��� ���������' , nbw toBmnftit, b. c; canada. PRICB: TBH CENTa :vi i ui ii ii. in ji DECEmBER, 1901 ���SSEZ. Lowrrv's U.aim is published every month at New Denver, B. C, Canada. "It is devoted to Truth and Humor. It has no press or trust list, but is sent free to all persons over 100 years of age. It is a Sham Ct usher, and will fight all frauds to a red finale. It costs $i a year in any part of this world, but lack of mail facilities prevents it being mailed to Mais, Hades and-other out-of-the-way places. All agents can make 25 cents upon each subscription obtained. Advertising rates are $2 an inch each insertion, and no cut is made for time or position. If you desire this journal do not depend upon your neighbor, but send in your white or green dollar before the thought grows cold. The flame editor shoves the pen on this journal and The New Denver Ledge, so do not confound your orders when send- ing in your collateral. R. T. LowBRY. New Denver. B. C. Be good, and you will know that heaven reaches to this earth. The bible says that it is the same to Kill an ox as it is a man, yet many Christians keep butcher shops. A limited number of advertisements will lie inserted in this journal. The price is $2 an inch each insertion. Any church that would have married people live together when love is dead is false to the best interests of the human race. Many a man who prays long and loud to Jesus seldom washes his feet.and has a breath rotten enough to taint any small atmosphere. Lotteries and bunco games are prohibited, yet priests are still allowed to raise monev,by pretending to lie able to get souls out of purgatory. ^ In China, the pictures of Christ and the apostles L> cue Catholic churches are adorned with pigtails. The Chinese cannot savey any deity without that appendage. Toronto papers are worried over the excess of gambling in B. C. They probably forget the days when tbey boosted for the open mining stock games in that city. \ <S> % In New England the Reformed Presbyterian church will not allow its members to become citizens of the United" States, because that country says nothing aloiP (rod in its constitution. * Spiritualists say that Czolgosz shot McKinley while under the influence of some departed spirit desiring revenge, probably Bresci. If this should be true how can anyone guard against being possessed by evil spirits ? Shut them out by exercising the will power, and only thinking thoughts that purify and elevate the inner man. Spokane is highly incensed over the wine room evil, bat has not a word to say about the open gambling houses. Gambling is run on the square in these houses, but its withering effect is seen ou many a blanched countenance in the streets of that beautiful city. Like strong drink it cannot lie indulged in without ruin to those who cannot dally with any passion in moderation. It hurts the poor more than the rich, and that is why Dutch Jake and his class have so many diamonds. =c=�� 3= * . tlie prin- ���fSpf* w*4ff>'$*&*>' He who, however limited may be his capacities, and however humble may be his social position, is true to the gift that is in him, and tries, with such helps as he .ve, to carry out ciples of -religior.; aM vhK-J daily conduct, has in bim something akin to the touch o�� jgtofst, and is a fellow-worker wsm prophets and apostles, reformers an# saints.���Thomas Sadler/ Love others by ceasing' tor lorii yourself, and in doing so yon will live intensely; for you will have within you not only yourWn life, but also the lives of all whom yon i bless by love. That is the best religion, the life of Christ, the irery life of God.���Stopford A. Brooke. It is- not enough to have the love and do the dgty in silence. We live not by bread alone, but b\ every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of those we love. Out of the month���it is the spoken love that feeds. It is the kindness offered that furnishes the house.��� W. C. Gannett. "Darling," he said, "there is a dark spot in my past life which I am afraid you will not overlook.'' "Do not despair,'' she replied. "I will marry you; no matter how dissipated you have been." The man at her side shuddered. "Alas P' he cries, "it is not that. But I was once a member of the Y.M.C.V He who sits down in a dungeon which another has made has not such cause to bewail himself as he who sits gown in a dungeon which he has |hus lakde for himself. Poverty and destitution .are sad things; but there is no such poverty, there is no such destitution, as that of a covetous and worldly heart. Poverty is a sad thing; but there is no man so poor as h^yvho is poor in his. affections and virtues. '*?< *�� * t 1 ''* ��� , ���>*����� h93* X. .����� h> ��S t/>WttElY,8 CiAlM. 4m x Gone to thc Dogs By 6. H. Windie *'&��-*<&��>K*5<K'&'!-;>fc'��'; Newppji-5, R. I., is the most fashionable summer resort in America. If a man has less than a million, ~he shims the place as one would the rendezvous of Pestilence and Death. To pass the season at Newport,you must have something to spend and spend it. Before one can feel at home with the people who spend their summers at this resort, he must be able to tide through his plethoric purse rich increment from the toil of 20,- 000 men. Then, when the thermometer registers 106 in the shade, he leaves these creators of wealth to sweat and swelter at the forge, in mill, in mine and factory, while he hies away to Newport,* there to loll in the lovely lap of luxury. Old Sol may then turn his garish gaze upon the swooning gardens, or hot winds wither the beautiful banners of the corn, as if they were smitten by the burning breath of hell, but what cares he for these things. Whether reading, eating, or sleeping, he basks in the cooling zephyrs of electric fans, and drenches, at frequent intervals, his internal anatomy with sherbet, sherry and champagne. Pierre Lorillard used to boast when at Newport that he spent for his own comfort $1,000 a day. A brace of these lazy swells and a couple of brazen bawds frequently blow in the price of a farm in one evening's debauch. Some decent people doubtless visit Newport, but they soon become too louesome%to stay. * Newport has also become a* sort of international matrimonial mart, where millionaire mammas go to purchase titles of nobility which are kept in "broken" lots for sale to the highest bidder. At Newport cash not only talks, it sparks. It was here that Anna Gould found her bum count, and Consuela Van- derbilt caught a "jook." But, strange to say, you cannot find on the bargain counters at Newport a single sample of feminine nobility from the land of countless counts, dudish dukes and pauper princelings. Everylhing on sale there is of the emasculated masculine, gem- derless gender. Let none imagine that I censure these broken and brainless counts and dukes for trading their threadbare and worthless titles for a "rag and a bone and ;��� hank o1 hair,'' with perquisites to the tinkling tune of a million or two. It shows that they carry around something more than hot mush under their No. 5 headgear. With tbem marriage is a serious business proposition. But what shall lie said of the young lady, who sells, or |>er- mits herself to be "sold," or traded for such cattle. Morally she is no better than the bawd from Iioiler avenue, whose price is a dollar bill. A wise man would never think of going to Newport to find a wife. Not that it is impossible for female members of the ''400" to be virtu ous, but it is improbable. Life in "high places" is degrading and dangerous to morals. Among the "swell set" dress, or, rather, lack of dress,is demoralizing. Eve used fig leaves to conceal her charms. Modern society ladies dress in a way to emphasize and expose thei rs ���if they have any. A truly modest, womanly woman could not be induced to button the neck of her dress around her waist, thus exposing her solar plexus to the vulgar gaze. This brand of "high style" makes the chaperon a necessity in upper tendom. The gay and giddy gals, reared in the atmosphere of Martin- Bradley balls, Seedy dinners, ancl Newport dog banquets, cannot be trusted for a moment with their .��� .1.. IbtccKkiuth, lito own virtue. The blue bloods with whom they swop slobber, gad and giggle are as devoid of chivalric honor as Old Sir Thomas Cat. Society at the top and bottom is rotten. Of course there are exceptions, but you will find more honor at the bottom than you will at the top. Would you seek social purity and stainless honor, you will find it among the middle class���the common people. Here, too, you will find exceptions. Every man, in whatever station of life, desires to look upon his sister as a queen of all the virtues, upon his sweetheart as a paragon of purity, upon his wife as a spotless priestess of love, and upon his mother as an angel. A home where these ideals are realised, is heaven. Where destroyed, it is a hell. For these* reasons I abhor everything that tends to degrade true womanhood. Convince a man that his mother is a scarlet woman, aud his wife a bawd, and vou transform earth ' 9/ into a veritable hell, and let slip the dogs, despair, desolation and degradation. There is nothing higher in heaven than woman. There is nothing lower in perdition. Woman, wife and mother, these are the sweetest, holiest words that ever fell from the lips of men,or blossomed on the tongues of angels. Solomon the wise said: "Who can find a virtuous woman? Her price is far aliove rubies. The heart of her husliand doth safely trust her. She socket h wool and flax ancl worketh willingly with her hands. "She riseth also while it is yet night,and giveth meat to her household, ancl a portion to her maidens. She layeth her hands to the spindle and her hands hold the distaff. "She makei b herself coverings of tapestry. Strength and honor are her clothing. She openeth her mouth with wisdom and her tongue is the law of kindness. "She looketh well to the ways of her household and eatcth not the ���'% btClkBKk, 1901.J tOWfife^S CtAttt. *�� . bread of idleness. Her children (not dogs) rise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her." It is needless to say that the woman here described by Solomon could not if she would, and would not if she could, break into Newport society. Marriage for place, and power, cash or titles, is legalized prostitution. Children born of such wedlock are few ancl, as a rule, idiotic, or vicious. I say "few," for the reason that such people usually prefer dogs to children. Dogs are all right in their place, but it is a crime to