The New Age (Butte)

In Men's Dep't New Music Vocal and Instrumental Pieces..... In our music department in basement we have a large assortment of the latest vocal and instrumental music, our price for which is but 25c a copy. We've a piano and player for our customers to try over or hear any piece they may fancy. Our selection: Selections, too, from the Operas, all at 25c a Copy. FOR MANDOLIN AND GUITAR Whitney-Warner collection of mandolin and guitar music, published for mandolin or violin solo and second mandolin, guitar or piano accompaniment. Tols includes such favorites as Mail Orders to Hennessy's Butte, Montana VOL. 1. Bargains for Today Some great values in Shirts, Underwear and Hosiery that shrewd buyers will readily appreciate ... Come and see. $3.00 Values for $1.50 200 fine silk striped cashmere Overshirts, beautifully made with all the late improvements, a lot we bought from a manufacturer for very little, hence half the usual price—$1.50 instead of $3.00. Sizes 14½ to 17. Shirts at $1.15 A lot of strictly high grade shirts, with stiff bosoms, in a variety of fancy stripes and other effects, with two pairs of cuffs to match; values from $1.75 to $2.00, for $1.15 each. Men's Half Hose winter weight Merino half hose, garn seamless, in gray and camel's hair; Me 25c quality; going 2 pairs for 25c. shir Men's fine half hose, in gray, teen black and brown; 35c values, for ever 25c pair. New Music Pia In our music department in basement of the latest vocal and instrument is but 25c a copy. We've a piano and try over or hear any piece they may fa only 25c Copy Only "Creole Belles"—March. "N Sunny Susan"—Two-step. two-step. "Lazare"—Waltzes. "I Clarinda"—Two-step. "I Lindy"—Two-step. "I Prayer and Passion"—Waltz. sona Hearts Courageous"—Waltz. "I Carmelita"—Mexican dance. "I When Knighthood Was In Flow- Voc er"—Waltz. "S Selections, too, from the Oper FOR MANDOLIN AR Whitney-Warner collection of mando for mandolin or violin solo and second companiment. This includes such favori "Creole Belles"—March. "Laz Clarinda"—March. "I Carmelita"—Mexican dance. er." Practical Method For the Piano By Louis Kohler, two volumes; size publisher's price 75c, ours 25c Vol. Mail Orders to Hennes 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 14 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 NEW AGE. A Men's Underwear Fine mercerized silk striped undershirts and drawers, well made and nicely finished; regular $2.50 garments, for $1.50. Men's heavy winter undershirts and drawers, in gray and camel's hair; regular $1.00 quality, for 75c a garment. Men's California flannel under shirts and drawers, all bound in saeen; shirts are double-breasted; every garment bears the union label; all sizes; price $1.00 cach. Vocal and lstrumental Pieces ..... basement we have a large assortmental music, our price for which and player for our customers to pay fancy. Our selection: Only 25c Copy "Mississippi Bubble"—March and two-step. "Miranda"—Coon song. "Please Let Me Sleep"—Coon song. "Moon! Moon! Moon!"—Coon song. "Rose of Killarney"—Vocal. "When the Lilacs Bloom Again"—Vocal. "She Lives in Alabama"—Vocal. Operas, all at 25c a Copy. N AND GUITAR andolin and guitar music, published on mandolin, guitar or piano ac- favorites as Lazare Waltz, "When Knighthood Was in Flower, er," waltz, and many other good ones. Common Sense Instructor For violin, guitar and mandolin; size 6% by 101/4 inches; only 25c copy. essy's Butte, Montana NOTICE. NOTICE. There will be a political rally at the Colored democratic club. on Hamilton street, next Wednesday evening. The Silver Bow band will be present to furnish music for the occasion. There will be several speeches made by candidates and members of the club. Every body is invited to attend. JAS, COLLINS, Pres. JAS, E. WILDS, V. Pres. JOHN C. ALLEN, Sec'y. Preaching at Shaffer's chapel, A. M. E. church, Platnum and Idaho streets, at 11 a. m. and 7:30 p. m., by the pastor. Subject for morning, "Prayer, and What It Is." For evening, "Christ, the Giver of Eternal Life." Prayer meeting on Wednesday evening. Sunday school at 2:30 p. m., Mrs. Austin, superintendent, Mrs. S. Reeves, secretary. Church Literary on Thursday evening. All are invited to these services. Everybody is invited to look forward to the grand dollar rally on the 9th of November. Reverend J. P. Watson, of Helena, will be here and will do the preaching on said occasion, so let every one bear it in mind and get the dollar ready. Said effort is to be made to finish paying off all little debts against the church and clear of all indebtedness by the 1st day of December. Jordan Allen, pastor. The Silver Bow Literary of Shaffer's chapel, was conducted under the management of Mrs. Reeves and Mrs. Frisby. Mrs. Frisby's chicken fry is the talk of the town, drawing people from far and near. $11.15 was cleared on the supper table. Next Thursday evening Mrs. Davis will cook the supper and the following program will be rendered under Mrs. Willis' direction. Reading ..... Mr. C, Polk Recitation ..... Mrs. A. Reeves Solo ..... Mrs. Susie Austin Address ..... Mrs. C. Brown Recitation ..... Miss Suttler Solo ..... Mrs. Julia Parsons Recitation ..... Mrs. Sarah Scott Solo ..... Miss I. Nelson Recitation ..... Miss Mel. Williams Solo ..... Mr. W. Burnside --- BUTTE, MONTANA, SATURDAY, OCT. 18, 1902. POLITIGAL RALLY The members of the colored democratic club had a rally meeting last Wednesday evening, at their club rooms on Hamilton street, and indulged in speaking upon the issues of this campaign. Mr. J. J. EWilds was selected as chairman and filled that position with much credit. There was about 100 members present and the order of business was begun by an address upon democracy and its essential success in this campaign by Aaron Scott Webb. The eminent speaker went into details upon the issue and brought out many points and showed in his discourse that the colored voter should support the democrat ticket in this election. Mr. Webb is personally acquainted with the majority of the candidates on the democrat ticket and his personal interview with them has led him to believe if they are elected and in the