Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 27, Number 50, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 12 June 1897 — Page 3

BUSINESS IN DIXIE.

HO LIMIT TO THE SOUTH'S INDUS TRIAL POSSIBILITIES.

Views of a Southern Republican- Railroads and the Iron Business- Negro labor and Its Real Value- The Black Man

In Office and Out.

[Special Correspondence.]

the much derided Hancock said, that

the tariff is a local issue. People from almost every state in the south have sought protection for one or more pet industries, and the Democrats in the house who voted for the bill were southerners.

I had a talk recently with a distinguished southern Republican about the condition of the south and its industries. This gentleman says the iron industry of the south, while it shows a steady increase, is not being conducted at a profit. "It is simply turning over dollars now," he said. "It has made money for many men and increased enormously. In 1868 the south produced only 90,000 tons of pig iron. In 1890 the product was 1,900,000 tons and in 1896 it was 2,3000,000, but our pig iron costs us about $ 6.50 or $7 a ton loaded on the cars. The freight to New York, where 20 per cent of our product is sold, is $4 a ton. That makes the pig iron cost us $11 a ton in New York, and we have to sell it in competition with the Englishman, who pays only 25 cents a ton freight- merely the cost of lowering it into the hold of the ship and taking it out again."

He said he could not see any prospect of the betterment of the pig iron trade with the coming of the good times which are promised. There will be some increased demand for steel rails for the railroads, but the south makes no steel.

Railway Extension.

"This, by the way, is the ideal time for railroad extension," he said. "Rails are cheap, fish plates are cheap, rolling stock is cheap. You can buy three locomotives now for what you used to pay for one. Even the roadbed is cheaper. But what stands in the way of railroad development and will continue to stand there is the enormous fixed charges of the big lines. They are paying interest in some cases on $60,000 a mile where you could construct a road now for $10,000. They stand in the way of independent railroad construction because a new line must make connection somewhere with established roads and these roads squeeze all the substance out of the new line iu prorating oil through traffic/" I asked if there was any indication of business improvement in the south. "Nothing material yet," he said, "but the south can do anything it pleases. Theie is hardly a manufacturing industry in which it cannot compete with the north if it has the energy and the enterprise to develop its resources." "Does not the climate put a limitation on its capacity?" I asked. "No,"'said the southerner. "They said we couldn't make ice, but we have done it. They said we could not make certain kinds of cottons, but we are making as good cottons as any one." "Is there a lack of local capital, then? Or is there lack of business capacity?" "The Inmans and many other southern people have shown their ability to compete with the northern business man by going to New York and making large fortunes, but many of our people who have made fortunes have not remained in the south, and there is a lack of local capital for development purpose's. Most of the capital must come from the north."

What is the ondition of the labor problem?" "The south has today as good labor as there is in the country and cheaper labor than you will find anywhere else. If the southern people only understood it, they have iu the negro populatu labor which, if handled properly, would make them all wealthy. The negro is a good workman, and, if he is paid for his work, he will work hard. The race prejudice of the southern people blinds them. They pay the negro in the couutry only $8 or $9 a month, and often this is paid in supplies at high prices. The negro always has a family of little ones at home. He must be away all day working for enough to feed and clothe them. At the end of the year he is no better off than he was at the beginning. aud his children have been growing like weeds, all uncared for. They develop into lazy boys and shiftless men. The people of the south think

the negro cannot do as much work as a white man. In my experience I have found that be will do as much work and as good work in some lines if you make it an object, I had in my place a white man getting $2.75 a day for some special 1 work, and his negro helper, to whom I paid $1.25 a day. The white man had to quit work, and the foreman offend the negro piece pay. On the first day the negro did alone, and did well more than he and white man had done together usually I don't claim that that case is typical, but it illustrates why my experience shows- that when you pay the negro for his work he can do good work. He makes an excellent mechanic. Put him at on kind of work and he becomes quite expert at

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WASHINGTON, June 7.—One curious outcome of the development of manufactures in the south is the sneaking fondness for protection which has grown up in certain places and which embarrasses the southern senators with resolutions about the pending tariff bill. Recently a meeting held in Tennessee sent instructions to the senators and representatives from that state to vote for a protective duty on lumber. The thought of Senator Isham Harris voting for protection would make a dog laugh. Still the southerners are proving more clearly all the time the truth of what

it. Of course the skilled mechanics of the south are white men, and there is plenty of work in the south now for all the white labor there, but for the common labor the negro will always be in greater demand, because be works cheaper and because he can work the whole year around. Four-fifths of the men working in the factories of the south are negroes.

