w. r. MAI SMALL. Editor ud Proprietor.
VOL. XXV._
i WHY THE CAMPAIGN OPENED WITH A FROST
Or a Reading by Pevely Sadders
From the “Short Works of Roosevelt.“
J. N. FOOTE, IN ST. LOUIS REPUBLIC.
"What's the matter with us
sassbsyiu’ over to Kahoka, too?"
suggested Pevely Sadders, as
we sat dangling our legs front
the end ot the depot platform
like fishermeu on a wharf.
"That’s where he’s maltin'
fer,” Pevely added, indicating
au individual who was negott*
ating with the station agent
about two large trunks near by.
"That’a Charley Jones, and he’s
goin’ aver to Kahoka to the
openin' o’ the Republican cam*
paign. If you get time to atay
over, wc might go too, I reckon.
They’ll be more flapdoodle,
highfalutin doin Vthan ever you
saw. 1 wonder what Charley
Jones is got in them trunks.
Seems like that’s a terrible lot
o’ baggage for such a short
trip.”
We'had not more than seated
ourselves in the smoking car
when Charley Jones came and
offered a hand to Pevely and
then to me.
rt n. _i_a a _ _ • . •
MUk wu«v UU /UU «1UI IU uu
over at Kaboka to-morrow?”
Pevely pursued.
He fumbled around in bis
cost and drew forth a volume
with showy blue cloth covers.
"I’m going to sell ’em some of
these, be declared proudly.
The book was entitled " Brief
Works of Roosevelt," and I ex
amined it with interest. It con
tained extracts from a number
of Mr. Roosevelt’s speeches, ad
dresses and writings.
"This is how it is,” explained
Charley Jones. "You know
this summer I didn’t have
nothin' to do but manage my
three thrashing crews and look
after movin' the machines, aud
I figured that I’d have a good
deal of spare time on my bands
to travel aronnd and mingle
with the people. So I jnst had
this book made, and 1 sell it for
a dollar. 1 just slapped to
gether a lot of Mr. Roosevelt’s
things and bad ’em bound np
with this pretty bindin’ and they
go like hot cakes wherever there
are any Republicans. I think
tbst’s a pretty nice little book,
don’t you? Yon can have that
one with my compliments. Mr.
Foote."
“Indeed it is a nice book. I’m
much obliged,” I said.
“An’ is them trunks full of
’em?" asked Pevely.
“Pull of ’em,” answered
Charley Jones, “and I aim to
bring ’em back empty from
Kaholca to-morrow. The meet
ing don’t commence till after
noon, and I’ll have all morning
to dispose of ’em.”
At Kaboka we repaired to a
hotel, where, after supper, I be
took myself to my room with
Charley Jones's book for com
pany. Pevely and Jones were
keening company downstairs
with some noisy, garrulous per
sona.
• _ _ a __a t •
a iiciutcti »cvcrai oi
the President’s dissertatoins
and eventually came to one up
on the cowboys of the West.
Suddenly my eyes burned with
interest, as I reached a descrip
tive passage therein. What I
Could it be possible that Mr.
Roosevelt uttered such-things 1
I read the passage again and
again, growing more excited
each time. Yes; these were
Mr. Roosevelt’s own words,
writtea for a famous magasine.
When Pevely came op to bed
and I read them to him be ex
claimed: -Well, I’ll swowl”
and grasped for breath. “Gimme
eyes."
Late at night, as I was falling
to sleep, Pevely was still sitting
near the light, deciphering tnd
redeCiphering the passage.
Ia the morning the Honorable
Charley Jones sstamed s busy
••pect. He was among the
earliest of the early, and had
moved bis trunks to the entrance
6f a feed barn over on the back
street, which seemed to be e
reodexvoes for the indriving
farming population. He tree
energetically trying noises, help
ing farmers' families to slight,
NMBIUK ana miKiD| mm*
•elf known; sot only about the
feed bam, but everywhere about
towa. By 10 o'clock I am poti*
Uvo that Charley Jonea bad met
•vary Incomer and tbe treater
proportion of town people be*
ridea, and knew the politic* of
•very maa Jack of them. It
wa» at about this hour that he
opeoed up buaineaa, a good
number of men having gathered
about the barn's entrance.
