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THE ARGUS. THUKS DAY, .Pit.L :!3 1891.
Published Iaily aid Weekly at 1621 Second At
enue. Rock I (land, ill.
J. W. Potter.
Tmufs Dally, 60c per month; Weekly. S9.00
per .0110111.
All commun!cat!ocs of a critical or arrnniecta
tlve character, political or religions, must bar.
Teal nam. attached for publication No such arti
tJcles will be printed over fictitious signatures -Anonyuoas
communications Dot noticed.
Correspondence solicited from every township
la Rock Island coonty.
Thursday, April 23, 1891.
A DOW2T -eabtkr feeds his horses by an
alarm clock device.
Philadelphia twins celebrated their
75th birthday recently.
A famous showman has succeeded in
training geese to perform.
The Cincinnati crematory up to date
has disposed of 118 bodies.
A Philadelphia magistrate opens
court with tbe dignified ut'eranc?, 'Ln'r
Nearly 150 miles of canals were
washed away by tbe recent floods in
Arizona .
Evangelist Letden writes himself
down an as?. His statement that "every
parochial school is an insult to Ameri
cans." is about as vicious a piece of blatant
bigotry as could well be conc.ived. Tbe
church should feel honored by such en
mity. Isdiasafolis Sentinel: Tbe manner
in which tbe Indiana delegation at Cin
cinnati suppressed its rising indignation
at the slights put upon Harrison by tbe
speeches of Foraker and Thurston was a
sublime example of Sparton heroism, only
excelled in grandeur as a spectacle by the
childlike faith of the same delegation in
the ability of the committee on resolu
tions, yt to be appointed, to straighten
the matter out.
New York World: The idea of a pres
ident "testing public sentiment" by tra
versing the country in a train of palace
cars would never occur to any except a
very egotistical or ignorant man. Presi
dent Harrison may be vain, but be is an
intelligent man and a shrewd politician.
He knew ihM such a tour as be is making
would be certain to attract crowds along
the route, and that the people every
where are always respectful and kind to
their presidents often times to the point
of absurd hero-worship. But that a presi
dent traveling in this manner can ever
get at tbe real feeling of the people
towards him and his administration is, of
course, a prepostorous idea. We do not
believe that Mr. Harrison is suffering un
der any such delusion. He is a very res
olute candidate for renomination, and is
doing what be thinks will most he'p him
to secure it.
Cutting OAT Woolen Imports.
The imports of woolen good in De
cember were about $1,400,000 less than
for the samo month in 1889, a result
which was naturally to be expected from
the enormous McKinley duties on
woolen goods, Under the old tariff law
blankets paid duties equivalent to from
69 to 72 per cent, ad valorem; the duties
imposed by McKinley are equal to from
71 to 119 per cent. The highest duty on
wool hats ander the old law was equiva
lent to 72 per cent., the lowest to C4;
nowthe highest and lowest equivalent
ad valorem are 112 and CO per cent, re
spectively. On flannels the increase is very large.
The old duties ran from C to 83; they
are now eqnal to from 75 to 123. Knit
goods were taxed from 63 to 73 per cent. ;
the duties now ranfre from 79 to 166 per
cent. The old duties on women's and
children's dress ttoods ranged from 60 to
69 per cent.; the McKinley duties are
equal to from 73 to 123 percent. Plushes
bore duties ranging from 79 to 84 per
cent; the present duty is equal to 122
per cent.
The above articles are Kuch as add to
the comfort of life. They cannot come
into the country nnless they are wanted
by our people; to shut them out at the
rate of $1,400,000 a month is simply to
prevent onr own people from getting
what they want. Americans have their
liberty of purchase restricted; and yet it
is pretended that this restriction is for
the good of the American people!
Some men have tact in different UegTces,
while others are wanting in it altogether.
It is the outcome of intellectual and of
temperamental qualifications and implies
the possession of clear perceptions, quick
imagination and delicate sensibilities. It
Is these that give the tactful person his
subtle intuition of another's mental pro
cesses and modes of feeling, and in the
same moment bliow exactly the right
method of action. New York Ledger.
I'resence ot Mind.
