The New Age (Butte)

Silk Sale Matchless Bargains for Monday Swellest Styles Superb Shadings $1.50 to $2 values Only 79c Yard A buyer was in New York he seized an importing house part of a manufacturer's stock of late novelties. As low, the figure 79c, at which will lower by comparison. Yards Rich Velty Silks At styles, in lengths of 7 to 20 in range of colorings. Absolutely $1.25 yard and by long odds the earth from $1.50 to $50 a Yard ancy Figured Taffetas. Ex de Soire. Tas with Satin Stripes. Le Londres. Taffetas. Is in several styles. In e in figured and Persian effects. Londres. Taffetas. Striped Taffetas. Striped Taffetas. With Black Lace and Openwork stripes. Taffetas. Taffetas with Satin Stripes. Biggest Bargains Bennessy's WHEN our silk buyer was in New York he secured from an importing house part of a silk manufacturer's stock of late novelties. The price we paid was low, the figure 79c, at which we mark them, is still lower by comparison. 3,000 Yards Rich Novelty Silks Sixty-three different styles, in lengths of 7 to 20 yards, in a beautiful range of colorings. Absolutely none worth less than $1.25 yard and by long odds the greater portion is Really Worth from $1.50 to $2.50 a Yard The lot includes Fancy Figured Taffetas. Fancy Figured Peaux de Soire. Printed Warp Taffetas with Satin Stripes. Neat Figured Gras de Londres. Striped and Corded Taffetas. Lace striped Taffetas in several styles. Printed warp Louisin e in figured and Persian effects. Brocaded Gras de Londres. Striped and seed dot Taffetas. Persian and Satin striped Taffetas. Pretty Jacquered striped Taffetas. Colored Taffetas with Black Lace and Openwork stripes. Grenadine striped Taffetas. White and Black Taffetas with Satin Stripes. --- VOL. 1. WHEN our silk buyers cured from an in silk manufacture The price we paid was low, we mark them, is still low 3,000 Yard Novelty Sixty-three different style yards, in a beautiful range none worth less than $1.25 greater portion is Really Worth $2.50 a The lot includes Fancy Figur Fancy Figured Peaux de Soi Printed Warp Taffetas with Neat Figured Gras de Londre Striped and Corded Taffetas Lace striped Taffetas in seven Printed warp Louisin e in fih Brocaded Gras de Londres. Striped and seed dot Taffetas Persian and Satin striped T Pretty Jacquered striped T Colored Taffetas with Black Grenadine striped Taffetas White and Black Taffetas w Butte's Bigge At Hen Center Tables at Cost About forty styles in the different woods and finishes. Just one of a kind will be closed out at actual cost. Beautiful tables at $3.50 that sold regular for $5 and $6. Table like cut, solid oak, quarter sawed and polished. 20-inch top ..... $4.50 1.10.11. Mantle Beds The kind that will not break springs, sag or bed clothing get bunched up when folding. Mantle bed like cut...$11.75 Is made of rock elm, golden finish, steel supported springs. THE KENNEDY FURNITURE COMPANY Pennsylvania Block WEST PARK STREET THE KENNEDY FURNITURE COMPANY Pennsylvania Block WEST PARK STREET THE NEW AGE. "DREAMS AND MEMORIES." By Nora E. Hulings Siegel, Denver, Colorado Speaking of dreams, it seems that I have always dreamed. Some of them bright and beautiful, some of them horrid nightmares. The beautiful ones I call visions and am particular to take note of them and their outcome, for some of them contain lessons, but the horrid ones I forget as soon as possible and never repeat them. By this plan I am getting into the habit of seldom dreaming disagreeable things. One dream that left its mark upon my memory was one I had while making a business trip through Kansas during the summer of '86. The summer was unusually warm but had not donned its warmest aspect at the time. I left Pueblo the latter part of May and I intended working my way by soliciting through to Pennsylvania, where I had left my son three years before with his grandmother, expecting to send for him within six months, but circumstances had not favored me in the way I had planned or I would not have remained away from him so long. So I at last determined to him a plan. I had gotten as far as Hutchinson on the A. T. & S. R., and was stopping there for a few weeks, during which time I occupied a little room on the upper floor of a two-story dwelling house. One side of the roof cabled a bout half way to the floor. It always seemed to suffocate me when sleeping under a low ceiling, especially in warm weather. I felt as being compressed between two weights, and dreamed continually of crawling out from under big buildings on my stomach with scarcely room enough to move, and always waking before I succeeded in gaining my freedom. However, this was not the case at this particular time. I awakened to 9 o'clock on the morning of July 9th, out of a peculiar dream. I thought I had been riding a white horse over a high bridge crossing a creek; the creek was "Bear Grass". It flows into the Ohio river at Louisville, Ky. The horse did not want to go across, but I urged him on, at the same time feeling that he was conferring a favor upon me that I had no right to expect. In my dreams, horses always appear to be more than half human in intelligence. This one did, but when we reached the opposite end of the bridge he insisted upon frisking around in a different direction from that I wished, then tossed up his heels and over his head I went, lighting upon the highest portion of a very high bank, but did not fall over. I was so disappointed at being left behind that the dangerous position did not concern me. I looked at the horse longingly, and just as he galloped around a corner from sight he looked back with a great deal of spirit, showing from his eyes, and their meaning came to me: "It is better so; I am sorry, but I know best." I took that to mean that my trip would not be finished that summer, and it were better that it should not be, but I also felt that the dream had a far more important significance. less the deeper I got into its mystery. The idea that we must lose our identity repeatedly and enter different bodies, never knowing anything of the former ones till we reach acone of ages hence, when all is done, being consumed or dissolved in the Nirvana, was awful! The further I read the more it perplexed me. The idea of my only passing a few years of my life with my son, leaving him or he be never to meet nor to know each other again was awful—the terror took such hold of me that it amounted to deep sorrow, which I could not shake off. I prayed: Oh let me forget! Forget: From now on life begins. The next morning at the breakfast table a queer sensation came over me as if I were going out of myself. I heard