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{ CHAPTER IX.
* OWEN.
/STyTr was not many days after
|ffl AJ my arrival In the foothill coun|g5H
try that I began to hear of
B2S) Owen. They all had stories
of her. The details were not many, but
the Impression was vivid. She lived
remote from that center of civilization
known' as Swan Creek In the postal
guide, but locally as Old Latour's, far
up ainong tbe hills uear the Devil's
lake, and from her father's ranch she
never ^ventured. But some of the men
had hgd glimpses of her and had come
to definite opinions regarding her.
"What Is she like?" I asked Bill one
day, trying to pin him down to something'like
a descriptive account of her.
"Like! She's a terrer," he said,
with slow emphasis, "a holy terrer."
"But what is she like? What does
ahe 109k like?" I asked Impatiently.
"Look like?" He considered a mo- I
mint, [looked slowly round as If searching
for a simile, then answered, "I
dunno."
"Don't know? What do you mean?
Haven't you seen her?"
"Teh! But she ain't like nothin'."
Bill was quite decided upon this
point.
I tried again.
"Well, what sort of hair has she got?
She's got hair, I suppose?"
"Hayer! Well, a few!" said Bill,
with (jome choice combinations of profanity
In repudiation of my suggestion.
"Yards of it! Red!"
"Git out!" contradicted HL "Red!
'Taln't no more red than mine!"
Bill regarded Hi's hair critically.
"What color do you put on to your
old brush?" he asked cautiously.
"'Taln't no difference. 'Taln't red,
anyhow."
"Red! Well, not quite exactly," and
Bill went off Into a low, long, choking
chuckle, ejaculating now and then:
"Red!; Jee-ml-ny Anp! Red!"
"No, Hi," he went oij, recovering himself
with the same abruptness as he
used with his bronco, and looking at
his friend with a face even more than
usually solemn, "your hayer ain't red,
HI; dpn't let-Any of your relatives
persuade you to that. 'Tiin't red!"
and he threatened to go off again, but
pulled himself up with dangerous suddenness.
"It may t>e blue, cerulyum
blue or even purple, but red"? He
paused violently, looking at bis friend
as if he found him a new and interesting
object of study upon which he
mulri not trust himself to SDeak. Nor
could ho be Induced to proceed with
the description he had begun.
But HI, paying no attention to Bill's
oration, took up the subject with enthusiasm.
"She kin ride?she's a reg'lar buster
to ride; ain't she, Bill?" Bill nodded.
"She kin bunch cattle an' cut out an'
yank a steer up to any cowboy on the
range."
"Whjy, how big Is she?"
"Big? Why, she's just a kid! 'Taln't
the bigness of her; it's the nerve. She's
got thy coldest kind of nerve you ever
seen; hain't she, Bill?" And again Bill
nodded.
"'Member the day she dropped that
steer, Bill?" went on HI.
"What was that?" I asked, eager for
a yarn;
"Oh, nuthln'," said Bill.
"Nuthin'1" retorted HI. "Pretty big
nuthln'1"
"What was It?" I urged.
"Oh, Bill here did some funny work
at old Meredith's round up, but he
don't gpeak of It. He's shy, you see."
and HI grinned.
"Well, there ain't no occasion for
your proceedln' on to that tact." said
Rill ri'tacnatpdlv. and Hi lovaliv re
frained, so I have never yet got the
rights of the story. But from what I
did hear I gathered that Bill, at the
risk of his life, had pulled the Duke
from under the hoofs of a mad steer,
and that little Gwen bad in the coolest
possible manner "sailed in on her
bronco" and, by putting two bullets into
the steer's head, had saved them
both from great danger, perhaps from
death, for the rest of the cattle were
crowding near. Of course Bill could
never be persuaded to speak of the incident.
A true western man will never
hesitate to tell you what he can do,
but of what he has done he does not
readily speak.
The only other Item that Hi con- j
tributed to the sketch of Gwen was
that her temper could blaze if the occa-1
sion demanded.
"'Member young Hill, Bill?"
Bill " 'membered."
"Didu't she cut Into hlra sudden?
Sarved hlra right too."
"What did she do?"
"Cut hlra across the face with her
quirt In good style."
"What for?"
"Knockin* about her Indian Joe."
Joe was. as I came to learn. Ponka's
eon and Gwen's most devoted slave.
"Oh. she ain't no refrigerator."
"Yes," assented Bill. "She's a leetle
swift."
Then, as If fearing he had been apologizing
for her. he added, with the air
of one settling the que<*'on: "But
she's good stock! She suits me!"
The Duke helped me to another side
of her character.
"She Is a remarkable child," he said
one day: "wild and shy as a coyote,
but fearless, quite, and with a heart
full of passions. Meredith?the Old
Timer, you know?has kept her up
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there among: the hills. She sees no one
but himself and Ponka's Blackfoot relations,
who treat her like a goddess
and "help to spoil her utterly. She
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Knows uieu uiigu unu mcu ?ujo?juvo
off with them for u week at a time."
