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■ 888 Helena, Montana, Thursda Tanu o. 8 9 ar\ Volume XX2. R. E. FISK D. W. FISK. Ä. J. FISK Publishers and Proprietors. Largest Circulation of any Paper in Montana - -O -— Rates of Subscription. WEEKLY HERALD: One Year. (In advance)............................. 93 00 Six Months, (In advance)............................... j Three* Month«, fin advance).........................•- 1 T When not paid for in advance the ra*e will be Four Dollars per > earl i > o**tage, in all cases, Prepaid. DAILY HERALD: City Subscribers, delivered by carrier 81.00a month One Year, by mail, (in advance)................. Six Months, by mail, (In advance)............... » w Three Months, by mail, (in advance)........... if not paid in advance, 812 per annum. 2 50 .WAU communications should be adoressedto KJSK BROS., Publishero, Helena. Montana. A LIZ-TOWN HUMORIST. Settin' round the stove last night, Down at Wets' store, was me __ And Mart Strimplea, Tunk and White And Doc Bills and two or three Fellers of the Mudsock tribe ' No use tryin' to describe. And says Doc, he says, says he, "Talkin' 'bout good things to eat, ___ Ripe mushtnillion's hard to beat!" 1 chawed on. And Mart he 'lowed Wortermillion beat the mush. "Red," he says, "and juicy—hush! I'll jes' leave it to the crowd!" Then a Mudsock chap, says he, "Punkin's good enough fer me— Punkin pies, I mean," he says. •— "Thembeats 'millions! What say, Wessf" I chawed on. And Wess says, "Well, You jes' fetch that wife of mine All yer wortermillion rine. And she'll boil it down a spell— • In with sorgum, I suppose— • __ And what else, Lord only knows 1 _ But I'm here to tell all hands, > • Them p'serves meets my demands." w I chawed on. And White, he says. "Well, I'll jes' stand in with Wess— I'm no hog!" And Tunk says, "I Guess I'll pastur' out on pie With the Mudsock boys!" says be; "Now what's yournï" lie says to me. I chawed on—fer—quite a spell. Then I speaks up slow and dry, "Jes' tobaeker!" I says, I. And you'd orto' heerd 'em yell! —James Whitcomb Riley. TOO UTTALV UTTA. __ I'm called nn esthetic young man, r And wude people say 1 am silly; . .-I* 1 carway a wose and a fan. And dine on the scent of a lily; I'm touched with the bwic a bwac ewaze, A plaque sets my heart in a flutta, I'm sweet aud wefined in my ways— In fact, I'm decidedly utta; Yes, utta; 3JUT In fact, I'm decidedly utta. I dwess in a pictuwesque style. My costume is simple and soulful; My face wealis an esthetic smile That's half idiotic, half doleful. I've nothing in common with those Wude people who spwiug from the gutta; But that's too absurd to suppose— I'm quite too decidedly utta; Yes, utta; I'm quite too decidedly utta. On wising I pwactice awhile In fwont of my mi wow each niawning, To catch the expwession and smile ». Tiiat ignowant people are scawning. And when through the city I pass 1 set the gurls' hearts in a tlutta; Though some of them call me an ass. What mattalis it while I am utta* Y'es, uttal What mattalis it while I am utta? —Somerville Journal. live Minutes of Happiness. "Did e'»r you know five minutes," said the mîÿ» anthrope to me, "Five minutes in your life, sir, when from frt>ub& you were free. Five minutes of true happiness, of pleasure un alloyed. In which within your heart you did not feel an aching void?" "Oh, yes. I've known five minutes, sir, of happi ness in life. Five minutes when 1 quite forgot all trouble, and all strife; 'Twas when a maiden said to me, while driving in a sleigh, •i'll give van just five minutes, John, to take your arm away.' " —Boston Courier. POWER IN THE FUTURE. Possibilities of the Next Century—Power in Bales and Barrels. Let any one consider what the steam en gine was forty years ago, and then examine the very latest improved compound engine of today, with all its appliances for economy and efficient service, and the.i let him try to estimate what the electric motor of thirty years hence will lie. The compound engine, with its wonderful performance, has come as a result of long practice, large experience, profound study, and the application of a wide acquaintance with principles. Why should not the electric motor gain as much from the same sources? And, if it shall so gain, is it unreason to suppose that electricity may crowd steam, in a good many eases, as a souro power? If large power can be stored in form of electricity, so that it mav be ti sported on a street car, why may it no generated at one point, and then be ship to another, like any ordinary commodity be used as it is wanted? Why, for exam should not the water power of Niagara employed to generate power, which s then be stored, transported and sold to o ate mills in Philadelphia ? There Is a regi market now for coal. Why should there then be a regular market for stored