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Volume 9.
Helena, Montana, Thursday, July 8, 1875
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Kitt WAV* D1T.L.
Few affairs of honor have been surpassed
in real Irish iuu by one which took place in
Dublin, in which the celebrated tire-eater and
champion of the Dublin Corporation, IVEs
terre, afterward shot by O'Connell, came out
in "a new- way to pay old debts," and had his
, overstrained notions of chivalry turned into
successful ridicule by an honest, plain-deal
ing man's mother wit and common sense.
D'Esterre used to put his name to paper with
out thought of payment. One day Billy Kir
wan, a well-known bill-broker, was offered a
bundle of bills for discount. It was Mr. Kir
wan's boast that he instinctively knew bad
"paper" by the feel of it.
"There's bad 'paper' in j r our lot, lean
perceive, sir, without taking the trouble to
look over it seri-ah-tim et lite-rah-tim ," re
marked Billy, who had been originally inten
ded by his pious Galway parents for the
Church, and had, in his boyhood, a decent
converse with the preliminaries of the class
ics. " Fornum habet in cornu" he continued,
"as a body raighl say to a spavined horse.
You had better remove it, if you playse, sir,
before I have anything to say to you; for I
wouldn't touch it with a pair of kitchen tongs,
, much less dirty my hands with it."
"1 am astonished to hear you say so, sir,"
said the merchant ; "and would yon be pleased
to mention what it is in my hand that encoun
ters your objection ?"
"Wny, a certain acceptance signed II.
D'Esterre, and, if you must know my opin
; ion, I would not advance the value of a brass
button on all that a jackass could draw on the
same security."
"Good heavens! and why not?"
"For a rayson I have; and nobody knows
it better than Mr. D'Esterre himself," an
I swered Kirwan.
! As Mr. Kirwan was sitting alone after din
; ner the same evening, enjoying his pipe and
j his glass of punch over one of McGhee's late
leaders in the Evening Post, or, just as prob
■ able, one of Dan O'Connell's earlier speeches
; in favor of Catholic emancipation, the servant
j came in with a card from Col. Henry.
• "Who's Col. Ilcnry?'' demanded Kirwan.
i "Faith, and it's meself doesn't know him
'from the man in the moon."
j "Bowl in the Colonel, and lay another
tumbler," said the master of the house.
Col. Henry, a tall and gentlemanly looking
turn of middle age was ushered in.
"Mighty glad I am to see you, Colonel,
' whatever you've come about," said our host;
, "but before you begin I would advise you to
mix a tumbler of that excellent Johnny Poncer
that's foreuent you. If you lake it off at
once, it will pull you through the opening
part of your business pleasantly and comfort
ably ; and then you can mix a second at once
to prepare you for contingencies."
Colonel Henry having taken Kirwan's ad
vice so far as mixing, but not suddenly ab
sorbing, the liquor, opened his business with
all the grandeur of a perfect Sir Lucius, as in
days long gone by Jack Johnson used to
enact the part, not Tyrone Power.
The Colonel very much regretted that it fell
to his lot to have to deliver a hostile message
to a gentleman of such respectability as Mr.
Kirwan from one equally respectable and es
timable as Mr. D'Esterre. He repeated the
injurious and iusultiug expressions which the
gentleman whom he had the honor of ad
dressing had made use of in speaking of his
friend during the day to a certain merchant
in the Commercial Buildings, and which had
traveled the rounds of the city before uight
fall. He pointed out, moreover, the utter
impossibility of Mr. D'Esterre's allowing such
an outrage on his name and character to be
uttered and sent forth to the world without
demanding the satisfaction of a gentleman.
"Then, Colonel, honey, come to the point,
and just tell me what is it that ye want," de
manded Kirwan.
"An apology or the alternative."
"Which means that I must eat my words
or fight?"
"Most decidedly."
"It can't be done for the money."
"For the money ?"
"Yes, for the money. I'd be glad to ac
commodate you, my dear Colouel, in any way
in my power; but the money stands in my
way most completely and entirely."
Colonel Henry looked bewildered. Kir
wan's argumentum ad cn^mcnam was evi
dently bej^ond him, "What money? whose
mouev ?" he exclaimed.
