Pike County Democrat, Volume 28, Number 24, Petersburg, Pike County, 22 October 1897 — Page 3

ShffikrCmwtjjfjfmMrat V. MeC. nour*. MtUr u4 l*«oprl«tor. PETERSBURG. • • INDIANA. DORCH. POOR Doreh. Poor, plain, little Dorch! She was no beauty, but how could a ^irl lay claim to good looks who had such an ungovernable mass of black hair, such peculiarly piercing gray eyes and such a wide mouth? ' And she had not even the redeeming 'quality of a fine figure. For Dorch was decidedly undersized, her shoulders were high and square, and her feet large. A born heroine of romance or story was this waif of a big city, the dweller in an out-of-the-way street of the old French part of the town, a street unpaved, wide and silent, for neither* curt nor wagon would pass there, and the nearest electric car ran six blocks away. A street which, starting out straight from a big. rambling woodyard, took a sudden twist and turned toward the river, where it was ended abruptly in a tumble-down wharf, whose rafters •were said to be unsafe, and whose rotten flooring crumbled and slanted more and more after each spring season of high water. “Schuider’s w harf,” had had its day of prosperity and usefulness, when long lines of coal barges from the river would come and moor against and .around it. crowding out temporarily the oyster goelettes and sand schooners, whose favorite haunt it used to be in days gone by. For had not old Jacques Schnider, a shrewd Alsatian, erected back of it. across the levee, the best lodging house for sailors a#»d river men in all that part of town, where fine meals and good beds were to be had for a few Sous ? So. Schnider. energetic, practical and hard-working, leased his wharf and ranted his rooms, waxed rotund and rieh with years, and then—one late autumn evening—suddenly disappeared. Stories of various kinds ran rife that he had fallen into the river and been drow ned, , for the last time he had been seen Jacques was standing out on the edge of his wharf. Then, again, it was said he had been Murdered, for he had had a great quarrel with a big Kentucky coalheaxer the ■day before his disappearance; or that he had committed suicide. Hut nobody believed that. And some said, finally, that he had run off to a distant city to be quits with his scolding, harddrinking wife, and predictions were, made that.he would soon turn up. Hut Jacques Schnider did not turn up, nor was he seen again. Doreh, then a toddling mite scarce oue year old, grew steadily and slowly. under hard aud adverse circumstances, from year to jear developing traits of shrewdness aud intrepidity inherited from her dead father, until from the age of 12 she occupied a queer uml commanding position among the street arabs and poor trades folks in that deserted quarter of the city. l>orct*s mother? Of course, it was giu and absinthe which made such a w reck of the once sturdy peasant woman. wliom a few of the older dwellers among the shifting population of t£r “quart icr" remembered as having beeu large and quite handsome. IKiubtless it was not so much tern

, per as me nerv spirits 01 aicoaoi wursing through her veins and mingling with her equally fiery meridiual blood which made her rave and rant and ill-treat Dorch, until some neighbor would interfere with threats of the police, or. better still, until Pere Dorian, a pale-faced, slender young parish priest, absorbed in the great work of Christianity, would come hurried up, and with vibrant voice and looks of stern indignation would say. while stroking the dark hair of the weeping child: **Vous seres dam nee. Kloise Sehnider. “Thou shall fall into the dark and bottomless pit for thy cruelty to thine ow n fatherless child. Neither wilt thou have the absinthe thou wilt crave when dow n below.*' Shivering w ith fear and crooning out her terror in moans and lamentations, Dojrch's ,_*muther, suddenly sobered, would theu crouch in a huddled mass on the Hoot*, and it was the child's ministering hand and her eucouragement which would finally bring back her besotted mother to a maudlin tegret and terrified repentance. For some weeks Dorch’s life, unguarded and ili-cared for, would nevertheless | be bright by comparison. Hut the dark days would come again, with a renewal of horrible scenes and ctuel treatment, aud Dorch grew older and more self-reliant and matured beyond her years. It was one evening when Dorch vas leading a marching band of street urchins—for she was ever a leader in all games and all enterprises—that a curious inspiration came to Dorch. which gave her unbounded a inference throughout the neighborhood over her companions and over her besotted mother, who was now fast approaching the confines of the unknown. Under Dorch's leadership that late fall eveniug a gathering of street vrehins had marched and sung “All Ccons Are Alike to Me" aud other popular ditties until they found themselves grouped on the slanting and rickety old wharf overhanging the water. Schnider's wharf was the last piece of property still belonging to Dorch,. all the^ good heritage left by Jacques Sehnider having been sacrificed, wasted and spent by Kloise, her mother.