discharge of the duties of their respective offices they will give all races a fair and impartial consideration in all matters that may be laid before them. Mr. Webb also impressed upon the audience the great necessity of a pure judiciary, wherein prejudice against the colored man may not be known. He also stated that he had been a life long republican, but in view of the fact that the democratic issue offered the best inducements for the better interest of the negro citizens. After Mr. Webb had finished his discourse, Honorable Mr. George Casey, who is prominent in politics and a leader of democracy, was introduced by the chairman, and in response, delivered an able address in behalf of the club. Mr. Casey is a man well above reproach and has always proven a friend to the negro. Mr. J. C. Allen, secretary of the club, was introduced and responded with intelligent remarks and his discourse brought many aplauses. At this juncture in come the successful nominee for state senator, Hon. M. P. Glichrist, and was immediately requested by the chairman to make a little talk in behalf of the club, to which he responded, and in his discourse, which was ably delivered, he mentioned of his life-long acquaintance and integrity to the colored race. Mr. Glichrist, with his courage and confidence and holds no malice or grievance against any race on account of color or previous servitude. He will receive the hearty support of the colored boys in this election, and if the colored vote of Silver Bow county can elect him, he is as good as state senator now. The next speaker to be introduced was Mr. C. W. Clark, who seemed to be pleased to make an address in the interest of the club. He apprised the club of the fact that Mr. Heinze is an interview with the time he is in his office some two years ago, made a sympathy when the question of what to do with the negro vote came up for consideration. In answer Mr. Heinze emphatically said d—m the nigger, we can buy them when ever we need them. Mr. Clark outlined the situation of the present campaign and it was an easy matter for one to understand the questions involved. His excellent address was well appreciated and received hearty applause. Mr. W. A. Clark Jr. was asked to favor the members with some encouraging remarks and with deep interest he responded. Mr. Clark, who has spent many years in the south, and who is familiar with the depressed condition of the southern negro the appalling situation, most vividly brought out in his remarks, seemed to the sympathy of Mr. Clark, and in his remarks he stated that the negro in the south never did have their rights. He also stated that about the same thing existed in the middle and eastern states. Mr. Clark's remarks upon the situation was the best that it has ever been our pleasure to hear and his fidelity philanthropy is well born out by the many kind favors that he has shown the race. With a few remarks by Mr. Chas. Roe, conclude the business part of the meeting with adjourned, subject to the call of the chair, which was later decided to be next Wednesday evening, with the Silver Bow band pres "THE NEW AGE." By Nora E. Hulings Siegel, Denver, Colorado. What is the significance of the above words? How many of us think that it means any thing in particular to us, or have thought of it to all? Well, it means to each one just what it signifies to him and no more. Doubtless the editor of this well delenated journal or who ever chien tened it, held in his mind some thing far exceeding the picture when he called about him the witness of angels to the purport of his new venture. I believe he had many unfulfilled projects in his imagination for the betterment of his race, when he put his hand, hand and zeal to the task of bringing to visible form the possibilities of "The New Age." situations. Each one of us who realizes in little its meaning and who take a livey interest in the future welfare of "The New Age," not this publication alone for this is mostly a personal affair and he who represents it is abundantly capable of "standing for it," but in that which the name its self implies: "The New Age," of which the editor has taken upon himself a self-imposed task of chronicling in order to invoke better conditions. You ask, what New Age? After asking this question—of yourself and receiving no definite response you finally rely to your own question—Well, "time will tell." By replying to yourself in this well-worn phrase you give your consent that the problem is too difficult for one of your calibre to decipher. In so doing you are unwittingly "closing your self out of the deal" and admitting the fact of your non-interest; also to that of a "happy go lucky" sort of existence which these hurrying times will not admit of. You will be pushed aside and be compelled to drop out. You must exert every portion of your energy, both brain and body to keep up with "The New Age." We have learned that we are no longer "worms of the dust," but God's "heirs to kingdom," and we must each and every one of us our part in working out the grand and glorious problem assigned to us by God (good)—that of living. I am writing this letter to the Afro-American: When ever I see one of you doing some thing to bellittle your cause and to bring censure upon the heads of your grand race. When ever I see you demeaned and insulted by those who know no better, my belief is that you in love, be seething you are not worthy and to prove yourself "true sons of The Living God." Though I may never clasp hands with all of you, I have a sincere interest in each one and I ask one and all to join me in working out this new problem, which "The New Age" is ushering in. The problem of living your best! We do not consent that our part shall result in unfulfilled requirements! We expect to accomplish very much in advance of that accomplished by any age in the past, so that the one in question will be so superior that the contrast will be most pleasingly striking. Do we not? None of us picture it to become an age of blood-shed and horror? No, certainly not! But what ever it is to be, each one should honor her part in the making sponsorship and to come