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THIS LEDGER: GAFFNEY, S. C M JULY 7, 181)8.
TO A MAIDEN OF SIXTEEN.
I do not fondly n-d; fior.i you
Tin- qualities of a noble heart,
A mind wh<\-e thoughts are pure and truo,
A tongue tliat rtioo.Ib no venomed dart,
A temper Kweet or gent la i.eiod,
E’r.'Olflshnc s.s or high endeavor—
I do not ad; you to “be good,
Sweet n aid,” or even to bo “clevor!”
1 do not tt'lt for po» i’h nong,
Tor dreamer’B tale, high gifts of mind,
For oriitor’s eloquence i igl'.tmg wrong—
Gifts all, no doubt, to you assigned;
I do not ask for theories new,
i e.r’s powers of cciupn hcnsion tc-iking,
For wisdom or for wit from you
t There would not bo much use in asking).
I do not ash you for the gift
All other gifts so far above.
I will be brave and make a shift
To live my lii'o without your love—
Not mine to play a lover's part,
So, though the omission is distresEinr.
I do not ask you for your heart.
1 only ask a minor blessing.
I do not ask you when wo meet
To condescend to notice me.
But when kind fate affords that treat
Pray bear in mind this modest plea:
I do not ask you to sit still,
Though in your chair you always wriggle.
I’d have you do whato’er you will.
1 only ask you—not to giggle!
—Punch.
THE HEAL REASON.
I had arrived at Monte Carlo about 3
o’clock and after a late lunch set out
in search of my friends the Verueys. I ;
found Master Arthur, a serious minded I
youm-f politician of 23, in his room at |
the hotel. He was completing an elab- I
orate toilet and drinking champagne.
“Ayusley!” he cried in surprise. “1
thought you were in Loudon.”
“The spirit of restlessness,” I ex
plained. My eye dwelt for a moment on |
the champagne. “A little low, Arthur?”
He blushed. Arthur was the highly
respectable son of an eminently respect
able father, who was M. P. and other
things.
He glanced at the clock, then rose and
picked up his hat and gloves.
“A stroll!” I finished, with a grin.
Ho laughed nervously.
“Look here, Ayusley,” he said,
“you’ll find the governor and Evelyn on
the terrace. Do you mind if I run away
now?”
I got up and laid abandon his shoul
der in a paternal fashion. “She is a
woman in a thousand, Arthur. Au re-
voir and good luck!”
He blushed again—ho was really a
most nervous young mau—and hurried
away. I followed him out of the hotel,
then strolled leisurely through the gar
dens and round to the terrace. I espied
Mr. Veruey and his daughter sitting al
most immediately in the rear of tho ca
sino. I walked up to them.
“Well, ’pon my word!” cried Mr.
Varney. A smile dimpled round Miss
Verney’s mouth as she took my hand. 1
explained lucidly how it was I came to
leave London in so unexpected a fashion.
“It enslaves us all,” I finished, with
a graceful wave of my hand toward tho
casino. v
“Indeed,” said Miss Veruey politely.
After a few minutes’ conversation
Mr. Verney pulled out ins watch.
“I’m very glad you came, Ayusley,”
he said, ‘‘as 1 left off last night in the
midst of a little mathematical experi
ment with trente ct quaraute, and I
thought that if you would kindly look
after Evelyn I’d”—
“Delighted!” I said quickly. “I trust
the experiment will bo brought to a sat
isfactory conclusion. ”
As soon as ho had taken his departure
I glanced at Miss Verney. She was ex
amining tho handle of her parasol with
some intentness. I made a mental note
that white suited her admirably—in
fact, be tter than any other girl of my
acquaintance.
“Perfect weather,” I remarked at
length. She nodded in a preoccupied
manner.
“I have been wondering,” she said
after a moment, “why you came hero. ”
“Did you not hear mo explain?” I
began.
She smiled.
“Oh, yes. but”—
“Surely nothing further is needed.
The attraction of Monte Carlo is world
famed.”
“I do not believe, Mr. Aynsley, ” she
said deliberately, “that you have ever
gambled in your life.”
I tried another tack.
“Well, then, I’m rather delicate, and
the chill, damp fogs of London are
rather trying to an invalid. ”
Again Miss Verney laughed.
“How unsympathetic you are I”
“The deep sea fishing last winter
must have been rather bad for you. No,
Mr. Aynsley, I’m a clear sighted young
person, and I can quite see what hat
brought you so suddenly to Mouto Car
lo.”
