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esc m 'mam mm y m:ÆÈm n mm m i m I m i/Mm 7s m ss I y JSm m «iRlSS!^ t *3 5c Volume io. Helena, Montana, Thursday, April 20, 1876. No. 22 THE WEEKLY HERALD ri BI.ISHBD EVERY THURSDAY MORNING. FISK BROS., Publishers. TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION. TERMS Fv R THE DAIlY HERALD. { '.'v M;b»< riVi> <icji vt-rttl by carrier) per month, f3 00 UY MAIL. < r.e copv ni:e month.......................... 3 00 <*ne ropy three months ........................ 6 00 **t;.- copv MX niontt —.......................... 12 00 Otic copy one year............................. 22 00 TERMS FOR THE WEEKLY HERALD. vear ........................................|6 (*0 Nix month-...................................... 4 00 r i Iiree months................................... 2 50 III,I K AND GRAY. [The lollnwing beautiful Hues we find in an ex chatn'e. The author's name is not given. The senti ments expressed are noble and touches the heart in the right place.— Ei». Dekali». J '•Oh mother, what do they mean by blue? And wiiat do they mean by gray?'' Was heard from the lips of a little child As she tioundud in from play. 1 lie mother's eyes filled up with tears; She turned to her darling fair, And smoothed aw ay from the sunny brow Its treasures of golden hair. "Why mother's eyes are blue, my sweet, And grandpa's hair is gray, And the love we bear our darling child < irow- stronger every day."' "But what did they mean?" persisted the child; "Fer I saw two cripples to day, And one <»; them said he fought for the bine; The other, he fought for the gray. "Now, he of ti»« blue iiad lost a leg, Tim other had but one arm, Ai ai both seemed worn and weary and sad, Yet their greeting was kind and warm. They told of battles in days gone by, Till it made my young blood thrill; The leg was lost in the Wilderness fight, And the arm on Malvern Hill. "They sat on the stone by the farmyard gate And talked lor an hour or more, Till their eyes grew bright and their hearts seemed warm With fighting their battles o'er. And. parting at last with a friendly grasp, In a kindly, brotherly way, Each called on God to speed the time Uniting the blue and the gray.'' Then the mother thought of other days— Two stalwart boys irom her riven; How they knelt at her side, and, lisping, prayed "Our Father which art in heaven;"' How one" wore the gray and the other the blue, How they passed away from sight, And had gone to the laud where gray and blue Are merged in colors of light. Ami she answered her darling with golden hair, While her heart was sadly wrung With tin* thoughts awakened in that sad hour By her innocent, prattling tongue: "The blue and the gray are the colors of God; l hey are seen in the sky at even, And many a noble, gallant soul Ha- found them passports to heaven.'' LOST. < bice on a t ine she came to me, A- -nine -mall -tar from Heaven might (lee— To be a mortal's sole delight, A love by day, a dream by nicht, 'I he sweetest thing on land or sea, My little darling crept Jo me. A trembling, tender, fairy thing, no grave to smile, too -ad toe» sing. Aware of earth with grieved surprise. An alien from her native skies, A baby angel, strange to see. My little darling caire to me. But love and loving taught her smiles, Ami life and living baby wiles— The way to cling, to coax, to kiss. To till my soul with deepest bliss; My heart of hearts, my • ite, was she, This little love who came to me. What words she stammered soft and low, No other ear but mine could know; More gentle than a cooing dove, More fond than any voice of love, So shy. so sweet, so tenderly, My little 'urling spoke to me. I know not how to tell the grace That dwelt upon her wistful face— The tinted skin, the lips, pure bloom, The clearest eyes that new not gloom, The hair as soft as moth wings be, My little darling showed to me. Alas! 1 know that all is gone, That here I sit ami grieve alone. That every fair and gracious thing I loved and lost is but a sting; Another thorn thy memory. My little darling, brings to me. But kindly night doth pity pain ; In all my dreams she comes again ; Her precious head is on my breast ; My happy arms caress her rest ; I hear her words of tender glee ; My little darling kisses me. Ah ! sweet is night—too sweet, too brief M hen day recalls our bitterest grief, The hungry heart, the longing dire That burns the soul with vain desire*, The ancient cry of wild distress, 1 lie