An eccentric man went to church and
seated himself in the nearest pew. Soon
the owner came in, eyed the stranger critic
. ally, and then, writing "My pew" on the
fly leaf of a prayer book, handed the book
to the intruder. The man read the mes
sage, smiled a beautiful smile and wrote
"Nice pew; what do you pay for it?"
He kept his seat, and after service dined
with the pewholder. Exchange.
Spain's American Dominions.
Spain's dominions on the American con
tinent comprise Cuba and Porto Kico.
Cuba has an urea of 43.220 square miles
r.nd Porto Kico 8,5."0. The population of
Cuba is now 1,600,000, nnd of Porto. Rico
about 800,000. in area Cuba is tbe size of
Virginia, and in inhabitants it is the size
of North Carolina, while Porto Rico is
half way between Delaware and Connecti
cut in area and slightly exceeds Connecti
cut in nonulation. Exchange.
Copyright by American Press Association.
1 . Ik . Tu'lL
)V vv ,,x, -l
"Zcb, ded yo ever hev a dreamt"
Everybody from 'Wilderness Landing
h Point Lookout knew Zeb Posey, and
everybody on Providence Reach 6aid he
was "kind o curious." Jack Pedikin.
who kept the light on Ajax bar, called
him "shuckless"' and said that he "hed
no sperit,'' while even old Uncle Pilches,
who farmed five acres of cotton on Judge
Wyle's place, contemptuously called him
"pore white trash." But this disturbed
the serenity of Zeb Posey not one jot cr
tittle, and year in and year out he made
his occasional trips to Lake Providence
with fish, and in the winter took in bun
dles of beaver and otter pelts or a bunch
of ducks, and buying his few necessities
went away as unobtrusively as he had
come. Some of the fishermen knew
where he lived, but most people never
gave the subject a thought. As a matter
of fact Zeb lived in a shack built among
the great cottonwood and sycamore trees
on the Mississippi shore, back of Island
95, and with him lived his mother and
bis sister Cordia, the latter a shv, half
pretty child of 15. When Zeb built his
cabin there it was on the main channel
of the river, but during the high water
of 79 the stream f ofced its way through
Point Lookout, left the end as an island,
and its old bed became the shallower
channel and was deserted by steamboats.
This did not disturb Zeb in the least. If
anything, it pleased him. True he could
Hot sit in front of his cabin and watch
the great steamers go plowing by, but
he was only a mile off the main stream,
and he could hear their whistles and
catch a glimpse of their lights at night
as they flitted past the opening of the cut
off. Zeb's cabin stood on top of the
high bank, and he had carved a flight of
rude steps in the precipitous mud bluff
leading up from the narrow strip of beach
below, where he tied his boat. It was
not a pretentious home, but Zeb had
built it with hia own hands out of great
cottonwood logs, chinked with saplings,
and had put a chimney on one end,
wonderfully constructed from persim
mon sticks, plastered with mud.
Zeb was a strange character. When
this incident in his life which I am
about to relate transpired he was
perhaps 35 years of age. He was tall
and slender and awkward much sit
ting in a skiff had given hia shoulders a
stoop. His spare, almost lean face was
covered with a thin, yellowish bflard,
and his long hair had a grotesque fash
ion of falling down over his big, inno
cent gray eyes. In feeling, intent and
intellect Zeb always seemed like a child.
He was intelligent enough, but he had
never come into that business contact
with men which makes other men shrewd
and mercenary and unsympathetic His
perceptive faculties were keen enough
perhaps, but they had been developed in
abnormal directions. If any one thing
made him a recluse it was because he
was diffident modest of his own ability
to make place and hold it. "I ain't
'tickler," he always said when his own
interests were at stake, and this idiomatic
expression was the keynote of his charac
ter. Zeb Posey simply declined to be self
assertive. So when he went up to Lake
Providence or Ben Lomond, the largest
places he had ever known familiarly, he
would sometimes hang upon the out
skirts of a little knot of men such as
idly gathered in front of one of the
stores and listen to their conversation,
but if any question was referred to him
he would grow suddenly nervous, shift
from one foot to the other uneasily and
slowly reply, "I dun no; I ain't 'tickler."
