Corvallis gazette., May 15, 1903, Image 4

White Hand
-
lATalaof tfia Early Settlers
of Louisiana.
BY AUSTIN C. BURDICK
CHAPTER XXII. (Continued.)
For some moments after this recital,
not a word was spoken, and the onlj
sounds that broke the stillness were the
sobs of the marquis. '
"Shall such a foul mockery stand?" at
length said St. Denis, in agony. "Let it
be torn in sunder and cast aside. By ho
law of justice or right can "
"Hold!" interrupted Lobois. who had
now nerved himself up to the conflict.
"You but make a useless disturbance
wTien you thus give thought to the idea of
annulling the bond of marriage between
my wife and myself. Ere I took the final
step I consulted with the governor, and
he bade me go on, and I have his pledge
of sustaining me. You have heard my
wife's story. That I used stratagem to
gain her hand, I admit, for I saw an in
terloper was about to snatch the prize
from me. And now you know all. Hence
forth I trust nothing may occur to mar
the harmony of our social intercourse."
Turning to SU Denis, he added, a tri
umphant look settling on his sharp fea
tures: "And as for you, sir, I trust you
will see the necessity of removing your
self from the society of those who can
only be made unhappy by your presence.
If you have the common sense I suppose
yon have, you will see the necessity of
this; and if you have the feelings of a
gentleman, you will not hesitate."
Goupart raised his clasped hands to
wards heaven, exclaiming:
"Has it come to this? Must all my
hopes thus fall back upon my broken
heart, and the sweet dream of years end
in black despair? Louise, beloved of my
aoul, lost, but still cherished one "
His words failed him, and he bowed his
hiad in a passionate burst of tears. In
a moment more he heard a low cry of
hopeful tone, and a pair of arms were
twined about his neck." He looked up,
but it was not Louise. It was the flow
ing eyes of White Hand that met his
own, and darkly stained arms were en
twined about his neck. A voice of
thanksgiving next fell on his ear,' and he
aw the Indian girl on her knees, with
her hands clasped, her streaming eyes
raised heavenward, and giving thanks to
the Great Spirit. St. Denis started as
he gased into the deep blue eyes fastened
on him. A moment more, he heard his
- name pronounced in a tone sweet and
familiar, that made his heart bound wild
ly in his bosom.
"This scene has progressed far
enough," now spoke the one Simon be
lieved to be his wife. CSimon Lobois,
your wickedness has come to a climax,
and back on your own head shall fall the
terrible consequences of your machina
tions I" "
"Ha ha, Louise, you have gone too far
now!" Lobois uttered, confidently. "If
you imagined your marriage was -but a
jest, you were mistaken. You'll find the
knot too strongly tied to be cast oft at
will."
' "Poor fool! Cannot you open your
eyes? Simon Lobois, did you think Louise
fit. Denis would have married ou while
life remained? ' Did you think she would
have stooped to mate with you when the
grave was open to her?"
"A and are you not married to me?
Are you not my wife?"
"I think you'd find me a hard one to
manage; for at this very moment, were
you not beneath my notice, I would chal
lenge you to mortal combat, and I'd serve
you worse than Goupart did. Look, Si
mon! Don't you see that Indian youth
resting in Goupart's arms? How I have
longed for this moment! Up up, my
father! Thy children are safe, and if
they have returned to thee in exchanged
, guises, be assured they left thee in the
same way!"
"How?" gasped Simon, starting back
and turning pale. "You you- "
"Why, I am your wife, Simon, if you
cay so; but if you keep me, you shall fight
a duel with me every morning, and we'll
alternate till one of us falls; first morn
ing, pistols next morning, swords. You
have seen me shoot some."
At this juncture the truth had forced
itself to the old marquis' mind.
"It must be!" he whispered, seizing his
noble son by the hand. "It must be my
own noble Louis! Assure me I do not
dream." (
"You do not, father, for I am your own
Louis. But see here comes Louise.
Don't cast her off because her skin is
dusky!"
"Is it possible!" gasped Lobois, as he
saw Louise sink on her father's bosom.
