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THE GREAT FALLS LEADER.
DEVOTED TO THE AGRICULTURAL, MANUFACTURING AND MINING INTERESTS OF NORTHERN MONTANA,
VOL, 1, GREAT FALLS, MONTANA, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 15, 1888, NO. 15
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"b youth, be hwrought, with eyes ahiur,
rn faced and long of hair
In youth-Lu youth, he painted he.
Asdter of the air
Could clasp her not, but felt the sti
Of pinons everywher.
She lured his gaze, in braver days
And tranced him siren wise;
d be di pint her, through a haze
Of sullen pradise,
With soars of kiaseson her tace,
And embers in her eyes,
And now-nor dream, nor wild conceit.
Though faltering, as before
Through tears he paints her, as is meet,
Tracing the dear face o'er
With Illued patience meek and sweet
As mother Mary wore.
Jama Whitcomb Riley in Belford's Magazine.
LOVE AND SCIENCE.
Sne turned from the window wirh a
queer little exclamation of mingled vexa
tion and disappointment. A half sigh
rose to her lips, and, with a slight con
traction of her brow that was in reality
indicative of impatience, she drew the
curtain across the large square pane and
walked abstractedly away.
Agatha West was peculiar in some
ways. For a year and a half she had
been on intimate terms with John Ros
wick, and in all that time never once had
he been in her presence without feeling a
deep sense of his own inferiority and de
pendence. Not that she was strong
minded. No one would more quickly re
sent such an insinuation than she. True,
she wore rimless eyeglasses, and at times
affected a severe simplicity of dress that
was decidedly becoming to her plump,
brunette beauty. Nor was Roswick an
effeminate creature. He was, however, a
man that easily lost confidence in himself
when in the presence of the opposite sex,
and at such times was liable to become as
awkward and helpless as a badly jointed
automaton endowed with only a mono
syllabic power of speech.
Roswick was a man of considerable
wealth, and possessed a strong love for
mechanics. His life, for the past ten
years, had been spent in an elaborate
workshop fitted out in the upper part of
his house on Dousey street, where, day
after day and night after night, he ham
mered and filed and filed and hammered
at some product of his handiwork. His
great hobby was electricity, and with the
advent of the telephone, electric lighting
and kindred inventions he became so in
fatuated with his chosen work that he
scarcely took time to eat and sleep.
It was through this devotion to his
studies that he became acquainted with
Agatha West. Just how this was brought
about need not be detailed here, but suf
fice it to say that before the summer was
gone his work began to be neglected, and
his affections were, in part, transferred to
the more complex and hopelessly confus
ing study of womankind.
Agatha was consumed by mighty as
pitions when she left Wellesley. Her
horizon was boundless. In the valedictory,
which it was her honor to deliver, she ad
vanced the customary platitudes regard
ing "the dawning life, adown whose
shadowy vista we are now about to make
tracks," or words to similar purport. In
common with the multitude of ladies who
each year blossom simultaneously with
the June roses into "the stern realities of
life," as they are pleased to term it,
Agatha was filled with the vague idea
that she had a "mission;" that hence
forth this old world, largely through her
Influence, was to run on different prin
ciples. With each succeeding year, how
ever, this inner consciousness slowly died
the death of inanition, until now, at
twenty-six, little remained but a mild in
terest in the arts and sciences fostered
by her intimate associations with John
To tell the truth, that evening was the
third consecutive time that Roswick had
called on Miss West with the premeditated
intention of declaring his affection and
asking her to be his wife. For the third
time he had failed ignominiously. How
he had managed finally to bid her good
night he had not the remotest idea. A
dozen times during the evening had the
all important declaration of love risen to
his lips, and a dozen times had that
dreadful choking embarrassment effect
Ully silenced his intended utterance. On
eommonplaeetopics he had managed to
acquit himself fairly well, but with an air
of abstraction that necessitated frequent
apologies to the object of his blind worship.