to a conclusion immediately as to the part he intends to perform. You each have the making of your own destiny, whether you know it or not. Yur own actions count up in time, and these actions are impelled by right or wrong thinking. Therefore I impach you to think rightly Think earnestly. Think carefully and let each thought come forth in beautiful outward expression. Look all about you; can you see anything that is not brought about by God's mediator—man? You say: Yes, the earth. All living creatures and man himself is not of his own handiwork." To this I reply: Does not man by taking thought change the texture of the plant? Is it not through his understanding that finer animals are bred red. That all these patents and improvements are made manifest? Then why may he not improve his own destiny right here and now? We know the slothful man has not got that which he might have attained through deligence. The slothful man has only himself to senure for his material conditions. Life means energy. He who lives greatly uses greater energy in life production than does the indolent man. The person who thinks much and carefully produces more than he who thinks little and indifferently. Let us each decide what we would like to possess and go about getting it diligently. Let us have an ideal desire and live up to it. Let us alm high and not be satisfied with an inferior attainment. Let us acquire the best. Let us attract to us the best by thinking the best and doing our utmost to get it. Let us have right ever in our minds as the only true road to success. Let us lay aside all prejudices, all deceptions, a illusion and unjust opinions of others. Let us do our share of loving without asking or expecting a return. Let us see to it that we are true to our highest conception of truth and by so doing we will constantly develop a higher and fuller appreciation of all good. In doing all these things we are livkin in "The New Age" of our being. I would love to encourage all who feel themselves depressed in any way. To do this I would love to lift up the weak in spirit. I would love to tell the sick how they may obtain health. I would love to advise the poor, how they may obtain a full purse. Jesus must have entertained thoughts as these before he started upon his mission. He afterwards became capable of promiscing the following: "Where two or three are gathered together in my name" there am I in their midst." At another time he said: "Ask what you will, if you believe, you do receive you shall receive." If you choose to follow the road that Jesus followed you may attain those things. There is no miracle in it. Simply right doing and really it does not pay to do any other way. You each have the "Christ Principle" within you and you can enter into that principle only through right thinking, which is by right doing. This path is the path of true consolation. All other ways are false, which is change is bogus. and their care. He who would receive of the best must give of his best. In other words you can not occupy a part of the game in good thinking and receive recompense for full time. Do not expect nor want people to make you gifts of money, nor any thing else without you give them for value received. Unless you do this you belittle your own Godhood. You are able to earn in one way or an other that which you need. P. J. Brophy & Co. For over Twenty Years the LEADERS. The Rich and the poor, the sumptuous and the thrifty find their wants supplied with equal pleasure and satisfaction at our store. Our stock comprehends all that is good to eat and at prices that cannot be beaten. Your patronage is respectfully solicited. P. J. Brophy & Co. No. 28 Main St., Butte, Montana 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. I would particularly impress upon the minds of the colored people that they must first raise their own standard of self respect by respecting themselves before they can expect others to respect them. For instance, do not expect free gifts from any one. This habit demeans you in your own estimation and in the regard of your equals—the white race. I believe this form of dependence was acquired during your period of slavery. You were made to feel dependent and your future being passive, you more readily felt the state of negation that you might have done under other conditions. On the other hand, it is no compliment to another to expect him to oblige himself to you by accepting your gift. If you wish to make gifts you should consider yourself remunerated by the pleasure you experience in the giving; here your share of the contract ends. You have no right to expect a return, not even in thanks for that gift at that time nor at any other time. But the recipient has an obligation entirely aside from yours. If he allows himself to accept the obligation and can not just return it to you in some way, then he should do so, if not to you, someone else, when his soul dictates. It. It the accounter loses nothing to you. You depend upon it, the accounts are kept accurately. But you must become acquainted with its method through close communion with it. Your soul inhabits your sub-conscious mind. It is that mind. It is not manifest in words and deeds, but is the source from which words thus deeds eminate. Your soul is a wellspring of beautiful thoughts. It is an ever-green country of grand deeds. I look forward to "The New Age" as flowering forth many grand attainments for the Afro-Americans in particular and for the colored races in general. The war in the Philippines will terminate in much spirit, away from the dark races there. They are being compelled think, to reason, to energize. This planet could not exist by a part of the inhabitants becoming greatly progressive and the remained left in a comatous state. It would fly to pieces. Therefore wars are good and useful in a way. Your becoming enslaved was the best thing that could have happened to you. Just so with Adam and Eve being driven out of their peaceful condition. "All things work together for good." If our lessons seem severe it is because we are worthy of a severe awakening. Not necessarily that we have been unusually