Democratic Sentinel, Volume 13, Number 1, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 25 January 1889 — Page 2

SOME DATS. . BY MRS. J. V. H. KOONS. Some days are bleak, and clouds hang low From heaven's aihm gray, And chilling blasts tioind us blow, And night o'eitakes the day. ‘The pulse low in the bosom lies. The veins are sluggish streams, The tenant of the ciay-boate cries. Aud starts in nighr-mure dr ams ; Refuses friendship, physic, food, Fresh air, high heaven's breath; Forgets his master in this mood — This fearful death. Oh, what shall raise biin from the dead And strip the door of crape And banish ghoats of morbid dread, And put the halls in shape? Throw ope th? windows toward the east, Th? hungry soul unbar, And lead it forth unto the feast. Where sparkles Bethlehem's star? Two sisters. Love and Du:y, stand To loose the prison doors ; To flood with sunshine life's fair land, And fringe with gold its shores. Oh, Love, sweet miracle divine I Light up this house of clay; In every nook and corner twine Ihy sympathies to-day. Then shall the sunbeams kiss the hills, The valleys green and fair; And music run like rippling tills Through all the fragrant air. Then sweeter than the song of bird, When hears its mate the call, The harmony triumphant heard in th’ heart's great music hall. , Ch, Duty, handmaid of the Lord, Awake the slumberer 1 Lite's lowly byways once abhorred Shall find a traveler, With pearls and diamonds on his breast, And words of glad surprise, To bless the poor with wealth unguessed, To make the foolish wise. The vineyard shall have laborers And flowers and fruits shall grow; With plenty, peace, and happiness The land shall overflow; The darkened chambers of the soul Shull g'ow with holy light. And truth the sjone of error roll From off the tomb of right. Crawfordsville, Ind.

TRAVELING DAYS OVER.

Morgan had been on the road for one 'house about’twenty years. This is a long period of travel. In less time than that most men work up or work down. No man can continue on a dead level as a salesman during that time, even if his habits are good. It’ he has ability he is sure, with rare exception, to work himself ■off the road. If he is mediocre no one house can afford to carry him for twenty years. Morgan was the rare exception just montio ied. He was an excellent salesman, and his ability and success but sene.l to weld him the closer to his work. The house had made him a partner long since, but the business he ntrolled was so large and so p ortable that they all knew, and he best, that to withdraw him and experiment with a new man would be but playing w'ith tire over a magazine of powder. So he went on his way year alter year, making no plans for the future stbai would change bis work or his life. But Lis family, consisting of his wife nnd their one daughter, Mary, a romping girl of twelve, was not of his disposition, The e twQ could not see husband and ■father start off without a protest. .The -wife had always on her heart a burden of •anxiety about him; of da gers on railro. ds, of h s possible jobbery and murder; •of the discomforts of hotels, and the fe ir •of Lis falling sink among stra gers. She was naturally a timid woman, and the rersuonsibilitv of the bouse weighed upon .■1 er. The Avhole burden of Mary’s growth in body and mind, her training, her companions, and her pleisuies were matters the mother would gladly have shared with •the father, but she was generally compelled to decide them alone. The father’s continued absence was a constant p in and grievance to Marv. There was never a week but that she felt deprived of some special outing because he was not at home to go with l.er. Saturday night and Sunday, if he was where lie co ild run borne, were so many solid hours of happiness to them all, but to Mary they were lull of perfect bliss. Morgan was known to all his frienls as •a man who never worried. If a train was late he sat down and waited; if a customerfailed he always signed a compromise; if he didn’t get the l est room in the hotel he took wh it be could get; and he 10-t no s eep in picturing bow his competitors m got get ahead of him. He always left home with the assurance that everything would go on all right until he returned, and when be went away he thought of the two he loved as being happy and well. But as he started on the trip he could not sheJce off a slight feeling of anxiety that had possessed him all the night, and had grown since he awoke. Their talk the previous day had been about the entrance -of diphtheria into the neighborhood, and of the fatal case but two blocks away from their door. Mary had complained of a slightly sore throat, but on Monday morn- , ing declared it was entirely well ng lin, kissing him good-by with more spirit than usual, as if trying to convince him of the truth of her words, and send him aw ay assured and happy. When he was seated in the cars the whadows came over his spirits again and began to torture him with doubts and possibilities. It might be, he thought, that her sprightliness of the morning was due io fever, rather than health. He wished Be had looked into her throat, and he regretted that he had not cautioned hie wife about her. He nursed these fears until Be felt himself becoming wild with apprehension, and then he resolutely put the thoughts aside, declared he was foolish and.would have no more of it, and devoted himself to a companion and to his papers. Men cannot always govern their minds. These are kingdoms that frequently rebel all government. Several times •during the day Morgan caught himself .going back to bis morning thoughts and he resolutely changed the current. But •at night, try as he would, he could not conquer them. Even his dreams took up the forebodings of the day, exaggerated and intensified them, and tortured him. Next morning found him out of sorts, nervous and miserable. He had a long •drive to take in the country, but he shrank from it as if he saw danger in the track. All his intuitions seemed to be crying to him to go home, but what he thought was his common sense kept insisting that he should go on with his business, and not cross the bridge of trouble until he came to it. The day was one of the loveliest October days he had ever seen. His drive was through twenty miles of the best corn land in Illinois. The black road was as dry as .-a board, and as level as only a prairie can be. The first effect of the beautiful day and pure air was invigorating. He enjoyed the drive through the street ifito the country road. Then the broad fields, the pleasant farm houses, the herds of horses, .and cattle, the long Osage hedges, the