This, then, was the reason Agatha
watched his retreating form with an air
of vexation, and left the shadow of the
curtain with something dangerously near
a frown on her mobile features. His in.
fatuation was no secret to her. To what
woman is her admirer's mind as a sealed
book? And the feeling she entertained
toward him, long ago self acknowledged,
only tended to make her less tolerant of
Ssay that John Boswick was discour
agsd and vexed with himself would be
but a mild statement of facts. On his
homeward walk that night he raged in
wardly every step of the way, and it was
not until a week later that his mental
barometer had risen to its normal altitude.
e Tueday evening following his last
doubly empasized fiasco Roswfck, secure
in the privacy of his own inner workshop,
ropped his tools for a moment and gave
himself up to profound meditation.
"I am a fool, and I know itl" he ex
claimed aloud, giving the work bench a
igorous thump as he set down a curious
ooin machine upon which he had been
wor. "What's more, Agatha knows
It!" he continued. He called her Agatha
lbly enough when unembarrassed by
presence. Indeed, this habit of think
ug aloud had become, through circum
tances, a fixed one, and, as on several
Previous occasions, he recounted the
events of their last meeting.
"I can't stand this any lon I" he ex
claimed. suddenly."I'11 se r toemor.
rwnight and have it all settled in some
way. This foolishness must be stopped.
The Idea. Afraid of a woman! And I
lknow-at least, I'm quite sure-she-she
likes me. Let me see," he continued,
us ily. "How can I introduce the sub
, .iaknowl" he ejaculated, with sad
a Inspiration, "l'll ask her if she thinks
"U ow ec d tfar will~ baA) uen I
Sth -je t .nicelyl." And then osaick's I
mind ipped gayly from one point to an
other as e formulated in his own way th
conversation leading up to the al imn
portaut question. He even went so far
as to act it all out. How he should stand
at such a moment, with bent head, wait.
ing for her reply. He would goon thus
heard all she said, as he paused at difter-'
ent times, he would eventually throw one
arm around her trim waist as he made the
one great plunge. In his enthusiasm he
threw his left arm around a convenient
post and beamed fondly on a last month's
calendar. This aroused him to a sense ci
his surroundings and he was silent for a
A low tapping at the door of his work
shop aroued him. He listened somewhat
impatiently to the soft tones of his sis
ter's well modulated voice.
"Don't let me disturb you, John," she
was saying. "I merely wanted to tell
you we have decided that the children's
party will be given on our own lawn."
"Well," said John, rather sharply, "it
must come of next week or I maychange
my mind altogether. That's straight."
"Very well; that will suit us per
Roewick followed his sister's retreating
footsteps down the long hall almost im
The next evening he was unexpectedly
called to the upper end of the city, and it
was not until the following night that he
once more found himself tete-a-tete with
Agatha. Outwardly he was quite self
possessed, but alas! the trepidation of
is heart! It thumped away at such a
rate that his power of speech seemed in
danger of forsaking him at any moment.
Agatha, tantalizingly collected, sat
waving a huge feather fan with lazy
grace, smiling softly in her companion s
restless eyes. "You were saying," she
began, interrogatively, "that you were a
great admirer of Ruskin'"
"Yes-that is, his 'Stones of Venice,'
you know. Such works interest me
greatly. By the way," and the very
thought that he was about to begin the
consummation of his plan caused his
tongue to halt; "by the way, I want-I
mean I would like to know more fully
your theory in regard to sewer gas-how
to combat it, you know. I missed your
last paper in The Architect's Assistant
on the subject." This was a long speech
for John, and he was a trifle flushed as
"It is very kind in you to ask my
opinion," Agatha said, sweetly, "but I
prefer to let you read it for yourself. I
will send the journal to you to-morrow." I
Although Agatha was secretly proud
of the fact that her dabbling in such top
ics had attracted some attention, she did
not care to discuss these problems at this
time. It was, therefore, with a touch of
cool formality that she added: "I was not
aware that you were interested in archi
tecture, Mr. Roswick."
"Oh, but I am!" he exclaimed, enthusi
astically. "I have just let the contracts
for a row of flats in Acton square."
"Indeed? What a charming location!"
"I'm glad you like it."
This was spoken before he realized it.
Now was his chance. The cognizance of
the critical moment at once paralyzed his
power of speech. Agatha, with eyes
modestly downcast, was toying aimlessly
with the various articles on the small
table at her left hand, and seemed to
offer as much encouragement as any man
"Miss West," he began, nervously.
