Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 22, Number 83, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 5 July 1901 — Page 7

The Doctor’s Dilemma

CHAPTER VIII. Awfully fast time sped away. It was the second week in March I passed in Sark; the second week in May came upon me as if borne by a whirlwind. It was only a month to the day so long fixed upon for our marriage. My mother began to fidget about my going over to London to fit myself out ‘ with wedding clothes. Julia's was going on fast to completion. Our trip to Switzerland was distinctly planned out. Go I must to London; order my wedding suit I must. But first there could be no harm in running over to .Sark to see Olivia once more. As soon as I was married I would tell Julia all about her. But if either arm or ankle went wrong for want of attention, I should never forgive myself. It was the last time I could see Olivia before my marriage. Afterwards I should see much of her; for Julia would invite her to our house, and be a friend to her. I spent a wretchedly sleepless night; and whenever I dozed I saw Olivia before me. weeping bitterly, and refusing to be comforted. From St. Sampson’s we set sail straight for the Havre Gosselin. To my extreme surprise and chagrin, Captain Carey announced his intention of landing with me, and leaving the yacht in charge of his men to await our ret urn,.“The ladder is excessively awkward,” I objected, “and some of the rungs are loose. You don’t mind running the risk of a plunge into the water?” “Not in the least,” he answered cheerily; “for the matter of that, I plunge into It every morning at L’Ancresse. I want to see Tardif. He is one in a thousand, as you say; and one cannot see such a man every day of one’s life.” There was no help for it* and I gave In, hoping some good luck awaited me. I led the way up the zig-zag path, and just as we reached the top I saw the ■light, erect figure of Olivia seated upon the brow of a little grassy knoll at a short distance from us. Her back was towards us, so she was not aware of our vicinity; and I pointed towards her with an assumed air of indifference. “I believe that is my patient yonder,” I said; “I will just run across and speak to her, and then follow you to the farm.” “Ah!” he exclaimed, “there is a lovely view from that spot. I recollect it well. I will go with you. There will be time enough to see Tardif.” Did Captain Carey suspect 1 anything? Or what reason could he have for wishing to see Olivia? Could it be merely that he wanted to see the view from that particular spot? I could not forbid him accompanying me, but I wished him at Jericho. Olivia did hot hear our footsteps upon the soft turf, though we approached her very nearly. The sun shone upon her glossy hair, every thread of which seemed to shine back again. She was reading aloud, apparently to herself, and the sounds of her sweet voice were wafted by the air towards us. Captain Carey’s face became very thoughtful. A few steps nearer brought us in view’ of Tardif, who had spread his nets on the grass, and was examining them narrowly for rents. Just at this moment he was down on his knees, not far from Olivia, gathering some broken meshes together, but listening to her, with an expression of huge contentment upon his handsome face. A bitter pang shot through me. Could it be true by any possibility—that lie I had heard the last time I was in Sark? “Good day, Tardif,” shouted Captain Carey; and both Tardif and Olivia started. But both of their faces grew brighter at seeing us. Olivia’s color had come back to her cheeks, and a sweeter face no man ever looked upon. “I am very glad you are come once more,” she said, putting her hand in mine; “you told me in your last letter you were going to England.” I glanced from the corner of my eye at Captain Carey. He looked very grave, but his eyes could not rest upon Olivia without admiring her, as she stood before us, bright-faced, slender, erect, with the folds of her coarse dress falling about her as gracefully as if they were of the richest material.

“This is my friend, Captain Carey, Miss Olivia,” I said, “in whose yacht I have come to visit you.” “I am very glad to see any friend of Dr. Martin’s,” she answered as she held out her hand to him with a smile; “my doctor and I are great friends, Captain Carey.” “So I suppose,” he said significantly—or at least his tone and look seemed fraught with significance to me. “Tardif,’* I said, “Captain Carey came ashore on purpose to visit you and your farm." I knew he was excessively proud of his farm, which consisted of about four or five acres. He caught at the words with alacrity, and led the way towards his house with tremendous strides. Olivia and I were left alone, but she was moving after them slowly, when I ran to her, and offered her my arm, on. the plea that her ankle was still too weak to bear her weight unsupported. “Olivia!” I exclaimed, after we had gene a few yards, bringing her and myself to a sudden halt. Then I was struck dumb. I had nothing special to say to her. How was it I had called her so familiarly Olivia? “Well, Dr. Martin?” she said, looking into my face again with eager, inquiring eyes, as if she was wishful to understand my varying moods. “What a lovely place this is!” I ejaculated.' More lovely than any words I ever heard could describe. It was a perfect day, and a perfect view. The sea was like an opal. The, cliffs stretched below us, with every hue of gold and bronze, and hoary white, and soft grey; and here and there a black rock, with livid shades of purple, and a bloom upon if like a raven’s wing. Rocky islets, never trodden by human foot, over which the foam poured ceaselessly, were dotted all about the changeful surface of the water. And just beneath the level of my eyes was Olivia’s face—the loveliest thing there.