Rachael-mourning, comfortless. < » ( >(>d ! once more that face to see ! My little darling, come to me! [—Rose Terry Cooke, in Harper's Monthly, New \»»rk Commercial Adcertixer : Brown c ame home lute* the other night, says Hoho kus, and Mrs. Brown, looking out of the bed room window, observed. "So you've been tipping the glass again, have you? ' "Glass," said Brown "(hie), ts a funny word; takeoff the 'G' and it's you. my dear." "Yes," an swered Mrs. B., "and then take off the T and it's you, you wretch," and she slammed the window down with a bounce. NIGHT AND MORNING, It was a wild, windy night, and the light snow tilled the air with fine cutting par ticles—a night when a good fire and the so ciety of friends became vitally essential to a man's comfort and happiness. Margaret Edgarton rose from her seat by the scanty fire, and opening the door looked out upon the night. She stood a moment, then, with a shudder, closed the door and re turned to her husband's side. "Heaven pity those who are exposed to the storm this night," she said fervently. "Amen!" responded her husband, in a deep solemn voice. "Though we are very poor, Margaret, there are many even poorer than ourselves." The man raised his dark se rious eyes devotedly upward, and the fair youthful head of his pale wife leaned down to his shoulders. "Yes, William, I tremble to think of the future. The rent due, our stay here ouly as an act of mercy on our landlord's part—oh, Willie. " The feeble voice broke down in tears. "Take no thought of the morrow', w hat ye shall eat or what ye shall drink, Margaret. If it hadn't been for misfortune," and he glanced at the mutilated and bandaged arm which hung powerless at his side, "we might have been enjoying the fruits and comforts of my labor; but it is all for the best I sup pose." A knock was heard at the door just closed but a moment betöre by Margaret Edgarton. "Who can it be on such a night?" and Mrs. Edgarton started up hastily to admit the visitor. He was an old weather-beaten man of some three score of years, shabbily dressed, and carrying in his hand a lean, meagre bun dle. In reply to her kind invitation, he followed Mrs. Edgarton into the house, and took a seat by the smouldering fire. After a few common-place remarks the stranger said: "It's a rough night, friends, and the travel ing is none the best—can you let me stay all night here? A man has just told me that it was good four miles to a village." Mr. Edgarton looked at his w ife, and in her sympathizing face read her consent. "Yes, my good man," he replied, immedi ately, "you can stay if you will, but I'm afraid you will find accomodations none of the best. We are very poor and destitute, but such as we have we offer you freely." "Could you give me something to eat? I have traveled far to-day, and have not tasted food since yesternight ! Food cannot he got now-a-days without money." The eyes of Mrs. Edgarton filled with tears as she thought of the quartern loaf of bread —their earthly all—which she had reserved for breakfast. "Heaven will take care of us." she said, thoughtfully, and rising she placed the scanty store on the table. The stranger ate the bread without com ment, and when he had finished he seemed wonderfully invigorated, and conversed quite intelligently with Mr. Edgarton. "You have a bad arm there, sir; may I ask how it happened?" "Certainly; an unlucky fall from a high building has crippled me for life." "You were at work on a building? A me chanic, eh?" "A bricklayer. The staging on the new warehouse where I was at w ork gave way and I was precipitated some twenty feet." "The warehouse of Mr. Morgan?" "The same, sir. It was a bad accident for me, but I have tried hard to be reconciled." "Well, this is a hard life for ns all. But if I'm to stay with you tonight, I may as well retire. It's getting towards eleven. The poor but clean bed appropriated to the stranger guest was made more comfortable by additional clothing taken from the couch of the poor couple; and the man in apparent thankfulness, bid them good night and re tired. They, too, leaning on the Everlasting Arm, took no thought of the morrow, though it was to see them homeless and without food. Verily the faith that can sustain the soul in the most trying moments is no delusion. Morning came, and to the great surprise of Mr. and Mrs. Edgarton their guest was miss ing. Gone, and when or how they could not imagine, but gone he certainly was. They wondered over the circumstances, but in