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mwmjâ •••••• •XVH. Volume XX2. Helena, Montana, Thursday, January 12, 1888. No. <f ïfc < Ê3ceItI|| ||craW. R. E. FISK D. W. FISK. A. J. FISK Publishers and Proprietors. Largest Circulation of any Paper in Montana -o Rates of Subscription. WEEKLY °HERALD : One Year. (In advance) .............................S3 00 Six Months, (In advance)............................... 1 75 Three Months, (in advance)........................... 1 00 When not paid for in advance the rate will be Four Dollars per year^ Postage, in all cases. Prepaid. DAILY HERALD: City Subscribers,delivered by carrier 31.00a month One Year, by mail, (in advance)................. ?9 00 Six Months, by mail, (in advance)............... 5 00 Three Months, by mail, (in advance)........... 2 50 If not paid in advance, 812 per annum. tCf -All communications should be addressed to FISK BROS., Publishero, Helena, Montana. THE FUTURE STATE. The following is by Willis B. Hawkins in the Chicago News : On far Dakota's snowy plain, Where wintry winds went sighing, Unheedful of their swelling strain, A patriot lay dying. A holy friar, parsing by. His lonely way pursuing. Perceived the man about to die. And, quiet his cloak Undoing, He wrapped it 'round the luckless wight, And chafed him well with brandy— A liquor which, on such a night, Pomes in ex' eeding handy. The brardy made, a* * brandy will. Immediate impression ; The friar, bending o'er him still, Exhorted to confession. "One ruling sin I would confets To thee, oh, holy friar. Alas, I've been, as thou mayst gU' SS, A most tremendous liar." • Post thou bel'eve," the friar said. "Since now this sin is shriven That w hen thy mortal part is dead. Thy soul will dwell in heaven?" "I know not what mav follow death ; No man's asseveration Convinces me that loss of breath Is not annihi'ation." "Expeetest thou not a future state ?" "Ah, yes, we've got our quota: I think they'll end the long debate Kv taking in Dakota." A MARINE PICTURE. A broad hay stretching to the distance With curving sweep in lengthened reach, Framed in with sands of golden richness. Inlaid with rocks along the beach ; Just back of these the slopes and passes— A glorious background for the scene— With nodding flowers and wavinR grasses L*ke velvet cushions placed between. c Near by the r~ar of mufllad billows Uplifting heavenward mighty hands. And waste their strength in restless tossings, Or whisper secrets to the sands Of tempe-ts dread and shattered vessels, Of corpes rocked on distant waves. Of tropic palms and iceberg masses Which mark the sailors' simple graves. Of coral grots and oaves of ocean Where hide the secrets of the seas. Of island lovers loitering slowly Mid flowers which scent the tropic breeze. Of waves which mirror smiles and blisses— Which twine together o'er and o'er— And even mock their sighs and kisses In geot'e lisps against the shore. We see the forms of grotesque creatures. The sunbeams flash on silvered scales. The seaweeds trail like mermaid tresses: And soumis subdued of distant gales Come sott and low in gentle murmurs. Or organ voices, deep and stiong. Which distant echoes soothe and soften To notes which memory treasures long. All these and more no words can utter Come to me from the beauteous sea ; Its voice, which sings God's noblest anthems, Revealing hidden things to me ; Glad tilings or sad. which ever linger And in my heart's deep chambers dwell. As sounds of waves hide long and whisper Within some pink-lined ocean shell ; Or e'hoes of some sweet-toned bell. Or voices loved and treasured well. A VIOLET. A violet dewy anil dainty and blue, With the delicate freshness of heaven's own hue, And my love, sweet love, with her ripe, red lip«, Fweeter than flowers where the wild bee sips. Pressed a long kiss on the petals fair. To gladden tny soul as I left her there. ' Keep it. dear love, and though far away, It will tell what my lips refuse to say." _ So 1 kept it for many a long, long day, " ' ** 1 keep it now and I will alway, _______ For withered and dead, its dainty hue : Ftill tells me a story of love most true, _ ■ tvu. Tells me the story 1 love to hear Of the life that has grown so heavenly dear. And the old, old tale grows tiresome, never, For the hand that gave it is mine forever. —James Clarence Harvey in Home Journal. ANTICIPATION. Our lives are mostly passed in dim to-morrows, Whose only light shines on them from todays, Reflected by ourselves, and much or little. According as