Bloomington Progress, Bloomington, Monroe County, 12 January 1900 — Page 3

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CHAPTER V. It Is not necessary to the order of our narrative that we should follow minutely the incidents that were connected with the career of Harry Sutherland. His lervices were particularly beneficial to toe interests of his country, and a short time before the commissioners were dispatched to negotiate the treaty that put a final end to the differences between Great Britain and America he was advanced to the rank of post captain in the navy. Nearly two years had elapsed since his departure from New York before he again returned to his native city. He had been almost constantly afloat from the date of Ids entry until his promotion, and had on several occasions distinguished himself in common with those heroes who, sallying out with their scanty fleets to oppose the armadas of a powerful maritime nation, flushed with the recollection of a thousand victories and confident in future snccess, yet taught them that victory was not always to the strong and that a sacred cause is sometimes more effective than a host of men in arms. Harry Sutherland, who had but a little while before wandered from his parental abode, a mere boy, almost friendless and unknown, had now returned with the laurel on Ms brow, to the shores of that country he so ably defended against her enemies. He had come back to live with those in" whose memories he was cherished with honor, and in whose affections he was remembered with gratitude; he had braved the terrors of the battle and the wrath of the tempest, that his native land might be blessed with liberty and peace. It w.as late in an evening in September when he arrived in Philadelphia. His coming was unexpected, and consequently there were none to receive him. What a contrast with his debarkation at. New York but one week before! then the huzzas of a multitude had welcomed him. He stopped upon the wharf amid a variety of emotions; all the actions of his past life, all his hopes and fears, all the fancies that his imagination had pictured for years, rushed upon his mind, creating an excitement that grew painful with its intensity. The waters of the Schuylkill flashed before him; then the contiguity of his early home brought other thoughts and other recollections; every spot of ground reminded him of some feat or frolic of his boyhood, every feature of the scene gave birth to some familiar reminiscence or other, and, he thought, of happier days. He crossed the river, the moonlit river, he ascended the further bank, and the mansion of his father broke full upon his

ISnterinsr the sate, he passed along the

graveled avenue with a pace somewhat moderated. At the foot of the steps a huge Newfoundland dog was reposing upon a mat it was his old playfellow the companion of all his juvenile expeditions; he called to him, he patted him, but the animal growled at his caresses; he had forgotten the hand that once fed him.

Without waiting to be admitted, he opened the door, and turning to the right, he entered the sitting room. A solitary individual occupied a chair in front of the fire, and was seemingly lost in reverie, yet he could not mistake the contour of that form, although his face was turnedaway; it was his sire. "Father!" exclaimed Harry Sutherland, stretching .forth his hand. The old man started at the sound, rose from his seat, a beam of joy irradiated his countenance, and in another moment he was. in the arms of his long-lost hoy.. There are periods in.our existence when we pause, as it were, and look back upon the incidents of other years, as the txaveler who stops in the highway to study out and reflect upon things .that he scarcely noticed in his passage; and the few days that our hero spent beneath the roof of his paternal domain was to him that season of life. In the peaceful retirement of his home Harry Sutherland learned to commune with his own thoughts, and in a spirit, too, better suited to contemplation; for his feelings sympathized with the calmness of everything around him, giving to his mental powers a store of additional profundity, as well as e greater degree of application; so that in a little time he relapsed into that meditative and solitary mood that his wild and exciting profession had for a season partially quenched, but never totally extinguished. There"was one circumstance that at times threw a shade of sadness over his brow and plunged him into an abyss of distressing reflections, and that was the deep, though silent and somewhat stern grief of his father. The same morbid melancholy that he remembered him to indulge in still existed in his disposition; and though it was not now attended with the violent bursts of passion that he had eo often witnessed when a boy, there was a settled sorrow about it that rendered ( him even a more eligible object for commiseration. The son knew not to what cause this effect could be attributed. His father labored under no embarrassments with respect to future; he was opulent to independence; his health, though not the best, was far from being delicate; he was not ambitious, nor proud, nor avaricious; nor was he reallya misanthrope; and to study out the causes of this peculiarity was ften the employment ef our hero's thought

