Jasper Weekly Courier, Volume 36, Number 42, Jasper, Dubois County, 29 June 1894 — Page 3

WEEKLY COURIER.

JASPEIL INDIANA A 3IISSING WOIID. üy MAitioN v. ioksi:y. 11 Ii Copleys were spending the winter in Mnnidiso that licrt rulght go on to Heidelberg and Ethel pursue hur Jiiusicul studies u n tier good masters. There w a s another reason, too. Their income was not what it use d to be: a:il having decided that a M)journ In tili German citv was the most oco-ni-ialcal plan. thcy were soon busy settling themselves in a quaint old house on the Carlinen platz. Margaret found it quite possible to make the rooms look familiar anil homelike. The same pictures, books and bric-a-brac were placed as they had been in the colonial mansion on Mount Vernon place, in far-awnj Italthnore; anil it is the household gods, after all, that reconcile us to the inevitable changes. It was for her own room that she kepthcr father's portrait, the unopened brass box lcqueathed to her In his will, and the musty books which she alone found interesting'. The months passed pleasantly and quicklj' while the Copleys were , making acquaintance with the city of cathedrals and palaces, and their daily mail left them nothing to complain of in their friends across the sea. Paul Harcourt, the good comrade of Margaret's childhood and girlhood, had begun by writing her letters filled w Ith enthusiasm for his profession and ior the work he had planned to do as a specialist at the great Johns Hopkins hospital, where he had already won distinguished recognition for the successful operation of his advanced ideas in the department of clinic He was intensely, eagerly modern, and held precedent in veneration only in so far as it gave the clearest reasons ior the infallibility of its why and wherefore. As Margaret Copley's absence lengthened he no longer tried to restrain his pen from gliding into personal allusions which should convey some intimation of the hope he now held dearer than fame. One day she had been many hours at the I'inacotheca, drinking in the beauties of Itafaelle, Rembrandt and Fra Bartolomeo, and threw herself, tired and aimless, upon the lounge in her mother's sitting- room, and lay there in calm enjoyment of Ethel's skillfullyexecuted fentasy, when their rosycheeked maid brought in the letters. There were two for Margaret and several for her mother, who was returning calls. "One from Paul," she said to herself with delightful anticipations, "and one from Wert," with much less interest. From the next room the melody still rippled forth, and on a table close beside the couch a bunch of Parma violets breathed an exquisite fragrance, which with the music and the words of overmastering love on the written page, blent together in a soul-subduing minor trio. "He loves me! He loves me! Oh, dream of my life!" she cried, burying her face upon her folded arms as if to hide from unseeing eyes its supreme exaltation. A new glory had come upon the earth, the glory that crowns but the one moment of hope's fruition. She knew now that the rich promise, all the possibilities of Paul Harcourt's earnest, noble manhood were hers to share and encourage. She knew now that achievement and fame were less dear to him than her answering love. The Chopin fantasy rippled on, from faintest sounds to silence. Presently Ethel came in and picked up the paper that came with their mail. Scanning it over, she said, suddenly: "Here is something that will interest you, sister. It's about the Historical society. It offers a thousand dollars for some old records. Margaret, are you asleep?" Hut no answer. "Gracious," said Ethel, tiptoeing away, "I thought she would wake from the dead if anyone mentioned old records." t ! When her sister was out of hearing Margaret raised herself on her elbow and reached for the flowers. "Ah," she said, laying them against her flushed face, "I don't want to think about the dead past just now, but about about the radiant future!" It was not her habit to mention getting a letter from licrt until after she liad read it, for fear it should contain some confidence not intended for any eye or car but hers. He had promised to confess to her If he should be guilty of even "gentlemanly peccadillos," as he termed his waywardness; so it was iuot until she had kissed her mother and Ethel a happier good night than "usual that she sat down by her own Wplight to read this one. It"rt had been very complaining of late, and it was always money, money. jtc had been sending him nearly all of J'p own allowance and did not see w she could do more; but the first lines showed her that there was Hmiuthlng warse than a renewed demand for money, and that disgrace, cPti disgrace, would ba the penalty if were not forthcoming. Witb white Hps and eyes aflame with indignation she read on; each word branding shame upon her heart and tr'n. It ran: dearest and bcit of ststrrs Doyou ncmter bat jrou Mid to me on the ocean, vxmt helping me out of a scrapo? Well, I'm 5a iae wont one vnu could lmnffln. and wet, you taust help e, or our food