voices but did not understand them. It was so faint, the sensation was more of the psychic order as I had heard it explained. In about five minutes it passed off and in some way seemed to be connected with my dream. The thought came to me that it all pointed toward something remarkable that cerned me vitally. By the middle of August, six weeks later, I reached Kansas City. A letter came to me containing the sad news that one ```markdown ``` 1. NORA E. HULINGS SIEGEL of my sisters had passed from life on the 9th of July. A relative wrote, saying they had repeatedly tried to find me in order to inform me of her demise, but had tailed. I instantly remembered that it occurred at the very time I had been sitting at the breakfast table in Hutchinson, and the dream was to prepare me for the experience. I frequently dreamed of my little son. It seemed in these dreams I was always going away from him, and he following me crying, oh, so heartrendingly! But he was always powerless to come up with me. About the time I would see him he would pass around a corner into some unknown place and be lost to view. My anguish at his sorrow would awaken me. In one of these dreams I seemed to be in a street car; he knew I was there and followed, crying so piteously. After awhile the car stopped, I got out and called to him, but he had gone into an alley that lead to the rear of a couple of houses and was lost to my view. I could hear him say, "Mamma, mamma don't leave me! Oh, mamma has gone! Mamma has gone!" My anguish at his sorrow awakened me. Another time Idreamed of having been lost in a woods in the winter time and 'twas bleak and cold. He had gone out to find me and had got lost and had been lost for days. I started out to find him and as I travelled through the snow I mourned his loss, and my sorrow being so intense, awakened me. These sorrowful feelings would linger with me for days. I could scarcely drive them away till at last I determined to go back east and fetch him. I started and got as far as Kansas City, but while there fell in with circumstances that enabled me to send for him. This was over a year after I started upon my trip from Pueblo. Since he came to me he has often told me about crying to see me and of his dreams of looking for me, never able to find me. Had I my life to live over again, I should not separate him from me. I find later in life, the "All Wise Love, Power." does not require these sacrifices of us. We think it does and thus suffer from our own ignorance. Did we but follow more closely the dictates of our inner consciences we would save ourselves and others a great deal of suffering. There are dreams so called, but are really visions or psychic occurrences. I will relate one for the assurance of those who know something of what I say. A friend had advised me to read a book on Buddhism, along the lines of theology or re-incarnation. I had never been interested in any of that teaching though had been for years a Divine Scientist and that phase of spirituality satisfied my desires. But my friend urged so repeatedly that at last I concluded, more to please her than from any benefit I expected to derive from it, to read it. I simply knew nothing of re-incarnation. I did not believe or disbelieve, simply had not interest enough to investigate. Am a great reader especially along spiritual lines and almost anything of that nature will engage my interest. So I read her book or tried to read it, but from the beginning it did not appeal to me, and --- less the deeper I got into its mysteries. The idea that we must lose our identity repeatedly and enter different bodies, never knowing anything of the former ones till we reach acons of ages hence, when all is done, being consumed or dissolved in the Nirvana, was awful! The further I read the more it perplexed me. The idea of my only passing a few years of my time with my son, eaving him or he me never to meet nor to know each other again was added the terror took such hold of me that it amounted to deep sorrow, which I could not shake off. I prayed: Oh, let me forget! Forget! From now on life is but pain. Better to die if death will but let me forget." At last I threw the book aside as holding nothing to further my happiness, but quite to the contrary. That night I treated myself to sleep by holding the thought—Love, Peace, Rest." After I had had my beauty sleep," just before awaking, my husband, who had passed to the other shore fifteen years before, seemed to call me into a recognition of his presence by kissing my brow and cheek. His kisses were as pure as morning dew. Then he said: "Be quick. I am on the planet Mars, but could not stay till you 1. should know." My amazement at his presence did not form into words for he answered my thought too quickly and almost before I had formed them. The peculiar part was he replied in words distinctly. I had no doubt of his identity. I sensed his presence, I heard his voice. I did not see his form. After a few seconds he says: "They are very busy there and I must go." Kissed me once upon the brow, said "good-bye, and was gone. Then my eyes flew wide open. All the sorrow of the past was gone, he seemed to have taken it with him. In fact I have always believed his mission here was to relieve my soul of the awful load caused by misunderstanding the real truth. You will perhaps accuse me of being a spiritualist. To that I will reply as to theosophy. I neither believe nor disbelieve. I have not studied the subject thoroughly and do not know anything about it. I have studied thought transference, telepathy and practiced it since a child, years before I knew that I was practicing a deejay truth. me if the so-called spiritual science would in time be discovered to be thoughts and that thought and spirit are one. It is a mighty subject and a very interesting one. I had not thought of my husband in months. Years before I had made up my mind that tq worry about the departed might hinder their progression or development. So I dispelled him from my mind through duty to him. That experience was no dream—it was a psychic reality. I have had many visions along these lines; indeed, receive my deepest spiritual lessons through the medium of visions. Leading race journal of Montana, Utah, Idaho and the Northwest. The official organ of the colored people of Montana. DILLON, MONTANA Dillon, Mont., a pretty little city about sixty miles from Butte, sits at the foot of the Apex hill, among the green meadows upon which cattle and sheep graze by the thousand. There is also ome good mines not far away, which go to make Dillon a real lively little city. There