the trouble and anxiety of their utter destitution, the strange man was dismissed from their thoughts, to make room for their own imme diate affairs. Ten o'clock was the time given them by the landlord for the removal, and with heavy hearts they prepared to go forth. Through the kindness of a neighbor they had been allowed the U9e of a building for the storage of their little furniture, and a room in the house until Mr. Edgarton s health should be sufficiently re-established to admit of his per forming some light labor. Nine o'clock pealed from the bell in the neighboring town church. But one short hour of home light remained for them. Fifteen minutes later there came a knock at the door of Mr. Edgarton's bouse. Mrs. Edgarton sprang to open it, and a well dressed man put a large package in her hand and turned hastily away. The package was addressed in a bold, mas culine hand: "Mr. William Edgarton." William tore it open, and dropped out two papers, one being an official, the other a private seal. He examined the former, and found it to be a deed conveying to him and his heirs a certain piece of land, with a large and handsome house thereon, and the ap purtenances. Transfixed with surprise, he broke the seal of the letter, and a hundred pound note met his eyes, accompanied by these brief words: "Last night you 'freely gave all to a poor and destitute wayfarer, who now begs you to accept the accompanying deed and money for your noble kindness. A conveyance will come immediately to take you to your new residence. When you are fairly established there, your friend, the writer of this, will do himself the honor of calling on you. Respectfully yours, Howard Morgan. William Edgarton looked at his wife as he finished reading, and both burst into tears. Well did they know the name of Howard Morgan; the upright and high minded old bachelor. It was in his employ that Wil liam Edgarton had received the serious in jury that had disabled his left arm for life, yet strange to say he had never seen the rich man, his business being done principally by an agent. He had no boubt but bis visitor was none other than Mr. Morgan. True to the promise contained in the letter, conveyance came for the Edgartons, and without hesitation they entered aud were driven to their handsome and pleasantly situ ated house. They found it prepared for im mediate occupation—even to the plentiful fires and smoking breakfast on the table. He received all the grateful thanks the be wildered Edgartons tried to make him, and taking a seat on the sofa, he drew them down on each side of him. He was well dressed now, and Mrs. Edgar tou wondered that she had not noticed the extreme kindness of his countenance on the preceding evening. "My good friends," he said, taking a hand of each, "I'll begin to explain a little mys tery. I had heard of the misfortune of one of the workmen, through my agent, aud that his family were in destitute circumstances Before I could trust myself to do anything for you I wished to ascertain the true state of affairs, and last night's experience satisfied me. W hen I find charity and true goodness anywhere I am detrmined that it shall be re warded, even in this life. And now Mr. Edgarton, I am in want of a deputy manager, and I promise the situation to you, when you shall be able to endure the fatigue. The sal ary is two hundred pounds a year, and per haps your pretty wife can 'manage affairs comfortably on that—eb, Mrs. Edgarton?" and the old man cast a good-humored glance into her tear-wet face. That was a happy day for Mr. aud Mrs. Edgarton. It was also a happy day far the charitable Mr. 3Iorgan, and no doubt the angel who records the good deeds of men wrote many a shining line against his name that day. William Edgarton assumed the post offered him in his establishment, and faithfully were his duties discharged, and more than satisfied his employer. Mrs. Edgarton grew to be the merriest, blithest little woman to be found anywhere. Mr. Morgan spends many a delightful evening at their house, holding their bright eyed little Howard on his knee, and telling him pleasant stories of the great and good. CiEUKGE lUAXl IS TRAIN'S ASSETS. Rise and Fall ol a Charlatan. [From the New York Tribune, March 24th.] George Francis Train was examined yes terday in the Marine Court before Judge Mc Adam, under what were called supplementary proceedings, as to the property his creditors could reach. In his examination he said : "I reside at No. 61 