Pike County Democrat, Volume 25, Number 9, Petersburg, Pike County, 13 July 1894 — Page 3

M- McG. STOOPS, Editor and ProprietorPETERSBURG. - - INDIANA.

9 r [Copyright, ISM, by the Author.] IIANK you so fch, daddy ir, to r this ;e bouquet; u couldn’t have chosen one I liked better.” “Then that is

all right, little one. and Iren, rarquhar stooped down and kissed his daughter on her forehead. “Sweet mignonette,” murmured the girl, burying her face in the fragrant green depths. “How do you like my frock, dad?” she went on, suddenly changing her tone. “Don’t I look grown up?” and Dulce Farquhar turned slowly round on the fender stool to show her braveries. “You look charming, my little girl,” replied her father, “and I hope you ■will thoroughly enjoy your coming-out ball, but that, I think, you are sure to do, and now, if you are ready, we will go across to the ballroom, as I see your mother is in the hall, waiting for us.” Then, hand in hand, they went out, the tall, soldierly old man and his little seventeen-year-old daughter Dulce, In whose honor this ball was being given by her father, the general commanding the district. “Miss Dulce, may I introduce a young fellow of ours to you?” The speaker was a gray-headed colonel who had known Dulce ever since she was a baby. “Yes, certainly, Col. Moore; I have ■one dance left which I will'give to your friend to please you, at least, that is to say, if he asks me for a dance,” she added, with a blush. “No fear of that, my dear,” gallantly responded her old friend. “I want you to be kind to him; poor fellow, he is very much in the blues, and I had great difficulty in persuading him to ■come to-night, but I wouldn’t let him remain at home moping, so I came tj^e •colonel over him. off parade for once, •and insisted on his accompanying me. There he is leaning, against the door post, looking as black as thunder, i’ll bring him over to yon.” She watched Col. Moore go up to him and tap him on the shoulder, and she saw his look of evident annoyance when the colonel spoke to him, then they turned and walked toward her, the young man looking as if he hated everybody and everything. The next moment. Col. Moore, having introduced them, left them. “May l have the pleasure of a dance, Miss Farquhar?” said the young man. Dulce did not answer for a moment. 43he had always been a favorite with ■

“MAT I HAVE A DANCE?” •everyone who knew her, and this young- man's evident annoyance in having- to ask her for a dance hurt her; she felt crushed and humiliated, and yet indignant. Not getting an answer at once, Terence Fuller, for that -was his name, looked up, to see a pair •of wonderful star-like eyes looking at him in mute reproach and wonder. He flushed hotly, and said: “I beg your pardon, Miss Farquhar: the fact is, 1 am not myself to-night. I hardly knoir what I am doing. But please forgive me;” this very humbly, and with a complete change of voice and feature. “And may I have a dance?” “Just as you like. If you really do not wish to dance don’t let this worry you, I will let you off,” and bowing with a haughty gesture she was about to pass on when he hurriedly interposed with: “Indeed, indeed, Miss Farquhar, •please don’t do that. I would not do ■'anything to disDlease you for worlds; but do forgive me and give me a dance. 1 shall be dreadfully unhappy if you 'Won’t ” Looking steadily at him for a moment Dulce saw by the evident distress in his face that he meant what he said. “Then 1 will,” she said, her face suddenly lighting up with one of her rare, sweet smiles. His face eaught the reflection, and the ugly look of discontent vanished before it, and then Dulce’s partner for that dance came ■and claimed her, and Terence Fuller was left standing alone, with the feeling that suddenly all the light had vanished. He watched her graceful little form as she waltzed in perfect time to the music, and the bright, jradiant happiness in her face appealed -ptrangely to him. She was no beauty, only there was a something about her that made hers a very attractive face. 'The large violet star-like eyes looked out from a soul whose purity made itself evident in every expression of her faoe. Something of this sort passed through Terence Fuller's mind as he Stood intently watching her, and she, Os she passed with her partner, gave

