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Helena, Montana, Thursday, October 27, 1887.
Volume xxi.
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THE LAST OF EARTH,
Death—is it Death?
Î1 «hadow following still upon the sun, V
The one same end of all things yet begun,
After the glory of Life the sudden gloom,
After the strife the inexorable doom,
The frozen breath?
Nay, rather see
Where the new grave lies sodden in the rain.
How the bare earth quickens to growth again I
Malting the wonder season's lavish dower
Young rootlets creep, a wealth of grass and
' dower
Ere long to be.
When Death has passed
Into the land of silence and of cloud.
The leafless land, wherein no bird is loud,
Life lingers yet with song and blossom rife.
Lo! step for step go ever Death and Life—
lint Life is last!
—Kate 1*. Osgood in American Magazine.
SUNRISE AND VENICE.
The east is blossoming I Yea, a ros«,
Vast as the heavens, soft as a kiss.
Sweet as the presence of woman is,
ltises and reaches, and widens and grows,
I,arge and luminous, up from the sea
And out of the sea, as a blossoming tree.
Richer and richer, so higher and higher,
Deeper and deeper it takes hue;
Brighter and brighter it reaches through
The space of heaven and the place of stars.
Till all is rich as a rose can lie
And my rose leaves fall into billows of fire.
Then beams reach upward as arms from the sea;
Then lances and arrows are aimed at me;
Then lances, and spangles, and spars, and bars
Are broken, ami shivered, ami strowu on the sea,
And, around and about me, tower and spire
Mart from the billows like tongues of fire,
—J'jiaquin Miller.
Mistaken Identity,
ovr th • t •;> <>f the high backed rocker,
I e mid : • her dainty bead,
JIv lovely, darling Emma,
She whom I was soon to wed.
I crept up closer to her.
Hoping to surprise her there:
My heart was thumping wildly.
As 1 softly stroked tier hair.
I kissed one rosy, dimpled cheek;
As I went to kiss the other,
I got a better look at—him!
Croat guns! It was her brother!
—Detroit Free Press.
Happy Again.
The buttercups no l to the breezes of inom.
The hillsides with daisies are hoary.
They ray dandelions t he meadows adorn.
And bloometh the sweet morning glory.
The wild bee is humming in sweet rural nooks.
Where waveth the red tufted clover.
And the husband goes rouud with delight in his
looks.
For the days of house cleaning are over.
—Boston Courier.
The Wild West Hero.
Fired with feelings that foam in their frenzy,
Filled with a fury immortal and strong,
The muse in her madness of wild influenza
Pours down on thy bead her wild tumult of
song.
With a whirlwind of passion and power and
pathos;
With a maniac soul and inebriate will;
lu a cataract torrent of bluster and bathos,
ehe bathes the bare brow of bold Buffalo Bill.
—Yankee Blade,
tilling! Coing!
Tis the last hungry ''skecter"
Left humming alone;
All bis bloody companions
Are faded and gone.
Oh, why does this "skeeter"
Now laugh in his sleeve?
'Cause he'll feed on the landlord,
Whti's too fat to leave.
-Hotel Moil.
He Ain't ItuP.t That Way.
Some girls can look upon a mouse
And neither scream nor faint,
They can, there's no denying;
Cut where's the man can pass a house
Which bears the warning "Paint,"
Without a test applying?
—Few York Weekly.
After He Has Gone.
Ih r apjietite is delicate,
She cannot eat today ;
But see her in the pantry
When her beau bas gone away.
—Boston Courier.
.lust the Very Flare.
"Where me you going to locate: 'asked
one young doctor of another.
"1 don't know. I was thinking of going
toX
'Don't di it. They tell me there is general
stagnation <>f business there."
'That's just it. Stagnation produces mat
«ria, you know."—Washington Critic.
A Prevalent Malady.
T saw at once." said a physician who had
<'"11' d in consultation, "tbatDr. Pellett's
oingn was wrong; but as lie was in charge
' f: " course it wouldn't do for me to
•nterfere."
" "Did the patient die?"
0b. ves—died of 'professional courtesy' —
u "-'O' common and fatal disease."—Harper's
Bazar.
The Man for the Work.
New York Editor— Want a position, eh?
owniany years' experience have you had?
Applicant—I never worked on a newspa
, ,. ut V have been ten years in literature.
"What sort!"
*, b;ne written over a hundred dime
novels." *
I see. Lively imagination, eh?"
» es, sir."
"Ever been in Washington?"
Once, twenty years ago."
Know how the White House looks?"
Oh, yes."
vW < * own and write up a long inter
" Ub tb * president"—Omaha World.
A FAMOUS MIXING TOWN.
LEADV1LLE AND THE RELATIONS
OF ITS MORALS AND ITS VICES.
A Place Where Justice Is Sure and
Swift— Gambling as a Business— Noisy
Keno—Roulette Under Suspicion—Poker
and Faro—Tal in age 's Visit.
