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From the Lafayette Gazette of December 31st, 1898:


High License or Low License?

 Some time ago the City Council passed an ordinance fixing the liquor license at $1,000. Previous to that the Police Jury had fixed the parish license at the same figure. One thousand dollars for the town and parish was decided upon by both bodies as just and proper. The advocates of a high license approved the action of the parochial and municipal authorities and some good results were hoped for by those who believe that the liquor traffic ought to be regulated as much as it is possible to regulate it.

 The Police Jury, however, weakened and at the request of several numerously signed petitions ordered that an election be held to obtain the sense of the voters of the parish on the question of high or low license. The election was held and a large majority of the voters expressed their preference for a low license. The Police Jury will now place the parish license at $200, the amount decided upon.

 The question then arose: "Will the Council retain the $1,000 license notwithstanding the change in the parish?"

 A special meeting of the Council, called for the purpose of settling the matter, was held Tuesday evening. Upon a motion to fix the license at $200, the same as the parish, the vote stood as follows:  Ayes - Jno. Hahn, G. A. Martin, A. E. Mouton, J. A. Landry.

 Nays - Thos. B. Hopkins, J. J. Davidson.

 Mayor Caffery vetoed the resolution. Under the charter it requires a two-third vote to pass an ordinance over the mayor's veto, and the question that arises is: Does it require two-thirds of the whole Council to kill the veto, or does it require two-thirds of its members voting. As the charter is not clear on this point it is impossible to say. Had Mr. Bru been present and voted aye and had the resolution been passed over the veto it would have settled the matter beyond doubt, but some time ago Mr. Bru sent his resignation to the Council and does not attend the meetings of that body. It seems, however, that he is still a member, as his resignation has not yet been accepted and an effort will be made to have him attend the regular meeting next Monday when it is hoped some definite settlement will be effected. As it is we have neither high nor low license, a condition which can be productive of nothing but confusion.

 We understand that the saloon keepers have entered into an agreement not to take out any licenses and consequently Monday we will have an eminently dry town. How long it will remain dry we don't know.

 The Gazette has already expressed its views on this subject and it is useless to repeat them. We believe that a high license for the town and a low license for the parish can not fail to be injurious to the commerce of the town without a possibility of accomplishing any good. The Gazette hopes that Mr. Bru will attend the next meeting and that the matter will be satisfactorily settled.

Lafayette Gazette 12/31/1898.

Coming to Falk's. - The lovers of good music will be pleased to learn that the Schubert Symphony Club will give one of its delightful entertainments in Falk's Opera-house on the 20th of January. The press everywhere speaks in eulogistic terms of this splendid company of artists. The Post classes it among the best that have visited Houston this season. Lafayette Gazette 12/31/1898.

 To the editor of The Gazette.

 A few individuals of this town pretended to be indignant at the fact that Lieut. Moss commanded colored soldiers. These immaculate individuals consider themselves above contamination by any sort of contact with negroes. They don't seem to know that there is less contact between the officer and soldier in the regular army, than there is between the farmer and his laborers, the doctor and his patient, the lawyer and his client, or the merchant and his customers. They are ignorant of the fact that the officers of the regular army, who know the qualities of the negro soldier, prefer top serve in a colored regiment than in some of the white regiments. Indeed, the ideas of these pretentious critics are founded entirely on ignorance and prejudice.
                            PLAIN TALK.

 Lafayette Gazette 12/31/1898.

Accident at Refinery. - A Malay employed in The Lafayette Sugar Refinery had his right arm caught in the machinery last Thursday morning. The man was attended by Drs. J. F. Mouton and A. R. Trahan. who dressed his wound. It is believed that the amputation of the arm will be necessary. Laf. Gazette 12/31/1898.

The Cosmopolitan Club. - The "Cosmopolitan Club" is the name of a new organization in Lafayette. It was organized a few days ago with a large membership and the following officers:  John Greig, president; Paul Castel, vice-president; Charles Debaillon, secretary; Jerome Mouton, treasurer. The new club has secured the studio building on the court-house square for its headquarters.
Lafayette Gazette 12/31/1898.

Back from "San Antone" - Mr. F. E. Davis, of San Antonio, Texas, arrived in Lafayette last Tuesday, and will reside here permanently. He has connected himself with the Moss Pharmacy and will devote his energy toward the further development of that model place of business. Mr. Davis made a large number of friends during a former residency of several months in Lafayette, and these will be glad to learn of his return into our midst. Lafayette Gazette 12/31/1898.

At Dr. Girard's.

 During the past week the following visitors were entertained at the home of Dr. F. E. Girard; Miss Came Allen, of New Orleans; Miss May Knickerbocker, of Crowley; Miss Pearl Harmanson, of Opelousas; George Hayman, of New Orleans; Henry Irion, of Eola; John Lewis, of Opelousas. Lafayette Gazette 12/31/1898.

Sheriff Broussard's Recent Capture.
  [From the New Orleans Picayune.]

