Newspaper Page Text
THIS ABQUa WEDNESDAY, b EHllUAKY 2 1892.
"TIJa .lirrod At TOUf dOOf
rSIr, a: Nineteenth street.
I ui.''T- Saloon and flxturss.
Um V , u ui.t.m; for particular, cxll
7v-r.- . Ad K. A. Crin.
TZTKK voiine nrn ,n P cn ,ne
itf1 ''''I i 1 l'hira aMiua.
,',',l!:i- V. AdHJtu.
I- T, ., ii m. I.n anil (ten s in
'MNT I Snif.-ir.r'K m'W pancake
I ,''' ;,.,.. -....nt nillkl'
- ;;:-".::'r; t.. ' M'nm
I - r
V fVw L'ond iiali'nii'iititki'ordiT
,. ' fr.nt au-l ormt in--iii.ii n
' -nriib. etc. : esin'rientv-
J ,....:.... reonln-J- '" A.
,1 r KUiiKtfA JC !)., Kochiotkb.
TtTTsSNBIMt. S-ATK .V-iEST to
iii 1 1 r ,T4 i i .m-.' iimiripal citv, -.'
-J ,nrr.i' of oar tm-hu'n and ap
i- i ..!' a-vi.t Wtry cit In tlilK
' t. ' r v -r-1! di-niand. and i ay a net
' , 'i i ji.-r r.'Mt. TUK UMO.N CO.H
i . i : iv. N w York.
i. ... ... ..rrahpm for SUKPP'S
6 ,i ir i.': ll - of the WQRLt; produced
i iir-hi.. Dexter. Ind , cleared $'( In 4
it. .- M i ry r-i-n.-r, PlainSel I, Mans., 1ST
m- H. H Harris, tiarfleld. Pcnn ,
,sVrtv minute. The greatest hoik or.
..." M irfnotli illustrated circulars and term
Itiikum crrailt. Kreiuht piid. HeandfiH
i. Addre-s, (ilobe Kittle Pnbli-biu
.,Y'ti'tnut ureet, Phil'delphia, Pa.
J. M. BEA.UDSLEY,
rrO'tNEY AT LAW Office with J. T. Ken
f-rlv. 1745 Second Avenue.
JACKSON & IIUKST,
7T0RXEYS AT LAW. Office in Hoc island
Y:nni! Bank BiHI'tiny;, Koca f'anu.ji
.WEKSSY. c. L. watsia
SWEENEY & WALKEK,
1T')KNSY3 AND rorSKI.I."H,,,i AT LAW
IS:e in Bennton e Moos, uka f.anu.
McEMKY Jc HrEXiKi",
TORNEY'S AT LAV-!v: money on jood
-nritv. mk.i r-.v.ect'on. "erci fc . .v.n-ir
Lynde. riA.k. r
O'Mce :n Kii-tolnce block.
J. P. m23, LI 2.,
i .'enrril I'Mcti.-e, makes a
-i i : l tv of 1i nf Wiimen.
- ! ... It.'' T'liiit Ave. Kiek 1-land.
1.- Ave. ai.d Kifteer.th teet.
li. i;-i' . i I-' i. m. n 1 -t To 5 p. lu.
i'.--e..non.- So V.i
, J. E, HAWTHORNE,
Ti-e:a extracted without pain by the new
I'l-'ir.d ivt'nue. over Krell tfr Math's.
THE DAILY AHlil'S.
Ai.E EV'E'JY EVENING at Crsmptq'
v. Five c-.t.'s per co;y.
GEO. P. STAUDUHAR,
P it- an ! i jp rintenlencc for all claas of
ii ir. 1 ns, Mitrheil A Lyndc building
RS. BICKEL & SCHOEMAKER
pheli it Lyndu'a Block. Rooms 29 -31
Ri M, PEARCE,
-:aiJ':nM:tchell & Lrnde'anaw block.
Express and Moving.
t oricr promptly attended to. Char
BTI'f orrter- at K. Trenaman'a Ham
brilliant array of holiday
Rich Fancy Goods,
rJi a I'-'ViUi-iprr arrav of
CRAMPTON Sr. CO.
Rjek Island Booksellers,
Siting ready for the
b:,J3i tradd ever done
in their store.
Your Orders for
"e: E .e ,-nti nrcet nd Tenthjavenne.
I SURt CUBE tar CtUIMll MtDUflllt
I l,.U,",""" TROUIllS m YOUNG.
Wii';' Tii5U"tfS lEDICTIOK, HO ONCER-
-w . , , "-'i!! Lh wont io M hooiT
, b) '"urn ml tor 1. Clrrolmf fi,.
tticl' 5 .To"6 ''ERU DRUG CO..