"What! With the Blackfeet?"
"Ponka and Joe. of course, go along,
but even without them she is as safe
as if surrounded by the Coldstream
guards. But she has given them up
for some time now."
"And at home?" 1 asked. "Has she
any education? Can she read or
write?"
"Not she. She can make her own
dresses, moccasins and leggings. She
can cook and wash?that is, when she
feels in the mood. And she kuysvs all
about the birds and beasts and flowers
and that sort of thing, but?education!
Why, she is hardly civilized!"
"What a shame!" I said. "How old
is she?"
"Oh, a mere child?fourteen or fifteen,
I imagine, but a woman in many
things."
"And what does her father say to
all this? Can he control her?"
"Control!" said the Duke in utter
astonishment. "Why, bless your soul,
nothing in heaven or earth could control
her. Wait till you see her stand
with her proud little head thrown
back, giving orders to Joe, and you
will never again connect the Idea of
control with Gwen. She might be a
princess for the pride of her. I've
seen some. too. in my day, but none
to touch her for sheer, imperial pride,
little Lucifer that she is."
"And how does her father stand her
nonsense?" I asked, for I confess 1
was not much taken with the picture
the Duke had drawn.
i "Her rather simply roiiows Denina
her and adores, as do all things that
come near her. down, or up. perhaps,
to her two dogs. Wolf and Loo, for
either of which she would readily die
if need be. Stijl." he added after a
pause, "it Is a shame, as you say. She
ought to know something of the refinements
of civilization, to which, after
all, she belongs, and from which none
of us can hope to escape." The Duke
was silent for a few moments and then
added with some hesitation. "Then, too.
she is quite a pagan?never saw a
prayer book, you know."
And so it came about, chlefiy through
the Duke's Influence, I imagine, that I
wus engaged by the Old Timer to go
up to his ranch every week and teach
his daughter something of the elementaries
of a lady's education.
My introduction was ominous of the
many things I was to suffer of that
same young maiden before I had finished
my course with her. The Old
Timer had given careful directions as
to the trail that would lead me to the
canyon where he was to meet me. Up
the Swan went the trail, winding ever
downward Into deeper and narrower
coulees and up .to higher open sunlit
slopes, till suddenly it settled into a
valley which began with great width
and narrowed to a canyon whose rocky
Bides were dressed out with shrubs and
trailing vines and wet with trickling
rivulets from the numerous springs
that oozed and gushed from the black,
glistening rocks. This canyon was an
eerie place of which ghostly tales were
told from the old Blackfoot times. And
to this day no Blackfoot will dare to
pass through this black walled, oozy,
glistening canyon after the moon has
passed the western lip. But in the
warm light of -broad day the canyon
was a good epough place, cool and
sweet, and 1 lingered through, waiting
for the Old Timer, who failed to appear
till the shadows began to darken
its western black sides.
Out of the mouth of the canyon the
trail climbed to a wide stretch of prairie
that swept up over soft hills to the left
and down to the bright gleaming waters
of the Devil's lake on the right.
In the sunlight.the lake lay like a gem
radiant with many colors, the far side
black in the shadow of the crowding
pines, then, in the middle, deep, blue and
purple, and. nearer, many shades of emerald
that ran quite to the white sandy
beach. Uight in front stood the ranch
buildings, upon a slight rising ground
und surrounded by a sturdy palisade
of upright pointed poles. This was the
castle of the princess. I rode up to the
open gate. then turned and stood to
look down upon the marvelous lake
shining and shimmering with its many
radiant colors. Suddenly there was an
awful roar, uiy pony shot round upon
his hind legs after his beastly cayuse
manner, deposited me sitting upon the
ground and fled down the trail, pursued
by two huge dogs that brushed
past me as I fell. I was aroused from
my amazement by a peal of laughter,
shrill, but full of music. Turning. 1
saw my pupil, as I guessed, standing
at the head of a most beautiful pinto
(spotted) pony with a heavy cattle quirt
in her hand. I scrambled to my feet
and said, somewhat angrily. I fear:
"What are you laughing at? Why
don't you call back your dogs? They
will chase my pony beyond all reach."
She lifted her little head, shook back
her masses of brown red hair, looked
at me as if I were quite beneath eontempt
anil said, "No, they will kill him."
"Then," said 1. for I was very augry,
"I will kill thorn," pulling at the revolver
in my belt.
"Then." she said, and for the first
time 1 noticed her eyes blue black, with
gray rims, "I will kill you," and she
jvhlppea out an ugly loomng revolver.
PYoui ber face I bad no doubt tbat she
would not hesitate to do as she had
jaid. I changed my tactics, for I was
anxious about my pony, and said, with
my best smile:
"Can't you call them back? Won't
they obey you?"