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ever. While half crarM with wlno I teolc elk'ht hundred dollars from my roommate. Sim ion-You n-rollm hlm-und n duzen of ua went on a ten days' preo. I didn't know what I was dnlnjr, SU, ind-.sl I didn't, and that cad ay he always dcsplwl our prcivssfou and will certainly kIvo me over as a scoundrel unless everr cent Isjrcf unded In u month. '1 feci more for you and iiiamuia than for myself. Yours tncverlnstir.e regret. IJeht" She sat like one to wiiom the death sentence has just been read -wide eyed, dazed. Mowlv :he reality of it all, its horr''1? tru. 4 fulness, left its outward sign of her hvward conflict. The letter fell from her trembling flng-ors to the floor, where it lay with its flippant announcement of a great crime flaunting itself shamelessly; a crime whose consequences were so brutally thrust upon her. "This is a mere 'gentlemanly peccadillo,' I suppose," she said, in a harsh, unnatural voice. "A Copley'. a Copley! 0, my father; that n child of yours should have done this thing!" and she threw herself prostrate before Alec Copley's unresponsive olligy. "Help me to keep disgrace from your dear, dear name. At any cost to "me, 0. my father, it shall be kept unsullied!" She lay there till the great cathedral clock struck one, trying to make a way out of this terrible difficulty, yet finding none. She knew thattheirquarterly income was iiot due for weeks, and besides, she had breathed a vow to her father, whose spirit she felt to be a real presence, that her sweet, timid mother and Ethel should be spared all knowledge of Bert's sin if she alone could prevent its exposure. Suddenly, like an inspiration, she thought of what her sister had said about the notice in the Ilaltimore paper when she had been so wrapt in love's young dream that she scarcely heeded her. She took her night candle and cautiously made her way downstairs. There lay the paper. All was still, the quiet sleepers unconscious of the tragedy being enacted under the same roof that sheltered them. Hack in her room once more, she sought the paragraph with feverish eagerness, till at last it caught her eye. A long account of the Maryland Historical society wound up by saying: "And theso old reconls, dating from about 10HS to 1700, have never been found. Among them is supposed to be

a list of those who emigrated to the province at-that time: and for the sake of important work to be completed the society offers n thousand dollars for such Information from an authoritative source." "The brass box!" she cried, hysterically. From the secret drawer of an antique escritoire in the corner of the IT WAS HOWINO

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room she took a tiny key with a hit of black ribbon tied to it and hastily fitted it into the curious lock which she had studied and wondered about from toddling Infancy. In all her imaginings she had never dreamed that, like Pandora's box it held her own woe. There were dozens of parchments, some of which dated back to Claiborne's time; and there, tied together with personal letters of Sir Lionel Copley's, was the long-missing list. The old fascination came over herin full force. She set books, paperweights, anything on the curling parchment, flattening it out on the table before her. There were many familiar names those of her lifelong friends, and many of which she had never heard. Low down the list her eye fell upon the words, pale, dim, but legible: Paul Harcourt raid. Minutes ticked off into hours and she still sat gazing till all the page seemed covered with valet, valet, and presently the odious word began to move upon the time-worn document. It had legs, arms, a periwig! It was bowing servilely. Now it is brushing a pair of to boots and ah, look! it is bringing towels and the hath. All the cavalier blood in her veins seemed beating, beating in an angry surge against her throbbing temples, and misery, the like of which she had not thought it possible for mortal to suffer, laid hold upon her soul. The shame of Itcrt's conduct was nothing to this shame nothing. "Oh, heaven!" she groaned in an agony of spirit, making a groping1 effort to find the window, "1 am going mad!" She got the aash up and let the damp, refreshing night air blow in from the dark, echoing square. "ThU troabls of Itsrt'a has basa tot)

