Decatur Democrat, Volume 42, Number 11, Decatur, Adams County, 26 May 1898 — Page 6

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Safety’ to life of both is assured by the use of “ Mother’s Friend,” and the time of recovery shortened. “I know one lady, the mother of three children, who suffered greatly in the birth of each, who obtained a bottle of ‘Mother’s Friend' of me before her fourth confinement, and was relieved quickly and easily. All agree that their labor was shorter and less painful.” John G. Polhill, Macon, Ga. 91.00 PER BOTTLE at all Drug Stores, or sent by express on receipt of price. Containing invaluable information ct yipg interest to all women, will be sent to FKtt any address u]>on application, by Thc BRADFIELD REGULATOR CO., ATLANT*. Ga. C(EUR D’ALENE. BY fIARY HALLOCK FOOTE. [Copyright, r&jj. by Mary Hallock Foote.] XII. THE LjutlSlOK. Mr. Bingham was very weary of his paternal joys. If a selfish motive had been at the bottom of his sudden late demand for his daughter’s society in the west; if he had fancied that it would impart a trifling zest to his jaded existence to have youth and beauty near him, and increase his popularity with his brother mine-owners at a critical time, he had been properly disappointed in the sequel. The cloud of suspicion that rested on the mine had never lifted; the time had not been suited to an exchange of hospitalities, even with a beautiful young daughter to be introduced to the society of the camps; and all the brightness Faith had brought with her to the Big Horn, and that promise of adaptability that h". | lather had welcomed In her, had bee.. extinguished under the burden of himself and his elderly failings which she had taken upon her virgin conscience It was simply keeping a recording angel iu the house for his sole and personal benefit; one who wept, perhaps, but never “dropped a tear” upon the page where her father’s slips were unfalteringly set down. The grief of his angel had never interfered with the strictness of her record. It was preposterous! He smiled with sardonic enjoyment of the joke that he was to be reformed, at his time of life, according to the “maiden aunt” school of training. But it was also a beastly annoyance; it sent him often to the society of those familiars which he kept under lock and key in his sideboard closet. With his daughter presiding, conscience-wise, over personal habits, and with Darcie Hamilton investigating his (business management, it was no woiTder that a frail-minded old gentleman, with a rather darkling record, should have gone off somewhat in his temper. Heaven and earth! was he to be baited by children? lie had said to Faith that she could not go, without extraordinary precautions for her safety, in the excited state of feeling at the mines; but this had been merely for the purpose of reminding her that she was not quite mistress of the situation —free to repudiate her father, and depart from him whenever he should have paid for her ticket eastward. As a fact, she was not half so anxious to go as was he to have her; he did not desire her presence in his house, either as monitor or as witness, any longer. She had seen too much already, considering her general intelligence and her uncompromising way of locking at things. She must go bac k to the east, where in a short time such frank incidents as the ordeal of Wan and the ambushing of Darcie Hamilton in the tamaracks would appear to her ac incredible as the nightmare visions of a fever. And that she might not unwisely recall her visions in speech, he had. in that last painful interview in the library, taken measures to make her very tired of the subject of Darcie Hamilton. On this point at least he was easy. As to Darcie, that young gentleman had been vastly busy at the manager’s expense; he had formulated some dangerous discoveries; incidentally he had made rapid love to his daughter. Between business and pleasure he had been going very much at large. But he had been careless, as the too surefooted are apt to be. If the Big Horn directors chose to send their younger sons masquerading as honest miners, into the Coeur d'Alene, they must post them better upon the local institutions. “Monkeying with the buzz-saw" was pastime for children compared with a conflict of opinions with the Miners' union in the summer of 1892. Mr. Bingham proposed to shift his personal responsibilities frankly upon the union. If Darcie should never reach London with his verbal report (the documents