“Well?” I said, with an air of indif
ference.
She played with the tassel on her
parasol for a moment. Then she smiled.
“Mrs. Fairfax,’’she said at length.
I laughed outright
“How amusing! Nothing of the sort
The usual attraction, I assure you.”
“Mrs. Fairfax.”
“Gambling — or invalid’s natural
aversion to chill, damp fogs!”
‘‘Mrs. Fairfax!” repeated Miss Ver
ney once again, with just a shade of
emphasis.
1 gave it up.
“A very charming person, ” I said.
“You admit it?” and her voice held
a tiny note of triumph.
“Don’t you?” I replied wonderingly.
“She is talented, pretty, agreeable
and”—
“A widow,” put in Miss Verney.
“Yes, but her husband was hardly
more than an acquaintance. He went to
India, you know, shortly after their
marriage, and was killed. Do you not
think her fascinating?”
“Yes, undoubtedly she is a pleasant
companion.”
“And I’m a lonely bachelor man!” I
remarked apologetically.
She turned to me with a smile. “For
give me,” she said kindly, “for re-
ninding you of yonr pitiful condition.
.1 only meant to show you that I guessed
t «. . ., ... I v r l _:a<.
the reason for your sudden change of
plans. ”
“Youi intelligence is beyond re
proach. But what made you think of
Mrs. Fairfax?”
“My dear Mr. Ayusley,” she laughed,
“you forget last season.”
I tried to recollect.
“The episode at the Cartons; the Mel
ba night at Covent Garden,” shore-
minded gently.
“You take great interest in my wel
fare,” I said with a laugh. ‘‘I am very
glad to notice it,” 1 added with a
glance at her.
“By tho way,” I continued after a
pause, “where is Arthur?”
“I never trouble about Arthur,” she i
replied quickly, “lie is so wrapped up in
his books and studies that even lu re at
Monte Carlo I see very little of him.”
I.was amused.
“You have nothing against Mrs. Fair
fax?” I suggested.
“Nothing whatever,” she replied
frankly. “I like her immensely.”
This helped matters, I thought.
‘‘You think she will make a good
wife?”
“Admirable,” said Miss Verney,
calmly surveying the bay. “Her ex
perience will be invaluable.”
I caught sight of a couple that had
just appeared on tho farther end of the
terrace.
“Yon will come to the wedding?”
A slight tinge of color appeared on
Miss Verney’s cheeks as she turned to
me.
“Has it reached that stage?”
I glanced at tho couple and noticed
they were arm in arm.
“1 believe so.”
There was a slight pause. Miss Ver
ney played with the tassel again.
“Then I suppose I must teuder my
congratulations?” she said at length.
“I believe it is customary among
friends,”! replied, with a glance at
her. She had allowed her eyes to fall
on tho ground.
“You know she is very wealthy?” 1
added.
“You have been most fortunate in
your endeavors,” she replied in deliber
ate tones. “I trust you’ll be very
happy.”
The couple were now opposite to
where wo were sitting. So engrossed
wore they in conversation that they
had not noticed us. I felt an anticipa
tory shiver of enjoyment.
“1 do not enter into the question,” I
said. “Look!”
She glanced up in surprise.
“Arthur and Mrs. Fairfax,” she
whispered.
“He is wrapped up in his studies
again,” I remarked. “I fancy he has
taken the lady’s eyes as his subjeat.”
Miss Veruey looked at mo reproach
fully.
“And you knew this all the time?”
“I’m afraid so. Arthur confided in
me some mouths ago in London, and I
have occasionally amused myself by
helping him. Take the Melba night, for
instance.
‘Was that on Arthur’s behalf?” she
asked wouderiugly.
I nodded. It occurred to me once
again how extremely charming Miss
Verney looked in white.
There was a silence for a minute or
so. Arthur and Mrs. Fairfax passed out
of sight.
“It wasn’t tho gambling,” I remark
ed at length.
Miss Verney made no reply.
“Nor an invalid’s aversion to the
chill, damp fogs, ” I went on after a
pause.
“Nor Mrs. Fairfax,” she put in.
“No, ” I said slowly. “I came be
cause I thought it just possible you
might be pleased to see mo.”
There was another pause, aud then I
added:
“Aro you?”
A smile crept round the corners of
Miss Verney’s mouth.
“Well, yes, I think I am,” she said.
Wo see a good deal of one another
now.—Gilbert Dayle in London Weekly
Sim.