perpetual but always surprised rabbit at the road side, all these attracted and entertained him, and his ride was successful in driving away his bines. His customer seemed especially glad to see him; took him to his house to dinner; talked with him of important personal matters, and gave him a large order for goods. He turned back to the railroad feeling as happy as he had ever done; took out his order-book and f gured up the amount of the bill and the piofit, as was his custom, and then began to sing. Suddenly there came across him a wave of anxious worry, and nil his thoughts flew back to the daughter’s sore throat and the funeral he saw last Sunday. He could not drive these away. They clung to him; they whispered to him; they unfolded themselves like a panorama, and on the canvas he saw Mary sick, then worse, and then dead! It was the longest twenty-mile ride he had ever taken, and his old friend, the landlord, concluded from his face that Morgan had met with bad luck in sales that day. He had a night run to Decatur and determined that he would telegraph to the house, aud quiet these nervous apprehensions that were so cruel, though probably so absurd. It would cost but little, he reasoned, and though foolish, it was wiser than to continue to be torn by doubts. So before going to bed he gave the operator a half rate message, for morning delivery, as follows: To Manning, Morgan & Co., Chicago, Ill.: Is my wife or daughter sick? Answer, care Gilsey. C. Morgan. He felt easier having done this, and passed a better night than the previous one, although there was in all his sleeping and waking thoughts an under current of solicitude over impending danger to Mary. With an attempt not to be anxious, yet terribly apprehensive at heart, he tore open the telegram that reached him about 9 o’clock: To C. Morgan, care Gilsey & Co., Decatur: Come home first train. Manning. Good God, what was this! Were his forebodings indeed true? If so he was all the more totally unprepared for the truth. His constant comfort had been that his fears had not the slightest foundation to rest upon, and the more they crowded upon h ; m the surer he had been that they were flimsier than dreams. But here staling him in the face were those four ominous words: “Come home first train.”

Why had they not given him the whole story? He started for the telegraph office to send for further particulars, but stopped. Suppose Mary was dead! Did he want to learn it here, so far from his wife? No; he would wait. Such a story would unfold soon enough. There were several hours before a train went his way; the discipline of twenty years asserted itself, and he attended to his business. The ride home was one that can be undei stood in its depths only by those who have been similaily circumstanced. The train seemed to creep. The minutes were like hours. The stops seemed to be interminable, and every mile rearer home seemed to be proportionately longer than the previous one. He reached the city at dark. The store was closed. He had expected to find Manning there, but he suddenly remembered that he hid not telegraphed to him the time of his arrival. As he neared his home the first glance showed him there was a change. The lower part cf the house was in darkness, aud only a dim light shone in the front chamber, w hich was but rarely occupied. “They have laid her there,” he said to himself, and all his soul cried within him in anguish. His poor wife! How she must have suffered, to have gone through all this alone! What a brute he was to "o away Monday, when he ought to have known, and did know, that something dreadful was upon them! He reached the door; it was fastened; he would go to the other side and enter quietly. But some one heard his step, and, opening the door, called him back. /Is it Mr. Morgan?” The voice was that of a neighbor. “Yes.” He passed in, expecting to see or hear his wife. The friend closed the door and turned to him. “Have you heard- ,” she began. “I have heard nothing; is Mary ,” he broke down. The door beside him opened. “Oh, papa!” Give him air! What mystery was this? “Mary, is it you? Are you alive? Why, I thought—l feared Oh, darling, is it you?” Yes, it was Mary. Oh, thank God! Thank God!