our brightness throws the rays. If we remain today within the shadow The morrow looms up darkly in our sight, Put if the sunlight shine out full upon us. The coming day conceuls all but the bright. —C. M. Hammond. The Waiter Sizes Him Up. Fie tips his hat to ladies fair, He oft tips tables weighty, He tips the scales, his friends declare. At something like one eighty. He tips a wink to ballet girls When he's at the theatre, But still I hold him prince ol churls, He never tips the waiter. —Boston Courier. Death of Gen. Pliil Kearny. The death of Gen. Phil Kearny at Chaç tilly has always been shrouded in my* tery. He was killed instantly, but the circumstances which led to his death have hitherto been kept very quiet Gen. Pierce Young, of Georgia, has just returned from St Petersburg, where he was United States consul general He was a Confederate officer during the war, and says that at Chantilly he and his command unexpectedly sur rounded Kearny and his staff. Young, who had been a classmate and friend of Kearny, motioned to the Union general to escape. Kearny saw the signal but before he could take advantage of it was shot dead by the rebel troops.—New York World. Striving to Please. Old Lady (sharply to boy in drug store)— I've been waitin' for some time to be waited on, boy. Boy (meekly)—Yes'um; wot kin I do fer you? Old Lady—I want a two cent stamp. Boy (anxious to please)—Yes'um. Will you have it licked?—New York Sun. CONCERNING THE BEAN QUESTION. Recipes from a Region Where Beans Can Never Be Cooked. "What is your recipe for baking beans?" The question was asked of several individ uals of extended experience. Landlord Allen, of the Hotel Hamilton, who sat over against the big and finely painted screen that adorns his dining room, and bears an excellent likeness of that lover of good things, Louis Leib, in the makeup of Falstaff, had no decided opinion as to baking beans, but his former business partner, who was with him, said: "I wouldn't bake them. I would fry them. Boil them three or four hours, then drain them, put them in a spider with salt pork, and fry them to a rich brown." John Snelling, the warm personal friend of Senator Mahone, said: "Down south they have a habit of cooking the beans according to the approved method and then mashing them. I am fond of beans, but I did not learn how to bake them until I came here. I soak them until they become soft, put them in an earthen jar with a little pork, season with pepper and salt, turn a little molasses on the top of them, put the jar in the oven and let the beans bake. I always cook them myself, and I imagine I know how to do it well." "I have not yet become thoroughly ac quainted with the baked bean," said Bill Nye. "Up in Laramie, where I held office, baked beans were unobtainable at any price. The altitude of Laramie, like the prices that rule there, is very high, and it was found impos sible to boil beans there with any degree of success, let alone baking them. The only way they could be cooked was to put a little saleratus in the water in which they were boiling, but under the best conditions the beans are liable to be about as hard and un palatable as marbles." They have a tradition in Germany that beans can only be properly cooked when soaked in clear spring water. The host of Heim s restaurant on Twenty-seventh street, whose recipe did not materially differ from that of the other epicures, was very particu lar as to the manner that they should be soaked and prepared before baking. He soaks them about fom* hours and then bakes'them in a dripping ®n with a little piece of scored pork. Mr. Hill, the theatrical manager, who is a typical Yankee and an adept at baking beans, believes that they should be soaked or parboiled, drained and then put in a sheet iron box. A hole in the ground should be hollowed out and a fire built in it. When the burning has gone on long enough to make the desired degree of heat remove the brands, put in the box of beans with a piece of pork on top of it, cover up the box and let the con tents gradually but surely reach the desired degree of perfection.