po\ " h -V should not a mill owner then go and buy his power, for the season, just a buys his cotton, his wool or his dye stuffs If power can be baled up like cottor barreled up like sugar, then we shall h power dealers, power brokers, and may a power exchange-in fact, all the detail a new and important industry. Is th fantastic supposition! Not half so fanta as the notion of traveling from Bostoi Philadelphia in a single night was to grandfathers. It is rather a clearly indicj possibility, the promise of which is contai in the street car which is now moving al under an impulse derived from a steam gine that stopped before the car starte Textile Record, A Want of Politeness. Sarab Jane—Well, Aunt Cruzer, did you have a nice time at the Bowlers':" Aunt Cruzer—Nice time! Well, it's the last time I set foot in that house. Why, when I come to go, they didn't even say, what's me hurry.—Harper's Bazar. A XOVEL SPECTACLE. CONTEST BETWEEN A BULL BUFFALO AND AN ENGLISH BULLDOG. An Exciting Incident Which Occurred when Herds of Bison Roamed the Plains of the West—Remarkable Ex ample of Canine Courage. The nearest herd swerved; but, contrary to their instincts, came roaring down beside and parallel to our mounted troopers. This was a little too much, even for well trained, disciplined cavalry soldiers, and the men, in their intense excitement, forgetful of orders, commenced a rattling fusilade from their saddles. The buffalo veered off, but not be fore several were wounded. The firing was sternly ordered to cease. One gigantic bull, a leader, was nearest ; he was badly wounded. As was the case on nearly all marches of troops changing station on the frontier, many dogs of all ages, sizes and degrees had, under protest, accompanied the column to the Colorado river; here many of the worth less curs were left or drowned while fording; but there were several remaining, and it was these that had turned the buffalo down the column. There was among them a large, white Eng lish bull dog belonging to the regimental band. He was a powerful brute, and had been trained to pull down beeves at the slaughter corral at Fort Concho. He was, withal, a prime favorite with the soldiers, notwithstanding his ferocity. The pack of dogs were in full erv after the stampeding herd of bellowing beasts as they rushed and tore along the co. un with their peculiar rolling gait. But "King," the bull dog, sin gled out the immense wounded leader, who had now slackened his speed and was falter ing in his tracks. He sprang at his throat with great courage, fastened upon him, and the battle commenced, with the column as silent spectators. A NOVEL SPECTACLE. It was a novel spectacle. The bronzed troopers; the great shaggy beasts thundering by; the white topped wagon train closed up and halted; the fleeting shadows, and the al most limitless stretch of surrounding prairie and vast solitude. The bull went down upon his knees, but so great was his strength that he quickly arose and whirled the dog in great circles over his head. "King" had been taught never to let go. The entire command now watched with breathless attention the apparently unequal struggle, existing every moment to see the dog crushed to death. Down went the bull again on his knees, this time not from any weakness, but to gore the dog; rising, he would stamp his feet in rage, then shaking him a while, he would resume swinging and snapping hi:n like a whip cord through the air. The foam, now bloody, flecked the long, tawny beard of the bison bull. Kis eyes, nearly concealed in the long, matted hair that covered his shaggy' head, flashed fire, and his rage knew no bounds. The dog, which had commenced the fight a pure white, now turned to a spotted crimson from blood which had flowed from the buffalo's wounds, and still bis brute instincts, tenacious courage and training led him to bold on. Had he let go for a moment the ■ •razed bull would have gored him to death before he could have retreated. The bull grew perceptibly weaker; he rose to. his feet less often. He could no longer throw the dog in c ircles above bis head. The blood stained "King" to a more vivid red, and begrimed with dirt, he had lost all semblance to his former self. All were anxiously looking for tb" struggle to cud. Impatience was already displayed upon the men's faces, when suddenly Gen. Mackenzie shouted, "Kill the animal and I ut him out of his misery !" It was a merciful command. Two men stepped forward to the enormous least now on his knees and rock ing to ami fro, the dog still holding on—and placing their carbines behind the left shoul der. to reach a vital point, fired. He gave one great quiver, one last spasmodic rocking, and spread himself ujxm the vast prairie dead. Not till then did "King" let go! So great had been the courage of this favor ite dog in his fearful struggle that months after, when an order had been issued for all cur «logs—always an accumulative nuisance at a frontier post—to be exterminated, "King." the white bulldog belonging to the Fourth Cavalry band, was exempted by a special order.