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THE GREAT FALLS LEADER.
DEVOTED TO THE AGRICULTURAL, MANUFACTURING AND MINING INTERESTS OF NORTHERN MONTANA,
VOL, I, GREAT FALLS, MONTANA, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 1, 1888, NO, 12
The shallow brook
That o'er its pebbles, brawling, runs away,
And turns with every break of land or te,
Vexing theair with plaint of heavy burden,
While but froth and Ora It carrie,
nowsot the deepttil lake so near
That, silentcovers Itsunnumbeedde,
Whileon itbroad brod east, to and frO
The thousand ships of commerce go.
So our Hives.
The narrow mind, loud voiced o'er pretty things,
Knows not the silent souls a-near
Dreams not of depths or heights beyond its own,
Or burdens borne in patient stillness.
A LOVE SICK PANTHER.
"It's me a sayin' of it ez shouldn't,
ire," remarked the Old Settler, "but
hist'ry's got to be kep' straight, and con
sekently I'll hef to own up th't w'en I
were young I were a tearer 'mongst the
galn. It got to be so 'round the Sugar
Swamp deestric' th't if th' was any gals
with their hearts ctacked wuss'n an old
chany teapot the crackin' of 'em, b'gosh,
were laid right squar' to me, ev'ry time.
Thar were Suse Livingoose. Suse's left
eye had a way o' shyin' 'round to wind
'ard, an' she were a leetle sot in her ways;
but one year I took to shinnin' with her
to all the doin's th' was. Bimeby the
other gals fell to pinin', an' I felt sorry
for 'em an' made up my mind th't
I wouldn't be so mean as to
let Suse her me all the time,
an' e'ncluded to give the rest of 'em
a show. The day afore Bijah Loon's
corn huskin' I were glidin' by Suse's house
an' she hailed me an' wanted to know
w'at time I were comin' fer her to go to
the huskin'. I said I wa'n't comin' ferher
at all, but were goin' to galavant Mag Mo
Jaggers. Suse got a little red, an' up an'
says th't she didn't think, lW'gosh, th't for
a man ez were going to marry her 'twere
'dfactly the caper feor him to be runnin'
'round the kentry with ev'ry other Tom,
Dick an' Harry of a gal th' were in the
deestric'. The wind often a yeller bird's
wing could ha' knocked me over, squire, I
was so sot back. I says to Suse wasn't
that a leetle suddent? an' Suso says it
mowt be or it mowt'n't. I says w'en is it
a comin' off? an' she says th't a week f'm
Toosd'y were a handy time, an' th't she'd
set it fer that day.
"Suse were so durn cool an' pos'tive
'bout it th't my tongue cluv to the ruf
o' my mouth. I got it down pooty soon
"'Suse,' says I, 'we'll drop this right
here. I'll alluz be a brother toye, an'
"'Brother be durnedl' says Suse. 'I've
got seven brothers a'ready, jist seven
more th'n I want,' she says. 'W't I'm
plnn' fer is a feller to cuddle up agin an'
to pay fer my caliker. I've sot my heart
onto you,' she says,' 'an' th' hain't no
more to say. Ye kin galavant Mag Mo
lagger. t'mor' night,' she says, 'but that's
the last. A week f'm Toosd'y you an' me
"Suse's squeejeed eye shifted to the
wind'ard a leetle more'n ever, but her
t'other un went through me, b'gosh, like
a red hot poker through a shingle. I
didn't go to the huskin', but pilin' straight
fer hum I shouldered my gun an' struck
fer the woods. I never stopped till I got
way beyent Wild Gander ridge, an thar I
pitched my tent, so to speak, an' "mongst
the bars an' the wolves an' the panthers
I found peace, till one day I tumbled
twenty feet down a ledge, losin' my gun
an' wrenching my leg so I couldn't
stan' up. I drug m'self 'long the foot o'
the ledge till I kim to an open spot, an'
thar I foun' a couple o' good sized caves
in the rocks. It were comin' on night, so
I pulled inter one of the caves to stay till
mornin'. w'en I thought I could drag back
to my cabin. I don't know how long I
slep', but w'en I 'woke the cave were all
of a tremble. It didn't take me long to
figure out w'at made it. Th' were a
paint'er sleepin' 'long o' me in that cave,
an' list more th'n purrin'l
"Fust along I wished I were back to
Sugar Swamp, but then I 'membered th't
that very day were the Toosday week th't
suse had sot, an' I shet my eyes an'
"'I'm safer here, b'goshl' says I.