--New York Evening Sun. _ JfcK There's Something in a Name. When one of the finest lake barges of the build of a few years ago was about to be launched, one of her owners was told that the boat would bo christened the Megalosauras. He protested against the name, basing his objections on the well known tendency of sailors to shorten such long appellations. His reasoning prevailed. Senator Palmer being of the party that discussed vessel nomenclature on this occa sion, was asked by Capt. Westcott to suggest a short, expressive name for a new craft. "I will," said he, "call her the Bum." This short, expressive appellation induced the reflection that the Norse or Finnish legends contained names suitable for lake craft, and there was instanced the poem Kalevala, dealing with the mythology of the Finns. In their earlier days on the shores of the Baltic, that people believed that there was a race of demigods who ruled objects in nature. There was Tapio, who ruled the forest; Aliti, the lakes and rivers; Tuoni,the realms of death. There were a sufficiency of alliterative names to suit the owners of fleets, such as Kyllikki, the beautiful maiden who scorned the addresses of Kauna; KuJlervo, the strong and courageous youth, Kaleva and Kaatrakoski. Senator Palmer said that Persian legends and poems abounded with pleasing names. Nourmahal, "the light of the harem," and Namouna, the enchantress, had been appro priated by the yachtsmen of the Atlantic. There was Bendemeer, Chilminar, Kauze roon, Cadessia and Azab. He was asked if he would adopt Feramorz, Fadiadeen and Mokanna, from Moore's "Lalla Rookh," and answered that he would not hesitate because they were distinctive and unhackneyed. There were plenty of others, Zelica, Mirzala, Zamara, Peri, Zaraph, Mahadi, Camadeva, Zemzern and Selama; and Israfil, who, the legend said, had the most melodious voice of all God's creatures.—Cor. Detroit Free Press. _ That Horse Taming Secret. Apropos of "Horse Whispering," a corre spondent points out that the mystery is very simply explained by Borrow. Here are his words in the "Romany Rye:" "I knew a cob in Ireland that could be driven to a state of kicking madness by a particular word used by a particular person in a particular tone; but that word was connected with a very painful operation which had been performed upon him by that individual, who had frequently employed it at a certain period while the ani mal had been under his treatment. The same cob could be soothed in a moment by another word used by the same individual in a very different kind of tone—the word 'deagh blasda,' or sweet tasted. Some time after the operation, while the cob was yet under his hands, the fellow—who was what the Irish /-nil a fairy smith—had done all he could to soothe the creature, and had at last succeeded by giving it gingerbread buttons, of which the cob became passionately fond. Invari ably, however, before giving it a button he said 'Deaghblasda,' with which word the cob by degrees associated an idea of u r . mix ed en joyment. So, if he could rouse the cob to madness by the word which recalled the tor ture to its remembrance, he could easily soothe it by the other word, which the cob knew would be instantly followed by the button, which the smith never failed to give him after using the word 'deaghblasda.' "—St. James' Gazette. Black Sheep Among Peer*. The London Telegraph finds 113 out of 5o0 peers worthy to sit in Westminster. The rest are black sheep and they who are hope lessly eccentric or congenitally stupid. The Telegraph suggests that the peers pick out a email minority and let them do the legislating for the crowd.—Chicago News. Alone Worth the rrlce of Admission. Visitor (to freak in dime museum)—You seem quite an ordinary person. V. hat s your SP Frolk-rm an elevated railroad brakeman who never told anybody to "step lively. Want a photograph? Visitor—Heavens 1 yes.—>ew York Sun. WILD PONIES OF THE COAST. Peculiarities of a Hardy Race of Horse* Called "Bankers"—The Corralling. On the banks or sand bars that divide tho Atlantic oceau from Pamlico sound, North Carolina, just inside the lighthouse that marks out to the mariner dreaded Cape Lookout, there is to be found a hardy race of ponies known as "bankers." Tiiese ponies have lived there as long as the tradition of the oldest inhabitant dates back. Entirely surrounded by deep water at all seasons, having no communication with the main land, and being barren of vegetation save a scanty growth of sedge grass and low shrubs, the banks have remained uninhabited except by these ponies, which seem to thrive and multiply in spite of the hardships to which they are exposed. How they first came there, or of what origin, is conjecture, and tradition merely hints the story of a violent storm, with its attendant shipwreck and loss of all on board, save a lot of ponies from some European port, which were cast upon the