Before Charley Jonea,
mounted on a bale of hay, had
talked ten minutes the small
street was a light-packed pass
of humanity. And Jones was as
good a free show as heart could
desire. He soon had them
cheering him. He first warmed
them into his confidence by din
charging his quid from his capa
cious month with a grimace of
dislike, and asking in a tone
audible everywhere: “Have
any of you fellows got any good
old-fashioned home-grown to
bacco about you—I'm terrible
tired of this store tobacco!” A
man near him produced a twist
from which Jonea brake a con
siderable fraction, and. having
thrust the same into bit pouch
like jaw, began reeling off some
decidedyl humorous anecdotes.
Meanwhile Pevely was standing
close by observing him with a
curions expression of mischief
and delight which seemed al
most unable to contain itself.
r many jodci came to me
point: "Pricndt, I’m not going
to be backward about coming
forward. My object i* to have
you look at this little book
which I am selling for a dollar—
you don’t have to buy it if yon
don’t want it, but I believe that
every good, honest Republican
among yon will want one when
I tell you that every word in it
is the word of your peerless
President, that great patriot and
lover of mankind, Theodore
Roosevelt. Friends, tbe name
of this little hook is ‘Brief Words
of Roosevelt.’ Look st it. It is
not a large, heavy and expensive
volume. It is like Mr. Roosevelt
himself, brief and to the point.
But,' big or little, costly or cheap,
it haa got more truth in it, more
genuine wisdom, more good
souud. practical, ordinary, every
day, plain horse sense in it than
any book you ever owned in
your lives or ever wi%own.
"Friends, I’m a farmer like
you are—most of us—and I’ve
thrashed more grain this year
tbau any dozen of you put to
gether. And while I’ve been
tbraahin’ I’ve been circulatin’
this hale book around among
my friends; and I want to say to
yon that this book, above every
thing else, is the book for the
farmer—-for the man who baa
made this great nation: This
book is for yon and especially
if you are a Republican farmer
here in Missouri, where you do
not find in political conditions
that sympathy which yon crave.
You will find it in this little book,
friends—tbe sympathy of your
President. He is a man of mind;
bat yon mast know, you must
feel, that above all other things,
be is a man of large heart. In
this book yoo will get intimately
acquainted with him, and he
*ill get closer to you. Yon will
come into contact with that
large enveloping sympathy
wrncn km your right and your
satisfaction to receive Iron this
great man of the plain people,
npon whom the mantel of
Abraham Lincoln has fallen ao
fittingly and well. Take The
odore Roosevelt and let him be
your friend, your neighbor,
yonr sympathiser sad adviser.
Receive his wisdom and his
friendship lot yourselves, gentle-,
men, for yourselves :* The cheer
ing which arose came direct from
the heart. Jones had touched
his bearers—and wss prepared
to touch them farther. They
crowded eagerly about bis open
tranks, and the supply of little
bl“« volumes melted rapidly
while a stream of dollars poured
its way Into the vender's pocket.
Charley Jonaa the while kept up
* ,,*pd, ,ire of good-natured
exhortation, and it waa not long
““t*1 v#fy l*at one of the
"Brief Works of Roosevelt”—in
all several hundred—bad baen
sold.
Suddenly, with the sale of the
last one, Pavely Sadden waa
seen to rise above the level of
the crowd, mounting a horse
block next tbe gutter and his
voice with its peculiarly
wwxjMviivc idu iiiuiiuvc qniuuy,
due to the nasal twang, attracted
the iaatant attention of the
crowd.
"Ojftfciueo," be Mid. "I
wouldn’t of otojwd my Wend
Charley Jones (business fer any
»<*»’ and It Jest
**ts lly grieves me to the very
•pv1 to th’ow any cold srater on
thi* 1°** hM* yonr’n
**■ ■* *5* y°u •» lo*k like
tol’aUe sensible men to me, and
yon look like yon got some
pride about you, too. I notice
that inost of you has bougtb
these here ‘Short Works of
Roosevelt,’ and X jest want to
git every one of yon that’s got
one to hold it up in his hand so
I kin see him, because 1 want
to give all of yon rbat’a got 'eta
a little p’intcr."
Over the beads of the crowd
the little bine volumes showed
everywhere.
"what in thunder are you up
to?” demanded Charley Jones,
somewhat alarmed and half,
angered at Pevely.
"I ain't'meaning' no harm,”
Pevely replied in tones of
jneffable innocence. All I wan’t
is to show ’em bow their great
candidate of the people loves and
respects ’em. It’s in the book
sod they kin see fer theirsc’f
how much be thinks of ’em
"Now, you all that’s got these
here book, I want to aak bow
many of yon is mechanics and
workmen here in the city- of
Kaboka? Will you kin’ly raise
yere bin’s?’’
Forty or fifty of the hands
went up.
