Pike County Democrat, Volume 28, Number 48, Petersburg, Pike County, 8 April 1898 — Page 3

A beautiful From till night. The little si are And flash for fun. And Joyfully the sea.

The mighty rivers run. And twice ten thousand flowers. And twice ten thousand more. Are waking In the lonesome woods And by the cottage door. To count the Easter lilies Is more than you or I Can hope to do the long day through How hard soe er we try. Every face is beaming. Every step is light, : For o'er the threshold Easter slipped At waning of the night. And little birds are singing Like mad for joy of life, . And all the hours. Int sun and ‘ showers, j With brimming Joy are rife. T'pllft the songs of Easter. Let none to-day be still. When this great world is like a cup That flowers overfill. When blossoms deck the orchard. And boughs are pink and white. And winds go by. like wings that fly. From merry morn till ntght. —Margaret E. gangster, in Youth’s Companion.

H. HENRY," said M r. Montague's wife, as she carae from the diningroom and quietly removed the paper he was reading from his hands

— now long tou carried this letter in j our pocket?” “What letter?—that?—why, it only came yesterday. You can see tbe date that is stamped upon Jhc envelope.” “Well, 1 didn’t know. You are very careless—you know you are. That letter that came from aunty—” “What about this other?? he skillfully interrupted, ‘tit's from Jack. I *ee." lie reached fjpr Jus.jutjxrr with a movement at once diplomatic and tentative. | ■ “ThntV exactly what I came to tell yon atx-ut. It’s very thoughtful of him, I know, but—well. wc'll see what you Chink. He writes,” she said, consulting the letter, “ T met your one-tiny? cuimirer—’ No, that isn’t the part. Here it is. ‘SlunSbly, dear, I’ve got a scheme that’s top notch. I want you to let me get you an Easter bonnet, here in thc city. Some stunners in the shops —knock the spots off anything you can get in Mayfield. It liegins to look as if I won't be able to get away from the college, and I'd like to have some sort of a »hare iu the festive season there at Lome. Leave it to me, won’t you, Muirbly ?—and I’ll rig you out ou time in a crystallized dream.’ “First. what does he mean by knocking off the spots?’ ” she inquired. *T suppose that’s just an expression of lus,. Low her. Now, what do you think?” “I think it is,” said Henry, who was looking furtively at uis paper; “I guess tLhat’ i it.” *T!tr.ry Montague, you haven’t heard a word.” Sl>« took the paper and put it behind her. **1 meant what do you think of his plan”'* “Good scheme. Best I’Ve heard of. Lei him gn the contraption there by all means. There—I refer to the bonnet, ■ Fenny—don’t feel hurt. I know they have some—well, some very unusual effects in the city. I think perhaps you’d avoid unpleasant complications, and Lave something new to Mayfield to wear. Yes, let him do it.” And he reached for his paper—and failed to get it. “I believe I will. Of course, I always like to telect, hup 1 said last year that I’d ne\tr, never trade at Miss Le Fevrt’s again. Just to think that her miserable mismanagement should have parted two such f riends—but 1 was surprised at Helen—at Mrs. Kapulctte—to think slic’d wear a bpnnet that she must have known was mine, or at least not the one she had ordered.” “Did—yob-wear—hers?” said he, with an imitation yawn. “Why. of .course! Now,what a question! 1 bad to wear something—1 -couldn't order another one then. Henry, you are positively foolish at times. 1 remember I said to Miss Le Fevre, when I picked it out—” “Yes, | remember the story," interrupted her husband, consulting his watch and startiug to arise. “Well,” said she, as she pushed him hack gently to his seat, “you always forget that lavender ard pink are positive] j hideous on me, and why in the world Hel—Mrs. Kapulctte—couldn’t have managed to send my bonnet home when •he found the mistake bad been made—4 * “Did she know it was yours?” asked Henry, beginning to be rather more insidiously sarcastic than enthusiastic about this oft-repeated tale; “did she go along when yon gaTe the order?** “No; you know she didn’t! I meant to give her a pleasant surprise—and that was her way of receiving my effort. Your questions are childish, Henry. She might have guessed that * *canary’ wm* exactly my color—nrecise