permit them to usurp the liaby's place in our affections. People who like dogs more than they do children, are more clog than human. As we have seen, modern society has a dogward tendency. In confirmation of this observation we submit two conspicuous examples. The first scene is laid in Chicago. The other in Newport. Every winter the "infantry of the snow," and the cavalry of the north wind drives thousands of unfortunate, friendless, homeless people into the great cities. Anticipating the usual influx of these derelicts, Chief O'Neil recently issued an order to have all such met at the gates and turned back to die. For this he has been applauded by the cruel and thoughtless. Many ministers shouted their approval from the pulpit. Yet if these preachers tell us the truth, the tattered tramp bas a priceless soul, worth every whit as much in the eyes of God as the soul of earth's highest purple-clad king, upon whose brow rests the diamond studded diadem of power and regal splendor. Aliout the time Chief O'Neil published his warning to derelicts there was organized in Chicago among society leaders a cat and dog protective association. The object of this organization is to care for the tramp dogs and cats that drift into Chicago during the winter. A nice home has been provided, and they are being comfortably housed and fed, while human beings for whom Christ died, are hounded as criminals and driven into the bleak prairies to freeze and starve. I have no objection to their caring for lost cats and homeless dogs, but it disgusts me to see these dog- hearted people lavish tbeir love upon tramp curs while unfortunate men and women, and little children, shiver in the wintry wind, and suffer in silence at their very doors. At Newport last summer society went to the dogs with a vengeance. At the height of the social .season leaders of the "400" conceived a new idea. It nearly blew off their top-knots���this "new idea." Having tried everything else, why not give a dog banquet ? It took like wild-fire. Every aristocratic dog in the colony was invited and told to bring their masters, mistresses, or, to be more explicit, lackeys along. A feast fit for kings was spread. The dogs came."Blanche, Tray, Sweetheart," and all. They were clad in evening suits, and their necks were ornamented with jeweled collars, pearls, and glittering gems. Course after course of the most costly viands money could buy was served. They washed it clown with champagne at $25 a bottle; dog and master drinking from the same glass. No wonder the world is full of people who would like to be J. Pierpont Morgan's clog. I make no war on dogs, but when society leaders sink to their level, by the splendor of God they shall know what one man thinks of them. Tliese degenerates should lie made to feel the scorpion lash of public scorn. Could I wield a pen of lightning and had words of vitriol numberless as the stars, and all space in which to write them, I could not fitly excoriate the kings and queens of snoboeracy who reign at Newport, make merchandise of marriage, revel in vice, trample upon 'the rights of man, grind the faces of the poor and banquet dogs, with money unjustly wrung from the sunbrowned sons of toil. ���" " % * His mamuage pee. A poor couple living in the Emej^ aid Isle went to the priest for mar^V riage, and were met with a demand for the marriage fee. It was not forthcoming. Both the consenting parties were rich in love and in their prospects, but destitute of financial resources. The father was obdurate. "No money, no marriage.'' "Give me l'ave,your riverence," said the blushing bride, "to go and get the money.'' It was given, and she sped forth on the delicate mission of raising a marriage fee out of pure nothing. After a short interval she returned with the sum of money, and the ceremony was completed to the satisfaction of all. When the parting was taking place, the newly- made wife seemed a little uneasy. "Anything on your mind, Catherine?" said the father. "Well, your riverence, I would like to know if this marriage could not be spoiled now?" "Certainly not, Catherine. No man can put you assunder." "Could you not do it yourself, father? Could you not spoil the marriage?" "No, no, Catherine. You are past me now. I have nothing more to do with your marriage." "That.aises me mind," said Catherine, "and (Jod bless your riverence. There's the ticket for your lA# I picked it up in the lobby anu)pawned it." Sacred aro the lips from which has issued only truth. Over all wealth, above all station, above the noble, the robed and crowned, rises the sincere man. Happy is the man who neither paints nor patches, veils nor veneers. Blessed is he who wears no mask. *f 0r -'�� ���*,*aiw a ��� / a##*��***A :"��� 100 LOWmtY'S CLAIM. ���**��� Ritualism's DeGliRe By Wm. M��GAdams *>*; >K <K *K �� >S,!.:*'S�� Dean Farrer, of Canterbury, the Omega of the Church of/England, has arrived at the conclusion that the Episcopal church is losing its grip with the working people and he lays it all onto an excess of ritualism. To a certain extent the Dean is right, but it took him a long time to catch on. The church is certainly losing its grip. Outside of the Salvation Army, which is inherently a band of comrades wherever religious democracy prevails, all the churches are losing their grip, and the fact that this loss of prestige is not limited to the Episcopal denomination, but extends to others with simpler forms, proves that the Dean is out in his calculation when he says that the high church performance of worship is the direct cause of the large secession among the proletariat. Of course no sane man would confound the ritualism of surplice choirs, mythological sacraments and priestly incantations with a religion of the soul, and none but the ignorant or the hypocritical take kindly to these spectacular devotions. Such things are merely an outgrowth of the usages of darker days, when the Vikings worshipped their Valhallah in drunken orgies and the Druids conjured beneath the mistletoe. The difference lies only in the fact that the bread and wine feature is a modern manifestation, whereas the Norsemen's religious debauches and the Druidical ceremonies were the product of barbaric minds, l'he advance is only to the civilized from the barbarous. Modern religion is made up of such things. Christmas, for instance, is borrowed in toto from the Norsemen, and it no more represents the date of Christ's nativity than it does the birthday of Kris Kringle. Christmas among th�� Noi-se was supposed to represent the time when the sun started north, and they celebrated it by a big feast at which they welcomed a new year and a coming spring. The Norse were slightly out in their astronomy as the sun had 9/ already got three or four days start on its northern tour before they celebrated the event, but these early Scandinavians probably fell heir to the date and the ceremony from some pre-historic sun worshippers, just as the Christians afterward borrowed both from the Vikings, and then threw in the yule log and the mistletoe to complete the combination. From customs like these we get our modem ritualisms. Such ceremonies change and transmagnify to suit the times, and while the mythological moral may be altered beyond recognition the ceremony frequently outlives the race and the civilization which originated it. This is clearly exemplified in the Christian application of the old Hebrew sacrificial ceremony. Probably a thousand years from today, when Dean Farrer is forgotten among the in numerable has-beens, and his church is hardly remembered in history, the cannibalistic metaphor of eating and drinking the body and blood of Christ will be regarded with something like the same abhorrence that the twentieth century Christian experience* when he contemplates the horrors of the Aztec sac- rifical stone, which is still intact and retained as a historic curiosity in the city of Mexico. However, these are sentiments that will hardly break in on the privacy of Dean Farrer's conscience or that of any other professional religionist, and consequently the priesthood stands but little chance (Dictum, ial of ever understanding or appreciating the aversion of the lay mind toward ritualism and formulated religion. But the Dean is only half right when he attributes the defection\ ' the masses to a hatred for ritualism. There are other reasons why the people have left the church, and the greatest of these* is that the church left the people years and years ago. The Reverend Dean of Canterbury is no more one of the people today than were the chief priests and serilies on terms of fraternity with the fishermen who became Christ's apostles. Farrer is attempting the impossible task of being a reformer without tieing a comrade. No one ever accomplished this, and the I)ean of Canterbury can no more" accomplish it than he can alter the law of gravity. His patronizing solicitude for the welfare of the common herd is made grotesque and horrible by the fact that Farrer sits among kings and rulers, protected by a princely salary from want or the fear of want, while within the shadow of his sanctuary walls better men might starve or freeze unbeknown to the great man of God. Dean Farrer is not the kind of man who will save the world, and if his church is losing its grip it is a hopeful sign of the time*, no matter what the cause may l>e. Priests who accept large salaries to offer proxy prayers for an aristocracy of wealth arc rogue's,alt hough they may shroud themselves in a cloak of self-righteousness and run a bluff on their conscience that they are living a life of devotion. There is no Christianity in a man who will minister to the mighty for a consideration, while the meek and lowly whom .Jesus loved Stand outside the gates like' Lazarus of old. No station is so high, no power so great, no character so unblemished, as to exempt men from the attacks of rashness, malice, or envy. ���lu vestigator. iii DBCBMBRa,1901.) LOWERY'S CLAIM. 