Am to usual with young and old, of all nationalities and all classes, contention and disputes arose over some imagined grievance, and soon a tempest broke forth in the group of youngsters on the decaying wharf o£ old Jacques Schnider. “Allex vous en! Get off my wharf," ordered Dorch, menacingly, with hot wrath and a stamp of her foot. “Yours?" sneered Gaston, a big bully and a poltroon, as is usually the case. “Your wharf? Well. I like that! Tain’t vouru no longer, and your dad’s dead. Who gave it to you?" "Who gave it to me? My father," answered Dorch, with a deep anger Hashing in her eyes. “And he is not j dead, you beast. I know where he is j and I will call him right here this minute. Just you wait and see.” Rushing to the edge of the crumbling j platform Dorch guve a wild, prolonged j cry, a weird call, which the waters of j the rushing river caught up and length- j cncd odt, while the gurgling tide ! around the deep, sunken pillars, mur- | mured hoarse and exultant aqcompani- | meut. And as the notes died off in the silence j of the darkening evening a tall, decrepit | old figure rose up, none could tell from i where, but it came forward as if obey- ! ing Dorch’s call, and, advancing slow- j ly. said: “You called. What would you. child?” ; With screams of terror the children rushed tumbling over each other, down j the levee, leaving Dorch in company j with the tall phantom her weird in-| vocation had evoked from out the darkness. “Pere Dorian, I would rebuild the I wharf and lease it out as a mooring j for the fishing boats from Barataria and the sand schooners from over the lake, j Where could 1 get the money?” ques- j tioned Dorch with the sage perspicacity j of womanhood some few days later, her J eyes shitting and her face set and de- ! lermiued, albeit her years were still tender and few. But experience and trouble had made . her wise far beyond her brief summers j of existence. “A good plan, little Dorch, and a clever one," said Father Dorian,encouragingly- "How came you by it?" "1 must take care of her. you know." said Dorch, nodding sagely. “I must do like father; 1 must make money, and 1 cannot leave her to go to work. It is still a good wharf. Pere. not half as bad as it looks. How could I repair and j lease it?" “Well, let me see,” ruminated Pere Dorian. \ “Let me think it over a little, Dorch. I will find a way to have your wharf mended so that the boats and goelettes will come back again to unload there if you will make me a promise and keep it." So Dorch promised. The money paid by the goelettes was to be kept by Pere Dorian, aud not given over to her mother to be wasted and squandered. She would attend school, get better clothes, and no longer spend her active young life in hard drudgery and in a useless struggle to save Eloise Schnider from the clutches of the demon, that evil habit which held her hard and fast, soul and body. “I will not leave her alone for long. No. no, never, Pere,” declared Dorch, “and she will listen to me now, Pere; and she will get well with time.” "And how is that, Dorch?” queried Pere Dorian. Dorch shook her head and laughed, but would not tell what was this new and wonderful power which she had learned to exercise over her besotted mother. But the neighborhood soon knew of how Dorch had called on her dead father. and how he had come from hiding under the wharf at her bidding, and how he would again come whenever she needed him. No one saw him in any of his old haunts, but every one was sure Dorch could call him and he would come. “He was all gray, and had something in his arms.” described one of the boys who had run away down OKI Levee street when the man rose up from the water.