"There's been some foul witchery here
some deep, infernal machination! Louis!
Louise! The son Is the daughter, and
the daughter is the son! There's a foul
plot here!" -
"Ayr' cried Louis, tearing the rich
gown he wore from his body, and re
vealing the light undress of a French of
ficer, "there has been a foul plot, and
you can well explain it!"
"Me explain?" stammered the villain,
gazing first at the youth and then at the
maiden,. who yet wore her Indian dress.
"Who are you!" he gasped, starting to
wards the seeming Indian, and seizing
the dusky arm. "Speak! Who are ye?"
"I am one whom you once sought for a
wife!"
"Louise St. Julien?"
"Yes."
"Ah! Duped befooled! But there's
a plot!"
A few moments more he gazed upon
the two metamorphosed ones, and then,
utterly powerless from mad delirium, he
sank down.
. But Simon Lobois was not the only
one in the dark. The old man and St.
Denis were lost in amazement. The lat
ter had clasped his own loved one to his
bosom, and she had whispered into his
ear the sweet promise of love once more,
yet he could not understand it. -
"I see yon are all astonished," said
Louis, "and I will tell you what I know
of this funny affair. So sit down and
listen; sit down all of you."
And down they sat, Coquajla keeping
close by her companion's side, and seem
ing as happy as the, rest of the happy
ones.
"Now listen," commenced Louis. "You
remember on that night when we played
'hide and find me' in the yard, Louise
and I went off into the house before we
hid. We had planned to have some sport
with Goupart. Louise and I never real
ized how much we resembled each other
until we exchanged garbs. When I saw
her in my clothes, she looked just like
my own self in a mirror; and whin I
had put on her dress, which had to be let
out but very little, she assured me I was
her counterpart, and when I looked in the
mirror, I could have sworn she stood be
fore me. W-. had reached the corner of
the barn, ttti I was showing Loiiise
where to hide, intending then to hare
gone myself to the stable, when a party
of Jndiaas rushed v seized upon us,
and having gagged us, hurried rot
through the postern. Away they, toot
us, and all night they kept, on tnrough
fnrMt. One of them SDOke to
me in the Chickasaw tongue, and I was
upon the point or answering nim, wneu
the thnno-ht struck me that he only wish
ed to try if I knew the language; so I
pretended to know notning 01 it. iou
know I learned a great deal of it from
old Oakbow. After I had listened to
their conversation, and I found that I
the girl was to be carried to New Or
leans, while the boy was to be taken up
to the Natchez. Of course, I then knew
that Simon Lobois had a hand in this,
for he had gone to New Orleans, where
he meant to have Louise taken, and
there force her to marry him, while I
was carried off another way, perhaps to
be killed and thus- he would have all
our father's wealth. Before morning, we
came to the place where we were to sep
arate. I did once feel like giving battle
to the whole pack; but I was wholly un
armed, and the thought was dropped. I
begged to be allowed to speak a few
parting worils with my companion, and
they granted my request. I told Louise
what I had heard. 'Now,' said I, 'they
don't mistrust the change we've made.
I will let them still think I am the girl,
and thus you will be free of Simon;
whHle, if you go to the Natchez, still
retaining your male dsiguise, you can at
any moment save yourself from death by
revealing yourself.' At all events, we
both concluded that it would be best for
each of us to continue the deception, and
we did so. And now for Louise's story."
Thus called upon, Louise commenced.
She told how she was taken to the vil
lage of the White Apple by Stung Ser
pent; how they meant to kill her, and
for what strange purpose; how Coqualla
interceded for her, and how it was ar
ranged that she should marry the prin
cess. "Here I was puzzled," said Louise;
"but I determined to throw myself upon
Coqualla's friendship. I told her the se
cret of my sex, and asked her to save
me. She threw her arms about my neck
and promised to keep my secret, and be
to me a sister, while she passed for my
wife. So my secret was safe. Only she
told her father when he was on his death
bed, and thus he was led to absolve me
from my promise to remain with them."
