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Volume io.
Helena, Montana, Thursday, June 15, 1876.
No. 30
THE WEEKLY HERALD
PUBLISHED EVKRY THURSDAY MORNING.
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I.E.VrCK.
Could I fix my thought upon paper,
'Twond he the prettiest thought in tlie world
As you'd say; but I can't, it is subtiler
Than the electric flow on the wire,
i can't measure it; fine as gossamer.
To touch, is I tear, to destroy.
Can you tell me the reason, dearest,
That words give delight some alloy?
Why when the meaning is fullest.
Language is that of the eye ?
Why the wittiest speech is the dullest.
And silence the converse of dry.
When the flood-gates of feeling are open,
And the acme of pleasure and pain
Sweeps in an exquisite current
Back from the heart to the brain!
Why lips never moved to such music.
Why ear never heard such a strain,
Aud the heart that it touches can never
Be cruel or cold again ?
Oh, tell ine the wonderful secret,
Unravel this tangled skein,
lsit me not plaed for the answer—
If ever you knew it—in vain
II ki.kna, .1 une 1, IsTC.
I. R» V,
(121 K( (l ÏÎB.I.I.S.
lit HOWARD S. GOULD.
(Supplementary to Poe's "Bells." An attempt to
complete the po m which Poe left incomplete.]
Hear the holy Sabbath bells—
Christian bells!
What a world of consolation in their utterances dwells!
They commemorate the Duv
When "the stone was rolled away
The
From the Sepulchre." where lay
L*rd of dory— slain for sm not IP's own!
There He hurst the bonds of Death
With Omnipotence's breath,
And majestically rose,
Triumphant o'er His foes,
To the right hand of God—Three in Gne—
Win 're He maketh intercession
For our manifold transgression,
Evermore !
Now the bells are iouuly calling, bidding every one
repair
To the sanctuary, where
We may offes praise and prayer;
Their reverberating echoes, through the circumambient
air
Arc rolling, rolling, rolling.
They are calling, calling, calling,
In tones that are consoling,
And in tone# that are appalling—
To believers, consolation:
To the »corners, condemnation,
Evermore !
Still the hells are tolling, tolling.
And their echoing notes are rolling
Over vale and plain and mountain,
Caking all men to the Fountain
Whence life and joy and peace are flowing evermore,
Evermore !
Now their tones grow louder, deeper,
They might wake the dullest sleeper
On this peaceful Sabbath morning
With their word ot solemn warning—
"Time! Time! time!
Time! time! time!"
ponderous tongues reiterate, monotonously
"Time!
Time! time! time!
Time! time! time!"
Tili the ending of the hour ends the chime.
Thus each swinging Titan knells,
As his music peals and swuis
From the tower wherin he dwells,
ilis final monosyllable of "Time,"
\\ hose cadences fantastically rhyme
To the rolling and the tolling of the bells!
Th
The Two WebHfers,
[Editor's Drawer, in Harper's Magazine for June.]
When Mr. Webster visited England, after
he hud attained fame enough to precede him,
an English gentleman took him one day to
see Lord Brougham. The eminent Briton
received our Daniel with such coolness that
he was glad to get away and back to his
rooms. The friend who had taken him at
once returned to Lord Brougham in haste
and anger.
" My lord, how could you behave with such
unseemly rudeness and discourtesy to so great
a lawyer atul statesman? It was insulting
to him and tilled me with mortification."
" Why, what on earth have I done, and
who on earth have I been rude to?"
"To Daniel Webster, of the senate of the
United States."
"Great Jupiter, what a blunder! I thought
it was that fellow Webster who ii.tde a dic
tionary and nearly ruined the English lan
guage."
Then the great chancellor quickly hunted
up the American senator, and having other
'astea in common besides law and politics,
they made a royal night of it.
We see no reason why editors shouldn't
be allowed to go to church on Sundays, just
the same as any other poor people ; but when
one wakes up suddenly during the sermon
and yells out to the devil to come and take
copy, you can't blame the congregation for
having a sly snicker at his expense.
LOSING THEM BOTH.