101 Gold and Prayer. Taking into consideration that it is generally conceded that no man can take treasure into heaven through the grave route it is surprising how some priests worship gold. The American War broke Dennis O'Flynn, and drove him north into a little town in Pennsylvania,where he struggled hard to keep his family of nine in porridge. His son Mike helped a little by lighting the fires in the Catholic church, for which he received his daily dinner. The faith did not awe little Mike very much for he burned up many a pound of blessed candles in lighting the fires. For 30 years old Jimmie Downs had lieen sexton of this church for which he received 40 dollars a month, and as he boarded with the priest and wore his old clothes he hardly ever parted with a dollar. The day came when old Jimmie had to cash in and quit this mundane sphere. In a little back room he lay dying, attended only by the woman who made the beds, and little Mike. As death cinched Jimmie he whispered, between gasps, "Me money, under tbe church." The woman, amid her sobs, for she liked Jimmie, did not hear it, but Mike did, and he searched for gold after he had lit the fires. One clay Mike saw the priest, down on his knee*, with a lighted candle in his hands, eagerly searching for the hidden treasure. Mike made a noise and the priest disappeared. Some days later Mike saw a black nail sticking out high up in a dark passage under the church. With the aid of an altar boy he procured a box, climbed on top of it so that he could reach the place back of the black nail. Here he found a sack filled with $10, $20 and $50 pieces. When he lifted the sack it burst and the gold in a yellow shower fell all over the Other hoy. They had uo thought of themselves in the matter, but filled their hats with the powerful stuff and ran to the priest. This good man did not give them a sou, although Mike's apparel was in the last stage of consumption, but quietly said that he would now pray for the repose of old Jimmie's soul. That was the last heard of the treasure, and little Mike went on lighting the fires never thinking that $12,000 was a pretty stiff price for hoisting old Jimmie's soul to the higher levels, while so many mortals on earth flapped their rags in the chilly blast, and filled their stomachs on hope, slightly touched with cold potatoes. A Weak Parson. Not so many moons ago, a very young girl bent upon sitting behind a red curtain came to Nelson and entered a Lake street resort. The landlady, in whose heart lingers stringers of kindness, desiring to save the girl from the crimson trail that so often ends in hell, locked the foolish damsel in a room and telephoned to one of the city parsons to come to the rescue. Now here was an opportunity to save a soul and body from trailing in the mire caused by our wrong social system, but the parson did not fly. He was afraid that someone might talk if he was seen going into a maison de joie in daylight, so he turned the job over to the Salvation Army and the girl was saved. It is not necessary to roast this parson. He lacks the nerve to fight sin wherever found, and like many others, prefers to hand salvation to When you are in Nelson, B.C. Hotel The table still holds its reputation, and prices are moderate. Our wet goods are not beaten anywhere in B. C. those who wear white frills rather than dig in the muck for the souls that need a strong hand to drag them from the whirlpool of degradation���sexual or otherwise. ***., ���j ���v Ho Heed of Pira^etr. Deacon Ebony���I hab no^ seen you at ouah revial meetin's, Mistah Black. Mistah Black���Wot foh I want ob revival meetin's? Deacon Ebony���Don't you ebber pray? Mistah Black���No; I carry er rabbit's foot. Let us do the most we can to make the home a place where the children shall grow helpful,natural, happier, toward the noblest manhood and womanhood. Let us remember that it is the little things that make up the atmosphere. The kind word to the child, the little fault-finding, the little nagging��� it is just these little tiny things that make the comfort or discomfort of home.���Minot J. Savage. If we compare the present with the past, if we trace events at all epochs to their causes, if we examine the elements of human growth, we find that Nature has raised us to what we are, not by provisional expedients; and that the principle which in one age effected the advancement of a nation, in the next age retarded the mental movement, or even destroyed it altogether.��� Win wood Reade. If a girl came into town and said she was still a virgin, although she had given birth to a child, society would give her the laugh and push her out among the vags. Yet, a similar story is believed by millions of people outside of insane asylums. The secret of advertising is so simple that many persons miss it. It is merely telling what you have to offer, and making plain how you can benefit the buyer. 10�� LOWERY'S CLAIM. (DlClMBlB, WOl. Seriousness of Life By Br. J. E. Robert. **** ** *K *K <K �� *; Any belief having once become general becomes also imperious. It acquires authority through the numbers of its adherents. What is accepted by the many is believed by the many to be true. People love to be with the majority. It minimizes responsibility; it inspires confidence; it gives courage to the timid; it flatters the vain. The egotist may say, "The multitude believes as I do, therefore the multitude is right." The weak and wavering may say, "I believe as the multitude does, therefore I cannot be wrong." Thus widely held beliefs extend more widely ligious view-point as lieing evil in its origin and tragic in its end. If all that religion has said about life be true no sensible man would take the chances of being liorn if he could have talked with a preacher beforehand. Death is represented by religion as an unspeakable tragedy; rhetoric, imagery, and imagination have been taxed to represent its terrors; deep rivers flowing darksome into might, the precipice, the abyss, the stroke of the doom of judgment, the black coffin, the black hearse with black plumes. pain, threats, forebodings and mutteriugs of wrath to ceime, and all this is because religion lias been founded upon sacrifice and pain. The sombre thread carried by the religious shuttle may lie traced in many and widely different patterns. The spirit of gloom and pessimism is in perpetual conflict with the hope, with the cheer, and with the gladness of the world. The young mau is elaborately told that there is no chance today for the young man. Great combinations of energy and capital have reduced the industrial and commercial world to a machine and the best he can hope to do is to become a COg in some wheel. The young men, ambitious and struggling to acquire an edu- the black horses with black trap- j cation, are solemnly informed that the college men arc failures in this world's affairs, that it wants prac- pings, everything black aud for- stiil. Thus they increase and re- bidding, such is the cheerful en- sist change. The belief of the ma-j vironment which the Christian re- j tieal men, that if they wish to get jority erects a defense of respecta- ligiem has thrown around death, on in this world they would better bility behind which in safety the The Maker of the world has been! leave the college hall and ge.t out unthinking, the frivolous, the zea-j represented as infinitely unattract- ; and study the great life of man ami lots may hurl their weapons of jive; as a world-maker he was a the world. Over ancl again men contumely and scorn at those who differ from the majority. The Infidel, the heretic, has been the man who disagreed with the multitude. From the Galilean's time through all the ages the Infidel has been the man with opinions of his own. We are indebted to religion for a profound and subtle pessimism. Religion has been founded upon the glorification of sacrifice and the apotheosis of sorrow. There never was a religion that possessed the element of humor. The prophets are represented as long-bearded, solemn men, unacquainted with the joys of life. It is part of the business of the priest to look uncomfortable and sad, and be compelled to go away from home to have a good time. Children are taught to look with especial reverence upou the well-meaning, sweet-souled,but deluded women who garb themselves in mimic chains ancl sackcloth and go about as the perpetual murderers of joy for Christ's sake. Life is represented from the re- failure; a |>air of innocent and > and women who have made ship- guileless human beings together; wreck of hope and happiness and with a snake robbed the creator of love rise up to encourage the world a world; then the maker of all Ik*- I with the statement that there is no came the avenger, the destroyer; such thing as happiness in this he summoned to his aid floods to world; marriage is a desperate fail- diown, pestilence to wither, disease! ure; over and again solemn phil- to devour, and fire to consume, all I osophers seriously argue the -|iies- ln vain as far as the betterment of the world was concerned. Then, in order to save something from the { infinite wreck, he made a desperate resolve to try once more; disguising himself as man he came into the world and was impaled upon a cross until dead; he died for the world he had made aud lost. Such is the marvelous story religion has told about the infinite. In whatever tion whether or not life is worth living. 1,00k where we may we find the same gloom. The microscopist takes his instrument, and after years of study give* the cheerful information that the air and water, fruit and vegetable's and meat are absolutely teeming with countless million forms e>f life. He takes a particle eif grape sugar and puts it under a direction we look there is the same! jioworful glass, and if you look at gloom, the same pessimism, the same unspeakable despair. The teachings regarding life, being bom, dying, the world, the future of God, are all full of shadow. There is nowhere any light, or laughter, or cht;er,or joy; everywhere terror, anguish! fear and it you think that to eat that would be equivalent to eating a menagerie. A drop of water under a microscope makes erne almost resolve not to drink water lest he have sea serpents. The telescope tells no more reassuring story. The scientists have figured out the * DBCBMBRR. 1901.) LOWEBY'S CLAIM. 