Many people are under the impression that
Leadville is a very wicked city. This is a
mistake. Leadville has its morals and its
vices, and the relations between them are
somewhat peculiar. It is submitted without
argument that in a community which sends
the president of its First National bank to the
penitentiary for ten years cannot be said to
be without considerable moral tone. Lead
ville did just that with a man who had be
trayed a trust, and so far has refused to join
in a sentimental movement for a pardon. An
assayer of good position, who liad loaned his
science to a conspiracy for stealing rich ore,
followed the banker down the Grand canyon
and into retirement behind the bars. Mine
officials and others have gone the same way
for plundering employers. The Leadville
code is not an extensive one, but justice fol
lows swift and sure upon infractions of it.
Having decided to tolerate gambling, Lead
ville does so in the most openlhanded manner.
Some of the best locations on the avenue are
given up to the votaries of fickle fortune.
There is none of the hypocrisy of half drawn
blinds. The doors are thrown wide open, and
from the street can be seen at any time the
green tables surrounded by the players, while
the click of the chips and the bawling of the
man at the keno goose fall upon the ears of
the passer by. Gambling in Leadville is a
business.
"Our running expenses," said Con Feath
erly, one of tlie proprietors of the Texas, "are
$7,500 a month. When the house opened in
1879 it ran behind steadily for six months,
and came pretty near going under. Then it
took a turn for the better and ran ahead. If
we take in $15,000 or $20,000 a month we are
pretty well satisfied. That pays running ex
penses and leaves a margin for profit."
A GORGEOUS BAR. ^
Down stairs there is the bar on$Be side,
gorgeous with its mammoth mirn^hd its
array of cut glass. A lunch center just
across the way is also doing business. On
blackboards are displayed the scores of the
day's baseball games, the results of the races
and the grain and stock quotations from the
east. To the right is a room with half a
dozen games of faro in progress and open to
all comers. Back of the faro room is the
business office of the establishment. Then
comes a long, high chamber, where a hun
dred men try hour after hour to put five but
tons in a row on a numbered card, while a
loud voiced young man whirls the goose and
calls out the number of each little ball as it
falls into his hand. There are electric de
vices to show at a glance the exact number
of cards taken out and the consequent pot to
go to the holder of the winning card. This
is keno. It is the popular game, and the
noisy one as well, so the players are shut into
a big room by themselves. But faro and
keno are only two of the games which the
Texas provides for its patrons. Adjoining
the keno room the roulette has its corner, and
a pleasant faced man whirls the wheel and
the marble in opposite directions, reciting, in
a low, well modulated voice:
■ "Black or red, odd or even, high or low.
Thirty-five for a single number. Round and
round the little ball goes. Roll it for your
self if you like."
Roulette, the great game of the European
resorts, is not popular in Leadville. Now and
then a young clerk or a laboring man will
stop and risk a dollar on the black or red, but
the play is seldom heavy. The fact is, the
wheel is rather under suspicion in the western
country. Smart gamblers have been able to
fix it up by magnetism and electrical currents
so that the little marble found its way too
often to the single 0 or the 00, both of which
sweep the board for the house. Mexicans like
roulette, but Americans give it a wide berth.
The dice table, where the dealer sits behind a
monstrous box and rattles down the cubes, is
better patronized. "Studhorse poker" has
some admirers, hut straight poker is always
sure of a tableful. In the rooms on the first
floor everybody comes and goes at will. Men
reach over each other's shoulders to lay down
their bets. Down stairs is for the crowd. Up
stairs is for the heavy betters.
"The largest winning at a" single setting
that I remember," said Mr. Featherly, after
taking a few moments to consider the ques
tion, "was $10,000. I recollect a big game
we had one Saturday night in the front
room. We had been playing all the evening
and about 11 o'clock there was some talk
about stopping. The house was out $3,500 on
the game. One or two of the players started
to go, but came back and said that it was
snowing so that a man couldn't see ten feet
ahead of him. So the game was kept up all
night until 8 o'clock Sunday morning, and
when we stopped the house was $10,000 ahead,
besides recovering the $3,500 behind at. 11
o'clock the night before.
THE CHARM WAS BROKEN'.
"These big games are sometimes affected
l»y things which people who do not gamble
would consider trivial," continued Mr. Feath
erly. "We had a game going one night in
the back room and the principal players were
two eastern men who had come here to buy a
mine. They had drafts in their pockets for
$100,000. One was a man worth $4,000,000 or
$5,000,000. The betting was heavy. About
11 o'clock some of the rooms were closed.
The players were into the game about $2,500.
For some reason we moved from the back
room into the front room and went on. The
players made a few bets, fidgeted about and
then quit. The moving from one room to
another had broken the charm. If we had
kept on in the back room the game would
have run all night, probably, and $20,000
might have changed hands. I talked to the
players about it afterward and they said that
it was the change of rooms that made them
stop. This may sound odd to those who
don't know anything about the little influences
which affect playing, but all gamblers will
understand it"
Talmage visited Leadville once, and it fell
to the lot of the good Maj. Bohn to show him
th 9 town. "I want to see it all," said the
preacher, and the major gave up two nights
to the job. Some time after midnight of the
second round the pair drew up in front of
the hotel.