"But how I did wish for little Dominie
Ripper, o' Lost Crow Barrenl The little
dominie never weighed more'n ninety
Pound in his life, and wasn't much taller'n
a bar cub, an' he alluz wore buckskin
breeches. But leetle as he were, wasn't
he a howler at distracted meetin's? He
Could pound the power inter a six-foot
0our sinner 'quicker'n I could ram down a
rifle ball, an' ez I lay thar listnin' to the
cttlin' purr o' that paint'er, I wished for
the little dominie, not ez I thought he
could rescoo me, but 'cause I kinder
wanted to git some p'ints es to my chances
after I had slid out f'm this vale o' tears.
"Mornin' kum a sneakin' Inter the cave
5n' woke the paint'er up. The paint'er
lIz, stretched itself half way 'crost the
cave, an' then gaped an' showed me the
OPnenl'inter wich I thought I'd proberly he
Passin' ez soon ez the paint'er were ready
or breakfas' Then the paint'er tip toed
Over to me. It put its fore paws on me
0' looked plumb in my face. Th' wa'n't
Oothin' ugly lookin' in its eyes, but 'stid
0' that they was ez soft an' laughin' ez a
gal's is w'en ye ast her if she'll go to the
candy pull. The paint'er were a big she
one, an' arter lookin' at nme for a minute
she walked out. I kinder felt easier. I
Couldn't git on my feet yit, so I drug my
self outside The paint'or sot on the
'round a few feet away. She acted shy,
s' t she'd ketch my eye her'n 'd drop ez
bashful e you ever see.
"Wull, ez I begun to feel safe, I got
tngry Th' wa'n't nethin' In thle
phinter's larder, an' I thort to m'self th't
the paint'er mowt jist as well ha' chawed
e up ez to let me set that an' starve to
death. W'1le I were ran lin' with my
n0utick, the paint'er riz up an' went
boundin' away to'ard Lost Crow Barren.
She were gone fer a couple hours, an' then
she kim boundin' back ag'if an' fetched
with her a nice fat lamb!
"Haln't this paint'er actin' a leetlo
queer?" I says. "Or is this the way they
do w'en they hey company?"'
"I didn't stop to argy, but in less time
th'n I kin tell it. squire, them woods was
bein' scented with their fust sniff o' roast
lamb. The painter kep' a giaucin' at me
eouten a corner of her eye. She stayed by
me all day, an' fore night she'd got over
her bsahfulness, an' were settin' right
long side o' me, lookin' inter my face es
gentle ez a fawn, an' a purrin like a cat
on the h'arth, only twenty times louder.
"To cut this conterbution to nat'ral
hist'ry short, squire. afore night the nex'
day the 'stoundin' truth busted in on me,
an' I felt like tearh,' my hair an' thumpm'
my head agin the rocks.
"'I've 'scaped f'm Suse an' the gals o'
Sugar Swamp,' says I. '1 skinned away,
b'gosh, f'm their love in the clearin's, an'
were findin' peace in the wildernest.' says
I, 'an' now w'at do I strike? A paint'er,'
says I. 'A female paint'er sees me, an'
arter seein' me,' says I, 'goes an' falls
heels over head and dead in love with mel
Gosht'l-mightyl' I says; 'Hain't none o'
the sex proof agin mel'
When the truth dropped on me I were
braidin' a snare to ketch some big trout I
had seen in a brook nigh the cave. Havin'
no string, I had chopped with my jack
knife a lock o' hair offen my head to braid
an' twist inter a piece long an' strong
.Jough to make the snare. The loose
lock I had put in a flat tin t'backer box
th't I giner'ly carried by a buckskin string
'round my neck, so's I couldn't lose it,
t'backer bein' sca'ce an' high, The dies
klvery o' the paint'er's hankerin' fer me
knocked all hankerin' faer trout outen me,
an' I limped away to think it over, leavin'
the box whar it laid.
" 'T'morrow night,' says I, 'lame ez I
be, I'll give the paint'er the slip!"
