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Helena, Montana, Thursday, June 5, 1884 No. 29 Proprietor* <ri,.c ill r chin Jijcralil. F E FISK D. W FISK, A J. FISK, Publishers und *. Largest Circulaticn of ary Paper in Montana --O Rates of Subscription. WEEKLY HERALD: One Yettr. fin advance)..................................*3 00 Six Months, in addance)............................... i 00 Three Months, (in advance)..................-........ 1 00 When not paid for m advance the rate will be Four IX.llars per yeail Postage, in all cases, Prepaid. DAILY HERALD: <Xty Subscribers,delivered by carrier ,8150 a month One Year, by mail, (in advance)..................812 00 Six Months, by mail, (in advance)............... 6 00 Three Months, by mail, (in advance)........... 3 00 M-All communications should be addressed to FISK KKOS., Publishers, Helena, Montana. i BLUE AND «RAY. *'Oh. mother, what do they mean by blue ? And what do they mean by gray ?" Was heard from the lips of a little ehilu As she bounded in from play. Tin mother's eyes filled up with tears; She turned to her darling fair. And smoothed away 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 «rows stronger every day." „ •'Hut what did they mean?" persisted the child; • Kor I saw two cripples to-day. And one of them said he fought for the blue : The other, he fought for the gray. "Now, he of the blue had lost a leg. And the other liad but one arm. And Ixith seemed worn and weary and sail, Vet 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 for an hour or more, Ti'n their eyes grew bright and their hearts seemed warm With lighting their battles o'er, tiid parting at last with a friendly grasp, In a kindly, brotherly way, tlM'li calling on God to speed the time I'niting the blue and tiie gray." Then the mother thought of other days— Two stalwart boys from her riven ; How they knelt at her side and, lisping, prayed "Our Farther which art in Heaven ;" JIow one wore the gray and the other the blue, How they passed away from sight. And had gone to the land where gray and blue Are merged in colors of light. And she answered her darling with golden hair. While her heart was sadly w rung With the thoughts awakened in that sad hour I5v her innocent, prattling tongue; "The blue and the gray are the colors of God ; They arc seen in the sky at even, And many a noble, gallant soul Has found them passportsto Heaven. LITTLE «IFFIN. Out of the focal and foremost fire, Out of the hospital's walls us dire ; Smitten of grape-shot and gangrene, (Eighteenth battle and he six teen I) Spectre, such as you seldom sec, Lithe Biffin of Tennessee. "Take him and welcome," the surgeons said, "Little the doctor can help the dead !" Si i we took him and brought him where The balm was sweet in the summer air. And we laid him down on a wholesome l>ed Liter laizarus, heel to head ! M e watched the struggle with bated breath— Skeleton boy against skeleton Death. Months of torture, how many such! Weary weeks of the stick and crutch. Anil still a glint of the steel-blue eye Told of a spirit that would not die. And did not, nay ; more, in Death's despite The crippled skeleton learned to write ; "Dear Mother ," at first, of course, and then "Pear Captain," inquiring about the men. Captain's answer : "Of eighty-five Oifiin and I are left alive," Word of gloom from the war one day; "Johnston is pressed at the front. ' they say. Little Gittin was up and away; A tear—his first—as he bade go..d-bye, Dimmed the glint of his steel-blue eye. "I'll write, if spared !" There was news of the fight. But none ot Giffiu—he did not write, I sometimes fancy that were I King Of the princely Knights of the Golden King, With the song of the minstrel in mine ear, And the tender legend that trembles here, I would give the best on his bended knee, The whitest soul of my chivalry. For IJltle Gittin of Tennessee. M II Y IS IT SO ? Some find work where some find rest, And so the weary world goes on ; I sometimes wonder what is best; The answer comes when life is gone. some eyes sleep when some eyes wake. And so the dreary night hours go ; Some hearts beat where some hearts break. I often wonder why tis so. *»onie hands fold where other hands Are lifted bravely in the strife, And so thro' ages and thro' lands Move on the two extremes or life. Some feet halt while some feet lread, In tireless march, a thorny way, Nome struggle on where some have fled. Some seek where others shun the fray. some sleep on while others keep The vigils of the true and brave ; They will not rest till roses creep Around their names above a grave. MAN. VAKIOI SLY CONSIDERED. A I AKAI'HKASKH's tut. Man that is married to a woman is of many days and full of trouble. In the morning he draws his salary, and in the evening Behold, it is gone ! It is a tale that is told : It is vanished, and no man knows whither it goetli. He riseth up clothed in the chilly garments id the night And secketh the somnolent paregoric Wherewith to soothe his infant posterity. Hi- cometh as a horse or ox And draweth the chariot of his offspring. He 8|>endeth his shekels in the purchase of fine linen To cover the bosom of his' Family ; ^ et himself is seen at the gates of the city