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THE ARGUS. WEDNESDAY, a Pit it 29 1891
Published Wrly aiid Weekly at 1624 Second At
enue. Rock Island, lli.
J. W. POTTER. -
Trow Daily, SOc pr month; Weekly, tS.OO
All commonlcat'or.s of a critical or arpnmenta
tlTe character, political or relicionp. mast hare
reaj name attached for publication No uca artt
ticle. will be printed over nctition. signature.
Arooymons eomraan'eations not noticed.
Correspondence solicited from every township
I n Rock I sland county.
"NYEtJiESDAT, APBII. 29, 1891.
Major McKii.et is suffering from an
acute attack cf indigestion. He has
doubtless been indulging too freely in
free trade sugar.
Jasos Browx, the second son of the
hero of Ilarper'a Ferry, lives atPa6adena,
Cal. He is a graj-haired, pray-bearded
patriarch of sixty-eight.
The newest thing in tulips is the
Vander Neer, a dull, petaled flower, al
most magenta In color. Among the nov
elties recently shown at the London
flower show was this wonderful tulip and
a blue primrose, probably the first of that
color ever shown.
Acsnx Bailt, a rich farmer, residing
near Humboldt, Teno., asserts that he
only spent 35 cents in three years when
he began to get a start in the world, and
that 15 cents cf that was srjentfor a pock
et comb. Mr. Baily is now estimsted to
be worth at least $100,000.
According to statistics, says the Jew
ish World, a large proportion of soldiers
of all arms in the Austro-Hungarian reg
iments who have received medals and
decorations tor conspicuous bravery on
the battlefield are Jews, A further
striking testimony to the soldierlike qual
ities of our co-religionists is offered by
the fact that the only gold medal for
bravery possessed among6t the 16 differ
ent hussar regiments adorns the breast of
a Jew. Iltrr Wolf Bardarh, who has only
recen'ly been elevated to the peerage by
IsDiAitAroLis Sentinel: The Rich
mond Telegram is one of tte rea
nut papers which is trying to make
republican capital out of a typographical
error by accusing the Sentinel of holding
the opinion that farmers and laborers
were paying less than their proportion of
state taxes. As the editor of the Telegram
is an ordained minister of the gospel, it is
a little hard to see how he can reconcile
bis present course with the command
ment: "Thou shalt not bear false wit
ness." But it is well known that some
republicans habitually forsake their God
to serve the republican party and after
ward boast of it.
St. Louis Republican: In spite of the
plausible language of Secretary Foster's
circular letter to the holders of the gov
ernment bonds maturing next September,
it is apparent that there is no money
available for the redemption of these
bonds and that they will have to be ex
tended indefinitely. Not only so, but all
the sings Indicate that the secretary of the
treasury already perceives that it will be
necessary to issue some of the new bonds
authorized at the last session of congress
in anticipation of the deficit which it was
foreseen would be caused by the profli
gate appropriations. The deficit is in
plain sight, and it will not be met by
forcing out the subsidiary silver coin in
the treasury nor by postponing the pay
ment of the maturing bonds.
Boston Herald: Presidential speeches
ou such tours as the president is now
making are not actually such spontan
eous utterances as the tpyes make them
appear. It is hardly reasonable to ex
pect that even so go-jd a speaker as the
president could deliver off-band from the
platform of a Pullman car such graceful
speeches as are n?w being credited to
him. The associated press reporter who
travels with the procession could probably
explain bow and where he gets his copy.
We have a vivid remembrance of Horace
Greeley's tour of the country in 1872,
when he made some marvelouslv graceful
speeches at the railroad stations along
the route . Not one of these speeches
ever went over the wires until the Sage
of Chappaqua bad reviewed them and
dressed them up for the public consump
The amusing Mr. Clarkson, sometime
assistant postmaster general and cow
president-elect of the republican league,
has been giving a somewhat joyous inter
view to a Bottoa paper. He declares
that "the failure of youDg men to partic
ipate in politics is a weakness of the re
publican party in New Eogland, and that
"the democrats baye as leaders the sons
of the founders of republicanism." "The
republican party," he states, must "utilize
its young men" wbo fcave adopted the
disgusting practice of voting the demo
cratic ticket, but how the utilization
Is to be accomplished Mr. Clarkeon
omits to say. It is not probable that he
contributed much to it by turning out
every democrat te could find in a post
office and putting a republican in his
place without regard to the qualifications
of either. Meanwhile bis complaint of
the republican yT)ung men for turning
democrats recalls the anecdote of the
gentlemen who attempted to domesticate
the canvas back duck while retaining its
flavor, end explained that his ducks
would taste exactly liLe canvas-backs if
they would only eat wild celery, patuet
ically adding, "hut. confound 'em, tbey
.won't eat it "-New Y"rk Times.
