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Iowa. Second Class Mail Matter. THURSDAY, 17, 1896. OVERCONFIDENCE. The managers of the republican party might as well learn first as last that there is such a thing as beiug too confident.

This campaign will be won only by the hardest kind of work aud the most persistent effort. That the west is strongly in favor of free silver is evi deiit: it will not do for the republican managers to rely upon yawping aboiv an honest dollar and a fifty-cent clollai and sound money to win the battle The people of the west are not fool and if they are to be held in the repub lican line they must be appealed to. no through their prejudices or their pas siono, but through their reason. If th gold standard is the thing the argimien to prove it must go along els the great west will slump to the demo cratic ticket. These are the exact facts, and th party managers do not want to ovei look them.

are not sticking a closely to party as they were a uecad ago, and if the republican party is win in November it will have to cl something more than call the advocates of free silver "repudiationists," and "cranks," and "fanatics" and the other pet names so freely bestowed in the past. The free silver advocates are like the man from Missouri, they will have to be shown. Let this be a campaign of education, not of villification and abuse. Let it be a campaign of progress, not of retrogression. Let us as republicans remember that we can only win on a campaign of offense, not of defense.

If the gold standard is the thing, prove it; hut don't attempt to defeat the free silver advocates by calling them names and pooh-poohing the idea that the financial questiun is subordinate to the tariff question. The danger is too great to run any risk of defeat. oom in his brain for knowledge that practical. Mr. Bryan knows a great eal: the chief trouble with him is that 0 knows so much that isn't so.

By the nue ho gets through this campaign he vill know that it is far better to know 1 little bit and know it well, than to vuow so much that isn't so. We feel oriy for Mr. Bryan. It is a pity that no so young and fair should be offered ipon the altar of democracy as a sacri- for tho paresis and imbecility that las marked its torturous course during last four years. But the one thing calculated to make the campaign pleasant will be the sight ot one Grover Cleveland carrying a tlambeau and marching as a private behind the boy orator of the 1'latte.

opine it will be better for Grover if suck his torch instead of blowing it. The Conversion of Ezekial Stebbins THE PLAIN TAtE Of A WRITTEN BY WILL. M. MAUPIN. LJ MR.

BRYAK will stand in Madison Square Garden, New York, to be notified of his nomination. It would not do to be notified of it while standing on his little lawn in the village of Lincoln, surrounded by the horny-handed sons of toil whose battles he fights with Samson's weapons. That, would be too utterly common, don't you know. WHEN Kendall Young of Webster City died'he left S200.000 for a public library in that city If some Perry men will only consent to die we will waive the bequest for a library or anything else. The city needs the room they occupy.

WHEX Iowa had a presidential candidate Nebraska gave the cold shoulder Mr Bryan need not bank on Iowa's electoral vote this time. We'll have to ask Mr. Bryan to wait until Nebraska learns to be neighborly There was trouble browing in Baldwin's Run. As a of fact several kinds of trouble was brewing. Baldwin's Hun had long been the notorious rendezvous of tho moonshiners of Wost- em Teunessoe, and there are people so narrow minded as to think it is wrong a man to distill a little corn juice and forget to put one of Uncle Sam's revenue stamps on the cask.

Just why putting a little green stamp on a keg of whisky makes it a respectable tratlic, was unknown to the simple mountaineers who lived iu and about Baldwin's Kun, and none of them cared to study into the question. But Uncle Sam had his own opinion and also a few men to look into the matter. The Baldwin Run folk knew Uncle Sam's minions were close about, aud they were preparing to do a little shooting when the proper time arrived. That was one phase of the trouble that was brewing. But the chief trouble was the arrival of a man and a tent.

The man was a youthful one, and his tent was not a very large one. he said he was an evangelist, but the people iu and about the Run said he was a preacher. Anyhow the preacher had come down 'to hold a few meetings, and as attractions were scarce in that country the mountaineers had flocked to hear him. When he started out by calling them a lot of MR. BBVAN is a real nice young man and a good orator, but the country needs a man with a few more years of expei ience.

Mr. wait a few years. Bryan will have to lawbreakers and illicit distillers were angry, and when he said they that THE Bryan rocket having gone tip with a great burst of splendor, we may expect the sudden descent of the stick about November 4. whiskey making was equal to furnishing the devil with human souls, and that the Baldwin Run folk 'were all going to hell unless they mended their ways, why, the mountaineers said the the preacher was a crank and that it would be necessary to run him out of the valley. Right here is where Zeke Stebbins comes in.