McCoy Had Enough.
Here is a story told by Parson Davies
on Kid McCoy, the pugilist, as given in
tho Wilmington Sun:
“Kid McCoy attracted the attention
of a crowd of sportsmen at the Gilsey
House,” says Parson, “and it was de
cided to introduce Lavenia Charmion,
a trapeze performer and a muscular
phenomenon, to him as a woman who
wished to learn boxing. McCoy was de
lighted.
“The meeting took place, and the
Kid told Charmion to take a position,
in which of course she was very awk
ward. ‘That is picturesque, but not
pugilistic-ally correct,’ ho remarked,
with a smile of superior knowledge.
‘Now,’ ho said, as she adjusted her
arms, ‘let go with your left ’
“It was a chop blow aud made the
air whiz, as tho first attempt narrowly
missed the Kid’s face. Ho looked ap
prehensive aud remarked: ‘You have
steam enough, but your execution is
faulty. Now, hit ont straight and let
your body go with the blow. ’
“The fist brought up suddenly at
about the third button of McCoy’s waist
coat. ‘That is better,’gasped the Kid.
‘That will do for the first lesson. Come
again tomorrow, and we’ll try the big
gloves. ’
“ ‘Oh, how nice, ’ said Charmio i Do
you know, I never had hut one chance to
box with a man. That was when a fol
low tried to kiss me, and I knocked him
down and broke his jaw with my boot
heel I’—
“‘Excuse me,’ interrupted McCoy,
'come to think of it, I have an engage
ment for tomorrow. Ah, yes, I leave
town Sunday, but—but I’ll see you
again.’”
He Knew.
Pedagogue (severely)—Now, sir, for
the last time, what’s the square of the
hypotenuse of a right angled triangle
equivalent to?
Boy (desperately)—It’s equivalent to
a lickiu far me, sir. Go ahead.—Lon*
don Fun.
A WINTRY LANDSCAPE.
f
.•it half so fair
wrupped in erm
CO
Not raminer’ii s-lf \w r
As this white winter
fleoiv,
A roval ail ’!i a brooding I'vsrywbore
And all the world n voi. i dream of peace.
Amber and opal, faintest pearl mid roso,
Orange and purple in the sunset sky;
In fi'-ry Inn ■; tho wide wet fin me 4 and glows,
Nor ftide's till stars tiro shining out i n high.
O’er steel blue lakes tho sheen is bright liko
mail.
The trees in naked beauty lift the-ir limbs,
The wind i' hushed that erst did s< band wail—
Isofter its tones than mother's craulti hymns.
Strangs, silent winter, fair heVi.nd belief.
White n>l.>od and fair and dreamy ns the night,
Forgetting pain and care and joy and grief,
Creeps solemnly apace aud shrouds the light.
—Harper's Bazar.
NUGGETS’ LUCK.
They brought him into town, and all
they could pet out. o’ him was a string
o’ the d dot, fi.oli he.-t words you
ever heard of. Ho didn’t say much elso
for u good many years afterward—
yonstor sit around tho town lu re aud
get it off to himself. Went somethin
like this:
“ ‘(’liangrd all tho trees in tho Rat
tlesnake*—moved ’em and mixed ’email
tip. Might ’a’ been a dream, but I don’t
think so. Ask Bill—he knows. Put a
shot in her. ir*ecii rock in my time, but
no rock like that. Bill, d duld fool,
gits scared, aud wo kiveml her up to
come back to. Didn’t blaze no tree, but
my old knife’s stickiu on tho moss sida
o’ that tree. Might ’u’ been a dream.
Ask Bill. ’
“Course you can hot your life that
old canyon was prospected pretty wi ll
after that, but nothin wa^.und. Tha
SHE WAS AN AMERICAN.
And She Made a Caustic Defense of
Her Country.
[George P. Peterson in the Independent.J
1 was in Florence v.Tfen the war
broke out, and heard the first expres
sion of German feeling about it on
the train coming northward from Ve-
A couple of
Gr.rGiiic Dyspepsia
'entlemen on tor
tile Porta Vescova
How the spruce looking stranger got
into tho little, old, dilapidated town up
in the Sierras none of its inhabitants
appeared to know, bnt most of them
were extremely anxious to ascertain.