CHAPTER XXIII.
Louise went on and told her startling
story, and as she did so, more than one
bright look of holy gratitude was cast
upon the beautiful Coqualla.
"And now," said she, in conclusion, "I
am able to give you some clue to the great
mystery which underlies the whole.
When Stung Serpent was upon his death
bed, he sent for me, and he told me all,
and he gave me this paper in token of
his truth. Read it, , father, and know
what a villain you have kept beneath
your room." .. m
As Louise handed her father the paper,
SimoU Lobois started to his feet.
"Back!" shouted Louis, springing for
ward and pushing him back into his
chair. "Tony, watch this man, and see
that he does not leave the room."
Old Tony, who had stood by and heard
all, now moved to Simon's side, and as
the villain gazed upon the huge bulk of
the negro, he uttered a stifled groan, and
settled back.
The marquis read the paper aloud. It
was as follows:
"This is my bond, that I will pay to
Stung Serpent one hundred large pieces
of gold, In French coin, when he shall
have removed Louis and Louise St. Ju
lien from their home. And he, on his
part, promises that said Louis shall be
killed, and that Louise shall be sent safe
ly to the middle trail on Lake Pontchar
train. SIMON LOBOIS."
That was enough. Simon denied it all,
then swore, then drew his sword, and
then Tony knocked him down; and ere
long afterwards he was taken from the
room.
Before noon, Louise had contrived,
with Coqualla's assistance, to remove the
last stain from her skin, and when she
stood, all white and pure, she saw a tear
on Coqualla's dark cheek.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Nothing," was the reply.
"Ah, tell me the truth. Coqualla will
not deecive her sister."
"No no," murmured the noble girl,
throwing her arms about Louise's neck,
and pillowing her head upon her bosom.
"But you will forgive me. Coqualla has
left her people forever, but she has not
left her skin."
"But tell me all, my sister."
"Coqualla loved the White Hand, and
she was only a sister. Now Coqualla has
seen another with the same beautiful
face. But she does not murmur. She is
content; only "
"Go on, my sister. Tell me all."
"If Coqualla was white, she could love;
O, my sister does not know how s!ie
could have been loved had she not been
Coqualla's sister!"
Louise had read the girl's secret, and
as she gazed into those soft, mild fea
tures, she uttered, with all the truth of
her soul:
"Coqualla does not need a whiter skin.
She is beautiful enough. I know Co
qualla's heart, and her face is as pure as
that." -
The maiden princess blessed her sister,
and wiped away her tears, for she heard
some one coming.
On the next morning the room where
Simon Lobois had been put. was found
empty, and the slave Peter was also
found to be missing; but no search was
made for them, for the one was worth
less and the other carried guilt enough
to punish him with its shame and bur--
den. -
And now joy was once more in St. Ju
lien's household. Goupart and Louise
wandered about together, and for a while
Louis was left alone, for the only other
young person with whom he could asso
ciate seemed to shun him. ' One day
Louise drew her brother one side, and
.whispered .with him, for she had that
morning found Coqualla in tears, and the
poor princess had murmured the thought
of going back to the homes of her fathers
to lie down by their graves. But what
Louise said to ner Brother may not be
known only, an hour later, Louis and
Coqualla walked away down in the gar
den. At length the old cure, Father Languet.
made his visit to the chateau, and there
was work for him to do. Goupart and
Louise were made one for life, and this
time the blushing girl was fastened.
But the work ended not here. Louis
St. Julien had spent many hours with
Coqualla, for he had become her teacher,
and he had opened to her mind the
riches of the Great Book. And while
she had studied that, he had studied her.
At first he was surprised at the won
drous depth of her mind, but he was no
less awed by its sublime purity and gran
deur of conception. And thus he probed
her heart to its inmost depths, and he
found it as noble and pure as it was gen
erous and loving. Ere he knew it, he
had loved her, and almost unconsciously
the story of his love dropped from his
lips. "
"Coqualla," he whispered, "thou didst
love my sister for her. face. Mine is like
it. Love me, then, and be mine for life.
jl love thee, for thou art all love and
I purity to ma.
