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THE LANCASTER HERALD
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J. K. STREET
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Candidate for Representative in the U. S. Con-
gress, from the Eifth Congressional Dis-
trict of Texas, Composed of the Coun-
ties of Dallas, Ellis, Rockwall, Hill
and Bosque, Subject to the
Vote of the Democratic
Primary Election,
July 25, 1914.
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To the Democratic x°^eTS Ellis, Dallas,
Hill, Bosque.and Rockwall Counties: I am a.
candidate for Representative in Congress from
this district, subject to the Democratic -pri-
mary vote, July 25, 1914. I believe I am
capable to fill the office; I have a collegiate
education. I have been in the newspaper
business forty-two years, now publish The
Masonic Light, at Dallas, and a resident of
this State sixty-one years, nearly allt of my
life. I served in the wars against the Indians,
as a Texas Ranger, in my boyhood days and
four years in the Confederate army. I earnest-
ly request toy Confederate comrades, as well
as others, to aid me in securing the Demo-
cratic nomination. The following are my
views on some of the questions of National
interest; ■
One of the paramount duties of the National
Government is to pass laws which will aid the
farmers in the distribution of the marketable
products of the farm. Much of the perishable
products go to waste because the farmer can
not always control the means of distribution,
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be saved to the farmer and to the benefit of
the consumer. J. favor a law which will pro-
vide Government warehouses, and agents, at
agricultural distributing points, who shall keep
in touch with the farmers and the consumers,
so as to know'when and how much perishable
products are needed, to receive them and sell
at the best market price. Non-perishable pro-
ducts, such as cotton, corn, wheat, etc., could
be held in the warehouses anti sold as the pro-
, -j ducer required* Loans could be made on these
products* to two-thirds their value, by the
Government* at four per cent interest, the loan
-amd the interest to be paid when the products
are sold. Much of the perishable products,
during overcrowded markets, could be saved,
If.the Government would teach the farmer how
, .to do it, which it can do through tho^ National
Agricultural Department I know from per-
pl sonal experience, that peaches, pears, toma-
toes and other fruits can be preserved, in their
natural state, without cooking them, for an. in-
fasten the lid and paste paper over jt *so as to
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SYNOP3I8.
Joseph Hayward, an ensign in the
United States army, on his way to Fort
Harmar, meets Simon Olrty, a renegade
whose name has been connected with all
manner of atrocities, also headed for
Fort Harmar. with a message from the
British general. Hamilton. Hayward
guides him to the fort. At General Har-
mar’t headquarters Hayward meets Rene
D’Auvjey. who professes to recognise him.
although he has no recollection of ever
having seen her before. Hayward volun-
teers to carry a message for Harmar to
Sandusky, where Hamilton is stationed.
The northwest Indian tribes are ready
for war and are only held back by the
refusal of the friendly Wyandots to join.
The latter are demanding the return of
Wa-pa-tee-tah. a religious teacher, whom
they believe to be a prisoner. HaywardIs
mission is to assure the Wyandots th*L
the man is not held by the soldiers. Rene
asks Hayward to let her accompany him.
She tells him that she Is a quarter-blood
Wyandot and a missionary among the
Indians. She has been in search of her
father. She insists that BhehM seen
Hayward before, but In a British uni-
form. Hayward refused her request and
starts for the north accompaniedbva
scout named Brady and a private sol*.
They come on the trail of a war iWit/
and to escape from the Indians take shel-
ter in a hut on an Island. Hayward finds
a murdered m*n in the hut. ^tP^ves t°
be Raoul D'Auvray. a fc^er French offi-
cer who Is called by the Wyandots white
chief." Rene appears and Hayward is
puss led by her Insistence that they have
met before. ?
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CHAPTER Vile—Continued. !.
How whit© her face was in the 'stincts of two races dominated her
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starlight, uplifted to toinfe.
hand grasped my sleets.
"News! evil hews! of my father?
"Of Raoel D’Auvray: he was your
father?”
"Yes! yoh say ‘was'? he. is dead?”
I caught the groping band in mine,
and held it tightly in the grasp of
my fingers. She made no movement,
but I could distinguish her quick
breathing, see her dark qyes.
•'Yes; you must listen quietly white
J tell you aU I know. We reached
make it airtight.