With one suspender. Yea, he is altogether wretched ! ---- » ♦ WOMAN. Milton S. Allen, in Philadelphia Call.] 1-ast and best of God's creations ; Builder, strength and hop«* of nations. Whose name has decked all history's pages— Mother of warriors, martyrs, sages; W ith v oiee so full of music's cadence. And eye that I »cams with heaven's radiance. And touch that soothes when pain around us Throws her cloak, and Death confounds us; So gentle, loving, sw«-et, forgiving; Made to love, in love believing ; So strong in others' tribulation— To thee 1 bow in uiloration— Thou blending of divine and human— Noble woman! Muimna, I in so sorry for Mr. V änder nd. Ain t he awful poor?" "Why, no ^Id. ^hat pot such a notion in your ead J cause, mamma, he can't ullora only two wheels to his carriage." ! j I j : j ; [From the Daily Herald of May 30.) DECORATION DAY IN HELENA. - Processions, Flag's, Music, Orations, and Honors to the Heroic Dead. Decoration of Soldiers Graves, Under the Auspices of Wadsworth Post G. A. E. A brighter morning never dawned than that which ushered in Memorial Day at Helena in 1884. No brighter sun ever shone than that which inspired grateful hearts to deeds of devotion and sentiments of patriotism, as the order of exercises was begun at noon to-day by the booming of i minute guns. The city, which at an early hour was awakened from its slumbers by the usual calls of business, was quiet by noon, and all the semblance of respect on days of mourning were seen by Hags at half mast and the abandonment of all manner of business occupations. At 1 o'clock large numbers of people assembled in front of Harmonia Hall, which is the Armory of the Helena Light Guards, and the head quarters for societies, committees, carriages for the procession, and the general meeting of the comrades of Wadsworth Post. Here all preparations were made for the grand procession, which began to form at 1:150 p. in. according to the following: Detachment of Police. Marshal, T. P. Fuller and aids, James L. Davis, Encampment I. O. O. F. : William Lorey, K. of P. ; Shel ton Dull', A. O. U. W.; A. J. Seligman, H. L. G. Encampment of I. O. O. F., mounted. Myrtle Lodge No. J, Knights of Pythias, mounted. Montana Legion of Select Knights, A. O. U. W., mounted. Turn Verein Prize Land. Helena Light Guards. Veterans of the Mexican War. Wadsworth Post No. 8, G. A. R. Capital Lodge No. 2, A. O. U. W. Perfection Lodge No. 15, A. O. U. W. Helena Fire Department, in ebrge of Chief Fire Marshal Charles D. Curtis. President of the Day, T. H. Kleinschmidt. Chaplain, Rev. R. K. Tobey. Orators of the Day, Isaac D. McC'utcheon. F. P. Sterling. Apollo Club and Gesang Verein. Committee of Ladies on Decoiatiou in carriages. United States, Territorial and ConrPy officials. Mayor and Council of the city of Helena, j in carriages. Helena Turn Verein in carriages. Other civic societies, citizens and strangers in carriages. ) The following line of march was oh served : j Up Rodney to Bridge, down Bridge to Main, down Main to Price, up Price to Clore, down Clore to Lawrence, up Lawrence to Benton avenue, down Benton avenue to the Helena cemetery, where the procession reached at 3 o'clock, The long line of mili tary, citizens, societies, old soldiers of the rebellion and veterans ol the Mexican war, which inaugurated at Helena a year ago, the first Memorial day in Montana, was far outstripped to-day in the numbers par ticipating and the pageant and show of flags, banners, bright uniforms, flashing bayonets and patriotic enthusiasm as they tiled in uncovered to the city of the dead. Here the solemn dirge by the Turnverein l'rize Band first broke the stillness in the order of exercises as it reverberated through the avenues where the departed heroes slept, the sweet music of memory's re quiem, during which the daughters of the comrades of Wadsworth Post, G. A. R., proceeded to decorate the graves in the Helena and Catholic cemeteries. The dowers which were prepared by the ladies were of unc^pimon loveliness and beauty, being made into scores of bouquets and wreathes of wild and cultivated flowers, worked upon the evergreens of the forest trees. The Harmonia Gesangverein then ren derad "Der Tag des Herrn," —The Jxnds Day. Prayer by the Chaplain, Rev. R. B. Tobey. Then the Apollo Club rendered the beautiful song of "Rest, Soldier, Rest.'' General orders from headquarters of the Department of G. A. R. were read by Post Adjutant, William H. Armor. The following eloquent oration was de livered by I. D. McCutcheon: Mr. President . Comrades, Ladies and Gentle men : All these were heroes, upon whose graves we have to-day strewn the beautiful flowers, created by God to please alike all conditions of life. While in life, these heroes fought on opposite sides of a ques tion of vital importance to our common country, and upon which hiDged the per petuity ot our government, yet they sleep the sleep ot a lasting peace side by side, aud are equally the objects of our consid eration to-day. We may bend over their graves with feelings akin to human wor ship and "cover them over with beautiful flowers," hut any attempt.to glorify them would hut illustrate the utter poverty of our language. It is honorable to be a