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nothing that comfortable lodging the police station a good breakfast and either thirty days in the county jail or a ride to the bridge which leads toward Council Bluffs. It is not fair that Omaha and Douglas county should be regularly called upon to support the tramps and paupers from various parts of the state, but until a workhouse is established or some other practical plan devised the annual winter pilgrimage toward Omaha will be continued.

The fierce Indian war manufactured by newspaper correspondents is only equaled by the fierce rivalry that republican editors have imagined between Cleveland and Hill.

Senator Voorhees is level headed in recommending rations instead of rifles and beef instead of balls for the Indians.

Look out for more silver bill scandals, in which the people get the bill and the congressional speculators the silver.

The Philadelphia Times wants to know what will be the next step in the Indian ghost dance. Mis-step, probably.

Business in Omaha is brisk, if the big crush of advertisements in today's paper is any indication.

Omaha bankers agree that Omaha is O.K.

THE CLEANERS SHEAF.
The sad fate of the poor young student in the Iowa university, who climbed to the last rung of the ladder reaching the platform of graduation, and then fell because he trod the rotten rung of deceit, ought to point several morals, but most or all this one, that our schools generally pull open prematurely the buds of achievement in their pupils in the vain effort to adorn their commencements with fully opened blossoms, and therefore, are argely responsible for their pupils fall from morality.

Children and youths have capacities for work in life, and an ideal education should vary accordingly.

Possibly this class had been thus educated, but when they were to have their reward from their alma mater, of their years of work - a diploma - a statement that they had passed through the course of studies prescribed, each pupil was required on the great show day to give the self-same exhibition of the results of his education, namely, write and deliver an essay. Probably, as this young man indirectly showed by his offer to change work, his capacities lay in another direction, for to very few are given even the germ of a talent for composition, that outward and visible sign of an inward study into the heart of ideas and actions, which only has its full flower in mature life and its experiences, and he felt himself totally incompetent to give an adequate idea of the results of his years of study through his pen - therefore, the school has placed temptation in his way, for he must write or forfeit his diploma. In order to have a creditable essay he bought and paid for it with other work - which he could do. Under the circumstances had the university any right to withhold his diploma, which he had earned by previous work? And what of the young man, his accomplice, who transgressed thrice to his once, and who goes unpunished? Justice seems all lopsided in that direction.

Further now about this business of essays delivered by the youthful student before the public. Among the graduates of our high school is a beautiful young girl, who shows the possession of this great talent, the power to put into fitting words ideas which shall go down into the hearts of the people and help them to a better life. Asked the other day if she were writing anything she answered, "No, not much." I don't seem to have any idea myself. If some one will only help me to those I can write about them."

And that speech showed she dimly understood and felt as yet the lack of the fundamental requisite of a writer - some source of supply from within.

And whence comes that supply?

Each day of her life a portion of it will come to her. From everything it will come, if her mind has the alchemic power of extracting it; from the duty she does, however simple; from the actions of those about her; from the accounts of life she sees in those great mirrors the papers; the ceaseless action of the city around her' from the grass, the trees, her game of lawn tennis or lesson in manual work; from books; from everything through every sense come germs' which drop into this geat field of mind and grow into, beautiful plants, whose fruit she shall by and by give to the world.

But what if she picks from them now the unripened fruit to show to the public? What if she allow the love of display to destroy those tender buds, which, if carefully nourished will some day bear glorious fruit? But, thank God, with a father and mother who understand and shun this display of their children's crude efforts, the tender plants of fancy and sentiment, of humor and pathos, of wit and wisdom, will grow in this young mind great and strong, and one day a poet will teach the world with sweet songs.

But ah, sad thought! Who feels deep and strong, who learns to know and feel the great truths, must first suffer. Can we be willing to see our dear young poet pass through trial and affliction, such as have torn strong hearts and turned hair gray, and planted furrows on the brow?
Oven that, if it gave her the wisdom that shall make the soul great and enable her to teach and help others.