is not many of our people there, but Dillon can boast of some very industrious and highly respected citizens of color. Mrs. Ella Triplett, one of the old residents of the city, favored us with her subscription for three months. We take pleasure in thanking Mrs. Triplett and hope others will do likewise. Our representative did not have time to secure a correspondent while there, for the New Age, but hopes to soon. Everybody should read it. TO THE BUSINESS MEN. Advertise in the New Age. The coloured people will transact their business with you and extend to those their patronage who patronize their race paper. THE NEW AGE. --- Case, Grave New Autumn Ap and C Prices Always Lower than ity of Goods. Some partment Case, Gravelle & Ervin New Autumn Apparel for Women and Children Prices Always Lower than Elsewhere for Same Quality of Goods. Something Special in Every Department COAT NEWS Ladies' Fall and Winter Wraps. ..... The Monte Carlo Leads. ..... We are showing an unusually attractive coat, 27 inches long, of all wool kersey, stitched with silk, raw edges, reversed cuffs, lined throughout with fine quality mercerized satine; 32 to 42, colors, castor, blue black. Opening price.....$5 Women's Dressing Sacques Heavily fleeced, very neat made, a full run of sizes; principal colors red, gray and mixed designs and colors; they're good value at 75c elsewhere. Here opening price is, each.....50c Women's Nighttowns Mothers, here are bargains worth your attention. If you are looking for nightgowns you can find them here for less money than you can buy the material and make them. These are made from good quality striped outing flannel, with and without lace trimming; sizes 14, 15 and 16 ..... 50c Ferris Good Sense Nursing Corset Waist. Correct in shape, easy to wear, be- cause perfect fitting; in draal only. Sizes 19 to 30. Good value at $1.25. 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Our stock comprehends all that is good to eat and at prices that cannot be beaten. Your patronage is respectfully solicited. No. 28 Main St., Pufahl's The Artistic Shop of Butte, sells good Goods cheaper than any place in Butte. Visit us and be convinced. Respectfully, Pufahl's 79 West Park St. No. 19. elle & Ervin parel for Women children Elsewhere for Same Qual- hing Special in Every De- New Arrivals in Shirt Waists. All wool, with white silk embroidered polka dots, two shades of blue, also in black, band cuffs pearl buttons, sizes 32 to 44, good goods but remarkably low priced. Opening price ..... 1.00 Women's Fine Ribbed Undewear. Gray ribbed, all sizes, finished seams, crocheted about neck, pants ankle length; Sizes 4, 5 and 6. ..... 50c Women's Fleeced Underwear. Gray ribbed, all sizes, finished seams, silk crocheted about neck, long sleeves, pants ankle length; an ideal fall garment. Suits 50c a garment ..... 25c Women's Eruis Lurie Vests. High neck, long sleeves, silk crochet, finished about neck, desirable weight for early fall wear; 75c value 35c, or three for ..... 1.00 GIRLS' COATS FOR SCHOOL WEAR AT REMARKABLY LOW PRICES Mixed and checked, tweed effects, full length, double breasted with sail- on collar and cuffs, trimmed with narrow, colored fancy braid; sizes 6 to 14. They're an excellent coat for the small price of ..... 2,50 **Children's Fleeced Underwear** Medium weight ribbed gray cotton vests and pants for girls, an exe- lent weight for early fall wear; all sizes from 16 to 34. We have this same garment for boys— sizes 24 to 34. Each ..... 25c **Children's Underwear** Of fine all wool, natural gray, soft and smooth finished seams, an exe- lent washing garment that will wear and give satisfaction. Size 18 ..... 25c Size 24 ..... 50 Size 20 ..... 30c Size 26 ..... 55c Size 22 ..... 40 Size 26 ..... 60c phy & Co. ears the LEADERS. be poor, the sumptuous their wants supplied and satisfaction at our ends all that is good at cannot be beaten. respectfully solicited. phy & Co. Butte, Montana No. 19. 2 THE NEW AGE published weekly by the New Age Publishing Company, office, 220 South Idaho street. Subscription price, $2.00 a year. Six months, $1.10. Three months, 60 cents, invariably in advance. Telephone 862-B. Application made for entry at the postoffice at Butte as second-class matter. SATURDAY, OCTOBER 4, 1902. Mr. C. E. Alsop, democratic candidate for the legislature, is well known to the citizens of Butte, having been engaged in a general brokerage business in this city for nearly fourteen years, and his fair dealings and honesty has made his success in business. He is 45 years old and has never run for any office before. He is a native of Iowa. He left his native state when a young man and went to Dakota in the early eighties and engaged in newspaper business in the city of Pierre from 1883 to '89, from that place he came to Butte and has been associated in business's ever since. Hon. M. P. Gilchrist, nominee on the democrat ticket for state senator, was born May 2, 1862. Educated in Missouri and for many years was proprietor of the Chillicothe Constitution, a morning daily and was prominent in politics in his native state. He came to Montana in 1892 and engaged in the practice of law and from his energy and fair dealings to all has built up a lucrative practice. He is well-known to the citizens of this state, having been a member of the last legislature. He is a man well above reproach and if elected to the senate, he will do all in his power to promote the interest of the common people. We still see, notwithstanding all the reports to the contrary, that the Inter Mountain is yet ridiculing the negro on every possible occasion, although we have been assured by those who claim to know, that reporters have been discharged, the managers have been interviewed, petitions have been gotten up, (to be laid on the shelf), but all to no avail. The negro with his so-called dialect is still the object of contempt. No doubt the brilliant reporter, who writes these articles, receives a very large salary for his ability along that line. His early childhood must have been spent with the class he tries to portray, so surely in Butte, it would be most hard to find any one of the negro race who understands, much less speaks, the gargon that this would-be humorist, or rather idiot, is always trying to write. Some weeks ago a petition was gotten up by some of our reputable citizens and carried around to a number of the colored toxpayers to sign, it was understood by many that this was to be printed in some of the leading papers; by others that a committee was to wait upon the manager of the Inter Mountain protesting against this needless