“Tell me again, dear, are you well?” “Oh, yes, papa, but poor mamma!” “Mamma! What of her? Is she sick? What is it? Tell me quick!” And again he was pushed from the heaven of happiness to the bottomless pit of doubt. “Is mamma sick? Where is she?” “Oh, papa, the doctor says she is going to “Hush,” said the neighbor. ' “Step inside, sir; the doctor is with her now; he will soon be down. Prepare yourself, Mr. Morgan; your wife is very low. The servant’s carelessness caused an explo ion in the kitchen, setting herself on fire; your wife ran to her assistance and saved her life, nut, I fear, at the expense of her own. ” “I must see her.” “No, sir, not now; be guided by me for a moment. The doctoi’ will soon b > down. ” He took Mary in his arms and they wept together. Oh, if his wife, his darling wife, were to be taken from him! It was the cruelest blow God ever struck! And she saving another’s life, too! He cursed and raved, but it was in his own heart; and Mary, crying on his breast, only knew what comfort it was to have papa once more with her. The physician came down with manner so grave that it told its own story. “There is scarcely a chance,” be said; “you can go to her; she will not know you.” “When did this happen?” “Monday evening.” “Have you consulted others? Can nothing more be done?” “Nothing except to help her to die easy.”

But she did not die. She knew her husband. He begged her to live, as only a man can plead whose soul is bound up in a woman’s life, and whether love, or whether medicine, or whether care saved her, Ido not know. But she lived. But Morgan informed Manning that his traveling days were over; that a new man must be engaged for that route. They found him, after diligent search, and much to the surprise of everyone connected with the house, he sold more goods for the firm than Morgan had ever done. The one who rejoices most at this is Morgan, wfeo says he has mode his last trip.— From “A Man of Samples," by H’m. JH. Maher.

ONE OF DUDLEY'S PLOTS.

ASSISTED BY MATT QUAY AND J. 8. CLARKSON. Th® Trio Charged by a Frahll Ilion Organ with Having Bribed an Kin-ploye to Steal Its Subscription List—Corroborative Testimony Furnished. [New York dispatch.] The proprietors and publishers of the Voice, the organ of the Prohibition party, make tome very unpleasant charges against Quay, Clarkson and Dudley, the managers of the Republican campaign. It is to the effect that two clerks in the office of the Voice stole the mailing lints of that paper and sold thsm to Quay and Clarkson for $250 and a promise of other situations. These lists, it is alleged, were used during the recent campaign to defeat the objects of the Prohibition party, the 50,000 subscribers to the Voice being flooded with pro-Repub-lican literature in place of their regular organ. The story covers nine columns of this week’s issue of the paper, and is backed up with the sworn confessions of the two thieving clerks, and sac simile copies of brief notes from Clarkson and Dudley. These notes, however, are not particularly compromising except in so far as they show that Clarkson and Dudley were in correspondence with the thieves. The Voice pays its respects to the gentlemen this way: High-toned ladies and gentlemen of the party of virtue and sobriety, of temperance and morality, permit us to introduce to you Hon. Matthew Stanley Quay, Senator from Pennsylvania, Chairman of the Republican Committee and receiver of stolen property; Hon. James S. Clarkson, Republican dictator of lowa, Vice Chairman of the Republican Committee, and receiver and negotiator for stolen property; Hon. W. W. Dudley, personal representative of Presi-dent-elect Harrison, Treasurer of the Republican Committee, and conspirator to abet and reward a confessed thief.