him a nod and a smile which showed her to be the unspoiled child that she was. Terence feD his heart leap violently at her bright recognition of him, and found himself longing for the one dance that he was to have with her. At last, after what seemed to Him interminable hours, that dance i came, and with quickly beating pulses he sought her opt and found her. h^Will you like to dance this. Miss Farquhar, or will we sit out somewhere in the cool?" “I think we will sit it out. The conservatory is the best place. Mother and I arranged it ourselves, so 1 know it has been done with an eye to comfort.” Then, having seated themselves in a shady corner of the conservatory, a silence fell upon them, the spell of which neither seemed able to break. At last, with an effort, Dulce said: “Why are we so silent, I wonder? Do say something, please.” “That makes it very difficult. I was silent because I was thinking how glad I am that the colonel overruled me and brought me here to-night.” “That is one of the things one would rather have expressed otherwise, Mr. Fuller,” answered Dulce, with a bright laugh, “seeing that this is my own dance.” “I beg your pardon. I really didn’t mean it at all rudely, but you must think me a bear. That is the second time I have been rude to you this even? ing. What an oaf you must think me.” i “No. 1 don’t think anything of the sort. But why didn’t you want to come this evening? Don’t you like dances?” “I used to, but it’s different now, people don’t care to receive me.” “I don’t understand you, Mr. Fuller. Why shouldn’t people be as glad to receive you nowr as they used to be?” “Because”—and here he paused for a moment, and his face drew dark and stern as he said the next words—“because my father is now undergoing twelve years’ sentence for forgery, and a convict’s son is hardly a desirable acquaintance.” “I am so sorry for you, but you must have some friends who are not all curs.” “I have ho friends, and there won't be a single person who will miss me when I leave England next week,” and he laughed bitterly. “I don’t know.” he went on, “why I should be bothering you with my troubles, Miss Farquhar; let us change the conversation.” But Dulce disregarded the latter part of his speech. “Are, you. leaving England next week? I am so sorry, because,” and here her voice faltered, “because you seem so unhappy, and there seems no one to help you. Must you go?” “I have been asked to exchange by the other fellows in my regiment, so you see I must; but it really doesn’t matter,” with an attempt at speaking lightly, “as no one will miss me, or give so much as a passing thought to me.” k “Would you be happier if you thought that there was some one, even if it was only one person, who would miss you and think of you after you have gone?” “Would I be happier? Yes, indeed I should; but you see it’s no good thinking about it, for there is no one answering to that description.” “Yes, there is, for I shall always think of you,” a^d Dulce put her hand on his arm in a tender, almost protecting way. “You need never think you lire forgotten now, for 1 shall ask God to bless and keep you every day of my life; it must be so awful, to be uncared for, I have so many to love me,” and the tears of sympathy welled up into her eyes, and the great power of love that was in her nature shone visibly in her tears. Terence J^fted^h^r'hand reverently to his lips, hisKeart was too full for speech. Recovering himself, however, he said: “God bless you for that; I used to think there was no God, but you have taught ngf to believe in Him again. I know now what is meant by ‘God’s own charity,’ and you havf taught me.”

There was silence between them for some seconds, then Terence turning towards her said: “When I am gone may I not have something to remember you by, not that I could ever forget you, but something for a keepsake,” the mignonette in the bouquet lying in Dulce’s lap filled the warm air with its sweet scent. “Give me a little piece of this mignonette, will you; it will remind me that you have promised to pray for me.” Taking a piece of the mignonette from the bouquet, Dulce handed it to him. “I shall always wear this as my talisman,” he said. “And remember, you must never say again that no one thinks of you, or cares foir you, for I do both, and this is actually the first time we have ever seen each other, and I feel as if I had known you for years. Isn’t that funny?” and Dulce laughed brightly as she said the words. “It was your ready sympathy that has made us friends, and we will always be friends, won’t we? When I’m in India, would yon sometimes write to me. | Your letters would help me to keep all the good resolutions I have made this evening. You can have no idea how rudderless a man feels who has no good woman to interest herself in him, and I have no mother or sister.” “if any letter of mine will be a help and comfort you, of course I will write, and I will send you a piece of mignonette each time to remind you of your compact.” _ “Thank yon for that; you can have no idea how happy I feel now. The colonel told me that his, little friend Dulce would make even a con • demned criminal cheerful, and I believe him, for I felt quite as miserable as any condemned criminal a couple of hours ago, and now—” here he checked himself, then added hastily: “I am anything but miserable.” The music from the adjoining ballroom then warned them that they must stay no longer, so Duloe, rising, held out her hand and said: “Before we go back, I am going to ask you to ■hake hands with me and say that we s