"Why, my money, to be sure; the money
that your respectable friend, Mr. D'Esterre,
owes me this last couple of years—nothing
more nor less than a cool hundred, independ
ent of interest and expenses. I lent it to him
at first not as a matter of business, but on bis
pledged word of honor that he'd return it to
me at the time he promised ; and, upon my
honor and sowl, he hasn't done so from that
• day to this."
The Colonel doubted what he had to do
with the money question.
"Everything," said Kirwan, "in the regard
of your not having the ghost of an argument
on your side when you ask me to apologiie
or tight." .
The Colonel still could not see it; but his
opponent very soon made him, in this wise:
He'd be a liar and a coward to apologize or
in any way retract what he had said and still
felt of D'Esterre so long as D'Esterre chose
to act dishonorably toward him, and to go
out and fight him would be to act like the
biggest fool in existence. "Blood-an'-ouns,
Colonel," said Billy, "do you want me to fire
against my own money? On the other hand,
if D'Esterre hits me he'll send me to the devil
after it ; and you know the Scripture says
that 'out of hell there's no redemption.*"
"Very true, indeed, and by no means an
unreasonable way of putting it," observed
Colonel Henry ; "but," he added "will you,
it I satisfy you 011 the money question—"
"If you pay me—that's the chat!" roared
"Pay you—certainly; that'» what I mean,
but will you then tight?"
"Like a Trojan, Colonel," cried Kirvvin.
"Anything to oblige you—anything for peace
and quietuess."
"1 shall see you to-inorrow morning again,
Mr. Kirwiu," said the Colonel, rising and
formally bowing to his host, who vainly en
deavored to make him take another jorum,
"just to show' that there was no animosity
between them."
"You'll have your friend ready in the morn
ing when I call ?" asked Henry, as he turned
for the last lime.
"That's my intintiou," responded Kirwan,
"and all my worldly affairs settled."
Colonel Henry did not see the face of inim
itable drollery that Mr. Kirwan assumed as
he uttered the last observation, for his back
was turned, and be was half way' down the
hall-door steps, hailing a passing carman.
Next morning the gallant bearer of the car
tel was at the house of the challenged party,
who received him most graciously.
"But your friend, Mr. Kirwiu? I don't
see the gentleman to whom I expected to be
presented." exclaimed the Colonel, looking
not a little surprised.
"Lave that to me," Kirwan remarked,
very coolly. "Business before pleasure, if
you plase. Have you brought my' money i
Let's settle that before we proceed to the sen
timental part of the matter*"
"Certainly," replied Henry. "Here's a
hundred-pound Bank-of-Irelaml note at your
service, which discharges my friend's obliga
"And here's a receipt for that same, with
an apology for your friend, which lie and
you would be the most unreasonable men
alive not to accept and be thankful."
"Wbat! then you don't intend to fight,
after all ?" exclaimed the Colonel, on bearing
what appeared to him an extraordinary decla
ration, and perceiving the perfectly ridicu
lous result which his grave embassy had at
length been brought to. "You won't fight?"
he repeated.
"The divil a bit, Colonel, honey ; and that's
as sure as my name is Billy Kirwan. I un
say all I have said of your friend, and apolo
gize to him and you in the handsomest man
"I can't just at this moment see," rumi
nated the baffled envoy, "how my principal
is to come out of this affair creditably in this
"He conies out of it with flying colors; for
his fellow-citizens will think more of him
when they hear he lias paid his debts than if
lie had shot Billy Kirwan."
The celebrated bill-broker of the Dublin
Commercial Buildings thus brought this, at
first-sight, formidable-looking affair to a suc
cessful conclusion, according to his notions
of common sense and common honor. Even
in a dueling age, and by a fire-eating genera
tion, people said when a quarrel took place
and a money grievance was at the bottom of
it, "Settle the latter first, and the former af
terward;" and before running a debtor to the
wall, "Take Billy Kirwan's advice, and don't
fire against your own money."
The Bargello in Florence.
Florence (Italy) Letter.
This palace, the oldest in Florence, has in
some degree the historical interest which sur
rounds the Tower of London, since it is a
memorial of dark days ©f strife, of civil war
and foreign tyranny, of the Inquisition, of
secret tribunals, of tortures and executions.