sol dier in defense of what one believes to be right, and an honor to be the son of such a soldier. The widows are aged whose sons fell in the battles of the rebellion, and in their desolation they look, as they have a right to look, to the survivors of the con test lor consolation and assistance. What is more natural than that soldiers should honor the burial places of their deceased comrades, and care for the widows and or phans ol those who lost their lives fight ing valiantly side by side with them. Pa triotism and" heroic deeds should always be appreciated and thoughtfully acknowl edged. The memory of the victims of thriftlessness and vice can find no room in the heart of him who honors the man who fell in battle contending for that which he deemed to be right. It requires more than the fortitude of a Roman soldier for a fath- er of a family of helpless children whom he would rear in comfort and luxury, and who by his loss would be deprived of their only support, to meet death with compos- nre in order to serve the interests of his country. The ^prospect of leaving ones children to such a fate might well make cowards of the bravest. While we observe this beautiful custom of decorating the graves of our comrades with llowers in the springtime of the year, let us trust and pray that the custom will survive after the present generation of sol diers shall have passed away, remembering with sadness that thousands rest in un known graves, or who have never received the last rite of sepulture, and that no friendly hand will strew flowers over their sacred dust. The angels will remember them ; their virtues shall not be forgotten, and their memories shall ever be cherished by their surviving comrades. "By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen, their dirge is sung; There Honor conies, a pilgrim gray. To bless the turf that wraps their tlay. And freedom ahull a while repair,. To dwell a weeping hermit there." The chapter in the history of this coun try which recites the events of the late war Ls a long roll-call of heroes, and the reader in his imagination will see an al most endless procession filing past him of those, who each in his day had been in spired with a lofty enthusiasm for great purposes, with unquenchable fortitude, self-devotion, lofty hopes, and an uncon querable faith in the future of the cause for which he fought. Some have lived to witness the fruition of their best endeavor, hut others, on both sides, "like breaking waves on the strand of time," were compelled to yield to the universal Jaw which limits all human ef fort. The same universal law which ap plies to the one, will to the other. Man never quite reaches the goal of his inten tions. The economy of a Divine Provi dence is such that there is nothing lost in nature. The part taken by the soldier on the battlefield is not different from that taken by all honorable soldiers in the bat tle of life. Some perish in the attempt to construct the foundation, others while try ing to complete the superstructure. Some lall when the charge is sounded ; some in the tierce rush and wild onslaught ; some fill the ditches at the foot of the rampart. others carry the banners over the crest of the redoubt, and then fall hut all meant the same thing when the battle began. A brave life may he lost in the contest, hut the example of a brave life never dies. The past, the present, and the future are one. We enjoy the glories of to-day, hut we cannot, it we would, release ourselves from the sacrifices of yesterday. The liv ing are kinsmen of the heroes who are dead ; their aims in life must find realiza tion in us; their effort and our fruition are one. There is no need to assume that the re sult of the recent fratricidal strife is ac cepted as the liest solution which God in his Providence could have vouchsafed to : us all. It is so acetpted by all classes and conditions of men everywhere. It has se cured to us a common tiag—common songs, common interests—a common country, aud has laid the foundations for a common prosperity, so deep and so broad, that the combined interests of the rest of mankind cannot prevail against it. It is meet then that we should annually come together in remembrance of the heroism of the coun try's honored dead, Antietam or Lookout Mountain has been neglected. Ihe same spirit which ''These in the rollings of glory, Those in the gloom of defeat. All with the Battle blood gory In the dusk of eternity meet. Under the sod and the dew. Waiting the judgment day— Under the laurel the Blue, Under the willow the Gray." Humanity has been given to hero wor ship from time immemorial. The educa tion ol the boy who cannot tell something ot the heroic spirit displayed at Marathon, Thermopylae, Waterloo, Wagram. Marston Moor, Bunker Hill, Balaklava, Mission imbued the Titans in the battle above the clouds, was found at Lookout Mountain, where.old legends were turned into his tory. Leonidus and his Greeks at the Fass ; Horatius and his Romans who defended the Bridge ; Macdonald and his heroic followers, ninety per cent, of whom were killed or disabled in a successful at tempt to pierce the Austrian centre at Wagram, were not more heroic than the brave American