Often Harry thought his fattier betrayed a want of confidence in him by not imparting to him the cause of all this evident unhappiness. He considered himself now sufficiently experienced to be a confidant in the sorrows of his sire, and had more than once resolved to question him upon the subject. At length he could tolerate the anxiety produced by these causes no longer. It was a dull, disagreeable day. The father and son were the only occupants of the parlor. There had been a long pause; neither had spoken for many minutes, and each seemed to fear the sound of his own voice. "Father," said the son, at last, pained at the long-continued stillness, "are you unhappy?" "Unhappy, Henry?" exclaimed the father, in a hollow voice, wf iie he was evidently startled at the question; "yes, my son, I am indeed unhappy, most unhappy." "May I ask you, father, what has produced this state of feeling?" "Harry," exclaimed the father, grasping the arm of his son with desperate wildness, "it is enough that one of us is miserable;" he stopped suddenly, rose from his seat, paced the apartment for awhile, and, bursting into tears, left his son alone, in mingled grief and astonishment. Our hero did not see his sire again that evening. All hope of ever discovering the cause of his parent's sorrow by his own agency were now at an end; and though the words of his father had raised curiosity to a higher degree, he felt that he must leave to time and accident the longed-for eclaircissement. The winds had abated the rain had ceased and the vast cloud that had one hour before spanned the whole arch of heaven had been shattered into ten thousand fragments, through which the pale moon was struggling, brightening and darkening in her march like the firefly upon the wing. "How like the life of man is her career!" mused Harry Sutherland, as he gazed upward from the balcony. "He struggles on through all the ills that rise between his birth and death with the

some obstinacy, and often with the same

success, through disease, penury, public prejudice, disappointment and misery, rising at one instant superior to them all, and glittering in the power of his genius,

but sinking in the next, until regenerat

ing his resources he once more triumphs for an hour; and thus continues, until his course is done."

Indulging in these musings, Harry pass

ed along the avenue, traversed its ex

tent, and was in a few moments walking

the high road leading toward the city;

suddenly the figure of a man stood beside

him, and he recognized the features of

one whom he had not seen for a long

time, but of whom he often thought.

"Captain Manly, if I mistake not?" ex

claimed our hero, grasping the proffered

hand with a pleasant eagerness.

"Your memory has not deceived you,

Captain Sutherland," replied the stran

ger.

"I hope it never may, when I meet my friends, sir," said Harry; "particularly

those to whom I am under obligations.

"To have ever conferred a favor upon

Captain Sutherland must be considered

an honor."

"And where?" asked Harry, "have you

been cruising since the declaration of

peace? Methinks you have had but an

idle time of it."

"A miserable time, Captain Sutherland.

I want excitement. I have lived upon it

all my life, and it is absolutely necessary

to the sustenance of the few years that

yet remain to me. I will seek it in some foreign service, since it is denied me at

home; nor care I much whether it be be

neath the crescent of the Turks or the lily

of the French."

"America would regret the loss of your services, Captain Manly. There are few

men to whom she is more indebted for

the peace sue enjoys than yourself."

The stranger replied not immediately,

but turning his dark, glowing eyes full

upon tine face of his companion, he

seemed to study the expression of his features, with a scrutiny at once dis

tasteful and severe; but there was noth

ing in the calm countenance of Captain

Sutherland that added fuel to his sua

picion, and he turned his gaze slowly

away.

"Have you visited Washington since

your return?" asked he.

"No; duty to my father rendered my

stay with him for awhile imperative."

"You will doubtless go there before

long?" "Such ia my intention at present." "And will, of course, see William." "Who?" "Mr. Hamilton, our mutual friend."

"Certainly, and shall be happy to be

the bearer of any message you may have

to transmit."

"Thanks! thanks!" replied the stranger.

"I have little to say; nothing, in fact

nothing; you need not even mention the

fact of having seen me. I would have

him ignorant on the subject. He is im pressed with the belief that 1 am so

journing in another country, and it is

better that he be not undeceived," and

turning abruptly away, he passed swiftly

from his presence and was soon lost iu

the gloom of the night.

There was a mystery about the charac

ter of the stranger that had long before

awakened the interest of Harry Suther

land. He had often recurred to bis first

interview with the renowned privateers-

man, but that mystery was nevej: before so exciting as at the present moment

His conversation his manner his unset-

tledness everything was indicative of

some imperative control beneath which

his bold spirit lashed, and foamed, and

fretted, lake the angry wave against the

firm-set rock.

CHAPTER VI. In the confliction of political events

that characterized the struggle for individual popularity and party ascendency during the administration of James Mad

ison, the efforts of no one man, at that

period of public life, were so completely

successful as were those of William

Hamilton.