"And how many of you,"
Pevely continued, "is farmers
that tills the soil and as tny frien"
says, has made this nation great?
Will all the farmers raise their
hands?"
Not leu than 300 haoda abot
upward.
"Now, gentlemen," pursued
Pewjy, opening the blue volume
which be held in bis bands, and
which I had left him perusing
the night before. “I’ll jest ask
you to turn over to page IS3 and
find ont bow yon all stand with
yore candidate. Yon that is
mechanics and workmen in the
city kin find out just how much
be prizes yon. You will see on
page 153 that he takes and com
pares you all and compares tbe
cow punchers with each other.
Now 1 set up about half the
night rcadin’ this over and over,
and I ain’t much on reading, but
if you’ll bear with me, as the
preacher says, ler a minute, I’ll
try an’ read it to you tbe best 1
know how. Now here’s what
be says about them there cow
punchers—he says:—and Pevely
read -slowly and in the most
labored way as follows:
"When drunk off the vallaio
otis whisky of the frontier towns,
they cut mad antics ridin’ their
horses into tbe saloons, firin’
their pistols right and left, from
boisterous light-heartedness
rather than from aoy vicioosness,
and indulgin' too often in dead
ly sbootin’ affrays, brought on
either by tbe accidental contact
of the moment on account of
some long standing grudge, or
perhaps because of bad blood
between two localities; but ex
cept while on these sprees they
sir <]uiet, rather self contained
men,perfectly frank and simple,
and on their own ground treat a
stranger with the moat whole
souled hospitality, doing all in
theirpower fey him and scornin’
to take any reward in return.
Although prompt to resent an in
jury, they are not at all apt to be
rude to outsiders, treatin’ them
with whit kin almost he railed
> grave courtesy.” P e v e 1 y
paused for a moment and re
marked: "Now that tbair is
what Miater Roosevelt says a
bont them cow pnnehen, and I
would take it that tbey’s a toll
able tough crowd, wouldn’t you?
1 don’t reckin’ any of yon all
want to 'sociatc with fellers
that ride into town emptyiu’
both revolvers into the bodies of
peaceable, law-abiding citizens,
an’ comtnitin’ murders jest far
(un and tidin’ into barrooms and
soakin’ lull o’ villianous whisky
to go out and shed more blood—
would you think them good
enough 'sociates fer you?”
"Well." said Pevely, bending
over the bine book oace more,
"I’ll go right on where 1 left off
and read you wbat he says com
parin’ them wild, ragin’,
shootin’ ruffians with peaceable
mechanics and workmen of the
cities and farmers of the coun
try. He seems to think a whole
lot more o’ them fellers than he
does of you all. Here’s what he
says: He says:
' ‘They air ranch better fellers
and pleasanter companions than
•mall farmers or agricultural
laborers; nor air the mechanics
and workmen of a great city to
be mentioned in the same
breath.’ "
reveiy looked at tbc crowd
expectantly. "What do you all
think o' that!" he demanded:
"They air much better fellers
snd pleasanter companions than
•mall (armera or agricultural la
borers; nor air the mechaoies
and workmen of a great city to
be tneutiooed in the same breath.
Well. w«n. 1 reckin’ ka ain’t got
mnch one fer yon all I
"Look to yore right towards
the broad aweepfo* prarles of
IlltnoT, tilled by yon ail that
Has made tbia neat land; look
to the neat fin'i of Iowey a*
bova you and we how you all
have made tbe prosperity of
that thair land; look to the
West tb’ougb Kansas slid sac
how you have labored and (west
out thair to make it great, and
yea, by thunder, you farmers
has made every State ia the ol’
Union an' made the Republicsn
and Democratic parties tb'owed
in. And you mechanics and
workmen of the city, of tbia
great city of Kahoka, tbe coua
ty wat o’ Clark County, and
New York, and Chicago and ol*
St. Louis and K. C. and every*
wkair—look and aec what you
have done—you have made tbe
cfliea great while the farmer
was buildin’ up the country—
and what does Mr. Roosevelt
have to say of you all. He says
be thinks you all ain’t fit fer his
society; that you ain't as good
as them murderin', ahootin*
rough riders that be takes to hi*
bosom. Them cow punchers ia
enough fer him, but you ain’t
aa good as them. You ain’t
good company. You ain't good
fellers like they air. Yore hos
pitality ain't worth nothin, by
the aide of their rootin' tootin'
wild hurrays and yore candidate
» HU. 1UU inuw II Rlu l M3,
but that's what he says. tie
look* down on yon all, bat he
»eys them cow panchers is the
finest people in the wort'.