Lexington avenue ; I have a wife and three children ; I am in no business at present ; I have realized large profits on my lectures throughout the country as Presidential candidate, and expended in charities and promoting my welfare as a can didate large amounts ; I have not lectured for the last five years ; I have no personal prop erty except my clothes and watch, which are worth $1U0; I have no jewelry; I pay ten dollars per week for m 3 ' board ; have uo in come; my wife has an income in her own right ; fifteen years ago I settled on m 3 ' wife $ 100 , 000 , being commissions made by me for negotiating the original bonds and purchasing the iron for the Atlantic and Great Western Railroad Company ; my w ife now pays my board. I have assets ; they consist of claims against corporations." His assets, he stated, consist of royalty on 2,000 miles of railway at $2,500 per mile, built in. Birkenhead, Darlington, and else where, England, etc., in 1850, $5,000,000; a claim against the British Government, $1, 000,000 ; a claim against John McHenry for negotiating the bonds of the Atlantic and Great Western Railroad, and other claims, amounting to about $20,000,000. His real estate he sets down in Omaha, Chicago, Council Bluffs, and Columbus, at about $13, 000,000 ; but he has no faith in real estate. Moody, Sanhey and tbe Catholic*. [New York Correspondence Chicago Tribune. ] It is printed as a significant fact, that in response to a request from Messrs. Moody and Sankey on St. Patrick's Day, the bands of music in the procession w ere bidden to cease playing in the neighborhood of the Hippodrome while religious services were in progress therein. This was clever and cour teous, and is mentioned as especially signifi cant, because Mr. Moody in his sermons never says anything offensive to the Roman Cath olics, and on several occasions has rebuked speakers who have spoken slightingly of Catholicism. He says, very justly, that he hopes to turn impenitent Catholics to repent ance, andthat if he allowss sectarian prejudi ces to drive away many who have been brought up in Catholic families he can never hope for God's blessing on his labors. There is a story current that early on Hs return from Philadelphia he waited upon two Catholic priests and asked them to attend one of his meetings. He said : "Now, you come and take notes; if you think it is Moody and Santey's work, say so; but if you think the Lord is in it, then come in and help us. If you cannot come in yourself, let your people come in, and we won't do them any harm." The priests accepted the invitation, and now Brother Moody has in his possession a letter from one of them thanking him for his courtesy to Catholics and wishing him to pray for his soul. JIM BLAIKE. A Democrat's Opinion of a Republican I'reKidf mial Candidate. Judging by the number of people who ask "How does Blain look?" the gentleman from Maine must be considered one of the most important men in Washington. He is not by any means common place in appearence, and yet it is not easy to give one who has never seen him a fair idea of him. He is in the prime of life and the full flush of health. He is undoubtedly above the middle bight, and yet he is so compactly and strong)}' built that he does not seem tall. The peculiarity of his shape is that his body is not flat but rounded, and while it presents a good breadth across the shoulders, it is almost as deep through from chest to back. Upon this pow erful trunk is set a large, w r ell developed head with a full, handsome and expressive face on which is eligible the confidence which comes from conscious ability and continued success. The crown of the head is just touched with baldness, but there is abun" dance of liair to serve to set off the counte nance. The eyes are keen aud bold, and when the brows lower and the lines of the face wrinkle around them, the expression is that of an animal on the watch. The lower part of the face is covered with a full, neatly trimmed gray beard, in which the trace of its original dark color may still be detected. Mr. Blaine's favorite attitude in repose is not a very peculiar one, and yet he contrives to throw much that is characterstic into it. He has a habit of sitting with his feet well under him, his body thrown forward, bis elbow's on his desk, his short neck sunk down into his shoulders, and his face gath ered into a watchful cuuning look. There is something about him at such times suggesting a bronze lion on a pediment. He appears to be gathering himself for a spring, aud }'Ou instinctive!