Pike County Democrat, Volume 28, Number 28, Petersburg, Pike County, 19 November 1897 — Page 3

ftlwCoutttgUmowat «. M«C. STOOPS. Kdaor sad Pteprlator. PETERSBURG. ______________ INDIANA. WHAT THE CHILDREN SAY. ViHiu, In the dusk of evening, I come to where I see Three little faces at the window looking down at me, And hear the shout of *'Papa,** and the sound of scampering feet, And And myself a prisoner ere I can beat retreat; The robbers seise my parcels and search my pockets through, And bear me to their castle spite of all that I can do. There the queen of these banditti gently chides their boist’rous glee. And asks how many kisses it will take to ransom me. Oh, Is there any pleasure in all the busy day That's quite as rweet as listening then to what the children say? Helen thinks a hundred kisses are enough to ransom me, If I'll change them all for pennies bright as soon as l am free: While Henry claims that "Papa is more valuable than that;" And so the rascal confiscates my overcoat and hat But tender-hearted Josephine makes terms for my release: "We'll let you g«. dear papa, for Just one kiss apiece." When I've paid my ransom duly, this valiant robber band Escorts me to the table, with a guard on either hand. There for a blessed hour I fling my cares away And grow younger as I listen to what the children say. From my prison in the study I detect them stealing by. 'Till they think they're out of hearing; then with shouts away they fly. AU about the house they frolic—now below, now overhead. Little chance I'll have for study 'till they're snugly tucked in bed. Hut at Iasi there comes a silence, and X tiptoe opt to see . ‘ Three little sober faces clustered at their mother's knee. Their pray-r, !1« ase bless dear papa, M i • r fails to put to rout Every skeptical opinion or philosophical doubt When the world look* cold and cheerless, and heaven seems far away. Just stop, iny friend, and listen to what the children say. -Thomas C. Roney, in Chicago Standard. itVfVin ■ i it mi tnYmViY/AtVi I THE MILLER’S GEESE. | -— ft ft BT MART SOMMIRVIHI and ft MARTHA B. BARKS. S'; FAIR and sweet were the. flowers in the morning1 sunshine, but no fairer nor sweeter than was K.izabeth herself, os she cauie down the walk in front of her grandfather's cottage, in her pretty print frock and with the roses in her cheeks, which in some sly manner had sprung up there long before any of their rivals had thought of blooming in the garden. Down in the heart of Pennsylvania, in the tirst quarter of the present century lived Elizabeth with her grandfather and her grandmother, in the small house near the woods on the bank of a brawling creek, not far from the village of Bellefoute, lying under the shadow of Bald Eagle mountain. The name of Bellefcnte had been given to the town by Elizabeth’s grandmother, in honor of the magnificent spring — bright, coi l. fresh, sparkling and -neverfailing that bubbled up on the edge of the village.

inl ine opposite snore oi me crw« stood the old mill, with its whizzing, hurrying wheels, grinding away day by da\ in order to supply the good people of the town with their daily bread, and hard by was the humble home of the wilier, David Grew, where he and Ins Wife lie, d by themselves, with only a flock of g-ese for company. It was j wild, lonely spot, but Elizabeth's Quaker cousins wet over in the Tow n, w ithin walking distance, at d Elizabeth seldom sighed for other companions. •Indeed. h< r grai dnu tl »-r thought that she was alrimst too fund of wandering round in the s.de. seci^ty of her own feelings and fancies, and that of the dumb creatures about her. fur a young maid who was of a mind to become u thrifty, able housewife, and she did her ln-st to lure the girl’s thoughts and footsteps into more practical, domestic paths. But, in spite of her love of out ct door «ife ami her affect Km for nearly all living things. Elizabeth felt no great respect for the lively geese of the miller. “They are but noisy birds.” she w ould say; “always stalking round and making a fuss about nothing. There is old Tappy now , trying to look as w ise as an owl, and yet I venture to believe that she has not a single idea in her head." “Like some silly lasses that 1 have seen,” the grandfather would teaslnglv reply, “with their empty little pates in the clouds, and they themselves hardly aware where they are or what they are doing.” Then w ould Elisabeth blush and hang her giddy little head, for well she knew that she was sometimes more given to dreaming than to doing; but her grandfather would then laugh within himself, and relentingly pat the glowing cheek of his granddaughter, for it must be acknow ledged that he w as of private opinion that she was the cleverest girl in the county, even though he did liken her to the geese and twit her with being a aad rotnp. whose skirts grew a deal faster than her dignity. On this special morning grandfather was at the garden gate, preparing to mount old Ben, the faithful horse that carried him on many a jaunt round the country. Grandfather and Ben were now bound on an expedition to look after the men who were at work on the new canal, of which grandfather was the surveyor. It was a two days’journey to this point of observation and back again, so grandmother and Elizabeth, and Woolly, the small black maid. (Would be left to themselves for the

