Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1880-05-04
DE YOUNG'S CHARACTERISTIC

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Pixley was for years employed on the Cron-
icle as the leading editorial writer: Charles
DE Young was not remarkable man, nor in
any distinguishing sense did he differ from the
ordinary business person who seeks to make
money in the publication of newspaper. He
possessed the usual enterprise, industry, vigor,
push and persistence, some administrative tai
ent, and very great energy, but not more than
might have been expected in young, healthy
and ambitious man, who had by his unaided
exertions come from poverty to the control of
leading Journal. That his newspaper was
success and leading, was attributable as much
to the result Of accident and the conditions
surrounding it to anything Mr.. Charles De
Young did for it. Charles De Yonng was net
a journalist in any sense of the word. He
never wrote line for his paper, and he only
controlled the policy of the paper to the end
that it might reflect his personal feelings and
make money. He was the business manager
ant. brain of money making machinery, and
not even successful In that. Had he left the
Chronicle to the control Of his brother three
years ago, the paper would have been more
prosperous, respectable and influential than it
was at the time of his death. He an opin
donated, obstinate person, who could not be
controlled by friends-one of those whose pride
binders them from ever seeming to take ad-
vice. He was courageous to the last degree,
and always conf lent that his course and his
opinions were correct. He had All ambition
to make the Chronicle powerful journal He
had no conception of such a thing as an able,
honorable and influential journal. He would
trample down every consideration of right,
violate every principle of honor, and despised
as weakness every such sentiment as pers, !
friendship-if these things stood in the way
of his newspaper He was heartess, migrate
full, altogether unsympathetic in his malice,
and in his pursuit of an enemy was as cold
blooded and unforgving as an Indian. He
was prospecting, but it was that kind of pros
perity, that, with powerful journal, would
have made him a terror in the community.
When it seemed to him that the Chronicle had
achieved victory in the adoption of the New
Constitution, he became drunk with his sense
of power. In his vanity and weakness he was
intoxicated with the absurd conviction that he
was great, and his Journal powerful to control
political parties. The ling election
demonstrated his error, and it sank deep into
his heart He became moody and enbittered.
an unhappy moment, and wounded him where
he was most tender-for while he respec ed or
considered no other mans mother, he loved
his own with love that was worship. The
election of Kalloch, and Republican Governor,
the realization that his dream of great and
powerful journal was not yet to be consumma
ted, the serious blow struck at his business by
the merchants-all tended to embitter him
against the community. He took the side of
misrule and disorder; in the interest of his
paper he would have cruci6ed society. He
made the wretched Kearney, and helped I'M
make him. He warmed into political life the
very mob that hooted over his dead body. He
sowed the wind to reap the whrlwind He
was the contriver of his own ruin. His was
brief, unhappy, quarresome life. At war
with all the world save his own family circle.
an Improbable struggle has been his entire
existence. He pigeon holed mems frailties,
catalogued their mistakes, their follies and
their crimes, that he might have power over
them. He employed detectives and Swallowed
men, for his vas the ambition to become ter
ror to his enemies, and he wished no friends.
If he had lived, his would have been lonely
and unloved existence. If he had succeeded
in making great and powerful journal, it
would have been a moral monster, a jugger.
naut; it would have fourished at the cost of
all that is good, or kindly, or human in the
community where it existed. 1t was fate that
he should die like rat in a hole, as he did
He was not great man, nor a good man, nor
q great journalist. and his death is not an ir-
reparabls loss.