Agatha did not look up. He could go no
further. His speech absolutely failed
him. It was with an inarticulate gasp
that he heard what seemed to be his own
voice; but oh, so much more clear and
"Miss West-Agatha," said the voice,
"pardon me if I seem too bold, but I have
something of the utmost importance to
say to you."
"Yes?" said Agatha, softly.
"You must know-it can be no secret
to you-that I have long esteemed you as
more than a friend."
"Why, Mr. Roswick!" It was a very
gentle exclamation, ingeniously indica
tive of mild surprise.
John Roswick was, by this time, dumb
with astonishment. Fortunately.Agatha's
eyes were averted. He again tried to
speak, when the voice was heard once
"I wanted to tell you this long ago," it
said, "and beg you to accept of my love.
For I do love you better than anything
on earth. You are not angry with me?"
"No," very softly.
John's expression was something won
derful. His lips moved, but no sound
came forth. Again the voice:
"Dear Agatha," it continued (who could
resist such an appeal?), "be my wife! Make
me forever happy"
There was an interruption. Miss West
now raised her head for the first time,
flushing all rosy red, like the early sum
mer dawn. "O0, John!" she exclaimed,
rapturously. Nothing more.
Then she threw her arms around his
neck most gracefully-she had studied
Delsarte-and whispered in his ear: "I
think-I know I love you, John."
Roswick, to his credit be it said, im
proved the opportunity and kissed her
then and there upon her very charming
From the center of the table came a
faint, whirring sound. Roswick's puzzled
brow cleared as a thought flashed across
his mind. He turned pale when, with a
sudden flirt of the newspaper, he saw the
photograph he had sent Agatha the day
before, and realized that his suspicions
were confirmed. It was the one he had
been experimenting upon in his workshop
two nights previously, and again the
mechanism had been Inadvertently set
I Ag.tha West, resting in his embrace,
was almost too happy for speech. She
sighed gently. "And do you really want
me to marry you'? very tremulously.
"Well," said the voice, rather sharply,
"It must come off next week or I may
change my mind altogether. That 's
, John!" exclaimed the young
woman. "How impetuous you are! But
I"-shyly taking the lapele of his coat in
either hand-"I think I can get ready by
that time."-W. C. Fulton in Chicago
psorge Macdonald is anod loess tfn
ipoec prophet of the old type translated
into reodern lL
"HIS LITTLE GAI,"
"Well, sir, seeing as ye mintion it, I
don't mind if I does try er drop o' sumot
ot. It's very comfurting to the inneris,
partickler of a cold night."
This was in answer to my proposal to
old Jim Benton, stage doorkeeper of Ast
ley's Royal amphitheatre, London. The
manager was a particular friend of mise,
so that I had the entree to all parts of the
theatre, and came and went as I wished.
Jim had held his position some thirty odd
years, and could, when he felt inclined (a
drop o' sumot 'ot helped greatly thereto),
relate many a good story of dead-Landgoe
actors and their next of kin, heroes of tke
sawdust. I am an occasional contributor
to the newspapers, and I would like here
to say that I have been indebted to Jim
Benton for many an odd bit of pathos and
humor. Poor old fellowl It is alreadyten
years and more since I followed him to his
last resting place, and the stage door of
Astley's Royal amphitheatre knows me
no more. This night Jim was unusually
"Lor' bless yer, sir," said he, as he
raised his glass of gin and water to his
lips, "I pities them teetotaleers, I does. I
cum ermost er jining on 'em onct, but
P rovidence wuz agin it. No, sir, yer
can't pass. I don't know no sich name."
This last was addressed to a gentleman in
lavender kids who presented himself and
his card at the door, asking to see Miss
Morrelli, the principal danseuse.
Ah, perhaps you are acquainted with
my alias?" here added the exquisite.
"Carn't say as I ham, sir. It's not to
be hexpected I could remember all the
gals' names. Yer see, we takes on er lot
of hextras come pantomime season. I
can't pass yer, sir; horders is borders."