ly what anyone with my taste and complexion would be sure to select—end Miss Le Ferre's girl—” “There—there’s Billings out at the gate. Good-by, my dear. Give Jack my lore when you write—sorry he can’t be up for Easter. Good-by.” Mr. Montague clapped bis hat on his head, saluted his wife; made a grab for his cane and departed. Then Mrs. Montague sat down to thipk of the trials of that time, a little j less than a year before. There never had been In the world, she thought, suqh , a long and beautiful friendship as that between herself and Helen Kapulette. To think that after having gone to the same identical school together—the best of chums—they were married the very same day—to travel in separate directions later, to be sure—-and both had moved to Mayfield at last to live. Mrs. Montague recalled: every detail of her order for that fatal Easter bounet; exactly that delicate shade of yellow, and what' the trimmings were—and everything. Then the changes she had ordered; the exasperating slowness and stnpidity of Miss Le Fevre; the crazed j despair, when, that Saturday night she returned so late from calling with Helen, to find that her bonneinad not yet arrived. And then that awful time on Easter morning, before the girl came weakly up the steps and handed in— the wrong bonnet—a bonnet she had never seen before—a horrid nightmare of a thing in lavender and pink, which she had to wear or stay at home—new blue silk and all. She wouldn’t have believed that Helen could have worn her own very bonnet— and with veiling over the yellow at that —and then be so hateful. She wondered vaguely if they ever would speak to each other again. No. she didn’t believe they would; she didn’t believe that Helen was half so ready to forget and forgive as she. Well, she would just let Jack get the bonnet in the city this year, and let the people of Mayfield stare if they wished. So at length she arose and went to her desk to write to her grown-up “boy.” In the course of time, and several days before Easter, the bonnet from' the I great metropolis arrived along with a I note from Jack, deploring the fact that he could not have carried it home in person. It was really a jewel., a dainty creation of airy, graceful feathers on a moss-green frame and .subdued with violets that were poised with an exquisite grace, where they nodded apd smiled and seemed to~d*e tossing the sweetest of perfume kisses to all who were gracious enoxigh to behold. But Easter morning! Ah. how it I brightly outjeweled all others of the j

net on parade—but her undercurrent of thought was still of Helen, though she parried the questions of her husband with the lightest digressions. Up the steps of the miniature cathedral the brilliant throng of Mayfield was bwarming, faces turned—amid the gayety of dancing plumes and blooms that courtesied from bonnet to bonnet —to note what their neighbors had found or created to grace the happy occasion. Within, as Mr. and Mrs. Montague walked calmly up the aisle, the organ was pealing exultantly, pouring forth its thousand voices of praise in an exuberant and swelling river of harmony, as if itself were the fountain of melodies divine.. They took their seats, and reached, like children, each for the hand of the other, to exchange a gentle pressure. No sooner had Mrs. Montague commenced a rapid survey of the congregation—in which her glance went flitting from one exotic to another, like a butterfly in clover—than she found herself, abruptly, looking in the face and at the bonnet of Mrs. Kapulette. And Helen in return was looking at her and hers, and the gaze of each was suddenly held, transfixed. Well might the old-time friends opefl eyes of amazement—their bonnets were counterparts—precise reproductions— each of the other; the same moss green, the same spray of feathers, airy and filmy, the same mass of violets, nodding and smiling and tossing their perfume kisses across the aisle and seats of the chancel. Both in confusion at last were glad to divert their eyes to the hymn books, held below the pews; but qeither was reading, nor praying, nor seeing a thing but the twin of her bonnet, and wondering with might and main how this singular duplication had been made possible. Mrs. Kapuletti was guilty of stealing a “peek” from the sides of her eyes. Mrs. Montague was timidly attempting a similar sortie. The glances met and fell again to the books. The service commenced, but nothing was heard or observed, except in a dim, uncertain, mechanical manner, by the two. They were quite enough engrossed with attempts to fiauk the enemy. In the midst of the battle of glances, which had gone so far that each was now feeling singularly humorous and amused, their gaze was focused on a striking pair of -tall young people gliding silently by and tip the aisle side by side. They were Julia Kapulette, the daughter of Helen, and John Henry Montague, the son of Fanny. And they sat in.