A Mountain Dream.
rjJOSEPHETG A. BOWES.
fOorTrVbt by American Press Association.
a king of the soil,
"Knight and I ncccr get tired."
Yes, I will tell yon the story. Throw
a few more logs into the stove, will yon?
Cold out doors?
"Cold? I Ptippose so; thermometer 4
below, but I'm Llest if I fet-1 it much
Your xnonnt:iin air is wonderful to me
Been living on it ever since I came west.'
Oh, we soon get nsetl to it, nd ther.
our only wonder is how we ever con
sented to live where the deadly damr
and chill isjike a chronic ague. Nc
more of it for me. The valley states
have their pood features, of course
orchardg and corn fiejda and all that
good to look at when there are no moun
tains in sight; but of what use would
they be here? Plenty of fruit to be had
if you want it. Gad, how I used to
work when I was a kid! Wading
through the black soil of Illinois, drop
ping corn as soon as I shed my dresses;
then covered and hoed and plowed and
husked nntil I gct disgusted, cut the
whole business and lit c-irj.
"Wasn't cut out for a kit
Tting of nothing! If a boy wants a
taste of Inferno let him live on a larm
and have a Dutchman for a father.
"Granted: bnt perhaps you inherited
from your good German ancestors the
artistic talent which enabled you to get
on so well after you did cut and run."
Well, may be so. At any rate I have
no quarrel with the old man now. He
likes his farm and his fat cattle I like
my den here ia the mountains, and my
paints and brushes. So here I mean to
stay. Pile in somo more pine, Jim. I
tell you, you might freeze to death and
never know it.
"Smooth way to pass over the range
to Paradise. But I say, Gus, don't you
ever eat here? I am as hungry as a
Eat? Open that oven door and take
a whiff. That is the finest roast of ven
ison in Montana, and ranch potatoes
which are a poem. Nearly done, old
man. Here, let me set the table: Two
plates, two knives, two glasses, and
there yon are or would yon like some
coffee? Have it ready in three minutes.
Talk about the refinements of civiliza
tion! I suppose you newspaper fellows
have to have a printed programme with
your grub, a napkin and a silver fork
and all that sort of trumpery; but as for
me, give me liberty or give me death.
Supper is ready. Better keep your hat
"All right; that doesn't bother me
any; but say, Gus, give me that yarn.
That is what I am here for, and I "have
just two hours to get back to Helena."
You're going to stay all night or no
story. I don't have a visitor often, I
can tell you, and you don't give me the
cold fehake. Stay till morning, get a
good snooze once in your life you look
as if you needed it and I will see you
over the range in time to catch the9:S0
train. Is it a go?
"Well. I guess so. I onght to be in
Denver in thirty-sis hours, bnt I will
trump tip S'jQe lie to satisfy the man
ager if I am too late for the Sunday
issue. By the way, Gus. what a happy
life yours is. Sleep as long as you please,
dress as yon please, eat when you are
hungry and work when the Ct comes
on. Happy man!"
That's all right, Jim for me. You
would loathe yourself in a week, if you
should try it. Don't quarrel with your
destiny. You are a man of action your
place is in the world, I am a dreamer, a
mixer of paints and a failure.
"A failure, are you? If you conll hej;r
the comments on your picture andhe
stirithastnade in Denver you would sing
another tune, I swear. Yon would be as
proud as a peacock and, by the way, I
was to ask you if she is for sale."
Who? Oil. my picture! No; not if I
was starving. That picrure is a part of
my life, Jim. 31 y heart's blood mised
the colors on that canvas, and whn Ilel
mer begged the loan of it for a month I
did not suppose that he was going to
place it on exhibition for a lot of idiots
to gabble over.