It was originally the palace of the Podesta or
Governor, and came to be known by its pres
ent name when Duke Cosimo gave to the
"Barzillo," or "chief of police," the right to
reside there. In the court of the palace the
executions took place; in the tower w T erc the
dungeons, and in low, dark passages through
which the prisoners passed to their cells were
trap doors which opened under unsuspecting
feet, and left the reigning power secure in
the conviction that "dead men tell no tales."
The quantity of human bones taken out with
in a few years from a well underneath one of
these trap-doors tells now terrible tales of the
Florentine Republic and the men who made
and executed its laws. The bell in the tower
has hung there for 650 years. It was at first
always tolled when an execution took place,
and was also the evening signal for every
citizen to return to his home. Duke Cosmo
decreed that any one found in the street after
this bell bad ceased to souud should have his
right hand amputated. After this barbarous
law was annulled, the custom of striking the
bell every night at 11 was continued till 1848.
In 1865 the bargello became the National
Museum, and contains collections of arms,
sculptures, models for and copies of cele
brated works, exquisite ivory carvings, bronz
es and specimens of terra cotta and majolica
ware. Many of the objects are private prop
erty temporarily placed here.
The power of applying the attention, steady
and undissipated, to a single object, is the
sure mark of a superior genius.
What a Child haw*
From the Detroit Free Près». 4
Yesterday morning some people living on
Macomb street entered a house to find father
and mother beastly drunk on the floor; and
their child, a boy four years old, dead iu his
cradle. The parents looked like beasts—the
child wore the sweetest, tenderest smile on its
white face that any of them ever saw. It bad
been ailing for days, and its brief life had
been full of bitter woe, but yet the women
cried as they bent over the old cradle aud
kissed its cold cheeks aud felt of its icy hands.
Father and mother lay down at dark the
evening before, and people passing by heard
the child crying and wailing. It was too
weak to crawl out of the cradle, aud its voice
was not strong enough to break the chains of
drunken stupor. .V lien the sun went down
and the evening shadows danced across the
floor, and seemed to grasp at him, the boy
grew afraid and cried out. The shadows
came faster, and as they raced around the
room aud scowled darkly at the lone child,
lie nestled down and drew the ragged blanket
over his head to keep the revengeful shadows
from seizing him. lie must have thought his
parents dead, and how still the house seemed
to him.
"It's dark, mother-—it's dark!" the neigh
bors heard him wail ; but no one went in to
comfort him and to drive the shadows away.
The night grew older—the feet of pedestrians
ceased to echo, and the heavy breathing of
the drunkards made the child tremble and
draw the cover still closer. His little bare
feet were curled up, and he shut his eyes
tightly to keep from seeing the black dark
Bj- and by the ragged blanket was gently
pulled away, and the child opened his eyes
and saw a great light in the room.
"Is it morning?" he whispered, but the
drunkards on the floor slept on.
Sweet, tender music came to the child's
ears, and the light had driven every shadow
away. He was no longer afraid. The aches
and pains he had suffered for days past went
away all at once.
"Mother! Mother! hear the music ?" lie
cried, and from out of the soft, white light
came an angel.
"1 am thy mother!" she softly said.
He was not afraid. He had never seen her
before, but she looked so good and beautiful
that he held up his wasted hands and said :
"I will go with you."
The music grew yet softer, aud the melody
was so sad and tender, and yet so full of love
aud rejoicing, that the drunkards on the floor
moved a little aud muttered broken words.
Other angels came, and the light fell upon
the boy 's face in a blazing shower, turning
his curls to threads of gold. He held up Ills
arms and laughed for joy.
"Heaven wants you!" the angel whispered.
"Earth has no more sorrow—no further mis
ery. Come!"
And he floated away w ith them, 'leaving the
sleepers lying as if dead. The golden light
faded out, the music died away, acd the old
house w*as again filled with the grim, threat
ening shadows, which sat around the sleepers
and touched their bloated face9 with their
gaunt skeleton fingers, and laughed horribly
when the drunkards groaned in uneasy slum
When people came in the shadows w 7 ent
out. The sleepers still slept their sodden
sleep and no one minded them. Men and
women beut low 7 over the dead child, smooth
ed back his curls and whispered ;
"Poor, dead bov !"
