Pike County Democrat, Volume 25, Number 7, Petersburg, Pike County, 29 June 1894 — Page 3

STlit piu CountfJjcmocrat U- McC. STOOPS, Editor and Proprietor.FETERSBU KG, - - INDIANA. RACIAL SUPREMACY.As Demonstrated by the White Dog of a Black Man. In the midst oia busy city thoroughfare two dogs came by chance together i and fought. One was the dog of a •white man and the other the dog of a black man, and, strange to spy, the ■white man’s dog was black, and the black man's dog was white. The dogs were evenly matched as to size and both seemed to be courageous and in the humor for fighting. The moment they caught sight of each other they fl^w together as if impeled by an ancient grudge that they had been nurs<ing studiously for the meeting. When the battle began the dogs had the street pretty much to themselves, but in a few moments there was a surging, struggling mass of humanity around them, blocking up business traffic and for the time causing the suspension of all interest in everything beyond the outcome of the battle. At first the white man’s black dog was in the ascendent, but that was before the black man’s white dog had gotten his fiery Ethiopian temper thoroughly mussed up; then the.aspect of the struggle underwent an abrupt and decided change, and the white man’s black dog was given a few points

on jawwork sucn as ne naa never drearnt of; in the whole of his canine career. Dog-hair and canine profanity filled the air for about five minutes, when the glimmer of a policeman’s star in the distance caused a speedy cessation of hostilities. The owners of the struggling dogs grabbed their respective racial representatives, and “clawed off”' as it were, until the bluecoated preserver of the peace had dispersed the dissatisfied crowd and passed majestically on his triumphal orbit. Then ethere was a short but strong seance between the owners of the canine con- , testa nts, in which each strove to establish the supremacy of his race in the respect of dog ownership, some of the salient points of the ardurous argument - being in the following vein : “Yuh think that dawg o’ yourn's a fight ah, does yah! well fo’ th’ la\V! I nevah seen nuthin’ so easy bcfo.’ My, he’s nuthin’ but meat fo’ my dawg!” “He isn’t, hey! Well you just give mv dog a fair chance and he’ll eat your cur up, hair, hide and claws, he will!” “Well heah’s mah money, white man!” exclaimed the descendant of Ham, producing a rotund wad of onedollar bills from his uproarious pantaloons. (He was plainly a sporting blood and his taste for clothing was correspondingly louud.) “Head's mah dough!” he reiterated, conspicuously flaunting his adult roll of infantile banknotes in the face of his antagonist. “Jes’ yuh let ’em mix up agin an’ I’ll ,lay yuh ten to one yo dawg be nuthin’ but fish bait in five minutes!” „ The white man looked the unutterable things he felt like saying, but didn't J|eept the black man’s ostentatious roposition. He silently turned away, olding his dog by the collar, a precaution which was entirely unnecessary, judging from the frantic efforts of the animal to quit the society of his superior in the dogly art of earchewing, and as he disappeared down the street his ears wAe outraged by the brawny boasting ■of the blatant black map, who leered contemptuously as he mouthed: “Nigga dawg win,.eh? Why wouldn’t he win! D’yuh evah see a white man's dawg what was any ’count? Huh! Go ’way white man! With that he pompously struttqjj off with the air of a predominant peafowl on parade, his victorious white dog at his heels.—Frank B. Welch, in Banner of Gold.

CHICAGO’S THREE WINDS. The Coming of Spring to the Metropolis of the West. Chicago has three winds that blow •upon it. One comes from the east, and the mind goes out to the cold gray-blue lake. One from the north, and men think of illimitable spaces of pine lands and maple-clad ridges which lead to the ■unknown deeps of the arctic woods. But the third is the west or southwest wind, dry, magnetic, full of smell of unmeasured miles of growing grain in summer, or ripening corn and Avheat in autumn, When it comes in winter the air glitters with incredible brilliancy. The snow dazzles and flames in the eyes; deep blue shadows everywhere stream like stains bf ink. Sleigh-bells wrangle from early morning till late at night, and every step is quick and alert. But its greatest moment of domination is spring. The bitter gray wind of the east has held unchecked rule for days, giving place to its brother the north wind only at intervals, till some day in March the wind of the southwest begins to blow. Then the eaves begin to drip. Here and there a fowl (in a house that is really a prison) begins to sing the song it sang qn the farm, and toward noon its song becomes a chant of articulate joy. - Then the poor crawl out of their reeking hovels on the south and west sides to stand in the sun—the blessed sun—and felicitate themselveson being alive. Windows of sick-rooms are opened, the merry small boy goes to school without his tippet, and men lay off their long ulsters for their beaver ■coats. Caps give place to hats, and men and women pause to chat when they meet each other on the street. The open'doors is the sign of the great change of wind.—Hamlin Garland, in Harper’s Magazine. —The other day a little boy, deshribing his black and white cat which was in the other room, said: “We have a cat out there that is a Holstein.” I --- ’ —The people most envied are fre •quently among the most wretched. — Barn’s Horn. ~ \ —Shame may restrain what law doee .not nrohibit.—Seneca.