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here at-dusk. There was a band of Ei
Indian raiders camped yonder near
the foot of the lake, and so wq
island to avoid
upbn this hut
give in
crossed over'to this
them. We stumbled
while seeking a camp
dark, and apparently
front door was latch#
and we ventured inside, feeling dttr
way through the gloom, until we came
to a door leading into the rear room.
You know the arrangement?"
She did not respond, or remove her
eyes
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favor a National law which forbids the
ling in futures of cotton, corn, wheat and
er farm protects, afid also on the futures
on stocks. Walh Street* and other great com-
mercial exchanges are immense gambling dens
which, in a large pleasure, dictate the price o4
farm products, to the detriment of the farmer.
WS A W MIV VIU UUXAV,
in Texas. Wipe it out, because it is a crime
and detrimental to the public welfare.
I favor more adequate immigration laws. I
do not believe that any of the yellow or black
races, except the civilized Indians born in the
United States, should be a citizen; no foreignll
er, except the white race, and not then till hb
can read and write the English language and
chn give correct knowledge of the Constitution
of the United States and of the State in which
he resides. *
I favor adequate appropriations for the im-
provement of harbors, the building of coast ca-
nals and for river navigation, especially for the
Trinity, the Brazos and other Texas streams.
I believe in union labor. The differences
between interstate labor and capitalists, I be-
lieve, could be settled*by a National law, by
arbitration, avoiding all strikes.
I favor a law which will limit the Govern-
ment in doing job-printing. The printers are
deprived of millions of dollars every year be-
cause the Government prints stamped envel- *’
opes. It has no more right to do this than it
has to manufacture clothing, kill beeves and
do other manufacturing.
I am a free-trader. All tariffs, whether fo
revepue or for revenue and protection, are pro
tective. They , are the mother of trusts. It is
morally wrong. Revenue should be collected bv
a direct tax on all of the States, as is provided
for in Art
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to breathe. Then she sank slowly
upon her knees beside the body, her
head close to the cold cheek.
"Father! Father!”.she sobbed, as
If in sudden realization of the truth.
"It is you!”
Her hat had fallen to the floor,
anil her wealth of dark hair unloos-
ened completely hid her face. She
bad forgotten my presence; every-
thing but her grief. I drew back si-
lently, stuck the sputtering candle
oh a box, where it burned bravely,
and left the room. As I glanced
back from the doorway, odd end-
ows flickered along the walls, , and
still knelt there, a vague, in dis-
figure. In the other room I
a chair, and sat down, staring
ibly into the smoldering fire.
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Mademoiselle’s 8tory.
In the intense sOence, the gloom of
that room lit only by those smolder-
ing embers, with Schulta sleeping un-
disturbed against the wall, my
thougbi' could pot divorced from
the lonely giri sobbing above her,
dead. Was she of dual nature, wom-
anly and savage by turn, as the iin-
Aetion? Yet this could never account
for her distrust of me, her continued
insistence upon having previously
known jme. Ay! and she meant it!
There was no attempt at deceit, no
acting'in all this; her full faith in
the charge was written upon her face,
found echo upon her lips. She be-
lieved me to be another man, a pre-
tended British officer, a traitor to her
peopha^ a scoundrelly spy. Yet she
r‘rriai roy Eame-That was
lgest part of it all.
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veil as I started toward the open
. the giri herself appeared, oqt-
t the candle flame. She
sup the loosened strands
and ben* dark eyes, dry and
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straight at me.
Schults at all as she
topping only as her
ihed the table. As
I watched her, my earlier determi-
nation died within me; I could only
for her to speak.
” she said slowly,
darkness he fastened Me Jaws - on —TWr.-4nM»BAUene.- I auea#e|^ ^ga^Fan fnr
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I, Sfc. 2 of the Constitution of the
United Sutes. IWipe it out and save the mil-
1 ions of dollars invested in revenue buildings
and 40 per cent of the tariff revenue to pay an
army of tariff officials.
