Greenfield Evening Republican, Greenfield, Hancock County, 29 June 1895 — Page 4
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Six salutes fired at sunrise. ., Procession formed at Court House square at 9:30 a. m. to be escorted to tae
Grounds by the Redmen's Cornet Band. Siwg—AMERICA. Address of Welcome— By Hon. George W. Duncan.
Address—HON. JAMES E. M'CULLOUGH, Indianapolis. Reading of the Declaration of Independence—By Hon Char.es Offu. ,. Reading Washington's Farewell Address—By William A. Houg S'»ng— SL'AR SPAFGLED BANNER."
DINNER.
\t 1:30 m. sharp the sport begins.
Bicycle Race-For the championship of Hancock county, mile heat. Purse, £10 00 cash or merchandise. 1st, $• 2nd, $8 3rd, $2. 'Bi'cycle Race -For boys under 16 years of age, half mile dash for championsmp S.ZI P-use, *00. ,* KOO *d, Srd
Running Race-Free-for-all, half mile dash. Purse, iplo.00. 1st, *8, „nd, $o.0U,
Race-Under Un hands high, half mile dash. Purse $12.00. 1st, $6
2nd, $4 on), $2. Fast 3Vn!e Race—Half mile run. $5.00 to she winner. Slow Mule Race-Purse, «o,00 to winner. Persons making entries in the race iffl be required to exchange mules uuder tbe directions o! the committee. Slowest
mule wins ihe race. Goose Race-The goose will be suspended over the track. Each rider will be required to go in a gallop. The man th it gets the goose without breaking the wire
Race-Free for all, 100 yards dash. Purse, ^00 1st, $3 2nd $2 3r|, $1. Old Men's Foot Race-65 years and over. Parse, $6.00. 1st, $3 -nd, $2,drd, $1 Fat Men's Foot Racc-To measure 48 inches or more around the girth. 100 yard
dash. Purse, $6 00. 1st, $3 2nd, $2 3rd, $1. Race FOR GREASED PIG, DONATED BY WM. TOLLEN & CO., for boys 16 years and uuder. Butchers and employees barred. The one that catches the pig an puts him in the box, gets the pig.
Greased pole climb for a $20.00 watch, donated by L. A. Davis, Jeweler, for boys 16 years and under. Wheel Barrow Race—25 yard dash, for colored men only, blindfolded. Purse,
Sack Race—For boys 16 years and under: Purse, $5,00. 1st, $2.50 -nd, $l.o0 3rd $1 'lADIES HITCH UP RACE—For ladies over 17 years. Each lady is allowed a gentleman attendant. Harness with snaps on lines and holdbacks. Road wagons preferred. All horses trained for speed barred. Nothing but gentle horses will allowed in the race and to be kept down to their natural gait. Each attendant will hold the horse and harness in readiness, but any other assistance or directions from them will bar the lady from the race. At the word, they will harness, hitch up and drive around the track. First in gets $5 2nd in, $3 3rd, $2.
YOUNG LADIES HITCH UP RACE—16 years and under, conditions same as .aibove. Purse, $10,00. 1st, $5 2nd, $3 3rd, $2. GENTLEMEN'S HITCH UP RACE—Free-for-all, half mile dash, speed horses barred, no attendant, four wheel vehicles. Purse, $10,00, 1st, $5 2nd, $3 3rd, $2.
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"The others were not clovm. Before God, I don't know who did it it lies between West and me i"
Tliey looked at each other in the desolate silence that followed, and then she asked:
Why did you go down?" "West would have gone alone. You cannot ask me why I did not let one of my men take my place?" "It does not matter," she said. "No, it does not matteft the responsibility is mine. Cecil, I am the same man you gave your promise to last night. I do not love such work. I went into it sick at heart. I wish, God knows, I were in his place!" "I wish we both were. Oh, my heart is broken!"
But you cannot mean that it's all over between us? Does it make no difference that it. was forced upon me? I have to say it: We were on our own ground their barricade was 50 feet within our lines. A barricade that is only for defense does not have a door in it, and, Cecil, they were five to one!" "You are talking about my brother!"
