Pike County Democrat, Volume 25, Number 1, Petersburg, Pike County, 18 May 1894 — Page 3

§?ibt®0Utttg|lm0mi II- McC. 8TOOPS, Editor and Proprietor- - INDIANA PETERSBUKG. SLEEP. Wo oil must sleep, Some side by side, Other in lands afar; Some ’ neath the tldet But sleep we must, Just and unjust; Though when, and where, and how, . In days or months or years none cow May know, nor time nor reckoning keep* "Twill come upon us unaware, This unsought sleep "To close ; ■ Our eyes to earthly things, life and love and those Who, seeing that we wake not, weep Sad, silent and mysterious sleep! .Another name it hath, but here X*>t not that name appear; It filleth us with dread; Leave, it unsaid Tearful and fateful word, :Somj6 day it must be heard, Afcd wring the heart Whilst lips a-tremble frame -'*<The dreaded nama “Sleep,” say we then. For sleep we must Just and unjust Nor wake again To life, and love, and those "Who, seeing that we wake not, weep And so. man born of woman, keep Thy pillow ready, and a whitened gOwn Wherein to robe thyself, ere thou lie dowc To thy last sleep. —Dora K. Freaney, in N. V. Independent MISS TILLY’S (BONANZA. BY VIOLET ETYNGE MITCHELL. [Copyright 1894, by tbe Author. 1

hl tram Dounc for Stillman had buzzed through the tunnel ter miles north oi Yank town. The passengers had all settled themselves, and arranged then bundles in th« racks overhead, when Miss Tillj Pearsall put oc her glasses and felt at leisure tc

survey her fellow passengers. * , . Incredible as it may appear to the "reader, it was the first time she ha<] •ever taken a journey further from hex -old home in Yanktown than to Aunl Polly Jenkins’, who lived ten miles "away and who usually drove over foi Miss Tilly—staying all nignt—to return in the cool of the next afternoon witfc ■the old lady beside he». I have called Miss Tilly “old,” but as a matter of fact, she was a little ovex fifty, and exceedingly spry and lively. When Miss Tilly had put on hei (Spectacles she leisurely surveyed hex fellow-passengers, most of whom she aet down as uninteresting, but her inquiring eyes finally rested on an old man who was the sole occupant of the seat directly in front of her. “Seedy” is the adjective that would l>est have fitted the old gentleman. Bis hair—unkempt and thin—might )iave been combed with a rake. His -clothes had that woebegone untidiness which comes to men wno grow old without “wimmen folks” to look aftex -them. Miss Tilly took in the whole 'thing in a glance. “Poor old fellow,” she mused, taking •off her mittens and putting them in a ••satchel she carried on her arm. “It •does make me sick at my stommick tc see a man run to seed like that: My! My! Look at his does. Why, there’s •abig hole in his overcoat at the elbow.” She half leaned forward, then, remembering that she must be particulax as to her acquaintances, restrained the impulse to offer some sympathetic -civility. The old man, unaware of the interest he had awakened, continued to stare • ont of the car window, offering ample opportunity to the public to see and •criticise the hole in the sleeve of his -overcoat He took off the slouch hat he wore and leaned against the back of the seat She could see how thin his face was, and the hard lines about his mouth. . “I’ll'bet he’s as cranky as a mule,” •she muttered, then pulling out a shawl irom its neat leather strap, she deftly