Seldom it was that any one went to tho
town. Apparently there was no particu
lar reason why any one should. Tho
surrounding scenery was grand, it is
true, but the town could make no claim
to being an essential part of tho gran
deur. Its ouo street straggled up tho
mountainside for a short distance and
lost its way in the forest. A long, ram
shackle “hotel,” several despondent
looking stores and a number of saloons
made up what it wasfpleased to call the
business portion of tho town. On all
sides and as far as tho eye could see,
however, were the imperishable evi
dences of what this little town once had
been—the center of a natural wealth al
most inconceivable. Vast areas of white
and yellow and reddish clay, mountains
seamed and gashed and cut in twain,
miles of rusty and disjointed gigantic
iron pipes, told of the days when the
miners with hydraulic guns “held up”
nature and forced it to deliver its treas
ure.
But all that was long ago and is only
a pleasant memory with the little town
now, and to the stranger’s not unnatu
ral inquiry as to how the people support
ed themselves came tho cheerful and
cannibalistic reply that they "lived on
one another. ”
Tho stranger sat on a box outside one
of tho stores beside one of tho citizens
and soon found himself listening to a
monologue offered for his entertain
ment. It would have been a dialogue be
tween them, but tho entertainer would
not have it that way. An old man, with
grizzled board aud weather beaten face,
was he. Tho stranger noticed, with
some surprise, that, although stained
aud rusty, his long frock coat and tho
trousers stuck into his boots were of
good broadcloth. A very conspicuous
watch chain, a huge diamond pin in a
setting of tobacco staiued shirt front
and the entire absenco of a collar made
up a somewhat incongruous appearauco.
“Yes, you’re right, ” began tho enter
tainer, starting tho monologue with
considerable euerg^ “this town ain’t
worth a whoop in hell today, but you
oughter seen itonet. Ain’t a forty-niner
myself, and you got to make a good deal
of allowance for what some o’ these old
has beeus tell you. but they all do say
it was a hummer before they stopped
hydrauleekiu.
“You oughter get old Nuggets to tell
you somethiu about it. Ain’t you met
Nuggets yet? Well, you should, for he’s
about the only sight we got in town—
only thing tho town brags about and
p’ints out to strangers. Nuggets was
here—or som’ers about here—before
they ever did any hydrauleekiu—when
everything was placer aud sluice miuiu.
He’ll tell you his story. He’ll tell it
without beiu ast. I’ve heard it so often
that I know it myself. Ho likes to hear
himself talk.
“He was one o’ tho first to come
acrost the plains—leastways that’s what
he says—aud when ho got here ho just
uacherally staid. He kem around by the
old emigrant trail back o’ Lake Tahoe
and into Haugtown.
“Haugtown—you know, that’s what
they called Placerville in them days—
was a great place then. Meals was $3,
and so was beds; whisky was four bits
and two bits a drink 1 , accordin as how
you wanted it, and flour was $10 for a
small sack. Course, you know, most all
supplies kem around tho Horn to Frisco,
was boated up to Sacramento and team
ed out to the mines from there.
“Business was good in California in
them days. Most every one had money,
and it wasn’t no trick to get it. The
cricks and river bottoms was full o’
gold, and any one could take a shovel,
pick aud rocker aud wash out as much
as he liked. Course that sort o’ thing
spoilt the Argonauts, as they call ’em,
or a good many of ’em anyhow—would
a-spoilt most any one.
“Kinder seemed to them that the
supply would last forever, and they
didn’t worry much and wasn’t particu-
ler about savin it They was all about
alike, and after a fellow had worked
party hard for awhile and cleaned up a
little pile he’d get to thinkin he needed
relaxation, aud down he’d go to Frisco
and blow in his pile.
“Then he’d strike the trail for the
goldfields for another stack o’ blue
chips.
“Course every one had a partner in
them days, aud this here Nnggets had
one by the name o' Wilkins. One day
they kem into this town with a nngget
that was a corker. Was as big as your
hat—red cinnabar, with chunks of pure
gold stickin ont of it all around.
"The jeweler offered ’em $1,500 for
it, bnt they wouldn’t sell it. Nng
gets said there was more o' it where it
kem from, but no one believed him.
“Everybody thought that Nuggets
and Wilkins had found a small pocket,
and that was all there was to it, but
some o’ these pockets are good enough
for a pore man anyhow-
"That night there was an awful
windstorm, and two days afterward
Nuggets was found comin ont o’ Rattle
snake canyon over there plum oraay.
h, v
■divid-
specimcu was sold and t
ed between Bill Wilkins and Nuggets’
daughter, who had to take care o’ him.
