nt. That school should teach the eternal facts, and he
that denied the facts would then be known for a fool or a rogue--and not
be thought a Messiah.

I love sentiment, and I believe in God. And I believe that facts are
God's glorious handiwork. "Ye shall know the truth, and the truth will
set you free." The man who shuns realities because they belittle him is
on the wrong road; he is hopelessly lost from the beginning.

CHAPTER XXX VIII. THE EDITOR GETS MY GOAT

Madison county, Indiana, was a Democratic stronghold outside the mill
towns, and a few farming townships. Free silver orators were telling
the farmers that under a gold standard no factory could run. The farmers
could see the smoke of the tin mills which had built a great city just
beyond their corn-fields. The silver men explained that smoke as "a
dummy factory set up by Mark Hanna with Wall Street money to make a
smoke and fool the people into thinking that it was a real factory and
that industry was reviving under a Republican tariff." The orators
said the best proof that it was a sham mill lay in the fact that the
plutocrats claimed it was a tin mill, while "everybody knows it is
impossible to manufacture tin plate in America."

My method of getting votes for the tariff was to take young Democrats
from the mill and transport them to Democratic rallies in the far corner
of the county where they heard their Democratic orators saying that the
mill was a sham put up to fool voters and that it was not manufacturing
any tin. When the young Democrats heard such rot they turned against
their party. They were farm boys who had been brought up in that county
and had quit the farm and gone into the tin mill because they could
earn twice as much making tin as they could farming. A worker at work
is hard-headed enough to know that when an orator tells him he is not
working and not earning any money, the orator is an ass. These lies
about fake factories hurt the Democrats by turning all the mill
Democrats into Republicans. This is the only method I have ever used in
campaigning. The Republicans carried the town. When, two years later,
I ran for city clerk, they passed around the rumor that I was a wild
Welshman from a land where the tribes lived in caves and wore leather
skirts and wooden shoes, and that I had had my first introduction to a
pants-wearing people when I came to America. They said that I had not
yet learned to speak English, could not spell my own