The dearest little rosebud of a girl; with
cheeks where a pink flush came and went,
aud biueeyes, wilh long, golden brown lashes,
hair that waived without the aid of pins or
irons. 1 always thought her name was the
most suitable that could be chosen for
her though the only wonder was that the old far
mer Budd did not name his only daughter De
borah, or Rebecca, or Sarah Jane.
llosanna had fortunately been her father's
grandmother's name, however, and so came
a Rose Budd into the world ; for Mrs. Budd
had made the Anna a middle name instead of
part of the first, aud dropped it.
When 1 began to like Kose Budd so much
that I thought seriously of proposing to her.
ilil'um Roper liked her too. He was live
years older thaft I ; a plain man of twenty
nine, with faint sears on his face and a bald
spot on the middle ot his head. A poor man
studying medicine late ia life, because he had
not been able to study in his youth, only hop
ing for ids diploma in a y eat , with the prac
tice all in the future; aud i, at twenty-four,
had the Mosswood estate for my own, and
moue}' enough to live on comfortably. There
could be no comparison between us, I fondly
hoped, that would not be favorable to me,
and 1 coolly, though politely, took my place
before nim, and cut him out on all occasions
with Rosebud. I, young rich and handsome,
and, as I supposed, elegantly dressed ; be,
plain, poor aud shabby, looking ten years old
er than he really was. What chance had he
against me ?
And so he slipped quietly into the back
ground and I made love to Rosebud, and one
day kissed her on the cheek, and told her
that life would not be worth having to me if
I could not win her; and she said nothing,
but out-blushed all the roses, and let me kiss
her again. After that we walked boldly' arm
-iu-arin through the village, aud friends teas
ed me, and the other beaux dropped away,
and one day I gave her a ring to wear c her
left baud forefinger.
Two weeks from that day I went to Lon
don on business. I intended to stay a week,
but I was so successful that I remained
longer ; finally 1 went into business in the
city, and began to know people. 1 visited
at the bouses of wealthy merchants, and met
their wives aud daughters, and by degrees
began to understand that, though my Rose
bud was very fair aud sweet, she was not a
hot-house flower. In other words, her dress
was not like the dress of a fashionable belle
her manners were homespun, iter education
poor. She was very good—excessively good,
but not an elegant lady. Then, too, she sent
me notes in big buff envelopes, and used lit
tie " i ' for the personal pronoun, which
should have been honored with the capital
"I."
And Farmer Budd with his uncouth coats
and wonderful hats and long straggling beard
and hair, was not the sort of a father-in-law
I should admire; and there was Miss Hann
over. Perhaps that fact was the most power
ful one of all the workings of my disenchant
ment; for Miss Hannover was beautiful, all
millinery and upholstery ; and Papa Hann
over, was called Prince Hannover by his
friends, and had his dinner table set for forty
ever day ; and wore a fortune in diamonds on
his bosom, and made friends wherever he
went, by his lavish gifts, and was the greatest
stock gambler in London.
Papa Hannover had smiled on me, and
counciled me how to invest, aud had dined
me with his daily forty friends, and had said,
"Violette," love, this is Mr. Markham, one
of those country gentlemen of whom we are
trying to make city men."
And Violette had smiled radiantly upon
me.
Since then how many tete-a-tetes had 1 not
had with her—how many rides ! I was learn
ing to dance with her, and I had forgotten to
write to Rosebud for two weeks, when came
an anxious little note on blue paper, begin
ning thus:
"Deajî Henry : i take my pen in hand
much troubled in my mind regarding you i
know you would write if you were not sick
—O, Henry, if you are sick do tallygraff and
let father come up and see you. Henry _
will not write any more until i hear from
you—i am too troubled in my mind. We are
all well and in the hopes that you will enjoy
the same blessing i remain Yours truly.
Rose Budd."
" P. S.—Do not let pa come if you are
sick, i am so troubled in my mind.''
I hastened to reply, the awful dread of Mr.