10s rate of evaporation of the water from the surface of the globe as compared with the amount of water the globe contains and find, or pretend to find,that if the present rate of evaporation continues the time will arrive when all the water of the globe will be exhausted; then all life must perish,the entire earth become a barren desert glowing like a furnace. Other scientists find,or pretend to find, the amount of heat coining to this planet from the sun, and, after computing the amount of heat the sun possesses, find a time in the future when it will be exhausted, and then the earth, receiving no more sustaining heat from the central orb, must perish, the world lie frozen solid to the center, a globe of death glistening with frost. And still there are ot hoi's who pretend to find that the old world's orbit is gradually inclining toward the central orb; that it is showing signs e>f hesitancy, ancl they find ground for predicting that at some future moment this glolie, bearing its burden of life, will plunge headloag into the sun ancl be consumed. Science has been infected with the disease along with religion. There is yet another phase of the sombre view; it is to be seen in the reformers of modern times. Some people, impatient with the slow moral progress of the world, appeal to legislatures; having exhausted their claims or their iniiuence with providence, they appeal to the congresses and legislatures to enact laws to bring in the reign of justice, righteousness and love. Still others Impatient at the slow movement of legislatures and the doubtful operation of laws, take the tomahawk themselves to usher in the kingdom of peace ancl good will. Everywhere may be seen signs of the dubious feelings that tend toward or border upon despair. Few are sounding the note of gladness, of hope, of possible joy. All of this habit of pessimism and despair is traceable directly or indirectly to the influence of religion, out of whose teachings has come the mischievous habit of taking the world too seriously. From the view-point of religion, not only God but life itself is tragic and a failure. It begins with a curse and ends with a doom. There is nothing in it to inspire. This interpretation of life grows out of the pessimism that all religion has rooted itself in. There are some things to be considered about life that go strongly towards destroying the old persuasion. In the first place it does not have to be accounted for; it can no more be accounted for than can the origin of anything. Within the mysteries, insoluble and past finding out, lie tbe beginnings of all things. With matter, with intelligence, with the universe, life has its origin, and that does not destroy the fact that it is part of a great plan. We are no more responsible for the life we live���that is, for the individual fact of life���than we are for the facts of the universe or of the world. We are here as life, not simply as witnesses of it,not simply to philosophize about it; we are it, we are life. We do not choose it or plan it, it wasn't a matter of volition with us,it was thrust upon us. There is no reason, no sense in looking upon it from a religious standpoint and counting it a miserable tragedy born with a curse and swiftly speeding on to an infinite doom. Philosophy does not break down if it fails to account for the origin or the outcome of life. The great fact is life here and now; the business is not to save it for some other world, or to explain its mysteries lief ore it began to lie; the great business is to make life life, to enlarge, extend, and fulfil it, to bring it up to the highest possible measure of its possibilities, to instil into it and extract from it the secret and solace of happiness and of joy, not to think only of the external thing of being saved, to be saved for some other world, to be re deemed from some past curse. To conceive of it as being continued forever under the immanent hand of death is to destroy much of its energy and power. Nothing can make it not to have been. Religion has never yet begun to reveal to man the dignity and grandeur of life; it has made him a seeker after something in the beyond, a terrified fugitive from something in the past. It never has had the ability or the courage to set man square upou his feet, fill - his face and cover his forehead with the light of the sweet heavens and bid him hope and dare and be strong. But in the darkness, in the gloom, in the morbid introspection, in self-distrust, through penance and pleading and prayers, religion has sought to make us white as snow and fit us to grow wings for some other world. The idea is fundamentally wrong. We want life now; we want it here, we want it in large, abundant measure, with health and happiness and energy and strength and intelligence and common sense. If there is another world we shall want the same things there. I know well that misunderstanding is bound to arise when we come to speak about the religious interpretation of what is called sin, but I stand here to say that the dogmas of our religion have created an infinite bugbear about human sin. How or why they did it, what their motive or reasons were, it may not be necessary or even competent to inquire, but all their conclusions about sin rest upon hypotheses that will uot stond in the light of the intelligence of the world. All the vagaries, all the Christian conviction about sin and its consequences depend upon the hypothesis of the fall of man and the consequent curse pronounced upon the pair and the world by an angry God. If the intelligence of the world has abandoned anything of the past it has abandoned that old story about the introduction of evil into ihe ,-**'. IP �� 104 LOWERY'S CLAIM. f HKCBMniK. 11101. world in Paradise. The doctrine of sin in its fearful, tragic, infinite consequences, goes with the old Eden fable. The doctrine of the necessity of forgiveness by the Infinite Being and the doctrine that in order that he might forgive he nrist die himself, goes with the doctrine of sin. Is there anyone who cannot see that God does not need to forgive sin, that we may even say it is inconceivable that he could forgive sin? The forgiveness of sin involves two elements; one is the taking away of the consequences, that is, making it as though it had not been; the other element is the change in the mood, the mind, or disposition of the one who forgives. As to the tirst element, there is no reason to lielieve that God did, or does, or ever has, or ever will interfere to suspend the law of cause and effect; no reason to think that he will intervene between an act and its consequences; no reason to believe that there is any device schemed by the brain of theologian or priest whereby any sinner, great or small, can ever bridge over and cross without entering the abyss he has digged before his own feet. The sooner the world gets away frnm that idea the better for the world will it be. The other element of forgiveness is that God has changed his mood, on the face of the Infinite the frown of anger has changed to the smile of love. Does anyone believe that God alternates between smile and frown, between unreconciliation ancl reconciliation? Does any one believe that? Does any one believe that it was necessary for him to die in disguise in order that he might be kindly toward the creatures that he had made ? Does anybody believe that now ? The old doctrine of sin goes with the other superstitions of the past. This is in no sense minimizing the effects of wrong; in fact it is to increase them, it is to make those consequences more tragic because they are more inevitable and inescapable; it is simply saying that there is no charity scheme, there is no clearing-house where the balance can be made right, there is no blood of man or beast or angels or God shed for the remission of our sins, by virtue of which we may escape tbe reaping of the harvest that we have sown. It makes life, then, it makes religion not a frenzied search after salvation, it makes an eternal and august reckoning for man with the consequences of his eiwn elet'ds. It makes every man his own redeemer, his own savior, his own Christ. The view of death which the church and the world, following its example, have taken is, in my judgment, unnecessary, unnatural, and unfit to the maker e��f the world. The separation,the pain e��f parting, and the loss that death brings will never be removed in our present state of development. That will always remain. The tears, the agony, the grief, and the lonely way���nothing can l>e said or done to make that grief any the less poignant, unless perchance our friends the Spiritualists can Bome- time devise means or lead on to a development that will enable the living to commune with the dead. But all of the rest of the terror and the horror and the foretioeling about death can be and ought to be taken away. When a^ges have come and gone and intelligence, clear,reason, and common sense have struggled with the old superstitions aliout death which religion has inculcated then we may begin to look upon it from an entirely different viewpoint. Why should it lie held in horror? It is as much a part of the plan of nature as being lorn is. There is no reason to lielieve that it is coming with any sort of tragedy or surprise that any moment of life might not have brought, or that being born did not bring. The child bom into this world begins with an exceedingly limited experience. Ite life is intensely narrow, with no language but a cry and no need or longing or desire except for something to eat. Put there i�� the divinity of motherhood and the providence of love, and every want is anticipated and supplied. This is Nature's way. If religion had been able to say something aliout the horror and terror of entering this worlel through the gates of birth it would have made being lorn as terrible as going out of the world, but we knew something alout birth, and therefore the lips of the pessimists were sealenl. Knowing nothing alout death, they have simply garlied it in elarkest robes, in order that thev might put men through their fears and terrors under tribute. Nature has planned SO wisely and divinely for the introduction 9/ of the* newcomer into this world, whv mav we not assume that mi- ture has done something for the exit from this world and the entrance Upon another. Socrates, walking with unfaltering step to the dungeon where he was to drink the fatal cup, spoke with his friends in his simple and most natural way; there was no fe��ar. no Christian piety; he reminded one of his friends that he owed a trifle to a certain one of their mutual acquaintances, and asked him to sec that it was attended to; they sjoke to him altout the burial. "Oh," he said, "bury this body where you choose, but do not think you are burying Socrates." And finally he said. 'Wc go our ways. I to do, you to live; which is better, God only knows?'' There could Ih*. there can be no more worthy religion, there can be nothing presumably more honorable liefore the Infinite than the liven of men and women give'ii sob��ly tothe realization of life in its best, in its highest, in its noblest, to <*xalt and cultivate the influences that are sweet and fine, to sow with lavish and unstinting hand on thc broad field of the' world the seed of faith and hope and gladness, and to reap Dkckmrkr roi I LOWERY'S CLAIM. 