking horse. He had baulked with the utmost stubbornness. A crowd had gathered, for the baulker had been standing pat for long time. Th3 angry driver a negro. was belaboring the poor creature with vicious cuts and blows and all without effect There stood the horse, not even wincing and having 10 disposition to move an inch. He seemed to say. its brute against brute,' and Hay on, Macduff." Stepping hastily to a fruit stand, l bought few apples.
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then ran into the street and comma nded the driver to stop fogging the horse. Hs looked at me with astonishment as did the crowd. I took the rein near the bit with one hand and with. the other smoothed the horses face and head, talk Ing to him kindly and betting him. Then I gave him the apples I had bought. This was followed by more kind talk, every word of which he understood. then said to the driver, "Go ahead" Did the horse go? Why, of course he did He forgot all about the baulking business in thinking of apples and kind ness.
 The clements that constitute the intel ligence of the horse are difficult of anai- ysis. I have been trying to comprehend equine psychology for years, but I do not understand it yet. To me, the horse appears to reason very little, not near so much as does the dog. He has. how ever, good memory, which at once re- spends to the suggestions of association even after the lapse of many years. The old roads and pathways that he trod in the long ago, upon revisiting his old haunts, are still familiar to him, and he will follow them without a movement of the reins. He also, has great affec- tion and love. His manner of expressing his love is more limited than that of the dog, but his eyes assuming genuine gentleness, tell what he feels, while he rubs his head in kindly manner against his masters coat and hands, My horse noses my pockets, rlls out my driving gloves and bites off my coat buttons. have but to go to the back gallery and call him and he will leave even his oats to come to me; and, should I turn to 50 into the house, he tries to follow.
 Furthermore, horses have a sense of -lumor. You may see this Illustrated in the open field, and sometimes under the saddle. I have noticed my horses many times when they were full of fun and wanted to play some prank upon me. But men always fancy that an illustra- tion of humor Is viciousness, and, there fore, whip all humor out of the poor creature. Often, if the horse could speak his mind I doubt not he would say, Don't whip me; can't you take joker Carlyle in his Frederick the Great says, "He plays rough pranks and has big horse-laugh." What he thus says of a man, I have observed in horses. Some years ago there appeared in Harpers Monthly a most philosophical article on the subject, "The Humor of the Horse" I wish I had saved the paper, that l might quote from it now.
 The horse is a creature of habit and of routine conduct To do thing few times means to him that he is to do that thing always and he seems never to forget. Where he stopped yesterday, he would stop today. We grow impa- tient at this, but in reality. the horse thinks he is doing us a kind service and that we want him to do as he has done. said that horses remember their old habits. I give a curious illustration spf the fact. v"
 I knew an old horse in Virginia whose carly life had been spent in the circus business, but, as he was advancing in
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f<n EwARE of false prophets, IN which come to you in sheeps E A clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves.
 "Ye shall know them by their fuits, DO men gather grapes of sthorns, or figs of thistles?"
 T $ Grover Cleveland said on like q aasion, This is a time for plain | king" Is the cause of just and con S i4ltional tariff taxation again to be Frustrated by chicane on the part of it's \ efnies and blunder on the part Of US
 ids? Perhaps not; but why Is the
 ,b put in ward of the wolf?
 hen Napoleon the Great hurried i m a victorious campaign in Spain
 confront on the Danube fourth 1lition of northern Europe, conjured i, ainst him by the British cabinet, he II ,und his forces dispersed by his chief 'a staff, Buthier, to whom he wrote: aWnat you have done appears so Strange that if were not sure of your devotion I should think you were be- traying me. Davoust is at this mo- si,' ent more completely at the disposal
 the Archduke than of myself"
 And when the Payne-Aldrich tariff
 as matching the Sixty-first Con- sress, Senator Thomas S. Martin, a . ormanite of the straightest sect. was the disposal of Nelson w. Aldrich