“you pbstkrin’ idoit.p pushed it behind him, making1 a comfortable prop for the back of his head. He turned partly around and saw heyiShe winced a little as she perceived the •quizzical expression of his eye. Then leaning1 forward with her mouth drawn -down into lines of strict propriety, she •exclaimed: “I saw you hed nothin’ under your vhed to keep it from bouncin’ about like pop corn over a hot fire—so I jest t shoved that shawl under it You ain’t Abound to take it,” she stammered. The 'man was glaring at her. “if you are trying to sell anything— -or get anything out of me,” he observed, snarlingly, “you might as well ■ spare yourself the trouble.” r ~ “For the land’s sakes!” cried Miss Tilly, her cheeks aflame. “Me sell anything to pouf Why, I never sold anything in my hull life but hens'

eggs, and they'll so skeerce now no r one buu a fool would think I'd try— and as to getting anything out o’ you— you'll jest excuse me it I remark that in that matter, jedgln' from your appearance, it would be pretty poor pickin’.’* She settled back in her seat, and the old man, with a growl, returned to his former position. The 6hawl fell in a soft mass at her feet Presently she picked it up, and after shaking out the dust folded it and replaced it in its strap. But angry as she was, the old man still fascinated her. Miss Tilly was one of those women who are born to be mothers but turn into aunts. Her heart yearned over this poor neglected creature, who need stitches here and there, and who had nearly snapped her head off. She fell to speculating as to the cause of his anger. “Mebbe,” she soliloquized, “the poor creature is a lee tie off his balance, and not responsible.,” Just then the book fiend stopped beside the man, and thrust his magazines and novels under his nose. He had closed his eyes and was apparently dozing, and took no notice of the intruder. “ ‘Red as a Rose is She.’—‘Murders of the Rue Morgue.’—*A Lovely Philistiue!’ ” yelled the fiend. Miss Tilly rose in her seat. “You pesterin’idjit!” she exclaimed, "can’t you see that he’s jest havin’ a catnap? Mercy sakes^ Let him alone!” The boy stared at her, and shouldering his books passed on, leaving Miss Tilly leaning back comfortably in her seat, well satisfied to have quenched his ardor. There was a gentle movement of the gray head on the cushions in front of her, and a pair of quizzical black eyes were turned for a moment in her direction. “Thank ye!” said the owner of the head. “Much obliged to ye, ma’am.” Miss Tilly smiled and nodded affably. “I -know how it does rile a body up to have such a yellin’ in one’s ears when you are tryin’ to get a nap,” she said. For a few miles the old man did not stir. Miss Tilly endeavored to divert her mind by wondering who would be at the depot to greet heron her arrival. “My! My!” she soliloquized. “Won’t they be out in full force! ’Twouldn’t surprise me one bit if Uncle Uriah got out o’ bed to come. I do wish,” she mused, regretfully, “I hed the money to buy the twins a doll apiece—but my lands!' I ain’t hed enough to buy me a i new pair o’ shoes, till jest before I come away—and then I hed to buy ’em so cheap 1 expect they’ll sqwawk like . a barn door.” J ust then the stranger began to cough violently. It was a nasty hacking cough, and he became red in the face with the exertion. Miss Tilly’s hand went into her bag, and out came a box of lozenges. “Here!” she cried, proffering the open box to the choking man. “You jest try one; they’re made after Aunt Polly Jenkins’ recipe.” He hesitated a moment, looked sharply at her, then accepted the civility tendered to him. When the cough had ceased he observed: • “You are a most extraordinary woman.” “Be I?” inquired the no wise insulted lady, placidly. “Well, if wantin’ to help a man that is old and pore and hain’t got no one to mend for him is bein’ extraordinary, I dunno but what 1 be.” *. - She smiled at him and smoothed back the faded hair more snugly beneath her black bonnet “How do you know I’ve no one to mend for me?” cried the old man, with asperity. “And—as to my poverty— who told you I am poor?” A look of indulgent pity overspread the woman’s face, as she replied: “That hole in your overcoat sleeve has been givin’ me the fidjicks eyer since I sat eyes on you—an’ as to your bein’ pore, I don’t suppose I’m much better off -’n what you be—but pore is pore —an’ a man with a hole in his coat big enough for a cat to crawl through, ain’t likely to be no John Jacob As tor. Now be he?”