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though there was so much beauty lying around us. “Yes, it is a lovely place,” she assented; a mischievous smile playing about her lips. , - "Olivia,” I said, taking my courage by both hands, “it is only a month till my wedding day.” Was I deceiving myself, or did she really grow paler? It was but for a moment if it were so. But how cold the air felt all in an instant! The shock was like that of a first plunge into chilly waters, and I was shivering through every fiber. “I hope you will be happy,” said Olivia, “very happy. It is a great risk to run. Marriage will make you either very happy or very wretched.” “Not at all,” I answered, trying to speak gaily; “I do not look forward to any vast amount of rapture. Julia and I will get along very well together, I have no doubt, for we have known one another all our lives. Ido not expect to be any happier than other m«n; and the married people I have known have not exactly dwelt in Paradise. Perhaps your experience has been different?” “Oh, no!” she said, her hand trembling on my arm, and her face very downcast; “but I should have liked you to be very, very happy.” . So softly spoken, with such a low, faltering voice! I could not trust myself to speak again. A stern sense of duty towards Julia kept me silent; and we moved on, though very slowly' and lingeringly. “You love her very much?” said the quiet voice at my side, not much louder than the voice of conscience. “I esteem her more highly than any

other woman, except my mother,” I said. “Do you think she will like me?” asked Olivia, anxiously. “No; she must love you,” I said, with warmth; “and I, too, can be a more useful friend to you after toy marriage than I am now. Perhaps then you will feel free to place perfect confidence in us.” She smiled faintly, without speaking—a smile which said plainly she could keep her own secret closely. It provoked me to do a thing I had had no intention of doing, and which I regretted very much afterward. I opened my pocketbook and drew out the little slip of paper containing the advertisement. “Read that,” I said. But I do not think she saw more than the first line, for her face went deadly white, and her eyes turned upon me with a wild, beseeching 100k —as Tardif described it, the look of a creature hunted and terrified. I thought she w'ould have fallen, and I put my arm round her. She fastened both her hands about mine, and her lips moved, though I could not catch a word she was saying. “Olivia!" I cried, “Olivia! do you suppose I could do anything to hurt you? Do not be so frightened! Why, I am your friend truly. I wish to heaven I had not shown you the thing. Have more faith in me, and more courage.” “But they will find me, and force me away from here,” she muttered. “No,” I said; “that advertisement w’as printed in the Times directly after your flight last October. They have not found you yet; and the longer you are hidden the less likely they are to find you. Good heavens; what a fool I was to show it to to you!” “Never mind,” she answered, recovering herself a little, but still clinging to my arm; “I was only frightened for the time. You would not give me up to them if you knew all.” “Give you up to them!” I repeated bitterly. “Am I a Judas?” But she could not talk to me any more. She was trembling like, an aspen leaf, and her breath came sobbingly. All 1 could do was so take her home, blaming myself for my cursed folly. Tardif walked with us to the top of the cliff, and made me a formal, congratulatory speech before quitting us. When he was gone, Captain Carey stood still until he was quite out of hearing, and then stretched out his hand towards the thatched roof, yellow? with stonecrop andlichens. “This is a serious business, Martin,” he said, looking sternly at me; “you are in love with that girl.” “I love her with all my heart and soul!” I cried. The words startled me as I uttered them. They had involved in them so many unpleasant consequences, so much chagrin and bitterness as their practical result, that I stood aghast—even while my pulses throbbed, and my heart beat high, with the novel rapture of loving any woman as I loved Olivia. “Come, come, my poor fellow I” ‘ said Captain Carey, “we must see what can be done.” It was neither a time nor a place for