night. Bat they had no thought of dang«r. They had never been mole*ted I In their nook in the shelter of the forest, and women and young folk were brave and daring in those pioneer times. “Xow, grandfather,” said Elizabeth, kissing her grandfather good-by. “be sure to bring me a bonny bunch of crabapple blossoms, as well as the hank of yarn of which 1 spoke to you, and if you stop at John’s house tell his wife that I should be pleased to have the pattern of the pelisse that Sarah Blake lent her. And, oh, grandfather, your next trip will be to Philadelphia, and you are to take me with you, are you not? And then I shall see something of the world of which 1 have heard so much and know so little. And the money to convey me on my journey is even now in the house with the rest that you brought home lately, is it not, dear grandfather?” “Yes. chatterbox,” returned the grandfather, jocosely, pinching the dimpled chin so near at hand; “but see to it that your brains go not wool-gath-ering, and let it slip through your fingers ere you can put it to use.” With a little laugh, as Elizabeth drew herself up in dignified protest against his insinuation, the grandfather waved farew ell to his w ife in the doorw ay, and jumping upon his saddle the active old man rode away, muttering to himself: **A hank of blossoms, a yarn pelisse and | a pattern of crab-apples.” Perhaps the j good grandfather was slightly absentminded himself on some occasions. Elizabeth stood gazing after the I horse and its ridec until they vanished I round the curve in the road by the great oak tree. Then she turned and glanced across the stream tow ard the mill. The miller was leaning out of the upper half of the mill door, his arms resting ort the lower half. “The top of the morning to you. Miss Elizabeth,”hecalled out. “Doyou know | I've found the nest of the old goose ! I’ve been hunting so long? It was in i the crotch of a willow at the lower end of the dam. Step over and take a look I . ., 1 ! at it. Elizabeth was about to trip lightly across the bridge that led to the mill, I when she " as hailed by a voice from the I kitchen, reminding her that life is not all play, even on a merry May mornI it*g* j “Elizabeth! Elizabeth!” cried the grandmother, “there is a large Ironing to do, and we are late at setting about it. Come, little idler, to your task.” “But it's such a lovely day!” sighed the girl, slowly entering the room, and , cast it.Jr many a longing glance backward, silently wishing that she were a bird or a leaf that could let the rain : do its washing and leave the smoothing process to the wind and the sunshine. “But if 1 am diligent this morning, grandmother, I suppose that 1 may go | into town this afternoon to see Mary Anue.” “Yes, yes, child; but now we must make haste, or else noon will be here ! before we have finished all that we have ! on hand,” responded the grandmother, I laying generous batches of dough into the bread baskets to rise and make ready for baking. When” the clock struck 12 the last piece uf snowy linen w as hung up to air on the line stretched across the kitchen, and when the traces of the midday meal were cleared away Elizabeth tied i n her sunonnet and started for the village. Of course she had to pause for a moment at the spring, for she could never puss it by unheeded; but a little later she was w ith her cousins in an old garden, sleepy with sunshine and tragrant with blossoms.