mechanics and farmers boys who fought so well in the battles of twenty years ago. They abandoned the budding hopes which their hearts had entertained ; cast aside the thoughts of success in life, in business, in professions, which they had so long cherished ; bid farewell to happy ! homes, to fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, wives, children and sweethearts, in order to sacrifice themselves for others. Children became mimic soldiers : gossip ceased and life became real and earnest. Many a wife and mother passed a true Gethsemane night before enlistment. Oaths of fidelity, and kisses lor eternity, were given, and many tried to look brave from whose eyes the light had gone out ; who indulged in jests, which were prayers in the soul ; whose sobs were choked back in the throat ; who indulged in forcing cheer fulness out of a breaking heart, "a saintly hypocrisy which God loves to forgive." Then the heroes marched away to the music of the drum and fife, which they had never heard before, and which aroused the mili tary spirit so long asleep within them, ant\ instinctively transformed the shambling „ a j^ ol - t h e f urrow into the trim military step of the soldier. Camp life was new to them and many a lonely evening was the result. It is said the soldiers of the Crimea on the eve of battle sang Annie Laurie, but each heart recalled a different name. But our soldiers sang Home, Sweet Home, and as they did so, each looked through a kind of mist to a different home, which he had left to imperil his life. Time is too limited to follow them through the battles they fought. There Ls nothing in the military history of the world which excels their valor, and were the history of their brave deeds and brave words written, it would form a band-book of patriotism for generations yet unborn. They were all fit for a place in the world's roll-call of heroes. "Let laurels drenched in pure Pbiiaagsian dew.-. Reward his memory, «leer to every muse. Who with a courage of unshaken root. In honor's field advancing his firm foot, Plants it upon the line that justice draws. And will prevail, or perish in her cause." Let us then perpetuate this sacramental day, when with song and prayer, and fiag and flower, we recall the memory of those heroes and the work they did. We need 1 I l ' : ! ! i ! ! ^ ^ 1 larize, lor no tongue could it to teach us anew every year the great price paid for us. We need it to make us stand for peace as they did ih war. We need it to keep us from falling into that low existence which says " 'Tis sweet for one's self to live." We need it for our selves and our children. By these means we may teach them lessons which shall last them throughout life. But let us not forget that "Eternal vigilance is the price of liberty," and that the pathway of jus tice is the only pathway of peace. The triumphs of peace are higher, nobler, and grander than all the battlefields of the world. The war is over—let the peace which has followed be a sacred and just peace. I cannot believe there is one who will say nay. Let the stars and stripes— the red, white and blue—form a flag com mon to all of us, and in which the heart of every true citizen shall take delight. Let its colors have a new significance. Let the red stand for that crimson tide which bought our country; the white, for the pu rity of the Nation, and the blue for its per petuity—as the azure sky is a symbol of immensity. May God continue to bless our land. Compassed about by this great cloud of heroes, let each and all he true and heroic, and the future of our country will tell the world that the four years of death have been swallowed in many cen turies of victory. After which the Turn Verein Prize Band rendered one of their tine selections. Then Post Quartermaster F. P. Sterling delivered the following beautiful oration : Mr. President ; Officers and comrades of the i Grand Army of the Republic. Ladies and Gentlemen : This is sa cred, holy ground. In this cemetery lie heroes who were sacrificed on their coun try's altar. Let the foot press softly on this green earth for it covers the moulder ing clay of martyrs. Eloquent memory to-day repeats the epic of their fame, growing more heioic as the i years roll on. The yast rises before us, and we recall the many scenes through which they passed, the battles in which they stood, and then dropped out of sight to he absent from roll-call forever. When, and upon what particular field, amid what scenes of carnage, or under what painful circumstances of hitter suf- j fering they gave up this life, it is not neces sary, upon this occasion, for us to particu ex press, nor language portray what they manfully en dured, and, without murmur, suffered. 