HEBE ain’t much patriotism left in these here modern days, Leastwise it doesn’t show itself with all its oldtime blaze.

There’s twice as many people now os when I was a lad, ’Nd not a half as many flag's a-floatin’ as we had; *Nd on the streets there's no parades one-tenth as fine as we, When we was boys, was wont to come down here to town to see. Why, In them days July the third was hardly more than done Before the boys was out o’ bed to fire the signal-gun; 'Nd all the time that passed from that ontll the day was o’er » You’d talk and couldn't hear yourself; the boomin' and the roar O' cannons stuffed with powder ’til you'd think the things would bust Was slch it even coaxed the rain to come and lay the dust.

Upon the village green the boys would gather just at noon: The village band would wrastle with some patriotic tune: ’Nd then the declaration by the men that made us free The justice of the peace would read straight through from A to Z; And then some clever man that could nse language just a bit, r" Be'd take the stand and tell us all the good that came of it. When this was done, the minister would read j some piece of verse. And then invoke a bless in’ and request us to disperse. Them exercises over, we would have a barbecue— The gals all dressed in Sunday best, and all the fellers tbo; •Nd when the night came over all, we d set off colored lights •Nd wheels ’ftd bombs in honor of the men as gave us rights. But now the Fourth it ain’t the same as ’twas in days of yore, . The boys all say they've heard the declaration “read before.” They do not care for lofty speech—“high-sound-ing phrases’’—and They git more chills from cooling drinks than from the village band; ’Nd in the cities boys with squibs is guilty of a sin That warrants cops from over-seas in runnin’ of ’em in. “Spread-eagle gab” is what they call the talk of olden times, ’Nd patriotic poetry is only “fudge and rhymes.” I’m sorry for to see it so. It sort o' makes me fear There's much more Tory blood about than we have need for here; But, after all, I'm satisfied if these folks git too fly. They’ll find the true American to-day is pretty spry. There never was a time in all our country’s history, J As I have read it, and I’ve read it mighty thoroughly, When one good healthy straight-out man—the sort as loves his land— Warn’t able sittin’ down to lick ten tories with one hand. And even if tjtere ain't much show in patriotic ways, Ml bet this country’s bound to last forever and some days. —John Kendrick Bangs, in Harper’s Weekly.

[Original.] E HAD just 'eaten supper at Frank Eberhard’s ranch on the Rio Bonito, in New Mexico, and were seated" on the veranda which ran in front of the low adobe ranch house, enjoying a smoke and a chat. At the table I had been greatly impressed with the rare beauty and modest demeanor of Eberhard’s young Mexican wife. It seemed strange that she, yet but little more than a child, and of a race regarded by western people as inferior in the social scale to the whiter-skinned Americanos, should be the mistress of the greatest ranch and the wife of the most wealthy cattle king in all that region. She had not taken a prominent part in our conversation at the table, her knowledge of the English language being somewhat limited, yet when she did venture a remark or respond to an inquiry I could n<?t but note the soft music.of her voice, and when at some witty remark she joined in our laughter the room seemed filled with ripples of silvery sound. , As Eberhard and myself sat on the veranda enjoying qur cigars and the delightful cxtlness which always follows as a sort of an apology for the heat of a New Mexican summer day, I said to him: “I was not aware until this evening, Frank, that you had married a Mexican girl. Could you not find one of your own race good enough for you?” He smiled good-naturedly, and, knocking the ashes from his cigar, replied: “Plenty of them, no doubt, but I never felt in a marrying mood until I fell captive to Marita’s dark eyes. There is a bit of romance connected with our marriage, and I don’t mind telling you the story if you care to listen. “You are no doubt aware of the fact that by my father’s death in Denver, a few years ago, I inherited a very comfortable fortune. I tried to fill his place in the business world for a time, but somehow I alwSkTS seemed otit of my