105 I I from the sowing a hundred-fold; to get away from the fear,the morbidness, the pessimism, the despair, and the senselessness of superstition and religion, and to make life its own divinity,the world a heaven and happiness here. There may come some time a religion that will lie a religion of joy. Harps of happiness and crowns of rejoicing may yet Iw retained here. The pleasures e>f existence will not lie deferred to some remote and uncertain world. This earth will no longer be called the vale of tears ami the shadow of death, but will be a world filled with light and life, with happiness ancl with song. Through the hearts of men there will thrill a new hope, on the faces of men there will shine the light of a new heaven and a new earth. The symbols of sorrow will lie buried out of sight; the blood will no longer drip from the sacred gibbet, nor gods nor men will we*ar the perpetual crown of thorns. We will not approach the fullest destiny by the blood-tracked �� 9! way of anguish and of pain, but with glad and blithesome feet. The old world may yet blossom with 9, 9- gladness,the future have no threat, no fear, and the face of destiny wear a Btnile. Anarchy and Rum. "The Christian Nation," discussing Anarchy and Rum, says: "This nation believes that wine is a safe companion, but the demon of the cup laughs at the false confidence of the nation that lets it live to prey upon human lives. The murderer of the President came from Nowak's saloon. The anarchists of the Chicago Hay-market massacre came from the saloons, and when some of them were released from the prison at Joliet they got saloons of their own. Schwab, who was suspected of sharing in their plot,keeps a saloon in New York. Most has his headquarters and issues his1 incendiary paper, 'Freedom,' from a saloon, and the writer tracked him through three saloons one morning as Most went about among his flock. As the legitimate business of the country stood still while our President was laid away, the saloon went on. It was the clay of its victory, while with its red eyes it looked out on the streets leering at the nation that dares to trifle with its power. Czolgosz loses his life as the penalty of his crime, but what of that? The saloon is raising many children to prove to those who have sold it the right to live, while it robs the nations of their rulers and wives of their husbands, that it mocks at those that deride its power. It avails little to hang up effigies of the assassin, the child of the saloon, while the parent lives to multiply his kind. Hang up the saloon, and the race of anarchists will die. Wine is a mocker, and it jeers at us over the tomb. In a Bad Fix. A story is told of a young man who is very bashful. He called on a young lady to spend the evening, and when he got ready to leave he realized that a heavy rain was raging. He had no umbrella or rubber coat and when the girl's father asked bim to stay all night he readily consented. Next morning when he was invited to a seat at the table he very reluctantly consented. He was very nervous and agitated. He sat opposite a mirror and discovered tbat he had forgotten to comb his hair. Then he dropped his fork on the floor ancl as he stooped to pick it up he upset the coffee pot. Matters went from bad to worse until finally in despair, the young man quit eating and put his hands under the table. The loose end of the table cloth was lying on his lap, and when he touched it he turned pale. He thought it was his shirt, and that in his nervous excitement while dressing he had forgotten to put the garment inside of his trousers. These, he thought, accounted for the smiles and embarrassment. There was no time to lose. He hurriedly stuffed the supposed shirt into his trousers. Two minutes later when the family arose from the table there was a crash. The dishes lay in a broken mass on the floor. The young man pulled three feet of the table cloth out��of his pants and fled through the back door. The young lady he called on is open for engagement to a less nervous young man.���Ex. Houu the Other* Half Iii ves The teacher of an intermediate grade in a Milwaukee school the other day was "showing off" her pupils before a number of visitors. The spelling class was on the floor and one small, red-headed boy was given the word "introduction." He paused,twisted his lips,stared and then in a faltering way spelled it correctly, and seemed rather surprised that he had done it. "Do you know what that word means?" asked the teacher. "No'm." "What? You don't know what introduction means?" "No'm." "Well,now, I'll explain it to you. Does your mother have callers?" "Yes'm." "Well, now, suppose that two women came to call on your mother. Your mother knows one of the women, but doesn't knowr the other. She has never seen the woman, and doesn't even know her name. Now, how would she become acquainted with this woman and find out her name?'' "She'd send me out for a can of beer.'' Dogs that bark in the night are not allowed in Omaha without a muzzle. New Denver is still a wide open town. The dogs bark at night, the cats sing, the cows chew the posters on the wall, and the horses punch holes in the sidewalks. Nothing like freedom. fi That mint of Canada's seems to be a long time on the road. ,.�������� 106 LOWERY'S CLAIM. (DECBMBM.iroi Slave Labor Effects By Rachel Gampbell ^^^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ In saying that marriage is largely responsible for the low wages of women, I am not running atilt against that union which exists only in the dreams of poets. I mean marriage as it is exemplified in common usage, aud defined in lar opinion being that wives are a non-producing class of Ial Hirers, depending for support on the labor of their husbands. Many husbands, otherwise intelligent, whose wives toil early and late, honestly and conscientiously take to themselves common law; where woman is the whole credit of support ing their "given in marriage," and becomes a servant without wages in her husband's home. That a class of unpaid laborers will degrade any branch of industry in which they toil, has already been so clearly and forcibly shown in other departments, that we have only to apply families.ami not (infrequently their hard working, over-tasked wives share the delusion. Wives have worked so loug without wages,that "women's work." sweeping, dusting, cooking, etc..���the never-ending routine of house work that must be done in everv home, is not the same logic to this one, and the! regarded as labor exactly. It is an point is carried. In the old days, when abolition of negro slavery in inferior grade, lacking the dignity and importance of man's lalor.and the south was an unsettled ques-! when performed by a wife in her tion, we were told that slave labor! husband's bouse, had no financial tended to make the laboring white man poor and keep him so; and that free labor never can compete with slave labor without reducing the free laborer to a condition very little better than slavery. Under- *$ standing this principle, Northern working men are forming leagues value. There is, however, another wav in which wife labor tends to reduce the wages of working girls. The germ of independence has quickened in the' hearts of a large' majority of the wives of this age. They fee-1 bitterly the humiliation own condition, wives have crowded into this field of labor, destroyed the business of the shop-girl, compelled her to work more hours for less pay, and driven her to want, poverty, destitution and prostitution. It may perhaps be thought in- credible that the condition of working girls is as I have represented. I tell you it is even worse; it can never lie told, but must lie endured to be understood. Human speech cannot voice the long drawn out agony of a life, robbed of all the hopes and pleasures that make up the joy of living, and forced into a treadmill of constant toil for a tiare subsistence. The best years of my life have lieen dragged out in a New Hampshire cotton mill, so I know what I am talking about. New England people are naturally proud of their manufactories, and manv of them seem to think these 9/ are run by water power alone. This is a mistake, the water power only propels the machinery. Another force is requisite to make the machinery effective. A deep, full current of human life is constantly pouring in, as freely as water ancl almost lis fast. Women ami children especially, are lieing used up to resist the encroachment of con- e>f lieing obliged to ask for every ami worn out with a rapidity un vict labor, knowing that the kind! dime they may need, to explain of work done by unpaid convicts will lie so cheapened ancl degraded that free labor will lie driven from the field. Now, just as slave labor operates against free lalior, just as the prison system of offering cheap convict labor injures honest working men, just so wife labor affects free working women. It is the character rather than the name of anything that makes it either good or ill. The injury to labor is caused by having a class of unpaid laborers to compete with; and whether that class be called slave, convict, or wife, the ruinous effect on free labor remains unchanged. I am well aware that wives are not generally considered or thought of as a class of laborers, the popu- just what they wish to buy with it, and then argue the case to convince their husbands that the purchase is really necessary; ami to avoid the necessity of frequent tagging, they go out to the work-shops and get sewing to do at home. They cannot leave home and work in the shops, and in order to get the work they are obliged to underbid the shop-girl and reduce her already low wages a little lower still. Married women, doing cheap work at home, make it possible for manufacturers to get fine, white shirts made for a dollar a dozen, and tho other kinds of shop work at proportionally low rates. Full of their own sorrows,and adopting the only method they can hnd to better their thought of by those who look only on the surface of things. If the blood of all the victims,whose lives have been crushed ancl broken in the mills that stand em its banks, were spilled in its tide, the Merrimac river would flow on towards the Atlantic, as red as were the waters of the Seine on the morning of St. Bartholomew. Hut bbiocl- spilling is barbarous, and puritanical New England never tolerates barbarism. She freely grants to Capital a "bond" that enables it to take from labor the' "pound of flesh," but, because of her pious, puritan faith in her own righteousness, bloodshed is forbidden. The Yankee Shylock, however, has more inventive genius than the old Jew, and finds a way to enforce his DBCBMBBB 1901.) LOWERY'S CLAIM. 