PRECISE REPRODUCTIONS—EACH OF THE OTHER

year. The sun shone warmly from a flawless sky of turquoise Lute; the trees wore freshest, fairest emerald leaves, or pearl and ruby blossoms; the grass was asparkle with diamond dew, and the birds were chorusing in anthems as clear and sweet as the crystal tinkle, tinkle rung from pebbles by the brook. Mr. and Mrs. Montague not only were in harmony w ith all the scene, but were really a part and parcel of it, as. with faces gay with smiles, they slowly walked the wav to church. The bells had never sounded half so musical and liquid bright—that is, except on one occasion, to which, indeed, Mr. Montague was moved now to allude. "Just such a morning as this," said he, with a buoyancy in his voice, "that we went to the chapel—so many, and yet it seems so very few years ago. What a day that was! And what a lot of sunshine we have had ever since!" c “Oh, yes! And didn't the girls look pretty—and Helen—Mrs.—Mrs. KapuleUe?" “I’d call her Helen—wouldn’t you, Fanny—to-day? Wasn’t it odd that Helen should have been the one to introduce us? What a lively pair you used to make—you twok” A glow had come in the cheek of Mrs. Montague and an extra brightness in her eyes. She felt a yearning toward the girl who had been her chum—the tall young lady who had found her mate —the matronly woman whom long she had loved. “I wish I could see the way." she mused aloud; "but I know she wouldn't meet—” “What way, my dear?" said her husband, when she paused. “What do you know—about whom? Who wouldn’t meet what?" “I was just thinking what a lovely bonnet that it on that lady ahead!** She chatted along admiringly—as well she might, having really the prettiest bon

a pew together and sang from a single book. Now began, in the breasts of two indulgent and admiring mothers, a conflict of emotions and a struggle so intense that music, sermon, songs and prayers, and all the people but themselves, were merged in a shadowy dream of unreality, to say no word of the puzzle in their brains. Then, to add to their fantasy of thought and to set them whirling in a wilder field of conjecture, those “youngsters,” making a show of arranging the overcoat of Jack, in their seat, at the end of a hymn, turned coyly about and smiled the gayest, most knowing of smiles in the wondering faces of their parents, doing first the honor to one and then with utter impartiality to the other. The mothers were more than ever amazed; but not to say that each began to entertain suspicions of something unusual between their “children” would certainly be to do no justice at all to that other sense in womankind. which is duly acknowledged under the explanation that all possess an intuitive faculty of “finding things out.” Slowly, very slowly, the face of Mrs. Montague came squarely around, unabashed, un-everything but quizzical. Likewise the countenance of Mrs. Kaj>ulette. innocent of everything but dnmb though eloquent inquiry, turned deliberately about to that of her friend. Their glances met without a quiver; they scanned each other’s expression for light on the mystery: then, playing through the eyes of each, came gleams of old-time merriment and sparks of mischief, and over the face of each a flush of color from the heart. In a second they were smiling in spite of 411 they could do, while the blossoms on their bonnets insisted on nodding and bobbing across the space intervening in a way that was nothing short of the

veriest fellowship and sweet familiar* ity. For Helen and Fanny the Easter i service was a dream of music, smiling faces and weddings of the past and the future, but the whole was far too long. They would fain awake and span the gulf between—and yet were vaguely la doubt to think of what they would say. When at last, to the peals of a glorious postludium, the congregation turned to move to the door in calm procession, young Jack and the blushing Julia came tripping down the aisle in time to take their respective mothers by the arm and halt them face to face in the vestibule. “We came from town to surprise you both," said Jack, “and—ahem—to—to ask you for each other. I want Julia and Julia wants me, and It was for that reason we sent the bonnets.’* And the bonnets, being twins, resisting each other no longer, came nearer and nearer together, till at length the nodding violets on either one leaned forward and commingled lovingly with those upon the other.—Ella Stirling Cummins, in American Queen.

