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THE ABGUS. WEDNESDAY, MAY 20, 1891.
Publinbed Daily and Weekly at 1024 Becond Av
enue, Rock I eland, ill.
J. w. Potter.
Tims Daily, 60c per month; Weekly, $3.00
All communication of a critical or argumenta
tive character, political or religions, man have
real name attached for publication. No each arti
ticles will be printed over fictitious signatures -Anonymous
communications not noticed.
Correspondence solicited from every township
In Rock island county.
"Wednesday, Mat 20, 1801.
Molixe wants a union depot. Wei),
she can have one after we get ours.
The election for one member of the
board of education occurs cn June 16.
Dr. Birth is the retiring member.
Qcees Victoria's favorite dieh for
dinner is well done beef, witb which she
usually takes a glass of champagne.
As Omaha womaa is creating a sensa
tion in the medical world. Ucr tempers
ature reaches at times to the extraordi
nary height of 115
Will the Union please "volunteer"
some remarks upon the proposed fire de
partment system soon to be inaugurated
in Rock Island?
Feoria Democrat: Blaine is getting
tetter. It probably made him sick to
have to say in his last'messages to foreign
countries, "The president thinks," etc.
The poor old Union h nothing to
av about the paid fire department. That
was a knofck'O;;! blow the city council
gave the Union and its antlqiftifd idea,
It is admitted that Green B. Raum, Jr ,
stole $72 from the government, The
next question is, how much more than
that has Green B. Rjum, Sr., gotten
The father of shoemaking in this coun
try is said to have been one Abraham
Loveriog, who cme over in the Majflow
er, bringing wi'.h him a number of pelts
to be worked into footwear for the colon
is's. The only vote against the adoption of
a paid fire department at Monday night's
meeting of the city council, was cast by
the editor of the Union and his was a
silent protest emphasized bv a shake of
Bcrlington Gaznte: An Ohio editor
dissatisfied with bis circulation, traded
his newspaper for a mule. "As he was a
high tax editor he should have kept his
paper, bought the mule and put him at
the editorial helm.
"Take any 25 tall, lean men,"sid an
old court officer to a reporter, ,-and you
can secure a jury in a murder case. Tby
have no conscientious scruples against
the death penalty. As a rule, fhort,
thick men have doubts on this point."
Nanct Hatch a Yazoo (Miss.) negress
began to turn white seven years ago, acd
now she would almost pass for a woman
of Caucasian descent. Almost the oeIv
remnant of her former black skin is a
dark line about her neck .
Mrs. II. S. Gould is a Georgia woman
f whom everybody in the state is proud.
She is a feminine Jay Gould in railway
matters, and it was largely through ber
efiorts that the Covington & Mason road
was built. She also finds time to maoage
a 40O-acre farm.
Lady Marjorie Gordon, the 10-year
old daughter of the countess of Aberdeen
edits the children's page of a paper styled
Onward and Upward, published in Lon
don. Little Lady Marprie writes a lively
letter to her young constituents, and tells
them Interesting stories about her pet
animals, being probably the youngest
editor in the world.
Says the Pekin Times: The democrats
of Illinois should be a unit in tbeir sup
port of Hoo. William M. Springer as
speaker of the next house. Not only
because be is a democrat, true blue, but
because be is without doubt the most
able parliamentarian on the democratic
side. lie did mors to check the nefar
ious legislation of the repuolicaDS during
the last session than any other man. He
is a man who has always been a demo
crat, not for the emoluments of office,
but from inborn principle. He is a pa
triot to the core; he is one of the most
brilliant, and at the same time, one of
the most Btable men that will occupy a
Beat in congress for many years to come.
He would make a record that every
democrat could point to with
pride. There would be no disgraceful
riots, as amazed the civillized world in
the last session- His bearing commands
respect, and he is honored by all who
know him. It would be an honor to
our state, and no more than right for one
of Illinois' brightest and brainiest son) to
occupy this exalted position . The press
has no better friend than Hon. William
M. Springer, and a united effort upon its
part may bo the me ins of placing Lim in
the position be deserves, and which be
will fill with credit to himself and honor
to the third state in the union.