sands, and surviving the storm became the progenitors of the race of bankers now so numerous. Having to rely on instinct alone, these ani mals are a subject of study to the naturalist, as they are a prey not only to the driving sands but to the storms of the cape, that break upon and over the narrow sand bar and chang* with each recurring hurricane the topography of the country. The ponies, choosing the protected side of the sand hil locks, burrow deep into the yielding sand and stamp out a protected stall, where they take refuge from the storm; and, while many are destroyed, their number has increase«! Now the stock is owned and yearly herded by enterprising owners, who brand with a regis tered mark such old ones as are driven into the pens, and the colts of all, whiçh instiuo tively follow their dams Into the inclosure. This corralling is the event of the season, and takes place early in June, late in July and early in September of each year. The days selected are gala days, and the inhab itants of the coast, and even visitors from the interior of the state, gather to witness the sight. The herders, separating in squads, take their position far up the bank.«, and gradually forming by concert a continuous living fence—drawing in its line and forcing each stray pony before them—they approach the pens with shouts and yells that only bank's herders can produce. The excitement is intense as an occasional pony escapes through the surrounding, and then the line must be at once strengthened by reserves, for fear of a general stampede. As the fright ened ponies draw j ear the stockade they be come confused and seem to tread each other down, until finally they are safe within the inclosure. Now the expert herders with lassoes, accompanied by helpers shouting and wildly crying, select the animals designated by their owners, soon bringing them into subjection, and while the more refractory youngsters have to be thrown in order to be branded, the majority are held ^nd branded with the initial of their respective dams. This work done, the older ponies are picked out by speculators and individual purchasers, and caught and penned separately until they are sold, and, on flats or sail boats, brought to the mainland to be scattered over the state for use on the farms and as saddle ponies for the young folk.—American Agriculturist. Servants of an English Household. At family prayers the servants come in in regular order according to their position, housekeeper and ladies' maids first—the men (in their order) following the maids. The servants' dinners, too, are conducted with much ceremony. The under servants wait on the upper ones, etc. Indeed, the servants are great sticklers for and observers of rules of precedence, and conservera of social dig nity and etiquette among themselves. And they expect, and require, nay demand it, to an intensified degree among their masters and mistresses. A gentleman or lady who neglected to observe or follow any of the trivial niceties or ceremonies of high life would lose caste at once in the eyes of their servants, and forfeit, with their respect, all influence with them. I can fancy the effect on the groom of the chambers or the butler, if any gentleman ap peared at a home dinner except in full even ing dress. Why, not only would these men consider themselves degraded in the house, but scandalized throughout the neighbor hood, through which the tidings would soon spread. The only excuse to be made for a gentleman so wanting in dignity as to dine in a suit of dittoes would be that he was ec centric, and no one cares to be thought that. The ladies' maids, too, could never brook a failure to dress for dinner on the part of their misti esses. And sô, for fear of the resentful eye of the house steward or butler, smoking is confined to the smoking room; soup is never indulged in twice; beer not drunk at dinner save in one draught from a silker tankard handed to (and replaced by) the drinker on a silver waiter; and clothes are worn but a short time and "east" while they are really new. I have often contended, and will contend, that it is the servants who keep up, and through their influence exact, "good form" among the aristocracy. Were it not for them you wouldn't see half so many usages kept up or customs followed.