—it. Carter, U. S. A., in Outing. Why the Petticoat Must Go. Few people seem aware bow enormously a petticoat, dress of any sort increases the ap parent size of the hips until they have seen the same persons in a different—i. e., two legged dress. The habit of wearing a dress which causes the duality of the form to be concealed is the true cause of all the errors and strange contortions which seem insepa rable from women's dress. It completely alters the character of the figure and causes an ordinary w aist to look large and clumsy. Dress a man in a woman's skirt and his waist immediately apjtears large, out of all projec tion to his height; and this result is the true cause of the compression of the waist among most Eurojtean nations. Till it is re moved, it is vain to argue against tight lacing. The majority of women also seem unaware how unbecoming a thing is the tight bodice, which is the stereotyped form on which their dress bodices are made. They unconsciously try to improve upon it by making imitation vests and waistcoats and falls of lace down the front. But with a loose, flapping skirt an artistic and becoming form of bodice is out of the question, for only a tight bodice can give the hour glass pinch rendered necessary by the globular form the legs assume when incased in skills.—Dress. xteirievmg a nmnaer at court. A gentleman on entering the palace the other day to pay a visit to his majesty, was met by the inevitable Sam Makai. Sam, with the agility of a dancing master, came forward with outstretched hand to greet the visitor. The latter supposing Sam to be the valet, charged him with the care of his hat. "You have made an awkward blunder," said one of the household to the visitor, "that person (meaning Sam) is the king's cousin." The visitor immediately went up to Sam, who was standing like a statue of indignation, and, taking his hand, said that "Hawniians are the politest people on earth; the king takes my hat one day and his cousin another." Sam was thoroughly satisfied with the compliment—Honolulu Daily Bul letin Summary. Three Chunks of 'Wisdom. The bad boy can become very good around Christmas time. The happy boy with the new sled often hurts himself. The brightest things soon fade in this world. There are no roots to the Christmas tree.— Judge THE DUDES' MEETING. A DRAMATIC INCIDENT THAT OC CURRED IN FIFTH AVENUE. Berry Wall, the King of the Duties, Meets Mr. Bob Hilliard, the Usurper, and Wall's Attire Was Precisely I.ike Bob Hilliard's. A dramatic incident occurred on Fifth avenue the other day. It was shortly after 1 o'clock, and the sidewalks of the great thoroughfare were crowded with j »copie. The huge throngs drifted along on both sides of the street dressed in Sunday raiment and staring interestedly from side to side. It is the most pretentious procession that New York knmCs. By some curious freak of fate two young men of similar age and local fame swung into Fifth avenue at precisely the same moment and walked slowly toward each other. One turned the corner of Twenty-sixth street and started northward, and the other turned the comer of Twenty-seventh street and faced the south. Heads were turned in all direc tions, and the names of the two young men were whispered along the street. Each was slim of build, handsome of face and notice ably correct in the matter of attire. Mr. Berry Wall wore a dark, heavily ribbed black frock coat, gray trousers, a beaver hat with a two inch band, lavender gloves, white overgaiters, a very high and straight collar, a dark scarf and the biggest white rose that has been seen on Fifth avenue this season. He strolled along seemingly unconscious of the attention he excited, leaning heavily on his stick and staring straight in front of him with raised eyebrows and an expression of acute sorrow. A DUPLICATE COSTUME. Mr. Bob Hilliard's costume was an abso lute duplicate of Mr. Wall's, even to the shade of the trousers, the white overgaiters and the massive rosa Even the material of the Hilliard frock coat was precisely similar to that of the Wall frock coat. The crowd parted right and left as the ex-king of the dudes and the reigning monarch strolled un consciously toward one another. Hilliard's proportions were athletic and powerful; Wall's were dissipated and elegant. One looked like a man of fashion, the other like a man of the world. Hilliard was by far the handsomer, but Wall bore that indescribably attractive stamp which distinguished the man of fashion above his fellows. There was a swirl in the crowd, which left an open