107 loud without either breaking the law or shocking public sentiment. Human strength and endurance are put to work against tireless machinery, in gas-poisoned rooms, until the flesh wastes and the check pales as the red bloeiel is gradually transmuted into sweat ancl tears, and a used operative quietly passes awav to make room for a fresh Bj hand. All the proprieties observed, and everything done "de'- oentlv and in order." 9/ I have no fault to fine] with the weirk in a cotton factory, in and of 9' itself. A reasonable amount of work, a reasonable number of hours for a day's lalor.and reasonable wages therefor would make of mill work pleasant and healthful employment. As it is, corporate greed has assigned to each operative t<Ki much work���too many spindles,too many frames, too many looms, etc., and insisted on t<o many hours in the day. and in the meantime little by little has reduced wages, till these mills, instead of being 'hive's of industry," as they are sometimes called, are become hells of torture where men are overworked, women are enslaved, and children sacrificed.��� From "The Prodigal Daughter.' From Ingersoll's rjCiritings. A hiving life is thc best religion. Fear is the dungeon ofthe mind. Imposture has always worn a crown. Civilization is the child e>f free thought. Worship is the bribe' that fear offers to power. Ile lows his country lie��st who strives to make it best. Honesty Is the oak around which all other virtues cling. Thc throne and altar are twins, vultures from the same egg. The bravest men are those who have the greatest fear of doing wrong. We rise by raising others���and he who stoops above the fallen stands erect. In all ages, hypocrites, called I sow the seeds of noble thoughts and when I came back to the sea and saw the old flag flying, it seemed as though the air, from pure joy, had burst into blossom. Nothing can be grander than to priests, have put crowns upon the heads of thieves, called kings. The home where virtue dwells with love is like a lilv with a heart of fire���the fairest flower in all the world. The lonely, the forsaken, hope for love. Hope brings the lover to their arms. They feel the kisses on their eager lips. I believe in the democracy ofthe familv. If in this world there is anything splendid, it is a home where all are eejuals. Let us lielieve that a noble, self- denying life increases the moral wealth of man, and gives assurance that the future will be grander than the past- Sincerity is the true and perfect mirror of the mind. It reflects the honest thought. It is the foundation of character, and without it there is no moral grandeur. When the will defies fear, when the heart applauds the brain, when duty throws the gauntlet down to fate, when honor scorns to compromise with death���this is heroism. I am in favor of taxation of all church property. If that property belongs to God he is able to pay the tax. If we exempt anything let us exempt the home of the widow and the orphan. I believe in the manly doctrine that every human being must bear the consequences of his acts, and that no man can be justly saved or damned on account of the goodness or the wickedness of another. I have been in other countries virtuous deeds, to liberate the bodies and the souls of men, to earn the grateful homage of a race ���and then, in life's last shadowy hour, to know that the historian of liberty will be compelled to write your name. The children of the stage with fancy's wand rebuild the past. The dead are brought to life and made to act again the parts they played. The hearts and lips that long ago were dust, are made to beat and speak again. The dead kings are crowned once more, and from the shadows of the past emerge the queens, jeweled and sceptered as of yore. Lovers leave their graves ancl breathe again their burning vows; and again the white breasts rise ancl fall in passion's storm. The laughter that died away beneath the touch of death is heard again, and lips that fell to ashes long ago are curved once more with mirth. Again the hero bares his breast to death; again the patriot falls, and again the scaffold,stained with noble blood, becomes a shrine. The stage has ever been the altar, the pulpit, the cathedral of the heart. There the enslaved and the oppressed, the erring, the fallen, even the outcast, find sympathy, and pity gives them all her tears��� and there, in spite of wealth and power, in spite of caste and cruel pride, true love has ever triumphed over all. The Pan-American Exposition lost over three million dollars. Out of the Pan into the fire as it were. The Moslem religion is driving Christianity out of the Philippines. and have said to myself, "After [The dealers might show a few sam- all, my country is the best." And]pies in Canada. Smoke British Lion and Mainland Cigars # 108 LOWERY'S CLAIM. IDbckmbbb, l��en A Weary Willie Tale By Opie P. Read ��*�����%��-���'& % *& 'S'S'&'S''*; One afternoon a tramp printer 1 pie who had commented on his entered the ofiice of the Franklyn \ shabby appearance now called him (Ky.) Patriot. The regular corps handsome. He joined the Good of compositors was sufficient to do j "Templars" lodge and mingled in all the necessary work,but the hoys the society of the tittering maidens weie lazy and wanted to go fishing, ofthe village. Doctors and law- so the tramp was given temporary yers sought his company, He had employment. When the toys re- brought a literary freshness to the turned next day they were surpris- town. His jokes were new, his enl ancl not a little ashamed to see courtesy marked. One year passed that the tramp had set up the en-j away. Mr. Howell was engaged tire paper���work which would have j to be married to the handsomest taken the entire* force several days and most intelligent veiling woman to perform. When the proof sheets in the town. The girl's father ancl were brought in they were found to mother were delighted. Howell ta so clean that the editor of the was envied by all the young men. Patriot sent for the tramp. The day tor the wedding drew near. "What's your name?" the editor The "popular aud enterprising tailor" had made Howell's wedding suit. One day another tramp entered band the office. Howell dropped his make-up rule and sprang forward to meet him. asked. "Oscar Howell." "Where are vou from?" Mr. Howell waved his around in a complete circle. "What does that mean?" "Means that I am from everywhere." "Doyou want work?" "Thats the reason I came here.' 4'I mean regular work." "Yes; but I don't want to throw anybody ont of a job." "Glad vou are so honorable', but "Why, Shorty, how are you?" 9/ * 9* ' 9* "Sorter slow," the tramp replied, as be placed his elbows on the imposing stone. "How is it with vou "Oh, I am flying, tiding to get married tomorrow night.' "Glad to hear it. When wesep- those boys out there are my sons, arated that day with a carefully and I am thinking of sending tbem divided quarter I didn't think your to school." line's would so soon fall in such ap- "All right, then; I'll take their preciative places." place. "Do you drink?" 4,I wound up the bill of au extended spree the either day, but I am not going to el rink any more'.' "I hope your resolution may hold out." "I will give it many a half soling." "Well, you may tagin tegular weirk tomorrow morning." ' Vl\ right, sir." Within two months from that time Mr. Howell was one of the best dressed men in the town. Peo- 4���Neither did I. It is due,though. "By George!" exclaimed Shorty. 4'You will ta fixed up in style, won't you?" "I should say so. Well,it'stime, for I have been a fool long enough." 4'N��y> put 'em on. I want to see how yon will look as a bridegroom.'' "I dou't want to rumple em." "G ahead and put 'em on. You know that in my present plight I can't go to see you step off." uTo please you, Shorty, I'll put 'em ou, but you are the only jier- son that could cause me to yield iu this matter." He put on the clothes. 4,By George.Oscar, you leok like a French dancing master. Well, I'm going to take a little nip." He took a tattle out of his pocket and shook it, 4'Here's some old stuff a fellow gave me at Hopkinsville. Fifteen year old. Remember the time we struck that old negro for a pint of peach brandy? Well,here's to you. Ah, hah, hah. Would you try a little? "No." "Won't hurt you. Wouldn't hurt a flea. I tell you that when a fellow feels bilious a little licker is a mighty good thing for him. Ever get bilious?" 44 Yes; bilious now. Haven't had any apjietite for a week." 441 was way off the other day, but this stuff (again shaking the' tattle) has set me all right." '' You don't mean to say that you have had that licker for several Shorty, to my sobriety. I tell youl^}'8' there is no hope' for the drundard. I'll never drink any more'." "Yes. Tell you what's a fact. A man doesn't want but little of soon myself. What sort of wedding toggery have you got?" "Finest you ever saw.' "Would like to see' 'em. Where's your room?" 4'.lust across the street." 4'Suppose we go over." 4'A11 right. Yon ought to see my girl." They went to Howell's room. Glad, Expect to quit pretty **��* H^iff, and the beauty of it is it keeps him from taking l��*el licker." 44Let me smell of it." Howell held that bottle to his nose; then, with a sudden impulse, his lips closed over the neck, "Ah, that is geod. What sort of a time have you had since I saw yon last? "Tough, I toll you. Take another pull and hand it over here. Recollect that song oid Patsy Hoi- ���"��* DtCDlBBft. 1901.1 LOWERY'S CLAIM. los iver used to sing���'When this old coat was new?' " "Yes," Howell replied; "I was thinking about it the other night. 'Let me taste your ware,' as Simple Simon remarked. Getting pretty- low, too." "Yes, too low." 4'That isn't bad. Say, can you sing Patsy's song?" "Might, if I had licker enough." "Let's slip down the back stairs into that saloon." 4'All right,but ain't you going to take off your wedding clothes?" "No,we won't ta down there but a few minutes." �� $ $ $ $ The next day a battered bridegroom and a ragged tramp awoke in a cattle car seventy-five miles from Franklyn. 