Her face changed in a moment
"Is it your pony? Do you love him
very much?"
"Dearly!" I said, persuading myself
of a sudden affection for the cranky
little brute.
She sprang upon her pinto and set off
down the trail. The pony was now
coursing up and down the slopes,
doubling like a hare, instinctively
avoiding the canyon, where he would
be cornered. He was mad with terror at
the huge brutes tbat were silently but
with awful and sure swiftness running
him down.
The girl on the pinto whistled shrilly
and called to her dog: "Down, Wolf!
Back, Loo!' But running low, with
long, stretched bodies, they heeded not
but sped on. ever gaining upon the
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As they drew near In their circling, the
girl urged her pinto to meet them,
loosening her lariat as she went. As
the pony neared the pinto he slackened
his speed; Immediately the nearer dog
gathered herself in two short jumps
and sprang for the pony's throat. But,
even as she sprang, the lariat whirled
round - the girl's head and fell swift
and sure about the dog's neck, and next
moment she lay choking upon the
prairie. Her mate paused, looked
back and gave up the chase. But dire
vengeance overtook them, for, like one j
possessed, the girl fell upon them with
her quirt aud beat them one after the
other till, in pity for the brutes, I interposed.
"They shall do as 1 say or I shall
kill them! 1 shall kill them!" she cried,
raging and stamping.
"Better shoot them," I suggested,
pulling out my pistol. ,
Immediately she dung herself upon
the one that moaned and whined at
her feet, crying:
"If you dare! If you dare!" Then I
she burst into passionate sobbing.
"You bad Loo! You bad, dear old Loo!
But you were bad?you know you were
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arms about Loo's neck till Loo, whining
and quivering with love and delight,
threatened to go quite mad, and
Wolf, standing majestically near, broke
into short howls of impatience for his
turn of caressing. They made a strange
group, those three wild things, equally
fierce and passionate in hate and in
love. i
Suddenly the girl remembered me,
and standing up she said, half
ashamed: i
"They always obey me. They are |
mine, but they kill any strange thing
that comes in through thd gate. They
are allowed to." i
"It is a pleasant whim."
"What?" ]
"I mean, Isn't that dangerous to
strangers?"
"Oh, no one ever comes alone except
the Duke. And they keep off the ,
wolves." i
"The Duke comes, does he?"
"Yes!" and her eyes lit up. "He is
my friend. He calls me his 'princess,'
and he teaches me to talk and tells
me stories?oh, such wonderful stories!"
1 looked in wonder at her face, so ,
gentle, so girlish, and tried to think
back to the picture of the girl who a
few momenta before had so coolly
threatened to shoot me and had so
furiously beaten her dogs. i
1 kept her talking of the Duke as we ]
walked back to the gate, watching her .
face the while. It was not beautiful;
it was too thin and the mouth was too
large. But the teeth were good and the
eyes, blue black with gray rims, looked
straight at you?true eyes and brave,
whether in love or in war. Iler hair
was her glory. Red it-was, in spite of :
Hi's denial, but of such marvelous, in- ,
describable shade that in certain lights, j
as she rode over the prairie, it streamed 1
behind her like a purple banner?a
most confusing and bewildering color,
but quite in keeping with the nature I
of the owner.
She gave her pinto to Joe and, stand- ]
ing at the door, welcomed me with a
dignity and graciousness that made me ;
think that the Duke was not far wrong j
when he named her "Princess." ]
The door opened upon the main or 1
living room. It was a long apartment, 1
with low ceiling and walls of hewn <
logs chinked and plastered and all :
beautifully whitewashed and clean. 1
The tables, chairs and benches were all j
homemade. On the floor were mag- i
nificent syns of wolf, bear, musk ox 1
and mountain goat The walls were J
decorated with heads and horns of
deer and mountain sheep, eagles' wings
and a beautiful breast of a loon, which '
Gwen had shot and of which she was (
very proud. At one end of the room j
a huge stone OreDlace stood radiant in i
its summer decoration of ferns and '<
grasses and wild flowers. At the other j
end a door opened into another room, ,
smaller and richly furnished with t
relics of former grandeur. '
Everything was clean and well kept.
Every nook, shelf and corner was ,
fWk-eri with flowers and ferns from i
the canyon.
A strange bouse It was, full of curl- ;
ous contrasts, but It fitted this quaint i
child that welcomed me with such '
gracious courtesy. J
TO BE CONTINUED. I
Jewela on an Idol.
The jewels of an Indian idol must be
worth stealing If many of those re- J
markably hideous Images possess such
valuable head ornaments as one made ,
for the Idol Parthasathy, in the Tripll- I
cane temple at Madras. The orna- 1
ment is worth some 50,000 rupees and
is made of sovereign gold, studded with ,
diamonds, emeralds and rubies, the
largest emerald being valued at 1,000 '
rupees and the biggest ruby and diamond
at 300 rupees apiece. I,
PROHIBITION AND
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Powerful Sermon on the
Evils of Alcohol.