' { element in busy city life, and the desire grew upon me to secure a great ranch and establish myself in a more quiet life. “Nearly three years ago I severed the last business bond, and started out to seek for such a ranch as my day dreams bad pictured. I looked all over Arizona and northern Texas, and finally drifted up to Las Cruces, on the Rio Grande. I reached that town on the third day of July, and found the people in a flutter of excitement over the celebration of the following day. There were to be races and other sports so dear to the western heart, and men of gambling disposition were backing their favorites with a reckless liberal^ ity characteristic of the far west. “I soon learned that the greater interest centered in a foot race which was to take place between three young girls, an American, a Mexican and an Indian who had won several such contests in the towns further north and who had been brought down to enter the contest by sporting members of her tribe. The American girl was the daughter of a bullying fellow named Matt Parker, who ran a saloon and whose reputation was not exactly that of a saint. I was told by a merchant friend, a gentleman with whom my house had long sustained the most agreeable business, relations, that during our civil war Parker was one of Quantrell’s band of cut-throat guerrillas, took a prominent part in the sack- ‘

eyes, and ner voice trembled as she re* plied to the half angry words of those abont her. “A great big fine-looking cowboy stood near me, (there he is now out by the branding chute, God bless him— Big Tom, my foreman, and he will be my foreman as long as I run a ranch), and turning to him I asked the trouble. He understood the Mexicaii tongue, and with a somewhat dangerous light in his eyes he replied: “ ‘Some o’ Matt Parker’s sneakin’ dogs have been a threatenin’ the gal, an’ have got her so skeered up she’s afraid to run. There’s crooked work a-goin’ on here, an’ if I wasn’t afraid it’d bring on a row an’ that somebody that didn’t desarve it ’d git hurt I’d pull my gun an’ claim fair play if I got xtowned fur it.’ \iThe horse and donkey races were soon'*over, and Parker’s winnings were so afnall that ha was in a decidedly humor. The girls were then called to the scratch for the foot race. By this time I had become deeply interested in the contest, and I want to to say right here, Jack, that it has airways been my nature to take the part of the under dog in the fight, no matter what odds may be against:: it. I felt my whole soul go out in sympathy to that frightened little Mexican jewel, and when I heard Parker and his followers decrying her sprinting merits and doing all they could to create a feeling against her and so em

SHE STUMBLED AND FELL ON HER HANDS AND KNEES.

fug of Lawrence, Kan., and often boasted of his deeds of murder while a member of that organization. Unlike the very large majority of regularly enlisted confederate soldiers who accepted defeat, and who are now on terms of ; brotherly friendship with their late foes and are unswerving in their devotion to the grand old flag' of oor fathers, he was yet an uncompromising rebel and would use the stars and stripes as a dishcloth rather than allow them to float over feis house. After the war he engaged in the horse and^ cattle stealing business, smuggled whisky onto the Indian reservation, and rumor linked his name with a daring stage robbery down in Texas in the early 70’s. He held no regard for the Fourth of July as a patriotic holiday,’ and took part in arranging the festivities of the day only for what he could make out of them by staking money on the various races. The foot race between the girls was an idea originated by himself, for he believed that the bluffers and thugs who hung about his place, drank his aguardiente and bowed to his will in everything, could by some skulduggery retard the progress of the other two contestants and allow his girl to win the race, and himself to win the heavy stakes which would be placed upon the result of the contest. “I learned, too, that there were grave suspicions.that the Indian girl and her people had been ‘fixed’ with cash, and that she would purposely drop behind, leaving but the Mexican and American girls as the real contestants. The backers of the Mexican girl were mostly from among her own people, though a few Americans had backed their belief that she would win with pretty heavy stakes. However, the friends of the Montezuman fairy were largely in the minority, and greatly feared there would be foul play which they would be unable to

prevent.“1 went to the grounds the following afternoon with no intention to take any part in the festivities except as an onlooker. The track was a straight one, half a mile long, just outside the town, and when I reached it I found a great crowd assembled there, Mexicans, cowboys, Indians and the entire American population of the town, at that time small. Matt Parker was there, flourishing a roll of greenbacks and loudly soliciting bets on the horse races, but more particularly challenging anyone to post money against his girl in the foot race. “Noting a crowd collecting near by where I stood I stepped forward through curiosity to see what was attracting it and learned that the Mexican girl was there with har friends, who seemed to be expostulating with her. When I had elbowed my way through the motley crowd near to her, I could not but stare in amazement. I had expected to see a rough-looking, dark-skinned, illy clad girl such as we so often see in the Mexican towns, but instead I found her a rarely beautiful young creature with large tender eyes, and evidently of a very timid disposition. There were tears in her pretty