Wilkins went ov< r into Calavi ras soon
after that aud fell down a sliait about;
500 feet deep.
“Well, time went by, and the law
stopped hydrauleeking, and party much
every ouo left the town that could git
out o’ it, and it ain’t been wortli a d—21
seuce.
“Nuggets’ daughter she married Bolt
Hittel, who was a teamster and didn’t
have much o’ it to do either. They was
pore, but they managed to make a liv-
in and keep old Nuggets besides.
Course you know tho old man couldn’t
do nothin but sit around and talk tho.su
words I told you of.
“Every one was kind to him, except. '
perhaps, Jake Openheimer, who kept
tho principal store then. He you -ter rile
him a good deal and josh him and ask
him when he was goin to open her up,
but I reckon he didn’t mean a great
deal o’ harm.
“Every now and then Nuggets ’ud
wander over into Rattlesnake canyon
and spend nigh on to a day there. When
he’d come back, he’d be worse tuk than
ever and go moonin around and savin
those words: ‘Changed all the trees in
tho Rattlesnake—moved ’em and mixed
’em all up. Might a-beeu a dream, but
I don’t think so. ’
“ ’Bout this tune his little gran’son
was growin up, and Nuggets began for
to take him along with him in his trips
to thecanyo.fi. Mrs. Hittel, she objected
at first, but when she seem the boy liked
to go and her father was dead set on
bavin him with him she didn’t make no
more objections. The boy used to say
that while they was in the canyon Nug
gets spent most o’ his time huutiu for
something ho couldn’t find.
“Ouo eveuin in the summer time,
’bout ten years ago—I was here then
myself—Nuggets and the boy kem into
town and gave it a surprise that it ain’t
got over seuce. You can believe it or
not as you want to, but he’d got back
his mind all right aud talked as sensibly
as I’m talkin now. Don’t believe he
ever was crazy myself—just think he’d
got his mind set ou one thing aud
couldn’t get it off.
“But he was purty near crazy with
happiness. He’d an old rusty knife in
his hand, and lie kept sayin to us all
tho time, ‘ 'Twarn’t no dream after all,
’twaru’t no dream. ’ Seems when they
was in the canyon the boy got to playin
around and crawled under a big tree
that ’ad been blown down aud found
the knife stickin in it underneath.
Course you know what that meant.
“Well, Nuggets is all right now. So
was his claim. He sold it for a purty
nice sum to a couple o’ big mining men
down below. See those smokestacks in
the trees over in the canyon? Well,
there’s a 14 stamp mill on the spot
where that knife was found.
“Bob Hittel runs this store we’re
a-sittin in front of, and Bob’s wife owns
her own housa Nuggets has a mort
gage on about everything Jake Opeu-
heimer’s got left, and tho boy—tho
gran’son, yon know—he’s down below
in business for himself.
“That’s about tho story old Nuggets
’ll tell you when yon meet him. Some
o’ it’s true I know myself fora fact, and
I reckon, mebbe, some o’ it’s—well, you
know, Nuggets is a Missourian and a
purty good liar himself. ”
The stranger arose, stretched himself,
and, striding up the street, encountered
the one legged druggist standing in the
doorway of his store.
“Great story I just heard,” said the
stranger. •
“Been talking to tho old pioneer?”
“Pioneer? Why he’s not a forty-
niner. ”
“No, but he’s a forty-eighter. ”
“Who is he, anyhow?”
“Him? Oh, that’s Nuggets.”—Wil
liam A. Tauffe in Argonaut
1 rona.
i ed Che coupe at
’ station of that city, who spok the
| German language. One had a news-
I paper tacked under the leather trap
i of his handbag; the other bought one
of u station hawker through the car-
. Huge window. Both began reading
' as soon as the train was well started
on its way. and read with eagerness
' —a spectacle so common in north
Germans, who subscribe for newspa-
I pers by the quarter, and read them
at leisure over a pipe, or not at all,
that I instantly got a premonition of
1 something having befallen.
•Tts war news,” guessed Blanche
in a whisper. She could not control
herself.
• Is the news about the war, sir?”
she asked aloud, addressing the gen-
Wasted.
A lad in one of the London board
schools was found guilty of a serious in
fraction of discipline and was directed
by his teacher to tell his mother when
he got home what misdemeanor he had
committed.