uiuch for me. It Is only mr crazy fav.H'y. Tmt is not there at all." Still moving unsteadily she opened a a cabinet near by and took out a fine-ly-finislu'd photograph. "No, no' she said, sternly; ' that brow, those thoughtful eyes, that na-

, trielan oe, that sensitive mouth did not come of a valet's stock. Hut why am I trying- to convince myself? Don't I know it was all an optical illusion?" Replacing the manly presentment of the modern Paul Harcourt in the cabinet, .Margaret Copley stood irresolute, and then, as if moved by an irresistible impulse, dragged herself back to the table and leaned against it, toying with its contents while delaying the moment of sure conviction. A small bronze statuette of Clio, with recording quill in hand, weighted one corner of the record. She snatched it up and tlung it through an open window. "Hreak into a thousand pieces, liar!" she cried passionately, "break as you have broken my heart," and stooping quickly she once more saw the towels and bath. "Father," she sobbed despairingly, her vehement emotion having spent itself and left her benumbed with pain unit lnvibl,.Mtiifit fnti.r T lrit-il him ti riml I lnt-. tittti .tili T ti-rtiiM I ------ V, . - . - - - . ...... J ...... . .. give my life to keep the world from seeing this blasting word; but I am your daughter; I will save the name of Copley. That day you went away you said: I)o what is best with them.' Oh, is it best to sell this thing to save ourselves, or best to destroy it for Paul's sake?" She fell heavily, closing down the lid of the brass box with a metallic crash that brought her mother and Ethel running, panic-stricken, to her i room. , They hurriedly gjt her into bed and sent for a physician. j "She has worn herself out over those musty papers." Mrs. Copley complained, resentfully. "My poor, dear ! child will kill herself worrying over ' such things." j In the delirium of fever which fol-j lowed she talked so incessantly about j 1'ert that the doctor ordered him home. ! "I shall certainly send it, llert, never fear," she whispered to him j when he bent down to kiss her one I da v. She thought he had just come, j : but he had been there a week. i "My head is quite clear now. Go get , I that parchment on the table. You ; j will see a list of names on it. Yes, 1 that's it. Seal it up and direct it to the Maryland Historical society and inclose a note telling the librarian it ! was among papa's papers: he'll know, j Ana ten nim ne musi teiegrapn pay SKKVII.EI.Y. ment to our bank on the day of its receipt. Send it now, and please don't ask me any questions: I'm tired;" and she turned her quivering face to the wall. Some days later. Margaret, pale and sad eyed, was 'ying once more on the sitting room lounge. Her own room was a horror to her. For the first time in her life its antiquity seemed naught but ghostliness, and she felt that its atmosphere would stifle her feeble efforts toward regaining health and strength. Bert sat beside her, waiting to take his mother to a choral service in the cathedral. "Hy the way. Sis," he said, carelessly, "whose name do you suppose I saw on that old list, or whose ancestor's, rather?" "Whose?" she answered faintly, deftly holding a large feather fan at a screening angle. Hert leaned back in his chair and gave one of his dare-devil laughs. "Why, I happened to lay my magnifying glass down on your table one day, when I first came, and going to pick it up later I saw under it, 'Paul Harcourt and valet,' as big as primer letters." "And valet?" she queried, below her breath; no, that was not there. "Oh, but it was," Hert insisted, "1 swear by ray eternal gratitude im you, I saw the 'and' as plain as day through the glass, but it was too faded to sec without, so I traced the letters in pale Ink and made them look just like tit rest It wasn't any harm, was it?" On the instant the great bell rang out its first jubilant note sad she was left alone with more music ia her heart than was pealing from th throats of all the choristers ia Maalch. -KaU Field's Wtahlsgtoo.