bad, but that we must be brought to a realization that we have a grave responsibility upon our hands and that we must be proven capable of the charge. Therefore we are compelled to think, to reason. Omnipotence thoroughly realized your unusual ability when singling you out from all the other races of the earth for enslavement. You had to be taught a wonderful lesson, which time in "The New Age" will determine. You are a musical and in- genious race. You are an unusually spiritual one by virtue of your passivity, which counts first in the maintaining of a nation. You will not be called upon to wander over the earth as the Jews have done. Their religion has been all right, but; it has had to suffer through their giving way to slothfulness, and unlawful business principles. Something was not all right with them back there in Egypt, or they would have remained there. After they reached the promised land they could not have lived up to their noble conceptions, right, or they would have held Jerusalem. They have not learned the lesson yet, but some day they will be forced into it. They are worthy because of their virtuous propensities. Your lesson came quickly and was soon completed. You are called upon to walk as becomes intelligent beings endowed with souls. I for one look forward to great results from you. You are not pygmies, you are giants. You are not slaves, but heirs to the kingdom. You are not stunted either impatiently or patiently. You are capable of great wisdom and intellectual research, which "The New Age" will prove. Daughter of the Tabernacle. Mrs. Emma Norman and Mrs. Sarah Walker, of Anaconda, together with Mrs. Mary Witers and Miss Birdie Simington, were invited into the mysteries that encircle the shrine of the Daughters of the Ta> ornacle on last Friday evening amid all the hilarity that usually accompanies this ceremony. The Daughters now numbers nineteen, and will continu to meet a the Odd Fellows' hall on the second Friday of each month. Tom Thumb and Minnie Warren will be married promptly at half past eight Monday evening at Bethel el Baptist church. Admission, 25c; children, 10c. A very pretty party complimentary to Miss Gertrude Haynes, was given Monday evening by Miss Sigora Scott at her home on West Granite street. The decoration being similac and sweet peas. The invited guests were: Miss G, Haynes, of Helena; Mr. and Mrs. Sam Jones, Mr. and Mrs. Selle Reeves, Mrs. J. D. Scott, Mrs. Laura Brown, Bella Miller, Mrs. Alfred Taylor, Mrs. Susan Austin; Misses Lizzle Reid, Ada Nelson, Mr. Sam George, Harry Jobs, O. Watts, J. Cund, N. P. Fazier, F. Pearl, M. Pearl, A. C. Davis, C. Pope, D. J. Yancey, C. Brown, Chas, Davis, E. E. McQuillen and the hostess. 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. 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 18, 1902. SHE DROPPED IT. The Story of a Visitor, a Parrot and a Costly Vase. A story is told wherein figure two well known Columbus ladies and a parrot. Mrs. A. paid a special call at the home of Mrs. B. the other day and was ushered into the living room by the maid of all work to await the appearance of Mrs. B. Mrs. B. had come into possession of a parrot only a short time before and had been keeping the bird in the living room. Polly has a very good command of English and appears to know when to use it. Mrs. A. sat down with her back to the bird without notice it, and as Polly made no sound she remained in ignorance of its presence. Observing a beautiful vase on the mantel, Mrs. A. arose from her seat and, crossing the floor, took down the daitypt piece of brie-a-brac to examine it. She gazed on it rapturously, completely absorbed by its elegant decorations, when suddenly from just behind her came the shrill and stern command: "Drop it! Drop it!" Mrs. A. obeyed and turned, with a scream, to face the imperturbable gaze of Polly, who sat in her cage-with her green head slyly perked to one side. On the floor lay the beautiful vase smashed to bits. At this most embarrassing moment Mrs. B. entered the room. Before Mrs. A. could explain the situation Polly shook out her feathers and remarked: "You're it! You're it! You're it!"—Ohio Journal. The preparation used to produce what we call "vaccination" is known among medical men as vaccine virus, to produce which it is necessary to go through a surgical operation, the subject being a young cow or even a calf. After scarifying the belly of the animal, the parts having previously been shaved, the wound is inoculated with virus from an animal already in use. A sore is thus formed without lasting injury to the beast, and after a week or ten days a thin vaccine matter begins to flow from the abrasion. This pus or matter is the vaccine virus of commerce. Goose quills which have been scraped with a knife until they present a rough exterior are rubbed in this virus. The virus from one abrasion is sufficient to cont 10,000 quills, which after being so prepared are technically called "points." These points when ready for shipment look very much like ordinary goose quills, the virus coating not being visible to the naked eye. Buying of Wives Wives are still obtained by purchase in parts of Russian Europe. In the district of Kamyschin, on the Volga, for example, this is practically the only way in which marriages are brought about. The price of a pretty girl from a well to do family ranges from £10 to £20, and in special cases a much higher sum is obtained. In the villages the lowest price is about £5. It is customary for the fathers of the intending bride and bridegroom to hangle for a long time over the price to be paid for the lady. A young farmer whose father cannot afford to pay for a wife for him need not think of getting married. —London Chronicle. Acids and Ink Spots. Nearly all the acids remove spots of ink from paper, but it is important to use such as least attack its tissue. Spirits of salts diluted in five times or six times the quantity of water may be applied with success upon the spot and after a minute or two washed off with clear water. A solution of oxalic acid, citric acid or tartaric acid is attended with the least risk and may be applied upon the paper or plates without fear of damage. These acids, taking out writing ink and not touching the printing, can be used for restoring books where the margins have been written upon without attacking the text. He Blundered. "How long," asked the youth, "ought a young man to be acquainted with a girl, Miss Flyppe, before he may venture to call her by her first name?" "How long have you known me?" she asked in turn. "About six months." "Well, if he's the right young man, that's a long enough time." A Genius. "There goes a great genius!" exclaimed the Georgia citizen as a tall figure stonched by. "Novelist?" "No, but he reads all the novels the other fellows write." "You call that 'genius'?" "Well, if it ain't exactly genius it's the patience of it."