will always, always, whatever hap* pens, be good friends.** A few days later Terence Fuller called to say good-by, but Dulce and her father were out. Just as he was leaving he said to Mrs. Farquhar: T have taken a great liberty, Mrs. Farquhar, but I have asked your daughter if she would write to me sometimes when I’m in India. Will you let her?” Mrs. Farquhar looked puzzled how to reply, then she said: “I certainly think it rather a strange request, Mr. Fuller, and I hardly know what to say, but why do you wish it?” seeing his look of utter disappointment at her words. ‘•Why do I wish it?” He repea ted the words slowly, then suddenly looking at the kind motherly faee before him: 4 • because $he is good, and I have no mother. Can you not understand?” “My poor boy,” Mrs. Farquhar replied, “I think I understand. You think my little girl will be a good influence for you. In that case she may certainly write to you. She is very ignorant as yet of the world, and consequently will not dream of it being anything out of the common in writing to you.” “I know she woai’t,*’ the young fellow put in earnestly. “And Mrs. Farquhar, may I write to you too when I’m out there?” , “By all means, my dear boy. I will be your mother, remembei*, and Dulce shall be your sister, and Dulce and I will write you all the home news every mail. Now do you feel happier in your mind, eh?” “Thank you ever so much, and indeed I do.” “Poor young fellow,” said Mrs. Farquhar taherself after he had gone. It was Hospital Sunday, about a year after Terence had left for India, and Dulce in company with her father and mother was at the garrison church. The chaplain had taken for his text the words: “Be pitiful, be courteous,” the idea of sympathy being the great alleviator of the burdens of the world. “Those who cultivate a ready sympathy with suffering of all kinds,” he said, “do more for the glory of God than in any other way, for that is the true meaning of the Christ-life: it is God's own charity, which covereth u multitude of sins. After the sermon was over, there was a hush over the vast congregation, the rough soldiers had been touched by the words of the preacher and reminded of the benefits they themselves had received from a band of self-sacri-ficing men and women who, taking upon themselves the burden of nursing the sick, illustrated in a practical way that Christ-life. Then came that most beautiful hymn for almsgiving: “Lord of Glory who hast bought us, with Thy life blood as the price.” The magnificent hymn was sung throughout with a ring of

true feeling, and when it came to the words “But oh best of all Thy graces, give us Thine own charity,” Dulce’s mind flew back to a far different scene, a scene in a conservatory, where the scent of mignonette from her own bouquet seemed to permeate everything. And she remembered the words a young fellow had spoken to her, and how she had promised to pray for him always. And then and there she thanked God for having given her the thought, and so .helped a fellow creature by her sympathy. “And God bless and keep him now and always,” she went on to pray. “Any letters from India, Dulce?” her mother asked a few days later when the mail was due. “No. mother, 1 can't understand it, this is the first time Terence has ever missed since he left. I hope he is not ill, poor boy, all alone out there.” “Here’s a treat for you, some lovely fresh flowers. The general’s wife has just sent them up for the patients." And Sister Agnes put down a bowl of most exquisite hot-house flowers by the bedside of the young subaltern who was stricken down with fever. He turned his flushed face gratefully towards them, then exclaimed: “Mign