the indulgence of emotion of any kind. It was impossible for me to remain on the cliffs, bemoaning my unhappy fata. I strode on doggedly down the path, kicking the loose stones into the water as they came in my way. Captain Carey followed, whistling softly to himself. He continued doing so after we were aboard the yacht. “I cannot leave you like this, Martin, my boy,” he said, when we went ashore at St. Sampson’s; and he put his arm through mine. “You will keep my secret?” I said, my voice a key or two lower than usual. “Martin,” answered the good-hearted, clear-sighted old bachelor, “you must not do Julia the wrong of keeping this a secret from her.” “I must,” I urged. “Olivia knows nothing of it; nobody guesses it but you. I must conquer it” “Martin,” urged Captain Carey, -‘come up to Johanna, and tell her all about it.” Johanna Carey was one of the powers in the island. Everybody knew her; and everybody went to her for comfort or counsel. She was, of course, related to us all. I had always been a favorite with her, and nothing could be more natural than this proposal, that I should go and tell her of my dilemma. Johanna was standing at one of the windows, in a Quakerish dress of some grey stuff, and with a plain white cap over her white hair. She came down to the door as soon as she saw me, and received me with a motherly kiss. . “Johanna,” said Captain Carey, “we have something to tell you.” “Come and sit here by me,’’ she said, making room for me beside her on her sofa. “Johanna,” I replied, “I am in a terrible fix'.” “Awful!” cried Captain Carey sympathetically; but a glance from his sister put him to silence. “What is it, my dear Martin?” asked her inviting voice again. “I will tell you frankly,” I said, feeling I must have it out at once, like aa aching tooth. “I love, with all my heart and soul, that girl in Sark; the one who has been my patient there.” “Martin!” she cried, in a tone full of surprise and agitation, “Martin!” “Yes; I know all you would urge. My

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honor, my affection for Julia, the claims she has upon me, the strongest claims possible; how good and worthy she is; what an impossibility it is even to look back now. I know it all, and feel how miserably binding it is upon me. Yet I love Olivia; and I shall never love Julia.” A long, dreary, colorless, wretched life stretched before me, with Julia my inseparable companion, and Olivia altogether lost to me. Captain Carey and Johanna, neither of whom had tasted the sweets and bitters of marriage, looked sorrowfully at me and shook their heads. “You must tell Julia,” said Johanna, after a long pause. “Tell Julia!” I echoed. “I would not tell her for worlds!” “You must tell her,” she repeated'; “it is your clear duty. I know it will be most painful to you both, but you have no right to marry her with this secret on your mind.” “I should be true to her,” I interrupted somewhat angrily. “What do you call being true, Martin Dobree?” she asked, more calmly than she had spoken before. ‘’ls it being true to a woman to let her believe you choose and love her above all other women, when that is absolutely false? No; you are too honorable for that. I tell you it is your plain duty to let Julia know this, and know it at once.” Nothing could move Johanna from that position, and in my heart I recognised its righteousness. She argued with me that it was Julia’s due to hear it from myself. I knew afterwards that she believed the sight of her distress and firm love for myself would dissipate the infatuation of my love for Olivia. But she did not read Julia’s character as well as my mother did. Before she let me leave her I had promised to have my confession and subsequent explanation with Julia all over the following day; and to make this the more inevitable, she told me she should drive into St. Peter-port the next afternoon, about five o’clock, when she should expdet to find this troublesome matter settled, either by a renewal of my affection for my betrothed, or the suspension of the betrothal. In the latter case she promised to carry Julia home with her until the first bitterness was over. (To be continued.)

It Is stated that the wild boars In Windsor great park are to be shot, by order of King Edward. The herd wag presented to Queen Victoria by the Prince of Wales during bls tour in India. The animals have largely increased in numbers, and have bad to be killed off periodically. They have been a considerable source of attraction to visitors, but they are dangerous, and several people have narrowly escaped Injury. When a brakeman has curly hair, his associates call him “Curly.” But If he Is over six feet tall, however, they always can him “Shorty.”

Wild Boars in Windsor Park.

NO TARIFF REVISION.