As the swell withdrew old Jim contin
"Lor, selr, if I was to pass hall as was
wantin' to gt in there wouldn't be no
room behind the scenes fur the hactore;
but it ain't nothin' now to what it used
to be when Mr. Ketchum had the man
agement. Yer orter ha' seen the stage
door then. That was when the madame
was er playin' of Mazeppa,' and a
mighty fine figure of er woman she wuz,
too. Perhaps ye've seen her, sir. Ida
Frances. Fay was her name."
On my replying that I had never had
that pleasure he continued with:
"Well, sir, there'll never be another
Ida Fay. There's lots o' gals wot's tried
it on, but it don't work. Yer see, there
wuz er somethin' er sorter o' takin' about
her wot fotched the swells. Yer couldn't
git standin' room when she wuz er
playin'. Fast, was she, sirj Well, maybe
she warn't hexactly wot yer'd call a hark
hangel, but she was oncommon good to
my little gal, and that's enuff fer Jim
"Why, have you a daughter, Jim?" I
exclaimed, rather surprised of his never
having mentioned it before.
"Had, sir, had"- Here the old man
paused a moment and stooped down to
pick up a wisp of straw from the floor,
and I noticed his hand trembled as he
"Yes, sir," continned he, "yer wouldn't
think ter look at me that I could have
stch a dater. Sich a pretty little thing,
with hair fur all the world like gold, and
eyes that made me think o' the wiolets,
and a sparkle in 'em when she laughed
that all the spangles iver yer see couldn't
beat. Yer see, sir, I was pretty well on
in years when Mamie was born. She was
christened Mary, but we allers called her
Mamie. My little gal warn't mor'n a year
old when the missus wua took ill with a
fever and died, and there I wuz left with
a baby on my 'ands; but lor' blessyer, sir,
I took as natrel to 't as if I'd been a nuss
hall my life. Brought her through the
measles and whooping cough as right as a
trivet. Many's the hour she's sot on that
ere stool there er watchin' me. Some
times she'd be as still as a mouse, and
then agin she'd chattes like a little mag
pie. Sh had kurus fancies, had Mamie,
when she warn't no higher than that ere
"'Daddy,' ses she, one day, 'does han.
gels allers 'ave wings?"'
"'Yes, deary,' sea I. 'I allers heer tell
"'Then,' ses she, 'when I die, daddy
of course it won't be for a big, long while;
little gals don't die werry much, does
they?--'ll tell God I wanter see my
daddy, and I'll fly right down here and
peek in the winder and s'prise yer.'
"Yes, sir, that's the way she'd talk
sometimes, and somehow it made me feel
as if some one wuz er pressing a weight
on my chist and I couldn't breathe. Do
you know, sir, perhaps it's foolish, but I
b'lieve she do come to that winder and
look in at her old daddy sometimes-ony
ways, it's a bit comfurting to think so.
"How came I to lose her? That's wot
I'm comin' to, sir. Yer see Mamle was
born, as I may say, in the perfeshun, in
this werry theayter. Why, whiLt do youn
think, sir, afore she could toddle I bought
her a Noah's hark, and wot hanimal
would yar b'lieve she picked out fust? A
'orse, sir. Ah, sir-it was born in her.
I had allers a leanin' arter hacting, but
yer couldn't keep Mamie away from the
osses. Was I afeard of her getting hurt?
Well, no, sir, I carn't say as I wuz. Yer
see the grooms and hall the boys wuz
oncommon fond of Mamie and took a heap
of care o' her.
"Well, sir, when my little gal was
about 6 years old, Dan Maxwell wanted
to break her in to ride with him. At
first I wouldn't hear to't, but Mamie wuz
so wistful for't, and Dan wuz sich a
great, strong feller, and 1 knowed he'd I
be that keerful of her as if she wuz made I
of gold, so I let Mamie have her way. I
There warn't to be no whip used. I 1
wouldn't ha' stood that, but lor', sir,
there warn't no need o't. The child took
to riding like a duck to water. When I
see her name on the posters in big letters, 4
I couldn't 'elp feeling a bit proud, and I
Ivery night when sa was on, I used to
get some one to mind the door, while I I
slipped round in front. Sich er pliter as l
aelooked in her bit o' white dress all a
covered with spangles And how they
applauded her, girl She got most a baske'
of oranges ivery night, too."