I And Coqualla placed one -of her soft
hands is his., and then rested her head j
upon his bosom, and as her 6ark tnmsc
fell over his shoulders, hiding her fact
and the tears that shone there, she an
swered him:
"Coqualla can give thee all her heart,
and be to thee a slave for life. But if
you make her your wife, O be sure you
will never regret it; for Coqualla's heart
would break if you loved her no more!"
For a long time the panic caused by
the fearful plot of the Indians lasted
among the colonists, but they gradually
waded out of the danger, though their
way was through much blood. The Nat
chez had sealed their own doom, and a
few short year3 sufliced to sweep them
from the list of Indian tribes, and the
once powerful nation was known no more
on earth but in name and the history of
the past. Simon Lobois joined the French
force, having received a lieutenant's com
mission from Perier, and he fell at the
siege of one of the Natchez forts. So a
Natchez bullet found the life of him who
had thought to barter away the life of
another through the hands of the Nat
chez. Troubles came now thick and fast upon
the hardy settlers, and once the marquis
told his children that if they wished, he
would sell out and return to France. But
they did not wish it. St. Denis was hap
py enough where he was, for Louise was
a sufficient shield against every ill'from
within, and his own bravery and forti
tude swept away all other fear. And
Louis found himself in possession of a
treasure the intrinsic merits of which
were every day developing themselves
to his understanding; and after a few
short months of wedded life, all doubts
vanished from Coqualla's mind, for she
was assured that a love like her hus
band's could never grow cold while she
remained true and faithful.
"No," said St. Denis, "we will not re
turn, for in this colony, now surrounded
by dangers and gloom, I can see the germ
of a nation. A soil so productive, with
resources and natural advantages so
mighty, must one dajf be reclaimed to civ
ilization of the highest order. There is
no reason why this great valley of the
Father of Waters should not, at no very
distant time, become literally the Gar
den of the World. And," he added, while
his dark eye burned, and his bosom swell
ed with deep emotion, "may not those
who have already subdued the wilder
ness in the East, at some time meet us
of the West, and, as one family in the
New World, bidding a'dieu to the thrones
of the Old, raise the standard of a united
nation, with a government commensurate
with the grandeur of the result, and with
a perpetuity of purpose worthy the mem-'
ory of those noble pioneers ;who first
grappled the dark terrors of the wilder
ness, and opened the way to the archi
tects of a new and more glorious realm?"
(The end.)
His Bluff Did Not Work. -
Storie's of Yankee shrewdness have
always been widely circulated, but
when one gets ahead of a Yankee there
is very little said about it, especially
on the part of the man from the North.
Several days ago a hotelkeeper at a
small station on one of the roads run
ning out of Memphis put the laugh on
a drummer from the North In a very
good way, and the traveling man was
compelled to beat a hasty, retreat. The
drummer arrived at the hotel about 8
o'clock in the evening, and fearing that
he would not be able to get any supper
be asked the' "landlord what he could
get to eat.
"My friend," said the hotelkeeper, "I
can. give you anything from a pickled
elephant to a broiled canary bird's
tongue for supper to-uight."
The drummer looked-at the man, and.
thluking that he was jesting, decided
to call his bluff.
"All-right, my friend," said the drum
mer; "I'll take some pickled elephant."
"Very well," said the host; "I'll go
and get it."
He was gone about five minutes, and
when he returned said:
"All right, sir; supper will be ready
in a moment. You'll have to take a
whole one, as we don't carve them af
ter dark."
The drummer decided that he was
not very hungry, and took some cheese
sandwiches. Memphis Scimitar.
rienty of That Kin:!.
Jones to Smith Hello, Smith, what's
the matter with your bookkeeper? , I
see you advertise In the Morning Bugle
for a new one. Been falsifying figures,
eh?
Smith No, he's resigned. Going west
for the benefit of his health.
Jones Going west, eh? By the way.
Did Beeswax is an excellent bookkeep
er, and I'd recommend him to you.