“I am from the east. A painter, and I have come down here to make sketches of your winding river and your picturesque jumble of old streets and wide-balconied houses, your bright skies and your picturesque people." explained a stranger some evenings later to Pere Dorian, as they stood together on either side of the small wooden gate of the Presbytere garden, which was next to the Church of Our Lady, tot far from Dorch’s tumbledown wharf. "See you anything worthy to be put in a picture in this poor part of the city?" asked the young priest, with a melancholy smile. "Here on the outskirts of the town is • poor population, and where poverty dwells sorrow dwells, and little of beautiful or of what would look well in a picture.” “You are vastly mistaken.” said the artist. **I sketched a .scene last week which w ill make a striking picture, "A group of your children of the streets, so different from those of on*' northern cities, were at play on yonder old broken wharf. There was a quarrel, and a young girl ran out to the edge which overhangs the water and talkod. The setting sun streaming across the river struck full upon her. sad hers was a beautiful face.” “Dorch?” exclaimed PeTe Dorian in surprise. “Why, Dorch is plain and ugly; -but the child has a grand nature for all that—sweet, and brave, and good.” “So her faee tells,* said the artist. "She has sat to me twice, and you will see that on canvas hers is a wonderful personality. -What power and vigor of mind and body lie hidden in the child." “So I have thought," mused the priest; “great power and great goodness.” , The bright, long afternoon w as draw*

iug to a close, and now that summer bad gone and the early days of autumn were upon the land, ripening the red cones of the magnolia trees, bringing out the last rich bloom of the roses,add< ing deeper coloring to sky tints, and tingering the forests with brilliant reds and browns, it was a time and op* portunity for the sketches of the artist from the east. “We will stroll down totbe river," said Pere Dorian, plucking a full blown tea rose and closing securely his little wooden gate behind him, for there were goats in the neighborhood which would surely get in to nibble his mignonette and sweet olive if they could. There was excitement down by the water. People were running toward Sc holder's wharf; women were standing on the doorsteps curiously craning to discover the cause, and a turbulent group of boys and girls dashed by, call-’ ing to the priest to hurry. Dunning quickly forward Pere Dorian and the artist saw a curious scene. Standing on a swaying plank, protruding beyond the crumbling edge of the old wharf, stood a large woman, erased with drink, wildly gesticulating, singing and breaking into terrible threats or insane laughter, threatening if ap- j prooehed to throw herself into the ' rushing waters. And as she swung from side to side, keepin^>ut a precarious footing on the swayinjPplank, she jeered in mad anger i and pointed derisively at Dorch, who stood wringing her hands and entreating that she come back from over the deep current of the surging river, for the great depth of water around Schnider's wharf had always been its attraction for schooners, tramp ships and ■ boats, and the eddies gurgling under | its strong supports were known to be : fatal, even for practical swimmers, j whirling in irresistible eddies and, sweeping around the curve of the bank to join the strong current of the river channel but a few yards away. “1'eviens, oh, reviens pere!" called , Dorch, in anguished tones. A semi-circle had formed on the levee, I and Dorch alone stood on the wharf, j pleading with outstretched hands tc the poor dishevelled creature, tossing her arms in delirious glee, while the river grew black under the darkening shadows of coming night. “I can’t get at her, sir.” said the night watchman. “If 1 move forward she’ll throw herself in the river and be drowned in two minutes.” “Come back, woman.” shouted the voice of Pere Dorian. But the only response was a peal of wild laughter and a scoffing gesture, as Eloise moved still further out, until I the plank on which she stood slipped down to the surface of th? rushing tide. “Mere, if you return not back I will call father, and he will come,” said the clear, resolute voice of Dorch. A sudden silence settled over the woman and a hush of expectancy on th< assembled group. Slamlinff hpre in snft wnnincr t\i-i.