“here's a treat FOR TOC.” onette! Is it possible! Let me have that, sister, I do not care for the others, but how did they get mignonette out here?'* “We thought you would wonder at seeing it, but the general’s wife has raised it herself from seed, on purpose for the patients. She thought it would remind them of home. ” “Remind them of home,” he repeated, still looking lovingly at the branch of mignonette in the sister’s hand. Then raising himself on his elbow he said: “She was Dulce, you know, and mignonette always reminds me of her. She wasn’t much to look at, but oh—so sweet, with such a gentle sympathy, just like the scent of mignonette, God bless her.” Then he sank back exhausted', and the sister thought he was delirious, for he kept on murmuring at intervals: “Sweet mignonette, God bless her,” while all the time he held the flowers in his hand. And that night he died, with Dulce’s name on his lips. And they found a packet of letters in a girl’s handwriting with a few sprigs of withered mignonette which Sister Agnes with her own hand* placed in his coffin. But Dulce never heard this, and wept hsr heart out, for aha thought he had iorgottem

PROTECTION ERRORS. Saaators Sherman and Frye Ought to Be Ashamed of Themselves. In his speech in the senate a few days ago, Senator Sherman, speak-ing-in behalf of the political wool glowers of Ohio, said that “many vnpnges had been made in sections of the tariff bill looking,to the protection of American industries, remarkably so in the cotton schedule. He hoped that the change would prove of great benefit to the southern states, by enabling them to convert their cotton into cloth.’’ Now there has been, as the senator says, a very material change made in the schedule referred to, but his effort to associate this with the southern states is on a par with the effort of sonje of our northeastern writers and speakers, who claim that the south is getting all the protection in the proposed tariff bill, while the rest of the country is being ignored. The cotton schedule, as framed, was framed almost distinctly in the interest of New England. The reason for this change in the direction of protection was that during the last few years we have been spinning in this country cotton yarns of high counts,or, in other words, of a fine quality, and it is held that we cannot compete successfully with the cotton spinners in England, France and Germany in this I class of work. But these fine yarns j have been spun almost entirely in the northeast. We doubt whether there is a single mill south of Mason and l)ix- ! on's line that is engaged in this fine work. Without exception, the cotton mills of the south spin coarse yarns and weave a coarse class of goods, not so coarse as they did a few years ago, but still decidedly so when compared with the work which the amended tariff \s intended to protect. In the manufacture of these coarse cotton goods we stand pre-eminent. For more than half a century we have steadily exported cotton fabrics of this character, selling them in China and the East Indies in competition with the English, and at times selling them even in England. To tell the southern people that they are protected in their cotton manufactures is just as sophistical as to inform the wheat growers in the west that the tariff protects them, and we regret to say that in making such statements, those making them, both here and elsewhere, must be doing so for the purpose of deception, since the facts are too well known to assume that there is any mistake in the premises. Another self-evident misstatement is that for which Senator Frye is responsible, who, in the same debate, is said to have made the assertion that “the republican senators were in favor of a duty on wool because they did not believe that a pound of wool would be raised in the United States if there was no duty on it.” Senator Frye, in matters of this kind, is always a loose talker, but we should suppose that,considering the fact that within six or eight weeks wool will be free, and that an opportunity in the next year or two will thus be afforded of proving beyond the possibility of a doubt the absolutely ridiculous character of the above quoted assertion, he would have sufficient regard for his own reputation to put some mild sort of restraint upon his tongue. The proposed tariff reform bill is far from being the reform measure that we wish it was, but it will certainly have this effect—that it will prove to the people of this country that the advocates of protection, such as Senator Frye and others, are either entirely ignorant of the first principles of economic science, or they have been for years past indulging in the most arrant sort of wilful misstatements— Boston Herald. ESSENTIALLY BA D. The Modified Senate Bill Relating to Sugar Is Not Tariff Reform. Democrats who believe in substantial. enlightened reforms in tariff legislation do not approve the modified senate tariff bill relating to sugar. It is contrary to democratic principles and beliefs. It is molded on the repulsive forms of Me Kiuley ism and is essentially bad.