"That night she showed by her nosin' at
me, an' her giner'l bearin', that she'd like
to see me in her cave. I lit a big pine
knot, carried it inside, and stood it in one
rorner. The torch was a trifle flickerin',
but it made the cave light all over. I sot
down on a rock. Bimeby the paint'er
went over to the pine knot an' scratched
an' pawed at the light till she put it all
out'but a little flicker at the top. Then
she kinder edged to'ards me, bashful and
shy, but pooty soon 'plunked herself
squar' in my lap an' laid her head on my
"'Gosh t'lmightyl' says I, 'if she haln't
;one an' turned down the light an' wants
io set up an' spark jest like a real gall'
"I sprung right up an' went out, not
carin' a durn w'ether I hurt her feelin's or
not. Nox' mornin', my leg bein' better, I
felt cheered up, an' so I says I'd hev that
mess o' trout 'fore I run away f'm the
love sick paint'er anyhow, but I couldn't
find my t'backer box an' hair. The paint
er 'd gone on her reg'lar mornin's mark
etin', an' I were 'spectin' her back ev'ry
minute. W'ile I were lookin' fer my
t'backer box I see her a comin' down the
ridge. She were carryin' sumpin' in her
mouth th't looked queer. I were wonder.
in' wit w'at it could be, w'en she bounced
inter the openin' an' laid her marketin' on
the ground. I give one look at it an' kim
nigh jumpin' plumb outen my skin, far
thar laid little Dominie Ripper, havin'
been lugged in by the paint'r f'm some
whar by the seat of his buckskin breechesl
I flopped the Dominie over an' soon
fetched him to. I helped him up on his
feet, an' he looked 'round with his eyes
hangin' out like 'the big eend of a banty
hen's egg. The paint'er kim up to me
an' put her paws on my chist, an' shi
never looked so darn lovin' at me afore.
W'ile she were lookin' th' kim a report
like a small clap o' thunder, an' my
paint'er fell dead at my feet. The little
Dominie stood on t'other side o' her with
a pistol nigh a foot long, an' he had sent
all th't it held clean through the paint'er's
brain; I looked down at her ez she lay
thar dead, an' sumpin shiny on her breast
ketched my eye. I stooped down. Lay
in' plumb over her heart, an' fasten'd
'round her neck by the buckskin string,
were my tin t'backer box, with th' lock o'
"Squire, that were a tetchin' sight, an',
b'gosh, I had to blubberl
"I tol' the Dominie the story o' thI
paint'er's love, an' he tol' me how he'd
been waylaid by her an' yanked in afore
he could say boo.
" 'But w'at in under the blue cannerpy
did she want to fetch you in for?' I says.
'Did she think I had a tooth fer Dominie
an' buckskin breeches?'
" 'No,' said the little Dominie. 'Can't
ye see?' says he. 'She'd sot her heart on
havin' ydu.' says he, 'an' fetched me in to
do the marryin', ez sure ez my name is
But the squire was moving toward the
door, and he went out without a word,
leaving the old settler to muse alone on
the quleer things nature used to do in the
olden time.-Ed Mott in Chicago Herald.
The Prince's Pewter Mug.
About a year ago Prince George of
Wales was sent to his ship after a vaca
tion (wherein he became greatly involved
in debt) quite penniless, and with a warn
ing lecture from his father. Shortly after
the christening of the Battenburg baby
occurred, and presents were sent to the
infant in great quantities, and of value
commensurate to his exalted rank Prince
George duly and dutifully sent his offer
ing-a pewter mug with a tag attached,
on which was written: "To my beloved
nephew, with the hope that when his
nephew is christened he will be able to
purchase a more appropriate gift than
this." It is said the Prince of Wales, on
reading the inscription, exclaimed: "That
boy is incorrigiblel"then laughed heartily.
and next day sent him a handsome sum.
THE PAL'S OF FEAR.
THE EXQUISITE TORTURE ENDURED
BY THE TIMID WOMAN.
The Night Has Its Terrors and the Day
Its Dangere-Mothere Who Make Their
Motherhood a Long Drawn Agony.
Think what that poor, dear, timid
woman undergoes who nightly looks
under her bed for the burglar she be.
oeves to be secreted there. who goes
round the house after the servants are
abed to see that all is safe, and that no
ticket of leave man is profiting by his lib
ert. to do her harm. With what asens
of dread she looks thedoorsof those dark,
underground places into which she dares
not peer Ghosts and robbers-she turns.
the key on both with a quick throb and
trembling hand, then beats a retreat with
ever the same feeling of nameless terror,
the same sensation of being followed by
some vague horror, which she has not the
courage to turn round and confront.
Night after night this torment is re
newed, as unfalingly as that which the
old hag inflicted on the merchant Abudah.