After the lists were stolen the suspected clerks were shadowed, and eventually proved to be in communication with National Republican headquarters. One, a deaf mute, was discharged, and was promptly given a paid position as chairman and organizer of an alleged national organization of Republican deaf mutes. This organization, the Vo ice says, consisted of the discharged clerk and a deaf mute reporter on a local paper. The olher clerk was retained until Dec. 17, and then confronted with the evidence against him. Under threat of immediate arrest both thieves made full confessions. The deaf mute, Sansom, says in his story: “Mr. Clarkson aud I had an interview. I showed him the circulars and lists. The latier contained the names and addresses of between 40,000 and 50,000 subscribers io the Voice. Clarkson asked if I could not get the namt s and addresses of 54,000 clergymen and also of the 500,000 farmers. I did not think I could. For the list already furnished Clarkson asked what price I wanted. I said S2OO. He then said the price was fair if the work was effective. I added that I would have to give up my place in Funk NV agnails, after this transaction, and would like to have employment on the National Republican Committee in raising funds on plans usually employed by Funk & Wagnails. He then said, ‘ We will make it $250 in all,’ and suggested that I shall remain in the office pf Funk & Wagnalls in order to gain more information, especially about the Prohibition party bring in the pay of the Democratic party, and report to him (Clarkson). He then gave me a SSO bill for the surrender of the circulars and lists, and ’made an appointment for Monday morning.” Sansom and the other clerk, Durfee, who was waiting outside, went to a saloon to divide the money. The deaf mute said he got only SSO for the stolen lists, and gave Durfee $25. Durfee subsequently saw Clarkson, Quay, and Dudley, and was promised a Government appointment at $2,500 a year. One of the letters published in sac simile is as follows, the body of the letter being in type-writing like a more famous letter from the same gentleman : Washington, D. C., Dec. 22. 1888. To Charles A. Durfee, Ebij. : Dear bm—Your lavor just received. In reply, I will say that as soon as I am ready I shall b? glad to have your services in the matter that Mr. Clarkson and I were talking to you about It will necessitate your coming here, and I can arrange. I think, for you to have a room to sleep in in the headquarters building. Wcwill soon settle about the details when I am ready for you to come. Very truly yours, W. W. Dudley.

PARTISAN JUDGE WOODS.

His Decision in the Dudley Case Declared to Be Scandalous and Dishonorable. The Indianapolis Sentinel prints an editorial fiercely attacking Judge Woods for his alleged change of front in affording Dudley a loophole of escape. The article concludes as follows: It is not necessary to enter into details as to the influence and motive that inspire this unprecedented and scandalous abuse of judicial power. _ They are patent to everybody. The intimate personal and political relations which William Wade Dudley occupies to the President-elect of the United States are generally known. Judge Woods, it may not be known, is also on intimate and confidential relations, personally and politically, with the Pres-ident-elect. Dudley’s' crime placed a stain upon General Harrison’s title to the Presidential office. His indietment would not only deepen that stain but it would probably involve relations that would be most embarrassing to that gentleman and to many other conspicuous members of his party. Some time since Dudley sei ved notice that his pockets were filled with “dynamite,” which would be exploded if he were prosecuted. Matthew Stanley Quay visited Indianapolis in his interest a few weeks ago, and W. W. Bateman, his business partner, was here day before yesterday on a similar errand. The strongest pressure, social, personal, and political, was exerted to save Dudley. The newspaper organ of the Pros!-

dent-elect came to his defense. All the ag» n des that could be enl.sted in his be- • half were set in motion. As the probability of his indictment developed into a practical certainty, the pressure was redoubled, and 1 i otherexpendients having failed. Judge Woods was induced to call the jury , before him tmd tell them that he had misstated the law to them, and that they had no right to indict Dudley unless certain • things, pot susceptible of proof, could I be established. The Sentinel is informed | and believes that this action was taken after ■ consultation with and upon the importunities of men as close to Benjamin Harrison as his recent law partner. The occasion is one that calls forth the plainest of plain speaking. If our bench fails us an honest and fearless public press must supply the ■ 'ieflGiepcy* so far as it is in its power, vveighingour words carefully, and fully prepared to accept all the consequences, we pronounce the course of Judge Woods in this matter a monstrous abuse of his judicial opportunities, and of flagrant, scandalous, dishonorable and utterly unprecedented perversion of the machinery of justice to the purposes of knavery, and we believe that it should lead to his impeachment instead of, as it probably will, to his promoI tion to the Supreme bench of the United | States as soon as it is in the power of Benjamin Harrison to reward him in this manner for dragging his judicial robes in the filth of Dudley.