It was the general opinion that Zeke was the chiet moonshiner of the entire Run country, aud everybody knew that he was the best shot, the strongest wrestler, the toughest tighter and the most fluent swearer iu the whole country. He was also the big man of the neighborhood--a sort of oracle, so to speak. So when the Rev- A WHOLE lot of Lincoln stories survive, but the deplorable condition of the country shows that there are no more Lincolns. THE Chicago convention Blaudly tnrned down the Missouri candidate erend George" Theolog began abusing everybody that DEMOCRACY did not nominate Boise, but it nominated one of the boys. ANENT MR.

BRYAN. The great democratic mountain, after months of groaning and stretching and distresses, has labored and brought fourth--Bryan. The once great party of Andrew Jackson and Thomas Jefferson and Jefferson Davis and Bob Toombs and Wire and Winder and other famous or infamous men, has discarded the traditions of a century and come west for a candidate. Mr. Bryan is a nice young man.

In appearance he is an Apollo and in voice he is a Stentor. He has the gift of oratory that is seldom found with the nec- essai-y attribute of quick aud deep thought. His mouth works with a hair trigger. Mr. Bryan is a young man.

Were he two years younger he would not be old enough for president. He will be too old foi president when there is any possibility of election. The age limit is of no immediate or remote concern to William Jennings Bryan. Mr Bryaa is an honest man, and he is an emotional man. He keenly' sympathizes with the woes of his fellows, and is ready at any time to assist them by making a speech.

Like some church members he visits the poor and gives them a tract. Mr. Bryan is honest, which is a characteristic too often lacking in public men. Mr. Bryan is inclined to be hysterical.

He has a receptive mind, but it is not a mind to assimilate what it receives. It fails to digest its mental food, but allows it to pass away in flowing sentences that appeal to the imagination but fail to impress themselves upon the memory. Mr. Bryan has been peculiarly fortunate in his politial life. Coming before the people of Nebraska in a year when discontent reigned supreme and professional agitation had succeeded in arousing the passions and predudices of the people, Bryan was elected to congress on a platform that was little more than an organized wail of distress and protest.

In congress he made a set speech on the tariff, and his great gift of oratory pushed him to the front. In 1890 he orated that free trade was the only refuge from our woes. Now he asserts that free silver is the only remedy for the democratic cramp colic that has doubled the country into a knot like a small boy after a dose of green apples. Mr. Bryan is a ready wilted man; he can invent a new politicial disease and a remedy for it quicker than anybody.

The trouble heretofore has been that his remedies were worse than the diseases. Mr. Bryan is young, which fault he is correcting every day. He imagines that he has learned more about finance and government than men of superior judgment have learned "ID years twice as raaay. Mr.

Bryan is now at the age forget, many things BRAIN LEAKS, Got no time ter make complaint. Got ter keep a hustlin; Got no time fer feelm' faint Got ter fie a bustlin' Burden sometimes, weighs a ton But I'll keep a ploddin' Hfcv to walk when can't run ut my faith in God, an' Keep a rnovin' Got no time ter criticize, Other folkb' beleivm': Lots o' time to sympathize When comeb the beieavin' Religion ain't a thing to bhirk Nor o' loud comptainia'. Got tei prayan' yot tei woik When buiiuy or when rainiu'. And keep a hufctlin' Got no time ter talk agin Workin's o' my neighbor; I'm too busy dodgiii' bin Fer to denounce hlb labni Got no time ter make complaint. 'Gaiubt other folks' behavior: Love the sinnei an' the saint As told to by my Savior.

An' keep a wriggltn'. Zeke's business everybody knew there would soon be trouble. One Saturday afternoon--the first one after Theolog had com- menc-cd his meetings--the mountaineers gathered around Jed Long's grocery. Jed had drinking water on tap that sent nil kinds of glad tidings up and down the spines of his customers Zeke Stebbind was in the crowd, and after the preacher had been discussed aud cussed for some time ail turned tu hear wlmt Zeke had tu say. Zeke straightened up his six teet of bone and muscle and remarked "I shore believe that air preacher feller will lind Zeke Stebbins a crawlin' onto his neck inside of a mighty few hours." There was a hush, for Zeke never boasted much He accomplished his work and let the results speak for themselves.

