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Burlington Hawk Eye (Newspaper) - February 16, 1890, Burlington, Iowa THE BURLINGTON HAWK-EYE. Established: June, 1819.] BURLINGTON, IOWA, SUNDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 16, 1&90.--EIGHT PAGES. [Price: 15 Cents per Week. MORAL TOPICS DISCUSSED BT THE THHOD&HOOT THE (MITRY. PRESS A Few Figures on Sabbath Observance —Church Polity—To-Day’s Sunday School Lesson-The Ministry of John-Religious News. I ‘ Can we not believe,” asks one of the (Presbyterian) Evangelist’s correspondents, “that the blood of Christ aviled for Socrates, Plato, Epictetus, and millions more whom the confession has doomed to everlasting death?” The Observer, of St. Louis, observes some suprising facts in the case of the Cumberland Presbyterians. “Out of 2,680 churches.” it s'*ys, “only 215 have service every Sabbath, and 564 have no regular preaching. Out of 1,595 ministers, 720 give all their time to the preaching of the Word. Not the one-half of either churches or preachers do anything in the work of missions.” A correspondent of the Christian Advocate (Methodist) asks: “What shall be done with a member of our church who will get under the influence of liquor, but always seems under the influence of the Holy Spirit when at church?” The Advocate replies: “A man who gets drunk is not under the influence of the Holy Spirit. The probability is be gets drunk and seems full of the Holy Spirit, aDdhas the ‘grand sensibility/ and takes on the character of the place he is in. Put him under discipline. That will test him. So long as his case is overlooked he will be drunk and pious.” Not long ogo a little Protestant Episcopal church was dedicated in Whittier, Cal. The dear old poet and saint whose name the town bears wrote: I see the good in all denominations, and hope that all will be represented in the settlement; *    *    *    diligent in business and serving the Lord, not wast ing strength and vitality in spasmodic emotions, not relying on creed and dogma, but upon faithful obedience to the voice of God in the soul. I see your town is spoken of as an orthodox Qukea-coloDy. I hope there will be no sectarian fence about Whittier, but that good men irrespective of their creeds will find a home there. Nothing would be worse for it than to have the idea get abroad that anything like intolerance and selfrighteousness was its foundation. “A clergyman in a southern town, says the American Missionary, “who is connected with families of groat influence, and who ministers to a large white church, is accustomed to preach every afternoon in a colored church under the care of this association. Ile usually repeats to the colored church the sermon preached in the forenoon to his own peo pie, and finds that those who hear it in the afternoon appreciate it fully. The two remarkable facts in this incident are that the gentleman should consent to do this gratuitous labor for the colored church, aud that the colored church should understand aud appreciate the sermon prepared for the cultured white congregation.” Of the Rev. Thomas M. Joiner, tho clergyman recently mobbed, wounded, and driven from his home and pastoral charge by members of the “superior race” in North Carolina, the Christian Advocate says: For three years—1880 83—he was the presiding elder of the western district, tho largest in the territory and the poorest in membership and means in the Conference. His wife teaches the colored women to read, sew, and keep house-a genuine home mission work without pay. He teaches his co lored brethren business principle* and ethics, and is dear to those whom he servos He is hated for his work’s sake by those who are determined to repress the progress of the Africa-Amencan. Mr. Joiner is not a meddler in other men’s mattera. He does not stir up strife, nor incite the negroes to riot or revenge. He preaches and practises patience and endurance. Some of the Associated Press dispatches deny his very existence. The editor of this papei knows him personally, and has met him in his travels in the interior of North Carolina. No more causeless outrage was ever perpetrated. ding to one another, he would infer that they had come together simply to meet earthly neighbors and acquaintances. The singing would puzzle him. Four well (or ill) assorted voices, singly and then unitedly wrestling with some syllable, whether English or Hebrew he could not tell, would plainly have supplanted the young men and maidens, old men afd children/ who used to praise the name cf the Lord. Critical Listening is evidently counted worship among these moderns. When the minister rose to pray, only here and there would a head be bowed. The audience would stare at him open-eyed. Highly wrought rhetorical figures and crisp aph orisms would be apt to form the staple of this exercise. He would hear it described as ‘eloquent.’ The sermon would interest him, both by the novelty of the text and the strangeness of application. Sharp and witty sentences would abound in it, eliciting a smile now and then, or even a cheer if striking patly and heavily some favorite folly or custom. Or it might chance to be a profound philosophical treatise, till Rant might as well have criticised ‘Pure Reason’ before the unenlightened company who think the ordinary collegiate titular symbols quite too few to label properly so masterly an intellect. Then comes the dismissal, welcomed as a rare chance for friend to meet friend, and interchange opinions as to the excellence of the entertainment. There has been frequent mention of the divine name in song and prayer and homily There may have been many ‘Hallelujahs’ and some ‘Amens’ on the lips of choir and congregation, but the whole service has not indicated any strong sense of mortal need or aspiration for holy lives. Self complacency has been everywhere prominent, llan would seem very skillfully to have stolen the attention professedly given lie Maker. Our visitor would be ready to say with the famous critic of his time, The fire of the altar is quenched, or it sends forth nothing but smoke of mushrooms and unpleasant gums.’ ” 8QYEBH0R LARRABEE^ REMARK OH THE PROHIBITORY LAW. A Review of the Legislation on the Subject—License Discussed — Tile Benefits of the Prohibitory Law Set Forth. From the Biennial Message of Governor Larrabee. THE MINISTRY OF JOHN. IG, The Bullalo Christian Advocate (Meth.) says: “With all its drawbacks there is no system of church polity that works so well as the itinerant.) Every church, no matter how weak, is cared for, and every minister, no matter how humble his talents may be. is supplied with a pulpit. Clergymen of other denominations recog nize the advantages of our system and occasionally speak highly in its praise Tho Rev. Dr T. L. Cuyler of the Lafayette Avenue Presbyterian Church, Brooklyn, in writing on Cruelty to Ministers/ aays. ‘The Methodist system works rather hardly on the brilliant few by ar bitrarily removing them from a congenial field of usefulness. But it works most advantageously for the average minister; he cannot be turned adrift at the whim of a congregation, and if he is not acceptable in one charge, the Con for once assigns him next year to another. He is always sure of a home and of bread for his wife ard children. It is in our venerable, cultured, powerful and orthodox Presbyterian Church that a faithful minister of Jesus Christ is often left literally “out in the cold” with a homeless household and a broken heart ’ ” Bantay School Lesion, February Lake III., 7-23. Written for Thi Hawk-Iti. True spiritual self-consciousness does not ripen in the noise of the busy street, John was in the wilderness—that is, in retirement—until his “showing forth ” Social polish is doubtless attained on the street, in the store and friction of business, but John the Baptists’ business could not be acquired that way, Every vocation must have its own school. John was to be a moral, a spiritual forerunner for the King of the Jews. He was to turn the hearts of the children to the pa rents, the minds of the disobedient to the wisdom of the just. Ha was, as it were, to tune the instruments of the human heart for the coming Master to play there on. All the chords of the soul were unstrung and out of tune. John went about to tune up. And as people begin to listen when they hear broken preparatory notes for music, so we see the gathering hosts in the Jordan valley at the short, sharp thrusts of John at the iniquities of the times. The people come in multitudes to be baptised. John says to them, who has warned you to flee from the wrath to come? It is an appeal to their self-sin-consciousness. These people think if they are baptised and are descendants of Abranam and form a social organization, that that will save them. But John cuts all such ideas into shreds. He is a faithful watchman. He tells them that the axe lies ready at the root of every tree. It is fruit, or fire and death. Aper the multitude finds that no outward whitewash will do they cry out and ask, “what then shall we do?” Man will answer back as long as he can, and not until he is willing to inquire* ‘ what shall I do to be saved,” is he in a hopeful condition. John is doing foundation work. In answer to the profession of repentance he demands works worthy cf it. He says, some of you have two coats and some of you have none; divide with your fellows. Do the same with your excess of bread. This doctrine is for the people generally ; but then come to John the men who collect the revenue and handle public moneys; they feel a warning and wish baptism and knowledge what to do also These are the men who take constructive fees. If half the ingenuity were displayed by these men to find heaven that is displayed in construing statutes so as to wring fees out of them where none were provided, they would all be in the highest heaven. John says to these classes, “exact no more than is appointed you.” The legislature of Iowa passed a law, in view of this class, saying that no officer should make any charge of fees except when “expressly authorized by law.” But still right along coustructive fees are charged. An officer thinks he can do nothing without pay; while other people have to do so all the time. Then next come the soldiers, they want baptism and help. John knows that they are not only getting regular wages, but that they are a sort of general free boot ers, and lead a life of violence. So he gives them a straight shot in verse 14 And then when John gets through with the common people he tells Herod the king of his sins. It is true this costs him the short balance of hi9 earthly life, but he was living at a time when he could not count his life dear to himself. It was a time in social life like it is now in the coupling of cars It is dangerous business Last month our railroads killed and maimed about two hundred men. Religiously we are not being killed so very often for our fidelity to God; yet occasionally a man like Haddock is ex posing himself to the wrath of man. When a good many more men are killed the railroads will be required to have self-couplers. Herod could kill John without being held for trial; just now men may be sacrificed in the various industries and it is laid to accident or necessity. We have no more right to ex pose and kill ruthlessly for the one than the other cause.    Amos Steckbi. The Andover Review thus depicts a current type of religious assembly: “Were an earnest and reverent soul of the last century to come into many of our religious assemblies to day, he would be confused and saddened. He would look about in wonder upon the building called a church. It would have little suggestion to him that it was a sanctuary. If he had ever seen the ruins of an am phitheatre in the old world, that heathen center of amusement and cruelty, rather then the stately basilica, would appear to have furnished its model. He would look in vain for any ‘sacred desk.’ A gaudily painted set of organ pipes would stare at him, and windows ablaze with. color shut out the light of day. A box barely large enough for four people to squeeze into, perched on some curiously carved bracket, he would be told was the fingers' gallery. The pews would be gone, but in their place he woald be ushered among rows of arm chairs, which move by a spring, and catch his hat and care for it so deftly that he sue peels trickery. The floor falls away from his foot as he walks, and, looking at its converging point, he is relieved to find it is no bottomless pit He must confess all these arrange meats comfortable and costly, but they have only prompted the cry, *011, that I knew where I might find Him!' here. As I he watches the gathering congregation, in rick tad showy apparel, jauntily nod- MUH’ Nerve US Liver Filii. An important discovery. They act on the liver, stomach and bowels through the nerves. A new principle. They speedily cure biliousness, bad taste, torpid liver, piles and constipation. Bplen did for men, women and children. Small est, mildest, surest, 80 doses for 25 cents. Samples free at J. H. Witte’s drug store TM* Bnrllnstoa Heat* (St. I*,, K. & N. W. EL JBL*) ta Ktuu City. For Kansas City, St. Joseph and local points on the H. & St. J. R. R., take the St L., K. A N. W. R. R., which runs through Pullman sleeping and chair cars fromBurlington to Quincy, making con nection there with the C., B. & Q “Eli,” a solid vestibuled train direct to St. Joseph, Atchison and Kansas City. Pullman palace sleeping cars and free reclining chair cars. For full particulars apply to A. B. Cleghorn, Ticket Agent Union Depot, Bonington, Iowa. Post a anuria *• tao aaa, Pioneer Press. A Nellie Bly lecture combination is on the road. Because she happened to be away during the grip epidemic Miss Bly does not fully realize what we have sui fared already. A beautiful young lady became so {sadly disfigured with pimples and {blotches that it was feared she would With a better comprehension of the magnitude of the evils arising from the use of intoxicating liquors, the people of the country at large become more and more impressed with the necessity of such legislation as will discourage its sale and use. Their education and prejudices prompt them to differ, however, as to the