L S 8"IS.ST)HIWAUIU. WIS
rTT x pt tt? rv
litre itiintln r toif.'" ir axucrtctl,
rutin ' (fill uentioiwd.
ovi r.Mi'-r' class of the smith in
llain il.iys constituted as distinct
a frr.nl'' ;i? can he found in any country
ivhvrv birth, not wealth, is the statidiird
Df ri'-peftahility. From the higher class
tln-ir emiiloyers thoy were removed
by i'iioranco and roverty; from the
hiwiT their charjtow by race instinct.
Then' was.no tuitAg mism between the
inhabitants of the lar.ro house where tlie
prnprii'tor lived aud the inhabitants of
tile small house iiwh ch dwelt his prime
minister, such as appears to exist 1h
t ween the rich and poor of other sections.
Nor was tliero any effort on the nart of
he upper class to keep the lower down
w to liitider members of it from actpiir
injC knowledge or proerty. On the con
rary. there existed iH'tween the two
jreat amity and friendliness, and in
jomo instances, where the tie was of
long standing between eviployer and
fiuployed, a sort of fe uiai IV. inl' which
led the one to yield p-otection and cor
ilial likiug. aud the ether an admiring
resjtect and loyal, if h.zy. service.
It is no uncomniMn thing even yet in
the south to hear one man say of an
other: "I've knov ed him till my life.
My father was his lather's overseer "wav
t"s. They are right
!e. !iis folks are; we
ii well." The liking
liuil; and that the
tie south remained
m ill m a great
pi sit ion is due partly
.ness. partly to the
from the Beverley
i littlo stretch of
ttenient of cabins
Dcen occujjied by
back in slavery ti
;lovn clever I'd
alius liked 'em
was generally u
'overseer" cla.-s oi
so long, and rem.i
measure. i;i a low;':
to their own will. :
iiabit of stiliordina :
Across the ravi;.
woods, stood a m
which liad formerly
slaves belonging to ii estate. Some of
the houses had fallen into partial or to
tal ruin, but a few wi re still inhabited,
is was shown by the eurling smoke as
rending from their chimneys. Above
them, nearer the crest of the hill, stood
the overseer's house- a neat building of
hewn logs with a rough porch in front,
mid still in a good state of preservation.
It had been occnpii d by a family of
white tenants at the time when this por
tion of the Beverley plantation passed
into other hands; bi t the lawyer, in
obedience to instructions received from
the new proprietor,, had moved them
out and had the (must- done up a little.
Not that Ned Anthony cherished any
sentiment connet .ed with the house in
which he had been born; on the con
trary, he considered i emphatically "a
dog hoi;" but he was a practical fellow
and well used to Toughing it, and
thought that the "old shanty" would do
well enough to live in for a month or so
while he should run np a decent house;
that is, if he should di cide to make any
sojourn in Virginia.
Anthony stood in c ne of the rooms,
whistling softly and looking about him
one morning about week after the
night on which he had renewed his ac
quaintance (as he the tight) with his old
playfellow through the parlor window.
The next day he had pone down to Rich
mond to order some tl ings he needed for
his temporary establishment and to talk
to a contractor about nutting up a bouse
for him in case he should decide to "stop
on the ranch" for a yt ar or so. lie was
not a man that ever let the grass grow
under his feet.
Standing in the middle of the old
room, the past got hold of him some
how and pushed its way through the
hard crust of the outer man to the sanc
tuary which even the roughest of us
keep somewhere abou: our anatomy for
the refuge of a few tender associations
our youth, our homes and mothers, the
girl, perhaps, whose eyes gave us our first
Old Mrs. Anthony had not been in any
way a show figure. She was tall and
spare of limb, and si nv of speech and
gait; her eyes were s id, and her thin,
sallow face had ratlitr a mournful ex
pression. She wore rough clothes and
a kerchief folded coruerwise over her
gr izzled hair, and smoked a corncob pipe
in tho intervals of he:' lalors; but she
was a good woman, a faithful, dutiful
wife and a devoted and self sacrificing
mother, kind aud ge'itle and patient,
and indulgent to her of 'spring, as women
of her class usually at e. Her son her
youngest lwrn had loved her, and it
was of her alone he was thinking as he
stood by the hearthstone and looked at
the corner where her spinning wheel
and her old split bottomed rocking chair
used to stand. Poor old mother! if she
could see him now, standing there,
wealthy, educated, well dressed, hon
ored among men and owner of the old
plantation on which 1 hey had lived as
Of the saturnine, It ng haired father,
and the five lank, slab-sided brothers,
the problem of whoso useless existence
it had taken a civil war to solve, he
thought little. He hi id not cared for
them greatly, and it was no distress to
him to know that they were dead. But
his mother was different She had been
the one human creature he had loved un
selfishly besides little Mary Beverley.