AN EASTER LESSON. The Spirit of I*pve, Hope, Cheer Md Fatih. -It is ever the same, jet never the same. This Easter, as oil the Easter days before, will set the bells a-swing-ing. and will pile all the altars high with blossoms. Think for one moment of the chorus of praise that will go up on Easter morning from all the churches in all the lands of all the Christian w orld. And that thought alone is enough to make jour own heart echo with the Easter joy and praise. Think again of the myriads and myriads of flowers about the church altars and in the homes of the high and the low. And remember, how all through this beautiful springtime they have been getting ready for this festal day. Look at the Easter from the universal standpoint. Ask yourselves how.much of all the great world’s work and life are due to love and hope and cheer and faith. We shall find leaning down upon these qualities all that spirit which makes our homes lovely. All that spirit which has built our hospitals and our churches. All that spirit which has made our nation worth living and dying for. And then let us remember that these blessed things, love and hope and faith, come to us through that triumphant life that swung wide the gates of Easter and let the King of Glory in. Tf we begin by looking into the significance of all that Easter means universally we are far more apt to get what it means individually to evei*jr soul. Or, if individually, our hearts are not yet lu perfect attune with Easter music and Easter praise, we have the better joy of being glad that upon all the rest of this weary world the Son of Righteousness has risen. Whether to us it is or is not the holy day, our hearts cannot fail to respond joyfully to the fact that, since He is risen, it is the world’s great holiday. — Washington Home Magazine.

THE DATE OF EASTER. Why It lm Sometime* Early and at Other Times Late. The date of Easter is determined by the ecclesiastical calendar of the Catholic church. It is a very complicated and laborious affair invented by Lilius, a Neapolitan astronomer and s.vge, under Pope Gregory XUI., at >hc close of the sixteenth century. It would be preposterous to tax the brains of modern readers with the abstruse calculations by which the date of Easter is determined, but a few general rules might be given for their enlightenment. The regulations of the council of Xice are four: First. Easter must be celebrated on a Sunday; second, this Sunday must follow the fourteenth day of the paschal moon; third, the paschal moon is that moon whose fourteenth day falls on <*? next follows the day of the verna* equinox; fourth, the equinox is Sxed fa variably in the calendar on the 21st day of March. This calendar moon, it should be remembered, is not the moon of the heavens nor j-et the moon of the astronomers, but it is an imaginary moon created for ecclesiastical convenience. From these conditions it follows that Easter Sunday cannot happen earlier than the 2£d of March or later than the 25th of April.—Detroit Free Press. AFTERMATH.

Mrs. Cobwigger—I never think of visiting iuy milliner's for a month or so after Easter. Mrs. Dorcas—Why so, my dear? Mrs. Cobwigger—It really isn’t a fit place for a vvoman, because the men are there swearing about their wives* bills. —N. Y. World,_ A Mind Diseased. “My wife gave me a terrible shock last night.” “What was it?" “I offered her money for an Easter bonnet, and she said she believed she would spend it on a new saddle for her wheel.”—Detroit* Freet Press.

RUNS UPON THE TREASURY. The Movement of Gold la Controlled to a Great Exteat by the Money Power.