NO ESCAPING RESPONSIBILITY.
Great Moral Question Conclusively Arfrom
the Standooint of Com
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mon Sens??Alcohol Is Deadly Poison,
and Its Use Involves Moral and
Physical Death?Dispensary Is Only
Another Name for Barroom.
Pursuant to previous announcement,
Rev. J. L. Stokes, D. D., pastor of
Trinity church, preached last Sunday
morning on the subject of the dlspensary
and prohibition. He took his text
from Genesis Iv, 9. and handled the
subject In a manner that was most J
striking, especially to those who are after
the plain truth. The sermon In
full, was as follows:
Our text Is Cain's Impudent reply to
Jehovah's question, "Where is Abel
thy brother?" I need not detail the
circumstances: I will only say that It
Is not at all In the nature of a rational
protest, but a flippant and angry
evasion of responsibility, and such it
has ever been down to the present day.
It is an old question, and yet one
ever new. And the subject of responsibility
for others deduced from it is of
universal application.
We limit Its application today to our
responsibility touching the matter of
temperance. The subject has two
arms?total abstinence and prohibition.
Observe we do not say, "moral suasion"
and prohibition, as if we put
"moral suasion" In contrast with prohibition;
because the work of the
Christian and of the church is along the
line of "nroral suasion" all the time.
Moral considerations only are brought
by us to bear upon prohibition. We do
not have to leave our old ground.
"The weapons of our warfare are not
carnal." Please note this correction
of a popular mistake.
Let us now notice:
I. Reasons For Total Abstinence.
1. The first reason for It is the consideration
of physical health. Says the
United States dispensatory: "As an article
of daily use, alcoholic liquors produce
the most deplorable consequences.
Besides the moral degradation which
they cause, their habitual use gives
rise to dyspepsia, hypochondiasis, visceral
obstructions, dropsy, paralysis,
and not unfrequently mania."
The late Dr. Willard Parker says:
"What is alcohol? The answer is?a
poison. It Is so regarded by the best
writers and teachers on toxicology. I
refer to Orfila, Christlson, and the like,
who class it with arsenic, corosive
sublimate and prussic acid. * Introduced
into the system, it Induces a
general disease, as well marked as intermittent
fever, smallpox, or lead
poisoning."
2. But another reason for total abstinence
is the ill-effect of alcohol upon
the mind. Dr. Richardson says: "As
[ have moved among those who are
physically stricken with alcohol, and
have detected under the various disguises
of the name the fatal diseases,
the pains and penalties It Imposes on
the body, the picture has been sufficiently
cruel. But even that picture
pales as I conjure up, without any
3tretch of Imagination, the devastations
which the same agent inflicts on
the mind. Forty per cent?the learned
superintendent of Colney Hatch, Dr.
Shepperd, tells us?forty per cent of
those who were brought into that asylum
during the year 1876, were so
brought because of the direct or indirect
effects of alcohol."
Nor are the evils of alcohol here confined
to its immoderate use. It is a
very common mistake that this is so,
says Joseph Cook, the famous Boston
Monday lecturer: "All physicians
know that poisons have a local action
within the system, and that sometimes
a rifleball has no more definite impingement
upon whatever it is aimed
at than a poison has in relation to the
object against the welfare of which it
Is directed. We must remember that
the special local affinity of alcohol is
for the brain, that the relaxation of the
fibres which allows the heart to beat
faster is not a sign of health, but of
disease, and that the moderate drinker,
in ninety cases out of a hundred, is
thus honeycombed through and through
with this relaxation. Its effects are
seen first In a lack Qf moral feeling.
But when fever strikes him down, when
cholera attacks him, when sun's heat
and life's struggle come together, he
breaks more easily than he otherwise
would. In your remaining ten cases,
perhaps, there may be immunity for a
while: but in old age a man Is more
brittle than he would be otherwise, and
in the next generation what do you
fret?" (and here Mr. Cook speaks of
heredity, which we quote further on).
3. Still another reason for total abstinence
is the blunting of the moral
sensibilities by drink. This is not, perhaps,
capable of as exact proof as we
have given on other points; but it
must be sufficiently plain to every observing,
reflecting mind.
4. A fourth reason is the consideration
of alcoholic influence in heredity.
Darwin says: "It is remarkable that all
the diseases arising from drinking
spirituous or fermented liquors are liable
to become hereditary even to the
third generation, increasing, if the
cause be continued, till the family becomes
extinct." Dr. Brown, a wellknown
English writer on insanity, says:
'The drunkard not only enfeebles and
weakens his own nervous system, but
entails mental disease upon his family."