tiut it is exasperating ana ridiculous in the republicans to assail the sugar protection feature of the modified bill and to accuse the democrats of being corrupted or wheedled by the agents of the sugar trust ip its adoptiop. In framing the new sugar schedule the democrats departed from the line of instructions given at the ballot box in 1892 and followed the line of McKinleyism. Whether they were bought up or bamboozled they did just what the republicans have done in every tariff act that they have passed, and probably from the same motives. The McKinley bill made raw sugar free and put a duty of one-half cent per pound on refined sugar. This was to protect and to enrich the sugar trust. The new modified senate tariff bill places a small duty on raw sugar and a larger duty on refined sugar and postpones the imposition of the tax until next January. This is to protect and enrich the sugar trust. The democrats simply followed a pernicious and probably corrupt republican example. It is detestable hypocrisy and balderdash for the republicans now to accuse democrats of working in the interests of the sugar trust. Every line of the republican tariffs relating to sugar, from first to last, has been written by agents of the sugar combines of various character. The McKinley bill was framed throughout by the trusts. The lobby agents in each trust interest were invited into the counsels of McKinley’s committee, and were told to write in the bill the schedule ©i duties that they wanted on their products. That was what made the McKinley bill a “scientific tariff”— scientific in its systematic larcenies. The democratic party does not belie ve in the senate sugar schedule placed as a patch on the . Wilson bill, and it is probable that it will yet be defeated. Protective tariff legislation breeds trusts. Protective tariff legislation by democrats breeds trusts the same as protective tariff legislation by repub

licaas broads trust*. Than.' ls.n° fere nee in the result when th e inl<lult' ous coarse is once entered on. There is a great difference, ho* vc^r between a party, like the democ* *aT*’ the mass of which is opposed to whole tariff infamy and is coerced intc some of the practices of its opponents through the corruption or the folly of a few of its representatives, and a party, like the republican, the mass of which heartily supports the tariff abomination and not one member of which, in or out of congress, raises hir ▼oice against it. The sugar schedule as it now stands is a fine example of republican protect* ive tariff thievery. It was forced upon the party in the senate by a few pretended democrats who have drawn their morals and their politics from the republicans. It is the one genuine article of republican faith in the bill. It is outrageous that the impudent orators and editors who have defended this sort of thing, not as to the sugar trust alone, but as to all the tntsts, should now attempt with ill-concealed bad faith to disown their owrfoffspring. —Chicago Herald. BLANKET TARIFF. The Wall of Protection Thrown Around Blanket Manufacturers. It is reported that many of the duties on woollens in the senate’s tariff bill-duties ranging from twepty-five up to fifty cents in the dollar—will probably be advanced as much as five per cent. This done, the finance committee may win a repetition of the plaudit “perfectly satisfactory’’ which it received from the republican leader for its cotton schedule. When the republicans get all the increase of “protection” they desire the schedules will no doubt be entirely “scientific!” It is true the wall of “protection” which the senate is building is not as high as that reared in 1890 by the republicans. But a Chinese wall fifty feet high may be practically almost as exclusive as one a hundred feet high. And it is not strange that the South Dakota Senator made such a gallant fight for free wool and low duties on woollen clothes and blankets necessary to keep his constituents from freezing on their blizzard-swept plains.