Some of the gold standard papers are jxulting over t he fact that no runs are bow being made upon the treasury, and they sagely inform us that when there is no danger of the money standard being tampered with the people don’t care for the gold. They forget, apparently, that the heaviest runs upon the treasury took place in the very midst of Mr. Cleveland's administration, long before the Chicago platform declared for free silver, when there was no indication that it would do so, and when in fact it looked as if the free silver cause had received* its death blow. They also for1 get that the runs in & great measure ceased in the summer and fall of 1896; when Bryaaism was sweeping like wildfire over the country and seemed to stand at least an even chance of winning. What do these facts prove? Simply this: That- the^great- financiers can either loot the treasury or stop looting ! it, almost at will. Another bond issue | in the fall of 1896 would have landed Mr. Bryan in the presidential chair, and i the Morgan-Rothschild syndicate saw | to it that there was none. Nor would it have done to have another immediately after the election, for it would have belied every campaign promise that the gold men had made. Shortly thereafter the heavy exports of grain and breadstuffs, turned the balance of trade this way, and checked the outflow of gold. Hence there was no occasion.for runs upon the treasury. Nobody wants gold fof internal use. Paper is almost universally preferred. It is the foreign demand that rakes the treasury*. That foreign demand must be met whether we have the gold standard or any other. What that foreign demand may be/will always depend upon commercial conditions. subject to the great ability' of the money power of the two continents to interfere with the free flow of gold by manipulation of the exchange. But this is a thing which will not anti cannot be continued indefinitely. The controlling factor is primarily the course of trade. But loans and other investments creating a condition of indebtedness separate and apart from that which arises from the mere buying and selling of goodb will also have an important bearing. If our exports of merchandise amount to 5100,000,900 more than our imports, thep with all other conditions equal, $100,000,000 in specie would come to us in settlement of the balance. But if we had an interest charge of $100,000,000 to pay, or if we paid a like sum in freights, or if American travelers used the same amount in meeting the expenses of their journeys—in any of j these cases the balance due us would j be absorbed and we would get no specie I from other countries, unless it were sent here simply for investment. Hence we see that in dealing with the movement of specie we cannot confine our observations to trade balances alone. If we had no foreign payments to make ' except for current purchases of goods we would have no trouble about our reserves for either gold or silver, for the balances are almost universally our way. But we have heavy' charges to meet entirely separate and apart from ! any matter connected with the mere i excange of goods. Our foreign debt has been variouslyxestimated at from $5,000,000,000 to $$.060,000,000. Very little of this vast sum has been actually sent here for investment. The great bulk of it is the result of reinvestment in profits which profit themselves from the labor of the American people. But the interest upon it has to be paid just the same. So do the freight charges and the expenses of the American travelers. The aggregate amount of these can only be estimated, but is certainly not less than $350,000,000, and it is probably considerable in excess of that sum. During the last year our sale of goods exceeded our purchases something like $356,000,000. And ye.t the exports and imports of gold very nearly balance each other. This startling circumstance can be accounted for in no other way than by reference to the demands which Europe holds against us in the shape of interest, freights and travelers’ expenses. But commercial conditions during the Inst year have been altogether abnormal. Our shipments of wheat-antf other foot! products have been extraordinary. Under average crop conditions abroad, we cannot reasonably expect a balance of more than half what it was last year. With smaller exports and lower prices as the London Financial News says, a drain of gold will begin again. Runs

upon the treasury will be sure to ioiiow unless the banks furnish the gold for export, which they probably will not do. They will prefer to draw it from the treasury, induce the administration to issue more bonds, and then ascribe It to the silver agitation. As already stated the great financiers can to aeon- i siderable extent control the movement of gold. They can guard the treasury against runs by furnishing from their own vaults the gold needed for export as they did prior to 1S93. They can. fora time, check the international movement of gold by manipulating the exchange, or by not insisting upon the immediate payments of their dues. But in the long run gold is bound to go where the commercial demand for it is the strongest. A tremendous struggle fdr it is going on all the time, and as the gold standard • i* extended to more and more nations it becomes more and more intense. In such, a atruggle the debtor states are at such a dreadful disadvantage, Ihey can only get gold by paying more for It than the creditor nations will. That is, they must put down the prices of the things which they sell. The lower the prices fall the more goods it takes to pay a given amount of debt, and the more goods arc sold the lower the prices are, until a point is reached at which the debts cannot be paid at all, and then comes national bankruptcy. Of course, with our immense resources such a condition may not be imtnediately at hand, but under the gold standard the tendencies are all that way. H. r. BARTINIS.