ridicule of every colored citizen who might have any grievance in the courts of Butte. But, alas, for some unknown reason, the whole matter has been dropped. By some it is said that a prominent political leader, hearing of the matter, asked that nothing be done at the present time, and promised to use his influence to see that no more such articles should be published. All we ask is justice, and that such matters be stated in their true sense. For the sake of their patrons they might devote such valuable space to an end that would be of great benefit to the republican party during this campaign. NOTICE. The New Age, the political organ of the colored people of this state. If you are candidates for political nominations and desire to reach the colored vote of the countw or state, the New Age, the official organ of the colored people, extends its columns for your use. We make a specialty of cuts and political cards. By HOWARD FIELDING Copyright, 1901, by Charles W. Hooke It was to be the mildest possible form of the folly—an elopement reduced to the absolute minimum of indiscretion. The two young people had planned it with such self denying care that, in the words of the prospective bridegroom, there was "nothing left of it except the minister's fee." No thrilling flight, no penitent return, no fear of paternal wrath or joy of forgiveness formed any part of the prospect. The secret was never to be revealed at all. Some years later there would be a sumptuous wedding, one of those society events whose distressing publicity steals half the sanctity from marriage, since those who are united before the brazen face of fashion may well forget into what Presence they have really come to make their vow. No one except themselves would know that this second ceremony was superfluous in the sight of heaven. The young lady was the daughter of Morton Prior, recently retired from the 1 supreme bench of the state. She had attained the age of eighteen years under the most favorable conditions, except that she bore the name of the virtue of Prudence, which she despised. But for a long habit of rebelling against her name she might not have fallen in love with Arthur Rowan, a somewhat dazzling young, who was spending the summer as the guest of his uncle, a neighbor of Judge Prior. Rowan was just out of college, where he had been a fair student and a great swell at the sports. His manner had the keen savor of early success and the assurance that comes of triumphant popularity. Prudence thought him the greatest creature ever born. Now, the judge's mind floated in serene heights of scholarly and pure research, but he had an eagle eye to see the flat earth's surface and especially that portion of it where his daughter walked with innocent feet amid the roses and the thorns of youth. He beheld young Mr. Rowan and not without a certain approval, but he was in no hurry to have him for a son-in-law. So the judge issued an injunction restraining his daughter and Rowan from considering themselves engaged. He ruled that no contract existed between them or could exist for a period of two years. The Prior family was going abroad in the fall and would spend at least eighteen months and perhaps twenty-four in foreign lands. Rowan stated that this fact was already known to him; that he would be quite satisfied to be engaged to Miss Prior meanwhile and would not insist upon marrying her immediately. But the judge would not grant or even consider this plea. Instead he peremptorily adjourned the hearing for two years. The result of this was panic. Coupled with some hint of Mrs. Prior's preparation for social conquests abroad, it bred in Rowan's excited mind the conviction that Prudence was to be taken over seas to be the prey of some dissolute and bankrupt noble. Out of this absurdity grew the plot of a secret marriage, and Prudence was beguiled into acquiescence by such arguments as we forget the force of when we grow old. The plan was simplicity itself. They were merely to skip across lots in the edge of the evening from the Prior residence to a house where a young clergyman, a newcomer in the town, had taken lodgings. He would not know them and would lend a ready ear to some romantic fiction which they would devise. They could be home again in twenty minutes, and no one would ever be the wiser. It was a gloomy evening when Prudence, trembling with excitement, met her lover in the garden. He himself was little short of babbling lunacy, for a partial realization of the seriousness of the affair had come to him as he waited with a suddenness that had jarred his wits. When she came fluttering along the dark path, he seized her hands and kissed her hastily on THE NEW AGE top of her hat, but that was all the same to him in that moment. Heavy clouds were trailing in the tops of the trees, and a quick furry of rain tinkled in the dry leaves. They were passing a rude arbor, and Rowan drew the girl into it, but the rain ceased before they had fairly crossed the threshold. "What shall we do?" whispered Prudence. "I've got on my blue hat with the chiffon bow, and if it gets wet it will be ruined." Prudence put out her hand and felt only a single small drop. "If we only had an umbrella," she began, "for it may rain, you know, when we're coming back." "Wait here," he cried, "and I'll get one." "Wait while you go all the way home?" she exclaimed. "I'd be scared out of my wits." "Then we'll have to risk it," he replied. "Our minister's there this evening, but he's going over to Allendale tomorrow, to be gone the rest of the week." Prudence hesitated, standing in the arbor door and trying to read the secrets of the dull, drifting clouds. There was just light enough to see her upturned face, and this time Rowan did not waste a kiss upon the blue hat. "I left my umbrella in the library," whispered Prudence. "Perhaps I could run back"— "I'll have it in three seconds!" he cried. And the girl stood alone in the arbor. The library was quite dark, as Rowan had had every reason to believe that it would be. He gained easy access through a window, but it was a rather more difficult matter to find the umbrella. The young man stumbled over chairs and knocked his elbows against the corners of bookcases. He had made three-quarters of the circuit of the room when a door opened, and some one entered. Rowan, crouching close to the wall, crept softly toward a window, but he had taken not more than half a dozen steps when the room became in an instant dazzlingly light, and there stood Judge Prior, with his hand upon the electric button. "I have but a single word to say," he began, without a notion