Smith Old Beeswax be blowed. Why
the old dolt don't know the 'first princi
ple of bookkeeping.
Jones There's just where you're mis
taken. He borrowed my two volumes of
"Grant's Memoirs" bound in calf,
price ?10 last summer, and is keeping
them yet. As a book-keeper he's a
prime success.
Tale of a Tender Heart. ,
The boy In tears naturally attracted
the attention of the sympathetic man.
"What's happened, my boy?" the
latter asked. "Perhaps I can help
you."
"I lost a quarter," answered the boy,
"and when I go home I'll get licked
for it."
"Oh, well, don't cry," returned the
sympathetic man. "Here's - another
quarter. How did you lose the first
one?"
"Matching," promptly replied the
boy. Chicago Evening Post.
. Correct.
Miss Bostlng They say . she's Ex
tremely haughty. '.
Miss Tours I should say. The last
time I saw her she went sailing down
the street as
Miss Bostlng Why do yon use that
senseless expression? How could she
go "sailing" down the street?
Miss Tours Easy enough; this was in
Venice. Philadelphia Press. -H
Thinking of Kb by.
Tom I didn't know he had any chil
dren. Dick Oh, yes, he must have one, and
I suppose It's at least a year old.
Tom Ah, you've seen the kid, then?
'Dick No, but when I was In his of
fice yesterday I asked If he had any Ice
water, and he said, absent-mindedly:
"So. 'Iin 'ants a jinky 'ater, does Mms."
Philadelphia Press.
" HI Forethought.
"Streeter tells me he has stopped giv
ing his wife any -pin money."
"Stingy of him, I say!"
"Oh, no. He leaves a smaller amount
In his pocket for her to help herself to
when she thinks he's asleep. It gives
he more pleasure and she never tells
hiu It Isn'' tnough. Philadelphia Bulletin
OPINIONS OF GREAT PAPERS ON IMPORTANT SUBJECTS
Every One Should Improve His Mind.
EDUCATION should end only with death. The man
or woman who thinks that one is completely
educated In schools and colleges Is mistaken, for the
most that scholastic training can do is start one
well, show one the right road of learning and wis
dom, and despatch the student forward with a godspeed.
The human mind is susceptible of almost limitless de
velopment and expansion, and there Is no age at which
L the .improvement 6f It" must stop.
every man's ambition to make his mina as nearly run
and perfect as It can be made; to approach, step by step,
that unattainable Ideal, of Intellectual power and com
pleteness, the almighty, all-knowing Godhead, which all
cult'vated men, all intellectual nations have' worshipped
under divers names, "Jehovah, Jove or Lord," as the self
existing source of thought and being. ...
Perhaps the majority of high school and of college
graduates cease studying when they quit the academic
halls. They have their sheepskins framed and hung upon
a wall, and whenever they feel the need of an Intellectual
stimulus they glance at the pompous Latin Inscription,
which they translate but awkwardly, and thereby remind
themselves that they have complete educations. But a
college education is a machine which will rust and rot un
less It Is polished and kept In use. . . .
Do not attempt too much. This Is a busy age, and the
man . who has his living to earn must give the cream of
his energy and most of his .time to the work by . which he
gets bread and butter. But nearly every man has' some
leisure f of reading. - .
. Every man and woman' ought to read, especially, the
English masters of -prose and. poetry; the ancients as well
as the moderns. And it Is an excellent thing to have at
least a reading knowledge of . some modern language, - pre
ferably French or German, for those tongues have the
greatest literatures. It is said that one Is as many times
a ma a' as the number of languages he knows. Certain It
is that the possession of another than one's mother tongue
broadens, the intellect and gives the mind new standards of
comparison and a cosmopolitan point of view. San Fran
cisco" Bulletin.
. ... Extirpate. Hydrophobia. .