What with gcssiping over Elizabeth's j coming flight from the home nest and the relating of. stories by Mary Aur.e ‘from a delightfully fascinating book i that she had come across—but which her mother had withdrawn from her ere she had fathomed half of its faseii;:*.ti<>us the afternoon skipped by all to > quickly. Elizabeth suddenly realized the late* •ness of the hour, and hastened away, but it w as grow ing dark as she pressed into the shade of the pine woods beyond the spring, and she was considerably startled when she observed in the path ahead of her the figure of an unknown man. who. when he heard the approaching footsteps, dodged behind the trunk of a tree, as though fearful of discovery. “Dear me,” thought Elizabeth, “who is ,that? It must be a beggar or a tramp, unless it is a king or a lord in disguise. Anyway, it’s best to avoid him. There, he has turned off to the right, so I’ll hurry along as fast as I can." In another moment she saw her grandmother coming to meet her. Elizabeth threw her arms round the old lady’s neck in an ecstasy of joy and relief, and confided the story of her vision and her fright. Grandmother looked a little worried. “I almost wish that you had brought William home with you to spend the night,” she said, as she latched the garden gate behind herself and Elizabeth. “Woolly says that there is a fox prowling round, also. You must shut up the chickens with more than usual caution, David went away for the afternoon, too, and will not be back until late this evening. Do you run over, Elizabeth, and see that the geese are in the pen near the house, lest they be in peril, and drop a word to his wife, poor lame Susan, to charge David to keep his ear* open for anyone who may be abroad tonight. However. I think that we have really little to fear. The stranger was probably a traveler, going through the country on foot.” Elizabeth flew away to her grandmother’s bidding; but, while securing the fowls from sarprise, she fell to wondering about the man that she had encountered, and to weaving romances in her customary fashion, and not once did she recall to memory the orders about the miller’s geese. The moon was climbing the skies when she went upslairs to go to bed, and when she walked

to the window lor a parting glimpae of the world without she fancied that she beheld a man slink across the road and hide himself in the woods beyond. “It’s just nervousness that makes me imagine that I find strauge things | every where now." she assured herself, j to stifle a little spasm of alarm, and, with a light laugh at her own notions, ! she sprang into bed, and had soon lost j herself and her troubles in dreamland. ! But after au hour or two of sleep she was called back to real life. She awoke suddenly to descry somebody standing by her window. “Who's there?” she demanded, in i quavering tones. “It is I,” replied her grandmother, in | a whisper. "I heard the sound of j whistling, and I stole in here to peer out on this side of the house, and here is a man walking up and down the road. He is trying, perhaps, to find out if I there is a man about, or else wishes fo signal to some accomplice. There, do you hear him?” Elizabeth was at the window in a trice, and she could plainly discern a I tall figure creeping stealthily in | through the gate. “Oh, why was l so foolish as to stay here without a man!" said grand1 mother, catching her breath. “We canj not protect ourselves, and there is one j shutter in the parlor that is not closed, j because the w hite rose bush has grow n I in so far that it holds it open. There, | he is at the other window now, and will soon make an attempt at the oue behind the rose bush.” Grandmother had in her hand a small (calico bag, which she tucked beheath 1 the mattress of the bed, and then she | began to push some of the heavy, oldI fashioned mahogany furniture against the door of the room. “Woolly is safe enough in her corner in the attic.” said grandmother, “but we must have something that the rascal i is after. I will fliug up the window, and we must scream for help. David 1 must have returned by this time, and mayhap he w ill hear us and come to our rescue. You spoke to Susan of this matter, did you not. Elizabeth?" Elizabeth flushed scarlet, and let her j head fall upon her breast, like a rose ! bending on its stalk. ”1 did truly forget to do so, grandmother." she faltered. “Then your heedlessness may have cost you your trip." replied the grandmother. more severely than was her wont, “and it may be we shall lose our lives. The villain may intend to murder us. for all that we can tell,” J finished,the poor lady, in desperation. “But now for as loud a shout as we can raise.” "Help! help!” The words rang out upon the night air, but the creek went babbling on its noisy course, with no i consideration for the frightened, defenseless beings w ho w ere endeavoring to drown its clatter with their own. j The robber shrank back from the house at sound of the outcry, but as no response came to the appeal he returned : the more boldly to the attack. Again arose the cries, louder and more beseeching than before. The intruder had fouud the unfastened shutter, and , had made his way through the window into the parlor. Oh, would no aid come! All at once, from across the water, ! came an answer. It was the shrill : scream of the miller's geese. Elizabeth thought that she could recognize Tappy’s peculiar note above the other shrieks. Something was aw ake. Something had heard the supplications of ! the besieged, even were it only a flock of stupid geese. Again grandmother and Elizabeth shouted, and again came the squawk, squaw k, in reply. The invader had evidently not failed to note the clamor in the distance, for his foot falls could no louger be heard on the floor below. Oh, .would David be aroused?