as to what that word might be. "To say more would be to waste your time as well as my own." "I would willingly grant you the entire evening," said the judge urbanely. "Pray resume your seat and speak without haste." He waved his hand with a gesture of firm but gentle authority that had quelled a thousand lawyers in the courts. Rowan subsided, with the sensations of a little dog doing a trick. He strove to think of what he should say to the judge, but his mind would consider nothing except the roof of "I WISHED TO SPEAK WITH YOU A MOMENT IN PRIVATE." that arbor. Was it water tight? Would Prudence be adequately sheltered there until he could go to her rescue? "You object to me," he said, "because I am too young. I really think you underestimate my power to—to take care of Prudence—er—under all circumstances"— He checked himself, being well aware that he was beginning an Interminable discussion. "At least I do not doubt your good will, the absolute honesty of your intentions," said Judge Prior courteously. "But frankly, my young friend, you lack experience of life. Believe me, it is full of difficulties. When a man faces them alone, he may do well or ill and profit by the struggle in either event, but he should have some reasonable ground for confidence in himself before he ventures to assume the guidance of another's destiny. You have scarcely begun to walk alone. In two The young man was fortunate enough to be one of those persons for whom time moves slowly in emergencies. He seemed to have hours for reflection while the judge was turning around. "Judge Prior," he said in a singularly calm voice. The venerable jurist was naturally startled, but immediately regained his self control. "I was waiting for you, sir," continued Rowan. "I supposed that you would come here after dinner, and I wished to speak with you a moment in private." "Be seated, sir," said Prior courteously. And they took chairs upon opposite sides of the big table in the center of the room. As Rowan sat down there came a sudden shock of rain against the eastern windows. The sweat of agony broke out upon him as he thought of Prudence in the arbor, and he rose from the chair involuntarily. A years' time you will have made some creditable beginning. Prudence can wait"— "Holy Moses!" exclaimed Rowan, springing to his feet. "I—1 beg your pardon. But the idea of Prudence—waiting—waiting for me. Really, you know"— He sat down limply. And the rain resounded in the pause that followed. "To resume," said Judge Prior in that deliberate tone of his which had never seemed to Rowan so slow before, "it is so astonishingly easy to mismanage even the simplest matter when one must plan for two, and a woman always bears the major part of the joint burden of disaster." "True, true!" cried Rowan, rising once more and turning toward the window, which the rain now steadily assailed. The sight reduced him to the level of desperation where one often finds an inspiration waiting. "Judge Prior," he exclaimed, "this is all I wish to say: I believe your A woman in a long dress is reaching out to a man in a suit, who is holding a book. In the background, another man is standing. "JUST LOOK AT MY HAT!" daughter loves me. Heaven knows why. I am grotesquely unworthy. With a fair field I would fear no rivals, but you are going to take her away. You will not permit her to give me any promise. She must remember me as one of whom her father disapproved. Is not that putting me under an unfair disadvantage. Your influence will always be against me"— "Not at all," interrupted the judge. "I see your point clearly, and I am glad you have made it. Your mind shall be set at rest immediately. I will tell her in your presence precisely—what my views are, and you will find them satisfactory." He stepped toward the door, white Rowan, with his eye on the umbrella in the corner, fairly gasped at the near prospect of deliverance. He saw for a moment the white cameo of the judge's clean but face against the dark oak panel. Then the door swung open, revealing the lighted hall beyond. "Prudence!" exclaimed her father. "What's the matter, child? Here is Mr. Rowan"— "I don't want to see him!" sobbed the girl. "I never want to see him again! Look at my hat!" "This is most extraordinary," said the judge, taking her hand and drawing her into the library. "Why, you're all wet!" "And just look at my hat!" She held it at arm's length, and the sad blue mass dripped audibly upon the hardwood floor. "Why didn't you come with the umbrella?" she demanded suddenly of Rowan. His voice stuck in his throat. He waved his hand feebly toward the judge. "Father," continued Prudence, "I am going to my room to change my dress. As for Mr. Rowan, I am done with him forever." She cast one awful glance upon the speechless and trembling youth, and then, with all the dignity which her bed dragged gown permitted, she swept out of his sight. "I will trouble you for an explanation, sir," said the judge. He got it, straight out, without the slightest taint of equivocation, for Rowan had reached a point where it was a positive pleasure to accuse himself. Indeed he dealt with his own folly so frankly and displayed such a perfectly just yet obviously new appreciation of it that the judge's resentment was transformed into something very near to admiration. "My young friend," he said, "I think you have learned a valuable lesson. Do not forget it. Reflect frequently upon the extreme simplicity of the thing which you attempted to do tonight and the dire failure that you made of it. Believe me, every day of married life is full of problems far more difficult. If you could not devise a way to get my daughter out of that arbor and she was not strong enough to bear the calamity of a spoiled hat, how could you hope"— "One moment, sir," cried Rowan. "Tell me what you yourself would have done in my predicament." "My boy," said the judge kindly and confidentially. "I should never have got into it. There, there is the value of experience. That is the sort of wisdom which makes happy marriages. When you have learned not to invite trouble—But enough of lecturing. In two years' time I shall find you wiser, and Prudence will have forgotten all about the blue hat. So I bid you a cheerful good night. And, by the way, permit me to offer you this umbrella. You will find rain without." The best place to buy Loaf, Layer and Fruit Cakes, Nut Cookies, Macaroons, Lady Fingers, Cream Puffs and all the other kinds of delicious pastry goods. Our Ice Cream Factory is the largest and best in the Northwest and we make the kind of Cream you like. Our Ice Cream Sodas are simply grand. The only place in town you can get Fresh Candies every day. A man can save money and feel more comfortable by wearing clothes that fit. are all made expressly for us. They fit well, looks well and wear well. Prices are little, if any, higher than you pay for "trashy" wholesale clothing. NORTH MAIN STREET A New House of Our Day and Time, w Diamonds a Specialty Water Gut Manufacturing and Repair Department Men of exceptional ability in charge Cresent O Milk, Cream a Butter and Wholesale Uptown Store: 61 West Broadway. Telephone 65. A New House of Our Day and Time, with the only New and Desirable Lines of Diamonds a Watches, Jewelry Specialty Gut Glass, Bric=a=Brac Manufacturing and Repair Departments with 1902 Equipment. Men of exceptional ability in charge. We invite comparison of our prices. Cresent Creamery Milk, Cream and Ice Cream Butter and Ranch Eggs. Wholesale and Retail. Uptown Store: 61 West Broadway. Depot: 401 S. Wyoming. Telephone Telephone 65. 