LAST year fourteen ersons in. Chicago died of hydro
phobia. .The horror of these deaths need, not
be dilated upon. Hydrophobia is no tender mode
of death. - No Chinaman impaled on a stake; ho
African tied to an ant hill, no American In-
dian
lids
staring at ' the sun with eyes from ' which the
had been -removed ever suffered greater tor
ments than In our own day and In our own city fall
to the lot of the victims of a disease which is communi
cable and preventable. Being communicable and prevent
able. Its continuance is a reflection on our humanity and on
our intelligence. In England, Scotland and Wales hydro
phobia Is almost unknown. Humanity and intelligence
hare done their work there. It is time for them to do
their work here. '
Let all citizens, whether on the police force orhot, re
member that they are proving false to their social and
civic duties If they allow the lives of their neighbors to
be Endangered by unmuzzled or unchained dogs. Diligent
work for a few weeks will put all such dogs In the pound.
It would be a tardy but welcome relief if Chlcagoans could
feel during this summer for the first time in the history
of the city that when they walked their streets they did
not have to reckon hydrophobia among the possibilities of
their excursion.
. One more point, however. Is to be noted. Rabies is
Dot simply a summer canine complaint. It happens In
winter as well as In summer. The notion that mad dogs
are to be feared only during the summer is exploded. If
the dog .catchers will catch and destroy every dog that
is without a. tag, and if they will, in this way, rid the
WANTED HIS MONEY'S WORTH.
Would Not Hire Cab Unless He Could
Do the Driving.
It was evident that he was not a city
man, for he looked at the cab long
and doubtfully before deciding to
hire it.
"Funny lookln thing," he muttered,
"with the driver's seat out over the
tail of it; but I got to' play all the
games there Is, so here goes." -
He moved up to the -waiting cabby.
"I want to hire the go-cart fer a
while," he announced.
"All right, sir," said the cabby.
"Where do you want to go?"
"Say!" was the Indignant response
"seems to me you're glttih pretty gay.
What is it to you where I want to go,
s'long as I pay the price? Think I'm
goln to run away with the two
wheeled box?" -
"No, sir, certainly not," returned the
cabby. "Pleasure ride, I suppose;
want to see the sights. Get right in,
and"
"Git in!" exclaimed 'the stranger.
"Well, I guess not. Think I want to
ride in that caboose? No, sir. I'll git
on top." .
"But that's my place," protested the
cabby. "How can I drive"
"Drive! Who's askin' you to drive?
D'you think I'm hirin' this hearse so's
I kin play the part of the late lament
ed? Not any. I'm a live man,. I am.
I'm payin' fer a live man's fun. Git In
yourself."
"But I oan't do that, sir."
"Why not? You're smaller' n I am."
"I mean I must drive."
"Then what's the fun fer me? I was
lookln' fer a -little Joy dodgin' things,
an' I sure ain'tr goin' to pay you fer
indulgin' In the sport If you got to
drive, why, take your ol' upright piano
box an' drive to thunder. I ain't never
played I was merchandise yet, an' I
ain't goln to begin now." Brooklyn
Eagle. ,
MH.LIONS WHO DINE OUT.
New York Restaurants Do- Not Supply
the Demand.
Within the past six months the res
taurant business of New York, partic
ularly above 23d street, has undergone
a remarkable expansion. Not only has
the business of the more fashionable
dining resorts grown to an extraordi
nary extent, but the prevailing prosper
ity has been equally shared in by the
less pretentious restaurants. The pro
prietor of one of the medium-priced
restaurants on Broadway, who was
asked about the Increased patronage 'of
his place last night, explained it thus:
"In the first place Broadways is
growing as a popular dining resort;
secondly, more people are In this- lo
cality than ever before, and with the
Pennsylvania tunnel looming up ahead
I have not hesitated to renew my lease
for a much longer period than would
otherwise have been the case. As soon
as the" noonday rush is over we begin
to make preparations for the crowds
that flock here for the night dinner.
And It ought to he
the line of Rurlk.