"Of whom I am the chief."
Not at all, Jim. I know you have "a
heart, although you may not believe i',
or I would never tell you the 6tory of my
"Mountain Dream." '
"Well, proceed. I will admit the heart
if you will get down to business note
book and pencil all ready."
It was away back in '70 that I built a
cabin here, thinking that it would be a
good studio for the summer. 1 had no
notion then that I would occupy it mere
than a few months. I enjoyed it im
mensely for a time and set to work with
a will, making sketches of the scenery.
It was new and very fascinating work,
too. The atmosrpheric effects were so
different from anything I had ever ex
perienced, the coloring so new, that I
was in a sort of artistic frenzy for once
in my life, and scarcely knew whether I
ate or not.
I bad been here about six weeks and
had made a good many studies, which I
meant to finish up when I returned to
the- east. I was ra earnest and ambitions
then, and had my dreams of fame , and
my hopes of the future as -other 'men
have, I suppose. I had seen no one with
the exception of a few prospectors -on
the hunt for gold and silver. They
minded their own business, as men soon
learned to do in those days, and I was
not bothered nor my privacy intruded
upon. But one day as I sat busily paint
ing I heard a step, a soft rustle and
looked up to see a vision in my door
way. A young girl, but little more than
15 years of age, stood there with her
hand resting upon the head of a great
mastiff dog. The sight was so unex
pected that for a moment I thought of
optical illusions and rubbed my eyes,
expecting the picture to vanish; but
instead, it advanced, and the dog came
and poked his cold nose into my hand,
asking, after the manner of his kind, for
notice and caresses. As for his mistress,
she stood looking about her as a child
might have done, and indeed she was
but little more.
"Have you lost your way?" I asked her
"Oh, no, sir," she said with a faint
smile. "Knight and I never get lost
Do we. Knight?"
At the mention of his name the dog
turned and stood by her, and I was glad
to see that he would indeed be a reck
less man who would dare molest her.
"Will you sit down and rest?" I asked,
pushing one of my two camp stools to
"Knight and I never get tired, do we,
Knight'r" she asked; but she sat down
and put her arm around the dog's neck.
"Do you live here?" she asked.
I replied that I did, and fell to won
dering where the child could have strayed
from. She now canght sight of my work
(vricl drew near me with wonder in ber
"You must be like God," she said, "to
make mountains and canyons like that."
"You give me greater praise than I
deserve," I said; "but here are some more
pictures will you look at them?"
I turned them for her, and it was a
strange sensation to watchjier face, filled
as it was with wonder and awe.
"Do you like pictures?" I asked
"I never saw any before," she said,
"except black and white ones little
ones, yon know, in pajers and looks. I
liked them, but these! Oh!" She
clasped her hands and I saw that she
was trembling. "I didn't think that any
body in the world could make pictures
While she looked at them I looked at
her, and my wonder grew as I gazed.
She was a slender little creature, olive
skinned, and with a great mass of dusky
hair gathered into a braid which hung
below her waist. Her features were
delicate and regular, her eyes large,
brown and full of the slumbering fires of
una wakened womanhood; but her mouth
was the feature that caught and riveted
my attention. It was so nnchildlike, so
inexpressibly sad in the pathetic curves
of the small red lips.
"Does your Knight like pictures?" 1
asked, trying to win a 6mile. The faint
est ghost of one crossed her face,
"Yes, he likes whatever I like," she
answered. "Knight knows as much as
any of us,"
I returned to my sketching in some
embarrassment. Had she been, indeed,
the child I at first supposed, to question
her or amuse her would have been easy;
but as it was I could only await her
pleasure. Presently she came to my
"My mother used to say," she said
timidly, "that if I prayed to the Holy
Mother Mary she would hear me and
give me what I asked for. Do you think
"I hope so, with all my heart," I an
swered, "but what do vou wish for most
"To make pictures, as you do."
"You say your mother used to tell you
so. Is she, then, no longer living?"
"She is dead. She died years ago,
when I was a little girl, but I remember
what she told me. My father has an
t ther wife now. She has Mexican blood:
she is cruel."
"Not to you?" I said doubtfully.
"Yes, to me and everybody except
Knight. She is afraid of Knight."