“i\o, replied tne man, siowiy, "tie isn’t Whefh do you get off?” he ashed. “I don’t know just where I’ll get off,” she stammered, “that is—I kalkalate to go on to Stillington, if . I meet my folks there—that is—” Drowned in confusion she dropped her eyes, then, raising them with a sudden effort, she said more boldly: “You’ll excuse me, sir, I rather , guess I’ve been kind o’ pert talking to you. It seemed to me you was older ’n what you be, an—an -I was sorry for you, but now I look squai-’ at you— you don’t seem feeble—an’ I—” “I’m just fifty-two years old,” remarked the old man, smiling—“fiftytwo years—and you are the first honest woman I have met during the last twenty of them.” “For mercy, sake!” cried Miss Tilly. “What kind o’ company hev you been keepin’? T’ain’t possible that you’ve jest escaped from state's prison?” An expression of amazed incredulity passed over the face of the stranger. “Have you lived all your life in the country?” he asked. “Yes, I have,” she retorted, “an’ I was brought up among honest folks, too.” The man eyed her with profound interest ' “Suppose,” he said, “you had a lot of money, what would you do with it?” Miss Tilly sat for a few moments lost in a brown study, then she glanced at her questioner and asked, doubtfully: “How much money? Some folks is rich on a dollar—I dup'no as I could fix my mind on anything onless I knew how much.” “Oh, say a few hundred dollars,” replied the old man. “Why land o’ goodness!” ejaculated the woman, “a body could buy out the hull o’ Yanktown with that much, an’ it’s makin’ a fool o’ me to ask me such a question. I ain’t no more likely to have such a pile o’ cash than—” she hesitated, then added with c mviction, “than you be.’*

“Well, just make believe,” urged the man. “Wall," she said, “1 kalkalate the first thing I’d do would be to buy the twins a doll apiece.” “And then?” he urged. “I might get an easy chair for poor Mis’ Bunnit,” she mused. “Hang Mrs. Bunnit!” he exclaimed. “I meant what would you buy for your“I dun’no,” replied Miss Tilly. “There is jist one thing I would do, I’d buy old Pete from Mr? Otis; it’s been on my mind for long enough, but the old skinflint won’t sell him for less’n ten dollars, an’ he might as well ask fifty as ten for the chance there’d be of me payin' it.” “Old Pete!” echoed the man, “who is old Pete?” “He’s the patientest old horse ever you see,” cried Mis^ Tilly. “He belongs to Mr. Otis, who lives next door to me, an’ the way he licks that pore creetur would wear you out I declare if I could give Mr. Otis one good lickin’ for all I have seen that pore old horse stand I’d jest enjoy it.” “And then”—insisted the stranger^“what after that?” “I declare!” laughed Miss Tilly, “I’m stuck. There ain’t a blessed thing I could lay my hands on that I need, unless it might be a new bunnit I suppose,” she added doubtfully, “the folks may be a little ashamed of this one, but the hens did lay so pore this year, an’ I ain’t had much cash for spendin’.” Her eyes rested on the hole in the elbow of his overcoat, now particularly prominent “If I really had that money, which is supposin’ the biggest lie I could, I know where fifteen of them dollars would go.” “Where would they go?” persisted the man. “Straight into a new overcoat for a pore man that’s not ten mile away,” replied Miss Tilly. “Is that all?” He spoke disappointedly. “I guess it is,” she replied, “an’ I wouldn’t be perticlar about makin* it fifteen dollars. 1 dun’no but a new hat would be a sensible thing to put along of it—an’trousers—1 guess your folks