QUEER COMMUNICATIONS THAT COME
THROUGH THE MAIL TO THE WHITE HOUSE
THE President gets a large number of "fake" or "queer" letters every
day from insane people all over the United States and Europe. The
executive receives a great quantity of mall, but few people have an
"Idea of the amount of this "fake" mall that It falls to the lot of the
President's secretary to open. ;
The mall for the President Is handled in the official mail room at the city
post office In Washington and is delivered at the White House by a special
carrier detailed from the force of employes at the executive mansion. There
are six letter cases in this room, and each case contains one box for the
mail of the President and his family. The number of letters for the Presi
dent alone runs from 300 to 400 a day, and from ten to fifteen of these are
the "fake" letters.
' There is one man in California who has been writing to the various Presi
dents for a number of years. ' He numbers each letter, and the last received
was No. 360. In the upper left-hand corner is written the rather startling
information, "From Jesus Christ". One of these missives was opened some
time ago by permission of the President's secretary and found to contain
only a number of unintelligible hieroglyphics something like shorthand. Of
course they find their way ultimately Into the waste paper basket at the
White House, but they are not destroyed at the post office.
Another "freak" who has also been writing to the Presidents for years
scorns envelopes and stamps and uses postal cards altogether. If he does not
finish what he has to say in one he takes another, numbering them consecu
tively.' Sometimes he uses as many as five or six. He signs himself "Mi
chael, King of Heaven," and his communications are usually . In the form
of commands to the President on the way In which the United States should
be run. During the period of the Spanish war he wrote almost every day
and gave orders as to the movements of the fleets in Asiatic waters.
Not very long ago a letter was received addressed to "George Washington,
President of the United States." Letters come addressed to the President in
all sorts of ways. His real title is "The President" but he gets them all
from "His Majesty" and "His Excellency" down to "Teddy Roosevelt Chi
cago Record-Herald. " '..
Hardly a person yon see In this room
to-night is in this part of the town at
midday; they are all down town, while
the patrons lunching here between 11
and 2 o'clock have by this time reached
their suburban homes.
"The business in my place has grown
perceptibly from, week to week, and
other proprietors' experience has, I am
told, been similar. ' En order to accom
modate a few more people I have sac
rificed some" of my office space."
; At the Victoria Hotel dining rooms
the story is much the same. It being
impossible to seat all those desiring
tables between 6 and 7 o'clock.
The congestion at the Waldorf-Astoria
has been notorious for a long time,
while tables are at a premium .at the
Holland House and elsewhere.
v Apromlnent hotel man who was
asked whether the new hotels under
construction are likely . to afford a
measure of relief when completed gave
it as his opinion that the prospective
restaurants would scarcely make them
selves felt In any diminution of the ex
isting trade. "There, is enough for all,
including all the new-comers," he said.
"You can't seem to build too many
good hotels in this town." New York
Commercial. .
Duty on Imported Clears.
"No, this war between the dealers
of Imported cigars does not bother me
at alL" said the cigar store man, "for
I do not think that I will ever sell
any. I do not want to keep them. We
get tobacco In bulk that' la just as
town of Its present horde of disease breeding and disease
conveying curs, a great deal will have been done to reduce
the hydrophobia death rate. Get rid of all unlicensed,
untagged canine vagabonds; muzzle all respectable canine
pets from the 1st' of April to the 1st of November; the
deaths we die will be pleasanter. Chicago Tribune
Reform in Russia.
CZAR NICHOLAS II. takes matters into bis own hands
with something of the autocratic spirit of his great
grandslre and namesake. There shall, he says, be
reforms. There shall be freedom of creed, and wor
shipnot only, we assume, for Catholic and Protest
ant, as well as for Orthodox, but also for Jew, as well as
for Christian. There shall be no more slavery under the
name of "forced labor." There shall be reform In church
and state, and especially in the village communes, which
are the foundation of the empire. These things the min
isters and '6ther( officers are peremptorily commanded to
execute. It Is a great decree. - If It Is sincere,' as we are
bound to assume, and If it is -inflexibly enforced, as we
are bound. to hope and to expect. It will effect the first
stage In that beneficent evolution of Russia, which seems
to be the only alternative to revolution.