MONEY IB THE BANES. How It la Atccted by the* Expaa«l«a •t Beataeaa Thronsboet the

“Matthew Marshall,” in his weekly Sun Review, has a way of so tangling up his logic that every little while he finds himself compelled to take back track on some argument previously advanced. Once in awhile he tangles himself up in the same paper. This is the case in his review in a recent issue. Just now the most important question bearing on the problem of sustaining the business of the city, and especially; of the stock market, is the matter of ha continuance of the withdrawal at money by interior banks from heir deposits in .New York banks. How far will it go, how far can it be replaced?* Wo quote: “The panic of 1893 was her* aided, and, in a great measure, precipitated, by the action of the countrybanks in withdrawing from the banka of this city the money which they had on deposit with them. This year, too, similar withdrawals of country banks* deposits preceded the panic we are witnessing, though it cannot be said that they contributed to produce it as the withdrawals of 1S93 contributed to produce the panic of that year. Our banks, our government and the country generally, owing to our large excess of exports for a year past, are in a far stronger position than they were in 1893. We are importing gold instead of exporting it; and both the banks and the treasury can endure, without injury, a far greater silver depletion than that whi«h they had to endure in 1S93. Consequently we may reasonably expect that the present panic, though similar in its character to that of 1893, will not he extensive, nor produce so long-continued depression.” >. Whenever, for any reason, the country begins to draw down its balance in New York, all our business is disturbed and put to loss. It doesnot matter whetl^r the withdrawals are caused by fear of a foreign war, or by an expansion of business elsewhere, giving profitable use for money. The result is the same « to New York. The city business, whether, commercial, mercantile, investment or speculative, must stand the shrinkage and obstruction of trade. In this same paper “Matthew Marshall” complains that the withdrawal, by country banks, of balances in legal tenders has compelled our banks to pay out gold which nobody wishes to 4 handle, and at the same time make a stock attack upon silver, saying that the treasury has $400,000,000 of it which, no one will handle, and that it is only the people of the southwest, who use a good deal of siirer ifl thdr busioess^ and those of the Pacific coast, who use gold, that believe that a large u^e would gtve increased value to silver! If hia argument proves anything, it is that metallic money is desired by nobody, except as a base'for more convenient paper money. If the facts he cites, showing how constantly the business . and the banks of New York are threatened by withdrawals of money by country banks prove anything, it is that the base is not big enough to sus- ^ tain the growing business of the country.: While business has been growing, the base of the currency to carry it on has been made smaller instead of larger, and with the business of the country expanding and finding outlet through other channels than the port of New York, and thus requiring the i use of more, money at these competing | points, as well as. at points of production, the banks and the business of 1 New York are having it forced upon them that there is not enough money to {fo around whenever there is a general expansion of trade, or a scare of any kind calculated to lock up money.? They will find, too, that the loss will be hardest on the city most dependent on great balances belonging to other sections, liable to be withdrawn at any time without notice. So far as Wall street is concerned there is more in this than in any danger from Spanish guns, and it is a.dangerthat, like the poor, we always have with us. Metallic money will not do for New York or other cities. -■ But- if we must have it on a base for currency and credit, we must have enough of it, whether gold or silver, so that the business of this city and. the safety of its banks, which must carry the business cannot be at any time i threatened by influences that produce a concentration of money where it i> owned.—N. Y. Financial Record.

POINTS AND OPINIONS. -Senator Hanna expects to take a European trip when congress adjourns. Spain ought to give him a cordial reception.—Chicago Dispatch. -Mark Hanna seems to be desirous of keeping in the background, and he should be allowed this privilege. Mr. Hanna makes a very good background. —Peoria Herald. -It is interesting to observe that Hon. Xeise Dingley is not talking enthusiastically of war to vindicate the national honor. He is, however, talking much about a war tax. Mr. Dingley: has given us taxes enough for awhile.— St. Louis Republic. -The farmers ant west are reported to be naming their babies after Joseph Leiter in honor of his services in making wheat sell at one dollar or better a bushel Alas, for the ingratitude and forgetfulness of man! Was it not McKinley who made dollar wheat?— Springfield (Mass.) Republican. -If President McKinley values the $ confidence and respect of the people he must break with his sordid friends and hangers-on. If he wants to be credited with an honest effort to meet the present crisis with an eye single to the honor and highest interests of the American people he must rebuke and thrust aside the men who are placing upon the administration* Hie shameful imputation of being controlled by the interests of money sharks and speculators.—St. Louis Post-Dispatch.