—Atlanta Constitution. Ronnoke ..... 1 Coteau Queen ..... 2 Prairie Belle ..... 3 Wild Rose ..... 4 This appeared on the bulletin board as the jockeys who had ridden the first heat of the running race wheeled their horses and, riding before the judge's stand, waved their hands in signal. The blunt country band began to blare. The race track was a mass of jostling, swearing, sweating, betting men. Gold clinked against silver, bills were waved in air, everywhere rose cries of "Two to one!" or "Ten to five on Ronnoke." Buckskin Jones, a saloon keeper, seemed to be the only taker for the losing side. He had staked a small fortune on Coteau Queen and bet against Ronnoke freely. The jockeys were leading their mounts to and fro, wetting the animals' mouths and rubbing their limbs. Many hands were stretched forth to pat the winning Roanoke, a black Kentucky bred mare, whose slender, refined beauty in some subtle way suggested the Gibson picture of American women. She seemed proudly conscious of her triumph. Her nostrils dilated, and the pupils of her eyes widened. Beside Roanoke stood her jockey, Bud, and her owner, Jim Harcourt, a clean cut, lithe young ranchman. Men A HE GRASPED THE BARE BROW ARM OF THE SHRIEKING CHILD. pressed about them, paying the homage the American is so eager to render to his god-Success. A grim faced, thin lipped man stood quietly beside Roanoke, passing his hand admiringly over her glistening flanks and slender limbs. “What'll you take for her?” he asked in an undertone. “Not for sale,” replied Harcourt. for sale, repaid Harcourt. "I'll give you $2,000 if she wins," murmured the grim man without moving a muscle of his face. "Two thousand dollars! Jim thought rapidly of a neat cottage on the ranch, where he could take Jessie in spite of the disapproval of her stern old father, Judge Osborne, but the caution of the natural horseman was strong. He puffed his cigar a moment in silence, while the grim man watched him closely and murmured carelessly, "I'll see you after the race." The Dakota sun heat down mercilessly on the grand stand where gathered the shoddy aristocracy of a boom town; upon the fringe of farm wagons outside the inclosure, where occupants craned their necks to see the races without money and without price, and upon a single Indian tepee standing near the course. The last was occupied by Shunka Ll, who had set up his household gods, including squaw, papoose, dogs, cats and ponies, within the inclosure, thinking to while away the tedium of his abundant leisure by the excitement of the races. The last strain of "Just One Girl" dies away, there is a burr-r of drum, and the first heat of the pacing race is on. But interest in this event is mild. Anxiety—and cash are centered on the second heat of the running race, the next on the programme. At last the hideous, goggle eyed blankets are removed and the sunlight glances on shining flank, bridle and stirrup. Jim Harcourt, standing beside the Osborne carriage, in which sits Jessie, dainty, patrician and lovely enough to turn the head of any man, sees Buckskin Jones press through the crowd and slip a folded paper into the hand of Bud, Roanoke's jockey, who is already mounted. Fear, anger, exultation are plainly written upon his low browed, dissolute face as he reads With a sinister smile he tears the paper in bits. Jim whispers to Jessie: "I am offered $2,000 for Roanoke if he wins. You know what that means for us, dear?" Jessie's face flushes. "You know he will win, but will that help matters? Nothing will make father feel differently about it, and I cannot obey him." There is the usual friction of starting, but now they are off. Roanoke forges steadily ahead. But see! Something happens! She rears—wheels. Coteau Queen gfins. Again Roanoke plunges and rears. Great beads of sweat start on Jim's ashy face. By heavens, Bud is holding her in, and a breast ahead forges Coteau Queen, her slender body all iron and fire. She's under the wire. "Hurrah for Coteau Queen!" is the ry of Buckskin Jones and his satellites. The infuriated men gather round the judges' stand. They bid fair to tear it down, and with fierce cries of derision is mingled the name of Bud, the jockey, who barely escapes rough handling through the intervention of Buckskin Jones. What Jim Harcourt said to his jockey is not a matter of history, but when the third heat is called Bud has disappeared and Jim is mounted on Roanoke. "Win her, and the two thousand is youn," whispers he of the grim face. A voice shouts: "Don't disappoint your friends, Jim. We've put our money on that mare of yourn." "You fool, don't you see they have changed riders?" cries another. As he passes the Osborne carriage Jim catches just a fleeting glance of a fluttering fichu, and he knows without looking how white and tense is the face above it. Ronnie responds to the magic of his touch and voice. They are one length—two lengths ahead. They are almost home. The two thousand will be his. But what is that in the course? A papoose—a tiny, dusky bit of humanity that has strayed away from the tepee of Shunka Li and is playing contentedly in the dusty course. The horses are forging almost abreast. There is no time to hesitate. It is certain death to the child if it remain, defeat for him if he rescue it, but there is only one thing to do. The crowd takes in the situation and after one mighty groan is silent. Then in an