. By Mrs. W. H. PALMER.
At 1 1 o'clock of a soft April morning
Alex Vincent stepped fnm the elevator
at the fifth landing of the Equitable
building and entered his office a few
Mr. Vincent was a handsome young
follow of 26, with a refined face, dark
eyes and mustache. He wore a light
gray overcoat and derby hat; lie had a '
dandelion in his buttonhole and carried
a cane. There was a general air of lan
guor and disaffection about him this
morning. What earthly use was there,
he wondered, in taking the trouble to
come to his office?
During nine months' occupancy he
hadn't had a dozen clients. In fact,
nothing ever came to the office but bills
and book agents, and he would gladly
have avoided both. He was beginning
to consider seriously what he was going
to do about it. For the present, how
ever, he did nothing but throw the win
dow up, and sitting down on the broad
sill gaze over the wide prospect that his
lofty height commanded. The wide blue
Charles, the low, misty hills, the thin
white clouds were soothing. He sat and
thought about Miss Marquand's niusi
c&le, and dreaded to rum about and face
Jhe perpetual problem of income and ex
penses. His reverie was broken by the
abrupt opening of the office door.
"Dispatch for Alex Vincent. Thirtv
cents charges," sung out the district mes
senger boy who confronted liiuj as he
It was with a feeling as near surprise
as our philosophical young lawyer was
capable of that he tore open the" yellow
envelope and read:
iTT3eon Dane was buried yesterday.
UiS virs will meet for consultation on
the 13tlj, J"ou are requested to be pres
ents" 5 message was dated "Queenstown.
Yjiyx S1 "Gwendoline Dane."
Who, then, speculated young Vincent,
was Gideon Dane, and who were his
heirs? His" grandmother, who had died
before his remembrance, was, as he re
called, a Virginrijind her name was
Dane. TJS Gideon Dane" might Tiave
been her reiatfve. rie wept frit and
telegraphed at the end of an horiv's cogi
tation for further information, ""Am 1
one of Gideon Dane's heirs'" and during
the day he received the brief answer,
"You are," with the same signature as
It was alwut the middle of the after
noon on the 13th that Alex Vincent
found himself at the end of his long and
rather stupid journey. He had come
over a single track road, by a slow train,
in a common car. Among his fellow
passengers the women were sallow and
the men slovenly. He had had a bad
night's rest and a poor breakfast. A
good many voting fellows of Vincent's
age would have enjoyed the novelty and
adventure of the journey, but Vincent
was of h cool, fastidious temperament,
critical and fond of his comfort. Be
fore leaving home he had taken the pre
caution to visit an elderly annt, his
mother's sister, who in response to his
inquiries could only tell him that as far
as she knew the Virginia Danes had
been ruined by the war, and that the
northern branch of the family had never
been able to get along with them, any
how. "They were a hot tempered set," said
the old lady, "with no manner of reason
or judgment, according to our notions.
But you'd better go on and see to what's
left, since they bid yon."
Vincent, as has been said, was left
standing on the platform at tjneenstown
and the train moved on. He was among
the mountains, in the midst of a wild
and picturesque 6cene. A colored boy
whom he beckoned from a sunny door
step informed him that the Dane place
was a "good bit" distant, and that if he
would wait for him to borrow a fish line
he'd show him the road.
"Were there no horses to be hired?"
The Ikiv rolled his tongue in his cheek.
"There might be a mule cart."
Vincent decided to 6tart on foot. He
persuaded his guide to give up the fish
line scheme and carry his valise as a
more profitable investment, and then
together the two struck into the cool,
wide gorge already green with April
drapery, with rushing waterfalls foam
ing down the side of the mountain
around which they pursued their wa3
"Reckon Miss Owen' would a sawn't
for you sho', if she'd known yon was
coming," remarked Vincent's guide, as
the dark began to close about them and
the mountain fog to obscure the road.
"Has she servants and horses?" in
quired Vincent with irritation.
"La, yes," drawled the boy, "lots
"And is she a young lady?" queried
"Didn't yon know that?" was the sur
Vincent walked on, reflecting npon
these items of information.