were in Mr. Bingham's hands), and an international correspondence, transcending questions of business, should ensue, the manager was prepared to wash his own hands, and to point to the guns in the hands of his irrepressible allies of the union. The tradeuuions have thus suffered always, and ever will suffer most, at the hands of their so-called friends. And now we come to the last scene before the close of the war—the deportation of the “scabs.” including a few non-combatants, among whom w as Faith. Recording angels, recorders of the truth of any sort, were not in demand nt that time in the Coeur d’Alene; the victors proposed to record matters to suit themselves. On the twelfth day of July there were gathered at the Mission some CO or 70 non-union miners, prisoners from the surrounding mines, awaiting transportation across the lake, and out of tb.e Coeur d'Alene. The fast little lake boat Georgia Oakes was unaccountably many hours behind her usual time, and there were no officials at the landing in her service, who could be interviewed on the subject of this delay. Rumors passed from mouth to mouth, and it was whispered: “She is held back under military orders; she will bring the troops!” But so many contradictory telegrams had been flying across the wires, which were now controlled by the union, that the hope was barely breathed —so many were the counter-doubts and fears. The old Mission is one of the most dream-like spots ever chosen by travel ar the trysting-place of a steamboat and a railroad. The Northern Pacific lakesteamer and the narrow-guage railroad, a noisy adventurer from the mountain camps and roaring canyons of the Coeur d'Alene, here transact their daily meetings with the most publicity; yet. to land upon the wharf-boat and to step aboard the train is to stroll (by steam up a steel pathway) between the “fields of sleep,” beside the “waters of forgetfulness.” The charming place, in its deep, sweet, sunshiny seclusion, seems to have been half reluctantly yielded by nature long ago to the temporary occupation of man, and then I fondly reclaimed into her own wild j to-'/tn-ipp. The Mission meadows are as 1 rich is triose upland pastures where the milk-white hulder maidens of the northern legends fed their fairy herds. I The wild flowers in their beauty unite 1 the influence of the west and the north with the breath of the soft chinook to atone for the neighborhood of snowslides. The river slips in silence past bowers of blossoming shrubs and leaning birches, and somber pines lift their dark spires out of the tender mass of deciduous green.

In it all there is an effect of abiding peace strangely in contrast with some of the scenes which the historic Mission has been called to witness. Needless to say, it is the ideal resort of the summer excursionist, whether he came for fishing or flirtation, or to search the poetic past, or merely from the comtmn gregarious instinct of a people that Idves to do everything in crowds. But it was no holiday company gathered this day at the Mission. The greater number were men who carried their worldly goods in their hands; they wore their best clothes and their latestearned wages were in their pockets; but the thought was not wanting that safety, and life itself, had been risked for these few dollars which they were taking with them, and that they were passing out of the country under a shameful ban. There was no traveler from Altruria to ask: Who are these decent poor men? Why have they come here, and why do they go, by a common, sad impulse, as if through fear and force? And if so. who compels them? And what is their offense that they should be looked at askance and herded apart, like tainted cattle? A deeper question, this would be, than most of us are prepared to answer. Even the facts can hardly be trusted to answer; for facts are cruel, and they frequently lie, in the larger sense of ; truth. Hence it is with extreme re- : luctance that one approaches the story of what was done at the Mission on the night of July 12, during the labor trouble of 1892. The inferences must speak for themselves; no one would dare to be responsible for the logic of these cruel facts, which seem to accuse generally, yet really accuse only a few —the blind guides and faithless shepherds who were condemned in the communities where they were best known, and were brought to an inadequate punishment, but were afterward set free, through a technicality of the law. which in effect pronounced them eruiltless.* These are not “laboring men;” but they are clothed and fed by laboring men, who in turn are betrayed by their injurious counsels. The rank and file of the non-union prisoners were of the ordinary class of western miners who “pack” their blankets from camp to camp, but among the numlier were several men of better condition, and of more than average ability and intelligence, echo had held responsible positions at the mines; and these, as if unconscious of unfriendly observation —both aboard of the train, where union men, armed with Winchesters, sat in the same ear with them.and at the Mission, after the guards had left them and returned —kept apart by themselves, and were quiet and wary. Michael Casson, ex-foreman of the Caltrop, one of the upper-country mines, had his wife and children with him on the train. The wife, a comely, high-spirited woman, with well-sea-soned nerves, but a soft heart in trouble, kept a motherly watch upon Faith, coming down in the same, car with her from Wallace. Faith was known to be Manager Bingham’s daughter, leaving the country under the special protection and guarantee of the union leaders; but the signs of recent trouble in her tear-flushed face aroused Mrs. Casson’s sympathies, and that neighborly woman soon discovered that the man-