Yes, there was a h(alioo from the opposite shore, and cnee more the voices at the window pleaded for succor. Then 'there was the report of a shot. The man in the’ parlor of the disturbed | household had his ears on the alert. He waited for no parley or plunder. lie >cuttled across the room, jumped from | the open window, and tore off for the woods. An instant later David came dying1 up to the house, with his gun I over his shoulder, and there were explanations, thanks and congratulations then., David had fouud Tappy alone by ‘ his doorstep when he reached home that night, and he had huuted up the l other geese and locked them into the i pen under his bedroom window. Soon | afterward he had fallen into a heavy : slumber, from which be had been awak- ; ened by the cackling of his geese. Thinking that a fox was among them, he had gone out to attend to him with a ! little powder and shot; and then, catch* ! ing the sounds of distress from the other sides of the creek, he had the satisfaction of chasing away a more w ily and more wicked old fox from more valuable prey. The miller stayed on guard between the two houses for the remainder of the I night, but there was no further annoyance. and the follow ing evening grandfather was again with his.family, listening to a thrilling account of the midnight adventure. **The scamp must have had sume suspicion of the extra money in the house." said grandfather, shrewdly shaking his head. “But. heydey, lass. *o the geese were ahead of you for once!** Elizabeth gave her grandfather a shy, arch little glanee from under her eyelashes. “The geese had more wit than I thought,” she said, “and I will never de» spise them again.”—Leslie's Monthly. .V <.oo«l Thine to Do. Little Elmer (quoting)—Be sura you're right, then— Then what, pa? Prof. Broadhead—Then be certain you a.re sure.—Puck. Those Passing Storms. Friend—is your honeymoon OTer? Nuwed—Oh. yes. We’re along in tin simoon now.—A. Y. JouraaL

REBUKED HANNAISM. At People Tlrtac ot Bouliai aid Boodletim. The people of ten states of the union have administered a rebuke and a warning- to Hannaism. Hannaism stands for republicanism to-day. It is extremely doubtful whether the warning will be heeded, however much the rebuke may sting. The party which was syndicated with the oppressive trusts and monopolies a year ago for the | poor reward of the presidency and the spoils is too strongly bound to its partnership by the cohesive force of centralization and corruption to cut loose now and present itself to the American peo- ; pie as a political organization inspired with high principles of patriotism and controlled by motives that have for their aim the perpetuation unimpaired of the form of government founded by the fathers. The poison of ceutralization^vasborn in the party. It was an inheritance from its progenitor on which democracy had been wagingwarof extermination since Thomas Jefferson gave it the spirit of conflict. The poison worked slotvly at first, and it was not until the protective tariff made possible the accumulation of vast fortunes in the hands of the few that it received an impetus that sent it coursing through the entire body of republicanism. As a climax, a new and dangerous political boss in the person of llanna was invested with absolute command of the organization. He has done> only what his commission directed and empowered him to do. ne has syndicated the whole party in accordance with the principles and tendencies of centralization. Like all men of his stripe, the first I victory he won with the new forces ■ placed at his command blinded him to j the rights and privileges of the van- ! quished foe, and no semi barbaric Roman i emperor ever tyranized over his helpless victims more than Hanna has over every man who has had the hardihood to oppose his wish. His course has strengthened the democracy's spirit of resistance. It has Infused new courage into every democratic heart. Not a genuine democrat in the land but has been aroused to the fighting point by Hanna’s tactics. Not an unselfish American, who believes that the only proper function of government is to afford to every one of its citizens equal opportunity, but has been turned against the republican party by its shameful liasion with the trusts and monopolies. It was these things that defeated the republicans from New York to Colorado and that gave the democrats a sweeping victory in the home town of the man who was elected president through the debauchery of hundreds of thousands of voters with the money contributed by the enemies of free government and clean administration. The election returns are but A prelude. Next year the opponents of Hannaism will rally under the democratic banner and drive from the house of representatives a majority owing allegiance to Hanna. In 1900 the people will cotne into their estate again. The rejuvenated democracy stands armored and plumed for the war.—St. Louis ReI public. THE PEOPLE AND GOLD.