"Well, how much further have we got
to go?" he inquired at length, tired,
shivering in the cold white mist and
thinking of the condition of his boots.
"We're right there, sah here's the
lane," was the cheering response.
A few moments more and they saw th9
lights of the house blinking through the
fog, and then through the windows the
ruddy glow of firelight. The house, as
Vincent could dimly distinguish, was
large, old fashioned, with a wide ve
randa. The door at which he knocked
was oix'ned by a white haired colored
man, wrinkled, bronzed, bmt and silent
a deaf mute, as Vincent learned after
ward. A moment later he was standing on
the threshold of a large room, lighted by
the fire rather than by the two candles
which burned in tall silver candlesticks
on the shelf. In his momentary survey
he took in the dark, heavy furniture
which sparsely furnished the spacious
room, the skin rugs on the bare floor, the
imall round table laid for supper, and
the broad red couch before the fire on
which a young woman was stretched at
full length, surrounded by sleeping dogs.
Vincent rather recoiled from the tin
jonventional aspect of the scene. He
liked the proprieties as he understood
:hem. He expected a proper reception
from somebody. He stood stiffly on the
hreshold, hardly knowing whether to
iidvance or retreat. An inquiring growl
from an aroused dog broke the silence.
The lady started at the sound, and sat
upright. The dog, too, was on his feet.
She laid one hand quickly on the hound's
neck and rose, facing the' doorway
where Vincent stood, as it were, at bay,
while the deaf mute held his candle at
i ra's height, as if to light the visitor's
1 ace for his mistress' inspection.
"Alex Vincent?" the lady asked, doubt
fully. She was a tall, Diana like girl,
rith a mass of dark, tumbled hair and
ii a riding habit.
Vincent bowed coldly. "Have I the
1 onor K,f speaking to Miss Dane?"
"Have the honor of speaking to Miss
'O, Cousin Vincent where did you
co ne from? Iow djj yn get here?" she
cried, coming toward him?
"J" said Vincent, and stopped to
smile and extend lift LandTn response to
Gwendoline Dane's rapid greetingwhile
even his cool, Xew England" blood tin
gleTat sight of the young beauty who
was holding his hand in hers, looking
wii h superb scrutiny into his eves, with
which ter wn were level, while she.
: i 1 . - !
'I See. You got bS the train at
QtuenstowiL, liarmore is three miles
nearer, Vtlt how should you know that?
I i-odi to Barmore, taking an extra
hot se. Since you were not there I sup
posed you hal not come, and so went off
on a long ride. I haven't been home half
an hour. But how tired you must be
anil how hungry, and how damp. Come
to ihe fire."
She turned toward the old negro with
a gesture he apparently understood.
"Supper," she said, "and a fire in TJr.
Vir cent's chamber."
The dark cloth habit she wore was not
lon enough to interfere with her impet
uors movements. She wheeled a big
leather chair toward the fire, the dogs
who had followed her discreetly getting
out of her way.
"Sit down," she said to Vincent, in an
imt'erious way, to which he was certain
ly i.ot accustomed, but which he could
not refrain from admiring, so well it
suited this "superb, great, haughty" girl
wh claimed his cousinship.
"lam ashamed of such a scant wel
cone," she said, seating herself opposite
her guest and keeping a light hold upon
the collars of the two most uneasy dogs.
"Aly visit is purely one of business.
Mis Dane. I had no expectation of lay
ing claim to your hospitality."
Vincent had recovered from his mo
met tary surprise at Miss Dane's beauty,
and totally ignorant as he was as to the
nature of the situation in which he
fouiid himself, was inclined to stand
upo:i his dignity.
"Yes," she said, with a little sigh,' "1
had no alternative but to summon you
as I did. But we will not talk business
to-nght. To-morrow will be soon
By this time the supper was served.
The fragrance of coffee with mountain
cream, the platter of fried trout, the
haunch of cold mutton with a salad of
brook cresses, followed by cakes and jel
lies, was sufficient to soften Vincent's
mood. His young hostess watched him
and waited upon him with interest min
gled with a delicate air of amazement.
Evidently she was unaccustomed to
your g and hungry men.