Mr. Joseph Cook says: "When
there is a confirmed and Inveterate
habit of wine drinking, or other habitual
and prolonged although moderate
alcoholic stimulation the succession of
generations differs in character usually
not far from what it was in Webster's
family?colossal strength in the
father of Webster, colossal strength in
vveDSier, erratic sirengtn m wc auu,
lack of control In the grandson?a boy
who made of his grandfather's amusement
his whole occupation; and what
the next generation would have been,
the law of herlditary descent will tell
you. Inexhaustible strength, eccentricity,
moral weakness, and then the
conditions which your 'Atlantic Monthly,'
choice about its language, describes
by the adjective 'spoony.' Even
giants may deteriorate to this stage in
four generations."
5. A fifth reason for total abstinence
Is that of Pauline charity. We find
this stated In Rom. xiv, 21: "It Is good
neither to eat flesh, nor to drink wine,
nor anything whereby thy brother
stumbleth, or is offended, or is made
weak." And closer and still closer to
our hearts does this admonition come,
as we realize our increased and everIncreasing
opportunities and facilities
for helping or hurting our brother?as
society binds us indeed in a closer and
more subtle web. More and more
commanding it is, as we get closer to
the great heart of Paul, and to the
greater heart of our Divine Lord.
Nor should this argument have
weight with Christians alone. In some
measure it must touch aven the un
godly; as the father, for Instance, with
the natural affection common to us all
?as the father realizes that his example
is leading his own son astray, and
slowly but surely undermining the fair
fabric of his future prospects.
6. Another reason is the stern fact
that drinking, even moderately, unfits
us utterly for Christian usefulness. No
earnest soul wants me to point him to
Christ with the smell of alcohol on my
lips. And I have no right to complain
of this. It is no narrow prejudice. No,
but rather one of those primal instincts
of our nature that are as true as the
needle to the pole.
Full of boundless significance is the
fact I will now relate: The Church of
England has a temperance society that
is composed of two sections; those who
take the pledge of "moderation," and
those who take the pledge of "total abstinence,;"
but the "rescue section,"
those who go out after the lost and
fallen, are entirely from the ranks of
the teetotalers! I ask you to think of
that, and decide in which class you
will place yourself.
Before leaving this part of our subject
let us consider total abstinence in
a little wider use of the term. I speak
of the family custom and of the "family
pledge." Let us not only practice
total abstinence as individuals, but let
us see to it that ours are total abstinence
homes. Let there be no decanter
and glasses on the sideboard, no wine
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REV. J. L. STOKES, D. D.
at our tables. Let us consider the pro- '
priety of what Is called the "family 1
pledge." I heard of a touching in- 3
stance of the kind recently, where 5
there hangs In one of our Christian ^
homes a framed pledge signed by ^
father, mother and every child, the
youngest putting her name In badly 3
formed capitals, the best the little
childish hands could do. Some of that 3
circle are dead now, but this eloquent r
memorial stands. Dr. Cuyler says the
"social drink customs are coming b&ck j
again and a fresh education of the 1
American people as jto the deadly'drink 1
evil Is the necessity of the hour." The J
drink customs coming back again?I *
|say. may God forbid! may God forbid! - *
[ For it is this same social drinking in 3
j the homes, moderate, elegant, refined, *
[that Is the fountalnhead of beer-gar
den, barroom and dispensary! The 3
drink customs coming back again? ?
shall we not, then, with dearly-bought *
wisdom, seek to stop the beginnings of =
this fearful inundation?
Of course it may be objected that It
is the abuse, not tne use, 01 a guuu
thing that is to be deprecated. But we J;
| have seen how far back, even in the f
most moderate use, the deadly mis- Jj
chief begins: and above all, it needs to
be insisted upon that the abuse of
drink is the chronic condition today.
It is indeed, "a condition, not a thing, J
that confronts us." However, plausl- ?
bly we may argue the theory of mod- *
eration, every earnest soul knows that ^
moderation is unsafe for him personal- j.
ly, and insufficient as a "rescue rem- t
|edy," in the present conditions of our t
social life. Says Joseph Cook: "On .
all the physical vices God is throwing
the progress of the scjences, as we ,
throw spadesful of earth on a coffin. t
'Apples of Sodom,' 'Circe's Enchantment,'
was the ancient language about t
all the physical vices; but the microscopes
and the scalpel are revealing to
us in characters of fire, the depth of
those old metaphors. Physical vices '
are overrated, and, if exact science had
her way, would be outgrown by all but
the dissipated, who are always the dlzzypated."
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II. The Reasons For Prohibition. t
1. The enormous mischief . of the
traffic in ardent spirits must be
our first reason. The annual drink
bill of the nation Is now far past
the billion dollar line, which is
more than we pay for all our bread and
meat, and at least ten times as much t
as we expend for public education! ?