}' feel that his propensity will be to retreat discouraged if he misses his first jump. When he rises to speak you will be at once impressed with his wonderful vigor, vitality, nerve power. He is quick, agile anti strong in his movements, stepping back ward and forward in the aisle as argument leads him in aggressive movements toward his opponents or persuasive efforts with his friends. He treads lightly but firmly; his gestures, if studied, became second nature to him long ago, and are now made with uncon cious grace aud strength, and he emphasizes a point with either hand in a masterl}' way that would indicate some practice with the boxing gloves. IIIS STYLE OF SPEAKING Is clear, rapid, vigorous. The magnetism of his audience and the spirit of the occasion thrill and enkindle him and he dashe 9 impet uously on in bis argument. Not a little of his influence is due to his rich, manly voice, w hich he pours out until it fills the Hall of Representatives without uttering a false tone or giving an inflection that would be out of place in conversation with a friend. He can, in one word, make a speech without over straining himself or falling into mannerisms. This is not the best praise, but it is the high est that can be granted him; for Mr. Blaine, though read}' and subtle, is not learned or profound. He springs into a debate like a gladiator into the arena and struggles for victory. IN WASHINGTON SOCIETY Mr. Blaine is a great favorite, and when it is announced that be is to speak, the galleries are sure to be crowded with elegantly dressed ladies who doubtless find strange pleasure in contrasting his suave courtesy in the parlor with his aggressive bitterness on the floor of the House. <■<*11 Butler"* 2 >aii£htcr. Gen. Butler's daughter, now the wife of the unfortunate Ames, was a lovely girl in every sense of the word, blessed with an ami able disposition, engaging manners, and a sweet, shrinking delicacy of manner charming to behold, while her face was radient with purity and replete with an expressible beauty, Her hair, which was very luxuriant, was a deep, rich auburn, and her skin of the fine, soft whiteness which usually accompanies hair so warmly tinged. Every one wondered from whence gentle Blanche Butler derived her beauties of person and character, for her mother is by no means handsome, and al though a very worthy woman, was leading the life of an actress when Gen. Butler mar ried her. The daughter evidently inherits her charms from some distant ancestor, who perhaps in his or her day were numbered among ]he inhabitants of sylvan shades. Bristow is relieved, if any relief seemed necessaiy, of any damaging chances regard ing that Louisville hog story. Reeves, the drunken loafer who made the statement that Bristow, while District Attorney, had dis missed a case against him upon his giving him the proceeds of a drove of hogs, has con fessed that when he made the statement he was drunk; that he never gave Bristow any hogs; that he was never involved in any trouble requiring his assistance whereby a donation of hogs would have been possible, and that tbe whole statement -was, in point of fact, a simple hog story. On the whole, the man Reeves, iu inventing and retailing so im probable a yarn, shows that in his nature he is a eood deal more of a hog than a man. Uncle Dan'l Drew was obliged one day, in consequence of sickness, to give his clerk the combination of his safe lock. The word was "Door." The clerk tried it in vain, and re turned to Mr. Drew's house for better in structions. Remembering that Mr. Drew was eccentric in some things, he asked: " How do you spell it, sir?" "Such ignorance! D-o-a-r-e, of course." The 9 afe was opened. IMeasa n tries. When detectives get the right pig by the ear there are plenty of " squeals." Beer, sparingly used, acts as a tonic, says an exchange. We have always regarded it as Teutonic. Always be as witty as you can w ith your parting how; your last speech is the one remembered. Where are the men of '76?" shouted a stump orator. "Dead!" responded a sad looking auditor. Phil. Sheridan says that his wife will make a papoose of that baby, giving lier so much Siouxthing syrup. If you would pass for more than your value, say little. It is easier to look w ise than to talk wise. 1 he man who hoped to make gunpowder finer by grinding it in a coffee-mill has nearly completed his new kitchen. If you would