instant Jim swings himself out of the saddle and seems to cling as if by magic to Roanoke's side. For one awful second Roanoke's hoofs thunder in his ears; then he grasps the bare, brown arm of the shrieking child and is back again in the saddle. Earth and sky reel before him. The shouts of the people reach him like the faroff echo of another world. He is dilly conscious of the tiny brown body tightly pressed against him, but Roanoke never swerves. Coteau Queen's driver is slashing her mercilously. They are almost home. Faster! Faster! Now Roanoke is under the wire like a flash. The race is won. Pandemonium reigns. Every one shouts as in a common voice. "Bravo! Bravo! Hurrah for Jim and the kid!" "Won after all an' carryin' extra weight, an' every pound's a foot in a runnin' race!" "She's the best mare in South Dakota!" Pla-Soule, the papoose's mother, hangs on the outskirts of the dusty throng, her green and yellow blanket sounding a dominant note of color. Though anxious to recover her baby, she is too timid to assert herself. Seeing Judge Osborne approaching, Jim dismounts. The judge parts the throng with outstretched hand. "Well done, my boy; well done! My daughter tells me you are thinking of selling Roanoke. Don't be in a hurry about it. We'll talk it over at dinner. Of course you'll be up at 7—yes?" Just then from the bulletin board flash the ominous words, "All bets declared off." But Jim, handing the papoose back to its eager mother, neither sees the words nor hears the exclamations of the men around him. He is thinking of the evening after dinner. Very Helpful. A provincial clergyman during his sermon caught sight of a member of his congregation wearing a very worried look. Suddenly the man's face brightened, and during the remainder of the service his appearance betokened a perfect freedom from care. "I am pleased to think, William," remarked the clergyman after the service, "that my words helped you somewhat this morning. I noticed during my discourse that your face lit up and the sunshine of smiles chased the clouds of worry away. Now, what portion of my sermon appealed so strongly to you, eh?" "To tell the truth, sir," replied William, "I wasn't payin' so much attention to your preachin' as I ought to hew done. I was balancin' up the week's cash in my mind and found myself two and three pence short. I worried and worried about that money, but couldn't fit it in nohow. "Then I happened to catch a word or two of what you said about the preparations that man made for his prodigal son, and it came into my mind like a flash of lightin' that I'd spent two and three pence for a new horsewhip to give my boy Jim a thunderin' good hidin'. It's wonderful, as you say, sir, what a help a chance word may be. Good mornin', sir."—London Tit-Bits. Buying a Cigar In Italy "Some people who rave about Italy," says a man who has just made a tour of the country, "may grave 'Italy' on their hearts as deep as they please, and perhaps in her art, her sky, her atmosphere of history and romance they find sufficient reason, but I admit that all these were for me spoiled, the 'Italy' rubbed off, every time I went into a store to buy a cigar, or one of the tiny objects that pass for cigars in that country. You pay for your cigar, then you look about the shop for the light that is always to be found in America. Failing to find it, you try to ask for a match. Failing to make yourself understood, you begin to gesticulate, making imaginary scratches on your trousers and holding your fingers before the end of the cigar. Then the storekeeper begins to comprehend; light dawns over his face. He passes you out a box of wax matches with a colored picture on the top. But as you proceed to pocket it and go out he in turn begins to talk and hold up his fingers. So you pay him to get a light. Indeed, it is one long pay, pay, pay."—New York Tribune. EW AGE FRIENDS WITH A NIHILIST By PETTIGREW EDGAR Copyright, 1901, by P. Edgar I had been doing Poland in a leisurely way—a young Englishman who had plenty of money and could go where he pleased—when I fell into trouble at Sandowin, on the Austrian border. It is no use to tell an Englishman or an American that he must keep his mouth shut while traveling in the dominions of the czar. He sets out intending to do so, but something is sure to happen sooner or later to arouse his sympathies or indignation, and he finds himself expressing an opinion that gets him into hot water. Now and then as I journeyed I had heard of cases where citizens had been imprisoned or sent off to Siberia without trial, and had witnessed many incidents of autocratic power, but had come out of them unscathed. It was while I was mixing with the rather strange crowd at the hotel in Sandowin that I learned, almost by accident, of the case of a returned exile. He was a man named Ostrov, who had formerly been quite a prominent citizen of the town and had considerable wealth. It was in my own room that he told the story of his experience to three of us. He had been arrested at a minute's notice and started off for Siberia without a legal trial. His property had been confiscated, his family oppressed and driven out, and it was only when he was ready to set out on the long journey that he was told he had been sentenced to penal servitude for fifteen years or having said that taxes were too high. He had served his time and returned to find all his family dead or scattered beyond recall. He was an old man now, broken in health and having but a short time to live, and when he told us of his treatment our indignation was intense. I pitted him, and I know I used strong language and also made him a cash present. You will scarcely credit me when I say that Ostrov rewarded me by going straight to the police and reporting all that I had said. It is possible that it was required of him, but I think he did it in a trucking way in order to curry favor. Before noon next day I received an official visit and was warned to get out of the country. I had sense enough to realize what that meant and to go. In the eyes of the Russian authorities I had become a "suspect," and had I been a Polander it would