spaee directly in front of the Victoria hotel. Suddenly the two idols of the town caught 6ight of each other. It was a thrilling mo ment, for it was the first meeting of the de posed and the successful monarch. It was a test which both men felt from their heels up, but which they survived with a serenity and breeding which has won them their title. Mr. Wall's face grew a shade whiter, but the expression did not change an iota. Hilliard flushed, but retained his expression of im placable serenity. Neither man changed his pace, and they strolled along within a foot or two of each other, and then Mr Hilliard smiled very slightly, nodded and said cas ually: "Good mawning." "How—do," said Mr. Wall serenely, with just the suggestion of a smile, and a gentle beaming of the eyes. Mr. Hilliard touched two fingers of his gloved hand to the rim of his hat. Mr. Wall touched lus hat with his right forefinger only. This is another innovation of Mr. Hilliard's, he holding, with some show of argument, that, as porters, policemen and sailors touch their hat with oue finger, gentlemen should make a slight but not pointed difference by raising two fingers. He, of course, depre cates the fashion of one man raising his hat on meeting another, unless a lady be present, such action being fulsome, ostentatious and vulgar. TREMENDOUSLY SHOCKED. As the two distinguished men walket! apart after their meeting, it was evident that they were perturbed. Neither of them looked back, of course, but there was a nervous ac celeration of speed as they swept out of sight around the corner. There was no ques tion that both men had been tremendously shocked by the discovery that they were dressed in a fashion that was pre cisely similar. Though they knew the rumor that flew up and down Fifth avenue to the effect that they patronized the same tailor was false, yet they were nervous and ill at ease over the lack of originality they had both shown. No one knew exactly where Mr. Wall went, but it is certain that he showed up in an incredibly short time in at tire that was notably and pointedly out of the ordinary run. It was not the material so much as it was the cut. A Parisian tailor was responsible for the oddity in outline of the garments. The coat was very long tailed, four button and cutaway, the trousers roomy and ironed so that the creases stuck out like whip cords. The waistcoat was exceedingly low at the neck, giving a view of the heavily ribbed slhirt and a ribbed cravat of precisely the same material. The points of the collar were turned very far forward. The boots were patent leather, with elaborately trimmed uppers, and the gloves very light in shade, as, indeed, was the suit, the color of which, by the way, was very dark brown with subdued stripes of maroon. Mr. Hilliard was seen to jump into a cab when he arrived at Broadway after his ab rupt departure from Fifth avenue, and rolled hastily up town. I.ess than half an hour later he bounded out on Fifth avenue again and started briskly toward the jtark. An extraordinary metamorphosis had taken place. Shorn of his beaver hat and the dig nity which a frock coat imj»arts, he looks like a ruddy faced boy. He was topped by a low crowned, fawn colored derb} - hat, which was matched to perfection by fawn colored gloves. He wore white linen, relieved at the neck by a scarlet tie, while a purple satin waistcoat, embroidered with green stars, could be seen through the opening of the neglige sack coat. The trousers were rougk tweed and the ga'ters of the same materiaL A cambric handkerchief, with scarlet trac ing to match the cravat, peeped from the pocket of Mr. Hilliard's coat, and he carried a silver tipped stick. For half an hour he strolled in Fifth avenue, and so did Berry Wall. But fa le had turned against them, and they did not meet again.—New York Sun.__ Tl»e Attack to He Renewed. Young Man—I love your daughter, sir, de votedly. May I hope for a blessing from you? * Old Man—Have you spoken to my daugh ter upon the subject? Young Man—Yes, and she refused me. Old Man—Well, doesn't that settle it? Young Man—No, sir. You forget that I am a life insurance agent, and never take no for an answer.—New York Suu. EMIUM8! FOR HERALD SUBSCRIBERS. —==10 , 000 =— N eFSobscriberTWANTED ! —*-i- rca 'ruE: HELENA WEEKLY H ERALD FOR T HE YEAR 1888 . YakaMe Premium s Offered! Read Carefully» Make Tour Seine* fions» and Send In Tour Sub 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 10,000 New Names; second, to establish an absolute cash-in advance system, and thus do away with a double subscription price—S3.00 if paid in advance, and $4.00 if not paid in advance.^ To accomplish these results we have determined to offer DIVERSIFIED and VALU ABLE PREMIUMS. 