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88 CONCERNING OUR SENTIMENTS. REMARK recently overheard, to the effect that LIFE is Democratic, leads us to state our sentiments in the present campaign. LiFe. believes in the Republican Party. But when the Republican Party makes what seems to us to be so unpardonable an error as to nominate for the Presidency a gentleman of so crooked a record as Mr, Blaine, we feel free to oppose its choice. We may be wrong. Mr. Blaine may turn out to be a small galvanized Saint just fitted for the exalted position of Presi- dent of the United States. However this may be, just at present we are not dazzled by the brilliancy of his halo, and from our present point of view see very little but tarnished brass in this ideal candi- date. We feel that we have as much right to disagree with the Republican Party the Republican Party has to disagree with us without being called Democratic. One gentleman who prides himself on the hypothesis that his individual copy of Lire is the extent of our circulation, writes an ungrammat Il-spelt letter to us, rebuking us because we print two “ atures in a single issue” upon Jo n't be too sure that ev- ar. the immaculate Blaine, and sai ery one thinks as you do. How foolish this is ! If we were sure that every one thinks as we do we would let the whole campaign go without a word of comment, feel- ing that the country was safe for the next four years in having least an honest man, Governor Cleveland. To our intolerant friends we say whomever we consider worthy, him will we support, be he Democrat, Dude, Pharisee or Republican. In this instance he is a Democrat. And yet we are not over and above pleased with the Dem- ocratic ticket. We respect Mr. Cleveland and the Democracy of Mr. Bay- ard. We dislike Mr. Hendricks and the Democracy of Kelly, Butler and others. If Mr. Cleveland could be separated from Mr. Hendricks we would drop the latter. Unfortunately this is impossible, and being of the opinion that a ticket composed of a common sense and honest head combined with a copperhead in a position where the cop- perheadism is harmless, is preferable to a front of brass with a tail fit only to be wagged, we support Cleveland and Hen? dricks rather than Blaine and Logan. ‘This is the extent of Lire’s Democracy. as its Executive A YOUNG theologian preached classes of a female college. out: Lord, before the assembled In his opening prayer he cried O, Lord, kindle a flame of love in our hearts, and, O, ter it—water it!” THE most cordial of all one’s corner friends—Old Tom. ‘LIFE: PULLED BACK. By HuGeE GONEAWAY. CHAPTER III. Geneva and Siberia, N Geneva I met the ill-favored Italian with whom Bunion and I had had words in Turin and judging from his ap- pearance that he patronized the abode of “My Uncle,” I enquired of him as to Sceneri’s whereabouts. After much prevarication as behooved one of his nationality he told me. I then informed him of my marriage with Pauline, and he was seized with most uncontrollable anger, remarking quite plainly, “ Ignorammitati ; beni butli et trayspotti It was with difficulty that I restrained myself from grasping him by the throat, After leaving the Italian 1 went in a cheap cab to Sceneri’s residence. He told me little, save that he had hypothecated a large fortune belonging to Pauline, on the last election and had lost it all. He also said that she had lost her mind through some terrible shock, he would not say what, two years back. I refrained from asking what shock for fear of receiving some flippant and immaterial reply. 1 had been caught that way before. I surmise, however, that Pauline in some way came in contact with a certain magnetic candidate. But of this anon. Said Sceneri: “Macaroni who was fool enough to give you my address wanted to marry her. Good-bye Vaughan, I'm going to Russia to help raise a new line of Czars. For full particulars sce Chapter VIL of our book.” 1 could not forbear taking his generous hand. “ Doctor you've wronged me.” “You ‘re right, young man. But then, Centemeri dongio- vanni di lammermoor,” said he with a smile so charming that I almost forgave him. I thus returned to England bearing with me Macaroni’s promise to call upon me with explanations as to my wife's minus mindedness. With commendable promptness for an Italian, he turned up somewhat less than a year later, and as- serted that he was Pauline’s brother, which fact, however, he was unable to prove, for said he: “TL lost the strawberry mark fighting for Garibaldi.” He emphasized these remarks by jabbing the table with a long bowie knife which he carried in his boot. My wife, to whom his presence seemed to give much uneasiness, and whose ac- tions toward him did not go to substitute the missing straw- berry mark in proving filial relationship, fainted at the sight of the bowie. Poor thing,” said Priscilla, “she always was afraid of bo-ys !” For once in my life 1 became angry with Priscilla, and as for Macaroni, I grew suspicious of him. My wife was so very sick that I deemed it hardly worth my while to send for a doctor. He could probably do nothing except make out his bill for services, and although I told Sceneri that I had 70,000 lires per annum, I lately had re- comicbooks.com