But Zeb preferred to live down back of
"95-' and go to the village as seldom as
possible. He was better content trap
ping "coons" in the persimmon "flats"
back in the timber, or lying over the
edge of his skiff in the still water, peer
ing down into the amler depths, or on
summer nights sitting in front of his
cabin watching the moon swinging like
the silver shield of Achilles above the
dark ioland. His little patch of com
and potatoes, supplementing the frnits
of his lines and traps, amply sufficed for
the simple ne3ds of the family, an d if
there was but little their wants were
fewer and easily 6npplied without great
effort or the exercise of much ingenuity.
Zeb's mother was an example of the
type of woman developed by the condi
tions under which river squatters
flourish and have their being. She was
tall and angular, with a "dead-and-alive"
expression of complacent misery.
Her hair was brushed back tight from
her temples and tied in a knot behind
when it was brushed at all. She smoked
a cob pipe and was densely ignorant.
Indeed, it seems to me her complacent
want of knowledge is somehow better
explained by saying that she was "obliv
ious" of those things which go to make
up the sum of human knowledge. She
seemed in no wise to have taken part or
been interested in any matter pertain
ing to people or affairs.
Cordia looked like her mother, except
that she was too young to have acquired
the habit of smoking, for that seems an
attribute of matronhood; and if she was
not pretty, still in a vague way she was
interesting because of her shrinking
shyness and modesty. Somewhere the
girl had learned to read in a slow, un
certain wgy, and a colporteur who had
visited that section once:had given.her a
copy of the Bible, which Cordia Jiad
stumbled through with great interest,
skipping the hard words and the. He
brew names and dwelling intently on
the warlike passages . and the tender
promises of the Psalms. The book had
indeed become the great center about
which Cordia's life thought revolved.
Whether this was from innate religious
impulse or because she owned no other
book must remain unknown. But at
any rate it was the theme of constant
thought and the subject of much ques
tioning and. meditation. A peculiarly
warm bond existed between Cordia and
Zeb. They saw so much of each other
and so little of anyone else that perhaps
that was the reason their lives were so
intimately interwoven. To Zeb Cordia
was the personification of grace and the
ideal of all that was beautiful and pure,
while to Cordia Zeb united the virtues
of strength and gentleness and good
tees. Sometimes when at home they
would lie under the trees on the sum
mer afternoons, and mayhap Cordia
would say. wistfully:
"Zeb, ded yo ever hev a dream like
that a one o' Jacob?"
"How'd I know but I did? What 'd
he una dream Trout?"
"Why, he went to sleep out in the
clearin' onct an dreamed he saw a lad
der clear up to the sky, with angels go
in' up an' down on't."
"Nope; I never hed no dream like
One day after Cordia had been slowly
reading out a chapter from the New
Testament she turned to Zeb and said:
"I hanker to know why we don't hev
no miracles now?"
Zeb smoked his pipe in silence for a
long time and then he slowly replied:
"I reckon them miracles ez goin' on
;ist the same now, only we kant see 'em.
Don't it seem middlin' strange to yo',
(Cordia, thet this here old sand raises
orn an' taters an' May pops? Isn't it
c uare thet some seeds grows up into cot
tonwood trees an' some jist into grass?
An' if ye go way back ther over the
l;vee ther's cotton growed up 'side of
corn. 'Taint no difference when they's
fci the groun', 'cept a little black seed
and a little yaller seed, and they git the
Rime wet an' the same dry an' the same
hoein', but the corn never cums up cot
ton an' the cotton never cums up corn.
A n' when the cotton blossoms sum ov
the blossoms be white and sum red an'
sum blue, but nobody paints 'em that a'
way, an' ye kant tell by lookin' et th'
weds wbichll be blue an' which'U be
"Bui they don't hev nothin' like the
sv.-ine thet runned down an' was drowned
in the sea kase they hed the devl in 'em."
"Sho Cordia, the dev'l gits inter men
now an' don't hev no time to fool with
hogs. But them hogs wuzen't no smarter
than the wild geeze ez cum down the
river for' winter sots in an' go back
wien it gits warm. Hain't ye hearn
he w the ol' un at night goes 'honk, honk,'
to see ef they's all ther', an' the ones on
to :her ends say 'honk, honk,' to show
th it none hez straggled off in the dark?"