It is alluring to destruction the very
flower of our youth. It is corrupting
politics, and menacing society and the ^
church. Said the New York Indepen- d
dent some years ago: "lp the rejoicings
in Texas over the defeat of pro- s
hibition one of the leaders of the sa- o
loon party Is reported to have said: d
'Let the preachers go back to the pulpit
and the women to their habits. We
will take care of the country.' How P
'? /?*?tho eninnnlsts would take care of 1
the country, adds the Independent, "If s>
they were given free rein, is shown by u
hundreds of paragraphs like the follow- 1
ing from the New York Tribune: 'A *
family, consisting of Michael Downey, 0
his wife and five young children, were t
dispossessed from No. 572 West Twen- a
ty-fifth street on Monday. On Wednes- v
day an officer of the sanitary squad o
visited the house, and in the yard he 0
found the family. The children were r
filthy, and two of the youngest were c
naked. They were crying for something
to eat. The husband was lying I
on a pile of rubbish intoxicated, and e
the wife was bleeding from blows she 8
had received at his hands. Let the a
preachers," continues the Independent, n
"go back to their pulpits, and the women
to their habits, but let them go as ''
the sworn enemies of the saloon, and P
with the determination never to rest b
until the curse is blotted out." b
2. Our second reason is, the failure 0
of the license system. It was, of
course?we freely grant that?intend- 1
ed as a regulative, repressive measure, c
But the above shows Its utter failure
to accomplish in any adequate sense b
its end. H
3. Our third reason is, the Inherent ?
evil, the essential immorality of the ?
system. It was honestly and well in- *
tended. It meant to repress and con- c
trol; but it proceeded on a vicious v
principle. It meant to restrict, dui tnis "
could not be effected without legalizing r
the traffic under the restriction. Here s
the vicious principle was touched. No ?
wrong can ever be legalized. The traf- n
fle in strong drink as a beverage is a
moral wrong. So the enlightened P
Christian sentiment of the day de- 4i
clares. The system, then, that legal- ^
izes, or attempts to legalize?even ?
though at the same time restricting? ?
the liquor traffic, is essentially im- ?
moral. *
We say this, indeed, with due defer- c
ence to those who differ with us on P
this point. We know that good and G
true men have held otherwise. We t<
emember that it was but yesterday
:hat a (earless criticism laid bare the
itroclty of this thing. We gladly give
Tien time to learn. But let us who propose
to teach, declare the whole tretiendous
truth.
4. So that conscientious men, projerly
enlightened, are shut up to prohibition
as the only way of dealing with
his question. License being wrong, it
s wrong in all its forms, for all times,
'or all circumstances. The dispensary
s only a barroom spelled with a "D"
nstead of a "B."
We are now free to answer some obections:
1. It is said that it must be
icense (or dispensary) or free liquor;
md that the most earnest advocates
>f temperance reform could not hesiate
to choose license in this alternate.
We answer, this ignores prohibition
as a third practical measure of
elief. This is exactly the question,
vill not prohibition meet the case?
ifou affirm that prohibition is impracicable.
Well, we simply deny your
sroposltion. We have as good right to
lay it is practicable as you to say it is
m practicable. But as nothing is really
rained by assertion either way, we ony
ask that prohibition be tried as fairy
as you have tried license, assured
hat it will not be, that It cannot be,
to complete and conspicuous a failure.
2. In another form the objection is
lometimea put, prohibition does not
irohibit. Well, of course, It will not
irohiblt unless we make it prohibit,
t is not a patent labor-saving, responsibility-shifting
device. It is but a
nachine, as it were, that ever needs a
nan, a community, behind It to make
t go. But who, we ask, is raising the
cry, "prohibition does not prohibit."
friends, there is an old Latin proverb
vith a deal of wisdom in it, Tlmeo Dailos
et dona ferentes. The general
..rinciple is, look out for pretended
'riends; ask yourself who is it that is
riving advice so glibbly; inquire the
vhy of their advocacy. And let me
emlnd you that it is not the sorelyempted
man, manfully struggling
igainst the thirst for drink, that is
aising this cry. Nor is it the true
over and helper of his kind. No,
lir! no, sir!* it is the ex-saloonist and
lis familiars?the ex-saloonist who
vants fo be in business again. Runling
a "blind tiger" is marvelously successful
and remunerative, so they say;
jut somehow they would rather have
he "old stand open front and side and
ear, o. :e more. It is a little suspl ious
to say the least of it
3. "But men will drink, whatever
rau do." So in yet another form the
>ld, familiar objection is put. But this
irgues a lack of faith in God and in men
hat deserves the sharpest rebuke. It
s, indeed, only by faith in God and as
veil In men that any reform or progress
can become possible. I remember
hat history tells us that Varro, the
osing general in the utterly disastrous
leld of Cannae, when Hannibal was
it the gates of Rome, that Varro, lnitead
of being censured, received a
ote of thanks from the Roman senate.
iVhy? Because, in that darkest hour,
>e did not despair of the republic. And
;o let it be our shame, if, in the darkst
hour, we despair of the sound initincts
and high purposes of our reItemed
humanity.