She took up the Sunday paper and read it over her coffee. One morning, at least, in the week she would be a woman of leisure. Six mornings she must get up early and hurry to work. But this seventh she would take a few hours to feed her brain and mind. So she studied the Irish question - with a taste of the Irish scandal to give it zest. She looked to see if the Indians were yet dangling any scalps at their ghost dances. She pondered over the next move of the great fathers at Washington. She learned how the good fathers of Omaha, who let Stanley sleep on piles of paper in the old Republican office and get his meals by holding up the printers as they came from their morning's work in days gone by, were now going to wine him and dine him and toast him because the rest of the world did. She road that Mrs. L. had a Kensington toa, Mrs. L. had a lunch party, Mrs. C. a dancing party, and their rooms were all beautifully decked with roses and palms and chrysanthemums and smilax, and there were no thorns and no withered leaves, and probably no heartaches, strifes or envyings- at least no notice of them - and after this last dose of stimulating brain diet she arrived at "What Woman Are Doing." Here she was confronted with the question, "Did you ever have to go without stockings?" She was a little startled, for she had been uneasily thinking she would soon have to if she did not earn money enough to replace the present much worn two pair that would soon take leave by piecemeal, but she read on, hoping some others' experience would teach her a method of avoiding such an undesirable situation. The next was even more startling: "Did you ever go through the winter without any flannel underclothing, and only a calico dress very faded?" Beyond her experience as yet, though she seemed on the road to it - but what was all this for? Oh, aid for the western homesteaders. Looking down the column and then she went back and read it more carefully, thinking in between the lines of how she would like to help them, and seeing again the swod houses and dug-outs which used to be so familiar when she traveled over Nebraska prairies in a wagon. But "there should not be a superfluous garment left in any house in Nebraska." True, true, and she tried to think of some in her's, but couldn't, for she had picked up and given the very few she could possibly spare to the woman with six children out at Mascott, who were always so near a state of nature that a blink of cold weather would make them so outrageously purple and coarse skinned. "Six or eight wrapper, and dear, and she had two besides where became one of them too light to weary of flannals are real cold... pairs of stockings." Of course no one had a right to so many. But if she only had them now that she might give a few to prairie sufferers.

"Every prosperous woman in Nebraska can send 50 cents." Ah, there was the rub. She wasn't prosperous and did not dare spend the few dollars left for anything but rent and fuel and food until she knew where more was coming from. And there was not an unnecessary garment in the house fit to send even to a dugout, so she put aside the paper with a sign; she had learned to go without much, but it was hard to go without the pleasure of giving.

She took up the Sunday paper and read it over her coffee. Six nights and days had she danced and Kensington-tead, high-fived and received and been received, and the seventh she was reading about it in "What Society Is Doing." She smiled as she read that "Miss Doe was charming in a pale pink silk with gauze front embroidered." That highly entertaining page ended she dropped the paper listlessly. After a moment her eye rested upon it again unconsciously and she read, "Have you ever been obliged to go without stockings?" "What in the world" - and she picked up the paper again and glanced on down the column. "Oh, it's only a plea for those dried up homesteaders from Elia W. Peattie. Let her give one of her six gowns if she will, I can't spare any of my twelve, and goodness knows whether it would get to them if I sent one. This is constantly begging through the papers makes me tired," and she lay back in the ribbon dacked chair with her silken tea gown just showing at its edge the dainty slippers nestled in the fur before the grate, and dozed and dreamed of that last waltz.

But these were only two of a multitude, and most of that multitude went to bureau drawer and overflowing closet and trunk in the attic and many denied themselves more than a ruche or a bottle of olives that inhabitants of the sod houses and the dugouts in light rejoice.

THE PUBLIC PULSE.
(Under this head the World-Herald will print communications on current topics from its readers, provided the letters do not make over one-third of a column. Anonymous communications will not be noticed. Writers must sign their names, not for publication, but for the editor's benefit. Unless the above requirements are strictly compelled with the letters will not be printed.)

No Convenience to Drummers.
Grand Island, Neb. DEec. 6 - To the Editor of the World-Herald - To hear the Union Pacific company speak of their conveniences to the traveling public, people would actually think they were first class. They may be for some people who have to make a long journey. But take the drummer, who has to stop at almost every little town along the road, and then you will find out different. Supposing you take an afternoon train from Schuyler to Benton or Silver Creek. You get there and do your business, then you have to stay there until the next day and take the same train you came in on. This does not really give the drummer justice, and I think some one of the officials ought to take this matter in hand and makes some alteration. They don't take into consideration the amount of freight that the drummer sends over their roads and the amount of mileage and excess books be buys. No, they are too selfish.