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Recent statistics show that the number of steamers existing in the world in 1886 was estimated at 9,960, of an aggregate burden of 10,531,843 tons. In the previous year the number was stated at 9,642, of an aggregate burden of 10,291,241 tons. The world's steam shipping in 1886 was thus distributed: Iron steamers, 8,198, of an aggregate burden of 6,911,406 tons; steel steamers, 770, of an ag gregate burden of 32,820 tons, and woods® steamers, 822, of an aggregate burden of 680,655 tons. Of the steamers afloat in 1885, 5,792 were owned by the United Kingdom and its colonies, their aggregate burden being 5,505,071 tons. The other countries of the world owned steamers in the following order: Germany, 579; France, 509; Spain, 401; the United States, 400; Norway, 287; Russia, 272; Denmark, 200; Italy, 173; Holland, 152; ßrazil, 141 ; Japan, 105; Greece and Turkey, 82 each; Belgium, 68; Chili and Argentine republic, 43 each; China and Portugal, 27 each; Hawaii, 21; Mexico, 15, and miscella neous, 50. From the aböve figures it appears that, notwithstanding g he great depression prevailing in the steam shipping trade, the number of steamers afloat last year increased to the extent of 327 as compared with 1885.— Pall Mall Gazettes On to Berlin, Chicago Girl—Oh, I do wish we could get op a war with Germany. Omaha Girl—Bless me, dear, the Anglo Saxons and the Germans all came from the tame root. Y ou shouldn't dislike Germans. "Oh, I don't. But I was just thinking how comfortable the Parisians have been since the German war. They can enjoy themselves as much as they wish, while we have to just sacrifice ourselves 011 the altar of culture." "Really, I don't see how." "Why, they can hoot and yell all they want at Wagner's music and then call it patriot ism."—Omaha World. He Waa Not a Tramp. "Poor man!" exclaimed the benevolent lady to the seedy and haggard man who had called at her house; "what can I do for you? You are suffering for food and clothing, are yon not?" "Madam," he replied, with offended dig nity, "I am not a tramp. I have called to ask you to subscribe for this book, of which I am the author, and to the preparation of which 1 have devoted an extensive experience and the best years of my life." "What is the book?" . "It is a treatise on 'How to Make Money.' " —Chicago Tribune. The Warm Wave Nemesis. Merchant—Come now, move on. I've got nothing for you. Tattered Specimen—Please, sir, I'm not a beggar, sir. I want to buy something. I've got seventy-nine cents. "Humph! What do you want?" 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Old Doctor—I was informed last night that your son and my daughter propose to wed if there is no objection. Wealthy Undertaker.— »So I heard. Good idea ain't it? "Think so?" "Yes; don't you see? It won't matter then whether you lose patients or not, the money will be in the family."—Omaha World. Prepared for Anything. "Do"S it not seem a dreadful thing to you when you reflect that it will be many years at the most before you lie down in the siltent tomb?" said the tract distributor. "Oh, no, no, no," said the jaded looking man; "the silent tomb, dreadful? No, nol" "You are prepared, then, I trust, for"— "Prepared? I'm prepared for anything. I'm proof reader for a comic paper."—Chicago Tribune. _ Cold and Clammy Congratulât ions. Mrs. Sackville—Why, how do you do, my dear Mrs. Cudley? Delighted to see you. Shopping, of course! Mrs. Cudley—Just a little. You know Mr. Cudley has been a little unfortunate in his business lately. (He failed for $500,000.) Mrs. Sackville—I know, but how much more you must appreciate things when you havo ta nav aash ——JnHora Able to Hold HU Own* Mrs. Homer (the landlady)—Mr. De Smith has just had his breakfast, Mr. Simpson, and he made no complaints about the butter. Mr. Simpson—No, I s'pose not. De Smith, you know, is something of an athlete.—Texas Siftings. _ A Sure Sign. First Member—Has Senator Edmunds come in yet? Second Member—I think so. I just saw the janitor opening all the registera—Drift» Reportorial Holiday. First Reporter—What day does Christmas come on this year? Second Reporter—Sunday. "That's lucky. There won't be so much going on and we won't have to work much harder than usual."—Omaha World. A Debtor's Mistake. Delinquent—I think, boy, that in present ing this bill so often you are causing me un due annoyance. Boy—Dat ain't undue, sir. De boss says it's overdue.—New York Sun. After AIL F £ Mil m "I cannot say yes, Walter. I shall always be a sis"—— "Sister to me? No, you won't" "Yes, Walter; your brother Charles pro posed to mt last night and I accepted him.— Life. A Rosewood Bellows . • A rich but rather costly addition to fash ionable grate tire utensiLs is a rosewood bel lows, the handle and snout <>f which are frosted silver. The tag is a suigje piece of kangaroo skim—Chicago Herald.