Here the old man paused a moment and
drew his hand somewhat shamefacedly t
across his eyes.
"Well, one night I couldn't git round
in front until jist as they was doing the
finish; for that Mamle used to stand on
Dan's shoulder, with one little foot out,
and with her bits o' 'ands throw kisses to
the audience. You've seen how it's done,
sir. When she got round to the side of
the ring I was on, she kinder of forgot
herself and nodded and kissed her 'ands
to me, calling out, 'There's one fur you,
too, daddy.' The next moment-I never
knowed how it 'appened-but the 'osses
wuZ down and Dan and my little gal wuz
under them. When I picked her up I
thought she wuz dead, but she opened
her eyes and said, 'Is that you, daddy? I
b'lieve I ain't hurt. I don t feel nothin'.'
"The madame, as I spoke of, sent her
own kerredge fur a doctor, and when he
came he looked so grave I knowed it wuz
somethin' bad. So I up and asked him to
tell me the truth. And he did in the
feelingest way he could. My little gal
had broken her back, and if she lived
would be a cripple. I thought as how I
couldn't bear it at fust; she had been so
'andsome and spry, with sich a pretty
figure. Dan got ofi with a broken arm
and a few bruises. I never see er feller
so cut up as he wuz about Mamie. He
sot there on that cheer and cried like a
babby, and when my little gal put out
her arms to him one day and sez, 'Dan,
don't you want to take me to see the
'orses?'-I thinkit wuz her way of show
ing him she didn't blame him-he made a
pretense of going arter some candy fust;
but it wuz to 'ide his feelings, sir. I
think as how he spent mor'n half his
salary er buying toys and things for my
little gal. And there was the madame,
too, er fotching hall sorts of nice things
to eat and er ter talkin' to Mamie by the
hour. Mamie used to like to play with
madame's ring and sich. She wuz main
fond of jewelry, wuz my little gal. And
between the madame and Dan there
wasn't much in that line she didn't 'ave.
even to a watch. I got 'em hall stowed
away in a box, hexcept her ring she give
to Dan. He wears it on his watch chain
"Well, sir, arter a long while Mamie
was hable to git round on crutches, but
she was still pale and weakly like. The
madame, when she wuz here, took her
out a'most ivery day er ridin' away into
the country, er tryin' to put a bit o' color
into her cheeks, but it never stayed there
iong. She used ter lay on that 'ere old
soffy there and hold wot I called her
drawin' room. Yer see, hall the boys
used to drop in and chat with her, and
the wimmin folk, too, fur that matter.
Everybody loved little Mamle.
"About a year arter the haccident,
Mamie ses to me one night: 'Daddy, Mrs.
Green' (that was the wardrobe woman,
sir) 'ses there's a little girl a-going to ride
to-night, just like I used. I should so like
to see her.' 'Would yer, deary?" sea I,
'then Daddy 'ull take yer in front.' But
I was angry with the woman fur 'aving
told the child.
"Carryin' Mamie in r y arms I went
round to the ring entrance. With her
eyes er shinin' like stars, she watched the
act through, then as she put her 'ead
down on my shoulder, sorter weary like,
she ses: 'Daddy, I vant that little girl to
have my whip.
"I sot down here with lier ol my lap,
er strokin' o' her pretty hair. Hall to
onct she put up her little arms and pulled
my face down to hers. 'Daddy,' sea she,
'kiss me;' then she cuddled close up to
me and seemed to sleep. I sot fur quite
a while as still as I could fur fear o'
wakin' her, but some one comin' to the
door I had to lay her down. She was
dead, sirl My little Mamie, dead in my
"Everybody was that kind and feeling,
but they couldn't take the pain outer my
'art. There ain't nothing wot can do
that. She's buried at Finchley, sir, with
as beautiful a stone as yer'd wish ter see.
A'most ivery Sunday I goes out there.