Budd's fatherly care hanging over me. so to
speak, by a single hair. I wrote to Rose, but
how? 1 shall not copy that cowardly letter
here. When it was in the box, I did try to
fish it out again, but it was too late. It had
gone, and its termination, "Thanks, Miss
Budd, for your friendly anxiety concerning
my health; I am sure that Mr. Budd does not
share it," was perhaps the worst of all the
lines by which I told her, not in frank, hon
est words, but in a manner that no woman
could fail to understand, that I did not choose
to remember that we were betrothed.
After that no more letters came in yellow
envelopes to trouble me, and I paid at
tention to Miss Hannover, and invested m 3 '
money according to Hannover's advice. And
days and weeks and months rolled bv, and if
thought of my little Rosebud, failing be
cause the sunlight of my love was withdrawn
from it, crossed my mind, I drove it away
with a sigh. I could not help it, I said ; it
was fate. Fate meant me for Miss Hannover,
for Violette, and we had met, that was all.
No, not quite all ; one day—I remember it
was the day after a splendid ball, and I called
on Violette, W'hose escort I had been the
night before—one day I made this latter
statement to Violette Hannover, and she hav
ing heard it bestowed on me her most aristo
cratic stare, and asked me if I did not know
that she had been engaged to Mr. Twenty
plum for six long months.
"And be married next week. Mr. Mark
to
ham." added she. "So 3 'ou see you must be
mistaken about fate."
"And you have onl 3 ' been flirting with
me?" 1 said bitterly. " Do you know' that
you gave me reasons to hope everything
from you ?"
" 1 know it is time for me to dress for a
drive," said she. "So you must sa 3 r good
afternoon ;and dont look so ridiculously tra
gic, Mr. Markham. I hate scenes."
And I felt that I deserved it all, as I went
for the last time down the steps of the Hann
over mansion.
In a fortnight Violette was Mrs. Twenty
plum. In a month Mr. Hannover was a bank
rupt—one of those who take a foreign trip
with plenty of money in their pockets, while
others lie crushed beneath the fragments of
their broken branches al home.
My money went with his. 1 had come to
London with a moderate competence. I had
increased it by speculation untii I was abso
lutely wealth}'. Now I found myself almost
poor.
There remained to me only the Mosswood
proper!}', which must be turned into a farm,
and I myself must leave my hope of being
one of tiie city millionaires behind me, and
become a plain farmer—a man of the same
social status as Rosebud's father, without bis
comfortable knowledge of money in the bank
to comfort me.
However, with the bursting of the bubble
fortune, the circle which had gathered about
Hannover had been seemingly scattered to the
winds, and people knew that Miss Violette
had jilted me, and also that my money was
gone. The city had lost man}' of its charms,
and I wrote to the woman who had kept the
house at Mosswood for my father until his
death, to make it ready for my return. Then
selling the funiture of my bachelor rooms,
and packing my smaller belongings in a few
trunks, I started homeward.
1 must go back to Mosswood and become
a farmer. I should find Rosebud fading
gradually away, of course, and }'et I knew
she would be prettier than ever. How she
had loved me—how ungrateful I had been
for that love. Now 1 would make
amends. I would write as many repentant
letters as was necessary, and she would, of
course, forgive me. No woman ever forgets
or ceases to love any man she has ever loved,
you know. Yes, after a little maidenly re
sistance, Rosebud would bloom for me again.
1 was as sure of this as the train bore me on
ward, as I was that the moon would rise that
night.
There is no adage more true than the one
that declaies that the misfortunes never come
alone, but in troops. Often, of course, one
brings the other. In my case, the anxieties
that bad trooped so thickly about me made
me nervous, and so led to a severe accident
Having alighted at a certain station, I de
layed my return to the carriage until the}' had
started, I remember running after them, and
then—what do I remember then ? Darkness,
dreams, pain, an awakening in a little room
with white curtains aud a toilet table, and
vision charmingly dressed. The same one
saying slowly.
" Yes, yes, yes ; I think he'll do,
And understanding this was my old friend
Hiram Roper, I asked :
" How did 1 come here ?" trying to sit up,
and failing in the attempt
at
Well" said Hiram, "wife and I were
the station, and I saw you were a good deal
hurt, and we brought you on. You know
this is my house."
" Yours ?" said I. " And you are married
and in practice, I suppose ?"