THE REPUBLICAN SENTIMENT STRONGLY AGAINST IT. President McKinley and Leading' Senators and Congressmen Vigorously Opposed to Tinkering with the Duty Schedules at This Time. In response to a request by the American Protective Tariff League for an expression regarding the reopening of the tariff question, either by direct legislation or by the roundabout method of special trade treaties framed for the benefit of a few industries and at the expense of the general body of industries, a number of letters have been received from conspicuous members of the Fifty-seventh Congress. All of these letters are identical in rone and tenor. They are positively adverse to any scheme of meddling with the tariff schedules, now or in the near future. They tally exactly with the expressions of Congressman Taylor of Ohio before the Industrial Commission, and of Congressman Dalzell of Pennsylvania in an interview published after his return from an extended Western tour. A New England Senator writes: “It ig the old story over again—a protective tariff secured after long agitation and effort, resulting in business prosperity; then a movement in the direction of free trade in which those who would have reaped the benefit of protection are foolishly tempted to join. It is very discouraging.” A Mississippi Valley Congressman of marked prominence says: “Nine-tenths of the sentiment in favor of the Babcock bill is based upon Ignorance, misstatements of fact and prejudice growing out of recent consolidation of productive industries.” In a recent interview at Cleveland Senator Hanna declared that he did not believe the President ever said to M. Siegfried that he had ceased to be an ultra-protectionist and that the necessity for protection had largely disappeared. Senator Hanna said:

“From all the talks I have had recently with President McKinley I am of the opinion that he is as great a believer in protection as ever. “This talk that the next Congress will tinker with the Dingley tariff law at the suggestion of the President is all nonsense. The Dingley law is a scientific measure and will last for years to come. The President believes it is as necessary as ever before and will not, in my belief, advocate any changes whatever. He still believes in protecting the American industries wherever it is necessary. “The President, however, is a strong advocate of reciprocity, and would, I think, consider treaties along the line of mutual interest between this country and another. “If another country is willing to offer us something without duty which we need badly we shall be willing to reciprocate by opening the tariff wall a little and giving them something free of duty, as long as it does not interfere w’ith the protection of our industries. “The French reciprocity treaties would have been accepted had it not been for some objectionable tariff features. The treaties as they stood, if ratified by the United States, would have killed the knit goods industry in the New’ England States and the pottery business in Ohio. That is the reason they failed. As long as the United States is able to make reciprocity treaties with foreign countries without injuring American industries they will be made, and gladly.” The following Is from General Grosvenor, the Ohio Congressman, who has been said to be in a peculiar sense the reflector of the views of President McKinley on the floor of the House of Representatives: “Admitting that the repeal of the duties upon certain products of American industry might Injure and even destroy certain of the trusts, agitation of the question of the modification of the present tariff system would do more financial injury to the welfare of the country in one month than all the benefits that the most enthusiastic rainbow chaser of the suggestion has ever dreamed of. Let a party with political pow’er enough solemnly decide that they will enter upon the reorganization of the schedules of the present tariff law and business will stop as quickly as human life will stop when the blood ceases to circulate. By ‘stop’ I do not mean to cease absolutely, but the heart will beat more slowly, and the blood will flow' in paucity of amount and speed. “I do not believe that the placing of our products of iron and steel upon the free list would break up a single trust or impair the value of the stock of the United States Steel Company or any other of the combinations. There is no trouble about the trusts. Under our constitution as at present formed, Congress, in co-operation with tbe-State Legislatures, has ample power to do all that Is necessary, all that is just, all that is fair, in the regulation of combinations of money, capital and labor.”

At the Mercy of Europe. Furthermore, our ocean : borne commerce, in the absence of American ships in which to transport it is at the mercy of Europe. An outbreak of war, the turning loose of a fleet of commerce destroyers by the enemies of Great Britain, w'ould put an instant stop to American exports, because we are dependent upon British ships for the major part of our ocean transportation. Sound considerations of public policy, not the pecuniary Interests of any group of American capitalists, are behind the