It's not offen I speaks about her, sir; but
my little girl is allers here," and the old
man placed his trembling hand upon his
heart. There was a choking sensation in
my throat, so without a word I shook
hands and left him. Turning at the
outer door, I saw old Jim unlock a cup
board and take down a little pair of
crutches tied together with a faded blue
ribbon. He touched them gently with
his horny hand, then raised them rever
ently tohis lips.-Florence Revere Pen
dar in Boston Budget.
Treatment of Incorrigible Criminals.
The plan of permanently confining in.
corrigible criminals has been adopted by
the state of Ohio. Under a recent law,
a criminal, after having been twice con
victed and imprisoned, is regarded as an
habitual offender, and is confined for life,
except that after a stipulated term the
board of managers of the prison have the
discretion of allowing him to go outside
the enclosure on parole, though he still
remains in legal custody and is always
liable to be taken back summarily. In
other words, the incorrigible or profes
sional criminal is treated as if he were a
lunatic, and only permitted to go abroad
after long and apparently successful
treatment, with the certainty of an im.
mediate return to confinement if he shows
his unfitness for freedom.
That is the method approved and re
commended by the penologists in session
at Boston, and common sense is on its
side. There ought not to be such a
character as a professional criminal out.
side of prison walls, and yet New York is
full of them. Detectives can take you
around to their resorts and point them
out to you, perhaps nodding to them as
old acquaintances as they pass by. Mean
rhile society is put to a vast expense to
guard itself against the depredations of
these outlaws. Yet it treats them as
if they were engaged in a warfare so far
legitimate that they are only to be pun
ished when their tactics are inferior to .
those of the police, the army which it
maintains to fight with them.
That seems to be a very stupid way of
dealing with crime. After capturing
criminals at great expense of money and
ngenuity, we hold them for a brief pe
dod, and then turn them loose to go on
,n their spoliation and violence and to
ropagate their own kind, until they are
gain caught, when the process is re.
beted at intervals throughout theirlives.
the only true way is to capture them
nice for all and hold them fast thereafter
is incorrigible enemies of society. And in
;heir captivity they may be made to do
lonest work with the hands which in
heir freedom they put to criminal use
inly. A prison is the proper plaoetr
'co'-"t criminals.-New York Luq ' - I
C. A. BROADWATER, President. C. M. WEBSTER, Secretary.
PAR'S GIBSON, Vice-President. A. E. DICKERMAN, Treasurer.
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Men's Stiff liatls ............ m.. y price 1 22 Montana price 200
toy's Hats from ZL cents to $1, worth M peir ceit more.
Everything relso in proportion. A full line of Dry Goods, Millinery, Notions and odents'
furnisninag (iasle at Panic Prices.
S R. D. BECKON, Central Avenue.
H. O. CHOWIfN. PRESTON KINi FS. i. WILCOI0
P'resident. Vice-President. Sec. & Tree..
CAITAIRACT IILL COIPANY
latnnfartorers of the following, Brands of High-Grade Flour:
Diamond, . Gold Dust,
Cataract, Silver Leaf.
CASH PAID FOR WHEAT. MILL FEED FOR SALE
FFIOE -- Cent Avenno, near corner of Park Drive. MILL - Foot of uentral venne.
fC T . AT .A S.
GILCHRIST BROS, & EDGAR,
Dealers iii ll kinds of
iOUGH anld FINISHING LUMBIr1ER,
CEDAR D(X)RS, SASII MOULDING,
PINE nlw CEDAR CORNER BLOCKS.
BUILDING and TAR PAPER.
OREGON PINE A SPECIALTY.
YARD--Ninetl avtnue iinrtli and Twsulfth street. CITY OFFICE--(Celtral
avllnue, Itlmh we(,tn Park Drivte and Seconld street.
CHAS. T. DAY, Agent.
E. T. M ARSTON4ia e' ,owwpicd
All work rece.ivetd from sma distale. paliromlnlyl attim-dil to. Satisfacrtion guaranteed.
('elit'ral tIPII. -i't wRet Park lrivE ad .ti SeI llSl| street.l
Wi ester Pumps, Windmills and
Water Supply Goods of all Kinds.
F'iret A nv ' v hll. H(ireut Falls, SM-:n.tana