He was thinking of her, of his grief at
her death, his indignal ion when within
the year his father hud brought home
another in her place, his hatred of his
ntpninnthar whi-h hail msnlted in his
running away .from home to seek his
tortnne. and all the old timo matters,
when he was aroused by hearing a voice
outside. It was a clear, full voice, soft
ly modulated and its intonation was
very pleafcant unmistakably the voice
of a lady.
"Stay here laddies," she was saving,
"and play until 1 get through talking to
the old people, and then we'll walk over
to Judge Wilmer's for some apples. I
can't let you come, indeed. Ran. The
last time I took you to the cabin vou up
set Aunt, Kitty's churn and wasted all
the poor old woman's buttermilk on the
floor. Yes, my child. I know it was an
accident, but such accidents are always
happening to you. Yon are a verv un
lucky and heedless littlo boy, and to
take you visiting is simply to invito
calamity. Stay here, and be good chil
dren. I won't be long."
Anthony drew near tho window, and
in a moment had the satisfaction of see
ing a tall, graceful woman, with a little
willow basket in her hand, pass and en
ter the farthest of the group of cabins.
Meanwhile the boys, two in number,
and aged respectively five and seven
years, had taken possession of the porch
and were climbing on the railings. They
were large, straight limited children, and
the smaller had a crop of chestnut curls
that fell almost to his waist. As they
jumped about they laughed and chat
tered. The door was a trifle ajar, and
Anthony could hear every word.
"Aunt Neelie didn't want mamma to
put any coffee in her basket," remarked
the smaller child; "she said mamma
oughtn't to give tho servants things,
'cause maybe we'd want 'em ourselves.
That's mean, ain't it Hector? We've got
ii whole bucket of coffee in our store
rooni and poor old Annt Kitty hasn't any
in her cuplioard. She asked mamma to
Rive her the grounds; I heard her that
day I knocked the churn over."
"Aunt Xeelie's such a hunks! I hate
her!" resinmded Hector. "She's alway
fussing about something. Other folks
want coffee too. just as well as she does,
I reckon. Mamma don't listen to her,
one good thing, and gives the old folks
things all the time. White people al
ways give to black people; Aunt Neelie
ought to know that. If they didn't,
But tiiis was much too difficult a ques
tion for little Ran to settle; lie avoided
it, therefore, and introduced another
topic. "Ilec. what is panpersV"
"Folks that haven't any money, nor
any place to live, nor things to eat, nor
ilotlu-s to wear," defined Hector com
prehensively. "Then we ain't that. I thought we
weren't, liecause we've got land and a
house, and lots of things. And you've
Kot a calf, and I've got ten cents, and a
pandervand a little pig, and a speckled
pullet, and" growing weary with tho
rimmeration of his wealth "and. oh,
yes! a drake with a wen under his chin."
"Who said we were paupers?" tired
Hector. "It's a lie!"
"So 'tis," acquiesced Ran pleasantly,
if not having things is being paupers.
But you must not say it's a lie, Hec, be
cause 'twas Aunt Neelie that said it.
She said it when mamma told her that
the gentleman hail come that bought the
land, you know grandpa's land and
father's. She cried when mamma told
her, and said the Beverleys were pau
pers and that mamma didn't care one
bit and was glad the land was gone, be
cause she wasn't a Beverley."
"She is a Beverley," asserted Hector;
"and I'm going to have the land back
when I get to le a man. I'm going to
work hard and make a lot of money, and
ask the gentleman to let me have it
back; and I know he will, because he
won't lovo it like we do. He's just a
6tranger. vol know. Ran, so he won't
care for it, a';d will like the money bet
ter." "That will be jollv," said Ran. "I'll
The listener inside smiled to himself.
Prosperity had departed from the old
family, aud they felt the change; he had
thought they would, when he saw the
land advertised. He had not liought it
hinrelf to gloat over their downfall and
his own uprising. He scarcely knew yet
why he had bought it. Perhaps he was
a little influenced by the feeling that the
land had letter be in his hands than in
those of strangers; jierhaps it was only a
passing whim, but anyhow he had
bought it, and, while he knew perfectly
well that it was a poor investment for
his money, he was not sorry that he had
done so. These boys were Hector Bev
erley's sons of course; indeed, their
names, Hector and Randolph, made that
fact patent. He wondered if there were
any more children. "Aunt Neelie"
must be his former object of detestation
Miss Cornelia, he recognized her at
The little boys were sitting on the
steps. Hector hud a straight pine to
bacco stick in his hands, and was split
ting it with his knife into long slender
splinters to make a bird trap. Ran was
watching him with interest. Anthony,
looking out at them, remembered many
a time when ho had sat there splitting
tobacco sticks for the same purpose.