I favor amending our National trust laws so
as to make it a crime to violate them. Put the
violators in the penitentiary, forfeit the char-
ter, sell the concern, pay its debts and give the
balance to the stockholders* To fine them is a
bnrden, to the people, for; the price of their
produets are raised to make the money to pay
the fine. , , ^
I am in full accord with the present Demo-
cratic administration—the Wilson administra-
tion. I shall vote for Tom Ball. I was one„
of the State speakers for State-wide prohibition
In 1886. 1 regret that that question is lugged
into Democratic politics. It is a moral ques-
tion and it should be regulated by aH the vo-
ters. I am opposed to NatiOn-wide prohibition.
I would vote against it because I am a Demo-
crat and believe in State’s rights and in local
•elf government.
If elected, I will try to make my views prac-
tical and do, what I can for the public welfare.
Very truly,
' J. K. STREET.
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Brady’s arm—the scout with me—and
had to be killed by a knife tl
Then we procured a light"A 41
to search, and to^nd the
men lying on the floor."
“Deed?”
"Murdered; his head crushed In
from behind with an ax. He was an a fed
old man, with snow-white beard:? , ^ fche
"How did yon know he was Rape*
D'Auvray?” *•
"By this medal pinned to
breast,” I answered, holding Jt forth,
*a French decoration.”
She grasped it, bending her head
so as to see better, mid, for a moment,
her slender form shook with an emo-
tion she could not restrain. Involun-
tarily I rested a hand upon her*shoul-
der, but the touch aroused her, and
ahe stepped back, standing erect.
"The medal was his; he always
wore it. But was that all? Was noth-
ing else found T’
"There was a red army jacket flung
across a box; but while we were eat-
ing later in the other room, someone
stole in through tfie hack door, and
carried that away."
She raised he** hands to her head,
with a gesture of despair.
"I—I believe part of what you haye
told me,” she Confessed, her voice
trembling. ‘It—it is in my heart to
believe all, but—-but I cannot You
are not telling me the truth—not all
the truth. You knew of this house;
you—you came here deliberately; and
—and brought your men with you.”
"I deny that mademoiselle. We
stumbled upon the place by accident.”
“Oh, you drive me crasy yrith your
denials!” she exclaimed passiqnately.
“I will not listen longer. You are
Joseph Hayward; you admit that
yourself. No! do not talk to me, or
attempt to stop me! I am going to
my—my father.”
I stood aside and let her pass, yet
followed as she entered the door. The
Interior was black, except for a slight
glow as from a dying Are showing
dimly through the inner door. The
dead dog lay in the middle of the
floor and she stopped, staring at the
grim shadow.
”1 will bring the light,” I said gent-
ly, "If you can permit me to pass.”
As the yellow flame illumined the
small room, her gaze deaerted me, to
rest once more upon the motionless
figure lying near the wall, which
Brady had mercifully covered with a
blanket. She stood still, her hands
clasped, her face like marble. Still
holding the candle in one hand, I
bent down, and drew back gently the
edge of the blanket, exposing the
dead man’s face and wtflte beard. In
spite of his violent death the features
were composed. In no way distorted;
he appeared like one lying there
asleep. For a mo-nent the girl never
stirred, her attitude strained, her
wide-open, tearless eyes on the
peaceful upturned countenance. - It
seemed to me she had even ceased
my lips dry, eyes riveted on her
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i .claim not to be the
Hayward whom I have
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and have never worn
but the snfile was not
altogether pleasant Then she said
she made a forceful gesture indicative
of her true thought of me. ,
"You continue to act your part well,”
she said scornfully, "even when there
Is no longer a necessity. Bah! I
despise this play acting! It is unwor-
thy a soldier. So you would have me
tell over what you already know; you
would make me stand here and auf-
fer—”
"Mademoiselle,” I interrupted swift-
ly, “I ask nothing. All I seek is the
opportunity of service. There is no
truth I am going to deny. To prove
it I will say this—you have remained
in my memory since the first hour we
met. I desire your trust, your friend-
ship; whatever you may tell me will
be held sacred, inviolate. I win serve
you though you epeak no word, give
no explanation. I beg the privilege.”
I thought she would never speak,
standing there before me in the dim
light, swaying slightly, her bosom ris-
ing and falling with quick breathing. A
great sympathy welled up in my heart,
Sind aU unconsciously, I extended my
hands. She must have seen them, brtt
she made no response, but the glitter
of unshed tears waste her eyes.