Read the Short Works of Rooec
velt ag’in. "They air mneb
better fellers and pleasanter
companions than small farm
ers.-”
But Pevcly Sadden got no
further. A wild yell broke from
bis audience. A dozen of the
little blue volumes were thrown
high in the air. The concen
trated gloomy anger which had
gradually accumulated during
his speech vented itself now in
fury. Somebody yelled,
"Where’s that fellow Jones that
sold ’em to us?” and an excited
rash made over to the spot
where Jones bad stood. Bat
the wily Honorable Charley
Jones had disaapeared long ago.
"Let's bnrn ’em I” cnea a
voice, and immediately the cry
was ‘taken up. "Burn ’em!
Burn ’em!” In leas time than
it takes to tell it the hundreds
of bine volumes were piled high
in the street and a man ran into
a near store, returning with a
can of kerosene, which he
cmpuea upon u»e pue. And ti
er patriot supplied the match,
•nd soon the crowd fell back,
leaving a wide apace about a
fire which ahot upwards in
bright red and a volume of
blackest smudge—and, I may
add, the most insufferable
stench, due doubtless to the
chemicals in that gaudy blue
covering.
A good many of the farmers,
after the conflagration had
burned Jown to a black heap,
returned forthwith to their
homes in Clark county; but
some of them stayed for the
great Republican rally in tbe
afternoon. They were a down
hearted lot. Toe atmosphere
in tbe park where the meeting
was held seemed to bear the
temperature of the severe frost.
The disastrous business of the
morning had disaffected and
sickened the people’s beans and
no amount of afternoon fire
works could wank them.
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Sobscribc to Tint Qaskttk.
Tbe Bank of Mount Airy was
granted a charter Tuesday. Tbe
capital stock la $25,000. M. J.
Byerly is tbe principal in
corporator.
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*la»l«l **—— «
Evidence Uut cotton m—tfnr
taring In New England ia doom
ed, and that before long the
Sooth will have practically a
monopoly of the cotton masnlac
taring industry, has been accu
mulating for a long time, bat it
has been left for Providence (R.
I-) Board of Trade Journal to
clinch the evidence.
In a lata issue the Journal
breaks forth in a moot significant
appeal to tfaa baoking interests,
capitalists and people of New
England to coma to the relief of
the situation down there, by ad
vancing money enough to mod
ernise the New England plants.
A short while back, comparative
ly speaking, when the idea of
the South's competing with New
England in cotton goods was
broached, it provoked a
derisive smile from the down
East mill magnates. Now the
Journal voices a wail of despera
tion from them. So earnest and
so impressed with the serious
ness of conditions is our con
temporary that at times ft falls
little short of being frantic and
hysterical. After berating those
•n its section interested lu the
industry tor "sitting supinely
down and bemoaning fate.” the
Journal says: "If oar people,
our bankers and every man in
terested in prosperity of New
England will awaken to our dan
ger we can take on a new lease
of life."
Then our contemporary says
that every New England mill
most be re-equipped with modem
up-to-date machinery, that own
er* of plants must scad to
the scrap heap every boiler
and loom that is not producing
the highest results, and that, tf
necessary, stock holders arast
forego dividends for a while.
Aa the Journal secs it, that is
the only way to stop the sooth
ward trend of cotton tnanufac
taring capital and prevent the
industry from following the
coarse of the New England iron
"and other manufacturing enter
prises’ which have deserted that
part of the country.
The Journal's art veal is tants
mount.to a confession to that, if
New England is to compete with
the South in this matter, she
will virtually have to upbuild
her cotton manufacturing indus
try anew. And meantime, even
if its appeal is responded to,
what will the South be doing?
Erecting new mills and supple
menting Her invasion of the
world’s markets for the coarser
grades of goods with an invasion
of them with the finer grades.
What with the raw material
ngbt at her doors, longer hours
of labor and more tractable labor
it would appear that tbc South
mast continue to have lead
which in no event New England
will be able to overbike. The
desperate hope of the Journal
none the less, the clock has
struck for the New England
mills. _.
TawbCiXttL
A Kansas woman wanted a
set of false teeth, sad wrote to a
Topeka dentist t h n a: "My
mouth is three inches acrost,
five-eights thru the jowl. Some
hnmraocky on the aige, shaped
somethin’ like a hoes shoe, toe
forard. If yon want me to be
more particular. I’ll have to
eome np thar."
Col. W. E. Holt was yester
day elected President of the
Commercial National Bank at
Charlotte to succeed the late
Mr. I. S. Spencer.
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