"Yes," said Roper. "O, yes; getting on
famously. And you've had a time, but you'll
be on the right soon. Come and tell him he
will, Rosebud."
And there—yes, there was Rose. After
had ruminated on the fact a few' minutes, I
felt that truth was stranger than fiction.
"Are you better, Mr. Markham?" said
Rosebud, bending towards me.
Here was a poetical story # worked out in
our proper persons. A wounded and repent
ant hero, I had been sent back to Rosebud to
be nursed and forgiven. Had she not for
given me, she never would have flown to my
aid. All that I could do just then, was to
squeeze her hand.
She took it away rather quickly ; but that
was very natural. I had not seen her for
three years. She did not know of my con
trition. But she had not pined or faded ; she
was on the contrary, stouter and rosier than
ever.
Just then, Dr. Roper being present, I said
nothing, but afterwards, as the evening
shadows fell, she brought me tea and toast ;
and then I took her hand and said :
"Dear Rosebud, how' good of you."
Aud she answered :
"O, dear, no—don't mention it."
"You are an angel of forgiveness." I said.
"A—I,—I have always loved you Rosebud.
'Tis true, a siren laid her spells upon me, but
the hallucination is over"
"I shall think you are wandering again, '
said she, "if you don't stop talking so. Do
take your toast."
"No," said I, "no, not a mouthful, Rose
bud, until you will assure that you will forget
the past, and once more give me the love—"
"Mr. Markham!'' cried she.
"Callme Henry," said I. "Rose if you
had hated me, would yon be here so kindly
ministering to my wants ?"
Here ?" said she. " Where should I be
but in my own house ? I'm sure I've nothing
to forgive you, either. Since you allude to
our flirtation of three years ago, and since
you will talk of it, I will tell you, once for
all that I don't think that we ever should have
been happy together. And 1 always liked
Hiram the best, only he was so shy. And
my goodness, we were married as soon as he
got his diploma."
" Married !" cried I.
" Why, yes," said Rosebud. "How else
should I be here? You know this is Dr.
Roper's house ? Didn't you know 1 was his
wife before? Dear old fellow he is—the
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best husband woman ever had, I'm sure,
and Mr. Markham, I know now that I never
really loved you."
I don't know' whether that was true or not,
but that did not matter. She did not love me
then, and does not now', and I lost her.
I live alone at Mosswood now', an old bache
lor, with a limp and the d}'spepsia, and she
and a boquet of little blossoms flourish over
the way at Dr. Roper's.
Some time, perhaps I may marry. Hiss
Flint would have me and so would the Wid
ow Witrgins; but whatever I may get to wear
ever my heart it will not lie a rosebud. I threw
that away long ago, and Roper picked it up,
and it makes bis life fragrant.
1 -«re»- >
Aoî eesses and Their Admirers.
It has generally been supposed that the
masculine portion of the population aggre
gated to themselves the sole right of making
love to the heroines of the drama, and that
from their attentions solely the actresses suf
fered. But such is not the ease. Indeed, it
would be a matter of surprise were it known
bow many of otir public woman are badgered
and bothered by the silly of their own sex
who fall in love with them and worry them
with attentions. Une charming lady on the
Boston stage is actually beset by romatic
girls who Lave conceived a strong affection
for her simply on the stage, and the tricks
which they restor to see hor and much win
her acquaintance are varied and much more
ingenious than the other sex employ. They
follow her about while she shops ; they
besiege her door and beg for admittance;
they flatter aud coax her maid, and try to
wheedle her into admitting them. They
send, daily, baskets of flowers aud fruit, tied
about with white ribbons as though they
were wedding favors. They send her books
of poems with double pencil marks at all the
gushing lines. They write notes and inclose
newspaper poetry; they find who her friends
are, and even play agreeable to them to get
into the desired presence. Perhaps the very
decided rebuffs which they meet only encour
age them. If they did not know how utterly
impossible it is for hardworking women,
whose task-inaster is the pvblic, to give time
them, they would cease their importunities.
To send tokens of appreciation like flowers,
is all well enough, indeed, it is a pretty
remembrance occasionally ; but no person
cares to burdened with an obligation which
she can not repay, and it is a great bore
be adored to such a fearful extent.