“ TAKE THIS!” SAID THE MAN. might be sot up to see you look picked 9 up a bit.” “I haven’t any folks,” answered the old man, “and they wouldn’t care if J had. What’s your name?” Miss Tilly’s head was stretched half out of the window. “I knew it,” she cried, “Uncle ’Riah’s there, got out o’ bed to come! Oh! you asked me my name—Matilda Pearsall. What d’ you want to know for?” . The old man scribbled a few words rapidly on a piece of paper which he took out of his pocketbook. Miss Tilly was half way down the aisle before he succeeded in catching her. “My! my!” she exclaimed—“To think I never said good-by. You see I’m so worked up seein’ them twins an’ Uncle Uriah, that I don’t jest know what I’m a-doin’.” She held out a thin hand apologetically. l>Take this,” said the man, “it’s got my name on it. Take care of it.” He thrust the piece of paper into her open palm, and with a gruff ‘*Good day. ma’am,” disappeared through the door at the other end of the car. Miss Tilly deposited the paper in her recticule and entirely forgot it Later on, however, when she was sitting in the trim, little parlor in her sister's house, with the twins rummaging through her bag for the promised candy, one of them pulled out the crumpledtslip of paper, and triumphantly held it under her nose inquiring: “What’s this. Aunt Tilly?” Miss Tilly laughed, and handing it to her brother-in-law, told him the story. “It’s the pore old idjit's name, 1 suppose. You read it, Dan’l; 1 can’t make it out without puttin’ on my spectacles.” Daniel unfolded the paper, and exclaimed: “Gee whiz!” “My land, Matilda! Hey you any idee what this is?” he inquired. “Don’t tell me it’s anything wicked, Dan’l,” she cried. “It’s a check for five hundred dollars!” screamed his wife,, looking over her > husband’s shoulder. “An’ it’s signed William K Moore, an’ he’s the richest man in the county, an’ as queer as Dick’s hatband. ” “It ain’t possible,” exclaimed Miss Tilly, “ that that pore old scarecrow had ten cents more’n he needed, let alone givin’ away.” But she believed it next day when Daniel brought back five hundred crisp dollar bills from the bank and threw them in her lap. “I suppose now you’ll be puttin’ on airs,” remarked Phoebe Ann. “1 guess not, sister,” replied Miss Tilly,putting her cap straight, and looking thoughtful, “but I bet there’ll be a pore old horse eatin’ his head off in my riverside medder before him and me’s ten weeks older.” —Men fear death as unques tionably the greatest evil, and yet no man knows that it may not be the greatest good.—W. Milford. —Charlemagne endea vored to stimulate the furriers* trade by wearing costumes made of sheepskin, but the fashion did not take,

I COXEYISM AND M’KINLEYISM. Th« Protection Policy Carried to Its Lo(tcsl Conclusion. The secretary of the American protective tariff league writes to the World protesting against the league’s being held responsible in any wise for the Coxeyite “armies.” Jt is probable that we were mistaken in naming the league as the specific source from which the Coxeyites were receiving aid. Nevertheless, a week ago there were unmistakable signs that the protectionists were lending the movement aid and encouragement of a substantial character; just as there are signs now that they dropped it when public attention was called to ihe earmarks1 of partisan manipulation. I And in spite of protests and disclaimers nothing is more obvious than that McKinleyism and Coxeyism stand in the relationship of cause and efleck For twenty years the protectionists have taught by speeches in congress and on the stump and through their party press that when anything goes wrong with business, or even with any particular industry, congress should be called upon to set things right. Their ‘■doctrine, put forward on all occasions, has been and is that laws make prosperity or bring disaster, and that the remedy for industrial disasters is more laws or changed laws. In what does this differ from Coxeyism? The Coxeyites are in distress. They claim to be willing to work but unable to obtain work, and to represent millions who are suffering privation by reason of this condition of things. They follow the teachings they have heard for years and turn ttrWashington for help. They ask congress to pass laws w-hich they claim will bring relief. Even their plan of presenting “a petition in boots” is borrowed from the McKinleyites. How many times during the last dozen or twenty years have the capitol and Washington swarmed with people who had gone there to ask congress to pass laws or to levy taxes for their special benefit? How long is JLa since the protectionist spellbinders and newspapers were shrieking in chorus because the democrats of house and senate refused td give “hearings” to bands of people from all parts of the country who insisted upon telling congress what kind of laws and taxes they wanted for their own benefit? Does the fact that the McKinleyites had the money (or had it put up for them) to go to Washington in passenger coaches give them any rights not possessed by the Coxeyites, who for lack of money must walk or steal rides on freight trains? The plain truth is that Coxeyism is simply McKinleyism reduced to an absurdity by being carried to its logical conclusion. And thougn a burlesque in its present phase it will have one gOod effect We shall hear less hereafter of congress and congress-made laws as the remedy for industrial troubles and trade depression. We shall see an end made of those “petitions in boots” which the palace car Coxeyites have been thrusting upon congress year in and year out We shall see the honest American doctrine of self help put in practice more and more. Blindly and unconsciously, with but a nebulous idea of what he is doing, the grotesque Coxey is a great reformer. His absurd “army” will be turned into a circus sideshow at twenty-five cents admission and then melt away into the police station, almshouses and casual freight trains. But be has taught a lesson that will not-be forgotten. He has opened our eyes to the extent to which our social structure has been undermined. He has set men to thinking, and as the first and surest result of that thinking a halt will be called upon that form of state socialism known as McKinleyism.—N. Y. World.