Negro Labor.

"I cannot understand the prejudice of the white people of the south against employing the negro. A man does not

That the negro problem is still the

., nncertain factor in the south southern

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admit. A northern man of

national fame—be has been in public office for nearly 80 years—told me recently that he thought the south's diffi culty was rather with the white than with the black man. "The trouble with the south," he said, "is that the southerner will not work. I was down there a few months ago, and I was surprised to find bow sober and quiet they are. I had been led to believe that they were a riotous, hard drinking, pistol shooting people, and as I hadn't been there since the war I believed it. I found all this was untrue, but I found, too, that the southerner does not want to work. He was not brought up to habits of industry, and be will not cultivate them. I said to one man: 'You complain of your condition and say there is nothing to do. Why don't you get over iu that field and go to work?' But, no he would rather sit around and talk about the south's fallen fortunes than try to redeem them."

This is too broad a proposition, I think. There are many individual southerners who answer this description, but there are many others who, like the Inmans, have shown their abil ity to meet the changed conditions and to conquer success by their own ener gies. They are hampered perhaps in some degree by their feeling agains* the negro. Even in Washington—which in many respects is a southern city, though it likes to be thought cosmopolitan—negro labor does not command as much pay as white labor of the same class. A local capitalist who is building an apartment house has taken advantage of this fact. He has employed nono but negro labor on his building, and he has saved probably $2,000 or more on his pay roll.

The Negro In Washington. In a recent letter I spoke of the prejudice against the negro which exists here. It was illustrated for me again a few days ago iu the office of the recorder of deeds. A negro from North Carolina named Cheat ham has been made recorder, to succeed another negco named Taylor. The office has been considered

a negro perquisite ever since Fred Douglass held it aud appointed all the adult members of his family to subordinate positions in the public service. Local politicians havo protested strongly against the appointment, of a negro and a nonresident to this place, and when Mr. Cleveland some years ago appointed an Albany negro recorder, the local Democrats, in their disgust, hired a band to serenade the president with the inspiriting strains of "There's a New Coon Iu Town." But a negro perquisite tho place remained auf will continue probably. In accordance with custom, Mr. McKiuley selected a negro for the place—a very bright man and one who had served with credit iu the house of representatives. When I went »_ see him the other day, to ask him what he thought of the future of his race, I asked a white clerk where I would find him. "Ask at the desk," he said, with a backward fling of his head. I walked »ver to the desk aud spoke to another slrhite man. "Is Mr. Cheatham iu?" I said. "I don't know anything about it," he said, and added in a scornful tone, pointing to a slim negro at the adjoining desk, "That man cau tell you." "That man," said that Mr. Cheatham was not in the city. It was evident that the white clerks in Mr. Cheatham's office did not take a very lively interest in Mr. Cheatham's whereabouts.

The white clerks in office as a rule resent the presence of the negro clerks. Meredith of Chicago, who is an applicant for reinstatement at the head of the bureau of engraviug and printing, came near being a martyr to the cause of some negro girls who were employed in that buivau five or six years ago. It was a long time after the application of the civil service rules to the bureau before the negroes found that they were eligible to appointment there. A negro girl broke the ice. She passed an excellent examination for printer's assistant, ber name was certified and she was summoned to Captain Meredith's office. Up to the moment of seeing ber Captain Meredith bad no suspicion that she was a negro. When be knew that she was, he did not see that, under the law,

The printers made a row, saying they 1 would not work with negroes, and the case was appealed to Secretary Foster.

Captain Meredith got word that tho secretary, for political reasons, had promised the labor unions he would have the negro girls removed. He went to President Harrison, and the president reversed Mr. Foster's decision. So the negroes staid until Captain Meredith went out erf office.

But when Claude M. Johnson, a Kentuckian, went to the bead of the bureau, the negro girls began to drop out and white girlt to take their places unt^l in a few months almost all the negroes were gone.