best measures to be adopted for the accomplishment of this object. Circumstances vary so much in different places as to cause men of equally good judgment and intentions to arrive at diflerent conclusions. A brief history of the legislation of Iowa upon this subject may aid us in de termining what course to pursue in the future. A law was passed in territorial times prohibiting the sale of intoxicating liquors to Indians. In 1847 the county commissioners were authorized to submit the question of license or no license to the people of the county; and two years later to license groceries, for not less than $50 nor more than $125, to sell at retail intoxicating liquors. It appears that the system of licensing the sale of intoxicating liquors was unsatisfactory, and the code of 1851 provided that the people should take no share in the profits of retailing liquor, and declared dram shops nuisances. It also required courts and juries to so construe the law as to prevent evasions and subterfuges. In 1855 the sale of liquors, including ale and beer, was prohibited for other than medicinal and sacramental purposes. The county judges were authorized to appoint not to exceed two agents in a county to sell liquors for legitimate uses. The act also provided for the forfeiture of contraband liquors, and declared buildings and grounds where such liquors were sold nuisances. This law was submitted to a vote of the people in April, 1855, and was ratified by a majority of 2,910 in a total vote of 48,200. In 1357 the act au thorizing the county judge to appoint agents for the sale of intoxicating liquors was repealed, and any citizen of the state, other than the keeper of a hotel, saloon, or eating house, a grocer or confectioner, was permitted to buy and sail such liquors for mechanical, medicinal, culinary, and sacramental purposes, provided he first procured from twelve citi-zans of the township a “♦rtificate of character and executed a bona $1,000 In 1858 former acts were so amene. A as to permit the sale cf beer, cider, aud home-made wine. In 1862 an act was passed making the liq nor-seller liable f or damages for injuries resulting from the sale of intoxicants. After the enactment of the law of 1858 saloons increased in the state at a rapid rate. Their evil effect soon became apparent, and it was but a few years before temperance people petitioned the legislature to repeal the “wine and beer clause.” An act to that effect passed the house several times, but was defeated in the senate by a close vote. In 1880 the general assembly passed a providing for the submission lo the people cf a constitutional amendment prohibiting the manufacture and sale of all intoxicating liquor as a beverage A similar resolution passed the legislature cf 1882, and the amendment was adopted by the people on June 2, 1882, by a majority of nearly 30,000 votes. It thus appears that the sale of intoxicating liquors as a beverage, exclusive of wine and oeer, has been continually prohibited since 1855. The people of Iowa have twice voted on the question of prohibition, and both times expressed themselves emphatically in favor of it Our present statute was passed by the twentieth general assembly and came into force July 4, 1884. Since that time about three thousand saloons have been closed in Iowa. The law has steadily grown in public favor, and during the last two years has been nearly as well enforced in ninety counties of the state as any other law. There is, indeed, every reason to believe that in these ninety counties it is better enforced that any license law was ever enforced in Iowa, and even better than any high-license law is now enforced in any other state in the union. The reports from the states which have license laws beat me out in this assertion. It is contended that we cannot abolish the saloon, and that we should therefore make it respectable, and minimize the evils attendant upon it, by high license. I am not prepared to believe that such a policy will ever receive the sanction of the good people of Iowa. The gilded or so called respectable saloon is a tenfold more dangerous allurement for our boys than the squalid outlawed whisky-den If the sale of liquor as a beverage can not be entirely suppressed, let it be monopolized by boot-leggers and the keepers of dens and holes-in-the-walJ. Nor is high license a remedy for the evil; while it reduces the number of saloons, it does not materially diminish the amount of liquor consumed. It is easy for the theoretical mind to formulate an ideal high-license law, and for the lively imagination to cenceive its strict enforcement. But experience has shown that the difficulties attending the enforcement of such a law are no less than those attending the enforcement of prohibi lion. But if we must have the saloon, why place a high tax upon it? We might as well tax the gambling house and the brothel. It is the theory of our law to tax property for the support of the government. The saloon tax, however, is as a rule not paid by the owners of large property, but by people of small means. Is it the standard of Iowa manhood to rob women and children of the earnings of their husbands and fathers for the purpoee of relieving property owners of the payment of legitimate taxes? Yet it is not true that the licensing of saloons reduces taxation, for the increase in the expenses of the courts, poor houses and prisons far exceeds the tax collected from the saloon. Besides, three-fourths of the losses and bad debts in arrears by business men can be traced directly or indirectly to the evil of intemperance. If, however, the mere payment of a high license fee were calculated to lessen the evil effects of the traffic in intoxi cants, an ample field of labor would be afforded those who believe so in endeavoring to secure an Increase of the federal retail liquor tax from $25 to $250 or even $500 All could then work for the same cause, each on his own line. It is claimed that we cannot enforce our law, and should therefore repeal it This is not creditable to the people of Iowa, who as a rule are law abiding citi zens. The argument woald apply with equal force to gambling places and houses of ill-fame. While it is a lament able fact that such places exist in many of the cities of Iowa, no one would advise the repeal of the laws against them. The enforcement of the prohibitory law has to encounter the opposition of to the material welfare of the state. Yet in spite of all this opposition the policy has more and more gained the confidence of our best people Thousands of those who voted against the constitutional amendment in the belief that such a law would prove a dead letter, are now convinced that it can be enforced, and demand its retention. Sioux City, Des Moines, Cedar Rapids and Ottumwa have banished the saloon, and yet they are among the most prosperous cities in the state. The law in all its features has been tested in the highest state and federal courts until the ingenuity of its opponents is nearly exhausted. These tests have fully established the principle that the state has the right to prohibit the manufacture and