—"Cock aigne" iu The Argonaut. The AmerVan Standard. Eu opeans say that we Americans value everything by a dollar and cent standard. We Americans refute this as a slander. Yet is it not significant that at Gettysburg, of all places in the land, the visitor is told first of all that the battlefield monuments cost such and such a sum? This is not wholly the fault of the j «articular guide or driver whom you may engage to take you to the scene of the momentous action. Experience has taught your pilot that the average visitor wishes to be told at once the exact cost of everything he sees, as if that w ere the chief element in its value, or as if it were any element of absolute value. Thus, when we drove to the National cemetery and stopped before the national column which Lincoln dedicated in immortal phrase, our driver began: "This monument cost $-"»0,000. " A murmur of approbation ran instantly through the human freightage of our coach. One individual, however, ex claimed: "Humph! Didn't cost within $25,000 as much as our monument at-, Massa chusetts. '—Boston Herald. Importation of Opinm. Since 187S there has been a large increase in the importation of opium to this country, and while a portion of the increase has been due to legitimate causes, the main cause is undoubtedly due to its pernicious use in opium joints and by means of the hypodermic syringe. Dr. Hammond, the great New York specialist, a!lvises physicians to make up the medicines they prescribe without letting the patient know wfcat they are com posed of, thus preventing them from dosing themselves or trying experiments.—St. Paul Pioneer Press. PREMIUMS! FOR HERALD SUBSCRIBERS. lO 3 QQQ =— N ew Subscribers W anted ! HELENA WEEKLY HERALD FOR T HE YEAR 1888 . YaluaMe Premium s Offered ! Head Carefully, Make Your Selec tions, and Send in YourlSub scriptions. THE HELENA WEEKLY HERALD is the Oldest, Largest and Best Weekly Newspaper published in Montana. It is so well and widely known that no word of ours is required by way of introduction. The publishers are desirous of accomplishing two objects _first, to add to their already large list of subscribers io,ooo Nr.tv Names ; second, to establish an absolute cash-in advance system, and thus do away with a double subscription price—$3.00 if paid in advance, and $4.00 if not paid in advance. To'accompbsh these results we have determined to offer DIVERSIFIED and VALU ABLE PREMIUMS. ALL SUBSCRIBERS WHOSE NAMES ARE NOW ON OUR SUBSCRIP TION BOOKS, WHO PAY UP ARREARAGES TO JANUARY 1, 1888, AND $3 FOR THE YEAR 1888, ARE ENTI TLED TO THE SAME PREMIUMS AND OFFERS ACCORDED TO NEW SUBSCRIBERS, Novels and Other Publications! We give below a list of Forty publications. Each one contains a complete, first-class novel or other work by a well-known and popular author. They are published in pamphlet form, printed on good paper with clear type, and some of them are handsomely illustrated. They comprise some cj the fines} >votLpç*er written by some of the greatest and most pop ular writers, both of America and Europe, and place the best literatuie of the day within the reach of every man and woman in Montana. Xo. 166. Wonders of the World. Natural and Other. Contains descriptions and illustrations of the most wonderful works of nature and of man. Very interesting and instructive. Xo. lliT. Wonders of the Sea. A description of the many wonderful and beautiful tilings found at the l«ottoin of the ocean, with profuse illus trations. No. 159. " A Pleasure Exertion,'' and Other Sketches. By Josiah Allen's Wife. A collection of irresistibly funny sketches by the most popu lar humorous writer of the day. No. 150. The Aunt Keziah Papers, by ( Tara Au gusta, author of "Tue Kugg Documents." A most ridiculously funny book—quite as laughable and in every way equal to " Widow Bedott. ' No. 164. Christinas Stor ies, by Charles Dickens. Contains a number of tl>e most charming < Christ mas stories ever written by the greatest writer of fiction who ever lived. Kach one is eoinplaie. No. 153. Round the Evening Istmp. A book of stories, pictures, puzzles and games, for the little folks at home. No. 163. Popular Recitations and Dialogues, hu morous, dramatic and pathetic, including ail the latest, best and most popular. No. 162. The Self-made men of Modem Times. Contains portraits and biographies of famous self made Americans, from the time of 1'ranklin to the present. No. 165. Familiar Quotations. Containing the origin and authorship of many phrases fre quently met in reading and conversa' ion. A val uable work of reference. No. 161. I.oiv Life in .Veto York. A series of viv id pen pictures showing the dark side of life in the great city. Illustrated. No. 157. The Road to Wealth. Not an