There is something- peculiarly grievous in making blankets costly and dear. A tax on woollen clothing so high as to prevent many millions from buying a warm suit to turn the icy gales of winter is bad enough. Still, the “protectionist” democrat may argue, with some color of logic, that comfortable clothes, especially when set off with Troy collars and cuffs, minister pride and vanity. It will do the people no harm to wear their old clothes till they drop off; the tax will have, too, a moral effect—will build up our “infant industries” and enhance wages—in a word, it is a highly patriotic and American tax! But it cannot be demonst rated quite so logically that the modest blanket ministers to human vanity. It is used only in private, in the unconscious slumbers of the night, in the sick room and hospital, where men are racked by disease and death. To deny a man his blanket is, therefore, the refinement of barbarity—LN. Y. Perald._ Coming Home to Roost. One of the neat little tricks, saya the New York Evening Post, played by the woolen manufacturers in the McKinley bill is now coming home to plague them. In that ^scientific” tariff they wrote in for themselves a specific duty equal to four times the duty per pound on wool and in addition 50 per cent, ad valorem. '.The specific duty was “compensatory”— that is, as it took four pounds of raw wool to make one pound of cloth, the four-fold duty only made up for the tariff on the raw material, and the real protection was found only in the 50 per cent, ad valorem. Now comes the senate bill leaving out the compensatory specific duty, of course, as there is to be no tax on wool to compensate for, and giving a rate of 40 per cent, ad valorem on the finished product. But the woolenmanufacturers cry out as one man that this npeans ruin to them. “What,” asked the astonished committee, “can’t you stand one-fifth off your former protection, admitted to be high?” Then the manufacturers draw the senators off into a corner and say: “The fact is, we lied when we said it took four pounds of wool to make one pound of cloth; it really takes considerably less than three, and the biggest part of our protectiojr lay in the specific duty.” So at leasysays the Wool and Cotton Reporter, and adds: “The proper thing to do now for manufacturers is to confess to a little deception regarding the make-up of the Specific duty/admit the truth, and ask for recognition/ of actual facts. The protection needed, and the only sin committed was in the way it was obtained.” A Specimen Tariff Swindle. In the senate metal schedule I no tice that they have placed a duty of 40 per cent, ad valorem on bronze powders. This is an article which, if manufactured at all in this country, is only made to a very limited extent. In fact, I have never heard of its being made by any one here. Ninety-five per cent of all that is used comes from Europe; mostly from Germany. It is used by wall paper, molding, picture-frame, gas-fixture and other manufacturers, and every painter in the United States. If the duties are kept at this very high rate it will be a source of great hardship to a very large class of working people. There is a well authenticated report in circulation that the National Wall Paper Co., a gigantic .monopoly, is going to start manufacturing bronze powders on a very large scale. If thills the case it will enable them to collect blood-money from the few outside manufacturers in their line and others who have to use it in their business. Under existing circumstances it seems very clear to me that 10 par cent, ad valorem is a high enough duty for this class of goods. And, in fact, it ought to be placed on the free list.-* Cor. N. Y. World.

PROFESSIONAL CARDS. J. T. KIME, M. IX, Physician and Surgeon, PETERSBURG, IND. ***°®c« in Bank building, flrst floor. Wll oe. ound at office daj- or night. GEO. B. ASHBY, ATTORNEY AT LAW PETERSBURG, IKB. Prompt Attention Given to all Sasines* 49 'Office over Barrett A Son's store. Francis B. Poset. Dewitt Q. Chappell POSEY A CHAPPELL, Attorneys at Law, . Petersburg, Ini>. Will practice in all the courts. Special at* tention given to all business. A Notary Public constantly in the office. Aj-Offlce-* On flrst floor Bank Building. E.A. Elt. - S. G. Davenport ELY & DAVENPORT, LAWYERS, Petersburg, Ind. 4®~Office over J. R. Adams St Son's dru| store. Prompt attention given to all business. ! E. P. Richardson A. H. Tatloh RICHARDSON & TAYLOR, Attorneys at Law, Petersburg, Ind. Pro nipt attention given td all business. A Notary Public eonstuntlv in the ofllee. Office in Carpenter Building, Eighth and DENTISTRY. We H. STONECIPHER,

Surgeon Dentist, PETERSBURG, IND. Office in rooms6 and 7 in Carpenter Build Ing. Operations first-class. All work warranted. Anaesthetics used for painless extraction of teeth. . NELSON STONE, D. V. $., PETERSBURG, IND. Owing to long practice and the possession of I fine library and case of instruments, Mr. Stone is well prepared to treat all Diseases of Horses and Cattle STJCCESSF'XJl^L.Y. - ; He also keeps on hand astock of Condition Powders and Liniment, which he sells at' reasonable prices. Office OtepJ. B. Young & Co/s Store.

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