If the night has its terrors so has the
day its dangers. Such a person as this in
the country dies a thousand deaths In
quick succession; and the one is as ur
necessary as the other A tramp loitering
on the highway means robbery first and
assassination after A few harmless cows
going home to be milked, and driven by a
child, are as dangerous as a stampede of
buffalos, heads down and tails aloft. Cat
tie in a field, however well worn the pub
lie way across, make that field taboo; for
Is not each dull, slow, grazing ox, each
mild eyed "milky mother of the herd."
each tangle polled yearling calf, as dan
geroua as a wild bull, "man mad," and to
be approached only with caution and in
force? That distant, barking collie; that
restless, neighing horse prancing up to
uthegapIn the hedge, t ugh wi he
thrusts his sociably inquisitive nose; that
wayside encampment of traveling gypsies
--all the circumstances of the country are
so many causes of fear to the timid pe
destrian, beating along the public road
for a constitutional, and taking no pleas
are in what she sees
in a carriage she fares no better. Up
hill she is sure the horses will jib; down
hill they will slip and fall, or the pole will
break, and then heaven have mercy on
her soull On the plain road, put to a
sharp trot they will run away; Indeed,
they are running away If tjey whisk
their tails they are about to kick; if they
cock their ears they are sure to shy She
screams at the smallest difference between
them and their driver: and when they
have to meet another carriage, or pass a
lumbering cart, she pinches her compan
ion black and blue in the spasm of her
The torment of fear is hard to bear
when it is centered on one's self. What
Is it when It spreads itself abroad and in
cludes others-the beloved-in its meshes?
For the beloved, indeed, is no security.
Every railway journey includes a smash;
every sea voyage is a foregone shipwreck;
if an epidemic touches the outside fringes
of the district, it is sure to make a leap
into the home where the dear ones live.
The smallest cold is bronchitis; and when
the little people cough they have whoop
ing cough, no less
Some mothers make their motherhood a
long drawn agony by the fears with which
they encompass their young Is the nurse
a quarter of an hour beyond her usual
time? Straightway the grave is opened
and the cherished and adored lie therein
stark and cold. Wild wanderings to and
fro. wild surmises as to what can have
happened, angry rejection of any common
place explanation as to a longer walk than
usual, a longer session under the trees
than was calculated on, passionate tears
of frantic despair, passionate outbursts of
as frantic wrath, when lol the nurse
comes quietly up to the house door with
her charge as fresh as a flower and as gay
as a lark, and that voluntary descent into
Hades proves itself as futile as it was un
These fears accompany a mother of this
uneasy kind all through life. When her
boys go to school she is sure they will be
mauled by the bigger ruffians of their
class. maimed for life in the playground,
overworked, underfed, put into damp
sheets and morally corrupted She suffers
more than they from the dire necessities
of learning, and wishes that there was a
royal road to knowledge where her dar
lngs could bowl along at railroad speed,
with never a hill to climb nor a valley
wherein to descend. She thinks the mas
ters cruel and the curriculum inhuman,
and wonders how so much can be ex
pected from such young brains and grow
All through life it is the same cry of
evil. The fortunes of war take her sons
here and there, and the mother frets over
the possibilities of disaster, as if that poes
sible event were proven fact and chance
had no side alley for escape. And when
It comes to matrimony the whole thing is
renewed under another name; for surely
was there never the girl born who was a
tit wife for the son of such a mother,
while the finest man extant makes but a
poor kind of a care taker for her daugh
ter! So she perverts the great gift of love
and the divine glory of maternity into a
scourge, and not a blessing, and weeps
behind her mantle of self-made mourning
because she has not the courage to believe
nor the common sense to hope.-The Fe
S. stI Against Cremation.
If cremation becomes popularit will be a
great boon for poisoners and other mur.
derersr who dispose of their victims in
such a manner as to leave no outward in
dlcation of acrime having been committed.
It frequently happens that several weeks,
and perhaps months, elapse before suspi
dion is fastened upon the murderer, and
then it is necessary to exhume the re
mains and hold a post mortem and inquest
in order to prove the cause of death. In
mase of cremation this would be impos
sible. In the Maxwell case, for instance,
the little chloroformer would in all proba
bility have escaped had it not been possi
ble to disprove his testimony, that he was
treating Preller for a disease which ren
dered an operation necessary, by exhuming
the remains and making an examination
The theory was a plausible one and would
have hadgreat weight with the jury.
Crimina Lawyer in lobe-Democrat.
Northern R. R.
Leave Great Falls 4:35 P. M. via t. P.. M. & M. Ry
Miles Arrive at Saint Paul 7 A. M.