adverti sing circular, but a thoroughly practical work, pointing out a way by which all may make money easily, radidly and honestly. No. 130. One Hundred Popular Songs, sentimen tal, pathetic and comic, including most of the fa vorites, new and old. No. 14«. A Bartered Life. A Novel. By Marion Harland. No. 138. An Old Man's Sacrifice. A Novel. By Mrs. Ann B. Stephens. No. 131. The Foreellini Rubies. A Novel. By M. T. Caldor. No. 132. The Old Oaken Chest. - A novel. By Sylvan us Cobb, Jr. No. 1:14. The Pearl of the Ocean. By Clara An 'gusta. No. 149. Hollow Ash Hall. A Novel. By Mar garet Blount. Illustrated. No. 126. Cliffe House. A Novel. By Etta W. Pierce. No. 137. Vnder the Lilacs. A Novel. By the author of " Dora Thorne." No. 12°. The Diamond Bracelet. A Novel. By Mrs. Henry Wood. Illustrated. No. 140. The Lawyer's Secret. A. Novel. By Miss M. E. Braddon. No. 139. The Strange Case of Dr. Jt kyll and Mr. Hyde. A Novel. By R. E. Stevenson. No. 135. A Wicked Girl. A Novel. By Mary Celil Hay. No. 144. Lady Valworth's Diamonds. A Novel. By "The Duchess." No. 141. Between Two Sins. A Novel. By the author of "Dora Thome." Illustrated. No. 145. The Fine of Hearts. A Novel. By H. L. Farjeon. No. 146. Dora's Fortune. A Novel. By Flor ence Warden. No. 136. A Lore Marriage. A Novel. By Miss Mulock. Illustrated. No. 156. The Guilty River. A Novel. By Wilkie Collins. No. 152. The Poison of Arps. A Novel. By Florence Marryat. No. 153. Moot Grange. A Novel. By Mrs. Henry Wood. No. 151. Forging the Fetters. A Novel. By Mrs. Alexander. No. 150. A Playwright's Daughter. A Novel. By Mrs. Annie Edwards. Illustrated. No. 143. Fair but False. A Novel. By the au thor of " Dora Thorne." Illustrated. No. 154. iMiicaster's Cabin. A Novel. By Mrs. M. V. Victor. Illustrated. No. 155. Florence Ivington's Oath. A Novel By Mrs. Mary A. Denison. Illustrated. No. 142. The Woman Hater. A Novel. By Dr. J. H. Robinson. Il.ustrated. No. 132. The California Cabin. A Novel. By M. T. Caldor. list of choice B 1 For $3.00 we will send The Weekly Her AI D one year, and the above list of choic pnblications, postage prepaid, to any address in the United States. If desired The IIi-.ral can be sent to one address and the books to another. The pnblishers of these works, in New York, will mail direct to the subscriber, upon our order, and all orders will .be promptly filled. J fäp Remit by draft, check on Helena, money erder, postal note or registered letter. STRAY JOKES. If this country should ever become in rolved in a war with England a good many of our young naval officers will know what it is to be sea sick.—The Epoch. A western paper says that some educational ists are questioning the usefulness of Yassar college. Against them are arrayed in one solid mass the gum manufacturers of the country.—Rochester Post-Express. "I shouldn't care to marry a woman who knows more than I do," he remarked. "Oh, Mr. De Sappy," she replied with a coquettish shake of her fan, "I am afraid you are a con firmed bachelor."—The Epoch. Mistress—I am glad to see that you enjoy sleeping so much. You seem to make a busi ness of it. Bridget—Enjoy slape, is it? How could I^I'd like yez to tell me. The minit I lay down I'm aslape, an' the minit I'm awake I have to git up. Where's the time for en joyin' it to come in?—Philadelphia Call The famous trotter Dexter is 29 years old. A sort of a horse chestnut, as it were.— Washington Critic. "Your bill has been running a long time," insinuatingly remarked the butcher to Slopay the other morning. "That's bad," replied Slopay, sympathetically. "Why don't you Jet it walk?"—Washington Critic. Never employ a doctor who is on speaking terms with an undertaker. — Washington Critic. In Deep Mourning. Caller—Your son seems very much affected over his uncle's death. Omaha Dame—Oh, he's almost crazy; he neither eats nor sleeps. "Poor fellow. He is uncle's sole heir, is he not?" "No. All the money has been willed to an orphan asylum."