Hector took up the discourse. "Ran!"
he said, and paused to wrestle with a
"Mamma says we must not talk about
Aunt Neelie. I asked her what made
Aunt Neelie so nasty one day, and she
said when I got old, and had lots of
trouble and a pain in my back 'most all
the time, I wouldn't like folks to call
me nasty, and I reckon I wouldn't
neither. She tells us bully stories some
times, too, and then I almost like her.
Maybe when she gets to heaven, where
her back can't ache, and the coffee
won't ever be burned and tne rolls won't
ever be sour, she'll be real pleasant."
Ran pushed back his hat with his
hand until the brim rested on the mass
of curls on his shoulders, and regarded
his brother steadfastly, an expression of
dismay on his face that was comical.
Evidently the future held possibilities
for which he was unprepared.
"Is Aunt Neelie going to heaven?" he
"Of course she is," responded Hector.
"There ain't any other place for her to
go. She s old, and she's a woman.
You couldn't say a woman was going to
hell, could you? I'd like to kaow what
sort of manners you'd call that. Of
course she's going to heaven."
With this triumphant settlement of
the difficulties of the future state ou the
plain principles of life laid down for him
here below by hia very old fashioned
mother, Hector returned to his whittling.
Ran pondered! "Hec," he said, "I
reckon she will go in a good way ahead
of us, and she's sure not to like it down
by the gate, because she'll think some
body else has got a better place. I tell
you what we'll do; we'll squat down
right by the middle walk, behind the
box bushes, ami wait till we hear some
of the angels talking about her and say
ing Where's she's gone, and then we:ll
clip the other way and hunt for father."
"That ain't a good way," objected
Hector; "you're sure to meet her walk
ing around, anyhow; so there isn't any
use of dodging. You can't stay in one
place fifty hundred millions of vears
without seeing all the people."
"Can't I?" despondently; then, with
more hopefulness. "I can everlastingly
toddle. Hec. and Aunt Neelie walks s'o
slow. When I see her coming toward
me, you just watch out sharp, and vou'll
see one little angel hustle."
Hector laughed, and the listener had
much ado to keep from joining. There
was another skeleton over in tho old
gray house besides straitened means.
In his blunt, straightforward way he
was beginning to be sorry for Mary Bev
erley. ; l to feel, as he would have ex
pressed ii, that life "wasn't toting fair
With his habitual quick movements
and light, almost stealthy step, he passed
into the inner room and" out at the back
of the house. After a moment he came
around and seated himself on the steps
lieside the boys and made overtures of
friendship. They were friendly little
fellows, neither shy nor pushing, and
the trio got on well together. Indeed,
when they discovered that he knew all
about making bird traps, and had a knife
with six blades in it. besides a corkscrew
and a pair of scissors, and could imitate
wild birds and creatures, and oil, bliss!
had seen live be;.rs, the acquaintance
showed signs of deepening into inti
macy. After tlie talk had gone on some tin. ?
and Anthony felt that his populariry
jusutied iv. he commenced plying them
with quest ii -is. It. w manv children
were there in all? Who took care of
them and the like? Only them, the
children said: they had had a little sis
ter, named Mary, but she bad gone to
heaven. She had been older than Hec
tor. Their mother took care of thein.
Who else should?
"They had an aunt,"v'Anthony sug
gested. They admitted that they had, but she
was old: she could not take care of any
IxhIv. She needed people to take care
of her, to wait on her and fetch her
"I don't mean the old lady," said their
Hew friend brusquely. "You've got a
young aunt a girl named like your lit
tle sister." Anthony could never re
memlHT that Mary, if living, was only
a couple of years younger than himself.
"The idea of my wanting to know any
thing aliout Miss Neelie! She's an old
tartar, ain't she?"
Now, the children, while ready to dis
enss their relative between themselves
and to pass judgment upon her freel3'.
Were quite well aware of what was
proper and becoming in the matter.
Xhey would connient and criticize
themselves, bat ne stranger should take
the liberty. Hector drew himself away
a little and remarked, in a reserved tone,
that Annt Neelie was an old lady, and
had lieen ill and had trouble; she must
be treated with consideration.
Anthony did not know that the child
was rendering verbatim his mother's
daily precept to himself, nor did he at
all realize that 'he should not have put
the question. Ho was amused at the
boy's change of manner, but he was a
little annoyed too.