Vincent's surprise was likewise grow
ing. Was this young princess the only
member of the family? It began to seem
so, stnee no one else appeared.
"liss Dane," he said as they resumed
their seats before the fire, "I find myself
here by your command. Now I must
ask i i what way I can serve you?"
"You wish to know the story to
night?" "I do, if it is your pleasure."
"We are distantly related, Mr. Vin
cent. My grandfather was your grand
mother's cousin. I suspect that he once
hoped to be something nearer. But no
matt.-r for that. He adopted me when
all the other Danes were dead and gone.
Five are buried on the battlefields.
With in the past few years he began to talk
to me of our northern relatives. Evi
dently he made inquiry concerning your
whereabouts, for a few weeks before his
death he told me that when he was gone
I was to telegraph you, as I did. He
said j ou were a lawyer and would know
how to manage the business, and that
you i nd I were the only heirs of the
"Tl is young beatify, " mused Vincent.
Highest of all in Leavening Power.
"can tell a very straight story for a
'May I ask. Miss Dane, if yoa live on
this lonely place alone?"
"Alone well, yes. since grandpa is
gone. Oh, I have a companion, Miss
Chatworth. She ha3 gone to Queens
town today to fetch the mourning which
was ordered there. She will return to
morrow. I" Gwendoline Dane's face
flushed slightly "I had no idea thst
yon were a young man," she said frankly.
"Has your grandfather's will been
opened?" asked Vincent.
"No. I preferred to wait till you
"Von have shown me a great deal of
consideration as one who deprives you
of part of your inheritance."
He rose as he said this, as a signal that
he was ready to bid Miss Dane "good
night." She stood also. For a second
they looked each other over. He was
wondering at her perfect grace, the
faultless curves revealed by the clinging
folds of the short, shabby habit, the
delicate perfection of throat and ears,
the brilliant assurance of the large eyes
which looked unwaveringly into his
"I need friends more than money," she
"And I," he returned lightly, "may
say I need money more than friends!
Your want is the easier one to supply"
She drew a quick breath. "You do
need money?" she asked intently.
'Badly," he returned smiling.
She put both hands out impulsively as
she had at their first meeting. "And 1
am sure von need rest. To-morrow we
The dogs had risen as she did, and
stood inyarious attitudes of attention.
The deaf ranle, who it seemed to Vin
cent lurked ftire an Afrite invisible .till
he was wanted, appeared with las flar
ing candle. The young man took the
fine, nervy hand extended, and pressed
it ever so slightly.
shall lior to-morrow," he said.
tn TiTr P.QJ Hantrv than he com
Then, "in msvarnj, quiet chamber,
with a EonFu rain hashing at intervals
against the pane, he lay awake only
long "enough to wonder what sort of ah
Arabian Night adventure was this
which had befallen him, and to draw a
dre3iny contrast between this young
Virginian and the women of colder tints
and lesser curves and charier manners
the girls of his social set who gave him
grudging waltzes and short tete-a-tetes,
and said to their mammas: "Oh, don't
be frightened! We know well enough
that Alex Vincent can't marry for ages
Vincent looked from his window the
following morning upon a scene which
remained long after in his memory. The
April sunshine flooded the rolling coun
try. The grain was springing, the orch
ards in bloom. The lane through which
he had come last night had a border of
magnolias just in bud. In the distance
the mountains rose in warm tints of pur
ple and gray.
He descended to the parlor. The break
fast table was laid, the windows wide
open, and in the flooding sunshine Miss
Dane and Miss Chatworth were exam
ining the black gowns in which the fam
ily were to be dressed for the dead mas
ter. Later came the lawyer from Queens
town and the old minister from Bar
more, and Gideon Dane's last will and
testament was solemnly unsealed and
read aloud. Gideon Dane was a man of
substance. He owned broad, rich acre3,
flour mills and herds of cattle. Besides
he had numerous investments which
were duly described. And he gave and
bequeathed all these things to his next
i of kin, Gwendoline Dane and Alex Vin-
cent, with the hope that "their ages be
; ing suited and their interests one, their
I lives and destinies might be united."
i The lawyer read these words in a dis
I tinct, formal tone, and paused. There
was a stir of sensation through the little
company, and Vincent and Gwendoline
were the only two who did not exchange
At noon there was a grand dinner
served. Scon after the guests mounted
their horses and rode away. Vincent
lighted a cigar and strolled down the
lane under the budded magnolias. The
secret was out. Old Gideon Dane had
chosen to provide a protector for his
heiress in this mediteval fashion. They
had queer notions, these Southerners, re
garding family obligations.