have meant a dungeon for me. I headed for Cracow, just within the Austrian border, and as soon as I had crossed the border the matter was settled. While Austria is almost as autocratic as Russia, in one way you are not debarred from expressing a free opinion about other countries. I therefore took satisfaction in telling my story and abusing Russia. It was this story that brought about my acquaintance with a Poland nihilist named Grodno. I knew at once, of course, that he was a Polander, but it was a fortnight before I learned that he was an exile and a nihilist. He was forty years old, well educated and of good address, and his story was that of a hundred other exiles. At the age of twenty-eight, while a professor in one of the colleges at Warsaw and while thoroughly loyal to the czar in every thought, he had expressed a political-opinion that caused his down- 1 HE LED THE WAY INTO THE POLICE BUILDING. fall. He was arrested, confined in a dungeon for seven months and then without the farce of a trial was banished from the country. Grodno arrived in Cracow to hunt up some old friends, but as soon as the police officials learned that he was an exile they arrested and insulted him and ordered him to move on. He made his way to England, learned the language thoroughly and in time became a leading nihillist. For about eight years he had spent all his time scheming and planning against the Russian government, and all the efforts of the czar's officials to locate or identify him had been futile. Grodno did not tell me as plainly as I have told you what he was, being too prudent for that, but he to me infer to it. As to his business in Cracow I did not inquire, and he did not volunteer the information. All the towns along the Polish border are under the espionage of Russian spies, and I thought Grodno was tak- 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. 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As we walked along the street he was as chaty as usual, and he led the way into the police building without the slightest hesitation. It was a two story building of stone and brick. There was a prison in the basement and offices were on the first and second floors. We entered the main room, presided over by a captain of police on one side and an information bureau on the other. There were a number of people making inquiries, and Grodno and I sat down on one of the benches to wait. He stepped to a window, asked a question I did not catch, and then passed out, and I followed. I noticed that he was pale and flurried, and when I joked him about it he said that he had seen a visitor in the room whom he thought he recognized. He had another errand, he said, and asked me to wait at the hotel for him. He left me on a street corner with a wave of his hand, and that was the last I ever saw of him. Two hours had passed, and I was still waiting in the office of the hotel, when the town was suddenly shaken as with an earthquake, and five minutes later it was known everywhere that the police station had been blown up. I rushed to the scene with thousands of others, and the sight was one never to be forgotten. The fine, large building was nothing but a smoking pile. It had collapsed, the walls blocking up the street, and the roof was lying on the floor of the first story. In the cells of the basement were twenty-eight prisoners, all of whom escaped harm. On the two floors were thirty police officials, including the chief, and not one of them escaped death. It was a day and a night before the debris was removed and the bodies were recovered and another day before an investigation was begun. During this interval I heard nothing whatever from Grouno. After a day had gone by I made up my mind that he was among the killed. 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Grodno had come to Cracow to do exactly as he had done. He owed the police a grudge, and he left that package to blow up the building. Whether it was exploded by clockwork or by some dee seeking to open it could not be told, but it certainly caused the disaster, and he had made good his escape before it happened. I learned that the investigation threw no light on the matter except that some explosive had been used, and it was not even laid to nihilists. I could have told a story; but, innocent as I was of any complicity, it would have resulted in my death on the gallows. A Knight's Way of Marrying A Knight's Way of Marrying. Of all the matrimonial trafficking—in the age of chivalry—the ways of widows are at once the boldest and most comprehensive. As a rule their methods sodom resort to blandishment; it is remarkable when tenderness is an item in their bargain. Speed was their maxim; it was one King John honored, for he profited by it. Yet one of the rarest exceptions in the way of delicacy to these commercial negotiations has evidently been prompted by a widow who had quite an exceptional lover. In 1206 William de Landa—either one of the most famous of the crusaders or his son—offers 50 marks and a palrefrey for having to wife Joan, who was the wife of Thomas de Aresey, "if he may be pleasing to the said Joan," the sheriff is instructed to ascertain the widow's wishes, "and if the said Joan shall be pleased to have him for a husband then the sheriff shall cause William to have selzn of Joan and her land," both of which he obtained in the name of gentle love and the faith of a true soldier. It is fitting that the name of one of the men who led the assault of Acre should be preserved in such a record as the above. He was in truth a very perfect knight.