8ome fell on the silent picket line ; some in repelling the force ot the terrible advance; some died amid the bloody strife of the battle field ; some wasted away in hospitals, Irom bleeding wounds, or from wasting disease. They now simulier, at our feet, the last sleep of death, a graud army of martyred men to the cause they loved so well. Never again will they join in Uie wild excitement of battle. The sentry's challenge, the bugle's call, the noise of the screaming shell, nor the l'ear f u i rattle of musketry will ever disturb them. Our comrades represented the sovereignty and nationality of the people in the greatest crisis of our history, aud alter euduriDg the bitterness of sectional conflict lor a season, sacrificed their lives in devotion to the principles of equal rights and national unity. What they did and won was not for thems fives alone, for they are not here to enjoy the sweet fruits of victory, hut lor many coming generations yet to be. Worthy representatives of the high minded patriotism of the fathers of the Republic ; they died that our country should remain a united, peaceful and pros perous nation ; that free government should not perish ; that civil liberty should be preserved to the people; that our glorious flag should remain the ensign of human freedom; ibat our infant nation should develope its magnificent future, the gran deur and sublimity of its manhood. Therefore, comrades, let us stand guard around their graves, and »Iso around the truths for which they died. Fortunately for the welfare of the Re public, the war produced no one central figure in whose presence all others sink into insignificance ; no one name whose history is the history of the war ; no Cæsar or Napoleon, whose towering pre-eminence o'ershadows the country whose armies he led. Not Meade stay ing the highest wave of bat tle and whose eternal monument is Gettys burg: not the gallant Howard—the very soul of honor ; not the chivalrous Sherman, whose good sword cleft the Confederacy in twain from Atlanta to the sea ; not Thomas, at Nashville, in that most complete vic tory of the war ; not "Fighting Joe" Hooker, capturing victory aliove the clouds at Lookout Mountain ; not the electrifying ! Sheridan, who awoke at Y\ inchester to the roar of defeat, but slept at Fisher Hill to the music of victory, nor even the iron duke Grant, whose military achievements from New Orleans to Washington rank him among the greatest captains of history. True, these are worthy of all honor ; but not they alone, we say, not alone the Gen erals, starred with rank, should be en shrined in the hearts of the people, hut the soldier, the private, who carried the musket and bore with patient bravery the heat and burden of the long struggle. Ah, I tell you that many a private tilled a hero 's sphere, and to-day tills a hero's grave. Every private was a sovereign ; he knew no superiors. He lelt that the blow he struck was for himself. He felt the greatness and responsibility of American citizenship. tine milliou five hundred thousand brave defenders, on bended knee, swore to protect the emblem of their nationality, and then marched out from a loyal North and with outstretched, uplifted hands stayed the tottering temple of Liberty. Three hun dred thousand of these patriots are dead on the field of honor. They sleep in every country from the Gulf to the frozen regions of the North, from the Atlantic to the Pacific, and in our own beautiful ceme tery here beneath the towering peaks of these lofty mountain ranges, some of these heroes have found a final resting place. Standing amid these graves, we, who have lived to behold the reaction from the fervid enthusiasm of the war; we, who, in these last years, have sometimes doubted the vaine of the victory ; we, from whose eyes the glamour has vanished, can but envy the martyrs who fell in the glow of conflict, confident of the final triumph of the fiag. Our martyrs ! these gallant men, whose privilege it was to hallow the close of the Nation's century, as the Revolutionary heroes had sanctified its dawn ; who have taught ns that chivalry did not die with mailed knighthood ; who have shown the i world that simple manhood, boastless of ancient lineage, accustomed only to ways of peace, could, inspired by noblest pur poses. achieve in this, our century, deeds of valor unsurpassed in all the ages, the recital of which shall encourage all who in ages yet to come, shall dare for country aud for freedom. Yes, this is Memorial Day,—the saddest of the year,—and it is as ennobling as it is fit and beautiful for us annually to meet and pay this mournful tribute to our dead, and to deposit on their graves the first aud choicest flowers of spring as tokens of our remembrance of their virtues, and their heroic deeds—leading us as it does into a contemplation of that great and final day toward which we are all hastening, and tending as it does to subdue the little asperities of life and to culm the heated, bitter passions which so often sway us. And to-day, as we stand in the dread pres ence of those sad remnants of mortality, deposited in these Vviceless tombs, and mouldering in the parent dust, we may well pause to reflect on the fatality of many of our present strifes and jealousies and heart-burnings. On the merits of that great internal controversy which so recently gave us many, many of our dead, we are not called upon to-day to express an opin ion, for were such the case, justice would not be done to conviction did we express ourselves otherwise than a life of faith and practice would indicate; but, as we stand here to-day beside the graves of the dead, by the side of those who fell under the folds of the Stars and the Stripes, and those