A question ol Insurance.
7 ie Chicago Tribune says: "A beautiful
and bashful young woman of about nineteen
summers called at the office of a life assurance
agent last w eek, and asked him timidly if be
could tell her how long people of a certain
age would live.
"Madame," replied the agent, caughing
respectively behind a prospectus and drawing
his chair nearer to her, " here are our tables
of expectation and average mortality, which
contains all the information upon the subject
Unit you can desire."
" Well," said she, "how long wifi a man
of sixty-seven, and that eats peas with his
knife, live?"
"According to our table, madame," replied
the agent, "he should, on an average, survive
eleven years, three months, and sixteen days.
" That," said his visitor, " would be to the
1st of August, 1887 ?"
"Precisely, madame, on the average ex
pectation of mortality, for we all must die,
and it is, therefore, well to insure against loss
to the loved ones in a company whose char
acter—"
"And how much could I insure his life
for ?"
" Oh, for any amount, say for $50,000,"
he answered, taking up a blank form of ap
plication ; " let me recommend the unexam
pled advantages offered by our non-forfeita
ble endowment policy."
" Well," said the young woman, " I think
then, that I'll marry him."
" Insure him, you mean ? " replied the
agent.
" No, marry him ; you insure him. You
see," she added, with a burst of confidence,
" I love Herbert, aud Mr. Dawkins is old
enough to be my grandfather. But Herbert
is poor, and I just worship the corner lots
that Mr. Dawkins builds on. And Herbert
is very patient, and says if I will only fix a
day, no matter how long he may have to wait,
he will be happy. Now, you say Mr. Daw
kins will die by the first of August, 1887, and
as it wouldn't be decent to marry again till
I've been in mourning a year, I'll arrange to
marry Herbert on the 2d of August, 1888, aud
if Mr. Dawkins doesn't die by then you'll erive
me $50,000. Oh, thank you," and with a
deep bow she swept out of the office."
Beyond the Wisdom ol Nnn.
She was a pretty girl, nicely dressed, and
she sat diagonally in a rear corner of the
streetcar, occupying about two seats. Another
lady came in, and turning herself sideways,
sank into a swam-like dip across the three
adjoining seats. The young lady in the
corner looked at the other's back, and sniffed
with her nostril ; looked at the languid con
tempt of the attitude, and sniffed with her
other nostril ; then regarded the lady's cos
tume, and finding it elegant, sniffed with
both nostrils. Beginning to get mad, she
rubbed her nose violently, first with the sec
ond joint of her forefinger, and subsequently
with her handkerchief. Slowly their eyes
met. One flashed undying hatred and scorn ;
the other irradiated lofty pity and disdain.
They had never met before, and now they
only for a moment. What had happened ?
We give it up.
A hotel in Kansas has the following notice
displayed in the bedrooms : "Gentlemne
wishing to commit suicide will please take
the centre cf the room, to avoid staining the
bed linen, walls, and furniture with blood."
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On the Other Korne,
[From the Danbury News.]
Mr. Filkins is seized and possessed of a re
spected grandmother, aged over one bundled
years. At the earl}' age of two years it is
firmly believed she gazed upon the face of
the noble G. W. During this Centennial
year, centenarian grandmothers are quoted
far above par, and Filkins felt a sort of com
mendable and virtuous pride in the newspaper
paragraphs that went around the country re
ferring to th<
with hers.
Filkins is al
just fast eiunu
»Id lad}' and counl
mg his cam
-o the owner of a rapid ma:
h to lose. Recently he ties
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to bn;
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it his v.ooc
to sell tlie animal, for he
! likely young colt, which
wanted to raise money cnoimli
he put an adyeitisement in tin
and calmly waited.
One morning as he was busy
pile*, two strängt rs drove up to ids crate sind
fastened their horses. Their vehicle was
biilliantly decorated t»y the painter's art, was
covered, and bore upon its side the following
words- "Great Museum of Centennial Won
ders." The smooth-faced man, who ap
peared to be the spokesman, approached Fil
kins with—
"Saw the notice in the paper about your
she's
"You did, eh?" said F. "Well,
high stepper aud no mistake."