4'Say, Oscar." "Well." *4(iive me your vest You hain't got no use for BO much toggery.' "All right, hen' she is." "Where shall we strike for?" "Reckon we'd lietter get off at the junction ancl strike out down the Memphis road." His Double Dealing. "Not long ago," Baid a traveling mau, "I went up the picturesque Kentucky river on a little steamboat which runs from Louisville to Frankfort. By the way, there isn't a wilder or more beautiful stream in the whole country than that same Kentucky river. The lioat passes through eight or ten government locks during the trip. On the lioat I encountered a queer obi customer���a long-bearded, grizzled Kentuekian. who was full of interesting reminiscences. *' 'Once on a time,' he said, 41 made' a heap o' money up an' clown this little eil' river���a-peddlinV " 'What did you peddle?' I asked. o <Keerds,' he answered; play- in' keerdsan' bibles.' n ^hat was a queer stock in trade,' was my comment. 'How did you happen to have such a mixed up lot as that ?' " 4I lought it at a auction down t' Loo'sville,' he explained. 'The auctioneer lumped 'em, so I had to take 'em. But I got rid of 'em- yes, siree���ev'ry one of 'em. People along this river is alius wild for playin' keards; I sold them playin' keards for $2 a pack. They went off rapid, ev'ry one of em, yes, siree; an' I didn't have nary bible left on hand, nuther.' " 'How much did you get for the bibles?' I asked. " 'Laws,' the reminiscent Kentuekian explained, 'them bibles went oft* rapid, too; I give 'em away with th' keards.' "���Chicago Journal. flot SO SlorJU- In a village not far from Stockport, a young farm laborer was about to ta married. The village parson,passing his cottage one day. was pleased to find that the man was very busy whitewashing it, both inside and out. It was an example of cleanliness to which the village was not accustomed. 4'Well," said the parson, "I'm glad to see you're making your cottage nice and smart against your wedding. The man descended slowly from his ladder, and, with a mysterious air, walked towards the parson at a grave and thoughtful pace, like a man with a burden on his mind. Then,in a half whisper, he said: "Well, parson, that's not 'xactly the reason why I be a-doin' o' this 'ere job. Y'ou see, my grandfeyther 'ad this cottage, and 'e 'ad sixteen childer. And my fey ther 'ad this cottage, an' 'e 'ad sixteen childer. So I ups an' sez to myself, sez I, 'Jemmy, jest you take an' whitewash that 'ere cottage afore you gets married, so as there mayn't be no infection about it.' " M c A M B O R N E tlie leading fcown of thr lul ran lie bought from >1<h. up AMBORNK, Lardenu ORB h\$ mines around it than any town In the Kootenay EC A USE the ore is far richer THER towns may spring up, but this is the LKADBR EMEMBER, lots are selling fast OW is the time to buy���WhUe they are Cheap VERYBODY pleased who has bought Kor particulars apply to��� K. J. STEEL, Broker, Nelson, B.0. Skating Story. "You ought to have seen me, said the vivacious young lady to the new minister; "I'd just got the skates on and made a start when I came down on my " "Maggie!" said her mother. "\YThat? Oh, it was funny! One skate went one way and the other t'other, and down I came on my " "Margaret!" reprovingly, spoke her father. "Well, what? They scooted from under me, and down I came on my " "Margaret!" yelled both her parents. "On my little brother, who had me by the hand, and like to have smashed him. Now, what's the matter?" The girl's mother emerged from behind the coffee pot, a sigh of relief escaped from the minister, and the old gentleman turned the conversation into a political channel . ���Secular Thought. It is rather tiresome to read about the methods cranks on the liquor question take to stamp out the whisky evil. They are forever howling about prohibition, cutting off the branches and letting the main tree alone. Intemperance in drink conies from other things. By teaching and practising temperance in all things the liquor evil would soon fade away like the fog from a swamp when the sun shines on it. At this time of the year, a long time ago, the editor of this journal attended three Sunday schools. >-& -,*' .vT* 110 tOWfcEY'8 CLAIM. (DtCBMbKft, 1901 Gasey at thc Bat Tt looked extremely rocky for the Boston nine that day; Thtissore stood two to four,with but an ' inning left to play, &>,. #hen Coonev died at second, and Burrows did the same, A pallor, wreathed the features of the patrons of the game. Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed hia hands with dirt, Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on hia shirt; Then when the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip, Defiance gleamed in Casey's eye.a sneer curled Casey's lip. A straggling few got up to go, leaving ! And now the leather-covered sphere there the rest, came hurling through the air, With that hope which springs eternal; An' Casey atood a watehtn it in mighty within the human breast, grandeur there. For they thought, "If onlv Casey could Close by the sturdy batsman tbe ball get a whack at that!" unheeded aped; "Tbat ain't my style," eaid Casey. "Strike one," the umpire said. From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar. Like the beating of storm waves on the stern and distant shore; "Kill him! kill the umpire!" shouted some one ou the stand; And it's likely they'd have killed him bad not Casey raised bin hand. They'd put up even money now, with Casev at the bat But Flynn preceded Casey,and likewise so dia Blake, And the former was a puddin'. ami the latter was a fake. So, on that stricken multitude a death like silence sat, For there seemed but little chance of Casey's getting to the bat But Flynn let drive a "single" to the wonderment of all. And the much despised Blakey "tore the cover off the ball." And when the dust had lifted, and they saw what had occurred, There was Blakey safe at BOCOUd, and Flynn a-huggin' third. Then, from the gladdened multitude went up a joyous yell, It rumbled in the mountain tops, it rattled iu the dell: It struck upon the hillside, and re. bounded on the flat; For Casey, mighty Casey, was ad vane ing to the bat. ������-���#. There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place, There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile on Casey's face; And when responding to the cheers he lightly doffed his hat. No stranger in the crowd could doubt | And now the air is shattered by the 'twas Casey at the bat force of Casey's blow (ih, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright, The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are. light; And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout, But there is no joy in Boston; mighty Casey has struck out. heap out in the cold and rain than trust him to these so-called scientists who know so much that they cannot learn more. Such men (?) deserve pity! Ancl their patients! May <1ch1 help them ! I have a contempt as deep as the ocean and as broad as the horizon for those who pretend to and think they know 44it all." There is when* you finel ignorance so unchangeable, prejudice so adamantine that no influence on earth regardless of its character can produce a result. Talk aliout the starving people of India! Why. my friends, there is mon* n*al physical suffering in one year in this SUppOSed-to-be filled prematurely by this idiotic practice. I would' tike to know how many miserable invalids <*re civilised country because of em- With a smile of Christian charity great I f0n��<Hl feeding, than there ever was Casev's visage shone; -. . .. . . .. , . . He stilled the rising tumult, he made j >�� *����"�� beCMSS of tbe lack of the game go on; feeding. He signalled to the pitcher, ami once1 �� ., ,. .. more the spheroid flew; III all ai-iito disease*, regardless Rut Casey still Ignored it. and the um- ��,f what thev may lie,the functional pire said, 4,Strike two" . . . .. system is taxed to its utmost in 44Fmid!'*crieei the maddened thousand* elhninat il|R impurities. It has no and the echo answered "brand!' �� ' Rut one scornful look from Casev, and time to eligest feHsl no need for the audience was awed; f|HHj ,, f .M>sitiv,> tnHt U��n\, ihev saw his face grow stern and cold, ��� they saw his muscle's strain. cither liquid or sediel, eaten under And thev knew that Casey wouldn't let th circumstances, eloes not nour- the hall go past again. ish the ImmIv in the slightest de- The sneer Is gone fro a Casey's tips, hit . , , ,, # teeth are clenched In hate, gree, is seen dearly in all fever He pounds with cruel vengeance his bat patients. No matter how much upon the plate; ! . , A. . . . .. ... And now the pitcher holds the ball, and *** **>��'> *���! WW" ����ies eontinim now he lets it go, to waste just the same*. In fact, it will nearly always waste still more when nourishment is given,because the process of recovery is greatly prolonged under these unnatural circumstances. The process of curing the laiely e>f its disease must ceaSS in order to rid itself of the mess that is dumped into an unwilling and unprepared stomach. A IhmIv already overloaded with an excels e��f nourishment must ne subjected to the outrage <>( being compelled to five' itself from the additional impuritie's created by incomplete and imperfect digestion always produced when food is eaten under these abnormal conditions. The muscles of the arms, legs, and, every part of the body, arc Rilling Patients by Feeding By Betmant* Maefadden, in Physical Cultufe^^ It is the universal custom of tossing from siele to side, their scientific physicians to feed patients bodies racked by fever ami pain suffering from acute diseases. I because of this crime committed by would like to know how many these so-called scientists, thousands of graves have been Scientists indeed! Why, merci ful heavens! if I had a cur elog suffering from an acute disease I would sooner throw him on a dung *fr- bkcsSBik. n*i ttWiStrtrS CLAIM. in frequently so weak in illness of than is any physician, regardless of any garden parties, I think a fig- this character as to be almost in- how great his intelligence may be. leaf is all right. Dear me l Do capable of action, and still patients I call upon the physicians of this you wish me to wear a sealskin and physicians have the incompre- country to cease; torturing and mur- sacque this warm weather?'1 hensible audacity (or rather ignor- dering human beings by enforced Adam did not answer this last ance) to suppose that the stomach feeding in acute diseases. I call is still capable of digesting food upon