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but they do not reflect that poverty and test will be between the producers of want of money obscured the light of rea- wealth on the one side, and the absorbson and humanity, and filled the land ers of wealth on the other. Cunning has with gloom and despair. A nation with- been victorious thus far only because the out money is dependent like a tramp, and American people believed it was imposmeek and cowardly like a starving beg- sible that they had been betrayed by gar.

their trusted leaders until the object-lesAmid all the gloom of the Dark Ages son of universal distress was brought how quickly light dawned when a new home to every household in the land. world of rich mines of gold and silver was They now know and appreciate the truth discovered! The nature of man seemed that the men they placed in power changed in the twinkling of an eye, and have surrendered the government of the the proud spirit of the ancient Romans United States to an alien gold trust. was again seen and made manifest in They will resent such treachery and deevery part of Europe. It was poverty mand that the dodgers and skulkers of and want which made Europeans slaves. all parties shall throw off the mask and It was the gold and silver that the New do battle in the open field for the people World furnished the Old which made against the gold trust, or for the gold Europeans and Americans free men. trust against the people. Money famine and slavery are always No class of men will be so much detwin sisters in misery. Freedom and an spised in the coming contest as the stradabundant supply of money always go dlers and dodgers who have been playing hand in hand in prosperity. In each the game of good-Lord-good-de vil for their case the two are inseparable.

own dishonest and selfish purposes. The Restore the money of the Constitu- army of go-betweens will be held in the tion by opening the mints to the unre- same contempt as the compromisers and stricted coinage of the two metals, and skulkers were from 1860, to 1865. In prosperity will come with the increased those days no man who tried to be on supply of money as surely as adversity both sides of the contest was trusted by has already come by the shrinking sup- either. Each suspected him and expelled ply of money produced by the crime of him from camp. It will be so in the com1873. In the contest between gold mo- ing contest with the pretended bimetalnopoly and the money of the Constitution ists who talk for silver and vote to put the consolidated banks of the commercial gold men in power. The earnest friends world, with the bondholders and money of Constitutional money have looked forchangers, will fight for the gold standard. ward to the day when the creatures of Time-servers, cringing politicians, trem- an alien gold trust would be compelled to bling debtors, office-holders with fixed separate themselves from the honest mass incomes, and fawning hypocrites and of wealth-producers. The people are at sycophants of every name and nature, last moving for liberty and independence, will rally under the banner of gold mo- and they will secure both in spite of the nopoly. The opposing ranks will include power of money, patronage, and the comevery honest, independent, liberty-loving bination of the two old partie to do the citizen of the United States.

The con-
bidding of an alien gold trust.

William M. Stewart.

YAT.”

A DIGGER INDIAN STORY OF THE CALIFORNIAN FOOTHILLS.

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point — from which one can look down

upon wide level fieids cut into sections by THIS is not my story; it is the story of hair-lines of fence, a few brown-roofed

he older inhabitants of Pleasant Val- houses, and running through the valley ley, told as they tell it when you have like a winding white ribbon, the gleaming made them understand that you really sands of Deer Creek — that there was a want to hear something of the Digger In- “big soup" and Yat- the stalwart, dians - at least something of that tribe robust Yat- became as a little child. which has from “the beginning” dwelt His name was not Yat. " Yat" was in this little valley of the Sierra Nevada. what the white people called him. His It is not told in the language of the nar- real name was spelled differently, but it rators, for they are ordinary, sensible sounded something like Yat, and so it farmer folk, and they have no particular became Yat. dialect, unless a trifling superabundance Yat was twenty-three then, - a of ungrammatical phrase can be called a strong, straight, supple young man, with “dialect.” This latter cannot be better a well-featured, pleasant face. He was shown than in their reply to your ques- an orphan. His mother had died when tion,

he was yet a little papoose, and his “ Don't know nothin' about them father had become involved in a row Diggers, except that you can smell 'em with some white men over a mining claim three miles off.” Which is the truth, as on the Yuba, and had been shot for his every one knows.

temerity. An old squaw, who was some The Pleasant Valley tribe — or the sort of relative, took him in then and he Pleasant Valleys, as they are called -- grew up under her care until she died dwells today on a little knoll back in the and they cremated her with wierd and heavy timber, hidden from view from

solemn ceremony. the road which winds through the valley Yat was the champion of the tribe, and and leads up to the rich Nevada County as such was, of course, loved and dismines. But long years ago they had liked. Loved by the squaws, the older their camp - and indeed, they moved men, Chief Pamblo, and some of the but recently --- on a high knoll which young bucks; disliked by the would be overlooked the lower portion of Pleasant athletes who were always defeated in Valley. The hill Digger invariably sets contests with him. But Yat himself had his lodge upon an eminence of some kind, no enmities; he smiled at those who if it is possible. He was trained to it in praised him, and laughed at those who his youth, when the tribes were power- sneered at him. He loved them all, he ful and an overlooking position was said, but he did not say that there was necessity, - and an Indian is slow to one whom he loved more than all the forget. It was here, on the high craggy others. The name of this one was not

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Maria,” but so she was called. She was the third person who knew of that belonged to a different camp from Yat's prize. As Yat passed her she leaned the Penn Valley tribe, who dwelt a few towards him and whispered, “Win, miles away over the hills. She was of Yat." slight figure, graceful in a certain Indian He smiled proudly and walked on up way, but not very pretty. Her hair was the course with confident bearing. Just straight, and fell in a tangled mass about behind him came George, and as he went her shoulders; her nose was flat, her by she whispered to him also, and mouth wide, and her eyebrows heavy although she said but one little word his and black. But the dark, quick eyes heart beat high with hope ; for that word and the mocking smile that always lurked was also, “Win." around her mouth made the face attract They stood braced for the signal to go. ive.