"Have I seen everything?" asked the di
vine.
"Everything," replied the major, conscien
tiously.
"I have been much instructed," said the
preacher. . , _
He had "slummed" extensively in New
York, but be admitted that Leadville could
give him points. Standing on Harrison
avenue ami looking westward
street the visitor has spread before him a dis
trict of a few hundred yards which contains
more concentrated wickedness than any
similar strip of ground on the American con
tinent, New York not barred. Vice here
displays her most hideous mien, and is rap
turously embraced. The locality is given up
without a protest to those who inhabit it.
Leadville authority only says "life aud
property must be safe here," nnd further
than that does not interfere.—Globe-Demo
crat
THE COST OF FINE PIANOS.
An Alleged 850,000 Investment—Prices
of "Wealthy Men's Instruments.
The one subject of which piano dealers and
piano manufacturers and workmen in piuno
factories have been talking for the past few
days, is the piano said to be for Mr. Henry
G. Marquand, with five figures following the
dollar mark in the invoice thus: $40,950. No
such price as $40,950 was ever paid for a
piano before, but no prophet will venture to
say that no one will ever pay so much again.
"What do you think about such a piano?"
said a reporter to an uptown music dealer.
"Had you arrived at the age of maturity
before the war of the rebellion began," said
the dealer, "and had you been of a cynical
disposition at that time, you would have been
interested, not to say astounded, at the largo
sums of money paid as income taxes by men
in this town. It gave one notoi iety to pay a
large income tax, and no one was debarred
from paying as good a tax as he chose. Per
haps a piano could be built with that sum,
but it would have to be inlaid with gold and
have the monogram set in diamonds before
the bill could honestly call for half as much
as that."
"What, then, do the elegant pianos of the
men of great wealth cost?"
"Ordinarily from $1,500 to $2,000. Mrs.
Jay Gould bought one recently that cost $2,
500. It was an upright grand and just as
line an instrument in everything that goes to
make a piano as ever left the factory of one
of the best known makers in the city. C. P.
Huntington has recently purchased a piano.
His cost $2,000, while Judge Hilton, another
millionaire, got one not long ago for which
ho paid a little more than $2,200, I believe.
Now, these instruments were the very l»est
the workmen could produce. The builders
knew, of course, that it would help them to
sell fine pianos to other families if such jieople
as these had their make of instruments. The
choicest woods, seasoned to the exact dot,
were used in the cases; extra quality cloth
worth $1S a yard, where the ordinary stuff
used is worth from $5 to $10, went to the ac
tions; the ivory was selected from perhaps a
hundred different tusks, and so on from the
casters under the legs to the varnish on top,
everything was the best. The monograms
were worked out in gold or antique metal, or
some other expensive stuff, and when the in
struments were set up in the parlors of the
purchasers there was a richness to the tones
that would enchant any one. And the tone
was there to remain; such an instrument will
last wonderfully'. But, after all, you can get
just as good an instrument, one with pre
cisely the same tones and one that will last
just as well, for less than half the money' paid
by Mr. Gould."—New Y'ork Sun.
C«i)i]>liineiiting a Young Hero.
I saw Blanche Roosevelt lift a man from a
dusty business street into a half heaven of
gratified complacency once by a few words
and a soft and mellow look from her big blue
eyes. It was on Park row, and she had just
stepped into her carriage when a sturdy
young fellow saw an old woman pause and
stagger in front of a team of horses. She
was on crutches. We all saw her. There
was no real danger. No one moved for a
moment, and we stood staring at her with
the stolidity born of the muggy heat, when the
sturdy young man jumped forward, took her
in his arms, and carried her quietly to the
walk. Then he colored, and looked ashamed.
The woman thanked him awkwardly with a
trembling lip, and be nodded half surlily and
started on, but before he had gone a dozen
steps Blanche Roosevelt jumped from the
carriage—nearly bowling me over thereby—
and running up to the red faced youth seized
one of his hands and gave it an ecstatic lit
tle squeeze. He turned and found a woman's
face looking into his. It was a wonderfully
expressive face. The eyes spoke volumes.
He looked into them and seemed transfixed.
Miss Roosevelt smiled, and said, in a soft
voice, as though whispering to a baby:
"You're a good fellow, you are—a gooJ
fellow."
Then she dashed back into the carriage,
while the man's chest swelled out, and he
stood looking after her, breathing in veritable
gulps. ,
"He'll lie aghast with delight for a week," 1
said as I closed the carriage door.
"Do you know what he is?" said the girl,
peeping back at him as he stood peering botlY
after her. "He's a hero—if he does turn in
his toes."—Blakely Hall in The Argonaut.
The Hotels of London.