Absolution for Dudley.

[From the Chicago Herald.] The crimes of Dudley, whereby Indiana was carried for the Republicans, have not escaped punishment without seriously compromising the incoming administration. Through a direct exertion of the influence of the Presi-dent-elect the Judge of that district has reversed his opinion of the guilt of Dudley, and the Grand Jury has been instructed that it must have proof, not only that Dudley mapped out the campaign of bribery, as charged, but also that persons accepting his advice, aid, counsel and process, advanced to the concrete act and accomplished the debauchery of an electorate through the exploitation of five voters at a time. The organ of the President-elect, which is edited by the Private Secretary of Mr. Harrison, does not conceal its joy at this outcome, and the Chicago mouthpiece and financial agent of the Republican Committee of Indiana echoes the song of triumph. “The fears of a possible indictment have all disappeared,” quoth the happy editors, who, at the last day, were so in fear that Huston was short in funds owing to the advanced views of sellers. The Herald, from the first, has maintained that a sniveling hypocrisy would be the outer garment of the new regime. Under so much saintly apparel, all the skullduggeri?s of politics and jobbery would hide. The escape of Dudley is like the recent escape of Gould. Naught but the scandalous interference, by a Judge, with the logic of judicial procedure, would shield the object of legal inquiry. After the failure of otheic expedients, that intervention went remorselessly on record. That the Indianapolis coterie, with Gen. Harrison at their head, did not dare' to let the law take its course, is an acceptance of Dudley’s service of notice" on the administration that he is in no mood to be patient with his debtors. Not only must the beneficiaries of his bribery protect him from the ordinary consequences of notorious guilt, but they must give him his share of the pelf of office. The new President is in the hands of the political blackmailers who ran his campaign, and this may be fearlessly alleged by every citizen who had hoped to see Dudley go to jail.

Harrison’s Bomb.

Unless the President-elect has been grossly misrapresented he has thrown a bomb of startling dimensions and explosive power into the camp of his most rabid supporters. In two brief sentences he has destroyed the entire stock in trade of the Chandlers and Ingallses and others who have been parading the smallness of the vote of the South as evidence of suppression and fraud. “It seems to me,” he is reported as saying to a Republican visiting delegation from Alabama, “that the white Republican vote in the South is suppressed as much as the colored vote. You gentlemen don’t practice what you preach.” This is hard on the shriekers and the organs. They have done their shrieking and their organ grinding on the Southern question in the interest of the President-elect, or what they have assumed to be such. They have been laying the foundation, as they supposed, for reducing the Southern representation in Congress and the perpetuation thereby of Republican supremacy. It is hard, therefore, to have the party’s successful candidate sit down upon them so crushingly. But it is the truth that he tells them, and they may as well accept it with the consequences. Their Southern bubble is burst, and they must direct their inventive genius to the manufacture of another.— Detroit Free Press.

The kind of tariff revision we are getting can be pretty well judged by the fact that the Senate refused to increase the duty on diamonds or to lower it on coal. Both articles are forms of carbon, but one sparkles coldly on the bosom of wealth and beauty while the other warms and cheers the fireside of every citizen. The country could still stagger along somehow or other if the tariff walls were so high and tight and the customs officers so unapproachably honest that not another pauper-dug diamond ever entered the country. But it would be a great boon to all if coal could be poured into every back yard by the wagon-load. Surely the coal barons have had the country long enough by the back of the neck. Let us have a let-up. What the people ask of Congress is that the tariff be revised for their use and behoof and not for the benefit of interests already waxen fat by plunder.— Chicago Times.

THE NATION’S CAPITAL.