M’KINLEYISM IN OHIO. An Indication That Tariff Reform la Still In Demand. It is natural, perhaps, that the republican press should endeavor to belittle the democratic victory iu the congressional election in McKinley’s old district in Ohio, but the very effort they make in that behalf shows that they appreciate the full significance of the victory. They may well do so. There has been a good deal of chatter in the organs of the party about “reaction in public sentiment” concerning the McKinley tariff and a good deal of exultation over republican victories here and there, but it is worthy of note that this election is the first that has been held since the revolution in 1S92, in which the McKinley issue was fairly and squarely raised. •The followers of McKinley realized this and made extraordinary efforts to carry the district which he himself carried in the gubernatorial eleetiofi by a majority of nearly six hundred. They had in their favor the hard times, the dissatisfaction so widespread over the delay in passing the tariff reform measure, the help of the American Protective association and the customary “off year” indifference. But with all these advantages they were beaten by substantially the same majority which the democratic candidate, had in 1399. No wonder the republican organs are whistling to keep their courage up, for so long as the country clings to tariff reform when tariff reform is in issue the carrying of a few municipal or even state elections for the g. o. p. on other issues will be of small avail. The value of the election to the democracy is in the indication it affords that the alleged “reaction” has not reacted and that the people have not yet abandoned their hope of tariff reform or their intention to secure it.—Detroit Free Press. — -If ex-President Harrison is so violently opposed to gerrymanders he should give a little attention and advice to the republican members of the Ohio legislature. These statesmen are now considering a bill to gerrymander the judicial districts of Ohio so that it will take 31,700 democratic votes to elect a democratic judge, while C.50J votes will elevate a republican to tue bench.—N, Y. World. _ -McKinleyism and Coxevisnl are but twin offsprings of thirty years of republican legislation. -N. Y. World.