They knew not that he had seen the angels,
and that they had borne him to heaven's
gate. _ _ __
What Lace Costs.— The orders for wed
ding luee received at Aleucon, France, some
times amounts to $30,000 at a time, and large
sums are also expended lor luce at Houitou,
England. The following particulars in re
gard to the lace trade are interesting. " For
Valenciennes, made at Ypres, $50 per metre
(about 11-11 yard) is paid, but the lace-maker,
working 12 hours a day, can only produce
one-third of an inch per week. Every piece
of Alencon passes through the hands of
twelve workmen. The best Brussels thread
is spun in cells underground, because the dry
air above would cause the thread to snap.
Upon the 4 worker, as she sits in the dark, is
directed one ray of light, but the thread is so
flue that her delicate tingerâ are better guides
than her eyes. Very many lose their sight,
and the high pay the lace-worker earns is
proportionate to the acknowledged unhealth
iness of the occupation. The hand spun
thread made at Brussels of flax of Brabant
costs, before it is yet made up intd lace,
$1,200 per pound, and the process of manu
facture more than doubles the value. Old
lace is more variable in price, and some of it
can be counterfeited by imitations. Of some
varieties, however, the secret is lost, as at
Point d'Argenten, which continued to be
made on the banks of the Orne till the French
revolution stopped the demand for a time,
and gave the peasants other means of earn
ing their bread.
Emblem» of Purity.
We have always noticed that wherever you
find flowers, no matter whether in a garden
or in a palace, it is a pretty sure sign that
there is an inner refinement of which the
world is not cognizant. We nave seen flow
ers cultivated and cherished by somfe of the
lowest and most degraded of our people;
even in the dens of vice you will sometimes
find them. Where these emblems of purity
are found, you may rest assured that they
represent a hope and sppak of a goodness of
heart uot to be found where they are absent.
The Peruvian Congress has authorized the
President to dispose of $200,000 tons of gua
no for consumption in tlie Unifpd States.—
Exchange. That's a new remedy for con
sumption. Can cod liver oil stand the com
petition ?—Boston Advertiser.
IIow Bob Whipple'« Clren« Was « low'd
by the Civil Right« Law.
From the New Orleans Republican.
'So you have broken up your circus ; how
did that happen ?"
"Well, sir, all of us boys had got leave to
have our circus in the yard. We had a door
keeper at the alley gate, and charged two
pins a ticket, but we didn't allow no dead
heads, only if a nurse brought a baby we
didn't charge for the baby. All of us was
blacked ; some sung and some played bones,
some were horses and I was clown."
"You must have made a nice clown."
"I did that; all the boys said I was bully.
Then we had a dog that could stand on his
hind feet aud march like a soldier, and he
jumped through the hoop, too. The house—
that is, the yard—was crowded, and we struck
tw 7 o papers of pins every time. We got Let
ter aud better, plenty of growed-up people
came, and we was making a first rate season,
you bet."
"Why did you quit? Did yon quarrel
among yourselves ? "
" Well, sir, I'll tell you. You knew Aunt
Margaret ? No, of course you don't. Well,
she's a big fat colored woman, with five or
six ragged and diriy little children. She lives
in a gallery room, and could look down if
she wanted to; but she was'nt satisfied with a
gallery seat, leastwise her children wasn't.
They came around and tried to get into the
circus with the w hite people, through the old
baggiug you know, we had on the side. Well,
the door-keeper asked them ten pins; but that
was only an **xcuse, you know', aud they
didn't have any ten pins, and so they had to
go away. But Aunt Margaret she heard all
liom the gallery, and she came down in the
greatest rage. She says, 'What you mean,
you white uash, by 'fusing to let my chillum
into you' 'show? I'm good as you, and
they is as good as you; and the law is made
for dem as well as for you ; an' you ain't so
pitched white yourselves, for you has gone
aud blackened your face to ekalize yourself
with a nigger.'