548. Harmless and Palatable Bacillus. Dr. Wynekoop, assistant city bacteriologist of Chicago, has done the world a distinct service by solving the mystery of the green spots on roquefort cheese which give it a moldy appearance. The learned scientist announces that these spots are the work of a harmless and palatable bacillus known as Panicillium glaucium, "a bacillus which is especially cultured for this purpose." Not only is this more or less important as adding to the world's store of scientific knowledge, but it must be extremely comforting to encircures to know that the green is not the work of a common, ignorant, unscientific bacillus, but of a bacillus that is especially cultured and knows its business. Incidentally, it is interesting to note that the bacillus that is responsible for the highly odorous limburger has been located. It is labeled the Bacillus aromatic, and, though possibly less cultured than the Panicillium glaucium, it does its work no less effectively, as any one whose olfactory organs have come into contact with the aroma of a simon pure limburger cheese can testify. The fact that the health authorities of certain communities have opened war on the Bacillus aromatic need not occasion any alarm among the lovers of limburger. The bacteriologists are generally agreed that none of these organisms in cheese has been found injurious. Meanwhile the man who likes roquefort will please remember that he is inebted to the cultured and refined Panicillium glaucium for the flavor and taste that appeal to his palate, while he who'delights in the fragrant limburger ought not to forget to return thanks to the beneficent Bacillus aromatic. "Yes," said the old doctor; "you should try to have your own carriage, by all means, because when you want to get to a patient quickly"— "Oh," interrupted the young M. D., "I don't think any patient who sent for me would be likely to die before I reached him." "No, but he might recover before you got there."—Philadelphia Press. 'PHONE 75. es That Fit and feel more comfortable by thes that fit. Well Clothes or us. They fit well, look s are little, if any, higher wholesale clothing. Well Company WELRY CO. with the only New and Desirable Lines of Bles, Jewelry Glass, Bric=a=Brac ents with 1902 Equipment. We invite comparison of our prices. Creamery and Ice Cream Ranch Eggs. Depot: 401 S. Wyoming. Telephone 548. New Money Order System. At a recent meeting of bankers in New York, embracing not only a large number of those of the metropolis, but many from other cities, it was decided to enter into competition with the United States and the express companies in the money order business. The design is to issue orders payable at any bank in the country, the rates to be somewhat lower than those charged by the postal department of the government. The rates charged by the express companies are lower than those of the government, its methods less cumbersome, and they have built up a large and presumably profitable business in transferring money from one section of the country to another. There is no doubt that the system proposed by the bankers would meet with favor among a very large class and if the scheme embraces a condition that the orders would be accepted and paid on presentation, even though the issuing bank closed its doors or had them closed by an examiner would probably be only a short time before Uncle Sam and the express companies would find in the banks a strong competitor for this branch of the people's business. The money order plan is about the best yet devised for the transfer of money in small amounts and there is no reason why the banks should not do a share of it. Fogget Their Sorrow. In his autobiography, "The Making of an American," Jacob A. Rils once made to the house of three sisters whose brother had been drowned: "It was a very hot July day, and to guard against sunstroke I have put a cabbage leaf in my hat. On the way over I forgot all about it, and the leaf getting limp, settled down snugly on my head, like a ridiculous green skull cap. Knowing nothing of this, I was wholly unprepared for the effect my entrance, hatless, had upon the weeping family. The young ladies ceased crying, stared wildly and then, to my utter bewilderment, broke into hysterical laughter. For the moment I thought they had gone mad. For some years afterward the thought of it had the same effect upon me that the cabbage leaf produced so unexpectedly that grief stricken home." --- Jobbing, Cabinet and Office Fixtures a Specialty. 216 WEST BROADWAY Overland Rye The Whiskey of Montana. THE Will call for and Deliver that Laundry. ...Ring Up Rem TROY 'Phone 2. Butte J The Leading Florists Cut Flower Decorations and Salesroom, 10 Green Houses at Gregson Sp A large supply of beauti flowers are always carried. A For a real s suit of clothes, ate prices, call Dan K The Fashion 305 North Maid City Steam 101 W. 