"I am glad of that," I replied; "but
surely rhe cannot hurt you very much
n jw. You are almost a woman and can
d .'fend yourself."
"She is large and strong and crueL
Sie shakes me." went on the plaintive
'But your father surely if he
"He knows, but he loves her."
"He loves you, too, I suppose?"
"He hates me," she answered in the
same sad, level voice, "and so I run
away when I can and stay all day."
"And when you go home?"
"They be;.t me sometimes."
Ia the interest and sympathy awak
ened by her confession I forgot my re
sc:to. 'What is your name?" I asked
"Cleaves!" I sprang to my feet in as
tonishment, for that was the name of a
notorious outlaw, whose record was
bit ck with crime. And this lovely child,
cotdd it be possible that she claimed
sut h paternity?
& he looked at me wistfully. "I will
go now," she said.
' Stay a moment," I entreated, in per
ple rity. Was there no way in which I
con Id help her? Ithpught rapidly for a
few moments. "Will yon come again,"
I asked, "and let me paint a picture of
yon and Knight?"
Her eyes answered me; such a look of
glorified surprise came into them. "Oh,
will you? Can you?"
VI can and will, if you will come here
a little while as often as convenient."
"I shall have to run away, but I will
"And if they are angry and punish
"I shall not care, but they will never
know where I am. If Mannella knew
she would kill me. She said she would
kill me if I -ver spoke to any man."
"She shall not harm you," I boldly
"Do you go out alone r.s sften as
"Yes; only when they have men at
the house and want me to help."
"Very well, then. Com every day,
if you can, and I will see if there i3 not
some way that I can help yon."
She laid her little hand on the head of
her dog anil they went away, the noble
creature trotting by her side with a wise
and protecting air that was almost hu
manor, shall we not rather say, if we
reflect a little, superhuman?
Highest of all in Leavening Power. U. S. Gov't Report, Aug. 17, 18S9.
"Well, she came, of course"
Yes, I found myself unable to go on
with my landscapes from the moment
that she left. I called myself an idiot
and tried to shake myself into reason
and common sense, but it was of no use.
That sweet, pathetic little face haunted
me, and I was in a fever of impatience to
see her again. Well, about noon of the
next day she came, as before, with her
dog by her side. It was more like a
dream than reality, she was so little like
"I alii glad that yon have come," I
said quietly, "and I am going to ask you
to unbraid your hair and let it fall over
your shoulders; will you?" Without re
ply she untied the ribbon, slowly nn
braidedand shook Jeose jer wonderful
hair. It fell around her like a shadowy
mist, and so etherealired her that I began
to doubt whether she were indeed,, a
mere hnman child or I the victim of a
mental hallucination. I began to out
line my picture, but decided, as much as
I love a goM dog, to leave hers out and
make an after study of him to please his
little mistress; for I wanted that face,
with its pensive lips and wonderful veil
of hair, to be what it has since become
a mountain dream. She came, day after
day, always gliding in and loosening her
hair without further request from me;
and she glided as silently into my heart.
In ten days' time I knew that I loved
her better than my own life; that I
would protect and defend her with my
last drop of blood.
We had talked but little all this time.
I had asked her if she was missed at
home, and she said that her father was
away and that Mannella had some Mexi
cans visiting her; "and I think they ara
glad to have me away," she said, "but
they quarrel terribly, and althouch I
4 can't understand all they say I think
j they are talking about
1 Here was danger. What step should !
1 take? Should! ask this child toflv
with me? Never! Better death for both
of us than dishonor for her. The cen
sorious world would never have believed
that I would have died to keep my
Dream, as I called her in all my thoughts,
pure and innocent, until the time came
when she could "lay her sweet hands in
mine and trust to me." Should I go to
this nest of Mexican cutthroats and
boldly declare myself her lover, claiming
the right to protect her, and trust to fate?
Most likely the result of such a step
would be death for me and worse than
death for her. No, I must take care of
myself for her sake. To go to her father
was impossible. He was a fugitive from
justice perhaps swinging from some
impromptu gallows in gorge or canyon.