REPUBLICAN OBSTRUCTIONISTS Orlar la Ihm Satiate Canned by Fat-Fry tag Frotrctloalat. In dealing with the tariff the cardinal sin of the senate has been obttructlon, and the sinners arc the republicans. ' Through many years of experience in Coxeyizlog schedules the republican senators have become a close trading coriwratlon. With specific duties they have acquired expertuoss in arranging duties so that low tariffs fall on the grades of goods which are not controlled by Import duties and high tariffs on tho great staple necessaries of the household. Republicans have in a compact body resisted all progress toward a vote. It is they who have given to Gorman and Hrice about all tho power used to blackmail the democratic majority. And republicans were in every deal Hrice and Gorman made. What do I'ricc, Gorman, Smith and Murphy care about the cutlery and hardware schedules? What do they care about cotton cloth? The hand of Quay is seen all through the metal classification, and Aldrich would as well have signed his name to the cotton amendments. The Gorman combine has been a republican deal. If the business men who are anxiously awaiting a settlement have had their eyes open they must have seen that the great majority of democrats in both houses were read and anxious months ago to givo the country a liberally devised tariff law. The full strength of the republicans has been put forth for obstruction. Nor can the obstruction come under any honest theory of conviction on the tariff. The republican senators knew that a law of some kind was certain to be passed. They could not say that they were fighting in the hope of preserving the McKinley law. All they have done is to hold their ranks solid for obstruction while the Gorman democrats did the work of the lobby by bulldozing tactics. Tho easterners

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who lead tho republicans got what they wanted for certain special interests, and got it through Gorman and his band. Then they were willing to negotiate for a roll calL All this four months of obstruction, in committee and on tho floor, has not been to save the McKinley law. but to capture as rauch swag as possible for favorite trusts. The commercial welfare of the country has been sold oat through an entire spring season to get concessions for a few establishments. And it must not be forgotten that the industriescotton, for example which have won the most of this plunder employ either very little labor or pay very low wages. Obstruction has been republican from first to last Tho Coxeyizing democrats have been republicans in the tariff deal. There has been no resemblance between them and the democratic majority. There has been no sympathy or cooperation between them and the democratic majority. Their gain have been obtained by junction with the republicans and in combat with a democratic force which the people had not made large enough. If the western states had been represented by democrats, a genuine reform bill would have been passed before March. St Louis Republic. Senator Sherman's plea for a tariff commission was the last despairing cry of the protective buzzard. It would have served to prolong the robberies for a few years longer, bat the democrats are not to he caught by such chaff. Commissioners for purposes of legislation are not recognized by the constitution, and congress, has properly determined to discharge its duty according to law, even if it doesn't reach public expectation in the character of the measuro it enacts. But tho pending bill Is better than nothing, and may be regarded as the beginning ef the end of protection plundering. Kaasas City Times. Republican gall seeds no medicine. Offering free sugar amendments after the democrats have agreed upo a schedule is about as sear good polltt eal economy as ths parents, of the Hagar trust eoakl be sxpssted to com. . St. LeaLa RspifclW.

THE BUCKEYE EPHRAIMS.