He was possessed of immense wealth, and, having both the means and the will,

he failed not to dispense the most elegant

hospitalities. His house was the resort for all the talent of the land; it was, indeed, the very temple of fashion, the de

pot of taste and accomplishment. Anna

Hamilton was now a woman; a young woman truly in years, but a matron in

manner and mind, as perfect a being as

man in his wildest dream of beauty could conceive, and as captivating in conversation and address as one could be who possessed grace, loveliness, talent and vir

tue. It was evening, and the lights had just begun to glimmer along the streets and avenues of the capital city, as Captain Sutherland, accompanied by a single servant, drove up and dismounted at the door of the principal hotel. Having satisfied his appettie, he rang for his servant, made his toilet, and sallied forth in search of the dwelling of Mr. Hamilton. With something like instinct he discovered that domicile; ascending the steps, -he summoned a servant, who, to his inquiry if the owner of the mansion was within, responded in the aflirmative. He had not been long seated before Mr. Hamilton made his appearance. "My dear Harry," said he, clasping both his hands, "the joy I feel in this meeting is greater than I have known before for a long, long time." When the civilities were ended, our hero asked for one in whom he was more interested than any other at that particular moment and learned to his disappointment that she had just gone to a ball at the house of the French minister. "We will go, Harry," said the old gentleman, taking, at the same time, his gold-headed cane; and as Captain Sutherland was attired in a becoming manner, he made no objection to this determination. A few minutes' walk brought them to the house, and giving in their names, they were ushered into the apartments crowded with all the wit, beauty and talent of Washington. In vain Harry looked upon the fair beings that stood up in the different quadrilles. There many a pair of bright eyes met his glance, but they were not those he sought, and he had almost given up the hope of finding her, when a musical voice fell upon his ear with an intonation that thrilled him with pleasure; it was the melody of other years, too sweet then to be forgotten now. He turned and beheld a beautiful creature in conversation with a tall, handsome young man of about his own age, one of the most prepossessing fellowsj as he then thought, that he had ever beheld. There she stood, the same lovely being that had enchained his affections years before, and it stemed that those years had blessed her with additional loveliness, and that Time had brightened her eye and colored her cheek with the luster and the bloom he had stolen from the rest. There she stood; he beheld her, a divinity in beauity, but, for the life of him, he could not advance. A thousand tumultuous emotions agitated him, and hope, the enchantress that had buoyed him up for years, deserted him at lust. A moment more elapsed, and he was still unobserved. He felt that his happiness rested entirely upon his reception. A smile, a word, a look would decide everything, and Captain Sutherland, who had braved the wrath of the tempest, and the terrors of the battle, hesitated before the glance of a woman. Another moment's reflection convinced him of his weakness, and blushing to have felt it, he advanced. She raised her eyes; those hazel eyes, beaming with graciousness, met his own ; and though they sparkled with pleasure, and though she greeted him with the kindfiest attention, there was something in her manner that chilled him to the heart. She was easy and dignified, and, though vivaciously courteous, she seemed studiously calm. Scarcely had the first compliments of meeting passed between them before she acquainted him with the gentleman beside her; and, though this was a necessary politeness, Sutherland foolishly deemed that, under the existing circumstances, this ceremony should have been forgotten, or at least for a little while postponed. Another circumstance also contributed to strengthen his unfounded suspicion; she had, previous to his arrival, engaged herself for every quadrille that she would remain to dance, and though she acknowledged this with pain, he had not the generosity to appreciate her motives, nor the magnanimity to forgive them. Jealousy had at that moment made him what he would have blushed to have thought himself before a selfish man. The music broke forth, the quadrille began, and Captain Sutherland turned away disappointed and miserable. Our hero had not perceived that he was an object of general attention, so wrapped up was he in communion with his own thoughts; and the bright glances, the sweet smiles, and the whispered inquiries that followed his appearance, were all lost to him. "I wonder who it is?" ejaculated Miss Araminta Lovesick. "Cousin Harvey, do ascertain something about him, for I am absolutely expiring with curiosity." , "Beloved fair one," replied the beau, ."if you can possibly protract your demise 'for a few minutes, I think that I shall