TO REFORM THE TARIFF, ' Ill-Advised Methods tor Securing Desired Legislation. Because the democracy, undertaking ■ the work of tariff reform, has no*, acted as quickly or done all that was ex* pectedof it, it would be footish in the extreme for those who voted for its candidates to go over to the party that is absolutely opposed to tariff reform. When, thirty-three years afro, the republican party gained control of the national government, it went into office pledged to the enforcement of the principles promulgated in the declaration of independence and embodied in the federal constitution, that “all men are created equal and are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights, among which are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.” This and other pledges made of the party an anti-slavery organization, and yet it will be remembered that, in spite of the war which the slave-owners waged against the government, there were not a few anti-slavery men in our northern states, and particularly in New England, who believed that the , republican party was not fulfilling its pledges, and wno did not hesitate to de nounee what they termed its weak i subserviency to jthe slave power. In fact, there were , in the early days of the war leaders in the party who were j held up to condemnation, in the same way that ilili, Gorman and others are held up to-day, as traitors to the party’s j cause. But if, to rebuke this delay in ; the accomplishment of a great reform, ; these anti-slavery men had enlisted in i the confederate armv or had by aid and ; advice done what they could to secure the maintenance of the great crime of negro slavery, they would have been acting in no way different from those who would reform the tariff, but who, because this reform has been delayed, feel justified in voting for the supporters of McKinleyism. The true way is rather to defeat those in the democratic party who have proved recreant to their trust, than de- j feat the principle which the democratic party has pledged itself^ to embody in our laws. Undoubtedly the action of the Minnesota democrats, the Iroquois club of Chicago and other like organizations has been of value in making it apparent at Washington that betrayals j of trust in this matter cannot be covered by fulsome professions of general I political allegiance, and, no doubt, if the state committees and democratic : clubs generally were to adopt a similar I course the result would be advanta geous.—Boston Herald (Ind.). NAPOLEON M’KINLEY. Indications That the Tiuael Emperor”! Waterloo Is at Band. It has become fashionable in politics, finance and trade to hail any man who is phenomenally successful as a Napo- j leon. The man who accepts the title should not forget that the history of Napoleon which does not include Waterloo is uot complete. It looks now as if 'the young Napoleon McKinley might reach his Waterloo sooner thau even his opponents predicted. His administration of affairs in Ohio is overcast He has failed to j meet the expectations of his friends. There are ugly rumors, and what recently were surmises only have now become facts. There are irregularities and shortages and scandals in his administration, scaree threp years old. There are accusations and crimination and recrimination. There are attempted ex- ! planations which only confound. And in the midst of the confusion ; Gov. McKinley seeks to divert attention by going hither and yon, mounted in his old armor, and rallying wherever ; he can his party followers to follow his i plume, and his eyes turn to the white house. Meanwhile he leaves his own ; capital behind, about which there is an i uglier growth, and around which there j are mere scandals thau were ever be- j fore known in the history of Ohio. If some of those who are fond ol calling the governor a Napoleon would j read the history of the Corsician emperor, they might find some similarity ! between sections of the latter’s history ! and the governor of Ohio as he appears j to-day. When Napoleon realized the j unrest of his own capital he sought to j divert it by invading another. Gov. i McKinley knows what he has brought upon Ohio, and he turns toward the administration at Washington and rail a at it and tells the people what would be the difference if he were pres Ident— Chicago Herald.

POINIONS AND POINTEKS. -How is this? Some weeks ago Mr. Harrison was telling the young men of California not to seek office, but to let the office seek them. Perhaps ! different conditions prevail in Indiana. —Kansas City Star. & -The protected sheep of Wyoming are now sheared by steam. The human sheep who were promised the same protection, and given it about as : effectively, arc still sheared by the old, smarting, extortionate methods of heavy-handed monopoly.-^Kansas City Times. -There is a republican chorus to the effect that as congress is sure to pass a tariff bill of some sort, the sooner it is done the better. As an admission that the sooner the McKinley law is repealed the belter for the country, it brings the republicans up to 0 where the democrats have been for over three years.—St. Louis Republic, j -Republican protection organs ' which a few months ago were proclaim- j ing that the troubles of»the country | were due solely to uncertainty^gbojit the tariff are now insisting that iMefi- ! nite delay in acting upon the tariff bill . can do no harm, and are demanding j that the republicans in the senate do i all they can to prolong that delay.— Louisville Courier-Journal. # --When the McKinley^act was passed with its fhe cents a dozen duty on eggs, the farmer was told by republican campaign speakers that he would now receive a greater price than ever before for the eggs he brought to market and that the price would be maintained. Instead of the five cents tariff keeping up the price of eggs the price is lower tcnlay than it was at any time before the McKinley bill became a law.—Owego Gazette

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