ager's daughter, notwithstanding her fashionable dress, prosperous connecI tions, and look of delicate pride, was very much alone, and very warmly disposed toward the ostracized portion of the laboring community to which Mrs. Casson and her “man” belonged. Hence a sudden and. on Faith’s part, rather hysterical intimacy. The voice of the 1 kind woman, speaking with the rich, sympathetic, Irish intonation, touched the chord that vibrates in sobs or laughter. Sometimes Faith's eyes filled, sometimes she laughed, at Mrs. Casson s delicious, hearty talk. The train nim- , bled on between the river and the mountains,thundering over its bridges, | and the green, fair vista of the Mission j opened. The outbound passengers disembarked and gathered in group*, or scattered till the. moment of departure. At the Mission Mrs. Casson's children had to be fed. Faith was. not enticed by the sort of meal that the Mission ; set forth that day to its seventy vis--1 itors; anything at all. at a good round price, was right for the scabs: the Mission did what it could to retain a little i of that apostate money in the land of ' the faithful. But Nature offered them her own refreshment. — flowers, and ; deep, soft grass to lie upon—and shed the light of her jocund sunshine upon their recent troubles, and upon the anxious future before them; and the habit of making the. best of a bad outlook was the habit of them all. Faith had idly extended her acquaintance to a chatty little lad, one of the I rising hopes of the Mission, who, having his time much at his own disposal, was pleased to bestow it largely upon her. He was a wise child in the happiest sort of knowledge—that of the “footpath way.” He took her across the meadows, where the blue camass flower was just falling from overbloom. They crept under the boughs along the river, and loaded themselves with wild roses, pale and red. and every shade of pink between. He told her the names of the new flowers, ns he knew them, and she likened them to other flowers nt home, She noted the strange character of the river. which here at the Mission is not like a mountain stream, but cuts into the rich bottomland, deep and stlll : like a southern ] bayou, arjd ~ r.o beaches, but only I banks, which drop off suddenly into I thirty feet of water, or put forth a toe of tree-roots overlaid with dried mud — where driftwood gathers, or great logs, traveling down-stream, halt as at a landing-place. Lovely reflections line | the shores, binding the land and water j together in an inverted borderage of green, with a clear sky pattern down the middle stream, dashed out of sight by the breeze, or returning again like a smile. They crossed to the knoll, where stands the old church of the Mission, built in the days of intrepid zeal, where, in the deep forest wilderness, want of skill or want of tools was r.o detriment, and men wrought with faith and their bare hands in the sincerity of wood and imperishable stone. The priest’s house adjoining the church, and a shabby modern foil to its ancient dignity, was closed, and Faith was forced to abandon her desire to enter the church of the fathers; but they sat upon the steps, the odd young pair, and talked of the past. The little boy was not much of a historian; Faith did not put implicit confidence in his tales of Father de Smet, who was dead —that at least was true —and of Father Josette, who was still of the living. She knew, perhaps, quite as much about the history of the “old church” as he did, born in its shadow. But there were other subjects of contemporaneous and imperative interest on which he could offer her a few surprises. He had gathered that he was talking with no less a personage than the young lady of the Big Horn, and, for reasons which we know, the name of her father's mine inspired this wise child of the union with the fullest faith in her as a partisan, notwithstanding that he had seen her consorting w ith scabs. I So he poured forth his tale without I hesitation —to behold her stare at him in incredulous horror! What was this he was saying? she demanded; but the child drew- back, and would not repeat his words. He had made a very great mistake; he now became confused, distrustful and unhappy; they were no longer company for each other.

Faith sought an opportunity later, when they were out of hearing of the other prisoners, to repeat the child’s astounding confidence to Mr. Casson. "Do you think such a thing could possibly be true?” she cried, excitedly. “Why, you may say, after what we've seen, that anything is possible,” Mr. Casson began, guardedly. “There’s bad men everywhere, and in a time like this they naturally get bold, like thieves at a fire; but it’s a thing the union leadtrs would try to prevent, I’m sure, if they got wind of it. They have the whole thing in their hands now, and whatever happens, the blame of it lays at their door. They have done the preachin’, and they’ll get. the credit for whatever sort of practice it'll lead to. They can't afford to let such a thing happen. No, miss; it's more likely some mean talk the child has heard, and is givin' it away for earnest; else he was just tryin’ it on for fun, to see if he could frighten you.” “Oh, no; he didn’t think I would be frightened.” said Faith. "He thought I would be pleased. That was the dreadful part of it. It was I that frightened him. I couldn’t make him say it over again after he'd seen how I took it. I suppose he thought that no one belonging to the Big Horn could have a spark of sympathy for a nonunion man.” “Call them ‘scabs,' miss; don’t spare the word on my account. It’s a name I bear in honest company. If any of them dynamite divils should fall upon us to-night—and we without a weapon on us, leavin’ the country peaceable under promise of our safety—why it makes no matter to me what name

they choose to kill nte by. Ihe ,a '' has'a name, for them that sasmd as the commandments; and may e law will be heard from again some day in the Cor de Lane." "Then you will not make light of it, ( Mr. Casson, even if you can t believe it?” "I will not make light of it, mis-, neither will I spread it, to make a panic. And I’ll ask you, if you please, not to breathe a word of it to Mrs. Casson; she’s easy excited, and no wonder, after i what she’s been through. I wouldn t | mention it to anyone, for fear it would 1 get about.” ~ ’ “I shall see no one to repeat it to, ; said Faith. "I shall stay here until the j boat gets in.” They were walking under the trees, that interspersed the wild, park-like 1 common, between Mission station and ■ the landing, where the river makes a sharp bend. To the right between the But the child drew back and would not repeat hie words. railroad track and the dark-blue shadows of Fourth of July canyon, stretch the beautiful Mission meadows, bathed in sunlight, where the deep summer grass, ripe for mowing, was lazily rolling in the breeze. “And’what would you be stayin’ here for, miss, if I might make so bold?" Casson inquired. “I am looking down for two friends pf mine who are comingdown the river. Loping to get here in time for the boat," S?Jd Faith. “I can'see therefrom here as soon as they pass the bend.” “And wouldn't they be stopping above by the station ?” “No,” said Faith-; “they must, not be seen. I must tell this to them, Mr. Casson, for they are hunted men; they have not even the safeguard of disarmed prisoners.” “Do ye mean that they are fixed to fight ?’’