In London there are a numlier of strictly
first class hotels, like the Metropole and the
Victoria, for example; but they are patron
ized almost exclusively by Americans. Eng
lishmen prefer the very small hotels, almost
like our boarding houses, except that meals
are served in the rooms. I have stopped at
several of these—at Claridge's and at Ed
wards'—the famous resorts of royalty, and I
have always been annoyed by the obtrusive
and overwhelming character of the attend
ance. You arrive, and the doors are thrown
open with a grand flourish, the servants greet
you with Oriental reverence; one of them
brings you the inevitable "jug" of hot w ater,
and you proceed to wash your hands. Ter
liaps in the course of that operation you pass
into another room for an instant, and, on
your return, with your hands still covered
with soap, you find that the jug, water and
all, have mysteriously disappeared, nnd you
are obliged to begin over again. Indeed, I
have found this unceasing service very dis
agreeable.—Mrs. Frank Leslie's Letter.
Cure of Whooping Cough.
The author has found that fumigation with
sulphurous acid will frequently succeed in
immediately arresting whooping cough. Ilis
methods consist in having the child dressed
in entirely clean clothes in the morning and
removed from the apartment; then, in the
sleeping room, as well as the other rooms oc
cupied by the patient, his bed clothing,
clothes, toys and everything which is wash
able should be bung up; then sulphur should
be burned in the rooms at the rate of twenty
five grammes for each cubic meter of space,
and the rooms should remain closed and sub
jected to the fumes of the sulphur for five
hours. Then everything should be aired, and
at night the child should be put to bed in his
room" which is thu9 completely disinfected.
Nothing else is requisite, and even in rebel
lious cases the effect of this disinfected at
mosphere will be found to be effective.—"A.
F. C.," Archives of Pediatries; Massachusetts
Medical Journal.
MOST NORTHERN TOWN.
ODD WAYS OF LIFE IN NORWAY'S
REMOTEST VILLAGE.
Under the Midnight Sun—A Flace Where
the Only Grass That Grows Is Found
on the Housetops—A Drunken Lap
lander.
There is in mailing a letter at the northern
most town in the world a sentimental feeling
of satisfaction which has nothing to do with
a desire that it shall arrive sooner at its desti
nation. This epistle w ill accompany me on
the eight day journey south, and I might
write it at any time during the voyage, but I
shall take it ashore this morning and I shall
hope that the Hammerfest postoffiee authori
ties will find time to stamp it with their own
postmark. To do this it will be necessary for
them to be awake. I remember that when I
was last in Hammerfest, at 8 o'clock yester
day morning, not a soul was stirring in the
place. The long arctic day had tired them
out, and they slept late. I myself was tired,
for I had remained up until 4 to see the
scenery of the coast; but when the ship
dropped anchor in the harbor an admirable
curiosity had urged mo to secure a solitary
boatman, who rowed me ashore for the sum
of two and a half cents.
As I walked along the main street I found
myself endeavoring to fasten on my mind the
features of Hammerfest by a comparison
with Tromsoe, the other city of this Ultima
Thule, where I had passed the day before.
Tromsoe was a cheerful place, lying on the
slopes of a green, hilly island by the blue
.raters of a long sound. Even within the
arctic circle it was a very hot day; there was
a luxurious growth of dwarf birches and
wild cherry trees, and at the end of every
lane there was the background of green hill
side to be seen, from which the grass seemed
to run down all over the place, covering the
doorsteps and the walks.
Had it not also been sunny at Hammerfest
I should have been ready to shiver. The
town seemed to be a band of little wooden
houses built in a long half circle round the
harbor under a wall of cliffs from which
many stones had fallen. If the grass was
everywhere at Tromsoe, the rocks were every
where at Hammerfest, for I was made con
scious of them at every turn. When the sun
presently went under a cloud and it grew
chilly, I was reminded whenever I looked
that I was standing under the cold and frown
ing brow of a precipice. Hammerfest, I was
told, had a West End, where the finest houses
und the hotel were, and I proceeded thither
along the middle of the silent street. On
either side ran rows of houses on a raised
bank; in front of them was a narrow side
walk to w hich one might ascend by occasional
flights of steps; but the stones of the walk
were jagged and dangerous, and the little
square windows were too jealously high in
any case for a passer-by to look in. Among
the many w hite painted signs I hoped to bavo
found at least one "Bageri" open, where I
might get some coffee and bread, but in vain;
there was not a soul in Hammerfest awake.
I pinned inv faith on that hotel in the West
End of which I had heard, and went further.
I have never lieen in a place so forbidding
and destitute of soil for verdure as this. The
only grass grew on the housetops, forced by
the warmer air from beneath.
Taking a turn, however, to the left I ar
rived at the theatre—a low, w ooden building,
forty feet long, where performances were to
be given once a week in the "season," so a
notice read. Behind the theatre there was an
expanse of sward strewn with blocks of
stone, close under the cliff. Fart of it was
used as u cemetery overlooking the cold
Arctic sea, part was a pasture ground for
geese and goats. As I stood there gazing the
silence was broken by a hoarse croak, and I
perceived hopping about upon a housetop,
and in and out of a chimney, where he pre
sumably kept a hoard, a large Norwegian
crow, with black back and gray breast and
legs, like a respectable gentleman in black
coat and smalls. On the same roof a little
kid was eagerly pasturing. In the road at
my feet one of the fox like, sharp eared rein
deer dogs of the Lapps was gnaw ing a bone.