"We said we w'asn't going to let no colored
persons in without they paid up ten pins at
the door. Then Aunt Margaret came down
from the gallery and put her hands on her
hips, just so. 8he said, 'Look a here, white
boys, is you gw'inc to let my chillun in ? I'm
livin here, I pays my rent, and you is on my
primises, anil i*m titled to see alt dat c«moo
into dis yard. I'm on the free list, I am, an'
dese chillun is to. Now, I just want to know
if dey can come in ou de free lies or no. I
ask you once.' We got mad and said we
wouldn't allow uo niggers, without they went
up to the gallery. Then she says, T ask you
twice.' One of the riders cursed her, and
one ot the horses threw an oyster shell at her
head. She says, T usk you three times,' but
she didn't wait for an answer. She just run
at the bagging that was propped up. She
knocked over the box aud scattered.the pins.
She stuck her old wolly head through the
papered hoop that was just ready for the dog,
and in less than three minutes she had broke
up everything, and ruined our dressing room
and all our things. We pitched into her, of
course, and her little darkeys. The horses
and riders and the clown, and the dog barked
and ran around, and some of the people help-
ed us; but she made a bully fight, though we
tore off a heap of her cloths, and she fell
back fighting aud abusing us, and screaming
for the police and the soldiers, and her chil-
dren screamed too. We didn't mean to hart
them much, you know, but we were real mad,
I tell you that. So she got back in the gal-
lery, and the children got there too, and
when we saw her coining out into the alley,
and there was a sound like a thundergust.
We never went back to fix our tent."
---.mXI .4 ►» ^ ———
King Liutwig-s Latent Whim.
One of the royal freaks of Louis of Bavaria
is to be carried out in August, if Providence
and human skill are equal to the unprecedent-
ed task. The project is among the wildest of
his romantic ideas, namely, to commemorate
their famous Passion Play by the villagers of
Ober-Ammergau, by the erection of a colos-
sal marble group, 40 feet in height, upon the
summit of the Zugspitze, 10,000 feet above
the level of the sea, at a spot overlooking the
village and the place where the passion play
is performed. The statuary itself is nearly
finished. The sculptor Halbig has spent up-
on it two years of patient labor. The cruci-
fied Christ occupies the center of the group,
the Virgin Mary on the right, on the left St.
John, each resting on a socle fitly inscribed,
and all three upon a common pedestal, on
which are carved the arms of Bavaria. But
now it is that the difficulty begins. .These
marble forms cannot be transported in sec-
tions like bronzes, but they have to be pack-
ed in immense boxes, whose frame-work is
of beams, and enormous carriages have been
built especially to convey them. There lie
fifty miles of rude mountain roads between
Munich and Ober-Ammergau. aud part of the
journey is across the Kkister-Ettal, whose
pass is the dread of wagoners; while the road
to the summit of the Zugspitze, just finished,
it is feared may not attain the needed solidity.
Ail the bridges on the way were too narrow
or too weak, and had to be rebilt or strength-
ened, and when all else is realty what shall
move the statues? The artist declares it shall
be steam, aud has pitched upon a street loco-
motive that brought the rough marble from
the railroad station to his door in Munich.
These street engines are unknown in our
country of progress, though we have steam
plows, and New York has a self-moving
steam fire-engine; they do excellent draft
work on ordinary roads, but there has never
been trial of one on such extraordinary roads
as those the statues must pass, and the exper-
iment is looked for with much interest. It
must be tried soon, for the king's birthday,
which occurs in August, is fixed for the cere-
mony of presentation to the people of Ober-
Ammergau. Tis a costly whim of the ro-
mantic young King; but his people have a
sort of pride in the character of Louis' whims.
All Sorts.
There are 73,849 farms in Virginia, of
which 45,028 are under 100 acres.
Nearly every college in the Northern
States now admits colored students.
In New York city there are licensed 1.000
double trucks, 2,800 single ditto, and 2,000
Bishop Haven estimates the wealth of the
Methodist Episcopal denomination as at least
$ 1 , 000 , 000 , 000 .
It is estimated that there are over 800 tons
of okl rubber shoes manufactured into car
springo in Boston annually.
Sknaton Sharon, of Nevada, is the largest
real estate owner in San Francisco, his prop
erty being worth at least $7,000,000.
TnEitK have just been seventy-five new na
tional banks authorized since the last report
of the Comptroller, dated October 30, 1874.