“I do; and they would fight if they saw these poor men attacked. How could they help it, even if they threw their lives away! They must not be seen, and they must not see. But they must know al! that there is to tell. I must tell theni." “That's right." said Casson, gravely; “but there's othees can tell them. What might be their business in the Cor de ’ ".~cC” (to bs continued.] (J-'Jx " How 1)0 1 Look ? ” — How frequently a woman asks this question! How much thought andtstudy she devotes to it! It is natural. A woman hates to think that she is growing day by day less charming and attractive and youthful to her husband’s eyes than in the days of courtship. A woman may always retain her charms and the vivacity and freshness of youth if she will take the proper care of her health. A tremendous percentage of ill-health in women is due to weakness and disease of the distinctly feminine organism. Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Prescription is an unfailing remedy for all disorders of this nature. It allays inflammation, heals ulceration, stops debilitating drains and soothes and tones the nerves. It preserves in a woman all the charm of healthy youth. Thousands of women have testified to its marvelous merits. “ Favorite Prescription ” is sold by all respectable dealers in medicines. Deal only where you are honestly treated. Any storekeeper who tries to give you a substitute for what you demand is not treating you honestly and you should take your trade elsewhere. ” For nine years I have suffered with falling of internal organs,” writes Mrs. Mary Williams, of Raleigh, Wake Co.. N. C. (Box 196). ” I was troubled with bearing down pains. I had indigestion and female weakness and nervousness. I could not sleep at night. I was constipated and had urinal trouble. The doctor here said that no medicine would reach my disease. Dr. Pierce's Favorite Prescription, ‘ Golden Medical Discovery ’ and ‘ Pleasant ‘ Pellets ’ have cured me.” An every-day necessity in the home. A good home medical work. Send 21 onecent stamps, to cover mailing only, to the World’s Dispensary Medical Association, Buffalo, N. Y.. for a paper-covered copy of Dr. Pierce’s Common Sense Medical Adviser. Cloth binding 31 stamps. The English language of today has no resemblance to that of I.COO years ago. Russia is increasing in population faster than any other country in the world. It is estimated that the hair on a fair head would support the weight of 50fl people. The Australian deg, the Egyptian shepherd dog and the lien headed dm of Tibet never bark. There are believed to be stars in existence beyond the reach of any telescope yet constructed. During the last ICO years the population has increased at the rate of nearly 1,000,C00 annually. The weight cf the Greenland whale is 100 tons, which is equal to that of 88 elephants, or 440 bears. The Chinese fiddle, in the shape of an ordinary hammer, has two strings and is played with a bow. At Chrichel, England, there is a farm on which all the animals—horses, cows, pigs and fowls—are white.

Battles and Diseases. This is the story of one who participated tn many na-al and infantry engagements during the war. From wounds received then he suffered for years, but to-day, rejoices in renewed strength.

There is 1 distinctly peculiar halo that Invests the being of an old soidier in the •ves of the present generation. Ihe sight of him arouse--, a feeling of admiration for his brave deeds and heroic achievements. Among those who bravely fought was Dr. L. J. Cl irk, who, when but a beardless boy, heard the tocsin of war sounded. It fired his patriotic spirit to* fervency that found relaxation only m his rea.aaiion of fiffhtinff in battles* To the call of Presiden t Lincoln for troops in the latter part of '6l, young Clark he joined that service in the mortar_ fleet d Admiral Porter, which soon after began operations on the Mississippi River At the terrific bombardment of the Vicksburg forts, the hero of this stoty fell on the deck of the Juliette with a shattered arm from a charge of schrapneL He lay in the hospital for months, and when he had recovered sufficiently to be moved, was sent to his home at Warren,U. Though partly incapacitated for active aervice, his patriotic seal got the be.ter of him, and when the call for more troops came, youn; Clark enlisted in a company formed by (!apt. Joel I. Asper, at Warren. It became Co. H.of the 7th Ohw Volunteers and was sent to the Army of the Potomac under General Grant then campaigning in Virginia against General Robert E. Lee. In a skirmish near Richmond, he was wounded again and was sent to the hospltaL He remained there for some time,

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