I had no friends in all the great north
west to aid me. I must act alone but
The picture was nearly finished. You
have seen it, Jim the sweet pathos of
the face, the mystic eyes, the cloud of
shadowy hair, the form half veiled in
mist, the background a faint vision of
the mountains. I was satisfied. It must
have been an inspiration; it was the in
spiration of love for to save my immor
tal soul I could no more paint such a
picture now than I could bring the dead
to life. She looked upon it as a miracle,
and upon me as the followers of Christ
may have looked upon him.
All this time no word of love had
passed my lips. I must see my way
clearly before I spoke, and I waited and
pondered. Did it never occur to me that
she might be followed and watched?
Yes, I had thought of that, but this
cabin, as you may have observed, com
mands a view of miles. I had watched
her going and coming after the first few
days. I could see the little figure far
away as it advanced in coming or faded
in the distance when she departed, and
always she seemed unmolested and
with her faithful guardian by her side I
trusted that she was safe.
That smoke gets into my eves, jtui.
What do you say? Tears! Well, I am
not ashamed of them. Perhaps you
would not have fallen in love with an
outlaw's daughter, but I did I loved
her so that no other woman will ever
have any charm for me. However, I de
termined to say no word of iny feelings
toward her until I could by some means
place her in safety.
J. B. ZIMMER,
THE WELL KNOWN
Star Block, Opposite Harper Uouse.
has purcha?ed for th
Spring and Summer of 1891,
A larger and finer stock than evr. These food will arrive in a few days. Wa.t .m : ., ,. ...
H. SIEMOM & SON,
toves and Tinware,
Baxter Banner Cooking an I Heating Stoves and the Geneeeo Cooking Stovtt
Tin, Copper and Sheet Iron Work.
1B08 s&JONT ,tVE., ROCK ISLAND, ILL.
HAVE YOU SEEN THE
Calf Goodyear Welt Shoes?
The best Meu'e fiucehoe in the city for tha price.
Second and Harrison tft
STABY, BERGER & SNELL,
J" . CHBISTY,
Steam Cracker Bakery,
HAHUrACTTTEER OF CBACKZB8 A5D E18CUITI.
Ask your Grocer for them. They are best.
WJ-8peclaltia j The Chrlety "OTBTJB" and the Ctrtitj "WAT2E."
ROCK ISLAND. ILL
SEIVERS & ANDERSON,
Contractors and. Builders,
AIL KINDS OF CARPENTER WORK XOKX. ' .
3iTGeueral Jobbing done on short notice and iattsf action fnaranteod.
Office and Shop 1418 Fourth AvenuS. ROOK ISLAND ELL
Agency for Excelsior Roofing Company.
Cheaper than Shjkoi.es. T. H. ELLIS. Rock Island. I".
Send for circular. Telephone 1030. Cor. Fourteenth St. and S. coni Au
GEORGE SCIIAFER, Proprietor.
1601 Second Avense, Corner of gixteer-th Stree - Opposite Harper's Theatre.
The choicest Wines, Liquors, Beer and Cigars always on Hand
sandwiches Famished on Shor: 'o
Free Lnnch Every Day
B. F. DeGEAR,
Contractor and Builder.
Offlce and Shop Corner Seventwanth Si. T i T l J
and Seventh Anuv. : ' AVOCK IslaflQ
WAll toe", of carpenter work a cialty . Plait, and estimate, for .U kind, of bnllftlcH
'uaiMiw q application.
ST. JAMES HOTEL,
Corner Twenty-third street and Fourth arenne. .
J. T. RYAN, Proprietor.
Thi. house ha. Just be;n onont is now in A No. 1 condit.on. It !. a Cr,-
i.uu per aay toLfe and a desirable family hotel.
HOCK ISLAND. ILL.
Jf annfactnrer of all kind, of
BOOT AND SHOES-
Geata' Fine Shoe., epeciattr. Repairing don. neatly and promptly.
A .hare of yonrpatronac. reeptctfnllv to!!HtA
1619 Second Atenue, Rok Island, IS.
Proprietor of the Brady Street
All kinds of Cnt Flfini... .1
Green Honse.- y on nana.
One block north of Central Park th lar t. Flower Store
ewairar, the largrst tola. 304 Brady Street, Davenport, Iof-
. NICOLAI JTJHI4
CONTRACTOR AND BU
Bhop comer Twenty-.eoond street and Ninth avenne.
-Ie prepared to make estimate. aa io aU kind, of earpenter w