who went down beneath the Stars and Bars, let us not forget that they all sleep under one common sod and over them floats one common flag. While they once fonght as adversaries they are foes no longer, lor they sleep on America's soil, over them floats America's tiag, and they are all America's dead. Their courage and their skill no nation on the face of the earth, hut America, can claim ; and their bravery and valor and sincerity have been attested on every field of battle, from Mobile Bay to Gettysburg. To-day the golden sun has painted with radiant colors, a firmament of garlands laid by loving hands ujmmi the soldiers' graves that consecrate our land. Three hundred thousand graves—veteran sentiments of lib erty—scattered from the Atlantic to the Pacific, upon fields of battle where they fell, in modest church yard, or in stately cemetery, to-day comrades and friends have met around each hallowed spot that holds a hero's resting place, aud laid their flow ery offerings there. Hither we are come ; in this sacred presence, and in that friendship oniy horn amid dangers aud death—we briDg our gifts —symbol of parity and emblem of the love we hear the dead. How fitting that we should do so, that the living should stand beside the dead, and uuder the influence of the sad hut earnest thoughts awakened here should pledge anew our devotion to our common country and the principles for which our comrades died. Sleep on, ye fallen ones ! no alarm can call you from your rest, no foe # can drive you front your lonely bivouac. Sleep on, until that assembly shall he sounded calling you lorth to answer to your names upon the rolls of the Grand Army of the Great Commander above, to form, eternally, the lines that sever justice and truth from hate and fear. After the song, "The sleep of the Brave," by the Apollo Club, aud benediction hv the chaplain, Rev. R. B. Tobey, the proces sion reformed and countermarched to the head of Main street, where the exercises of the day closed aud the column dis missed. It was a fitting occasion gloriously cele brated. aud one that inaugurates the anni versary of Memorial Day in the Rocky Mountains. j : i ! j j j | i j ; 1 , She Twigged. He called at the house and asked if she had any carpets to beat, adding that he had been in the business tor over twenty years. "How much to heat that parlor carpet ?" she asked. 'One dollar." "Why, that's awful ! There was a man here yesterday who offered to do the job for 50 cents. "Exactly, madam, hut now was he pre pared ?" "He had a club in his hand." » "I presume so. He intended to take the carpet out on a vacant lot, didn't he ?" "Yes, sir. Our yard is too small, you know." "Exactly. That is a tapestry Brussels carpet. It is badly worn It has numer ous holes in it. He would make a great show in getting it out and in here. Out on the lot he would give yon away to every one who asked who the carpet belonged to. Is that the way to do a job of this sort ?" "How do you do it?" "I take the carpet out through the alley. I wheel it home. I beat it in a yard sur rounded by a high hoard fence, and while I am returning it, all nicely rolled up and covered with a cloth, if any one asks me what I have I reply that it is a velvet car pet for No. 224 Blank street. If no one asks any questions I call at the houses on either side of you and ask if they have just ordered a new Wilton. They watch me and see me come in here. Madam, in the language of the Greeks, do you twig ?" He was given the job. A Georgia Unde. A Georgia bride is described in one of the local papers as "looking a very lily, cradled in the golden glimmer of some evening lake—a foam tleck. snowy yet sun flushed, crowning the rippling of some Southern sea." A few years hence she will be described as looking a hollyhock, cradled in the shadowy seclusion of a stake and ridered rail fence—a red Bimset, fierce and flushed, crowning the rippling of some soft Southern wash-tub. Soap Paper. The greatest novelty in New York is paper soap, which is mainly for the use of travelers. The sheets of paper, which are put up in the form of a small hook about I three inches square, are coated with soap, and are said to be just as good as the regu lation article, in addition to its being much handier. There are fifty soap sheets in each book, costing in the aggregate about as much as an ordinary cake of soap. "WET THE ROPES." Why the Bresca Family Always Ap pear Before the Pope on Palm Sunday. Rome, April 0th.