Morning Appeal

Thursday, August 12, 1886.

THE SCARE OVER.

For some months past citizens of Carson have been under a sort of vague feeling of terror inspired by the fact that they realized that a Secret Committee—whose movements are as mysterious as the Danite Band of Utah—were engaged in prowling about their premises with a view to report them to an organization, once known and respected as the Anti-Chinese League, but now by common consent alluded to everywhere as the Garrard Club.

This Secret Committee has terrorized timid people in this community long enough and now that its aims, purposes, and weaknesses have been thoroughly unmasked no one cares a snap of one finger for them, and they are now nothing more than a laughing stock all over the State of Nevada.

No man of courage, sense or ordinary intelligence need any longer in this city fear the dictates of the little corporal's guard which now seek to crack their lash over the business interests of Carson.

When a man poses as a friend of the laboring classes who cannot tell a hatchet from a hand-saw and who has done nothing for a quarter of a century but drawn money from the public crib, it is not surprising that the laboring classes repudiate him, and when men who do not pay their debts, taxes or licenses, essay to run the business of the city it is not surprising that a broad grin spreads over the town every time the citizens think of it.

Let us no longer stand in fear of these forty men who under the cheap guise of friends of the laboring classes, seek to so discountenance business, destroy values and cripple capital. Through them the laboring man's condition promises to be worse than ever before, for the same reason that they are warring upon tax-payers, wage payers and business men.

The laboring men must be as crazy as a bed bug, who for a moment suppose that this crowd will ever do anything more than use him for political purposes. It is certain that those who own very little property and have nothing in common with the community will never pay any wages to anybody.

The reign of these men has been as short lived, as it has been ridiculous, and now no one with the courage of a sheep thinks of allowing them to dictate in the slightest degree how he should conduct his business.

It forcibly calls to mind Gen. Grant's allusion to a similar crowd. He compared the yells of dissatisfied politicians to a pack of hungry coyotes howling in the sagebrush. They sound like five thousand but are seldom more than two or three. Always numerous and formidable until counted. Anyone who counts this crowd will no longer fear them.