"But, Zeb, does you s'pose God 'el take
eny 'count of we uns here in the woods,
same's he did so long ergo with they
"I dun' no, but 'pears to me he must
be jest as peart now ez he wuz a long '
thi m times, an' I reckon he cud find us
jes ez easy on the river here ez he cud
in Providence or Vicksburg or Memphis,
where there's so many to keep track ov."
Zeb, does you s'pose they's got any
chills in heaven?"
"Not ez 1 reckon on, Cordia, 'cause ef
they uns hed chills an' shook an' 6hook,
like- they'd shake all tu pieces, does yo'
s'pc se they cud sing an' 'joy theyselves
lik' th' book sez?"
One day after Zeb had paid a visit to
Providence he brought the news that the
government was going to "riprap" the
upp-?r side of Point Lookout, and that
aire tdy hundreds of men were at work
on i facing the clay bank that the river
was rapidly eating into with matrasses
made of willow bound together with wire
and covered with rock. And in the days
and weeks which followed they found
how undesirable were these new neigh
bors roughs from the great cities,
tranps who had resorted to work when
all o-.her avenues for gaining a livelihood
failed, many thieves and desperadoes
mincling with the few honest, earnest
worlingmen. Saloons had been opened
on t le point, and a shanty town had
grown up which, while it lasted, rivaled
the frontier dens of early Cheyenne or
Jewelsburg. Stragglers had even pene
trated to Zeb's shanty and forced an un
pleasant acquaintanceship with the mod
est fit herman. But Zeb bore it all until
one day he came home and found that
Cordia was not there. The mother said
she hid gone out to get wood hours be
fore snd had not returned.
"Sle's gittin' too shuckless fer eny
thing " the mother said querulously. You
lamed her tu be un'careless, an' she don't
tek hT of vralz ez she mote."
It v.-as growing dark and Zeb took a
sudde i alarm. He had an intuition that
some 'iarm had befallen Cordia. He re
membered that of late men from the
camp had been loitering about more than
was tl.eir wont, and he remembered, too,
how tiiey had sought to talk to the shy
girl. Zeb went down to the water's edge
and followed it to the right for a hundred
yards, till the beach ran into the river,
then retraced his steps and went about
to the left, keeping his eyes on the ground
all the time. Suddenly he paused. Ther
Highest of all in Leavening Power.
was a fresh groove in the mud, where a
boat had been drawn up, and among the
prints about jt he saw the marks made
by a small bare foot. Zeb turned and
ran back to his boat, sprang in and rowed
across through the gathering gloom to
ward the camp on the point. The lights
were twinkling in the shanties when he
reached it, and he could hear snatches of
ribald song and coarse laughter and loud
talking in the house boats where the men
were quartered. He ran his skiff in be
low the work, tied it to a cypress "knee"
and stealthily went up among the cab
ins. He inspected each one, now peering
in through the doors of saloons or listen
ing at open windows, holding his ear
to cracks in the weatherboarding and
whistling softly at times. He had reached
almost the las shanty before his search
was rewarded. Then, as he whistled a
faint note that sounded for all the world
like the piping of a rice bird, he heard
the voice of Cordia, suppressed to almost
a whisper, call in a frightened tone,
"Zeb! Zeb?" He put his mouth close up
to the boards and asked:
"Ez thet yo, Cordia?" And the voice in
side replied:
"Oh, yes; help me, Zeb. They u'ns toted
me off fruin hum an' hev locked me in
Zeb thought a moment, then he
straightened up and without a word
walked to the front door of the saloon,
for such it was. It did not seem like
Zeb Posey who strode into the room
among the rough men gathered-there, so
high did he hold his head and such new
vigor was there in Ins frame. He had
lost the shuffling gait he once had and
his hands were nervously clutched in the
visible expression of his determination.
Walking straight up to the brutal and
bloated ruffian behind the bar he said:
Tve cum fer Cordia."
"Who in h 1 is Cordia?" was the
harsh response.
"She's my sister," replied Zeb firmly,
"an' yo might ez well giv her to me, for
I'm cum to git her. Yo can't steal a
man's kin without he fights fer 'em no
mor'n ye ken tek a cub wildcat oute'r its
nest an' not spect to hev to fit fer it if
the old 'un's thar."