From where Maria was they appeared as Yat loved it and hoped sometime to see two specks. Suddenly the specks moved, it smiling at him in his own house. But and soon became two men running in an there was another who loved that face, easy trot. The wind floated their black and as he belonged to the girl's own hair back from their faces and the sun tribe, he had more opportunity to woo shone on their bare shoulders. Steadily her. This young man's name was and slowly they came, their bent arms George, and he was the son of a sub held closely to their sides and their bodchief. More than that, he was quite an ies bending forward. Then their speed athlete himself and had won some dis began to increase and their positions to tinction in competitive sports with other change. Suddenly one of the spectators, tribes. So when the third day of the a Penn Valley Indian, yelled; the racers big fandango came and it was announced were on the home stretch, and George that Yat and George would run a race, was slightly ahead. Then a Pleasant there was much speculation as to who Valley Indian shouted something and would win. The Pleasant Valleys, even cheered; Yat had drawn up even with to the last of those jealous of Yat's prow- George.

George. Now came the tug, and great ess, stood up for their champion, and the was the excitement. The heavy lines Penn Valleys did the same in regard to on each side of the course surged to George. So there were many bets up and fro, the Indians yelling savagely. and good prizes had been offered for the

Slowly George began to draw ahead. winner.

His face was set and his every

muscle But there was one prize which only was strained. Just before him was the three persons knew anything about. line - and Maria - and he was straining The two rivals did not forget this when

every nerve to reach them ahead of his they stripped for the race and passed rival.

rival. So near were they coming that around so they could walk out by Maria. she could see the set look on their faces, She sat at the lower end of the course the muscle-shadows on their bodies, and where she could see the winner as he hear the swiftly increasing "plut-a-plut" came over the line. Her gala dress, a of their feet in the soft dust.

The Penn bright new calico, showed off her native

Valleys yelled like demons now, and the charms to the best and her eyes were Pleasant Valleys became silent. But not dancing. She tossed her shiny black for long. Suddenly the latter burst into hair back from her face every little

a very roar of cheers, for Yat, their own while and beat her foot restlessly. She Yat, gathering himself to one mighty

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water was very cold. But the race had slain his first deer, and down in the vabeen a long one, the sun had been warm, ley, in a bend of the road, he had firs and Yat was in a bath of perspiration. seen Maria. Where was Maria now? The thought of those pools was pleasant. Why had she not come to see him ? H: Behind him he heard the shouts of his had been expecting her all day but sho people, and as he reached the willows had not come. Almost every one else that grew by the creek he turned his had come around to stab him with the head and looked back. George was wondering -- or worse, pitying - looks. sitting down at one side, a few of his but not Maria. camp around him. Maria was standing Toward evening they brought hir where she had been throughout the race, food, but he did not taste it, and answered and seeing him looking back, she waved nothing to their questions. her hand. He waved in return and was none that night, but sat there moveless hidden from view by the heavy copse of as a stone until the east flushed and the green willows.

sunlight filtered in through the pine A few minutes later two of Yat's boughs above him. In the forenoon the friends came down to congratulate him. medicine men consulted again, but could They found him crouching in a shallow do nothing; and in the afternoon Maria part of the pool, his head held out of the came. Yat was looking steadily out at water by one long arm which grasped a the hills when Maria suddenly appeared willow branch. He had plunged into the upon the threshold. Yat's heart bounded ice-cold water and the result had been a and he stretched out his long arms imcramp. He was pulled out and all the pulsively. “O Maria, Maria !” he said. medicine men were consulted. It was But Maria said nothing. Her face was useless. One of Yat's legs was bent in the shadow, but Yat felt the coldness. tight under him and nothing could break His arms dropped slowly and his eyes the grip of those iron muscles. They fell. Then Maria began to laugh — a wanted to carry him up to the camp, but mocking, heartless laugh. Yat would not allow it. That he, the d. The great Yat!” she said. “The champion of the tribe, should be forced strong, the mighty Yat!" She came into sit like an old squaw was terrible. He side and approached him. “How like was stung suddenly with the thought of an old woman you look. And would n't his fallen prowess and he wanted to be you make a fine husband ?” left alone. So the young men cut some “But I won you," said Yat sullenly. green boughs and made a roof over him Maria laughed. “Won me ? No. It where he sat by the side of the little was the strong, stalwart Yat who won creek.

me; not the old-woman Yat. Yat the All the rest of that afternoon he sat champion is dead. Do you think I would there like a block of wood and gazed marry you? It would be nice, would n't stolidly straight in front of him. His it? I could gather acorns and kill the view included only a green strip of the game and slave myself to death. And valley and a wedge of the hills, but a you could sit here and keep the blue-jays thousand memories came to him as he away. Maybe you could pond up the gazed. Over there on that sharp point acorns. Do you think you could ?” he had killed a mountain cat when he Yat answered nothing. A fierce fire was a little boy ; just below, on a little was raging in his heart. He law it all flat where there was a spring, he had

He saw how cruel, how heartless,

now.

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