light, poised on her narrow foothold, above the hoarsely murmuring'waters, her gaze suddenly arrested and her eyes fixed in a wide stare of anguished terror on some dread phantom of her imagination, Eloise Sehnider stood for one long minute, motionless. “A grand picture, she and the girl,” murmured the artist to Pere Porian. sketching in brief, bold strokes the scene before him. Tossing up her arm with a wail ol despairing terror, the woman stag- ’ gered and fell heavily into the swiftrunning current. Echoing the cry Porch dashed forward and leaped in to her rescue. A babel of cries and shouts arose, much hurrying and confusion, calls and lamentations, for all loved Porch, while Pere Porian pushed off in a small skiff and rdwed with frantic haste to where the turn of the eddy swept around the curve. “There! There! See her. father!” called out the artist, bending far ove? the edge of the levee. Exhausted, pale and trembling. Per< Porian brought Porch back to the rive: bank. Or what was it he-brought and depos ited with such tender care on fhe rotting planks of the old deserted wharf? A still figure with .thick masses ol rippling hair, all soaked and dripping a strong young frame, inert and motionless. and a face whose broad brow and strong features looked like some grand piece of ancient statuary. whil< the long lids covered those eyes, sc strong and piercing. “Said 1 not she would make e wonderful picture.?” remarked the artist, gently turning her face to catch the outline and curve of the chin. Pere Dorian gently smoothed he* gown. and. crossing her hands, placed in them the tea rose now faded, which he had plucked, and had unconsciously fastened on his worn soutane. The neighboring women gathered around with lamentations. “Yes, she will make a grand picture.* said the artist.—X. O. Times-Democr&t . Owe Mti'i rasragr. Ail Paris was stirred one day in August, 1869. by a deed of courage, which recalled the old legend of Horatius dnd his two comrades holding Lars Porsena’s army at bay until the bridge across the TibeT had been cut down. At a performance in the Hippodrome. Lucas, the lion tamer, entered the cage w here were two lions and two lionesses. | Scarcely had he closed the door w hen | one of the lions sprang upon him and seized him 'by the back of the neck. The sight of blood maddened the other ' beasts, and they, too, fell on the trainer. Women screamed and fainted, men grew ! pale or shouted out impossible orders. ; The employes of the Hippodrome lost j their heads, all save Lucas’ attendant, i Jose Mendez, a Spaniard. Arming him- | sell' with an iron weapon, he entered the cage, smote the lions hip and thigh, and nearly kilted them all. Then he dragged out his mangled master, who was immediately bandaged by a doctor. —Youth’s Companion. I

REPUBLICAN ROBBERS FOILED. rke Crooked Framers of tke Dtaflejr Monstrosity. Perhaps it would be nearer the mark to attribute the ruling of McKinley’s mugwump secretary of the treasury making the Dingley bill retroactive to ignorance gather than to dishonesty, rhe bill was signed by the president it 4:06 o’clock on the afternoon of Saturday. July 24, 1S97. At that hour the custom houses of the Atlautic ports and about three-fourths of all the other custom houses of the country had been closed. Secretary Gage held that the government could not recognize fractions of a day. and that the bill must take effect and become a law from the very earliest hour of the day on which it was signed. He accordingly ruled, that all entries and withdrawals liquidated at the old rates on July 24 under the Wilson duties must be reliquidated at tlfc higher Dingley duties. Mr. Gage’s ruling made a difference to importers who had received goods through the custom houses on that day prior to the signing of the bill of nearly half a million dollars. Many of them served notice of contest and. an agreed case was presented to Henderson Summerville. general appraiser, for an opinion. His written decision, after reviewing the case carefully, concludes thus: “Our conclusion is that the compact of July 2-^. 1S97. did not become operative as a law until six minutes after four o’clock p. m. of said day. when it was approved by the president; that it was not operative by relation of any previous hour of the day. but that the tariff act of August 2S. 1S94. remained unrepealed and in force until the precise moment when said act of July 24. 1^7. was approved, and that goods imported and entered for consumption in the forenoon of said July 24. 1S97. or at any hour prior to the time of approval of said act), would be governed as to classification and rates of duty by the tariff act of 1^94 and rot by said act of 1S97.” This decision accords exactly with the position taken by the Times when Mr. Gage first,made his absurd and unjust ruling. Appraiser Summerville’s finding is in harmony with common honesty, common sense and common law. The retroactive idea is entirely republican, and therefore dishonest. It fixes an obligation before the conditions constituting it have been consummated. Tom Heed’s republican house inserted this legal paradox in the Dinglev monstrosity before it went to thesenate. As lawyers, its sponsors and framers, knew that it would not hold water, but they were guilty of the political dishonesty of trying to make capital with their employing trusts by running a bluff on the importers. Gage’s void ruling displays his mental caliber and indicates the tendency of the republican administration to extract by hook or bv crook, and whenever the occasion offers, every drop of blood and pound of flesh it can from the taxpayers.—Kansas City Times. NOTHING BUT PROMISES How the Ohio Republicans Do the Peonle.