PREPARING FOR THE INAUGURAL BALL—SOCIETY GOSSIP. Fashionable Circles on the Qui Tire—The Last State Dinner by Mr. and Mr*. Cleveland—Criticism of the Typical Attache of a Foreign Legation, Etc. [SPECIAL CORRESPONDENCE.] Preparations for the inaugural ball go steadily forward, and President-elect Harrison’s new wardrobe, ordered from Chicago, is an all-absorbing theme. Does it exclude the conventional swallow-tail suit? That is the question which is agitating the gossips quite is much as the secret of his Cabinet selection is concerning politicians. President Cleveland’s last state dinrer is a thing of the past, and Senator Ingalls was not invited. The floral decorations were exquisitely arranged and very elabor-

MRS. CLEVELAND.

ate, giving the East Room the appearance of a section of tropical forest inhabited by gayly plumed women instead of birds. Parties, receptions, and dinners are the order of the day, Secretary and Mrs. Whitney leading next to thefladyof the White House iu tbeir sumptuous entertainment. Something elegant in the wav of table decoration has just been introduced by Mrs. Stanlord, of Califorrir, consisting of poii t duchesse lace, while her menu card had the flora of California in water colors for its design. Mrs. Cleveland was assisted in her public reception of the season by Mrs. Calvin S. Brice, who : e husband was Chairman of the Democratic National Committee during the late campaign. She rhooi hands with 5,000 people, anxious to g j t a smile from the beloved mistress of the White House, between the hours of 3 aud 5, taking but two brief intervals of rest—just time for a glass of water. Quite a'serious accident occurred to Walker Bl ine, in alighting from a cab at Hotel NormiA.aie on Saturday, by which he broke the benes in his . r’ght leg about three inches above the ankle, but under skillful medic il treatment it is expected the fractures will soon heal. The diplomatic corps do not take kindly to Mr. McAdoo's "emphatic statement that it is a most absurd thing for the United States to send ministers to royal courts where they come in at the “tail of the bespangled, befeathered, bedizened diplomats of the world. ” The typical attache of a legation at Washington is the best all-around sponger in existence, and it is not at all agreeable to contemplate giving up a living salary where rich America is provide polisheii floors upon which to dance, and food to satisfy the veriest epicure. Of course there are exceptions to this rule, and once in a while a man of abi ity appears among the corps and women clever and handsome enough to vie with American women, and the British, Chinese, and Mexican Ministers give annual balls that equal in magnificence a rich American’s entertainment. The bachelors of the diplomatic corps are particularly interesting and averse to being called away from the honors showered upon them iu this country; for the desire to “wed a dook,” be he rake or deadbeat, is too prevalent even among sensible people. Some interesting statistics in regard to postoffice matters have been developed by the Postmaster General’s report just published, and it will no doubt be a matter of surprise to many victims of missent letters to know that over 99 per cent, of all mail matter has been distributed aright during the past year. By the way, the Senate has deferred action on Gen. Newberry’s name as Postmaster of Chicago, and the probabilities are th-at his appointment will never be confirmed. Gen. James B. Weaver has decided to permit the House to resume business, in consideration of the promise that his Oklahoma bill shall have attention.. Gen. Weaver is a blue-eyed, strong-faced, broad-shouldered man, with a drooping gray mustache, and the nervous strain by which he has accomplished the dead-lock of the House the past week has left traces of deep weariness iq his face. His filibustering tactics have not only taxed his physical powers to the uttermost, but have lost him some good friends, who believed him really working to injure the measure he ostensibly supported. The report is current that Gen. Weaver, whose term expires the 4th of March, intends himself locating thereafter in Oklahoma, but he denies the truth of the rumor. The bill will doubtless come up for consideration and some action be taken before the inaugural. The House Committee on Territories has been devoting its time to considering Utah’s claims to the honor of statehood. Mr. Richards, the speaker for the Territory, addressed it earnestly at great length. Touching the. charges that have been made in rebtion to the practice of polygamy, he declares that siuce the passage of the net of 1882 there had been but ten convictions of new plan 1 marriages, all others having resulted in cases where marriage had been contracted before that enactment, and that the Governor of the Territory had misrepresented the position of affairs. The bill for reviving the grade of Lieutenant General »r, the Army has been reported favorably, with the recommendation that the number of such officers in the entire army be restricted to two, should, the bill go through. The House will have to do some good work to make up for the week of filibustering, audits members are expecting busy times before they will be permitted to don their dress suits and trip the light fantastic at the inaugural ball, toward which all lighter thoughts now trend.

MORSE