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Show THE DEADLY CURRENT. The other day a number of telephone linemen were stretching a wire along ono of the thoroughfares of this city when a farmer driving down the street, heedless of the warning of the linemen, line-men, ran his poor horse into the wire, pulled it over against tho trolly wire of tho electric railroad, and down went the pony as dead as a door nail. That horse was like the little squad of "laboring men " who a few days ago made up a ticket and decided to pull for themselves. Had they been left alone they would have continued to feed in the green pastures of peaceful citizenship. But the "labor party," like tho horse, allowed itself to ho hitched to an old wagon and submitted to being driven by a pprty (more expert with the whip than common sense tactics) that would not listen to the warning of men who understood the power of the current of advanced government. Tho "labor" party is being driven into the deadly wire by its People's party driver, and on Monday it will receive a shock that will bring it to the ground as dead as that poor horse. Tho People's party, like tho foolish driver, will rush forward for-ward to disentangle its dead friend; and when, heedless of the further warnings of the worthy linemen, it, picks up the wire in tho hope of freeing entangled "labor," the death-dealing current will pass through its withered frame, extinguishing extin-guishing the little spark of life that still remains, leaving to its few sympathizers sympathiz-ers only the dusty ashes of a cremated corpse. Funeral Monday eveniug after election elec-tion returns arc counted. No flowers. |