Aa Karnmt of what tk MuKlnlryltea putr to ,rrornUli. Dyed-in-the-wool McKInlcylsm had the floor and everything else at the recent Ohio republican convention. The promised shading of opinion in favor of some recession from tho extreme policy of protection, named in honor of the governor of Ohio, was not apparent in any direction. On the other hand the Huckeyo republicans not only stood out on the advance line and hurrahed for Mclvinleyism, but, encouraged by democratic demoralization in congress, they dared to push out still further. That is the logic and the history of protection. It is never satisfied. Its appetite thrives lustily upon indulgence. The extreme protection o! to-day is insufficient to-morrow. As tho infant waxes fat it leans less upon its legs and more upon its cratch, and needs occasionally to replace the old one with a stouter to support its flabby, overfed weight. Having contltuted themselves the espeeial guardians of extreme protection, tho Ohio republicans, with never a thank you for what they have received, and never a regret for what it has cost tho country to pay the prico, raise a ahrlll cry for more. "Wo condemn and denounce." say the', "any attempt to repeal or amend it (tho McKinley act) which docs not have for its object better protection to American labor and American interests than is secured by it" In the republican vernacular, "better protection for American labor" Is a euphemism for bigger bounties for protected monopolists. The Ohio republicans, sounding the koynote of Gor. McKinley's presidential campaign, declare their desire to advance protective duties still further, to tax the Amerl can people still more oppressively foi the support of favored and pampered interests, to impose upon the burdened taxpayers of the country a yet heavier weight of unconstitutional taxation of the many for the benefit of the few It is a fair warning. This is .vhat repulicanism aims at This is the purpose of protection. This is what the party of McKinley will do if it gets the power. After the election of 1802 republicans were disposed to apologize for McKinleyism and to admit that it might have gone a little too far. When divisions began to appear among the democrats In congress, the republicans took heart and resented and resisted all propositions to scale in any way the extreme McKinley duties. Now that treachery has done its utmost in congress to discredit and defeat tho cause of tariff reform, the apologists of two years ago boldly declare that tho McKinley wall is not high enough, 'and that they mean to crown it with a fancy coping of still bigger profits to their chosen wards. Protection, for four years on the defensive, has assamed the aggressive. Not satisfied with the measure which the people have twice condemned at the polls, it invites a square issue between lower taxes on the one hand, and yet higher bounties on ths other. If the democrats cannot rally upon an issue like that, then treachery and cowardice have struck deeper than anyone has ever supposed. LouisvHlc Courier-Journal. Trwth Abeat Hlg-h Tariff. High tariff quarantines all open markets. High tariff asks labor to take monopoly on tru . Cold facts show that high tariff has killed more sheep than the dog tax can pay for. High tariff's attcatlou is directed to the democratic fact that no unprotected Industry has imported any "Huns." There doesn't seem to be any more genuine protection in Carnegie's armor plate than in McKinley's tin helmet. It may be Incidentally remarked of high tariff that it not only wants to "get there with both feet," but with Vota hands as welL Now that tho senats has heroieallj investigated itself and Impartially found Itself not guilty of hrlhery thi sugar trust, high tariff sail, all othsr djaiute rested parties may a hrsath. Chioaffo EsraleV