sale of any article the traffic in which it may consider injurious to the common welfare. The benefits which have resulted to the state from the enforcement of this law are far reaching, indeed. It is a well recognized fact that crime is on the increase in the United States, but Iowa does not contribute to that increase. While the number of convicts in the country at large rose from one in every 3,442 of population in 1850 to one in every 8G0 in 1880, the rate in Iowa is at present only one to every 3,130. The jails of many counties are now empty during a good portion of the year, and the number of convicts in our penitentiaries bas been reduced from 750 in March, 1886, to 604, July I, 1889. It is the testimony of our judges of our courts that criminal business has been reduced from 30 to 75 per cent, and that crimnal expenses have diminished in like proportion. There is a remarkable decrease in the business and fees of sheriffs and lawyers, as well as in the number of requisitions and extradition warrents issued. We have less paupers and less tramps in the state in proportion to our population than ever before- Breweries have been converted into oat meal mills and canning factories, and are operated as such by their owners. The report of the superintendent of public instruction shows an increased school attendance throughout the state. The poorer classes have better fare, better clothing, better schooling and better houses. The depos its in banks show an unprecedented increase, and there are everywhere indications of a healthy growth in legitimate trade. Merchants and commercial travelers report less losses in collections in Iowa than elsewhere. It is safe to say that not one-tenth, and probably not one twentieth, as much liquor is consumed in the state now as was five years ago. The standard of temperance has been greatly raised, even in tnose cities where the law is not yet enforced. Many a man formerly accustomed to drink and treat in a saloon has abandoned this practice in deference to public opinion. When a bill was introduced in the seventeenth and eighteenth general assemblies providing that no saloon license should be granted in a city of the first class for less than $200, those who represented these cities voted almost unanimously against the measure, doubts because they regarded such an amount exorbitant It appears that these communities are now prepared to sanction a law fixing $500 as a minimum license fee. It would be difficult to find a better illustration of the growth of public sentiment upon this question. The apponents of the law endeavor to convince ub that the result of the last election i3 a verdict against prohibition, and even some of its ardent supporters were at first inclined to accept this interpretation. Nothing can be presented, however, to warrant such a conclusion. In four general elections following the enactment of prohibition the people un-rAaZtin^ I mistakably expressed their approval of ‘' the law, aad an analysis of the vote of the last election fails to reveal any decided change in public sentiment upon this question. It is true that the agents and adherents of the liquor interests, encouraged by the recent defeat of prohibition in several eastern and southern states, made another effort to break down the prohibitory law of Iowa, while our temperance people, resting secure in the belief that prohibition was the settled policy of the state, took little or no part in the canvass, and thousands of them did net even go to the polls. Moreover, many who did go had their attention fixed upon other important issues involved in the election. It is, therefore, an unwarrantable claim that the vote implied a rebuke to prohibition. The present law was enacted in response to a popular demand, as evidenced by the majority of 30,000 votes cast in favor of the prohibitory amendment. There can be no doubt as to the meaning of that election. Had the women of lawful age been permitted to vote, the majority would probably have been more than 200 OOO. A great public policy o co adopted should be retained sufficiently long to be thoroughly tested. The law can be enforced throughout the state without any radical change in our methods That it can now be enforced in the cities where it is most obnoxious, WAIEIAR’S WADEfilKGS » SPAiS—THE I OITCOME OF EIS CAPTURE. The Degradation af Woman and Home I the Secret of Spain’s Decay—Quaint 014 Valladolid—A Dreary and Sodden Old City. if only the officers of the law are disposed to do their duty, has been demonstrated during the past year by Mayor Irwin, of Keokuk, and Mayor Chase, of Clinton. All good citizens are interested in the promotion of temperance, and it is their duty to lend their best efforts to the enforcement of whatever laws are enacted to further that cause. Our courts show a marked improvement in dealing with this question, nearly all of the judges being now disposed to enforce the law, whether they are in sympathy with it or not. In those counties where tho law is not enforced the fault lies almost invariably with the executive officers. The constitution provides that the governor shall take care that the laws are faithfully executed, and the statutes authorizes him to suspend any state officer for cause. But a county officer may wilfully neglect his duty, and the governor has no power to call him to account. If provision were made for. the purpose of the suspending for gross negligence of such officers as are charged with the enforcement of the law, and ample funds were placed at the command of the governor to aid prosecutions, the saloon would soon be a thing of the past in Iowa. I think the law should be amended so as to prevent undue searches of private houses, and malicious prosecutions; but no compromise should be made with the saloon. Liquor men favor high license against prohibition, low license against high license, and no license against low license. They know no party in politics save that which does their bidding. Prohibition should, as far as possible, be emancipated from the party caucus and its influences, and a different policy ought opt to be adopted until the question has again been submitted to the voters of the state at a non-partisan election. Such a great moral movement should be intrusted to its friends and should not be permitted to impair political parties. The law has been more successful and by far more beneficial than its most hopeful friends anticipated. Its enemies have endeavored to create the impression beyond our borders that it has been a failure, but the cry of failure may be heard in every great contest It is the watchword of the straggler. During the war of the rebellion, within a few months of the final downfall of the confederacy, it was declared by a great political party in its national convention that the war was a failure; but that cry did not dismay the legions of boys in blue, who, bat- Correspondenee of Tm Hawk-Bti. Madrid, Spain, Jan. 24 1890.