, For a change must come. It would be simply Impos
sible for Russia to go on for ever, or much longer, in het
old . repressive, -reactionary, barbaric style.
"The people will come to their own at last,
God Is not mocked for ever."
It was an amazing anachronism that Russia got through
the nineteenth century and Into the twentieth with a politi
cal, social and Industrial system belonging to the Middle
Ages. That system cannot much, longer endure. Reform
must come, or revolution; and the Czar seems wisely and
bravely to have chosen that It shall be reform. In his
efforts for the welfare of his people he will have the hearty
sympathy of the world, and If he Is successful In them
he will have a place In -history not second to any In all
New York Tribune.
Spread of the Bible.
WHATEVER view we may take of higher criti
cism, the spread of the Bible will go on. It
will be read as a story even by those who do
liot regard It as a sacred book. The tales of
the Patriarchs and of the great men of Israel
will not easily fade out of the human early world. They
will not easily fade out of the human mind. They bring
to us the poetry of the early world. They have the primi
tive glow. It was not merely as a missionary that George
Borrow carried " the Bible throughout the length and
breadth of Spain. It is not solely as a religious book that
180,000,000 Bibles have been accepted from the British Bible
Society, and that a steady flow of 16,000 a day pours forth
from their depots. It is partly as the most human of all
the documents handed down by the human race. There Is
very little pure dogma In the Bible. .Most of the dogmas
of the Churches were evolved in the succeeding centuries,
struck out like sparks by the application of the precise
Greek mind to an Oriental theme. We listen to the story
of human life in all Its variety and pathos, and from it
there grow, like flowers from some rich soil, the great
utterances on life and conduct which still acts as pillars
of flre to lead us on. From the rooms of the Bible Society
this -flood of books goes forth like water to irrigate the
world! It spreads out gradually, carried by missionaries
and colporteurs, translated into every tongue, carried across
deserts and seas and. with it the light spreads too. A
Bible is left on some island, and there for the first time the
Islanders have a literature. It Is placed In a prison, and
there the weary captive, reading .it in some listless hour,
finds light and hope. We talk about the "trade following
the flag." The trade we speak of Is not always of the
best.. But here is a trade which will not shame any flag
a trade In something more precious than rubles and
brighter than diamonds. London Daily News. "
good as any that comes here made up,
and we can make better cigars from
it than they do In Cuba. You may jiot
know it, but the customs law compels
the payment of duty according" to
weight and, naturally, the manufac
turers who send their goods here must
make their cigars as light as possible.
The result is that the cigars are jaot
firm, and when you draw the smoke
through the weed a draft is caused
that sets the tobacco burning. Any
smoker who loves good tobacco knows
that this destroys the delicate flavor,
and the smoke thus obtained is hot
harsh, and dries the tongue. I do 'not
believe that I will ever sell any ' im
ported cigars until they take the duty
off." New York Times.
Variety In Industry.
vThe first effort of the new Depart
ment of Commerce and Labor Is to
send an expert to Japan to study; the
culture of terrapin. This promises a
variety; in Industry. When the labor
of the country Is fully-engaged, In
turning out diamond-back terrapin it
can force capital to behave itself b7
threatening to shut off the supply of
that . food product Pittsburg Dis
patch. ,
'Our Fish Are Unequaled Nothing in
This Market Comes Near Them.' Peo
ple say that's 'cause they smell so
bad!" Baltimore Herald.
Is it possible for one woman to be too
good-looking for other women to con
sider her respectable) .
I
GEO. P. CROWELL,
Successor to K. L. Smith, -Oldest
Established House in the valley. -
DEALER IN
Dry Goods, Groceries,
Boots and Shoes,
Hardware,
Flour and Feed; etc.
This old-ertablished honse will con
tinue to pay cash for all its goods; it
pays no rent; it employs a clerk, but
does not have to divide with si partner.
All dividends are made with customers
in the way of reasonable prices.
Lumber
Wood,
Posts, Etc.
Davenport Bros.
Lumber Co.-
Have opened an office in Hood River.
Call and get prices and leave orders,
which will be promptly filled.
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