all kindly disposed persons to that would nourish a day lalorer. stop preparing fancy ancl palate- Do you know that the stomach tickling dishes to feed the sick, for is a muscular organ, that digestion such feeding only prolongs the dis- is carried on mostly by muscles, ease and frequently seriously lessens and that these muscles are just as the chance of recovery. If youde- projsirtionately weak in yourstoin- sire to make your loved ones suffer, ach as they are in arms, legs or gei ahead and feed. If you desire elsewhere���that even the digestive to assist them toward recovery, let fluids are furnished almost entirely them oliey their own instinct ancl by elements of the blood which eat only when unmistakable hunger build muscular tissue, and when exists. the muscles are weak this element What! you think this is cruel? is, of course, not plentifully sup- Did you ever own a horse, or a plied by the blood ? Therefon\ i>et dog who was ill? Did you ever under these conditions, food is not notice that not a morsel of food needed and is not craved. But the would be eaten until recovery had poor fool doctors will tell you that- been complete? you must feed���that food is neces- Why? sary to give the patient sufficient Because there was no desire for strength to bring about recovery, food. There can be no natural The instinct of the patient which | desire for food in any animal, hu- frequently testifies to the absolue man or otherwise, so long as the necessity for fasting, is of no im- inflamed condition exists which accompanies and causes all acute diseases. sally, but sat down to the table and poured out a cup of coffee. ''This coffee is too weak," he? said, irritablv. 7 of You are very touchy today, Adam," said Eve, reproachfully? "Next, I suppose, you'll be telling me that I can't make coffee like your mother used to make." "I wish I had my rib back," returned Adam. "I'd about as lief live alone as drink lukewarm dishwater." "Well, if I had a mamma," sobbed Eve, in an injured tone, 4'you bet I'd go home to her." Vdam ate the remainder of his meal in silence.���Ohio State Journal. *��� .���". portanee. "No matter if there is no appetite for food you must lie fed nevertheless.'' says the wise(?) doctor. Thousands of years before the existence of medical science with its vagaries, its powders, its pills and its potions, there was in the possesion of every human being au instinct which guided correctly his every action. The dogs, horses, cows and other Conversation In the Garden. "How does it come dinner isn't ready?" demanded Adam, impatiently, as he arrived home, after a hard day's toil in the garden. 441 am sorry, Adam, dear," said Eve, penitently, "but I have been embroidering you a new fig-leaf. domestic animals possess this in- There is really no reason why we stinct, slightly marred. All wild animals possess it in a perfect state. Though human beings of today are not blessed with the great protecting power of this instinct in all its completeness, they are, nevertheless, able to determine when they are hungry, when tbey are uncomfortably cold; ami this instinct, no matter how much it may have been subverted, is a thousand times more capable of accurately dictatiug as shouldn't have more clothing when fig-kaves are so plentiful.'' 44Do you know," said Adam, tentatively, "1 sometimes question the propriety of you wearing a fig- leaf." "Why, Adam!" exclaimed Eve, aghast. "What do you mean?" "Er���well." ventured Adam, "don't you think a fig-leaf is a trifle decollete, so to speak?" "No," said Eve, rather snap- to the time when food is needed pishly, 44so long as I don't give Odium Theolegicum. [ByS. W. Fow.] They met and they talked where the cross-roads meet. Four men from the four winds come, And they talked of the horse, for thev loved the theme, Aud never a man was dumb. And the man from the North loved the strength of the horse, And the man from the East bis pace, And the man from the South loved the speed of the horse, And the man from the West his grace. So these four men from the four winds come, Each paused a space in his course And smiled in the face of his fellow-man And lovingly talked of the horse. Then each man parted and went his way As their different courses ran*, And each man journ.'jed with peace in his heart And loving his fellow-man. They met the next year where the cross roads meet, Four men from the four winds eome; And it chanced as they met that they talked of God, And never a man was dumb. One imaged God in the shape of a man, A spirit did one Insist; One said tiiat Nature itself was God, One said that He didn't exist. Hut they lashed each other with tonjiues that stung, That smote as with a rod: Each glared in the tace of his fellow man. And wrathfully talked of God. Then each man parted and went his way, As their different courses ran; And each man journeyed with war iu his heart. And hating his fellow-man. It is a wise hen who knows her own eggs. 4> J0 ?%.*�� & ��� t * its I d LOWERY'8 CLAIM. [-DKCUtBXB, 1901 Th* Greatest Evil. False modesty, improper education and the perversion of instinct that results, are factors in weakening human powers, known to every physician. They are brought face to face with the results; but even they are not permitted to sound a warning to those who may come after, on the tabooed subjects. The world has raised a standard which declares that conventional and idiotic false modesty is superior to health; it has set a premium on ignorance and banned knowledge of certain subjects which is essential to right living. But there must be light, even if a few people have to be shocked. To this end, we reprint below an article frnm the "Indian Medical Record" on Sexual Intemperance, by Jennie 6. Drennan, M. D.: 1 'At the present time we are too apt to confine our remarks to liquor intemperance, and overlook the fact that there are other forms of intemperance which are just as pernicious to the welfare of man. Either from ignorance, or from false modesty, we have allowed this evil of sexual intemperance to pass unmolested. Under the cover of legal marriage, it has lieen at liberty to cause all manner of suffering without being attacked by those who ought to ancl do have the health of the world in their hands. Its evils have not heen held up to the public gaze like those of drink, food, dress and pleasure intemperance. Nay, many of the reformers in these other lines are as guilty of spring as much as they mav have a; function as they do on those of eat- mind to, aud it is all right. The ing ancl walking, as a necessary legal union covers a multitude of part of their lives. The physician sins. A woman may be invalided will no longer be implored to put for life, may be sent to a lunatic. the stamp of Cain on his brow in asylum���it is all right. A man: order to deliver them from a bur- may be lower than the most de- j den which they are unfitted by a generate brute, and yet be all right misuse of this function to bear, in the eyes of the public so long as! The desire to rid herself of the this intemperance is exercised with- function of propagating her species in the pale of holy matrimony. Ig- has hachmost direful effects on norance is at the root of this evil. | woman's nature. It has made her Education, as in all other reforms,: cruel and cunning. Woman has will alone remedy the evil. In til j ever sought to defy man's oppres- nien and women felly realize the i sive power by cunning, and as long physiological function which they as she is oppressed she will. Women are,violating continually, no rem-' who would be horrific*! at a murder edy can be expected. Prohibition, j aro willing to murder the little life as in all other reforms, will fail. "This sexual function is one within them, pleading that the lieing is not yet alive. Not woman which ought, like all other funo; alone, but man also. A woman tions, to be performed in accord- j will come to a physician, desiring ance with natural laws. Abnorai-i to be relieved of her undesired off- ally exercised, it calls for more and more, and ignorant persons credit this insatiable desire to the strong love of the individuals. As well say that au abnormal stomach, whicli ever and ever craves for more food, while unable to digest that whicli it has already received, is a sign of love. "By observance of this law there will be fewer invalided women, *��� women 30ft) say 4I have not known a day's health since i was married;' fewer inmates for asylums, fewer deformed children,, and, on the other side, fewer weak-willed men. As the physical natiife is made to obey its laws, it will lie healthier, and from its more perfect condition will arise stronger intellectuality ami spirituality. The population, spring, with the oft-ropeated re- mark: 'My husband does not want me to have any moro children.' Yes; but that selfish husband has neit will-power to projierly reeog- nide tbat he is misusing a function. The world today is full of those* who an* trying to regulate family, not by an Observance of natural law, but rather by artificial means which aro sources of danger. Knowledge alone will be the remedy for this evil, which should he called nothing less than legal prostitution." this one evil as those who do not in instead of decreasing, will increase. any respect uphold the tenets of temperance. This has lieen the one condition in which man has been allowed free exercise of his own will. It has been only when such intemperance has occurred outside the sacred precincts of matrimony that the public voice has beej|| raised in disapproval. Two persons legally united are free to *H$ire each other and their off- Women with healthy bodies will not dread maternity. No longer slaves to an abnormal appetite, they will look on this physical Tourists and Strangers When In New Denver, will find the Nrwmarkkt Hotbi. & good place to eamp over night, b ro n IU bSlamiksthc line* scenery in the world ean be *>om without extra chnrgi<3>^ ^-9 nJM Thoughts of Thinkers. Trust Iti 111 little who praises all: him less who e'cnsiiros all; and him least of all who is indifferent to all. When a man really loves his neighbor as himself, it generally turns out that the neighbor is a pretty gi rl. ���T i e I - Bi ts. Duty is carrying on promptly and faithfully the affairs now before you. It is to fulfil the claims of today.���Goethe, The practice of self-restraint ami renunciation is not happiness, though it may be something mm n better.���T. H. Huxley. x
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