—The Holy Week lias begun to-day by the presentation of a beautiful palm to the Holy Father. This palm is the work of the Benedictine nuns. It is made after the design of the artist De Simone. The center of the palm is a groupe of figures—St. Ann, St. Joachim, and the Blessed Virgin—surrounded by angels. The decorations are finely executed, all with leaves of palm His Holiness has received also a present of 120 palm-tree branches, sent by the Chap ter of San Remo, represented by Monsignor Bresca. This Monsignor is the leading member of the Bresca family, from San Remo, which has appeared every year be fore the Pope on Palm Sunday since 1580. This privilege was granted on the 10th of September, 1580, when St. Peter's Square was the theatre of a great event. One hundred and forty horses and nearly 1,000 workmen, with thirty-five machines, were raising the great obelisk of granite which now adorns the center of the square. Ar chitect Dominic Fountain, with a silver trumpet, was giving the signals. A deadly silence was preserved by the presence of a hangman, who had prepared a gibbet by order of Sextus, and was ready to hang anyone who disturbed the performance. The celebrated monolith of the old circus of Caligula was nearly erect, when the chafing of ropes began to give way. A powerful voice shouted, "Acqnaalle corne," or "Water to the ropes !" The architect caught the idea and com plied with the suggestion. The obelisk triumphantly rose on the pedestal. The tresspasser, however, was arrested and brought before the Pope. He was one Bresca, a captain of a sailing vessel from San Remo. "Why did you disobey my orders ? asked the Pope. "Because I would rather die myself than to see hundreds killed by the fall of the monolith." "Well done !" replied the Pope. "Thou shalt hereafter hoist the Pontifical flag on thy vessel. "What else can I do for you The Captain requested the Pope to grant him and his successors the privilege of sup plying palms to the Church of St. Peter lor Palm Sunday, and lie obtained the favor. For the last three centuries the Brescas have appeared before the Pope of Rome on Palm Sunday. They Didn't Press It. [Detroit Free Press, j A few day* ago a Detroiter and his wife were making a trip through the State prison at Jackson, and both were much impressed with the countenance of a cer tain convict in oue of the shops. He looked so melancholy and down-hearted that the lady's sympathies were strongly aroused, and the gentleman was certain that he could discover evidences that the man had a good deal of moral worth in his character. One of the guards was ap pealed to for information, aud he replied : "Yes. he is very well behaved—one of the best in the prison." "He seems sorry for his offense," ob served the lady. "Yes'm." "And I know lie would lie honest if par doned," added the man. "Yes'r. You might speak to the Gov ernor. I believe the offense was a trifling one." "Do you know exactly what it was?" "Why, I believe he come from your city. 1 think he entered a house in the evening, choked Jhe lady senseless, and then stole money and jewelry." "W-why ! when was it?" gasped the lady. "Oh. about two years ago." "And lie was sent for live years?" asked the man. "Yes'r. If you desire to press the mat ter I'll—" "Press. l>e hanged!" blurted the De troiter. "Here's the very womau he choked and robbed ! It was my own wife he nearly killed ! Mary, I guess we won't slop over on him any further!" i ! Crisp and Casual. The scissors editor is always glad to meet a paragraph worthy of his steal. A night dress is a desirable article of the wardrobe; you cannot wear it out. Mr. Ferdinand Ward's motto seems to have been : "Anything to 'beat' Grant." The idea that editors are glad to get any thing to "till up" with probably originated with some outsider who was invited to a press banquet. By Henry Irving's book it appears that Ellen Terry was in the habit of speaking of the Hotel Dam in New York, where she stayed, as "the hotel—ahem !" "1 never cared to vote before this year," said Emma Abbott yesterday, "but this time I wish women had the ballot, ami if I had a vote it would he cast for General Sherman. He's a grand old man. The only thing they can say against him is that lie's fond of kissing pretty girls. But where's the man that isn't ? 1 wouldn t even trust Mr. Tilden.'' The Arkansas Soldier. [Arkansaw Traveler.] General Forest was once approached by an Arkausaw mau. who asked : "General, when do von reckon we're goin' to get somethin' to eat ?" "Eat !" exclaimed the General ; did you join the army merely to get something to eat?" "Wall, that's about the size of it. ' "Here," ('ailing an officer, "give this man something to eat, and then give him shot. The officer understood the joke, and re plied • "All right, General." The Arkausaw man, exhibiting no alarm, said: "Bile me a ham. Capn, stew up a couple o' chickens, bake two or three hoe cakes, fetch a gallon o' so o' buttermilk, and load yer guns. With such induce ments. the man that wouldn't be willin' to die is a blame fool !" A hearty meal was prepared for the soldier, but he still lives. Barrett's Farewell Performance. London, May 30.—A large audience witnessed Lawrence Barrett's farewell per formance to-night of "Yorick's Love, re vived for the occasion. Barrett was re called foor times after the second act, He thanked the English audiences, actors, actresses and press for their kindness. Cheyenne Cherubs. [Y«>ll«>wstonc Journal.] A lively time was experienced at Zook «V Aiderions, o ne Powder river, following the wounding of Iron Shirt, the Cheyenne, by Pack-Saddle Jack, the cowboy, whose t-'al name is A. J. Morris. The Indian had twice stampeded the cattle under the charge of Morris, and attempted to do so again on the morning of the 23d. Morris expostulated hut Iron Shirt brandished a knife, trying to drive him hack. Morris broke off a piece of a tree limb ami threw it at the Indian, who turned, saying, "me shoot you," and