He could say no more. "I am not judging you," she pleaded in answer to his look of dumb, passionate despair. "No you are only sentencing me without judgment. At. least, you will not refuse what poor help I can offer you now? There are things to be done for you which only a man can do. Is there any one here who has a better right than I—than I had last night?"
They have telegraphed for my father. Oh, forgive me!" she murmured, leaning toward him with an agony of pity in her eyes.
He did not see it. He sat facing the svindow, and the pitiless, whit© stare of '.he snow laden sky outside. When he spoke again his voice had lost the accent of appeal "I did not know you had a father." "What have we known of each other? We are strangers. Oh, it has all been too sudden, too r#sli! It began wrong "Then let us begin over again! I will go away now. I will wait. I will not ask to see you for along time. But you will give me s&me hope in the future? I have had no chance to show my love for you. It is true, we do not know each other. But shall we not know each other some day It is not just to set this awful fatality forever between us
She looked at him as if asking him to understand without words, which came so hard. "I am doing nothing," she said. "It is done already. We must keep apart, because that is the only way to bear it." "Cecil, you cannot mean it! Why, great heaven! if I were the lowest criminal there would be some poor fool of a woman to cling to me I You disgrace me for life. I have done what was simply my duty. But I didn't expect you to feel that. I counted on your mercy. I thought you would forgive me—as you forgive your brother—as I forgive him. For, if this is what you meaji, heaven knows, I too have something to forgive!" "There can be no forgiveness between us," she said, piteously. "Oh, cannot you understand? If you were old or crippled if your life were spoiled in some way, I would share it with you. I would go away with you now, if I could suffer with you. But, if we were together, we should not suffer. We should be happy—after awhile.'' "Ah, yes," he moaned, "we should be happy. What have we done that we should not be happy?" "You will be happy, I hope—but not with' me. Not with—his sister!'' "Why don't you say it out? Am I his murderer, that you hold off from me like that?" Her meek but inflexible resistance maddened him. "Cecil, my little girl, you did love me. Do you love me now? And will you not let me try to heal the hurt I have given you?" "I love you," she said, resisting his embrace, "but not in that way!"
There is no other way!" "Is there not? If it had been you, instead of him"— "If it had"—he wrested the words from her—"and if he were in my placo now would you disown him for my sake?" "I could not do that. I could not break a tie that is in my blood." "Is there no tie, then, between us?"
She leaned her head low between her hands. "We made it ourselves. I made it selfishly. I made you come to me do you remember?"
Did he remember! Only last night her head had rested on his breast now there was no help or shelter of his she would ever seek again.
She sat with her hands tightly locked together in her lap, white, trembling, but immovable. "There is another way! If you were —as he is now—would I not love you? You are the same to me as he is you are dead to me!"
Her strength suddenly deserted her, and she broke into wifld sobs. He kuelt beside her and forced her gently into his arms. "Cecil, you cannot put me out of your life like this with a word 1 You cannot mean to mock me with a love that denies our very humanity. It is nonsense to say I am dead to yon when every nerve in my body starts at your touch. Did we make that tie? It is the oldest, the strongest tie between man and woman. There is no duty that can break it. I am your duty and you are mine, in the sight of God. There is no law that forbids me to love you." "There is tan instinct that forbids me
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She struggled"to. her feet. He rose, too, and stood before her, white with the passion of his last appeal. "You have done your duty, in spite of the cost," she said. "But you cannot judge for me. A woman's duty is different.
A belief that he must, in the end, prevail, had unconsciously supported him and fed his persistence, but it forsook him now as he looked in her face. He continued to look at her a moment something like a shiver passed over him then his words came heavily, like the first sluggish drops following a deep wound: "Are you so sure that this is your duty?" "Oh, if you only had not been so sure of yours!" she faltered, dealing this last blow helplessly, and hearing herself speak as if her voice were the voice of some one else, pronoun&ng his doom and her own.
There was aloud knock on the outer door. The same ominous hand delivered it that had knocked in the watches of the night before. Cecil started at the sound and turned, in her terror, to Hilgard. It was the one moment when she might have yielded.