"I ain't allowjn' no man ter tell me as ter what I hev got ter be a doin' ter make a livin 1 An' when a leller sez Tomorrow ib the refuge of the indolent of today. A "fashionable church" is a vestibule of perdition. Faith la the steam that runs the locomotive of prayer. Credit is the grease on the runwayb to bankruptcy. batata Juib an ever increasing surplus of hell scared Christians.

Praying without working beau Soup with a foik. It a mighty poor woman good for the average man. like eating who is not too The good time the devil promises you is geneially a racking headache and a deep regn-t. as how we are all a goin' ter hell, Zeke Slebbius don't take that kind 1 talk frurn nobody nohow." "What air yer goin 1 ter do about it, Zeke asked Abe village shoemakei. tinsmith, gunsmith and locksmith.

"Wall," drawled Zeke, "I 'low as how I'll go ter that air tent tonight, an' when thet onery little preacher begins fer ter shoot off his bazoo I'll just git up and perlitly invite him ter shooken ther dust, of Baldwin's Run offen his shoes." "But supposen he don't keer to queried Abe. "Wall, I'U be shooken them fur him," said Zeke. The news rapidly spread through the neighborhood tliat Zeke Stebbins was going to lick Preacher Theolog that night, and everybody prepared to go to the tent to see the tuu Rey. Mr. Theolog was stopping at the home of Adrian Warnock, the postmaster ot Baldwins Run aud the wealthiest man in the ueighboi hood.

It was currently reported that Warnock had "nigh outer a hun'red dollars ther bank down ter Fiuley," the county seat Libbie postmaster's only daughter, heard a rumor of the approaching trouble with Zeke when she went down to the postoflice with her father's supper neatly arranged in a basket. She was a pretty orirl of about eighteen hummers, and as Rev. Mr. Theolog was a guest at her father's house she had walked to and from the tent with him several times. This set the mountain gossips to talking and wondering if Libbie really intended to marry that spindle legged preacher.

Libbie hastened home and told the minister what she had heard. Rev. Mr. Theolog did not seem at all worried when he had heard tearful story. He was not a large man, but in prize ring parlance "he stripped and the preacher walked down the narrow valley toward the tent.

It was early, but a large crowd had gathered to see Zeke whip tho preacher, and every face wore a look ot expectancy. Zeke," whispered Libbie, pointing towards that worthy leaning against a tree. Rev. Mr. Theolog gazed at Zeke aud mentally sized him up.

Alter the simple songs and been sung by the faithful few and a short prayer offered by a colored brother, Rev. Mr. Theolog arose Perhaps it was intentional, and perhaps it as not, but his text that night was, "Woe to him that putteth the oup to his neighbor's lip." It was a terriffic denunciation of the liquor traffic, and every word seemed to be hurled at the burly form of Zeke. Finally Zeke felt that he could stand it no longer. Jumping upon a seat he shouted: on thar, you preacher feller.

I 'low as we folks down here know best erbout our own business, an' we ain't goin 1 ter hev no spindle-legged dude from up noith cum down hyar an' tell us what we'uns hasgotterdo. You shut right up an 1 get down out'en that air pulpit which you is disgraciu 1 by at- tackin' we'uus an 1 our business." Rev. Mr. Theolog grew a shade paler than usual, but he did not "comedown Instead of that he straightened up and pointed his finger at the enraged Zeke. sinful wretch, you destroyer of homes; you godless wine bibber and wine maker, flee from the wrath to come.

Quit your hellish business and walk no more in the paths of unrighteousness." This, aud more did Rev. Mr. Theolog Say, and the way he scored the wicked elements of Baldwin's Run in general and Zeke Stebbins in particular, brought a chorus of amena from the little band of brother and sisters Zeke temporarily subsided, but sullenly waited for the meeting to close. When the services were concluded the people hurried from the tent and anxiously waited for the trouble they knew was coming. When Rev Mr.

Theolog appeared Zeke stepped up to him and hoarsely asked: "Air you a goiu' ter leave Baldwin's Run, or air you a goin' to take a lickin' "Neither, my friend," calmly replied the young preacher. "Leave er be licked!" shouted the enraged Zeke. "I'll not leave, and you'll not whip me, Mr. Stebbius," was the quiet reply. Zeke roared like a mad bull, shed nis coat aud pranced towards the preacher Women screamed a little, but remained just the same.

Rev. Mr. Theolog quietly handed his Bible to a friend aad as quietly removed his coat. "I guess I'll have to do a little physical fighting for the Lord," he remarked Zeke rushed toward the preacher, but when he struck out he hit nothing The preacher stepped aside and with an upper cut that would have -been the envy of a prize ring champion hit Zeke beneath the ear. And over Zeke went.