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Better to laugh than to cry When crying will do no good And laughing will? Better to live than to die,

When living the life that we should And dying won't "fill the hill?" As we go cn cur way up to heaven

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Pennsylvania mine owner associates with the Hungarians who work for him. The negro has many good qualities. He is not vicious. He does not wreck trains or burn bouses. He works hard, if you give him a chance, and think the southern people are missing a golden opportunity by their failure to understand what is within their grasp —an almost unlimited supply of the cheapest labor in the United States,

He ate his supper in a hurry, laughing and talking the while then kissed his wife, shook hands with her aunt and took up his hat again. Out on the stairs he paused a moment. Aunt Sarah's shrill voice was lifted onco morn. "Don't I sec how honest he Is,"she was repeating. "All very well, Doris, but look in his eoat pockets all tho same—look in his coat pockets." 'Old cat! She's at it again," said Owen, who heard but, like the good natured man that he was, he only laughed as ho ran down stairs. "The devil will lly away with old Aunt Sarah one of these days, but she can't make my Dory believe any ill of me, that's one comfort."

Meanwhile, Mrs. Merkle had gone home to nag her unfortunate spouse, and Doris •at Lifore her own fire with her feet on the hearth and thought over all she had hoard.

Aunt Sarah was a very unpleasant i-er-son, who always made trouble wherever she went, but sho had tho reputation for being veiy sensible, which such people are more apt to gain than cheerful, amiable folk, and what she said she really believed, for she had no good thoughts of a man or woman. But Doris was very much in love with Owen, and jealousy is always close at hand whero love is strong.

In vain Doris tried to convince herself that Owen was too much in love with her to think of any one else. The kittle soed of suspicion had been planted, and it grew like Jack's beanstalk.

It was lonely thore in the little upper flat at Ught, and Doris hud been used to a largo imily circle before she left her country home to share Owen's fortunes in the city.

After awhile she found herself crying— she hardly knew why—feeling not only lonely, but neglected and injured. "Owen ought not to have left me, even for business,*' she said. "He used to come every night when he was courting, though it was an hour's journey by rail each way."

And from this she went on to asking bersvlf if it were possible that Aunt Sarah could be right. New York was such a wicked place. There were such bold, audacious women to be met with. Owen was so handsome. Oh, could Aunt Sarah have any grounds for ber suspicions!

Owen, waking early one morning, caught his wife turning his pockets out, reading the bits of paper she found there. A note from his cousin John, who had desired to borrow $5 a typewritten circular, recommending Stump's restaurant a letter from bis mother telling him of the doings at home.

Nothing bnt what she had seen before. And Owen, whose conscience was as clear as man's could be, was not in the least alarmed.

Doris might read all the letters be ever received, all he ever had received, for the matter of that. But he did not like to think that she would watch and spy upon him, that an old woman's prattle could make her suspicious of him.

He had heard the advice that Mrs. Merkle gave his wife as he stood outside the door of his little dining room, and be was very sorry that his Doris should take it and search his pockets.

He had a good mind to tpm* on* f^snkly, to tell his wife what be 1 be

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TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL, JITNE l2, 1897.

IS IT No

Or down to the regions cf sheol, Where angels end saints and satan Keep account of the false and the real. Is it better or worse to await blessing or curse

And die from wearisome waiting? Is it not letter to go than to stay Where robbery, selfishness and greed have the way. Where "might" is the right and wrong has the way?

Is it not better To break the fetter? If not, why not?

—Uncle John in Good Housekeeping.

A JEALOUS AYIEE.