After a haif mi jo walk I tyrived in the
West End, where I observed that no grass
grew on the roofs of the houses. One palace,
indeed, had two rows of seven high windows
on its side and two windows at its end. The
mayor of Hammerfest must, I fancy, have
resided here. Opposite to me was a place of
greater interest, the "Hotel of the North
Foie." Its door was open, and hunger com
pelled me boldly to intrude myself upon its
sleeping inmates. In a room on the right,
hung with furs and Lapp costumes for sale,
on a large lied lay a cat surrounded by five
blind kittens newly born. On another door I
read " jisestue," which I took to mean eat
ing room. In an apartment beyond this I
found the landlord and landlady and four
children in all stages of undress. They gave
me some very good coffee, and tliey advised
me in broken English to return to the boat
stage by a new way along the wharves,where
I might see the ships. The ships were mostly
Russian, from Archangel and the White Sea,
and I experienced a strange sensation of re
moteness when I found that I was unable
even to read the letters of their names.
On the counter of a diminutive bookshop
where I stopped to buy some stamps I was as
tonished to see a book entitled "Fra Civilisa
tionens Overdrev, af Mark Twain." I took
this to mean "From excess of civilization,"
and as I left the shop I was racking my brain
to imagine w hat book this could be, when I
made an acquaintance whose condition ex
plained to me that the book was certainly an
unheard of tract by the humorist, distributed
about Hammerfest in the interest of the tem
perance cause. Civilization had ad my friend
into excess of "finkel" and he was drunk; hut
unlike a Russian, lie was good natured, for he
was a Lapp, one of that outlandish race of
nomad dwarfs whose figures give such strange
and marked character to the street corners
of Hammerfest and Tromsoe in the summer
time, when they come down from the moun
tains to fish. He was very friendly, and I
gave him a cigarette, which he was unable to
manage until I showed him how it was to be
lit and smoked. He puffed away with a de
lightful grin upon his wizen ape like face un
til finding that it disappeared very fast and
that it was not as strong as his pipe, he threw
the cigarette on the ground and, lighting his
pipe, staggered off along the wharf. He had,
like other Lapps, a Mongolian cast of feat
ures, with small almond shaped eyes and lii£b
angular cheek benes; and these, w ith his bow
legs, made his appearance suggestive of two
triangles, one above the other. He wore
thick, heavy pointed shoes of leather and col
ored bands "of worsted about his ankles, and
black greasy leggings of whale skin fitted his
limbs as tightly os if they were his own hide.
He had a great coat of reindeer skin with the
fur half worn awav and girded in -* *'~
waist wiLli a many colored beaded belt, from
which hung a white bone handled knife. On
his head was set a high pear shaped cap of
blue cloth trimmed with red and yellow, al
most like an empty bag, w hich for some rea
son stood up pertly in the air. From under
the cap his long, wiry black hair hung down
sallow, greasy cheeks, which he had chosen to
shave smooth, though other men of his kind
wear beards of every description of horror.—
Jonathan Sturges in New York Times.
THE OLD TIME RIVER DOGS.
A Veteran Captain Regrets tlie Tameness
ot Modern Navigation.
"Steamboating ain't what it used to lie,"
said a veteran captain, and, as he brooded
over the days when every trip of a boat was
characterized by some stirring event which
made indelible impressions on the officers,
passengers and crew, his face assumed a mel
ancholy east. "Nowadays steamers ply up
and down the Mississippi in regular old seven
and-six style, with nothing but sociability
among passengers to relieve tiresome mo
notony.
"In the palmy days of Capt. James Lee. Sr.,
with whom I served on more than one boat,
wo never had any such quiet and order as
now reigns. I do not mean that the times
were tough or outlawry on board the steam
ers prevailed, but there was excitement—
something to keep us interested. The cap
tain always took charge of everything of
that sort, fully protecting his passengers.
"One was when he commanded a steamer
in the Memphis and Vicksburg trade. At
the latter point three tough passengers got
aboard, all heavily armed, and one of whom
had killed a man only two or three days be
fore. Although boisterous, they kicked up
no disturbance until the boat was about to
land at Memphis. Then they became engaged
in a squabble with the clerk, a sickly, con
sumptive looking young man, about some
trivial item. The captain watched the progress
of the row until he thought it had gone
far enough, when he quietly appeared
on the scene and suggested that they do
their quarreling where they got their whis
ky. This nettled the rowdies, who turned
their attention to the new comer, stating that
they would rai e a row whenever it pleased
them. Of course the captain objected and
there was a fight. »Squaring himself he
knocked down the first man to reach him,
and was preparing to receive fhe murderer
when the third, w ith a long knife, made for
him in the rear. Seeing the danger the clerk
seized a heavy iron poker and dealt the would
be assassin a heavy blow across the head,
knocking him senseless. This about disposed
of all save the murderer, and lie and the cap
tain clinched. Both were powerful and
plucky. They struggled out to tlie cabin
stairway and rolled down, Capt. Lee on top.