 Sheriff Ike A. Broussard, the custodian of the law in Lafayette parish, and one of the best known sheriffs in the country, is a guest of the Commercial Hotel. The sheriff came on down to the city after having delivered up his prisoner, Willie Foreman, who was captured the other day, after one of the most exciting chases in the history of any criminal in the State, to the gang of workmen below Lockport near Lafourche.

 Sheriff Broussard's capture of Foreman is attracting attention all over the country. The story of how he hid away in cotton houses for days and nights, and then lay unbder a building on the wet ground for an indefinite period, makes one of the most remarkable narratives in the criminal annals of the state, all of which was told in the Picayune a few mornings ago. Mr. Broussard is suffering from a severe cold contracted while under the building at Gueydan. The reason Mr. Broussard pursued this method of capturing his man was in order to take him alive. He did not wish to kill him, and, therefore, it was necessary to make the capture when Foreman was off his guard, for he always declared that no sheriff could return him to bondage alive. If they wished to take him dead, all right, but they would never land him the penitentiary alive. Sheriff Ike Broussard did not say much, but he started in to capture Foreman, and the result is well known all over the State.

 Foreman was serving in the penitentiary when he escaped and returned to his home out in Lafayette parish and defied arrest. He said no one could take him. He was sentenced for nineteen years for the murder of Gustave Bertrand, a well-to-do merchant of Duson station, a little point twelve miles west of Lafayette on the Southern Pacific. Sheriff Broussard returned him into the keeping of Captain D. B. Row, who has a gang of convicts at work six miles below Lockport.

 Sheriff Broussard was asked what he thought of the conditions up in Tangipahoa, where a good many people have expressed the wish that this nervy, slouch hat, keen-eyed man of Lafayette could be for a few years, and he replied:

 "If I were up in Tangipahoa, I would either quiet them down, or else I would make it a hot time for sure -- one of those two things. That is my idea of settling the difficulties up there. I would use peace measure first, and if they failed, then they would get a taste of their own medicine, and it would be administered in good big doses."

 Mr. Broussard will be in the city for a day or two yet. He is enjoying the races and theatres, and thinks he deserves a little respite, on which point everyone agrees with him. 

 From the New Orleans Picayune and in the Lafayette Gazette of 12/31/1898.


 Notice to Tax-payers.

 Tax-payers who have not yet settled for their taxes are urged to do so at once in order to avoid costs. Under the new law the notices issued through the mail have to be registered which entails an additional cost of 25 cents instead of 10 cents as heretofore. After the 31st of December all who have not paid will become delinquent. I. A. Broussard, Tax-Collector. Lafayette Gazette 12/31/1898.

One Honest Man.

 In this material age there are many persons who would improve on old Diogonese, and instead looking with a lantern is search of an honest man, they would start out armed with an arc light if they were asked to find a fellow with an honest conscience. That, however, would be a waste of time for there lives near Carencro a young farmer, named Hazard Prejean, who is honest enough to suit the most cynical followers of the morose philosopher.

 On Tuesday of last week Adam Domingue, a thrifty farmer, lost on the road leading to Carencro a pocket-book containing $250 in greenbacks. Hazard Prejean who happened to travel over the same road, found the pocket-book. He went home, counted the money and after talking over the matter with his wife decided that it would be wise to wait until the loser would make known his loss before speaking to anyone of what he had found. In this way, they thought, the owner be discovered. On the following Sunday Father Laforest announce from the pulpit of St. Peter's Catholic church that Mr. Domingue had lost $250 on the public road and advised the finder to return the money to its owner. Mr. Prejean was now sure that there was no chance of making a mistake and he has lost no time in finding Mr. Domingue to whom he gave the pocket-book with its precious contents. Mr. Domingue very generously rewarded Mr. Prejean with a gift of $25.

 Mr. Prejean raises 4-cent cotton for a living and naturally $250 was a pretty big sum for him, but being a conscientious man he did not hesitate to do the right thing and he deserves credit of it.

 Pope has truly said "an honest man's the noblest work of God." Lafayette Gazette 12/31/1898.


 Selected News Notes (Gazette) 12/31/1898.

 Miss Marie Mouton arrived last Saturday from the Grand Coteau convent to spend the holidays at home.

 A number of young men with Louis Lacoste in the lead are making the preparations to give a dance to-night at Lacoste's hall.

 Louis and Thomas Debaillon and Lee Delahoussaye, who are attending Jefferson College, are spending the holidays at home.

 Prof. W. A. LeRosen left last Monday to attend the convention of educators being held in New Orleans.

 Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Clegg, Jr., of Louisville, Ly., are visiting relatives in Lafayette.

 Prof. and Mrs. R. C. Greig spent several days this week visiting relatives in New Orleans. While in the city they attended sessions of the Convention of Education.

 E. H. Vordenbaumen, formerly a resident of Lafayette, but now a leading hardware merchant of Shreveport, was in Lafayette this week.

 The Gazette returns thanks to Leopold Lacoste for a very neat calendar for 1899.

 The Star of Hope Temperance Society gave a very enjoyable party in Deffez's Hall Thursday night.