Turning, he saw Gwendoline and her
great white hound Blanche coming slow
ly toward him.
"Would you like to see where grand
pa is buried?" she asked.
He assented, nnd was about to throw
away his cigar.
"Don't throw it away," she said a lit
tle nervously. "Can't you treat men
and she laughed shortly "as if 1 were a
man; or at least as if you were under no
restraint in my presence?"
"No." he said. "1 cannot. The cigar
is no sacrifice."
"But." she said, as he walked by her
side, "we have got to be quite frank
with each other, and we might as well
throw overboard as many formalities as
we can. Don't you think so?"
They walked on in silence, the dog
dropping her delicate pink nose within
"Mr. Vincent," said the young lady at
last, "I had no intimation of the precise
nature of my grandfather's will, or I
should not have sent for rou as I did.
U. S. Gov't Report, Aug. 17, 1889.
J. B. ZIMMER,
-THE WELL KNOWN-
Star Block, Opposite Harper House.
has purchased for the
Spring and Summer of 1891,
A largtrand finer stock than ever. These pools will arrive in a few days. Wait and see then.
H. SIEMON & SON,
Baxter Banner Cooking ani Iloafns Stoves and the Geneaeo Cooking Stoves
Tin, Copper and Sheet Iron Work.
1503 SECOND AVE.. ROOK ISLAND, ILL.
Calf Goodyear Welt Shoes?
The best MeL'e fine shoe in the city for the
See nnd and Harrison Sis
J". JL. CHBISTY,
Steam Cracker Bakery,
ASUrACTTBKB 07 CKACKIR8 A5D BISCUITS.
Ask your Grocer for them. They are best.
B Specialty The Christy "OTSTKB" and the Chrlary "WAFXB."
ROCK ISLAND. ILL.
SEIVERS & ANDERSON,
Contractors and Builders,
ALL KINDS OF OABPENTKR WORK DOITE.
COeneral Jobbing dona on abort notlca and satisfaction guaranteed.
Offlce and Shop 1418 Fourth Avenue, ROCK ISLAND ILL
Agency for Excelsior Roofing Company.
-'.yi iM v ku. - - - -
Cheater than Shingles.
Send for circular. Te'.ephote
GEORGE SCHAFER, Proprietor.
1601 Second Avenue. Corner of Sixteetth Stree - Opposite Harper's Theatre.
Ths choicest Wines, Liquors, Beer and Cigars always on Hand
Free Lunch Every Day
Office and Shop Corner Seventeenth St.
nd beventh Avenue,
"AH klrc-g of carpenter work a gpecia'.ty.
ST. JAMES HOTEL,
Corner Twenty-third street and Fourth avenue, .... EOC5 ISHND. ILL.
J. T. RYAN, Proprietor.
Tb-m house has ju.t teen refitted I thronghom and is r,ow in A . , condition. It is a Awt-Carf
51.00 per day house and a desirable family hotel.
Manufacturer of all kinds of
Gents' Fine Shoe, a specialty. Repairing done neatly and promptly .
A ahare of yonr patronage respectf uDy solicited.
1618 Second Avenue, Rok Island, 111.
Proprietor of the Brady Street
All kinds of Cut Flowers m
One block north of Centra! Park, the largest
CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER,
Shop corner Twenty-second street and Kinth avenue. Residence 8985
IWTb prepared to make estimate and do all kind, of Carpenter work. GlTe. him a tria'.
STABY, BERGER & SNELL,
T. II. ELLIS. Rock Island. I'd.
10:. Cor. Fourteenth St. andScconJAv
Sandwichea Furnished on Short Notice
: : Rock Island
Pl.c. aod estimate, for U kinds of buildind
in la. wTSrS, 'ItTeet. Davenport, Iowa.