"By this time the boat had lauded and the
first mate was ashore. Perceiving the fight
he ran aboard, jerked off his coat and hat,
threw them on the deck and almost danced
for joy as lie exclaimed: 'Let him go, cap
tain; this is my fight.' He sailed in, and the
captain allowed him to take cliaige. Tho
two men fought and fell, the mate underneath.
Capt. Lee reached down and placed his
substitute on top, but his antagonist soon
floored him again. Two or three times the
positions were reversed by the captain's in
terference, and always with the same result,
until finally the police arrived and arrested
the cause of the trouble. As he marched away
he boastingly said: " I've got the worst of it,
but it took the whole boat. Come at me one
at the time and I'll lick the entire crew 1' But
the mate 1 lie looked as if he had lieen drawn
through a sausage mill. Capt. Lee took him
aft, washed and condoled with him and gave
him a stimulant. When the power of speech
returned the willing but insufficient substi
tute remarked: 'Captain, I owe you an apol
ogy. That was not my fight.' The man who
did him up and was arrested received a heavy
fine and short imprisonment sentence from
the court."
Capt. Lee, Sr., is now in his eightieth year,
takes life easy and leaves the fighting to his
worth}' son, who follows in the footsteps of
his venerable and respected sire when it be
comes necessary to hold his own.—Memphis
Appeal. _
Mischief of Owning a Horse.
How many people are there in the world
who are sensible enough to jot down as one
of their reasons for devout gratitude in life
the fact that they have never had money
enough to be able to afford a horse and car
riage* Not that there is any harm in having
a neighbor who is burdened with one, espe
cially when, once in a while, he takes you a
fine drive. Still, it is always a wise thing to
be on one's guard against such a neighbor,
and to keep perpetually on the lips the
prayer: "Lead us not into temptation." The
fatal temptation of a horse's four legs is to
lead a man to forget that he has two of
his own, which, if kept in serviceable order,
can carry him, body, mind and soul, into a
thousand places into which tho horse's legs
could never take him—over fences and
through woods and upland pastures, along
the rocky courses of leaping mountain brooks,
high above the clouds on summits of Pisgah
outlook, and over the ridges of precipitous
cliffs, springing sheer from the ocean, surges
thundering and foaming at their base.
Now, the mischief of owning a horse is
that one so socn becomes his slave, nnd is
forced to go merely where the brute, un
æsthetical beast, can travel. No matter how
dusty the highway, or how delightful it
would be to strike across country, still
straight along tlie dusty highway must the
half suffocated victim go. He has no legs of
his own. They have gone to the dogs, like
his classical studies, through sheer lack of
use; and all the fine machinery connected
with them—deep breathing lungs and stout
beating heart—have suffered the same col
lapse.—Boston Herald.
Cooking Vegetables.
Salt and water boils at a higher tempera
ture than water alone, so a little salt should
be added to the water in which all vegetables
are cooked; even if the receipt calls for more
seasoning at the last. 'A teaspoonful of salt
to a quart of water is the right proportion.—
Chicago Times. _
Plaster busts may be cleaned by dipping
them into thick liquid cold starch mixed with
cold water—and brushing them when dry.
If you drop soot on the carpet, cover thickly
with salt, and it may be swept up without
blacking the carpet.
The management of eight London theaters
is in the hands of women.
Place a dish of water in the oven when cake
is baking to prevent its scorching.
Dried seaweed has been a favorite means of
bonnet ornamentation by the Parisians.
CHEATERS OF TOILERS.
HOW THEY ARE SERVED BY THE
WOMEN'S PROTECTIVE UNIONS.
Some of the Cases Undertaken by tlie
Organization in New Turk—How Male
Swindlers Are Brought to Terms—The
Complaints.
A pretty, dark eyed girl, with a delicate face
which was not less attractive because of some
traces of sorrow upon it, entered the office of
Working Women's Protective union one day
recently.
"I want to get mv money," she said to the
superintendent. "Madam- (and she
gave the name of a fashionable Fifth avenue
dressmaker) owes hip $58 for work."
"Oh, yes," said the superintendent. "We
know that dressmaker. You are not the first
one to complain against her."
Then the dark eyed girl told her story.
Her father was an Italian artist in England.
She came to this country with her brother,
and he deserted her. She used her needle to
support herself in various places, and finally
answered the Fifth avenue dressmaker's ad
vertisement for a finisher at $10 a week. The
dressmaker paid her a little at a time, but
never all she owed. She wanted tho $38 due
her to pay her passage back to England,
where her father was. The dressmaker told
her that she had spoiled her work, which was
not true, because she had seen tlie work ac
cepted by the customers.