"What Is the use of ouK talking like
this ?" she said impetuously. " ’T is as
though we exchanged compliments in
Montreal Instead we are in. the wil-
derness, with danger all about us. You
are what you are, monsieur, and I am
a woman of the Wyandots. Let all
else paes ; I care nothing whether your
thoughts of me be good or evil. I am
what I am; what birth and conditions
have made me. All I appeal to in you
you swear .you know it not; then lis-
ten, and ybu shall. No, do not move,
but hear me; I would not do this with-
out reason.”
She glanced aside at Schultz, and
then into the red embers of the flro,
her eyes coming slowly back to rest
on my face. \ ^ r4 f
"I am Rene D'Auvray, and my father
lies dead there In the next room. He irvuuJlcu wuw
was all I had In the world, yet J knew he 8ent me to
little enough of him. He spoke seldom
of his past life even to me. ‘ Still, I
have much reason to believe tlmt Ip
his younger days he was tattealb at
the French court. / I know he was a
soldier, an Officer of the king's guard,
said. He became Wa-pa-tee-tah, the
white chief, and taught them of Christ
Jesus. They became ChHstiana be-
cause they were proud of ^im. He ac-
complished what the -priests could not
do, and- kept the tribe at peace with
the whites. The English came, and
hated him, for he would not enter into
their schemes, nor. permit bis peopl*
to. Only once did he lead them to
war, against your General Clark at
Vincennes.
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“Exiled and lonely, abandoning all
hope of ever returning to France, or
even civilisation, my father finally, to
increase his influence with the tribe,
took for a wife a woman of the Wyan-
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dots. Although I #was born of that
union, yet I never saw my mother,
who died when l was but a babe. I am
told she was of fair complexion, but
jet black hair and eyee, the daughter
of a French trader and Indian mother,
able to read *nd writfc My father
loved her, and taught her much that
he had learned, te early life. When'
she died he seemed to change, to lose
Interest in the past, to cease to dream,
longer of Europe. He became more
fully a Wyandot I was brought up tu
the camps of the tribe, living in their
wigwams, sharing in their prosperity)
and adversity. I played with Indian)
children, and was cared for by Indian,
women. I must have been ten years
old, monsieur, before I first realised)
that I1 was mainly of whits blood, of
another race. Yet
edge came ft brought
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retain. I tell -you my story, because a £her vol?e ha<? loeJ
1, remember prhen I went td my
ther—it was in a camp on the shores j
of the great lake—and made him tel*
mb more of his; own life and the life1
of my rnffiliTj ‘What he said ope
before me a fairyland. I began
dream and hope. He taught me
French tongue, and all the scrape
learning his itoemory retained, i
sent to Quebec for- books, and
studied them together. When
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BUH *ontre4 to
convent of the ^rauli^es, and I
there three yean. Then—then
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slowly, “Very well; have it so then.
I do not in the least believe you, but
am going to speak exactly as if I did.
I am a girl, alone, and must turn to
you for help. It makes no difference
now If I am of Indian blood and an-
cestry, I am here alone with you. I
have got to trust you, rely upon your
word, ask your aid. You claim to
know nothing of me, or mine. That
there may be no possible mistake I
will tell you—tell you about him,” she
pointed backward, with her hand, her
voice breaking, “and—and about' my-
self. You shall know all, and then
you will dare pretend ignorance no
longer. Listen, monsieur. The man
lying dead yonder—murdered—was
my father.”
She leaned forward, resting her
hands on the table, for support, the
veins in her throat throbbing.
“I wish you would at least confess a
knowledge of my tongue,” Bhe almost
pleaded. “It is not in English I think,
monsieur, and it is difficult for me to
speak in that language.”
“It would be a pleasure to confess
anything that would aid you,” I replied
politely. “But 1 possess small under-
standing of French.”
Her eyes darkened indignantly, and
companion of savagee. I, never ask
although my heart ached to do sot
he was not a man to be questioned
lightly, and '1 early learned that the
very thought brought him pain. But I
know this, for I saw a letter once, a-
yellow,'creased letter, which I. think
he purposely mislaid hoping I WouU
see. He wanted me to know, yet had
not the heart to tett.me. It was from
a French comrade in arms, and there
was a eiiest on the paper, and a great
name signed. I wept as 1 read, for
the writer loved tbe man to whom he
told the story, and the words came
warm from his heart Whatever else
you may know of us, Monsieur Jo-
seph Hayward, you have never known
tMs. It was because of a lady my^l^
ther loved, a relative of
her sake he fought the Prince de MU-
lier, and killed him in the royal gatf*
den. It was a fair fight hut tbe king
saw it not so, for It disarranged his
plans, and my father had to flee
France to save hie own life.’ Then was
he proscribed, a price set upon his
head.”