"Thought we'd see, this being the Cente n
nial > T ear, if we couldn't get her to take to
Philadelphia and—"
"Oh! yes; you want to trot her out down
there, do you? Well she is a fast one, and no
mistake."
"Isn't that rather peculiar language to use
in speaking of so aged—"
"Aged! Why, man, what are you talking
about. Wipe off your cliiu! Aged! Why,
she's sound in wind, limb aud stomach.
Never was known to kick or bile. She's
gentle as a kitten, and as for pedigree—"
"Well, all that's gratifying of course. How
about Hamilton Wash—"
"Ilambletonian, of course she's Ilamble
tonian stock, her dam—"
"How's her teeth?"
"Sound as a dollar; never gets 'off her feed : '
eats her four quarts of—"
"Does she use glasses, Mr. F.? Does she
smoke or chew? Will you sell her or only
rent bet? We'll take her off your hands and
make it an object for you. Of course, the
natural feelings of relationship must lie con
sidered, but biz is biz, aud we'll pay cash
down for the old—"
"What in--and--are you talking
about, you bald-beaded old reprobate?"
"YourlOO-year-old-grandmolher, of course;
we want to buy her or rent her for our 'Great
Centennial Museum of Wonders.' We've got
an anaconda already, a playful little cuss,and
a living skeleton, who'll be amazing good
company for the old woman. If you'll rent
her for cash, just trot her out and—"
At this moment the stranger observed that
Mr. Filkins was carefully selecting out a
large-sized club from the pile and "hefting."
it in a threatening manner. They at once
gave up hopes of effecting a deal and with
drew in haste, followed by about a cord
and a half of wood—beech and maple body
wood—wafted wildly after them by the irate
Filkins.
That night an unwonted teuderness was
evident in the voice and manner of Mr. Fil
kins, as he tenderly told his beloved and
aged old grandparent to "shut her darned old
mouth and crawl off to bed."
to
Tlie Door-Keeper of tbe Neunte.
In spite of political changes and the large-
ness of executive affection, Washington can
exhibit some moss-covered public function-
aries whose continued devotion to office could
not be surpassed even in conservative Eng-
land. In wandering about the corridors and
galleries of the Capitol, one comes across
some curious specimens of this kind. They
are evidently employes, for they have their
hats off and nothing to do. There is a set-
tled look about them, an appearance of ad-
hesion when they sit, and of adhesion when
they walk, all of w hich tells you plainly that
they have grown into the govermental fabric
and feel themselves an essential part of it.
In the Senate chamber, sitting at the left of
the presiding officer, is a tall, ruddy-faced
old gentleman. His hair and whiskers are
long and snowy white, while the former is
brushed down until it is wonderfully glossy
and smooth, ending withal in a single row
of curls. The hair is quite marvelous, but
the row of curls is a phenomenon. For years
upon years it has surrounded his head like a
fleshly sprouting aureole, and never has a
single hair been seen displaced. Neither the
vehemence or passion, nor the ardor of af-
fection, nor domestic sorrow's, nor official
duties have ever disarranged its glittering
ymmetry. Tornadoes have raged, earth-
quakes shaken, two wives have been tender-
cared for and creditably buried, but the
silvery radiance of that curl has shown
through it all. No one knows how old he is,
nor exactly when the curl commenced. He
began his public career in the Senate as a
page and a small boy; he is now continuing
as the doorkeeper of that chamber, and tbe
climax of venerable propriety. His duty Î 3
sit there in his great arm-chair, giving in:
terest and dignity to the assembly, and to an-
nounce the bringing of messages from the
House and the President. This he does,
having first stepped out in front of the pre-
siding officer, with admirable elocution and
unexceptionable bow. Then he resumes
seat, and the w'hole Legislative body
breathes more freely. Supposing the exer-
tion should induce apolexy, to which he looks
liable, the consummate flower of door-keep-
would be gone .—Letter to Woodstock Stan-
dard.
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Congress has another investigating job. It
charged against Mr. Conkling that he is
man who kissed Dr. Mary Walker.