-The romantic and almost dramatic outcome of my being robbed by the wretched and ridiculoiB banditti of the Montes de Tor-ezos, in sight of Simancss and Valladolid, resulted in such a shower of pleas for forgiveness and protestations of abject servitude as I had never before known from Cuban or Spaniard, either of whom is an everlasting fountain of protestations and servile abnegations at will. It also caused the return of the trifling silver coin that had been taken from me, which I immediately divided equally .between the uncanny band, causing a further shower of appeals to heaven for safety and good fortune; it also gave me a guide into Valladolid in the person of Eugenio, the brother of the poor boy-soldier I had seen murdered in Havana To Eugenio, while on our way to the olden Spanish capital, I took occasion to give some sensible advice concerning his present mode of life, and extorted from him, under pressure of his fancied great obligation to me, the pledge that he would mend his ways; till his patch of land; become again an honest peasant of the province of Valladolid; and die when his time came of some good, old-fashioned pulmonary disease, well shriven, like all true Spaniards. Upon the bridge at Valladolid which crosses the Pisuerga, a heavily-cloaked chulo or bully, with a wink at Eugenio, asked my companion if he “brought a well-shorn goat to Valladolid.” “No,” answered Fugenio, “a noble friend.” Then, turning me over to his care, of which I was then apprehensive, but which I afterwards found was a surer protection than that of the friendship of the alcalde himself, my bandit friend, invoking anew countless blessings upon me, and asserting again and again his determination to renounce his evil ways, parted from me as suddenly as I had four hours previously turned to face his threatening blunderbuss, So I found myself in the ancient capital of Spain, transferred from the society of a mountain cut-throat to the attention of an infinitely worse ruffain, the lowest, most treacherous and most contemptible of all human beings, the swaggering brute known as the Spanish chulo Almost too despicable to deserve attention in decent quarters and from decent minds, he is still one of so great a class and a being of such detestable type, that his very wickedness and degradation render him a necessary but nauseating study. There are perhaps a half a million chulos in Spain. They exist upon the earnings, honest or otherwise, of that many chulas of Spain—women, girls. from among the lowly, whose fatal affections and passion are wrapped up in these abandoned human male dogs. First and foremost of all, the chulo, as with any other embodiment of masculine worthlessness, is a dandy. My new-found friend was type of them all. Long, black, curling hair banged on his forehead, fell back over his head and upon his shoulders in wavy ringlets. A huge mustachois had been twisted and twirled until the ends joined the arch of the eye-trows. A great sombrero sat upon the back of his head the rim-edge resting upon his shoulders behind. A silk skirt puffed and laced, opening with flaring collars at the neck, exposed a hairy breast, one of his proudest possessions. A velvet blouse with open and laced sleeves, carried four rows of crystal buttons from neck to pointed tabs or tips in front. Breeches of loose and flowing velvet were gathered at the knees by leggings laced and fastened with glittering steel buttons, which spread at the ankles to show gaiters with heels as high as boasted by any Spanish belle. His slender waist was encircled five times by a crimson sash. In the latter, upon the right hip, with point forward, rested a long, sharp, curved, unsheathed knife with a curiously- wrought silver handle. Over all, in which he draped himself in all manner of graceful atitudes, was a capa, huge enough to have covered, and to spare, a half dozen vastly more useful donkeys. With a stifling cigarette at all times, this gives the outward picture of the Spanish chulo. He is thief to a degree requiring no risk or danger; procurador of the lowest sort; companion of bull-fighters and criminals: bully at all times and places where gain may come from it; and would gladly and proudly be administered upon by the hangman rather tnan soil his delicate hands by labor. He sleeps by day in the alcoba of his chula’s providing, is served by her with abject and idolatrcus humility; while by night he prowls the streets ready for assignation or assassination, or frequents the gambling or drinking cafes of the lowly, where his presence is a covert invitation to contribution of money, viands or liquors, which, if not bestowed with alacrity and grace, usually precipi tates contentions and disputes ending in blood, drawn with wonderful skill by the chulo1 s knife. As a sociological study this brute’s mate, the Chula, is a superior type of animal. Ruperto Gonzalesy Valdes was my companion’s pure Castilian name. My interest and curiosity in his class became the very wine of flattery to him. All this seemed to draw me closer to, rather than give me release from, these tolerated and feared pests of Spanish society. We dined at the aristocratic Fonda Francesca, covert scowls, under which I trembled with shame, but which Rupert, acknowledged in pride and with interest, greeting us from landlord and guests. Then Kl Americano must accept the chulo’a hospitality among bis kind. A fatality of misadventure seemed upon me. I could be robbed of little now, and became, that I might see the chulas themselves, a chulo’s guest. A short walk from the Fonda Francesca brought us to number 7, Calle Colon, where Rupert in flowing oratory end with Aam • ing eulogium, let me know that at this dolorous and sanctified spot the great Columbus died. Passing this, we shortly turned into a dim and unlighted street, a port of the old quarter of Valladolid, and in a moment more, entered a still darker and more gloomy entraada that led to a patio or open court of very great size, bat wierd, dreary and terrible in its suggestiveness of human bondage of body and soul and haunting intimations of unrecorded tragedies. I could do no more nor lees than follow my over-attentive host, but in every shadow lurked a danger, and in every sound came a portent of harm. The structure, several years before* had been a chief fonds or hotel of the city. Here and there hung dim lights in great iron frame-works, tad from these the broken and ramshackle galleries, marking the different stories of the interior coaid be dimly seen; while in the colter of the court, water lazily gurgled from a broken the nearly an hundred alcobas were occupied. Dim lights shone from the open doors or the paneled windows. Here and there could be heard low and earnest converse between chulas, or chulas and chulos. Oaths, imprecations or drunken shouts fill the place. Here the thrum of a guitar; over yonder, the sobbing of some woman; near, the click of Hie Castine!; beyond, dancing or bacchanalian song. We came to the third gallery and entered a near alcoba. There was no light. Ruperto remarked upon it, and added: “It is easy got.” Then he spurned something in a corner with his foot. A little cry of surprise and pain, but with not a reproving tone in it, was the response. He then demanded a