The next morning the schoolmistress
called Johnnie to her desk, when the fol
lowing dialogue ensued:
“Well, Master Johnnie, did you in
form your mother what refraction ol
discipline you were guilty of yesterday
and the reprimand and punishment you
received?”
“ Yes’m, ” was the sententious reply.
“Well, and what did your mother
■ay?”
“She said she’d like to wring youi
neck for you. ”
No more discipline reports were sent
home to that mother. — Pearson’s
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Blacksmithlng and Repairing,
Horseshoeing a Specialty.
Shops and office on Rutledge Street,
class work at living prices.
Ftrst-
tleman next to her. ‘ lias Havana }
been taken?”
Tho gentleman looked up and stared 1
with wonderment at the girlish inter- !
rogator. then answered, with tardy
politeness: “No madam Havana!
has not been taken ”
His companion, whose seat was op
posite made a warm comment:
“There is no withstanding iron clads
by old fashioned wooden craft. The
Spaniards had no show.”
“No show whatever,” answered the
oth.r promptly, and with equal ani
mation. “It’s mud pots against iron
ones from one end to the other. The
Yankees have wealth, numbers and
ships all on their side. What I hope
is that, before they cave in, the .Span
ish will give them a blow or two
which they will feel. Manila is only
tho first encounter. The Spanish
may make it square yet.
“Oh, tell us what has happened,”
cried Blanche. “Has there been a
battle in th ri.’.lippincs?”
Tho speaker turned. “A battle and
the Spanish fleet have lost, if the
dispatches are to be depended upon.
You clap your hands, miss. Are
you an American?” His exptesslon
was deprecatory like his companion's,
but only towards the subject matter;
the little personage, he luncied, one
could see that. Still, not even gal
lantry can take a Teuton far afield
from the post of his prejudices. So
when Blanche answered: "Yes, 1
am, and am proud to be. The Cuban
war is grand!” he could not resist
replying in an unfriendly tone : “In
what respect, pray? The United
States are attacking a weak country.”
“Weak in good, strong enough in
evil things,” retorted the flashing eye
and quick lips of his opponent.
“With a million dollars to back
them where Spain can’t count on a
million cents,” sneered the Saxon,
joining in the controversy.
Blanche’s eyes steered like a bat
tery around to him. “Why is Spain
so poor and America rich?” It is
because, she cried, “the Spanish
have not labored while the Americans
have. Four hundred years ago they
started with all the wealth of the
Americans. We had nothing. They
have spent, while we have earned.”
“The United States only wants Cu
ba for itself,” ^he gave for a retort.
“The Americans have fostered the
rebellion in Cuba, or it would have
been impossible for the insurgents to
have held out.”
“Of course; and of course the
Americans fostered the rebellion in
the i’hilippines,” mocked Blanche.
"They fostered it in the mother
country. They fostered it in the
Netherlands. They fostered it in
Mexico. Cuba is not the first of the
Spanish possessions to rebel. The
very Spanish themselves rebel in the
mother country. If one rebellion
is the work of the United States, all
are. One is like the other, and all
are alike.”
“Quite true—quite true,” inter
jected the other gentleman, good-
naturedly. “Y’ou must concede, I
tnink, cousin, that Spain, unfortu
nately, committ d grave mistakes in
its conduct of home and colonial af
fairs.”
He tried to divert his relatives
from unbecoming demeanor toward a
lady, while I was concerned for the
dignity, of our party, and interferred
to pacify our dauntless young coun
trywoman. She saw through my in
tention, however, and resisted.
“I’ll stop of myself, in one min
ute,” she declared. “Just let me
say one thing more.” And, return
ing to the enemy, she delivered a
final charge.
“In Italy the population is Cath
olic; yet the people do not all side
with Spain. The reason is they have
some sense of freedom left. They
fought in ‘48, when Germany did for
liberty and a constitution. Now
they are celebrating the 50th anni
versary of it, and this war happening
to be going on, they think with sym
pathy of the Cubans who are fighting
now as they fought then; for the same
objects—a fatherland and indepen
dence. The Italians force their king
to take part in the commemoration.
So do the Hungarians force Emperor
Franz Joseph to take part in their
celebration of the rebellion year.
What do you Germans do? You let
the year and its significance be passed
by; let the government suppress its
mention. You magnify instead the
birthday of a king whose cabinet
does its utmost to crush civil free
dom ; and in a war between a depen
dent people and its cruel tryant, you
side with the tryant. Fie on Ger
many ! Military successes have per
verted its people. Once it rebelled
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