0.... Lv. St. Paul.............. . 7:30 pm
116.... r. Winona .............. 115 pm
132........ " LaCrosse ..... ......... 121 am
191........ Pr du Chien............ 1:49 "
258........ " Dubuque .............. .. st "
278........ alena ............ ..... 4:05 L
285........ Savanna ............... 4.10 "
32........ Oregon................ . :10 "
431........ " hicago ................ 9:0 "
19........ Peoria .................. :0 pm
570........ " t. Louis............... 5:0 "
Peerless Dining Cars and Pullman Sleepers on
all through trains. No change of cars to
Chicago or St. Louis. For Tickets Sleeping Car
aceommodations. Local Time tables and other
information, apply to
Freight and Passenger Agent, Great Falls.
Or. address W. J. C. KENYON,
Gaen. Pas. Agt. C. B. A N. By.. St. Paul. Miunn.
C. T. WERNECKE
Groceries, Notions, Fruits.
BARGAIN COUNTER GO01S.
Crockery and Lamps,
FRESH CANDIES AND NUTS.
Kennedy's Fancy Biscuits in (thirty different
ISI sHINT TAOE .Li.
Fish, Salt and Fresh. Poultry.
CROWN SEWING MACHINES.
CAMP AND RANCH OUTFITS.
MRS. A. B. FAIRFILD
Millinery and Fancy Goods
W. B. RALEIGH & CO'S STORE
Great Falls Montana.
Between Central and First Avenues Sooth.
R. A. MOORE, Proprietor.
On Central Avenue,
Next :door to Lmpyre's Drug store, are the
ESTEY AND CAMP
Parties desiring to
BUY 01R RENT A PIANO OR ORGAN
Should leave orders with tlem us they are agents
for Montana, They also keep in stock a line
MRS. E. McLEAN'S
And Lodging House.
First avenue South between Pirk I)rive
:tnd First street.
Delivery Wagon makes regular )Daily
roundts andt delivers
Bread Free of Charge.
ZINCEL & CIES,
Second Street South, Ietwteen Third and Fourth
F. KBAM BECK, Proprietor.
Central Avenue and Fourth Street, Great Falls
PRATT & RICKARD.
BLACKSMITHING and REPAIRING
Livery anti Draft Borse and Mule Shoeing.
Corner First Avenue Sout and Th0ird 0 treet.
All kinds of general work tetrtflilly Iat
tended to. Lutttherno hlk er:e thri post
office on First street.
C. A. BROADWATER, President. C. M[. WEBSTER, Secretary.
PARIS GIBSON, Vice-President. A. E. DICKERMAN, Treasuiei.
THE GREAT FALLS
Vater-Poer Tonsite Co.
THE INDUSTRIAL CITY.
GREAT FALLS, having the greatest available water-power on the American
continent, is destined to be the chief inth trial city of the northwest. The Montana
Smelting Company is now erecting here i:e largest works for the reduction of ores
in the United States, and other extensive manufacturing enterprises will- soon he
GREAT FALLS is now the termin, -: of three railroads-the St. Paul, Minne
apolis & Manitoba, the Montana Central ; d the Great Falls and Sand Coulee line.
It is the Commercial Cener of Northern Montana.
It has a population of 2,000 and Is grow.ig rapidly. Enterprises now under way
and to be inaugurated will more than doul-:o the population this year.
No town in the Rocky Mountain region offers greater inducements tbthe settler
or investor, and all such are respectfully iivited to come and see for themselves.
For information regarding GREAT F. LLS and surrounding country, address
CHAS. M. WEBSTER, Secretary,
Great Falls, Montana.
WE ARE HERE!
We have just received a large
DEERING - ALL - STEEL - BINDERS
and the new Deering mowers.
We are not here for a few days but to stay
and don't you forget it.
We can furnish you with
Extras for all of our Machines.
We have just received an invoice
We will be glad to furnish you everything
in our line and at
Prices that will. Astonish You.
Please call on us on the corner of First av
enue South and Second Street.
William Deering & Co.
Per C. C. RAY.
Northwestern Fuel Co0lpaity.
Coal delivered direct from the mines - $7 per ton.
Lime - - $15 per ton.
Montana baled hay . . - . . $16 per ton.
Oats . . - - $1.50 per 100 Ibs
Merchandise and furniture moved to any part of the city. Freight received and forwarded.
Office corner of Central avenue and Fourth strrceet.
H. O. CIIOWEN. PRIESTON KINK F. H. WILCOK
President. Vice-President. Soc. & Tre..
CATARACT MILL COIPANY
Manufacturers of the following.l randis of High-Grade Flour:
Diamond, Gold Dust,
Cataract, Silver Leahf.
CASH PAID FOR WHEAT. MILL FEED FOR SALE
1FlOri(. - Cont Avenue, near corner of Park Drive. MILL- Foot of Central Ayeauo.
C+ P :A ' IALLJS.