be know n aud not know, vegetate in a village; if you would know and not be known, live iu a city. A physician boasted at dinner that he cured his own hams, when one of his guests re marked: "Doctor, I'd sooner be your ham than your patient." "Well, sir, what does h-a-i-r spell?" Boy—"I don't know." What have you got on your head?" "Boy (scratching)—I guess it's a muskeeter bite." A prisoner in the New' London lock-up, when asked if he wanted counsel, replied, " Yes; I want Moody and Sankey." The officer said he didn't know any such lawyers in town. A little boy told his father he was a fool. On beiiig reprimanded by his mother, and required to say lie was sorry, he ran to the insulted parent and exclaimed: " Papa, me sorry you's a fool!" An exchange says: "In our obituary notice of the late Mr.-, in yesterday's issue, for the phrase 'he was a noble and pig-headed man,' read, 'he was a noble and big-hearted man." The following advertisement lately appeared in an English newspaper: "A pianoforte to be sold, genuine Broadwood, by a lady about to leave England in a rosewood case on mahogany casters." " Acres covered with quivering flesh." In reading aloud this phenomenon in nature, a little girl in New York exclaimed, with un feigned consternation; " Do you think there has been war in heaven, mamma?" A rapid and emphatic recital of the follow ing is said to be an infallible cure for lisp ing. Hobbs meets Snobbs and Nobbs; Hobbs nobs with Snobbs and robs Nobbs' fobs. "This is," says Nobbs, "the worse for Hobbs jobs," aud Snobbs snobs. At tbe Sorosis dinner in New York, a ladv toasted: "The gentlemen—while we bask in the sunshine of their goodness, may their shadow's never grow' less; ,but if they try to throw us into the shade, may we, by our brilliancy, light the dark places." A candy store window' displays, iu wors ted letters, the inspiring text, "The Lord will provide." A boy who passes daily says it ain't so, and "you can't git no candy in there on the credit of Providence. Nickels is the only stuff wot gits them gumdrops." A professor asked his class, "What is the aurora?" A student, scratching his head, re plied. "Well, Professor, I did know, but I have forgotten." "Well, that is sad—very sad," rejoined the Professor. "The only man in the world that ever knew' has forgot ten it." A North Carolina negro thought he could outrun a locomotive the other day on the Air Line road, and when he picked himself up, after being thrown twenty feet and landing on his head, he said: " Yer don't ketch dis yere chile doin' flat afin. It's a right smart wonder I didn't tear dese britches clean off." A WTiter in an agricultural paper claims hat there is death in the dishcloth. Perhaps they dont know how to cook 'em at his house. We never ate a dishcloth; but we should think if they w T ere soaked twenty-four hours before boiling, and carefully scraped and drawn with butter before placing on tbe table, they would be every bit as healths and palatable as tripe. A book agent w'ho ha 9 retired from active labor upon the hard-earned accumulations of a life of industrious cheek, says that the great secret of his success was, when he went to a house where the female head of the family presented herself he always opened bv saying: " I beg your pardon, Miss, but it was your mother I wanted to see." That alw'ays used to get 'em. They not only subscribed for my books themselves, but told me where I could find more customers. "You see," said the despondent man who was sitting on a barrel, addressing the grocer who was spearing the top of a biscuit-case with a cheese-knife, "some people has good luck and some people has bad luck. Now I remember once I was walking along the street with Tom Jellicks, and he went down one side of it, and I went down the other. We hadn't gone more'n half-way down when he found a pocket book w ith £50 in notes in it, and I stepped on a woman's dres 9 , and so got acquainted with my present wife. It u'a 8 always so," added he with a sigh; "that Tom Jellicks w T as the luckiest man in the world, and I never had no luck." A sweet young creature who lives out on Angular street, and is just back from Vassar, appealed with tender pathos to her grim parent the other day "Paw 7 , deahpaw, chan t you give me Cahlo away, ahd buy me a seal bwown black-and-tan to match my walking suit?" And because paw roared and guffawed and said there were no brown black-and-tans the market, she ewied, poor girl.— Bur lington Hawkeye.