"You have another aunt?" he asserted,
rather than questioned, a second time.
"No." said Hector: "we haven't."
But Ran was a child who liked exact
ness. "We haven't now," he amended, "but
we used to have lfore we were born.
There was a little Mary once that wasn't
our sister. She must have been our
aunt, you know, Ilec; although it seems
funny, don't it? She was grandpa's baby
long ago. and she's over there with the
rest." He pointed as he spoke toward a
spot back of the home buildings, where
a group of cedars were outlined darkly
against the clear blue sky.
Anthony felt as though some one had
struck him in the face. He knew that
those trees stood in the family burying
ground. Things looked black around
him for a moment and the dream of
years shriveled slowly, like a morning
glory when the day grows old. The
children watched him as he slowly cut
into the bit of wood he had picked np
from the path. They were not surprised
at his knowledge of their family matters.
Their world was small as yet, but it was
the world, and with its concerns and
history of course all men were familiar.
A lady came out of one of the cabins
with a little willow basket in her hand.
Behind her hobbled an old negro man
who was talking to her volubly, chuck
ling to himself and seeming very well
pleased about himself. Anthony watched
his Grandisonian bow and the sweep he
gave to his old ragged hat as he stepped
forward to open the gate for her. She
was tall and stately, but no longer in
her first youth, Anthony could see, as
she lingered to give a last word or direc
tion. "Who's that?" he asked abruptly, al
She was walking toward them now,
and Ran 'was racing down the path to
meet her. Hector, who had started like
wise, looked back over his shoulder.
"It's my mother," he said, and then
TO BE CONTINUED.
Speaker Crisp has gone to To rtress Mon
roe for a few days' rest.
THE MOLINE WAGON,
-Tlie loline Wap Co,
Manufacturers ol FARM, SPRING AND FREIGHT WAGONS
A fn? ass
application. See the MOLIKB WAGON before purchasing.
WE HAVE THE FINEST OF
Bread, Cakes, Pies and Buns
rn the'eity. Also Pee our line of fresh fried Cakes, Cream
Pies and Cream Puffs. Angel Foods, etc., and many
other varieties too numerous to mention. We also get
up the finest of Wedding and Pany Cakes, and Oyster
Patties a specialty. Only the best of material used in
the manufacturing of all theee goods, and first-class
workmanship guaran-eed. We deal largely in Wedding
Cake. Ornaments of all kinds,
MUNROE, DeRUE & ANDERSON.
For CHOICE MEATS Go to . .
H. Treman & Sons,
All telephone orders promptly filled. Telephone Ne. 1103. 1700 Third Ave.
ruCORPOKATKD UNDER THB STATE LAW.
Roek Island Savings Bank,
BOOK ISLAND, ILL.,
Open dally from 9 a. m. to 4 p. m., and Saturday evenings from 7 to 8 o'clock.
Five per oent interest paid on Deposits. Monev loaned on Personal, Col
lateral, or Real Estate Security
P. R-HTNOLDtj. Pre.. , C. DKNKHANN. Vice-Pre.. J. H. BUFORD, Caahier.
P. L. Mitchell. K P. Reynolds, P. C. Denkmann. John Cmbangh. H. P. Hall
Phil Mltchtll, L. Simon, K. W. Hnret, J. M. Biiford.
Jacksoh a Huxst, Solicitors.
I-Bcgan baeineu Julys. 1880, and OCCDPyiJJ.'n"teat comer of Mitchell Lynde new
J. T. DIXOJST
And Dealer in Mens' Fine Woolens.
1706 Second Avenue
You can save money by trading at the Old Reliable
5 AND IO CENT STORE.
Crockery, Cutlery, Tinware, Classware and Wooden
MRS. C. MITSCH'S, 1314 Third Are.
GEORGE SCHAFER, Proprietor.
1801 Second Avenue. Corner of sixteenth Stree - Opposite Harper's Theatre.
The choicest Wines, Liquors. Beer and Cigars always on Hand
free Lunch Every Day
Sandwicbes Furnished en Snort Hotln
Proprietor of theBrady Street
Ail kinds of Cat Flowers constantly on hand.
Green Houses Flower Store
One block north of Central Park, the largest in Is. - 80S Brady Street, Davenport, Iowa.
A. BLACKH ALL,
Manufacturer of all ktnda of
BOOTS AND SHOES
Gents' Fine Shoes aepecialty. Repairing done neatly and promptly.
A bare of your patronage respectfully solicited.
1618 8econd Avenue, Rok Island, EL
v. ; -u-