Colonel Mosby, of guerrilla notoriety, g?A
knocked down for insulting a man on a tram
from Washington to Alexandria, the other
The will of the late Thomas II. Selby, of
San Francisco, has been filed, llis estate,
which is valued at $750.000, he leaves to liis
wife and children.
It is a little singular that Col. Wheeler, who
opened the mint in Charlotte, N. C., iu 1835,
(forty years ago,) should be there now, in
1875, to close it up.
A New York paper says that atrip to
Europe has become so cheap as to be plebeian;
and people of superior clay are beginning to
hesitate about the piopriety of going there.
It is estimated that about one hundred and
thirty millions of dollars worth of dutiable
goods are annually smuggled into the country
by American tourists returning from foreign
The city of New York has a civil service
of about 13,000 pe rsons, or one man drawing
pay to every three paying taxes. It takes
$13,00$,000 to run the city government an
"When a boy falls and peels his nose, the
first thing he does is to get up and yell. When
a girl tumbles and hurts herself badly, the
first thing she does is to gel up and look at
her dress.
The members of the Fifth Maryland lti'gi
mem are anoui equally 7 divided—Federal and
Confederate. Several of the privates were
field officers in one or other of the armies
during the late war.
Senator Jones, while in Chicago the other
day, bought for cash two whole blocks ( 144
lots in all) of unimproved residence property
within easy approach from the busiest and
most valuable part of the city.
To cure a felon take a tablespoonful ol fine
salt, a tablespoonful of black pepper, a table
spoonful of vinegar and the yolk of an egg,
simmer together and bind on. Renew twice
a day. A never failing remedy.
No man has reached so high a position on
the New York Tribune staff asTlios. Weeks,
who scaled its two hundred and fifty-seven
feet to ail just the vane. Vain men always
aspire to places they cannot keep.
Bishop Simpson, of Philadelphia, has been
detailed by the board of bishops of the Meth
odist Episcopal church to preside over tho
mission conference of Germany and Switzer
land, which meets at Ililbrou, on July 15th.
The assessment of personal property in San
Francisco foots rp a total of $148,637,785,
which is an increase over last year's assess
ment of $43,047,195. The value of the real
estate in the same city is estimated at $102,
Captain Brackett, of New York, has now
in charge a dress of lace supposed to have
been the property of the ex-Em press Eugenie.
It 19 valued at $6.000 and weighs but eight
ounces. It took seven women twenty years
to mah£ it.
Ex-Governor Carney, of Kansas, is engag
ed in the shoe trade in St. Louis. lie is a
whole-souled sort of man, and it is pleasant
to know that he has prospered so that if he
should peg out any moment, his heirs would
be well heeled.
The largest wine producer in Alameda
county, California, is J. C. Palmer, ol Mission
San Jose. His vineyard is one of the finest
—as regards quality—in the State. It is es
timated that it will yield sixty thousand gal
lons this year.
The Ban Francisco Ifews Letter referred
to an M. D. of that city as a quack. A libel
suit followed, and the doctor was not ( nly
beaten, but will probably go the State Prison
for perjury in attempting to swear himself
into respectability.
Governor Tilden ' a reform warfare does
not come quite up to its soundiug manifesto.
The Albany Journal says that nearly three
menthe have passed by since the canal mes
sage and nobody has been prosecuted aud not
an plficer has been touched.
" We read in de good book," says a colored
Baptist brother down South, "of John do
Baptist—nebber of John de Methodist." And
that, say9 a Charleston correspondent of the
New York Observer, is the reason most of
the colored Southern people are Baptists.
There is a family at work in the cotton
mill in Brunswick, Me., which consists of
father anil mother and twenty-feur children,
all the children large enough being at work.
The woman is the fourth wife. A brother of
the husband, living with his filth wife in
Montreal, has twenty-five children.
"Greenhorn Luck" is a legend in the
minc3. An incident illustrative of its mean
ing occurred in Nevada county, California,
recently. A young man from the East, in
poor health, thought he would exercise his
muscles by digging a little. They sent him
toDeadman's Flat, a« the nearest place where
a pick and pan could be used. He went there
and began to dig. He took out $80 that day,
and has done well since.

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