The superintendent, believing the girl's
story, opened her batteries on tlie fashionable
dressmaker by sending her the following:
"Madam -: A complaint against you
has been left at this office by-. w ho alleges
that you owe her $38 which she is unable to
collect. If there is any just cause why she
should not receive this money, you will please
make it personally known to us within three
days, or 4-e we shall be obliged to assume
that your silence is an admission of the debt,
and to place tlie matter before the court for
collection. Yours respectfully,
"M. W. Ferrer, Superintendent."
"We will have that money for you to-mor
row, I think," said the superintendent to the
girl, and turning to the reporter she said:
"That madam has refused several times to
pay similar claims, but has always done so
when they were presented by the union. We
have collected about $500 from her in small
sums for poor girls. Very little difficulty is
experienced in collecting these claims after
employers thoroughly comprehend that they
have to deal with a powerful organization,
and not w ith a defenseless working woman."
"Against what class of employers do you
receive most complaints?"
"Against dressmakers, I think. Why, I
know of one doing business now who has de
frauded thirty girls at least, for we have that
man} judgments against her. Bhe has a
large nouse elegantly furnished with furni
ture obtained on the installment plan, aud
that we ran t touch till the installments are
paid. Hlie is a very shrewd woman, and has
fixed all her property so we cannot get at it."
The female employers, explained the super
intendent, always cause the union the most
trouble. There is a section of the code where
by a man against whom a judgment has been
obtained for unpaid wages to a female em
ploye, and who has no property in sight to
attach, can be arrested and imprisoned for
fifteen days. Necktie makers, glove makers
and little manufacturers are continually de
frauding their girls, but the w ise girls who
take their claims to tho union generally get
their money.
Ono class of these swindlers of women, after
so many operations in one city as to make a
continued residence warm for them, remove
to another city and begin the same business.
But there are other unions in other cities.
Recently a man, a well known milliner and
dressmaker in Philadelphia, swindled lots of
his girls, and the Philadelphia Women's Pro
tective union took proceedings against him.
He picked up his property and came to this
city. The girls' claims were turned over to
the union here, and a judgme't was obtained
against him. But the swindler, though very
shrewd, didn't know of the clause in tlie code,
and so paid no attention to the judgment.
When he was told about that clause by an
officer of the law, he whistled, and then paid
the full amount with costs.
No claim is too small for the union to take
up. Suit for twenty-five cents has been
brought several times, and after going
through the usual process the money has
been collected.
The excuses invented by these sharks of the
workshop are very numerous, and many of
them amusing. A common one is that the
work which a girl has performed is unsatis
factory, though the tfork is taken just the
same. This excuse didn't pass the other day
with a nimble fingered girl, skillful at fancy
work. She had undertaken the embroidering
of daisies on felt, at the magnificent pay of
one and a quarter cents each. She had
finished 205 of the daisies, when she asked her
employer, a woman, who kept a fancy work
store, for pay for them. The employer had
a bad habit of finding fault with girls' work,
and then deducting a certain amount from
their wages.
It costs no girl anything to enlist the ser
vices of the union. Tiint is one of the princi
ples on which it was founded. It is a society
that does a great deal of good with a very
little money, not to protect idling, frivolous
women, but women who work. According
to the secretary's report, the union has an
swered since its establishment, in the time of
the civil war and up to January, 1887, 290,
415 applications, furnished 48,107 employ
ments, prosecuted 10,123 complaints of fraud,
recovered and paid to workingwomen $35,
372.57, in sums averaging $3.49.
Girls of all sorts of vocations go to t:ie
office to lodge their complaints. Typewriters
and stenographers go often to complain that
the lawyers for whom the j have been work
ing won't pay them. But the lawyers do pay
after they receive that little opening letter,
which is simply an announcement that they
will be dragged into court and imprisoned if
they don't pay. Actresses who can t get
their pay from managers of trawling com
panies, washwomen who can't get at the peo
ple they have washed for to eolleet their
dues, waiters in restaurants who get on an
average of $3.50 a week when they get it at
all, fan and necktie makers who more often
than others work for nothing, and sewing
girls in many different branches of trade are
constant patrons and beneficiaries of the Wo
men's Protective Union.—New York Sun.
Kansas Hyperbole.
jjeavenworth, in comparison to any other
city In the state, is as an electric light to a
tallow candle. She is the diligent daisy, the
diamond depository of the daring, dauntless
commonwealth of Kansas. If you are not
satisfied now, ring up telephone 20.—Leaven
worth Pioneer.
WOMAN AND HOME.
A BIT OF HOUSEKEEPING DONE BY
TWO RAILROAD MEN.
Decorative Hints Worth llcciling—llelp
Ing Baby to Walk—Creole's Old Fash
ioned Ideas—Lack of Cleanliness—Secret
oT Economy—London Shopping.
Let me tell you of a bit of housekeeping
done one winter by two men; and because it
helped them to be better when they might
have easily grown worse, and because by
means of it they were enabled to make cheer
ful a winter which had bidden fair to be
dreary, I think we must call it good house
keeping. The last trip of the train on which
they were employed took them away from
home late in the evening, and left them for
the nights and Sundays at tlie terminus of a
short branch line.