"Out every night until 2, and you believe him when he says it is business I" said Mrs. Merkle, pursing up ber lips. "Ah, well, you are an innocent lamb, Doris Moore." "But, Aunt Sarah, why shouldn't I believe what my husband says when he always tells the truth?" said young Mrs. Moore indignantly. "Because he is a man," said Mrs. Merkle, nodding her head "I've had three husbands—Thompson was the first. He was a good provider, but he provided for two, and I got a divorce and alimony. Then I married Maxwell. I caught him kissing hired help and began my investigation. The same old story. However, he died, and that ended it. As for Merkle, I have my thumb on him, but I got it by searching his pockets. Men are such idiots they leave their love letters anywhere. When I'd collected a pack, I read them aloud to him one evening. He stays home now after office hours, unless he goes out with mo, and he don't write anything but business letters. He is old, you know, and a deacon wants to keep up a reputation for respectability. But your young husband—what would lie care if people talketl about him? Oh, there is woman at tho bottom of this 2 o'clock business, I'll warrant you." "Why, Aunt Sarah, how daro you?" cried Doris, stamping her foot. "Rummage your husband's coat pockets and you'll find I'm right," said Mrs. Merkle. "And unless you want a divorce, which I don't adviso when a man is only on salary, show him what you find, make a scene and end it early." "Why, you talk as if you know something ubout Owen, Aunt Sarah," said Doris. "I know he's a man," said Mrs. Merkle. "Hullo!" cried a voico at tho door, which opened at this moment. "Here is Aunt Surah, talking against men as usual. What has poor Merkle done now? I thought he had sowed his wild oats." "Look out for your own crop, Owen Moore," replied Mrs. Merkle. "I don't set up for a saint and never did," cried Owen. "Give me a kiss, Doris. I'm as hungry as a hunter, and I must eat and run. It's all night again, Doris. Well, so much more in the savings bank, and indeeel we've no reason to be sorry." "I miss you very much, Owen," said Doris, as she brought a hot dish from the oven and set the chairs at the table. "I'm as lonesome without you as a kitten without its mother "I keep thinking of you, too,5' said Owen. "Oh, indeed, I don't like it a bit, but I say a dollar put by for a rainy day may keep us from the heartache."

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what he bad seen, and to assure her that his story of r!akt work was true to take her with hti «the great piano factory where be was employed and convince her how his hours were spent. That would he

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I serious way of making all right. But suddenly «n idea popped into his jolly head. "I'll turn it all into a joke," he said to himself. •'I'll make Dory well ashamed of herself, the darling. I'll write a love letter or two, and pnt them in my pocket and let her find them. Then there'll be a row, and when it's gone far enough I'll out with the truth. A bit of a joke settles things the best way."

It seemed such a comical idea that he burst out laughing over his breakfast and nearly choked himself twice in trying to swallow his joke with his coffee.

However, he had not time to carry out his plan until Sunday came. Then, while bis wife was busy over the dinner, he took from its hiding place a little parcel of pink tinted paper with a rose at the top of the sbeet and concocted three idiotic and extravagant love letters, signed them, "Your best beloved and ever loving Fanny Ann," and put them into envelopes and addressed them to himself.

He was rather clever with his pen, and imitated a woman's hand very well. Having first sealed these up, and then cut them open again, he hiel them in the pockets of the clothes he wore on holidays, and which he did not wear on working days, and on Monday when he went to work left them hanging in the wardrobe.

There they might have remained, for Doris had grown ashamed of her suspicions of Owen and determined never again to ransack his pockets, but that Aunt Sarah dropped in again after Owen had left the house. "Out again?" sho said, with a nod. "Yes, and hard at work, poor boy," replied Doris. "Aunt Sarah, I'm sure that he is as true to me as one angel could be to another.'' "I should like to look through hia pockets, though," giggled Aunt Sarah. "Look, then," said Doris, throwingopen the wardrobe door. "There are his things."

Aunt Sarah took her at her worel, and in a moment more her shrill, vixenish voice cried out: "Three pink notes, my dear, and all signed 'Fanny Ann!'

An hour afterward Doris sat at the center table in her littlo parlor sobbing violently.

The light from the shaded lamp fell upon tho threo pink notes all wet with tears, Owen's compositions as wo know, and so absurdly rapturous and idiotic that they would have betrayed the fact that they were jokes to any but a jealous woman. But Doris, in licr woe and wrath, had very little common sense left.

Aunt Sarah, frightened by the storm her own deed had raiseel, had taken her departure, and Doris had resolved to wait for Owen's return, show him the letters nnd at once go homo to her mother.

For awhile it had seemed to her that sho would find at home a refuge and consolation for all her woes. Then she began to winco with mortification. To tell lnT mother that Owen was false to her would not be so bad, but that her sisters should know it, her friends, Jack's wife, the whole connection! "Oh, life would not be worth living under such circumstances!" Doris cried out, and then an awful thought crept into her mind and gained strength there. A jealous man or woman Is a maniac. Let that be an excuse for Doris when she cried out at last: "Death is the only cure! Death! Death! And if God will not kill me, I must kill ipjsclf I"

At 2 o'clock Owen opened the door of his flat and went in. Things did not look as usual. The kitchen fire had gone out, and no little snack had been kept warm for him. The bed in the little bedroom was still neatly made up, and no one had slept in it that night. In the parlor the lamp was yet burning, but Doris was not there.