But the local champion scrambled quickly to his feet aud returned Uth'e That fight is still the talk of the Baldwin's Run people. They solemnly H. E. RINCHEIM'S CASH DRY GOODS HOUSE We are Selling Those Pretty Wash G-oods at a Rate. DO.

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Clearing Sals Prices We i make dealing Sale Piicc? on Capes now in order to close them out. If interested call early and get a nice cape for a very.little money H. E. RSNGHEIM PERKY, IOWA. If tlila country hart free eoimiRU of common benye the circulating medium would still be loo small One of thp.bC days a.

lot of people will be sadly surprised to learu that there Is no oi cut to heaven. Some men arc tfood in their own estimation that they believe that. ChTlbt died merely to save their neigh borb. well." He smiled at tears and asked. is Zeke Steboins, Libbie?" he's the biggest aud strongest man iu the 1 sobbed the girl.

'-He drinks whisky and can whip anybody 'round here. 1 Libbie, don't you worry at all about me: I'll take care of myself. Now vou gut ready and we'll walk down to the tent." Libbie made a careful toilet and she swear that the preacher had six fists that worked by steam', and that every fist hit Zeke sixty times a minute. It was a short battle. Zeke went down to rise no more to fight His face was covered with blood and both eyes were fast closing.

But he managed to murmur: "It was a square tight an 1 ther preacher has licked me. He kin stay in Baldwin's Run forever, an' I'll lick the feller as bothers him." Rev. Mr. Theolotf and Libbie walked home together. When Libbie hesitatingly asked him if lie was hurt and how he managed to lick Zeke.

in such short order, Rev. Theolog answered. "No, Libbie, I am not hurt. How did I do if Science, Libbie. I did not take a course in boxing and general gymnastics for nothing.

Zeke was easy proy. He has no science and tights like a windmill. I believe I could whip two 01 three like him Libbie gazed admiringly at her escort aud said no more about the fight. The next morning Zeke, bruised and eyes down to Mr. VVaruock's home.

"Air that preacher man in he asked. Rev. Mr. Theolog came to the door and grasped Zeke's outstretched hand. Zeke said nothing for a minute, and then quietly remarked: "I've been doin' a powerful sight o' thinkin 1 since last night, Mr.

Preachur, an' I hev cum to ther conclusions that a feller of your size as kin put up such er fight must hev ther Lord or somebody else on his side. I hev come down ter inquire." Nobody knows, save Zeke and Kev. Mr. Theolog, just what they said after that. But at the services that night, when Rev.

Mr. Theolog closed his sermon and extended the invitation to sinful but repentant souls, Zeke Stebbins walked to the front and with tears in his swollen eyes made the good con- THESE WEIGH JUST RIGHT Ever hear of the grocer who used ''Ainbush ScaleB?" Ambush scales lie in weight. SIXTEEN OUNCES TO THE POUND We always make the scoop go down, too. Honest weight of honest goods at honest prices --that's our motto- SPEAKING OF GROCERIES We sell the best at the lowest prices. Let us prove this assertion.

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-SELLS THE BEST- HARD COAL SMITHING- COAL A SPECIALTY. fessiou. That was the opening wedge. Scvcial years have passed since then A little church lifts its spire from Baldwin's Run, and Rev. Mr.

Theolog is the pastor. He is married now and his wife looks like Libbie Warnock. Zeke is one of the elders, aud they do say that bince that eventful night when Zeke was whipped by the pieacher Uncle Sam has not found it necessary to send any of his agents to Baldwin's Run. Wood in 4-loot lengths or cut ready for the htove. at LOWEST PRICES.

Office and Yards Near Electric Light House. AH orders pronlptly fill PERRY, TOW THOS. -DEALER IN- SU3MVIM 3OV3d Some men make a practice of driving an ox into a pit on Satuiday night so as to have an excuse for lifting it, out on Sunday. Joshua blew seven blasts on his trumpet and the walls of Jerico fell down. That's why some preachers make so much noise when they attack the citadel of sin.

The churches are full of storage battery Christians who have to be rc-chargcd by a revival about, twice a year. If It were not for the dynamo Christians the current of civilisation would soon he cut off. A woman can by a dollar's worth of calico, thread and and make a dress that See the ball game tomorrow and be happy. For Carriage Painting, Carriage trimming and upholstering, consult F. A.

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