light, and the Chula that had been thus affectionately awakened 6ped from the room and soon returned with a pewter lamp, lighted and burning brightly. The mite of a thing looked at her chulo with wonderment in her great lustrous eyes at the presence of the stranger, but he paid no attention to her inquiry save to order her to inform her companions in the old fonda that Ruperto and a guest desired entertainment. There were four bare walls here; a couch of rags and cheap blankets where the girl had been lying; one stool which I had been ostentatiously given: a few gaudy ornaments of Ruperto’s displayed on pegs eloquently near the window’; a ch areca1 urn for fires; a greasy guitar; not a half dozen pieces of cutlery and cheap earthenware; and a half a loaf of the cearsest of bread. “Love requires little splendor in Spain ” remarked Ruperto, as his eyes followed mine around the desolate alcoba. “If the stomach is full, the purse not all skin, the vestidos excellent, the heart light and one’s ama obedient, what need [for more?” Considering my surroundings I had no inclination towards argument, and tem porized as volubly as my limited Spanish would permit, making up for lack in that regard with smiles, shrugs and antics of excellent spirit and humor. Through the open door I could distinguish numerous female tones of surprise and merriment.. and male voices of petulant protest, the result of Ruperto’s chula’s mission. Lights began to grow more frequent in the old patio; the tuning of a few musical instruments were heard; now and then castinets clattered a staccato as in portent of coming possibilities; my own companion disposed of his huge capa, and prigged himself up a bit; and in a short time the little messenger returned, notably improved in her own appearance, and with the one word “Ah-ara! ’ (“Now!”) fell in behind us, as we passed out upon the gallery, like any other well-governed slave We first went from alcoba to alcoba around three of the galleries, paying our respects to those found within, being received with such courtesies and with so many “gra-cias/’ that it swept one’s fancies to the romances of the Spanish knighthood of middle ages, or seemed as though one had been transported in a trice to some wonderful masque of Spanish nobility in rags. In one alcoba, a chulo was sleeping off the effects of fiery aguardiente, his tawdry finery obscured by his huge capa which covered him entirely, his loyal Chula waiting at his side to minister to his slightest drunken whim or need. In another, three bright eyed chulas were at work deftly plaiting serons or pouches for donkey-backs from rushes they had themselves gathered along the upper banks of the dance Nuevo river. In another, a gay chulo reclined against the wall accompanying his own not un melodious song, upon the guitar, while his Chula, sat near, cross-legged like a tailor, working as for dear life at joining huge untanned skins of pigs in which the native wine is stored and by the wine-carriers conveyed on donkeys or hand-trucks from door to door. In another, a half dozen young women were at work upon a rude kind of lace. Near these, four merry and care free chulos were playing at cards and drinking wine from huge botellas, from which, after they were raised high in air, they would squirt a slender amber stream from its mouth through their own lips, into their ever-thirsty throats. In another, a young girl was ill with influenza, her male companion having deserted her in her extremity, a universal habit of the detesti-blo male rake, while a few tender-hearted chulas were working within her alcoba, and making her as comfortable as their poor means would allow. Every one of these nearly an hundred rooms was the only home the Chula ever knew or knows. Whether she labors as criada or servant at some inn, works at a factory fourteen hours a day, or wrings from endless toil within these rotten habitations a weekly pittance, every peseta is wrenched from her by her knightly chulo, the return for which is the privilege of idolizing her owner, blows, kicks, and at last, the knife—for from her alcoba she never goes, save in service of her chulo, and to the Campo Santo with a knife-thrust at her throat or heart as a seal cf her loyalty even in death to her vile master, who holds her life as less worthy a thing than that of his pet game-cock dog And Ruperto was proud to make this clear to me, in the rusty old dining room of the fonds where a number of these unfortunate beings had gathered for music and dancing obedient to his whim of entertainment. “See!” he said gaily, grasping his own Chula by her luxuriant hair and whirling her fiercely about. “See! ’—he ran his fingers into her pretty mouth and pulled her tongue from it, as one would handle an ailing horse.—“Carlota once spoke impudently to Ruperto. Zi i i-i-p’” here he viciously tapped his knife—the tongue went half in two! Is it not so. little sauce-pot?” “Si, si, Senor!” radiantly from Carlota. “Aha, ‘si, si/ senorita mea' And the next time”—here the brute spun the girl away from him among the dancers—“the next time, it will ell go, and the beautiful head with it'” All this may be attractive to painters, dramatists and poets. The chuio may be a picturesque rogue, hie poor slave, the Chula, a woman of fateful passion, ravishing beauty, pathetic history, and all that. But I confess to a loathing beyond expression in the contemplation of the reality in this sort of “romantic” life. Spain is horribly honey-combed with it. The chulo and Chula principle extends far beyond these degraded types, into highest grades and classes. Traveling hither, lese time will serve you at Valladolid than answered for me. It is a dreary and sodden old city in the center of a hollowed, tempest blown plain. Bleak and wild are its surroundings; wild and bleak are its calles and plazas. In an hour or two you may see all it has to show. Over there in the Pisza Mayor, Philip IL, who was bom here, held his first great auto de fe. Cervantes lived, when publishing Don Quixote, at 14 Calle del Raatro. Columbus died at 7 Calle Colon. And the facade of Ban Pablo, in the most marvelous plat-uresque all Europe can show, in here besides. That is all, save filth, bugs and vuaint Asturian peasants shivering about the vile bodegas, or squatting within church-perchea and about the deserted squares You would fly from the marrow-chilling place by rail, cursing its its fondas and porteroe I hastened away by jacas along with a score of merry Mar agates, freighters from the Basque country; reaching the splendid Sierra de Guadarrama at nightfall of the I second day, and, lodging at a little inn I in the mountain pass at the foot of the majestic peak of Penalara, could see FRANCIS MURPHY. FER PORTRAIT OF THE CELEBRATED TEMPERANCE VORIES. His Early Life and Terrible Struggle With the Drink Habit—The Secret of His Success—How He Works —His Personal Appearance. tling for the right, stood firm until the I fountain-—saddening type of the leat and I fxom    out-jutting * spun the filmy or j victory was won; and aa the millions_of | wretched^ lives filling every m<»ba ami | ^    blending above the plazas and paseos of the royal city of Madrid. . Edgar L. Wakeman. I kappy people now bless those sturdy de* I cranny from roof to cellar. Pausing at fenders of the union, so will in day* to I the second gallery Ruperto with a rrand come when the saloon is completely ban* I iloquent wave of his head remarked: I ished from our fair state, everv hearth-1 “Here WM once the (Aden aristocracy j The government of the fabled Amazons -ii supposed to have bean an Oh!