 The many friends of Mr. and Mrs. F. E. Davis were pleased to welcome them to Lafayette this week. The Gazette is glad to state that Mr. and Mrs. Davis will reside here permanently.

 Judge Julian Mouton is having a neat dwelling-house built on the vacant lot near Mr. Lusted's property. Levy Ames is doing the building and C. E. Carey the painting. Lafayette Gazette 12/31/1898.

 From the Lafayette Advertiser of December 31st, 1909:


  Dr. George W. Scranton, aged 60 years, 2 months and 23 days, died at the residence of his son-in-law, Dr. R. O. Young, in the town of Youngsville, Wednesday morning, December 29, at five o'clock. Deceased was a son of Dr. G. W. Scranton, a well known physician of Lafayette parish and lived 


 From the Lafayette Advertiser of December 31st, 1870.


  A traveler in Nevada tells a story of a family which consisted of the husband, his wife and two grown sons. The old lady was the only of the family who did not take a little of the "O, be Joyful." Sitting by the fire a few minutes, the old man tipped a wink, and the visitor followed him out. Stopping by a shed, he pulled out a long necked bottle, remarking : "I have to keep this hid, for the boys might get to drinking, and the old woman would raise the devil." They took a drink and returned to the fireside. Soon Tom, the eldest son, asked the visitor to see the horses, and taking him behind the barn pulled out a flask, saying : "I have to keep this hid, for the old man will get drunk, and then the devil is to pay," and they both took a drink and returned. Soon Bob stepped on the visitor's toe and walked off, the visitor following, As they reached the pig-pen. Bob drew out a good sized bottle, remarking ; "You know the old man and Tom will get drunk, and I have to hide this."

Our friend concluded he could not stand it to drink confidentially against the whole family, and started back to Gold Hill.
Original source unknown. In the Lafayette Advertiser 12/31/1870.


 As by a mourner's sigh— -and on yon cloud,

That floats so still and placidly through heaven,

The Spirits of the Seasons seem to stand,

Young Spring, bright Summer, Autumn's solemn form,

And Winter with his aged locks, and breathe.

In mournful cadences that come abroad

Like the far wind-harp's wild and touching wail,

A melancholy dirge o'er the dead year

Gone from the Earth for ever.

'Tis a time
For memory and for tears. Within the deep
Still chambers of the heart, a spectre dim.
Whose tones are like the wizard voice of Time
Heard from the tomb of Ages, points its cold
And solemn finger to the beautiful
And holy visions, that have passed away
And left no shadow of their loveliness
On the dead waste of life. That spectre lifts
The coffin-lid of Hope, and Joy, and Love,
And, bending mournfully above the pale
Sweet forms that slumber there, scatters dead flowers
O'er what has passed to nothingness. The year
Has gone, and, with it, many a glorious throng
Of happy dreams. Its mark is on each brow,
Its shadow in each heart. In its swift course,
It waved its sceptre o'er the beautiful —

And the are not It laid its pallid hand
Upon the strong man — and tho haughty form
Is fallen, and the flashing eye is dim.
It trod the hall of revelry, where thronged
The bright and joyous — and the tearful wail
Of stricken ones is heard where erst the song
And reckless shout resounded. It passed o'er
The battle-plain, where sword and spear and shield
Flashed in the light of mid-day — and the strength
Of serried hosts is shivered, and the grass,
Green from the soil of carnage, waves above
The crushed and moldering skeleton. It came
And faded like a wreath of mist at eve ;
Yet, ere it melted in the viewless air,
It heralded its millions to their home
In the dim land of dreams.

Remorseless Time —
Fierce Spirit of the Glass and Scythe— what power
Can stay him in his silent course, or melt
His iron heart to pity ! On, still on.
He presses, and for ever. The proud bird,
The condor of the Andes, that can soar
Through heaven's unfathomable depths, or brave
The fury of the northern hurricane.
And bathe his plumage in the thunder's home.
Furls his broad wings at nightfall, and sinks down

To rest upon his mountain crag — ^but Time
Knows not the weight of sleep or weariness,
And Night's deep darkness has no chain to bind
His rushing pinion. Revolutions sweep
O'er Earth, like troubled visions o'er the breast
Of dreaming sorrow — Cities rise and sink
Like bubbles on the water — Fiery isles
Spring blazing from the Ocean, and go back
To their mysterious caverns — Mountains rear
To heaven their bald and blackened cliffs, and bow
Their tall heads to the plain — New Empires rise,
Gathering the strength of hoary centuries,
And rush down like the Alpine avalanche.
Startling the nations — And the very stars.
Yon bright and burning blazonry of God,
Glitter a while in their eternal depths.
And, like the Pleiad, loveliest of their train.
Shoot from their glorious spheres and pass away
To darkle in the trackless void — ^Yet Time,
Time the Tomb-builder, holds his fierce career.
Dark, stern, all-pitiless, and pauses not
Amid the mighty wrecks that strew his path,
To sit and muse, like other conquerors.
Upon the fearful ruin he has wrought.

Printed in the Lafayette Advertiser 12/31/1870.

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