The knock was repeated. She made a gesture toward the door, and as Hilgard turned to open it she escaped from the room.
It was Gashwiler who stood on the threshold. Go to the other door!'' Hilgard said, fierce with the anguish that was mounting in his blood.
His words were like a curse. The two men looked each other in the eyes for an instant then Gashwiler retreated down the steps and around the corner of the house to the kitchen.
Hilgard plunged through the melting drifts that hid the trail, dashing the wet snow from the low fir boughs. A storm of revolt was let loose within him. He saw no justice, no logic, in his fate. Its mockery was yet in store for him.
CHAPTER XI.
A telegram to the home office, conveying the news of the fight and its result, was immediately followed by Hilgard's formal resignation.
This step was not taken from any consciousness of mistaken or excessive zeal, but from the personal aspect of the situation. His letter of resignation was accompanied by a brief statement of the circumstances that had led to the fight, and which had made it, so far as the Led Horse was concerned, inevitable. The answer to his telegram prepared him for the prompt acceptance of his resignation. It was carefully worded, and evidently intended as an official comment on his action. It was as follows "Officers of company deplore unhappy tragedy of twenty-second. They repudiate measures requiring sacrifice of life for property. Less violent policy would better represent company."
The administration in the east, while conceding discretionary power to the executive in the west, was keenly sensitive to any responsibility which might attach to itself through the exercise of that power. "They don't repudiate the mine," Hilgard said to himself, bitterly. Their scniples won't pi-event their pocketing the dividends after they have washed their hands of the men who saved their property."
For himself he did not care it seemed but a grimace of that fate which had first.dealt him its cruelest blow but it hurt him to think of West. The only elaborate part of his letter had referred to West's share in the discovery and the quenching of the plot. He had taken a chief's pride in the loyalty and courage of his adjutant, and he commended him earnestly to his successor. Perhaps some recognition of his service, the kind of service that has no price, would come later. In the meantime he suppressed the telegram. He was ^liamed to read it to the man who had said, "I reckon I could hold the drift alone!": "They think it's a kind of border ruffianism, Hi Igard said to himself they don't consider it legitimate mining.
It could not add to his hopelessness, but it imbittered it somewhat, to find himself classed with the very men whose principles he had sacrificed his life's happiness to defeat
That element of the camp of which the Shoshone policy was the exponent accepted Conrath as its martyr. Gashwiler would have been afar less interesting figure in death. He and Conrath were both jumpers, but Gashwiler was known to be a professional jumper, while Conrath could claim the distinction of an amateur. Gashwiler was not young and handsome, not supposed to come of a good eastern family. Gashwiler 's family was a subject of general indifference. He was not particularly free with his money. There were no ladies of fashion in the camp who would be likely to exchange reminiscences of his attentions to themselves or. compare their respective degrees of intimacy with the hc: of the hour. Even the sober, thoughtful citizens, who would have dismissed Gashwiler's removal with the unperplexed sentiment that he had got his deserts, found a certain pathos in the fate of his young chief, cut off by an act of wild justice, at the beginning of his career. ..
Few. stopped to think what that career was likely to have been. The more picturesque portion of the population of the camp was ready to say, "Poor fellow!" in the general consciousness that the compassionate epithet might eventually apply nearer home. Of such frail clay were they themselves fashioned.
A delay, inexplicable to Conrath's friends, in the reply to their telegram to his father, roused a good deal of feeling among them. It was hastily assumed that Conrath's family had "gone back" on him. The facts of the cqge were that when the telegram reached New York his father was on shipboard between that city and Havana, where his wife had been ordered by her physician to spend the winter. The silence was certain.ly far from, pafernp.l. The camp was
sensitive on the point of its relations with the east, especially in the event of death. Whatever their indifference or faithlessness to their eastern ties during life, the men of Conmth's rank on the frontier confidently expected those tic.to contract in the extreme moment and restore them to their early associations.
Without waiting for the silence of Conrath's father to be explained, the Shoshone partisans rose in wrathful championship of their insulted comrade, and said: "If they can't bury him decently, (1—n him, we'll bury him ourselves!" The case of the living sister could wait on that of the dead brother.