-italk racy.—Bushnell (111 ) Record* beverage, of those who value political success above principle, of those who believe that it cannot be enforced, ttd..vn 4WWU UUSHIUKU    -_ of those who claim that it is damaging I right na foe    of    their    trust!    I    could    see    that    nearly    every    one    of    *    witters    drug    store. /shed from our fair state, every hearth-.     J    .    . stone invoke biestings upon those who I of 8p*is. We ere the later and better | now remain true to their convictions of I blood!” Fits, spasms, St Vitos dance, nervousness and hysteria are soon cured by Dr. Ides’ Nervine. Free samples at J. H. S. R. Davis, in The Journalist. Francis Murphy is one of the most conspicuous temperance evangelists of the century, but it is a singular fact that his public addresses have never been reported in full, or a biographical sketch of his remarkable career appeared in any literary periodical. In one of Mr. Murphy’s eloquent ad dresses he gives an account of his birth, his early boyhood, and his home and its surroundings, which is worth quoting: “On the twenty-fourth day of April 1886, I was born in the village of Targoat, in the County of Wexford, in the east of Ireland, three thousand miles across the Atlantic ocean, in a little cottage home, located upon a beautiful mound of land overlooking the sea. Although separated from that humble home for many, many years, in imagination I can see it now as it was, and sometimes memory take wings and flies to the humble cottage home, and with rapturous delight feasts upon the scenes of boyhood days. The from garden Ailed with the choicest flowers, making the air fragrant with their rich perfume, the silent hills, kissed by the rays of the morning sun, the stately elms lifting their leafy forms and waiving in adoration, whilst the grand old ocean rolled at their feet, singing its deathless hymn of praise to Him, who bids a thousand fleets sweep over it in vain' and, ‘write no furrow on its ever youthful form.' ” Continuing, in the same address, he tells of his boyish longings for America, and how, Anally, when he had reached the age of sixteen years, his sweet-hearted mother gave her tearful consent, and parted from him in an agony of love and solicitude. There is nothing finer in descriptive oratory than Mr Murphy’s picture of the start of the ship which carried him over the seas to America From this point Mr. Murphy continues the narrative of his personal life—the terrible struggle with the drink habit, the ruin and tragedy it brought upon his business and his family, and finally his reformation. With all of this the public is familiar, but the story in Mr. Murphy’s hands seems never to lose its power. Its real and inimitable pathos has touched the hearts of humanity the world over. Mr. Murphy made his first public tem perance speech and inaugurated the blue ribbon movement in Portland, Maine, April 3, 1870. In 1880, after ten years of successful work in America, he went to Great Britain, where he stayed three years, holding meetings in all the large cities of England, Scotland and Ireland. A modest estimate places the number who signed the pledge during theso three years in Great Britain at one million of people So deep an impression was made by Mr. Murphy’s work that Mr, Gladstone commended it in a speech in the house of commons. Returning to America in 1883, Mr. Murphy has been almost continuously at work ever since. Millions of people have signed the pledge and donned the blue ribbon, and if only one-tenth of these should remain steadfast and true the gain to society is incalculable. However, it is probable that a majority of those who sign the pledge remain abstainers all their lives, and their infleDce is powerful in maintaining and propagating a healthy temperance sentiment. A great change has taken place in the drinking habits of the American people within the past thirty years. Thirty years ago an occasional spree was considered “good form” in all classes of society, and the man who was not convivial was considered a peculiar person. A writer in Lippincott’s Magazine recently asserted that the civil war was hastened by the drinking habits of congressmen on both sides of the contro versy, whose minds were continually in flamed by whiskey. In the department of journalism the change is most marked. In a country printing office twenty five years ago an editor was expected to take a social drink with a subscriber every time a subscription was renewed. In daily journalism the change is even more noticeably marked. The brilliant Bohemian who made his notes at saloon bars and prepared his copy between drinks, in those days, has hard sledding now. Only a few days ago a Chicago paper contained an advertisement for a bar-tender, and it closed with the words, “No drinking man need apply.” How much of this change of habit and sentiment can be attributed to the work of Francis Murphy and his converts to total abstinence will never be known, but that the influence of the blue ribbon movement has been a potent factor no intelligent person will deny. The secret of Mr. Murphy’s great success is his personal magnetism and his lovable nature His motto is “malice toward none, charity for all ” He says the sovereign remedy for intemperance is the gospel of Jesus, and the gospel he preaches is one of purest love and broadest charity. It is void of ail sectarianism or theology. It is human gospel adapted to tne needs of all classes of humanity. The result is that a Murphy temperance meeting often presents a strange spectacle. Rich and poor, black and white, infidels, spiritualists, agnostics, Catholics and protestants, aIi join hands The work sweeps in great waves over whole communities, and long after this lovable man has departed a good and wholesome influence abides As a platform orator Francis Murphy will rank with the greatest of his age Few men can hold the close attention of large audiences night after night, for weeks at a time, and say something new and striking every night. Mr. Murphy combines the naturalness of a great orator with the art of a born actor. He would have made a great comedian. His power of mimicry is wonderful, and he knows thoroughly its proper uses. Though not having the advantages of a collegiate education, his English has the rhetorical finish of the scholar. He rarely indulges in a slang word, but occasionally he rolls the sweet Irish brogue on his tongue in a most amusing and effective way. But Mr. Murphy’s power in the temperance work is not whody the result of his oratory. When ever he hears of an unfortunate man in the power of drink, who cannot