f be enabled to prevent a catastrophe that

would, In Ustl probability, bathe the world i in tears of unutterable woe." , Mr. Hervey Fitzbooby, for such wai his aristocratic cognomen, departed on liis mission extraordinary. "Ah! Mr. Hamilton, the very person of all the world that I am most happy to meet," he exclaimed. The statesman bowed stifHy, having an inveterate antipathy to all coxcombs. "Pray tell me, my dear sir, who that 3'oung fellow is that accompanied you nither this evening." "Fellow, Mr. Fitzbooby!" ejaculated Mr. Hamilton. "I believe, sir, that I have always been very select in the choice of companions. The person to whom you allude is Captain Sutherland of the United States navy you have heard of him, no doubt." "Captain Sutherland the deuce itis," ejaculated the dandy, honoring our hero with some such a stare as a mous would be supposed to bestow upon a lion. "Minton, that's Sutherland," said Fitzbooby to an acquaintance as he hurried along, big with the important news. "Sutherland what Sutherland ?" "Why, Sutherland of the navy, to be sure." "You jest, Fitz." . "Fact, by all that's immaculate Ham ilton just informed me." "I'll ask Hamilton to present me," thought the elegant and exclusive Thee

uore Minton, Esq. "Ah, Mr. Hamilton, glad to see you well, sir?" "Very well, I thank you," a pause the dandy discomfited the statesman unusually grave dandy resolved to hazard a. subterfuge, in consequence of discov earing that he had involved himself in one of those little difficulties, classed under the head of unpleasing situations. "By the bye, sir, I yesterday received s letter from my father, in which he desired me to give you his best wishes." "Your father is a very excellent man, sir I esteem him. Mr. Minton, let me introduce Captain Sutherland of the navy." "Captain Sutherland!" exclaimed the exquisite, putting on a look of pleased surprise, and thrusting forward his ungloved right hand. "Really, sir, I am proud of making the acquaintance of so distinguished a gentleman as Captain Sutherland." Our hero bowed. "How long will you remain in Washington, sir?" "Perhaps a month, perhaps longer; circumstances may lessen or increase mj stay." "Sir, I hope the latter. I shall be very happy to show you some attention while you are with us." Conversation was here interrupted by the arrival of the host, who joined th party in company with Mrs. Amelia St Clair. "Mr. Hamilton, Mr. Hamilton, I cannot find words to express my disapprobation of your conduct, to -be absent from me for a full half hour, after swearing eternal constancy, eternal devotion." "I pray you mercy, sweet madam," replied the statesman, "impugn not my motives until you have heard my excuse, I have encountered obstacles of the most insuperable to the completion of my wishes. Allow me to present my particular friend, Captain Sutherland, with the request that you take him under youj protection for the evening." (To be continued.)

HOOSIER HAPPENINGS

NEWS OF THE WEEK CONCISELY CONDENSED.

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oul Pointer About IndisniaM.

Indiana As a Sugar State. The New England Sugar Beet Company has begun the letting of contracts to St. Louis, Cleveland and Chicago parties for the erection of a $400,000 sugar beet factory at North Judson, Starke County. The factory will be completed in time for the season of 1900. The company has received a guarantee of 6,000 acres of sugar beets ovrv vesir Thnriailir ivnianmnfinn ntthm

plant will be 600 tons of beets and the production from sixty to seventy tons of sugar. Farmers have pledged about 25,000 acres; The crop must rotate and a piece; of Ground will be drawn on but once fn'

three or four vears. The eomnanv win

pay the prevailing price for beets, which'

at present runs irom to $o a ton. rne acreage production will run from fifteen to twenty -five tons. The new plant M ill be equipped with the latest improved machinery and will manufacture only the finer grades of su-; gar. During the operating season the company will employ from 200 to 250 men m the factory. Nelson Morris, the Chicago pork packer, will also build a factory on his 15,000- acre farm in Lake County. He will raise his own beets. If the enterprises are successful several other facto-, ries will be erected in the Kankakee swamp land section.

Fourteen Mistakes. An English paper gives a list of what it terms "the fourteen mistakes ot life." While there are undoubtedly other mistakes than those mentioned, the list is a fairly comprehensive one, It is a great mistake to set up oui own standard of right and wrong, and, judge people accordingly; to measure the enjoyment of others by our own; to expect uniformity of opinion in this world; to look for judgment and expert ence in youth; to endeavor to mold al dispositons alike; to look for perfection in our own actions; to worry ourselves and others with what cannot be remedied; not to yield in immaterial mat ters; not to alleviate all that needs alt leviation as far as lies in our power; not to make allowances for the inflrmi. ties of others; to consider everything impossible that we cannot perform4, tj believe only what our finite minds 'can grasp; to expect to be able to under, stand everything.