—Omaha World. Not Exactly English, You Know. An Englishman traveling on the continent had hired a smart servant, and on arriving at an inn in Austria one evening, knowing well the stringency of the police regulations, he called for the usual register of travelers that he might duly inscribe himself therein. His servant replied that he had anticipated his wishes, and had registered him in full form as "an En glish man of independent prop erty." "But how have you put down my name? I have not told it to you." "I can't exactly pronounce it, but I copied it from monsieur's portmanteau." "But it is not there. Bring me the book." What was his amazement at finding, in stead of a very plain English name of two syllables, the following portentous entry of himself: "Monsieur Warrantedsolidlcather." —English paper. Negotiating for a Dog. Robinson—That'» a fine dog you have, Dumley. Do you want to sell him? Dumley—I'll sell him for $50. Robinson—Is he intelligent? Dumley (with emphasis)—Intelligent? Why that dog knows as mr.ch as I do. Robinson—You don't say so! Well, Fll give you twenty-five cents for him, Dumley. —New York Sun. An Average Railroad Conductor—Grub station. Five minutes for dinner 1 Hold on, we're five minutes late. All aboard ! Half a mile further on: Passenger—What are we waiting here for? Conductor—Waiting for the up train. "It's a fearfully long stop." "Yes, that train's generally an hour late." —Omaha World. DO YOU WANT AN ATLAS? Fur a premium to the Weekly Herald we luve also secured Rand, McNally Co's New Poh lar Atlas of the World. A beautiful octavo volume of 136 pages, 83 maps and diagrams, durably bound in boards, with cloth hack. 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That fall Mr. Wilkins sold his house and tried boarding for the winter. And it would have been very funny, if it had not been very sad, to hear Mrs. Wilkins bargaining for room and board for two, with a little child thrown in. He was a very small eater, she said, and could easily be fed from her plate, and he would wait and not require an extra seat at table, and sleep on a sofa in her room, so he would be no trouble to any one. So he was included, like a cat or a parrot, with their belongings, and he said not a word, though he held his mother's hand, and read her face with his great blue eyes while she haggled about him. And she told his father that Harley had outgrown his foolish baby fashion of asking questions. But he thought! Oh, deep in his little heart he thought, and thought over the com plex mysteries of life. One night ho lay awake on the sofa bed and could not sleep. His head was hot and felt twice its natural size. Pretty soon he began to talk. His mother and father heard him and said: "He is dreaming." But it was they who were dreaming. The child was waking—waking in the morning that has never a noon or a night. His mother heard his last few words with an agony of remorse that came too late. "Please, dear God, let me in. I haven't any ticket nor money and I urn 8 years old and half price. Nobody wants me. There isn't any place for a little boy without money. If you'll just take me up there I won't be in anybody's way—and I'm—so— tired—so tired!" His head drooped. The flush on his cheek faded—the tired little heart was at rest for ever.—Detroit Free Press. He Wanted a Pie Eater. He was courting a mission girl and had been invited to dine with the family on Sun day. He noticed that his adored one did not eat much, and remarked to her that her ap petite was light. "O, yes, Mr. Yardeash," replied the fair one, "I am not a large eater. Ma says I cost less to keep than any of her children." "You'd orter seen her stuffin' down pie land cheese afore dinner," said her young * brother. "She's giving you guff. " The lady of the house arose in her place, and, looking the young man full in the eyes, said firmly: "Mr. Yardeash, my daughter told you the truth. She is not a large eater. Her brother, John Henry, has been reading the funny papers and thought he would try a joke on us. His father will have the kindness to attend to him upstairs. My son must not grow up to be a liar." "Why, ma," ejaculated John Henry, "didn't I hear you tell Tillie to eat a good lunch and not give her apj«etite away before her young man ?" "No, my son, you did not" Five seconds later boyish screams were heard from an upper room. "Ma," said Tillie suddenly, "it's a shame to whip that boy. He told the truth, and I won't see him whipped for all the dry goods clerks on Kearney street—that I won't," and she flounced from the room, while Mr. Yard cash remarked to her mother: "It's a bad policy for a mother to meddle with her daughter's affairs. If you think I want a slim waisted, consumptive faced wife you aro away off. Let her eat."—San Francisco Post, A Pion* Western City. Winnij«eg is an exception to the saying that there is no Sabbath west of Chicago. The streets are empty and the churches full Indeed, there is said to be church accommo dation for 15 ,C 00 in a population of 2 . 1 , 000 , and it is all utilized.