4. Yet some are ready to say, be
his so or'not, it is a matter with which
he pulpit has nothing to do. But let
is see. It may help us all to clearer
'lews just here if we ask a few quesions:
(1) What is the pulpit fighting?
2) How are we fighting it? We aniwer,
in the first place, that we are
Ighting a moral wrong. We are not
Ighting a political creed, or a party
xpedient. That this question has inleed
a political side, in other words
hat men on the other side have drag
:ea it into pontics?mis is no concern
it ours. The pulpit claims the right,
chlch none can deny, to smite immorillty
wherever we find It, In individlals,
In corporations, In politics and in
rovernments. We go back of the poitlcal
expediencies of the fleeting hour,
md say simply, This thing is wrong!
But are we fighting, we ask
tgain, are we fighting this evil in any
mbecoming manner? Well, certainly
ome may have thus erred in the pul>lt,
but the examples are neither nunerous
nor conspicuous. The church,
is a body, has ever been mindful of
ler duty as a teacher. She has been
old, plain, faithful. It has been only
he truth that has offended men, as she
las proclaimed it. Her manner has
ver been that of a mother tenderly
lealing with the slowness and the misakes
of her children.
But there is a further view of this
iranch of .the subject that must not be
iverlooked. It touches the sacred right
if self-defense. The saloon is the
worn enemy of the church. We canlot
let it alone because it will not let
is alone. It is robbing us of our nolle
youth, of our Christian Sabbath, of
uir free institutions shall not every
latriot, then, much more every Chrisian
patriot:
Strike for our altars and our fires,
Strike for the green graves of our
sires,
God and our native land."
III. A few words must now be given
o that special phase of our subject in
South Carolina,
The Dispensary.
Vhat shall be say of this hypocritical
eviee, this miserable makeshift, this
Trojan horse," the vaunted dispenary?
Perhaps to give a simple recital
f its history will be its sufficient eonemnation.
Let us remember, then, that it was a
substitute measure," put in place of a
irohibition bill, whereby the prohibiion
majority of ten thousand in the
tate, was completely neutralized. Let
is recall that it was put forward as
he only practicable reform at the
ime; and, indeed, accepted by many
f us as a "stepping stone to prohibiion."
Let us note that it began with
number of excellent features. There
/as. first of all. an advance upon our
Id "local option" law. Under the local
ptlon law a majority of all the votes
etalned or excluded liquor from a
ommunity. Under the dispensary
iw a majority of the "freeholders."
.et us remember that there were most
vcellent regulations as to hours of
ale, selling to minors and to drunk- (
i ds. registry of sale, etc. There were
pany of us who rejoiced that under 1
his new law two-thirds, maybe three- |
ourths, of the state would be under j
rohtbition; and that the traffic would
e regulated, as far as it seemed possl- \
le to regulate it, In the remainder of
ur beloved commonwealth.
But It was all a delusion and a snare,
'he political aspirants rang the
hanges on the dispensary law being, 1
with a few needed amendments, the {
est solution of the liquor traffic." But 1
t was all "solution"?a perfect deluge !
f rum! Every amendment of the law
nly made it worse, instead of better; ]
he majority of freeholders soon be- '
ame the simple majority once more;
>hlle the was' has been constantly
locked to allowing the inalienable
ight of a community to abate the nuianee
by a new election; and the safeuards
as to selling have been for the
lost part?simply ignored.
But the climax was capped when the 1
roflts of the business were directed to 1
he support of our public schools. It
ras a masterstroke of political policy, j
lacauley once said that "the law of
ravitation would not have been acepted
today, if it had been opposed 1
o vested interests." Ah! indeed the 1
onscience does not respond when the (
ocket nerve is touched. And our <
irand Mogul in politics knew well how '
3 give this master 9troke. Now that ]
It means a few dollars more In every
pocket, how hard to see the hideous
wrong:. And to bring: It home too, so
closely, that we can see It at close
range, in the "special levy" itself!
Yet we refuse to believe that the
manhood of our chivalrous old state
will always submit to this disgrace.
Next to the church, indeed, we love
the schoolhouse. We say with Whittier,
"We heed no skeptic's puny hand,
While near the school the churchspire
stands,
Nor fear the bigot's blinded rule
While near the church-spire stands
the school."
But we hesitate not to say, better no
schools than schools buttressed with
the disnensarv: but better still thatrls
Ing tide of our manly scorn that shall
yet vindicate the honor of these nurseries
of the young!