As ho looked about him he saw doors and growers open and things scattered about, and a nameless terror began to possess him. "Doris!" he called aloud, but there was no answer. He walked to tho table. There lay threo sheets of pink paper with a weight upon them to keep them from blowing away, and beside them nnother letter, addressed to himself. Poor Owen could hardly command himself Sufficiently to tear this open and read tho contents.

I have rend Fnnny Ann's letters. Aunt Sarah found them in your pocket. Oh, Owen! 1 thought you loved me, but your heart has been stolon by that viuked \von:cn. I was not pretty ••nougli to k"t j) you trr.e, Lut now that ycu are false I lo not eare to live any longer. I am going to til own myself and leave you free. Your broken hearted DORIS.

And this, then, was how his joke had ended. This was what he had brought about. Doris had killed herself. Then he would follow her example. But first ho must find her lxdy and pay it the hist honors. He caught up his hat and left his desolato home, the tears gushing from his eyes as he remembered how happy he had been there.

When he reached the street, he stood bewlldereel, asking himself which way he should go, what he should do. Then it camo to him that he must report the horrible facts at the station house and have an alarm sent out. The police would know what to do better than he could, and with heavy steps and reeling brain be sought the big brick building before which the great lamps hung, and entered in.

Late as it was there was a little crowd there, gathered about something that lay In the mideile of the floor.

A horrible thought struck Owen—perhaps it might be his wife's body on which they gnzed. "What is it?" he gasped, with white lips that could scarcely form a sound. "Young woman jumped into the river," said a policeman. "My God!" cried Owen, bursting through the crowd and falling on his knees before the wet figure lying on the floor with a policeman's coat under Its head. "My God, it i3 my wife!"

The next instant be gave a shout of joy, for the great eyes unclosed themselves, the little, trembling hands were oofestnrtcbed toward him asd a faint voice said: "Oh, Owen, take roe away from this ireadful place and all these dreadful men!"

For Doris, thoogh she had really thrown herself from the end of a wharf into the river, had been promptly flsbed out by the liver police, and thoogh soaked to tha skin, terribly frightened and heartily Sfhamcd of herself, was very much alive Indeed, and when Owen had whispered something in ber ear—the st of his joke, which we already know— aid only •ob: "Forgive me, Gn pray forgive me!" "She was a bit of her mind, you •ee, with a mat of fever," Owes explained, "and God bless those who saved ber to BBC."

Then he took his wtfe bome, and whatever has i:»e to its humble since U~.t day, green mon-ur. has never end rL—-Dublin orld

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The secret of brook fishing for trout lies in just two rules: Fish slowly nnd avoid in every wny frightening the fish. The latter rule means that one's shadow must not be cast upon the water, nor any movement made in near view of the stream. Approach the pool stooping, if there is brush to form a screen in the open creep up. Herein lies tho advantage of a long rod. It obviates the necessity of approaching too closely nnd brings all tho parts of the stream within reach. Great care must be exercised in moving the rod over tho water a quick motion means a quick moving shadow, which must bo avoided.

Every little obstruction in the stream under which the current has washeel out the sand and gravel may harbor a trout. It is by faithfully fishing every possible nook, instead of trying only the obvious pools, that every one fimls that one wins success. Drift the bait along under a bank overbung with grass, even if tho water is shallow do not neglect any place that looks at all likely. Do not expect the fish always to bite at once as a rule they do, but sometimes they do not.

The avcrago trout brook has a good, stiff yOU current therefore the test plan is to weight the line. Three small split shot securely fasteneei to the snell is the best method. Then, when tho bait is dropped carefully in the water and allowed to sink just ahead of an obstruction, the current carries it under to the lair of tho fish. If the trout is there, ho will, in most cases, take it quickly and viciously you must then avoid a common fault. Do not jerk your line with sufficient.strength to throw the hook into the surrounding trees. It is difficult to gather a fish from overhanging branches—if indeed the force used does not tear the hook from its mouth.—Philadelphia Press.

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