The elder was an engineer, who by reason
of his recent promotion to that position had
not yet attained full pay, and had just gone
to housekeeping in a plain, everyday fashion
which he hoped to better by and by. I dare
Bay he had married far too young, and his
wife was quite inexperienced, and learned
how to keep house by dint of doing it. But
because of the wife and baby, and the house
keeping, he did not feel able to pay for lodg
ing and Sunday meals away from home.
So he decided to carry his food from home,
nnd sleep in tho round house (the building
where the locomotive was stored), and he was
very glad to get a companion in the person of
the new brakeman, just commencing railroad
life. He was a lad of 18, fresh from an up
country home, fairly pushed out of tlie home
nest, a loving shelter though it had been to
him, by the pressure of the numerous younger
brothers and sisters, and he bad not only to
shift for himself, but to help the jo dear ones
if he found that he could. He was a good
lad, full of right intentions, but of course
ready to be influenced by his companions and
surrounding!.
They asked for and obtained some bunks
and some car cushions in lieu of mattresses,
nnd with thick dark quilts from home and
the glowing fire in the huge stove they were
very comfortable as far as lodging was con
cerned. But the Sundays were not so pleas
ant. A locomotive round house lias few
charms as a dwelling. This particu'ar one
had in its favor that, not being on the main
line, it held only the one locomotive, and the
fire being dumped on Saturday night there
was neither smoke nor steam; but such places
are never over clean. Then they were obliged
to wear working clothes for the trip up on
Saturday night, and they did not feel neat
nor well dressed, nor could they so attired at
tend church.
The engineer pondered the matter much.
These were not the Sundays for which he had
planned. My knights of the dinner pail re
solved, first of all, that they would dress as
well on Simflay sY they would have done if
at home. Their bags were packed with clean
linen and their Sunday suits were carried up
on »Saturday night. It was an easy matter
to drive up nails to hang up tho working
suits.
They spread down clean sacking where
were no boards; it was easily taken up, shaken
and folded away during the week. A piece
of iron bar heated in the glowing coals of the
stove and dropped into a pail of water
warmed it sufficiently for a sponge bath, and
that and clean clothes restored the feeling of
tidiness they had so missed.
Those same glowing coals suggested the
possibility of giving their food a little more
of a home like aspect. The thing grew, plates,
cups and saucers and the like, were carried
from home and kept in a locked cupboard.
They gathered together vinegar, pepper, salt,
mustard, pepper sauce, horse radish, a bottle
of pickles, carried crackers, butter, and such
thiugs in small quantities, and a tin dish or
two. There are a great many cooking possi
bilities in a quart tin dipper and a good lire.
The bread was carried in the loaf that it
might not dry so soon as if sliced. A little
tin pail of baked beans was carried every
Saturday by the engineer; the brakeman
brought another of oysters, and these last
were stewed in a little saucepan that easily
went in at the stove door. A piece of sheet
iron just large enough to slide in at the same
aperture, had its edges turned up on three
sides, and served excellently to roast oysters
or clams in the shell. A wire bread toaster
answered admirably for a meat broiler if
they preferred beefsteak to oysters. A firmly
propped up board served for a table, and
round, solid sticks of wood, with square
boards nailed on them, made seats.
The meals over and the dishes tidily washed
up, they were fit for church, and often went.
They carried books and papers from home
and read them aloud. Of course there were
innumerable jokes at their expense, but out
of their comfort and tidiness they could afford
to laugh with the jokers. And the laughers
were glad to come in of an afternoon, and
enjoy the fire and the last illustrated paper.
After that winter the two were never
again in such close companionship. The lad
became first a fireman and then an engineer
on another road, and ripened into a steady,
reliable man, a stay and comfort to those de
pendent upon him. He sometimes met his
old mentor and aUuded to the winter when
they had passed th?»r Sundays together in the
roundhouse as a time of profit, and gave evi
dence that the good home habits with which
he had gone out into the world were then con
firmed ami strengthened to last him through
his brief life.
For while yet young in manhood, one night
in early spring, the track slid away under his
engine, carrying the train down a steep em
bankment to the rocky bed of a river.
Though fatally burned by escaping steam, he
struggled out of the heavy impeding coat,
climbed the height, heaven knows how, and
Btaggered in the early dusk, blinded by fall
ing snow, half a mile down the track, to ap
pear before a standing train a reeling, sway
ing figure, batless, coatless and with visage
so blackened ami distorted as to be unrecog
nizable, shouting incoherent words of warn
ing. And yet no one who knew him evinced
any surprise when his story was told in pul>
lic print. "It was like him," they said.—H.
Annette Poole in Good Housekeeping.
What Mrs. Brown Thought.
"Where have you been?" asks Mrs. Brown
at the theatre of Mr. B., just out between
the acts.
"Oh, just out tosee n man," replied Brown.
"When did he die?"
"When did who die?"
"The man you w ent out to see."
"Whatare you talking about:''
"Well, judging from your breath, it must
have been a spirit you saw."— New York Sun.

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