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PERSONAL AND LITERARY. Mfsst Dr. Hamilton, of FJglanil, who is rfo'etorlag the ameer's family ia Cabul, has a guard of natives to look after her. The Iudlan government has disowned all responsibility for her safety, Mrs. Kendal, who is so justly noted for ivr lovely complexion, gives the following as her complexion recipe: "Ten hours' sleep every night; a fourmile walk every day; vigorous rubbing in cold water; brown bread; no sweets and no coffee." The descendants of Queen Victoria are either now in possession of, or will in the natural course of events come, to occupy seven thrones those of the Hritish empire, the Gerruan empire, tho Russian empire, the kingdom of Greece, the grad duchy of Hesse, the duchy of Saxe-Coburg anil Gotha and the duchy of Saxe-Meiningen. -Heat rice Ilurrailon's story, "Ships that Pass in the Night," was not copyrighted in this county lecause its great success waa-not anticipated, and the unlimited competition of pirated American editions has brought the price of the book in the United States down to almost nothing. It has been selling in paper ut five cents a copy. Prince Hismarck has been discoursing on the blessings of solitude. To the women of Herg he says: "Here in the forest I am not nearly so solitary as I often was during the past thirty years. A man is most solitary in large cities, at court, in parliament's, among one's colleagues. 1 do not know whether you have in the course of your lives made the acquaintance of so many foresters as I have, but most of those I have known were contented men." Anne of Austria, the widow of Louis XIII., was the beautyof her age. According to a biographer, "she had a marvelous complexion, a great quantity of light-brown hair, eyes with a tint of green in them, which, as may be supposed, increased their vivacity; a small mouth, hands and arms of extraordinary beauty. Her nose was large, and she wore too much rouge. She was tall, and had a lofty, proud look. Her air and smile inspired tenderness and respect." Few of tho jieople who saw the Hoston poet, Mrs. Julia Ward Howe, on the platform with Dr. Dcjhjw at the dedication of the Columbus statue in Central park, New York, would have said that she looked like a woman of seventy-five. She has the presence, the demeanor, the expression, the voice and the step of fifty. She has a handsome face; she is in vigorous health; slit gives heed to the art of dress; she is far more lively than are most women at her time of life. Yet she has been writing poetry for nearly sixty years the poetry of beauty and of nature and of the emotions and of freedom. J. M. Stanynn, of Milford, N. H., who has three times been around Cape Horn, and in that part of the world has repeatedly watched the albatross, writes: "This bird will poise over the main truck of a ship going ten or twelve miles an hour, and keep the same relative distance from the spar or rigging, ns if his body were attached by fine wires and drawn along by the vessel. All this time not a muscle moves, save the head, which is turned from side to side, as is common with all birds. ,The fiercer the gale the more pleased and active they appear."

HUMOROUS. Little boy, doesn't it pain you to see an elderly woman hanging on to a strap?" Hoy (keeping his scat) "No'm, less it's my ma."-r-lloston Journal. Uride "Are . you going to leave this early, Alonzo?" Alonzo "I'd give ten years of my life to remain longer, darling, but I'd be fined a dollar if I missed my lodge meeting." Hallo. His Mother "You shouldn't throw away j-our piece of buttered bread in that wasteful way, Willie; you may see the day you would be glad to have it." Her Son "Hut it wouldn't keep." Rochester Post-Express. "Is it true that they weigh the anchor every time the ship leaves port?" said Mrs. Trotter to her husband. "Yes." "Dear me! How very unnecessary 1 Why don't they make a memorandum of Its weight?" Pittsburgh Chronicle. Sunday Morning. Wife "Come, John, why don't you get up? Your breakfast was ready an hour ago, and its spoiled by this time." Husband "Is it? Very well; then I don't want it. Call me in season for dinner." Hoston Transcript. Tutter "Awfully pretty baby, Homier, but cr what is It, girl or boy?" Homier "Can't you tell its a girl?" Tutter l4No. How on earth can you tell?" Hender "Can't you see? She's reaching up to put her mother's hat on straight." HurlLngton (la.) Gazette, Elder Sister "Come, Stanley, take your powder like a little man. You never hear me making any complaint about such a little thing as that." Stanley (peevishly) "Neither would I if I could daub it on my face. It is swallerin it that I object to.' Brooklyn Life. Mrs. Gray "I doa't see how you have such good luck with Miss Snip. Your dresses set beautifully, but she never gives me a fit, though she is fussy enough in her measuring, goodness knows. Sometimes I think her measuring is all folderol and is puly done for effect. It doesn't seem tc dc any goixl in my case, at any rate." Mrs. White "Perhaps it may be, as you say, a matter of form." Hoston Transcript. The Prospect in Politics. The young fellow was tnlklng to the old one about his future career. "I'm going to study law," he said, "and go into politics." "Don't do it, my boy," urged the old one. "Why not? Politics is a wide field, and aicn have become great in It," "Posslblr in times past; but in these later davs, my boy, the politician k always oscillating between the poorhouse and the penitentiary, and there bo telling In which place his old aga will and hlm.M Dttrolt Frsc Pros?.