Tennyson's Humor. . There was a playful humor In Lord Tennyson that rarely showed itself un. less the poet was within the familial circle of his friends. John Black, wood, a member of the famous firm ol publishers, gives an amusing instanct of this in one of his letters. The Rev. James White, rector of a neighboring parish, and Tennyson were chaffing each other, as their custom was, concerning the merits of theii respective houses. "I believe part of Bonchurch belong! to you," remarked the poet. "The whole of it," said White. "You mean," retorted Tennyson, "th hole you live in." And the Rev. James White was si ienced. Accounted For. A little Somerville girl who went intd the country recently missed a turkej that she had admired when she was a1 the same place last year, and asked where he was. It was suggested to hex that the turkey might have been killed for Thanksgiving. A few days afterward she discovered that a goose and a dog were also missing. Bushing lnt the house to impart the information, she exclaimed: "The goose and the dog aren't here, either, papa! I think they must hav killed the goose for Christmas and th dog for Easter!"

The upper hand is usually known tq the other hands as the foreman.

31) nor State Items

John Nevins, aged 16, fell 140 feet into a coal shaft at Mecca, and was instantly killed. At Greensburg, Willard Hale, aged 16, was struck by a passenger train and lulled. The Trustees of the Indiana State Normal, i i i j a rrr ty " - Tf

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deal may be made. . . -v Munro Wallers was killed by a passenger train on the Broadway crossing of thePennsylvania Railroad at Fort Wayne. The Board of Managers of the Jeffersonville Reformatory granted twenty paroles, although there were double that many applications. Ralph Campbell of Milton, aged 75, is lead from the bursting of a blood vessel on the brain. A grandchild found the body in his room. The family of Henry Meyer a farmer residing in the neighborhood of Fulton, was poisoned by a Rochester druggist selling Mr. Meyer white hellebore for white pepper.

At Peru vandals last week broke into John Lantz's carriage store-room and cut a, dozen buggy tops to pieces. A number of window panes in private residences have been broken. ' Major S. L. McFadin, a pioneer resident of Logansport and a veteran of the Mexican! war, has rented box No. 44 at the postoffice for the past forty years. His father was1 the original renter of the box. Enormous quantities of corn are being marketed in Logansport by reason of the scarcity of hogs throughout the county. Corn this season is of the best quality that farmers have ever cribbed. It was so plentiful that hogs were fattened early in the season and marketed, and now there is a scarcity of stock pigs.

William c. Jiiser, a weaitny merchant or West Point, suicided by shooting himself with a shotgun. He had been ill and was despondent. He left his wife, went upstairs, out on a veranda roof, held a gun with his left hand over the right ear and with a stick in the right hand pushed the trigger, blowing off the right side of his bead. A pathetic scene took place in Kokomo, recently, at the burial of Mrs. Henry L. Smith. Eight sisters of Mrs. Smith, all married, were present at the funeral. They were dressed in mourning and heavily veiled. Six of the sisters acted as pall-bearers, and lowered the casket un

assisted into the grave, while the other two carried wreaths of flowers, which they deposited on the casket. The immense principal power-house of the Logonsport, Rochester and Northern Traction Company's electric line will be located in Warsaw, and it is estimated that the building will cost $100,000. this company has just succeeded in floating: bonds for construction and equipment to the extent of $2,500,000. Work on the line,1 which runs from Logansport to Kendallville, passing through Rochester, Warsaw and Albion, will soon commence. The portion of the line which connects Warsaw and Winona Lake, the summer resort, will, in all probability, be ready for operation by June l, this year. This new line will pass through a section of the State now difficult to reach by mail. It is 101 miles in length. Warsaw is located equidistant from each terminus. In 1894 the Chicago and Eastern Illinois Railway Company was organized with a capital stock of $25,000,000, but when the company presented its articles of incorporation to the State Secretary it refused to pay a fee of $25,000. The State persisted and the company declined to incorporate. Suit was then tiled, but the Supreme Court held against the State. In 1897 the Legislature changed the law so as to compel the' company to incorporate, and suit was brought under this law, which was upheld by the Supreme Court. The Company then appealed to the Federal Supreme Court, where the case still pending. The other day the attorneys oftheroed paid the claim of the State, with $8,600 interest, altogether $88,800. The additional costs swell the total to $86,000. .