be induct to attend his meetings, he makes a personal visit, and by his affectionate and persuasive methods often induces the man to take the start which leads to his complete reformation He visits the saloon, and with rate tact and delicacy succeeds in gaining the good will of the liquor-seller himself, if, indeed, he doe?, not succeed in inducing him to go out of the business Mr. Mruphy does not believe that effective temperance work is accomplished by damning the liquor-seller tad his business. He does not believe in arbitrary prohibitory legislation. He savs individual prohibition is the only kind which can be enforced, and that the individual himself should be the officer to enforce it The magnetic power of Francis Murphy is phenomenal It reaches all clas ses. Lawyers and doctors are no less affected by his work than the humblest laborer On the streets, in the hotels, on the cars, everywhere, he has a hearty greeting for everybody. As a conversationalist he is rarely gifted, and to the reporter who desires an interview he is always accessible, with plenty of information and bright thoughts to communicate. Francis Murphy is a man of striking personal appearance. Though a trifle below the medium height, his shoulders are broad as a barn door, and he has the muscular body of an athlete. A large head, covered with iron gray hair; a broad forehead, bright eyes, shaded by heavy eyebrows; a big nose above % firm mouth, a heavy moustache and square shin, complete the portrait of the great and lovable man, who for nearly twenty years has gone up and down the earth, leading men from the murky pools and darksome roads of sorrow and vice to the crystal fountains and sunlit paths of virtue and peace. Mr. Btliaob'i (Aholt. Written forTH* Hawx-Btk by Harry Howard. Yes sir, I do b’leeve in gestes, and have ever since one night ’bout forty year ago, an’ expect to forty year from now if I’m alive. When I was a youngster I thought it looked smart an’ brave to make sport of all sich. but my smartness larnt me- a lesson one night which I ain’t likely to forgit soon. You see ole Squire Perkins lived nigh about a mile from dad’s place, an’ while I was sparkin’ Betsy Ann I used to be over thar purty of en. Down in the woods-p&stur’ right dost to whar I alius crossed the crick was a big white oak tree whar folks sed the reg’laters hung a hoss-thief one time, an’ lots o’ people had seed his ghost. Sometimes it was a hangin’ to a limb, sometimes a layin’ on the ground, an’ very of en it was a-walkin’ up an’ down the bank of the crick, an’ it alius had a big cob pipe in it« mouth jist as they said he had when he was strung up Of course I hadn’t never seen it an’ I made all manner o’ fun of the thing, but the folks all said my time would come, an' it did. One warm, dark, rainy night Tong to’ard the last o’ September, when I said good-bye to Betsy Ann, she tried to coax me not to go past the ole “Ha'ntedOak ” I wanted to show her how brave I was an’ how little I cared fur gestes, so I jist laughed at her an’ went ahead. It was awful dark an’ the rain a-comin’ siraight down, but I knowed the path, so I marched on a-whistlin’ Yankee Doodle. When I come to the ole Ha’nted Oak down in the woods-pastur’ I was chuck-tin’ to myself at the foolishness of some people, when I heard a groan. I stopped my whistlin’ mighty sudden an’ listened. I didn’t b’leeve it was any ghost, but I couldn’t help feelin’ crawly. Another groan, an’ as true as I live I heard a gur gle jist like some person a ch#ain’ Gosh' it makes me chill yet when I think of it. I don’t know why I didn’t run, but I didn’t. I looked up to see if he was hangin’ to the tree, but it was so pesky dark I couidn’t tell. Then I stooped over so as to git his Agger ’tween me an’ the sky if he was on the ground, an’ sure enough thar he stood not more’n ten foot away. I could even see his ole cob pipe in his mouth, Then he fetched Knottier groan, foilered by that awful rattlin’ in his throat. I can t tell ye how awful I foil. but the wust hadn't come. Honest, if I hadn t bragged so much I’d a run tike a soldier, but I thought what Betsy Ann an’ ever’body else’d say, so thar I stood. He hep’ a groanin’ an, gurgiin', but I finally got bold enough to go up to him My feet felt tike they weighed a ton, an’ my teeth was a rattlin’ tike ratlle-bones, but I went. I put out my hand an’ touched him, an’ it wasn’t nothin’ but an ole gate-post, an’ the pipe was the upper hinge. I’d seen it a hundred times, but them groans made me furgit it. What made the noise? I found out purty soon. I was so relieved to find it was nothin’ but a post that I bust out in a hearty laugh. But my laugh didn’t last long. There was a loud ‘woof! woof!” from the foot of the tree, an’ I made a spring an’ landed on my stummik on top o’ the post jist as the Squire’s ole white sow made a grab at my shins. That ole brute a snorin’ an’ gruntin’ was what I had heard. I was out o’ her reach, but ladies an’ gentlemen how many of ye ever tried balancin’ hisself frontways on a three-inch base; for that post had been chopped nearly to a p’inl on top, an’ wasn’t never intended to roost on. Thar I was, like a teeter-board on a plank fence, an’ the ole sow a chargin' an’ tearin’ up the earth below She had a hull fam’ly o’ little ones in a nett by that tree, an’ that’s what made her so cross. I managed to struggle up to a settin’ posture, but what a set! I’d a traded my seat fur a spike bed an’ give my ole barlow to boot I stood, or Hither I set it till I couidn’t bear it no longer, so I concluded to drop an’ run fur the fence. I slid down easy like, but jist as I let go to drop to the ground I felt a jerk, heard suthin’ tear, an’ I was fast I’d forgot that blasted hinge an’ slid right onto it, an’ now it had tetched into the wais -ban’ o' my new jeans britches from behind, an’ I was hung. I kicked an’ rassled an’ cussed but it wasn't no use. I couldn’t climb up with the post at my back, an' the home-made britches wouldn’t tear loose. Then I had to keep my feet drawed ’way up to keep out o’ the sow’s reach. By Gosh! it was the wust fix I ever got into. I could a hollered an’ raised the Squire, but I knowed the wimin folks’d tell it, an' I’d a died fust. So tear I hung till next mornin’ when the Squire come to feed the ole sow, an’ I never heard sich laughin’ an’ yellin’ in my born days. He never got tired o’ guyin’ me ’bout it, but he never told anybody for a long time Betsy Ann never found it out till after we was married. I’ve never made tight O' gestes sence. Ii Couinmptlon Incurable* Read the following: Mr. C. H. Morris, Newark, Arkansas, says: “Was down with abcess of lungs, and friends and physicians pronounced me an incurable consumptive. Began taking Dr King's New Discovery for Consumption, am now on my third bottle, and able to oversee the work on my farm. It is the finest medicine ever made.” Jesse Middleware Decatur, Ohio, says: “Had it not been for Dr. King’s New Discovery for Consumption I would have died of lung troubles. Was given up by doctors, Am now in beat of health.” Try it. 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