Today I wanted to ride on a freight from a certain town on their road to the second town as I had a customer in bad shape and I want to be there to look after matters."

This is the telegram I told the operator to send: "Can traveling man ride on freight to certain town; customer in bad shape and I want to be there to look after matters."

This is the answer I received:
"O. Bluffs: Can't allow freight to carry passengers. T.H. Keeshen."

The freight had been standing here for one hour and a half standing here for one hour and a half unloading sheep, but they could not carry a drummer to the second station.

I am a traveling man and can produce the telegram any time. Traveler.

Omaha Again.
(Christian Advocate.)

An editorial note in The Christian Advocate of November 13 on the population of Omaha as given in the official census report has provoked some adverse criticism among prominent citizens of that splendid western city. Our readers will find on the fourth page of this paper a caustic letter from a leading banker of Omaha, who is well acquainted with the facts and therefore entitled to be heard. The letter is cheerfully printed in the interest of justice and fairness. Our correspondent has guessed at the source of our information but missed it. We did not publish our note without due consideration, nor did we obtain our information from prohibition papers. The figures he gives appear to be reliable and seem to make out the case, but we regret that our correspondent does not explain the alleged confession of the men who served the official enumerator, which is a material fact. Until it is explained our minds remain in a state of uncertainty. Can our correspondent furnish light at this point?

The World-Herald of that city criticises our note in a dignified and respectful tone, reminding its readers that others besides eastern people have been surprised at the marvelous growth of the metropolis of Nebraska during the last decade. It is impossible for a religious weekly to have a special correspondent in every prominent city to furnish such facts as ought to be noted. It is therefore compelled to do the next best thing and gather some of its information from other journals. Knowing well that some papers are far less reliable than others, we aim to rely only on the best authorities. But when the greatest care is exercised we are sometimes misled. When this happens we are glad to receive and print a correction of all erroneous statements.

Omaha has been named as the place where our general conference of 1892 shall hold its session. Some objection was made to the selection on the ground that the Methodist people of the city would not be able to furnish entertainment for so large body for four weeks. But if the census returns are reliable, and our correspondents have stated the case correctly, there appears to be no good reason for any fear on that fear on that score.

The Omaha Census.
Editor Christian Advocate: In your issue of the Christian Advocate of Thursday, November 18 last, in the third column of the second page, there is a very unjust and unfair criticism on the good name of our city of Omaha as to its federal census returns being padded with a view of defeating prohibition. As a citizen, and one of the heaviest taxpayers of this city, I beg to say that the charges made by the New York Voice, the Chicago Lover the Omaha Leader - all prohibition papers - are wholly false and without even a scintilla of truth in them. In answer to the charge that our census returns were padded for the purpose of piling up anti-prohibition voices, in case such were needed, would simply say that the laws of our state require all cities of the first class to have every voter registered under oath on certain days previous to election, which days are set apart and named by law. Any one so desiring can count the number of votes before the polls are opened, and should the total vote of the city exceed such count, the evidence of fraud would be so plain that the whole vote could be thrown out.

Our city directory for 1890, which was issued last April, contains 856 pages of names, with an average of fifty-five names to each page, or 56,915 names, which number, multiplied by the number three, will give us a population of 140,745.
Again, the vote of our city, as compared with other cities in the west, at our last November election, more than confirms the report of the United States bureau as to our population for 1890 being 139,750. For instance, the vote cast by the following respective cities was:

Minneapolis...26,954
Omaha...21,458
St. Paul...19,022
Kansas City...17,060
Denver...16,090

The population of the above named five cities, as shown by the federal census, is as follows:

Minneapolis...104,738
Omaha...139,750
St. Paul...133,301
Kansas City...132,000
Denver...126,000

With above statement of facts presented for your notification, if so desired, I believe you had to do the city of Omaha the