"You get out," said the bully behind
the bar as he drew a big six shooter and
held it threateningly in his hand. "You
must be crazy to think we've got yer
sister locked up here."
'Tm no fool and ye ken shoot if ye
want to," said Zcb, never quailing be
fore the revolver; "but I tell ye I'm goin'
to hev thet gal or I'm goin' oute'r here
dead." Then casting an appealing glance
over the crowd he asked, "Ain't there no
un here 'el help me get a innocent gurl
'way i rum yere.
An ironical laugh was all the response
he received. The dozen ruffianly men
gathered in the squalid room were too
much hardened by nature, or stood too
much in fear of the bully at the bar, to
interest themselves in this appeal. There
had been much drinking, and most
of them only leered at Zeb in the
silly manner of men whose heavy brains
are besotted with drink. Zeb scanned
their rough, hardened faces, searching
for one single expression that might bid
him hope for help, and turned away
from them with a scornful sneer of con
tempt upon his white face and his drawn
lips. Then a look of reckless determina
tion 6tole over the fisherman's face, and
with a muttered ejaculation he sprang
around the corner of the rude bar and
toward the door of the back room. But
the ruffian behind the counter reached it
first, and with a cruel blow from the
butt of the heavy revolver he sent Zeb
to the floor, limp and insensible.
He tent Zcb to the floor, limp and insensi
ble. After that they threw him outside,
and when he recovered consciousness in
the early morning and was led by some
good Samaritan down to the officer's
quarters and an inspection and search
was finally instituted in response to his
pleading, Cordia was not to be found,
and the brutal bartender had disappeared.
Half those who heard the story tapped
their foreheads and winked significantly,
to imply that Zeb wa3 mad, and the
other and more villainous half laughed
and said nothing. But tho government
work could not be delayed because a
river squatter's sister had disappeared,
and the search was neither long nor mi
nute, so that night Zeb rowed slowly back
to his cabin in the dead channel behind
"95," with a great pain in his bruised and
gashed head and a great sorrow in his
heart. When he threw himself down on
his blankets in the corner he said to his
"This yere world haint big 'nuff fer
they 'uns tu hide Cordia in an' 'spect mo
XJ. S. Gov't Report, Aug. 17, 1889.
1 i
erchant Tailor,
Star Block, Opposite Harper House.
has purchased for the
Spring and Summer of 1891,
A large mud finer stock than ever. These poods will arrive In a few days. Wait and see the
loves and
Baxter Banner Cooking nnri Ile'in? Stove? and the Geneseo Cocking (Stoves
Tin, Copper and Sheet Iron Vork.
Calf Goodyear Welt Shoes?
The best Men's fine shoe in the city for the price.
Second nd Harrison Sts. Davenport.
Steam Cracker Bakery;
Aek your Grocer for them. They are best
tarBpeclalHM The Christy "0T8TIB" and the Christy "WATIB."
Contractors and. Builders,
tVGeneral Jobbing don on short notice and satisfaction guaranteed.
Office and Shop 1418 Fourth Avenue, ROCK ISLAND ILL.
Agency for Excelsior Roofing Company.
Cheaper than Shingles.
Send for circular.
1601 Second Avenne. Corner of (Sixteenth Stree - Opposite Harper's Theatre.
Ths choicest Wines, Liquors, Beer and Cigars always on Hand
Free Lunch Every Day .... Sandwiches Furnished on Short Ko
Contractor eind Builder,
Offlce and Shop Corner Seventeenth St T i T i l
end Srath Averse, : XVOCK Island
tTAU kincs of carpenter work "specialty. Flan, and estimate, for all kinds of bnildlnE.
rirnenu on application.
Corner Tweity-third street and Fourth avenue B0CK JSLAyD fLU
J. T. RYAN, Proprietor.
Thl. house has just been refitted ' throughout and is now -1, A No. 1 condition. It 1. a first-class
1-uo Pr day house and a desirable family hoteL
Manufacturer of all kinds of
Gemts' Fin. Shoes .specialty. Bepairingdon. neatly and promptly.
A .hue of your puronag. repttfully solicited.
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1 nlrteenth avenue. ,
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1036. Cor. Fourteenth St. and Second Ave

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