proposed legislation to aid tn building up American deep-water shipping. The interests of foreign ship-owners are largely behind the opposition to that measure.—Seattle Post-Intelligencer. Let the Tariff Alone. The majority, sentiment of the Republican party is decidedly against any revision of the protective tariff of 1897. The present unparalleled prosperity of the country dates from the election of President McKinley in 1896 and the enactment into law of the protective tariff of 1896 known as the Dingley law’. It can lie said without fear of contradiction that this Republican tariff turned the tide of national adversity and hard times, and rescued the country from dire distress. The Democratic party predicted that the tariff of 1897 would be a dismal failure: that under Its provisions this country could not increase its export trade and foreign commerce. Both predictions have proved a failure. Foiled in their attempts to discredit the tariff and to make free silver and “militarism” vital issues, the Democratic party undertakes to argue that trusts are an outgrowth of the tariff, and that therefore the protective tariff on all trust-made goods must be placed on the free list. Such a policy would be dangerous, for it would destroy all domestic independent concerns and place the products more firmly than ever in the control of trusts. The policy under which the country has prospered—the bridge over which the people have traversed to success —must not be destroyed. If the tariff is meddled with present prosperity will disappear. Let the tariff alone.—Kalamazoo Telegraph. By Whom the Tariff Ta Needed. This country was never more prosperous than it is right now under the Dingley tariff, and as the prosperity began as soon as the Dtngley tariff was passed, and as there had been no prosperity under the tariff it displaced, it is fair to attribute a large share of the existing prosperity to the Dingley tarIff. There are trusts in Great Britain, where there is no protective tariff, and the biggest trust, so-called, in this country, the Standard Oil Company, has no tariff protection. The trusts do not need the tariff in order to exist, but the independent manufacturers. In order to maintain their competition with the trusts, do need the tariff protection. The larger share of existing labor troubles is due to the demagogic tirades against trusts in which Democratic papers are indulging now in the same fashion that they inveighed before the day of trusts against “robber barons.” The people are not oppressed so far tjy the exactions of the protected trusts or of the tariff. There is not a single article, the product of protected industry, well established in this country, which is not cheaper to-day than it was before the protective duty was imposed. —Louisville Commercial. A Flourishing Growth.

Let Well Enough Alone. , When we are well off it is a good time to quit experiments. The results of the Wilson-Gorman act are a little too fresh In the memory of the people. The reduction In the average tariff by this act was comparatively small, yet it was big enough to paralyze Industry and Inaugurate a financial panic that it has taken several years to recover from. Let well enough alone.—Lincoln (Neb.) Journal. Overtime and Halftime. It will be noted that in aU strike settlements these days, provisions are made for payment for overtime, either at time-amtadialf or double rates. The question of overtime does not concern wage earners during free trade tariffs. Half the workmen are satisfied with full time, and all the rest would be glad of half time.

Americans in Venice.

Two American men in Venice spent their first evening loafing round the lagoons in a gondola—lt being moonlight, of course, and all the rest of the sentimental, charming things it Is always in Venice. “Here comes a gondola,” stage-whis-pered one American to the other, “that probably contains a pair of lovers. See how absorbed those two dim figures evidently are In each other; the gondolier, other gondolas, the witchery of the moonlight, and the place-to all of It they are oblivious. Oh, what a spot for sentiment; the air is full of it!” And as the two gondolas glided past each other the Americans heard the unmistakable accepts of a fellow countryman— “l’ll see your three and raise you five.”

INDIANA INCIDENTS.