barrass her that she could not run as she would under more favorable circumstances, I felt the Old Nick spirit that’s in me struggling to the surface. - “The girls came onto the track, the Parker girl an ill-looking, ungainly creature, brazen and defiant, the Mexican timid and casting appealing glances into the faces of the great crowd, and the Indian maiden quite unconcerned and seemingly without interest in the contest. The Parker girl was dressed in a skirt of flaming red, scarcely reaching her knees, and beneath it wore white stockings and a pair of gaudily ornamented dancing slippers. Marita, the Mexican, was clad in plain gray of neat and modest cut, and was barefooted. The Indian girl, after she had thrown off her blanket, wore but little more than the look of unconcern which I have described. The distance to be run was two hundred yards, and there were to be three heats should two not be won by one contestant, the party distanced in the first heat to drop out and leave the other two to finish the race. “At the usual western signal, the crack of a pistol, they were off, and for quite a distance it was ‘neck and neck,’ and then Marita took the lead. The Indian girl, as I could now see, by a preconcerted arrangement was several yards in vthe rear. On they came, Marita with a half-scared look of triumph on her face; the Parker girl wearing an ugly frown and straining every muscle to overtake her. When but a few yards from the outcome a heavy cowboy sombrero sailed out of the crowd, and Marita’s feet struck against it. She stumbled, fell on her hands and knees, and although she had but a moment later regained her feet the Parker girl had passed her and won the heat.

Tne earner crowc yeuea memsexyes hoarse and old Matt caught his girl and hugged her to his breast. A hideous toad hugging a no less hideous snake. I can think of no better simile. The cry of fraud was raised by the backers of the Mexican girl, but the cowboy swore that his hat had blown off by accident, and the bullying majority ruled that it was a square heat. I walked, down to where Marita was Btanding, and such a change I never saw. Her Spanish blood was thoroughly aroused, her great lustrous eyes flashed defiance at the crowd, and, as the big cowboy who had remained near me informed me, she had seen the man purposely throw the hat and was denouncing sueh rascality, and was offering to give the American girl ten feet the start in the coming heats if assured of fair play. “I could control myself no longer. Calling loudly for attention I attracted the crowd around me, and in my indignation said: “ ‘Men, I am ashamed of you! You claim to be American citizens who love fair play; you are celebrating the proudest day in American history, yet you lend encouragement to an act whidv should cause any honest man to blush with shame!’ “ ‘Who are you’’ 'a dozen voices yelled.

“T am an Amerioan, and I assart yon I have nothing1 but disgust for those in this crowd who are disgracing that name. I came among yon seeking a home, came with a desire to help build up your business interests, bat I’d rather locate in a nest, of rattlesnakes than among men who would plot against a young, defenseless girl. Now, I am worth half a million dollars, your merchants here will tell you that my checks are good for any amount, and 1 will bet any man in this crowd five thousand to one hundred dollars that the Mexican girl will win the next two heats, for I am going to see fair play, and I believe there are enough honest Americans and natives here to back me in doing so.’ “ ‘You-bet-your-life-thar’-is!’ big Tom yelled. “The curs that's a backin’ ol’ Matt Parker are cowards, an’ every square cowboy in the crowd will stay with you, stranger. Won’t you, boys?’ “Tom seemed to be a great favorite, for af his words a ringing cheer werft up and a hundred voices y€lled for a square deal. Marita ran to me, and, taking my hand, said in her cute broken English: “ ‘0, senor, I t’ank you. You good man. You mucho bueno Americano. Me win. Me win. Bad man Parker he no laugh some more. Mucho gracias, mia amigo.’ “I assured her that she should have fair play, and that if her enemies desired to place any more lAoney on their brazen favorite I would meet every wager. “ ‘I will back you for all I am worth,’ I said to her, ‘for I know you can wip.’ • “It was a wild, foolish assertion, but I was thoroughly aroused, and was determined to down the Parker faction even should I meet with defeat by their rascality and lose heavily. But no one evinced the least desire to accept my challenge. Parker came to where I was standing in a crowd of cowboys who were assuring me that they would stay with me and said angrily:

“ ‘Lookee here, old man, I don t Sthat .you’ve got any business to [ere with our celebration, seem’ on’t belong here. You’d better pull in an’ ride a little slower, fur yer a gittin’ onto dangerous ground.? “Big Tom laid a heavy hand on the bully’s shoulder,'and in alow but determined voice said: “ ‘He’s not headed towards no bog^as I kin see, Matt Parker, an’he’s a goin’ to hold his gait. ’Stead o’ pullin’ in On the reins, he’ll work his spurs an’ keep a hittin’ the ground in his own way* This are the Fo’th o’ July an’ we’re square American citizens, an’ fair play’s the fust rule o’ patriotism wherever that yonder flag is a flirtin’ in the air. The race is goin’ on an’ it’s a goin’ on squar’, an’ I’ll hop onto the trail o’ the fust sneakin’ coyote that interferes with the Mexican gal an’ run him down, an’ if you or any o’ yer pizen whisky suckers happens to git in the way thar’s a goin’ to be a purification in this community. Eh, boys?’ “A cheer was the reply, and the bully saw that a champion having arisen on the other side his power was gone. He realized that if his girl won the race she must do it fairly, and trembling with rage and with fear that he would lose the money he had wagered he went to his scowling . offspring and offered her clothes fit for a princess if she would put forth her very best efforts £fnd win another heat. “I need not dwell on the result. Marita won the two remaining heats easily, and when she came to me with her beautiful face aglow with smiles of triumph and gratitude, her expressive eyes done some effective work in my susceptible breast. “The crowd called on me for a speech, nor would it be silenced until I had mounted a goods box rolled to me to be used as a platform. It was no new business for me, Jack, for I was a famous debater at college and had since often taken part in political campaigns,speaking to large audiences. I warmed up after talking a few mo^ ments, and before I knew it I was reeling off a patriotic Fourth of July speech that set those people wild. Lord, how they cheered every patriotic utterance. Matt Parker stood out in the edge of the crowd and wore a sneer on his repulsive face as I talked union principles and.advocated reverence and love for our glorious old flag. After a time he seemed to become interested,

and once he clapped his hands and nodded approval as the crowd cheered some loyal sentiment. I seemed inspired, and eloquence rolled from my lips as I rained heavy blows at those who seemed not yet aware that the war was over, and that the former foemen were now friends and brothers. “The town was wild that evening, i There was no fighting or quarreling, but everyone seemed in the best of humor and determined to make that Fourth a memorable one, During the evening I sauntered away from the hotel to see what was going on. Heai> ing a loud voice raised in vociferous song in Parker’s place I approached the door and looked in. Old Matt, drunk as a lord, was standing on the end of a whisky barrel singing, or trying to sing, ‘The Star Spangled Banner,’ to an enthusiastic crowd. He caught sight of me, and springing to the floor came forward and grasped my hand and insisted that I should ‘take a drink an’ be friends.’ I told him I did not drink intoxicants, but would take a smoke with him, and he pulled me up to the bar and called on all in the house to take a ‘union drink.’ As he raised his glass aloft he cried: ‘Here’s to Yankee Doodle an’ Hail Columby, an’ long may she wave!’ It was a wild night.”, “And Marita?” I asked. “0, you know the rest. Same old story. I am yet backing her for all I’m, worth.” * <3apt. Jack Crawford, ; “The Poet Scout,’ —There are .insects which pass several years in preparatory states of existence, and finally, when perfect, live bu£ a few hours.

PROFESSIONAL CARDS. J. T. KIME, M. D.t Physician and Surgeon, PETERSBURG, IXD. 4®“Offlce in Bank building, first floor. Wil oe tound at office dayor night. GEO. B. ASHBY, ATTORNEY. AT LAW PETERSBURG, IND. Prompt Attention Given to all Businesa *3’ Office over Barrett & Son's store. Francis B. Poset. Dewitt Q. Chappem POSEY & CHAPPELL. Attorneys at Law, Petersburg, Ixd. Will practice in all the courts. Special attention given to all business. A Notary Public constantly in the office. atg*Office— On first floor Bank Building. . *• K. A. Ele. '. 8. G. Davenfort ELY & DAVENPORT,' LAWYERS, Petersburg, Ixd. AS-Offlce over J. R. Adams A .Son’s dru| store, Prompt attention given to all business. ••• . T E. P. Richardson. A. H. Tatlob Richardson & taylor, Attorneys at Law, Petersburg,* Ixd. Prompt attention given to all business. A Notary Public constantly in the office. Office in Carpenter Building, Eighth and ”Air>. DENTISTRY. W, H. STONECIPHER,

Surgeon Dentist, PETERSBURG, IND. Office in roouia6 and 7 in Carpenter Build Ing. Operations first-class. All work warranted. Anaesthetics used for painless extraction of teeth. NELSON STONE, D. V. S., PETERSBURG, IND. Owing to long practice and the possession of t fine library and case of instruments, Mr. Stone is well prepared to treat all Diseases of Horses and Cattle SUCCESSFULLY. He also keeps on hand a stock of Condition Pow* tiers and Liniment, which he sells at reasonable prices. ' Office Over J. B. Young & Co.’s Store.

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