She paused, and sank into a chair,
bowing her face upon the table,
stood ’ silent unable to speak, the
sound of her voice still in my ears.
She looked up again, dashing her hand
across her eyes.
“I must be far more French than
Indian to become eo weak,” she ex
plained, .ashamed of the emotion. " ’T
is the memory of him lying yonder,
monsieur, with no word—no last word
—for me. So it was he cave to Amer-
ica, but they would not let hiv
in either Quebec or Montreal. They
drove him forth into the woods, into
the camps of Indians. He told me
once about those days; of bow he
traversed the black waters of the Ottm
wa and met hardships on the great
lakes, his companions voyageurs and
couriers des bois, his only means of
support the furs he could send back
to Montreal. But he might not ven-
ture there himself, but was doomed
forever to a life beyond civilization.
His associations would have brutalized
him, made him a fit denizen of those
wilds, turned him also Into a savage,
but for one thing—he was a fervent
Catholic. It wag this which kept him
ever gentle, sweet and strong. He
possessed the passion to save souls;
he became an evangel to the Indians
among whom he lived. He was at
Mackinac and Green Bay; he told the
Pottawattomies of Christ, but they
cast him out; h6 traveled to the vil-
lages of the Illinois, but the Jesuits
were already there, and gave him no
welcome. At last he found a home
with the Wyandots. At first the task
was not easy, for they were a savage
people. They had tortured Jesuit
priests to the stake, and flogged the
Recollete who came also. But my fa-
ther won their confidence; he went
forth with them to battle; he went
with them against their enemies, and
so they finally listened to what be
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There was utter silence,
the heavy breathing of the i
sound asleep on tee bench,
distinguish no noise without
"It was like a cry, taint from a dis-
tance,” she said, at last "but I hear
nothing now. Did you catch it
sleur?” V;. :4 4 ‘ ,ir U
‘T heard only your voice."
“Then I may have been deceived,
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about and I faced Brady, who had,__
stepped within and closed the door.
His gray eyes surveyed ue in one swift
glance, settling Inquiringly on the girl,
who had arisen to her feet Sktoulta
awakened, sat up on the bench. Mink*
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"Of conne; and who kite 70a hen,
Master Howard? A woman surely,
by dress Indian, and by face white," I
“This is Mamadoisene D'Auvray," I
replied, not liking his manner of
speech, "the daughter of the man we
found here dead.”
"She was not to the house when I
left Oh, I remember! The same per-
chance who was at Fort Harmar,
one you told me about and who
ened to follow us with Simon
Truly, she must have kept her word,
for that black renegade Is hoc
“Here! Glrty? You saw liar
"Ay! In tee Indian camp out pom
der. Nor was that all 1 saw. There is
something savage on foot or I am no
woodsman. I thought those devils
might have other quarry, and come
back here to lie quiet in hiding, hut I
am not to tore now that we are not
the ones sought This girt
with them.”
She stepped past me, and stood r»
erect facing him, the date eyee frank-
ly meeting ted grey.
‘Yet I am not one of theta,* tee
said slowly in her careful targMirh "I
am Wyandot; those you aim ere Ml-
amis and Ojlbwns, thieves and murder-
ers. My people eve Christian, and
are not at war." - J"*
"You were with them; with CHrty,"
he insisted, but in somewhat kinder
tone. "You came here direct fgrotu!
their camp.” /
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Power of Habit
Mrs. Tucker gave some food to •
tramp one morning, and as be wee
eating It ahe noticed a peculiarity.
“Why,” she asked, "do you Mick out
the middle finger of your left hand ao
straight while you are eatingk Was
it ever broken?”
No, ma’am,” replied the tramp, "hut
during my halcyon days I wore a dia-
mond ring on that finger, and old
habits are hard to break.
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