RECORD OF EVENTS OF THE PAST WEEK. Assaulted by Five Hoodlums—Cyclonic Storm in Many Parte of State—Enoch Arden in Modern Life— Whisky Explosion Kills a Man. Five men, four of whom are now trader arrest, brutally assaulted Letha Puckett, 26 years old, a domestic in the employ of a prominent family, after frightening away her- escort. The assault occurred in a much-frequented woods about a mile from the eastern limits of Muncie. As soon as she could the girl staggered through the hot sun three miles to central police headquarters, where she reported the outrage. A patrol wagon with half a dozen officers visited the woods, and found all the men except one. They belong to the city’s lowest gang. The girl says she fought them until she was exhausted. Walter Richards and Arthur Favors, two young men who know the girl's assailants, were passing, and, seeing signs of a struggle, went to the girl’s assistance, but were driven awdy. She says that in company with Henry Inglehart she went walking. As they were passing pear the woods the two were accosted by “Shug” McCarthy, who said he was an officer come to arrest them for trespassing. At this point Inglehart deserted her and she was dragged into the woods by McCarthy. The four men charged with the crime are James, alias “Shug" McCarthy, Charles Smith, William Tharp and Arthur Shepp. Return* Like Enoch Arden. The story of how Enoch Arden left his wife only to return after many years and find her remarried has been vividly illustrated by Aaron Gidler of Madison County, who mysteriously disappeared from his home thirty years ago, leaving a wife and one small child. Mrs. Gidler, thinking she had been abandoned by her husband or that he had met with foul play, married Joseph Hurbler eight years ago and moved from Indiana >to Missouri. Gidler has now returned in search of hi.s wife. He says he was suddenly stricken with the gold fever, and leaving his work one day set off for California. He was afterward taken sick and has since been unable to find his wife. Three Killed by Lightning. Damaging storms prevailed over large portions of Indiana. Crops in northerb Indiana, especially in Allen County, were badly damaged. Thirty oil derricks and many barns and houses were demolished by lightning in Blackford County. Three persons were killed and several injured by lightning. The storm took on cyclonic aspects at several places. At Marion the First Presbyterian Church was struck by lightning and badly damaged; James Rowans* saloon near the soldiers’ home was struck and partially destroyed. Ffve men who were in the saloon were knocked senseless. Whiskey Causes Fatal Fire. While repairing a drawbar on a Vandalia freight car at Logansport which was loaded with whisky Lawrence Beeson was killed, William Eskins was fatally and Calvin Neff and John Moore were dangerously injured. A spark from the well ignited a barrel of whisky and explosion and fire followed. Eskins was literally cooked to death. Neff and Moore jumped into the canal with their clothing on fire and were rescued just in time to prevent death by drowning. Kills a Woman and Himself. Albert Towne, aged 26 years, a glass cutter, shot and killed Mrs. William Granger at Frankton, and then took his own life. Towne was a boarder at the Granger home for two years, and was forced to leave there because his attentions to Mrs. Granger were repulsed. Within Our Borders. The pea crop is said to be slightly short in some localities. The brick famine at Shelbyville has been broken, one kiln having turned out a large burning. The Hartford City Paper Company ha< purchased 70,000 acres of Canadian forests for wood pulp. George Waldron, aged 19, and “Doc” White, aged 14. were drowned in a pond east of Terre Haute. Ex-Congressman Henry U. Johnson, Richmond, and John Robbins, opposing attorneys in a railroad case before Judge Barnard, New Castle, came lo blows in the court room, and were each fined $25. The fight was spirited until the men were pulled apart by a deputy sheriff.

Alex. S. Mcßride, ex-trustee of Franklin township, mortally wounded James Greene of Freedom by shooting him through the right lung. Greene had assaulted Dow- Hickam, an employe of McBride, and was ordered from the premises. He left muttering threats against both their lives. Later Greene came to Mcßride & Courims’ store and began abusing Mcßride, who drew- a revolver and shot him. Greene is a day laborer. Councilman W. B. Woolley, prominent in Anderson as a manufacturer and political leader, was publicly whipped by Mrs. Benjamin Lukens. The joman, accompanied by her stepson, Ben i.ukens, Jr., drove to Mr. Woolley’s home just as the manufacturer arrived home for dinner. Mrs. Lukens accosted him and then struck him across the face a stinging blow with a rawhide. The assault was maintained with surprising fierceness for several seconds. As Mrs. Lukens applied the whip her son knocked Mr. Woolley down and kicked him in the head several times. Then the mother and son re-en-tered their carriage and left Mr. Woolley bleeding and dazed on the sidewalk. The affair is the r»-sult of the sensational suit filed a few days ago and Mr. Woolley’s reply thereto. Mrs. Lukens and herjf >n were arrested ami released on * It is reported at Laporte that the syndicate controlling the franchise for an electric line between Laporte and Michigan City is preparing to begin the road soon. 1 Ernest E. Steadman, aged 24 year*, died in the Indianapolis city hospital from the effects of excessive cigaret smoking. For years he had consumed four or fiv* boxes a day. George Lock was drowned in White river, at Indianapolis, and his young wife, whom he married five days before, attempted to jump into the water white divers were seeking the body.