It was on this honorable errand Gashwiler had come when he encountered Hilgard in the first strong agony of his bereavement.
Gashwiler did riot see Miss Conrath, but he had along and exciting argument with Molly, who protested that her mistress should not be disturbed on this or any other business. She indignantly repudiated, in her mistress' name, the offered honors to the dead. "Wouldn't you leave her even the body? Sure, she'll never sit behind that hearse—tr'ailin through the streets along with the lot of you, and your music and your mil't'ry. She's not proud of his dyin, that she'd want the whole camp to be throopin after 'im. The least you can do is to leave him to her now!"
But Molly could not prevail alone against the resolute sympathy of Conrath's constituency. All she could do was to soften the proposition by a little merciful deception, and present it as a decent, kindly offer to give the chief of the Shoshone appropriate burial at the hands of his fellow Masons and comrades of the militia regiment to which he had belonged. Cecil gave her helpless consent, with the condition that all the expenses should be referred to her father. She was too far prostrated in body as well as in spirit to know more of the last scene in the tragedy of her life than such dreary echoes as penetrated the darkened seclusion of her chamber.
Conrath's body was borne out of, the house and conveyed to the camp, where it lay in state in the unfinished hall of the new Masonic temple, to be gazed upon by the multitude. It was subsequently enshrined in a plumed hearse, drawn by eight horses, fed on hay at $100 a ton. It was preceded by the regiment of militia, keeping step through the miry snow of the street, with guns reversed, to the measures of the dead march.
The baj*i which had furnished the music was attached to one of the principal variety theaters, and in the intervals of its regular performance was often required to assist at funerals, when the camp publicly honored some favorite actor in its social dramas on his exit from the stage. The Masonic society marched behind the hearse in full regalia, followed by the fire companies and the populace. The latter had turned ov#t promiscuously on foot, or mounted on "livery horses" of uncertain gait and temper, and might be relied on to appear at any point in the procession, according to its caprice, joining the ranks of the Masons, the militia or the firemen and keeping up a current flow of conversation on topics more or lass relevant to the occasion. The cortege moved on slowly along the principal streets of the town knd out through its straggling suburbs to the cemetery.
The ladies who joined in this public tribute were easily accommodated in three or four carriages. In the first of these sat Mrs. Denny. A prevalent theory of Conrath's death was that there had been blood between the two young superintendents from other than business causes, and Mrs. Denny enjoyed a temporary supremacy among the ladies of Conrath's preference as the heroine of this rumor. Hilgard's fate relented toward him in this one instance and spared him the knowledge of this romantic fiction of the camp, which joined his name with Mrs. Denny's.
The cemetery was a grim, untended spot, an acre of the primitive fir forest, sloping westward toward the valley and exposed to the winds that blew across from the snow covered peaks. The fire and the ax had passed over it, and the nakedness of the land was left as the inheritance of that peaceful community which had pitched its low tents on the bleak slope. A few stumps and stark, blackened pine trunks, a few young, slight trees, the sole mourners of the forest, supplemented the scant memorials raised to the human dead. Unpainted boards marked alike the graves of those who awaited at the hands of distant friends, removed to a more permanent resting place, the graves of the poor and the unknown, and the graves of those the place of whose rest was of less importance to the general public than its finality. The camp graveyard, like the camp itself, was peripatetic. The city was at that time reserving the money it might have spent on its adornment in contemplation of its removal to another spot.
The heavy, soft snow had sunk and melted under the high glare of the sun and lay in patches, like linen spread to bleach, offering a grotesque, irreverent suggestion that the dwellers in those sunken mounds might have risen in the night and washed their earth stained cerements in readiness for the pending order to "move camp." The funeral procession, invading this desolate inclosure, took nothing from its haggard loneliness. It was impossible to associate the place with human love and reverence or even with humanity's last, induring r^st.
[TO BE CONTINUED.!
Murder In the First Degree ASHLAND, Kan., June 29.—The trial
of Frauk J. Ernest for killing Sid J. Jackinan, lias resulted in a verdict of guilty of murder in the first degree. The prisoners sentence will be rendered before the close of the term of Court.
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