ran for his gun, calling his squaw. The cowboy then fired three shots at him. the last one taking effect in the left arm, breaking the bone. The squaw and Iron Shirt's son soon spread the news to the Cheyennes, in a few minutes they were seen signaling in their own peculiar fashion to other braves. In twenty minutes fifty or sixty Cheyennes bad gathered in the vicinity of Zook aud Alderson's and began their pow-wow which was kept up all night. Meantime the cattle outfit had gathered together their arms and atnuni tion and two of the hoys started to warn the neighbors. The horses were brought into the house, four neighbors arrived and at night a party of ten held the ranch. The Indians hung around all ni/ht, keeping the little company on the alert. The ap pearance of defense probably prevented at tack. X'« Eccentricities. [Ananconda Review ] X. Biedler went north on a freight train Tuesday, and the passengers were regaled with a number of anecdotes and reminis cences. Among other things X. said he was a messenger for Wells, Fargo «Sc Co. Ite tween Helena and Salt Lake for four years; that he rode 500 miles weekly and ',000 miles every month during the time men tioned. "1 did not get any sleep for nearly' four years," he said, "aud towards the last I got sleepy quite frequently. During the last two weeks of the time my feet got into the habit of going to sleep. I stood that until they began to snore, and then I threw up the job." Fatal Fall. [Inter-Mountain, May 27..] At 10 o'clock last night the400 foot level of the Lexington mine was the scene of an accident which proved fatal within two hours. DominicToneatti, an Italian, while working near the top of a winze 00 feet deep, aud which is beeng sunk to connect the 400 and 500 foot levels, became dizzy, lost his balance, and fell to the bottom. Deceased was about 20 years of age, un- married, and had been working for the company about five months. He had many friends among his co-laborers. - The Baltimore Conference. Baltimore, May 28. —In the Methdist P.otestat General Convention, the report of the committee on ministerial education, reviewing the work for the past four years, was presented. A motion to amend so as to allow facul ties of colleges to recommend a beneficiary list was adopted. The following were elected trustees of the college: J. II. Clancy, Pittsburg; Woodland Owcd, W. S. Wilcox, J. K. Spahr, Adrian; S. A. Fisher, West La fayette; Y. G. Westfall, East Liverjiool ; M. 8. Burnet, West Virginia; C. P. Crumb, Illinois; O. C. Clark, Indiana; T. B. Graham, chairman. Dr. Leeds was elected president and Jeseph Packard permanent secretary. Rev. Dr. Hutton announced the death of Bishop l'incknev, and on his motion a committee was appointed to prepare memorial resolutions aud rejiort to morrow. The following were elected the executive committee of the Women's Missionary Society, Mrs. F. A. Brown, Mrs. S. K. Spahr, Mrs. M. A. Miller, Mrs. J. I). An derson. and Mrs. J. E. l'almer. The item in the report of the judiciary committee declaring wrong and contrary to the laws of the church the action of the New York conference in the election and ordination of Miss Anna Sharpe au eitler in the church was adopted. The item recommending that the colored preacher from South Carolina lie ordained was adopted. Across the Border. Winnipeg, May 28.—In the Legislature to-day Norquay asked that his notice of a motion for a s«*lect committee to consider the Ottawa delegates report stand over. It is not probable that he will hack down and ask an acceptance of the terms which probably will he made out summarily. A resolution was introduced condemn ing the construction of the Rocky Moun tain portion of the Canadian Pacific Rail road and favoring the building ol branch lines in the settled districts of thi •» prov ince. Winnipeg, Manitoba, May 29.—In the legislature to-day the leader of the Opj»o sition gave notice of a motion rejecting the Federal reply to the Province's demand. Premier Norquay withdrew notice of motion for a committee to consider a reply, and'said the government to-morrow would know what to do, and immediately moved an adjournment, which prevailed. International Rifle Shooting. Chicago, May 29.—The international rifle match for the championship was con cluded to-day, the shooting being at double pigeons. The championship was won by the Exeter (N. H.) team, with a total score of GH out of possible 100. The Cleveland (O.) team was second with 00. The Wor cester (Mass.) and Cincinnati teams each scored 50; Bradford (Pa.) and Chicago teams each 54. The individual champion ship.'a diamond badge, was won by M. C Stark, of the Exeter team, with a score of 10 out of a possible 20. .Marriage of the Midgels. London, May 28.—The midgets General Mite and Millie Edwards were married this morning in the Registers office at Manchester. Both were carried up-stairs enveloped in shawls and placed on the law office table. They were perfec ly self possessed, and answered the usual ques tions and repeated the declarations dis tinctly, hut in a thin, piping voice. Alter the ceremony they breakfasted at the Grand Hotel. The religious ceremony was performed in the afternoon according to the Presbyterian rites.