Defeat of the Bimetallic CommUslou Well Deserved. President McKinley’s bimetallic commissioners have sailed for home, discouraged. defeated, discredited. Republican newspapers rejoice over this defeat. The vanquishing of their own commission gives them satisfaction. Why, then, were these men sent abroad at an expense of $100,000 to the people? If the gold standard is such a good thing, why was this effort made by a republican administration to get rid of it ? President McKinley knows that the gold standard is not a good thing for the people. Up to 1394 he fought for bimetallism and most bitterly condemned the conduct of Cleveland in favoring gold monometallism. When he sent the commission to Europe he confessed by his act that the gold standard was bad for the United States. But there is a distinction between what is good for the people and what is good for the money power. Anything which contracts the currency, which puts the burden of two money metals upon one. which depreciates the value of everything except gold, is good for the dealers in gold, but unutterably bad for the masses. The republican party and the newspapers which support the theories of that party represent the bondholders, money dealers and gold speculators of Wall street. They do not represent the people, and that is the reason the discouragement and defeat of the bimetallic commission is greeted with jov. The true friends of silver will not regret the outcome of this matter. The issue is now clearly made, and the battles of 1S9S and 1900 will be fought in the open, with no false issues to divide and divert the forces of bimetallism pressing on to an assured victory.—Chicago Dispatch. -The menace of Hannaism in politics lies not so much in the fact that it represents bossism and slush funds In politics, but that menace lies in the abject surrender of a president of the United States to a dominant mind whose crafty introduction of “business methods in politics” made possible the purchase of a presidential nomination, and in the injection into our political methods of what may be called the capitalized syndicate machine system of securing support and overcoming opposition.—Minneapolis Times. -It is well understood that many federal appointments for Ohio were held back, pending the campaign lately closed. Some of them will no doubt soon be announced, in pursuance of promisee made in the interest of Mr. Hanna’s election to the senate. How many will be held back still further to assist Mr. Hanna in the difficulties he seems to be about to encounter in the legislature?—Cincinnati Enquirer.