“Senator Hanna In his campaigning ipeeches to the Buckeyes promises them that the republican parly will settle the money question. If it shall be given a chance, upon a hasis that will take the question out of polbrics and prevent future business re\e"es. This news is honey sweet. Mr. Hanna does not go Into particulars: and there is nothing in the past history of republican financiering to Justify hope. The republicans have tinkered and tinkered, and made one dangerous experiment after another: and they are still tinkering, and are afraid to rectify their most obvious errors."— Philadelphia Record. There is reason to believe* that the republicans have done all they propose to do in the line of redeeming- pledges. They have satisfied the demands of the contributors to republican corruption funds by enacting a law that enables those contributors to recover the full amount of their contributions with heavy interest from the people,and this ro doubt fully meets the republican idea of what is needed in the way of remedial legislation. The party leaders have concluded apparently to rest their case on the I)ingley law and to trust to the full restoration of prosperity for further political capital. The republicans met a great crisis in a partisan spirit and essayed,, to satisfy the demands of a suffering people by imposing upon them additional heavy burdens. Mr. Ilanna's promise that the republican party will settle the money question amounts to nothing, because it is clear that the leaders of the party are satisfied with the present condition of the currency, and even if it shall seem to them to be advisable to make some change at the instance of the great moneyed interests, their settlement of the question will not be what the public asks and expects. The treatment thy people received at the hands of the republican tajriff-*nakersis.in evidence as showing that the interests of the masses will not be consulted by the republican party.—Binghamton (N. Y.) Leader. ——The number of failures in the United States for 1897 will amount to 15,000 and over at the rate already reported for the first nine months. In the year 1871—26 years ago—the total failures for the whole year was 2.915. As late as 1882 to 1888. the number of failures reported in some of these years for six months was less than those reported for the third quarter of this year —which the goldites declare have been months of prosperity. Thirty years age* the'number of failures reported for the entire year was 567. If business fail-; ures are an evidence of goldite prosper- ! ity the country is being furnished with ituple evidence.—Illinois State Register. -We shall see whether the McHanna administration, having impn- j dentiy claimed credit for the early \ wheat erop. will go on talking in that* strain while the fields are parched, the j stock suffering from thirst and the j farmers* hopes of prosperity gone glim- ; mering. It'is a poor rule that will notj work both wavs.—Kansas City Times.