Yes, indeed, if the whip of small
cords in the hands of Him, who had
"the scorn of scorn" for all things that
degrade and desecrate?if that whip of
small cords, we say, drove from the
temple of worship the ignoble moneychangers,
so, too, the time Is coming
when the temple of learning shall be
cleansed by an outraged and indignant
public.
It may have been sought to perpetuate
the dispensary by linking It to oae
of our most durable and best loved institutions;
but it will not answer. The
school will rather shake herself free
from this polluting entanglement, and
live to emphasize the dispensary's disgrace!
"Am I my brother's keeper? Is his
welfare anything to me? Firm-fixed In
my own resolution, sheltered In my
own home-nest, what matters it to me
If my neighbor totters to his: fall, carrying
wife and children with him? Am
I responsible? Has my social glass
anything to do with It? Will my vpte
make any difference? I leave you to
answer these home questions.
A Composite Poem.
Note?The following remarkable
poem, a literary mosaic, each line being
taken from some well-known author,
whose name in each Instance is
given, appeared, in a recent issue of the
Unique Monthly. The author is said
to have spent more than a year In its
compilation.?The Pathfinder.
Why all this toil for triumphs of an
hour? (Young).
Life's a short summer?man is but a
flower? (Johnson).
By turns we catch the -fatal breath and
die; (Pope).
lhe cradle and the tomb, aias! how
nigh. (Prior).
To be is far better than not to be
(Sewell).
Though ail man's life may seem a
tragedy. (Spenser).
But light cares speak when mighty
griefs are dumb, (Daniel).
The bottom is but shallow when they
come. (Sir Walter Raleigh).
Thy fate la the commonest fate of all;
(Longfellow).
Unmingled Joys here no man befall;
(Southwell).
Nature to each allots his proper sphere,
(Congreve).
Fortune makes folly her peculiar care.
(ChUrchlll).
Custom does not reason overrule,
(Rochester).
And throw a cruel sunshine on a fool.
(Armstrong).
Live well; how long or short permit to
heaven; - -(Milton).
They who forgive most shall be most
forgiven. (Bally).
Sin may be clasped so close we cannot
see its face; (French).
Vile intercourse where virtue has not
place; (Somerville).
Then keep each passion down, however
dear, (Thompson).
Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and
tear. (Byron).
Her sensual snares let faithless Pleasure
lay, (Smollett).
With craft and skill to ruin and betray.
(Crabbe).
Soar not too high to fall, but stoop to
rise; (Massinger).
We masters grow of all that we despise.
(Cowley).
Oh, then, renounce that impious selfesteem;
(Beattle).
Riches have wings, and grandeur 1b a
dream. (Cowper).
Think not ambition wise because 'tis
brave; (Sir Wm. Davemant).
The paths of glory lead but to the
grave. (Gray).
What Is ambition? 'Tis a glorious
cheat, (Willis).
Only destructive to the brave and
great. (Addison).
The Modern Criminal.
But how easily the swindler can play
upon the cupidity of his dupes Is best
shown in the two cases that have been
Oiling the Paris papers.
Boulaine, the Paris banker, whose
escape quite recently from the police
officers Is supposed to have been connived
at, conducted his operations In
the most open manner.
He had four banks in Paris, one of
which had offices In Lyons and Marreilles.
When he started In business
he was not merely penniless, but quite
Illiterate. He could hardly read or
write. He dazzled people with his
splendid style of living, and excited
their cupidity by suggesting that they
could become as rich as he.
Boulaine understood the importance
of paying cash to tradesmen, landlords
and those from whom he bought
property. "Swindle your friends, but
pay your tradesmen," was his rule.
By a very simple contrivance he allowed
It to be understood that he was
on very familiar terms with the great
financiers of the world.
When a client called, Boulaine received
him seated at a large office table,
on which were two telephones.
They would talk business. Presently
a telephone rang.
"Excuse me a minute," he would
say, "Hello, who'B there? Rothschilds.
Yes, It's Boulaine. All right,
put me through." And he would explain
to his client how Baron Rothschilds
wanted to speak to him privately?"but
you need not leave the
room."
Then, turning to the telephone, he
would continue: "Good morning, my
iledr Baron. All right?four millions.
Only three, you say? That is unfortunate.
I understood you to say four;
that must be a misunderstanding.
Yes, we will talk It over. That's all
right; dejeuner,at one. Good morning."
When It was not Rothschild, It was
a minister or an ambassador with
whom he conversed.
The telephone was a dummy one.
He rang It himself by pressing a button
with his knee under the table.
The conversations were purely imaginary,
but they hardly ever failed of
the desired effect.
Boulaine had collected around him
a number of directors of good family.
When his victims began to press for
repayments of their loans, he would
ask them to dinner. Being a brilliant
conversationalist and possessed of
charming manners, he had little difficulty
in inducing them to postpone
the time f$t payment.?London Express.
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