RESULTS OF THE ELECTIONS. Am Interpreted by Ex-Got. Stone, oft Missouri. Ex-Gov. Stone, of Missouri, member of the national democratic committee, was interviewed! on the results of the recent elections. In reply to the question: “How do you interpret the results of the elections?” the ex-governor answered: “Well, the democrracy won some notable victories Tuesday. Everywhere the tide was In our favor. I believe a decided majority of the American people are democrats, or at least favor the things that democracy stands for. If the people could go to the polls untrammeled and vote their real sentiments a large majority would vote the democratic ticket. The masses are naturally opposed to centralisation in any form, and especially are they opposed to the control of centralised wealth. "But the power of centralised wealth is very great: it seems sometimes to be almost omnipotent. In presidential elections this power is exterted to its utmost. It is arrayed against the democratic party because the democratic party is not in sympathy with its selfish policies. If the election had been held in August last year with the conditions as they existed then the democracy would have been successful, for then the natural public sentiment of the country would have found expression. But, strange as it may appear, it is nevertheless true that the money power was able to check and finally overcome the popular sentiment. How that was done is now quite well understood. “On Tuesday the people spoke as they feel? In 1900 the power of money will assert itself to the utmost again. Whether it will succeed again I cannot say. Every student of our history knows how these forces have clashed in the past. Jefferson, Jackson and other great democrats were opposed to the same forces that opposed Bryan, and very much in the same way. The conflict to which I refer is one which has run through the history of many nations. It will be renewed in the future, both in America and in other countries. It is a struggle between selfishness on the one hand and humanity on the other. These are rather harsh words, but I believe they are true words. "Tuesday's elections show that the Issues of 1S96 are to be retried in 1900. In New York city national issues were not at stake. The tight there was local. But in the several state elections the old national Issues were on trial again. In the battles I fought in Kentucky, Nebraska, Ohio and other states the issues of last year were again at stake. “The democratic party will go forward; it will not recede: it will not temporize. It cannot compromise where principle is involved. “I am glad of the local victory in New York. I favored Van Wyck because he was the party nominee, and 1 am a party man. “1 hear it is said that the result in New York shows what the democracy can do when it is united. That is true. I always rejoice when we are united. I dislike feuds. “But still there must be no misunderstanding. We shall be united when all democrats get on the party platform and support the party candidate. There can be no minority dictation. If New York shall endeavor to change our party position on public questions it will fail. New York cannot lead in that direction. The truth is. New York democrats must recognize the fact that hereafter the great states of the west and south will control the policies of the party, and if they expect to be influential in party counsels they must get squarely In line with the democracy of states like Missouri and Illinois. T.he importance of the struggle of 1900 cannot be overstated. If the democracy is to win that battle we must get ready to begin now-. Organization is the only way to success. If the party Is properly organized we can win. If we go along in a slipshod fashion we shall lose. The cry from now on until the end of the century should be: ‘Organize! Organize!’ ” —Illinois State iiegister. DINGLEY TARIFF. Regarded by Trout* and Monopolist* a* a Good Thing. The Diirgley bill is the most complete and dismal failure in the history of tariff legislation. Of course the trusts and speculators who have amassed millions of dollars do not look at it ia that light, but so far as the great mass of the people are concerned it is one of the most vicious measures ever placed on our statute books. The tariff revenues of the government from August 1 to the end of the second week in September for the last three years has been as follows: 1S95.$3? <527.471 1S9G . 34.‘.n9.s;>S ll>S7... 2J,SS9.1>i

And we were yet suffering from the panic iu 1S95. In lS9t> we were in the heat of a presidential campaign, when “confidence was lost.” Now we are enjoying a “boom of prosperity” and our revenues have fallen off $12,000,000. The boy who imagined that he could eat his cake and at the same time keep it for future consumption was a wise political economist as compared with that McKinley brand of tariff inspiration which dreams of a protective tariff which will yield increased revenues. The only way to collect tariff revenues is to have goods imported into this country, and when you import goods into this country you throw the American workman out of a job. Is that toe difficult to understand? Let me try it again. You cannot manufacture goods in this country fora home market and collect tariff revenues on them at the New York custom house.—‘The New Time. PRESS COMMENTS. -Mark Hanna's organs are yelling “fraud” in Ohio elections. Well, they ought to know Mark Hanna.—Chicago Dispatch. -We infer from the remarks of the gold democrats who are being divorced from their federal jobs that they think there is alimony of some sort coming to them.—Washington Post. -In spite of the professed loyalty of the Foraker legislators Mr. Hanna will probably get out a fresh check book and take a firmer grasp on his bludgeon.—Chicago Chronicle*. -—If Mr. McKinley and his advisers haveany doubts about the consequences of federal interference in state elections, they have only to look at the returns from New York—and Ohio!—N. Y. World. -—Prosperity, aa dispensed by the grace of McKinley and Hanna, is altogether too exclusive; it is too much in spots. The western farmer who grows corn and the southern farmer who grows cotton have been overlooked in the unfair distribution, and so has the toiler in the east. Prosperity, to commend itself and win votes in the future and assure contentment should not be confined to a few successful office seekers and the growers of a single ceTeaL— Manchester (N. H.) Union.

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