HANNA'S VOTE MAKER. Worklic the Pension Scheme on the Ohio Voters. The insolence and arrogance of republicanism as a result of indulgence are illustrated in the conduct of the administration in establishing an annex of the pension bureau in Ohio at this critical juncture in the political career of Mark Hanna. A force of 22 clerks has been specially detailed to expedite pension cases for voters in this pivotal state. 4 “A pension for a vote" is the principle upon which the Hanna managers will proceed from this time forth in their quest for support from men who were brave enough and patriotic enough to risk their lives in defense of the union and whose names are not now on the overburdened pension rolls at Washington. The movement is, of course, an insult to the high-minded and manly old soldiers, who resent all efforts to coin their valor into dollars, but it is of a piece with the entire political career of Hanna. He has underestimated the intelligence of the American people from the moment of his entrance to politics. What he has accomplished has been due to the use of boodle and the mistakes of rival political managers. But in thus attempting to attach the pension bureau to Ms train he will discover that he has committed a blunder from which he cannbt recover in time to save himself. The nation will never be willing to believe that the voters of Ohio will at the polls indorse so despicable a use of funds which, in theory, at least, were set aside by the American people as a token of national gratitude to the men *who fought for the preservation. unimpaired, of a government representing the highest aspirations of a free and intelligent race. No surprise can be felt by those who have watched Commissioner Evans* administration of the pension bureau that he should unprotestingly lend bis aid to the ftirtherance of Hanna's scheme in this way. With brazen effrontery, astounding in its assertion and shocking to national pride, this man Evans has boasted of the number of “the boys” he has “eared for” since he was placed in charge of the pension bureau. Though in full knowledge of the fact that national revenues are at a lower ebb than they have reached in a decade, and that a treasury deficit necessitating the issue of gold bonds is inevitable, he has swollen the pension rolls beyond all precedent and coolly announces that he will require at least $8,000,000 more than was appropriated by congress for pen? sion purposes. When it is remembered that this appropriation is $141,000,000 for the current year, a fairly adequate idea may be had of the enormity erf Evans* insolence. To be sure he is only the instrument in the perpetration of this outrage, but the reflection that he missed only by a very narrow margin the nomination for vice president on the ticket with McKinley shows to what depths of degradation the party which once elected Abraham Lincoln president has been dragged by Hannaism and syndicate politics.—St. Louis Republic.

M'KINLEY PRICES. Extravagant Claims of Republican Ranters. Out in Ohio the republicans have been compelled to resort to the claim that the McKinley administration is responsible for the recent rise in wheat. This has been done, not directly, but incti•rectly. Mr. Hanna began it by announcing in the beginning of the campaign that he had received information to the effect that Providence was on the side of the republicans. On the heels of this it was a comparatively easy matter to inform the voters that.toMr. McKinley,under Providence, should be given the credit for dollar wheat. That great man had no sooner been elected than be sat about arranging for a famine in India and short wheat crops all over the world except in these United States, of which he and Hanna are the chief managers, and of whose liberties they are the bull-works, as it were. All this has been given out in Ohio witha good deal of solemnity. Hanna, in the free-and-easy flow of his gush, has held these things before the attention pof his audiences until the whole campaign seems to depend on the promulgation of the belief that the McKinley administration has really been powerful enough to create famine conditions elsewhere in order to induce the voters to indorse Hanna. But now there seems to be trouble ahead, and the Cincinnati Enquirer calls attention to it. We no longer have dollar wheat. In fact, wheat has fallen ten cents a bushel since Mr. Hanna began to knead his political dough in public, and the Enquirer wants to know why Mr. McKinley should thus strike at the interests of the farmers by permitting this slump. As Mr. McKinley was powerful enough to raise wheat to a dollar, why does he not hold it there? Why does he sit idly by and permit the poor farmers to be robbed of $100 on every thousand bushels of wheat they sell, when he could so easily prevent it? It is a very interesting situation.— Atlanta Constitution. -What is to be said of a party that deliberately refrains from the attempt to correct the evils in the currency system. because by leaving them uncorrected many voters may be scared into voting the republican ticket in national, state and municipal elections? Is that the kind of statesmanship we are getting from scholars In politics? The country is to be held in jeopardy of a debased currency to promote the wellbeing of the republican party. What elevated patriotism controls the republican party, to be sure!—Utica Observer. ——Benjamin Harrison, after getting $20,000 for resisting the five cent street ear ordinance in Indianapolis, has come ont in favor of municipal ownership of street car lines. Those lawyers do such queer things for fees.—Iowa State liegister (Rep.).

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