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Now that the w Drink only Bu now that the warm days are ok only Butte Brewing Co Now that the warm days are here, Drink only Butte Brewing Co.'s PHONE... IF YOU WANT A COOL ...252 INVIGORATING STIMUMANT one 2... er ANDRY with Main Street Ral Co. otators and montana Plants has a Specialty broadway. Telephone 213 ens and roses and other receive prompt attention. up-to-date very moder- wske Tailor , - Butte ge Works or. Alaska its Cleaned, Dyed Equal to New ALBERT BARCLAY. Proprietor. lays are here, wing Co.'s THE NEW AGE. For forty years Jacob and Hannah Matthews had been man and wife, and for forty Hannah had been Jacob's slave. She started in to "love, honor and obey." He held her only to the obedience, and she never got away from that. He thought for her, spoke for her and acted for her, and after a year or two she wouldn't have dared to darn one of his socks without first asking him how much yarn she should take. Even when the husband boxed her ears, which he did occasionally, she took it meekly, and when she broke a dish and was put on a diet of bread and butter for a week, with the butter spread very thin, she never thought of helping herself to anything more. The wife died as she had lived. It didn't cost him a cent extra, and it didn't take up any of his valuable time. One day when he was down in the potato patch she felt that her time had come, and she lay down on the lounge and closed her eyes and died. As he was sixty-five years old when he became a widower and reared an eight dollar zinc headstone above Hannah's grave it was the general talk that he would not marry again. His demeanor corroborated that idea, but he was only lying low. Scarcely two months had passed when he called on Aunt Sarah Weldon one day and said: "Aunt Sarah, I have been wondering whether I ought to marry again or not, but Providence seems to have settled the question. I want to see if you agree with me." "I don't believe Providence has anything to do with old fools taking a second wife," bluntly replied Aunt Sarah, who was a widow of sixty and always said just what she thought. "I am sorry you have such a poor opinion of me," replied Jacob, "but I must insist that Providence appears to have a hand in it. You know Susie White, of course? I am going to ask her to be my wife." "Why, she isn't eighteen years old yet" exclaimed Aunt Sarah. "I know, but you see I can be a father as well as a husband to her. Providence seems to have had a hand in her father losing his farm and her A HE HAD TO GET OUTDOORS TO AVOID THE RAIN OF MISSILES. HE HAD TO GET OUTDOORS TO AVOID THE RAIN OF MISSILES. mother being ill, and she can step right into Hannah's shoes and be loved and cared for. I may even do something for her parents, but of course I do not promise." "Well, what have I got to do with it?" was asked. "Why, I sort o' thought I'd find out if you and Mrs. Davison and Mrs. Jackson believed in Providence and thought my getting married was all right. I don't want everybody saying that I didn't wait till Hannah was cold, but I do want to foller the finger of Providence." "Well, you foller away," said Aunt Sarah. "Folks will talk, I reckon, but if you and Providence are agreed you needn't care what is said." "But you stand ready to say you think Providence is pointing out the way for me?" he insisted. "Well, Jacob," she replied after a moment's thought, "I'll go as far as to say that Providence works in mysterious ways and that this may be one of 'em." That satisfied Jacob Matthews. He went over to White's and had a talk with father, mother and Susie. After a couple of hours they were made to see the hand of Providence in it, and a week later the redheaded, humble looking Susie became the wife of the man who was hungry to boss and nag some one. The only fear he had was that she was too humble and doole, too much like his lost Hannah, but perhaps a box on the ear might call out a spark of temper, just enough to require another box to subdue her. The marriage took place in the afternoon before a justice of the peace, and the couple drove home. The bride entered the house, while Jacob put out the horse. When he finally arrived at the kitchen door, it was to find several chairs in the yard, all the curtains pulled down and a dozen dishes thrown on the ash pile. thrown in. "I don't like 'em and want new things," explained the bride as he stood with open mouth. stood with open arms. Jacob walked over and boxed her ears, and a second later some one was pulling his hair and scratching his face. He boxed again, and the bride stepped back and flung the teapot, the rolling pin and the dishpan at him, and he had to get outdoors to avoid the rain of missiles. That was the beginning of the honeymoon, and Jacob had to beg his young wife's pardon to save the rest of the dishes. He had been taken by surprise, but he had hours to think things over, and next morning he laid the law down to her and took his boe and departed for the field. When he came up to dinner, there was no dinner ready. Jacob cuffed her ears, and she pulled out handfuls of his hair. He tried to shut her in a closet, but she kicked the door off its hinges, threw the cat into the hall and hit Jacob with the leg of a broken chair. Again he had to "come down" to bring about a cessation of hostilities, but it was only to save the clock and the cook stove. He had been boss too long to give up in a day, and the idea of giving up to a chit of a wife was not to be thought of. He got his own dinner and supper, and he attempted no more moves until the next morning. Then at the breakfast table, which he had been obliged to help prepare, he laid down the law. For her insubordination the young wife must pass two days and nights in the dark cellar on bread and water. She must also expect to go without tea or sugar or shoes the rest of the year to make good the damage to the furniture. Rather to his amazement the bride was humble and spiritless, and in due time the cellar door was locked against her. Jacob set off to work feeling that darkness and hunger were perhaps better than a box on the ear, although the box would come later, and as he toiled he reflected that he was an instrument of Providence. Meanwhile the bride crawled through the cellar window without much trouble, but not until she had opened the spigots of the vinegar and elder barrels, upset the soft soap and smashed the jar of pickled peaches. When she got out, she filled up the well with the chairs from the house, broke up the table and the rest of the dishes with an ax, and as a sort of farewell went around and smashed out every pane of glass in every window. Then she made a bundle of her trousseau, gave the cat a last kick and departed for her father's house. Jacob came up to dinner in due time, wondering if the prisoner would knock on the cellar floor and ask forgiveness. When he saw the ruin wrought, he staggered outdoors and sat down on the grass to get his breath, and he was fishing for it when Aunt Sarah Weldon drove past with her old white horse and called out: "Yes, Jacob, I'll go as far as to say that Providence works in mysterious ways, and if them ways are jerky and wobbly and full of colic we've got to grin and bear it and be thankful we wasn't drowned in the cistern when we was babies!" A Hyphenated Message. "When you take up a residence in the City of Mexico," said an American who had lived there for several years, "you are waited upon by the police, who ask you how many beggars may call at your house every morning and receive a dole. Your answer is recorded, and only the number of beggars mentioned dare show up. I had my brother with me at the house, and our answers to the police differed somewhat. Two weeks after their call a messenger came on an errand and inquired for Jones. "Which Jones? I asked. "Senor,' he replied, 'I know that there are two of you—the Jones you can send a long about eight-of'em and the Jones I won't feed a cussed one-of'em, and the Jones I want is not the first." "Then, as I'm the one who said eight beggars might come around, you don't want me." "It cannot be. It is the I-won't-feed a cussed one-of'em Jones I want." "But he is not in just now. Can you leave your message with me?" "Si, senor. Tell you him when he arrives that if he don't want-to-feed a cussed one-of'em he can go-to-bazes and be-hanged-to-him." Eating For Health's Sake. We all eat more than we require, and this daily repeated superfluity lends to stodginess. In a more primitive state of society meals were more irregular, and the amount of food tallied more with the effort expended in obtaining it. Now we eat because it is a mealtime. Too many of us eat not by rule, but to repletion, while probably all of us eat again before we are really hungry. Day after day a little more is taken than is used, and this excess either disturbs the liver or teases the stomach, circulating in a hyperplastic blood, leads to torpor, or sometimes is put by—out of harm's way for the time, but much to the distress of the patient later on—in the form of fat. Thus we never have an opportunity of striking a proper balance between intake output unless we follow the wise maxim of the church and fast once a week, not mere abstaining from the more toothsome delicacies, but fasting honestly, even to emptiness and discomfort.—London Hospital. The household blessed with noble daughters ought to be a happy one. Most parents forget, however, to imbue them with love of nature, which is so invigorating and healthful. Give them not only noble teachings, but noble teachers, and give them the help which alone has sometimes done more than all other influences—the help of wild and fair nature. You cannot baptize them rightly in inch deep church fonts unless you baptize them in the sweet waters which the great Lawgiver strikes forth from the rock of your native land. You cannot lead them faithfully to those narrow axe hewn church altars while the azure altars in heaven remain for you without inscription—altars built, not to, but by, an unknown God—Ruskin. Our Daughters. WE DESIRE TO CALL ATTENTION TO OUR STOCK OF CARPETS, LACE CURTAINS and DRAPERIES ALSO OUR SILK AND DRESS GOODS COUNTER, AND LADIES' READY-TO-WEAR DEPARTMENT MAIN STREET WORLD PAC MES TELEPH Goodkind Bros. WHOLESALE LIQUOR, TOBACCO AND CIGAR DEALERS WE ARE THE LEADERS IN FINE LIQUORS AND CIGARS Helena, Mont. THE KING SNAKE. He Is the Deadly Enemy of Every Polsonopa Reptile. Of all kind provisions of nature perhaps the manner in which snakes are brought into the world is the most remarkable. As a rule all harmless snakes are hatched from eggs, arriving in batches of from thirty to eighty. The poisonous snakes, on the other hand, are born in litters of from seven to eleven in number. There are exceptions to the rule, of course, but they are few and unimportant, for, though the deadly king cobra inks her eggs to be hatched by the sun, they are few in number, unlike the colonies deposited by the harmless snakes. Chief among the enemies of the snakes are the reptiles themselves. Cannibalism is general among the creatures, the smaller snake serving as food to the larger one. But chief of all snakes that hunt their own kind for the pleasure of slaughter is the long, slender king snake, a constrictor by habit and a flash in his movements. Among all reptiles the king snake alone may truly be said to be the friend of man. He is found throughout the whole south, where the rattier and moccasin abound, sunning himself and preying for slaughter. Picked up by human hand, the reptile seems pleased with the touch. He makes no effort to escape, but twins about its captor's arm and makes himself comfortable. To the rattlesnake and to every other dangerous snake, large or small, the king snake is a terror. The poison of a rattler has no more effect on him than so much mooshine. Instinctively the rattler knows his match and at sight of a king snake tries to escape, if possible. In fight the king snake relies wholly upon his incredible speed. If the movements of an ordinary snake seem quick to the human eye, the movements of a king snake would seem instantaneous. In a twinkle the long, ink fellow has wound himself about the throat of an antagonist and his sinewy coils closing about the other's throat, chokes the wind out of him. -New York Times. Severely Ill. "It's sick you've been, Mrs. McGinnny" i "Nick, is it? I was that sick that I'd be a dead woman now if I hadn't 'a' lived."—Indianapolis News. PACKAGE EXPRESS MESSENGER SERVICE HONE 200 Oxford Market Mendelsohn & Bailey, Props. Wholesale and Retail Dealers in Family Groceries, Fruits and Vegetables BUTTER AND EGGS. Dried and Smoked Meats, Fish and Game In Season. Phone 682-M. 46 W. Park St. HELENA PACKING AND PROVISION CO. Wholesale Oysters, Fish and Poultry M. M. HENNIGER HELENA . . . MONTANA THE Gate - City - Club CLARK STREET Pocatello, Ida. OPFICERS WM. HAMMONS ..... President CHAS. HILL ..... Vice-President L N. OWLEY ..... Secretary CHAS. THOMPSON ..... Treasurer L N. OWLEY ..... Gen. Manager WM. HAMMONS CHAS. HILL L. N. OWSLEY CHAS. WAGNER CHAS. THOMPSON How Metals Are Used by Nature Nature uses largely four gases—oxygen, nitrogen, hydrogen chlorine. She uses also largely two inorganic nonmetallic bodies, carbon and sulphur. She uses metals, calcium and iron. She uses one metalbond, phosphorus. Man in his work uses all these elements, with some others. Nature uses iron readily. Man uses it largely. Nature uses the metal calcium large ly, letting it enter into the construction of the bone of every skeleton of animal. Man uses calcium in a rough way in the formation of buildings in the compound form of lime, together with other metals in the grand storehouse-tin, copper and aluminium, substances which nature shows no preference for in any of her artistic and mechanical works. Man also uses zinc, lead and mercury, for which nature has no special employment that is obvious to us. ```markdown ```