-Gentleman's Magazine. The keep of one dog costs as much as the keep of sixty hens, and sixty hens will lay 600 dozen eggs. : y ent ¥ ae : “ra -- : POE DIN ED pene ag ~ eV eae is OO EE ee ee THE NEW AGE. ZEBoes TAYLOR'S ROMANCE _ Ey Cari H. King Several events had happened in the came, For instance, he bad grown up to be twenty-three Fears old and had almost become engaxed to one farmer's daughter and fully engaged io anoth. €r's; he had read a dozen love stories, taken the prize at a spelling schoo learned to play the accordion and writ ten a poem, Such a thing as a summer boarder had never been heard of at Sheldon’s Corners, but one evening after Zeb had come up from the corniield his mother looked at him in a very wise manner and halt whispered: “Zeb, you can never guess what's happened! The Sheldons have got a summer boarder!” “No, by gosh" “Yes, they have. I was there when she come. It’s a young woman, ar she brought two trunks. Mrs. Shelda had never let on, though I always tell her everything that’s goin’ to. happen to us. Yes, it’s a young woman, aw ‘she’s goin’ to stay a month.” “Good lookin’? pon Zeb, with a little more interest. “Handsome as a picture,” replied his Mother. “Yes, sir; she's the handsom est girl I believe I ever see, She's got brown hair an’ blue eyes an’ teeth as white as chalk. An’ when she laughs It's like the Jingle of sleighbells. Zeb don’t you want to get a look at her?" “IL ain't dyin’ to, but I suppose i would be etikett to call on her an sort of welcome her to the neighbor hood.” “Of course It wonld, of course, Yes You'd better dress up a bit after suprer an’ go over, an’ if you want any ex cuse you can ask Mrs, Sheldon to len ‘me her nutmeg grater.” An hour later, dressed in his Sunday clothes, Zeb walked over to the other farmhouse, Parmer Sneidon hadn't tin ished milking yet, and his wife was still washing dishes, but on the porel sat the young woman with teeth as white as chalk, Op the way over Zet had been preparing a little speech o' welcome, and he intended to lift hi at and shake hands after the lates | fashion, When he came upon the sam mer boarder, however, he was knock ed ont, He who had stood up without | @ tremor before 150 people at a spell ing mateh found his heart thumpins | and his throat dry as be stood befor: ee A it |B ry a Vie eae: (| ee ANY. ike: Srey 1 s Cy) == fone young lady. She saw bis confu- sion and helplessness, and she pitied him and broke the painful situation by asking: “Did you come here to see Mr. Shel- don about hogs or sheep or anything?" “N-no, marm,” stammered Zeb as he reached out and pulled the top of a weed, He hadn't intended to say “marm,” but it had come out that way. “Maybe you are a relative or seme- thing?” continued the boarder. “X-no, marm,” came the reply again, with a determination to kick himself all over the read for repeating the unfortunate word. ‘Then ensued a painful pause. The boarder rocked to and fro and looked over Zeb's head, and Zeb shifted bis Weight from one foot to the other and tried his est to get rid of fils hands He finally drew a long breath, strait ened up and said: “{—1 hope you'll love Sheldon’s Cor “Yes, I hope 0,” she replied. “Good night.” “Good night.” With that he turned and plodied homeward, and as he plodded be kick fed himself and called himself all sorts fof nawes for his stupidity. ‘The mother Qnxiously awaited his arrival. When fhe told her what had occurred, she re- plied: Now, Zebby, you needn't feel a bit pad. ‘That girl saw how bashful an modest you was, an’ she'll lke you all the better for it, Til bet a gander feninst a chicken that you made an impression.” after thinking matters over for acchile Zeb almost concluded that be bad, and he bezan to feet better. 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When uo words would come, be climbed an apple tree shact “OWT aout a bushel ot lant ee Apples for her, and though he realized hat he had burst one suspender in de Seeding he managed to Lift bis hat nd back away without falling down, SZebby,” said his mother when be told her about it, “you did just right, There wasn't any use in siyin’ any- thing You acted shy an’ coy, an’ that was better than a rod of talk, T Know sirls hetter'n sou de, an’ you Reedu't worry. L believe I'd like to ave you marry this girl “l believe Td like t0,” he replied as he ‘sauntered away to think things Over. As he was going over the ense in his mind it occurred to him that he Was somovhat handicapped by being engaged to Laura Lattimer. He would Temore the handicap at once, and be- fore he slept he sat down and wrote @ letter that did the business, ‘The next morning a bouquet of pinks Awaited the summer boarder at Shel don's, and that evening Zeb called with @ grim determination to express. the hope that she was enjoying herself, She did not appear on the porch, how: ever, and after talking with Farmer Sheldon for an hour about the erops he went home, He was looking and feeling glum, but his mother said: “Zebby, you don't understand girls Bhe didn’t come out because she is coy an’ shy, like you, an’ perhaps Mrs. Sheldon had been jokin’ her. You just ‘keep right on as you are dotn'.” He kept on. Every morning he sent @ Ponquet gathered with his own hands, and every evening he called. Sometimes the stmmer boarder sit on the porch with Mr. an? Mra, Sheldon, but the only remark she ever made to him was to ask if there were any bears in the neizhborhood, He accept: ed his mother's rosy views and fell tn love, Also for six nights in succession he played the accordion in front o Sheldon’s, ‘Three weeks had passed, and he wa making up his mind to press things « | Tittle more, when Mes. Sheldon in | formed him as he handed in a bouquet | Of peppermint and forgetmenots com Dined that the summer boarder had | left. ‘There was no message for bim- | no farewell. Mrs. Sheldon even had the cruelty to say that bis name bad parted boarder and that the lollyhock bouquets were supposed to have come from her own garden, Zeb turned away with a ebill at his heart. When ie reached home, his mother tried to say something consol | ing, but he froze her with a look anc | passed on to the barn, He intended ti | hang himself; but, being nnable to fin { a rope and realizing that a chain woul | hurt too much, he gave up the ides and wandered down into the corntield | An our later his fond mother: foun | hin asleep with a pumpkin for a pil How and a squash apparently acting ai | sentinel over his slumbers. She wipe Ja tear from the corner of his eye an Whispered: | stand that this girl went away becaus ‘she was afraid she was fallin’ tn lov | with him!” A Little Girl's Compliment, ‘Two women and a bright little girl ‘occupied seats in a Prospect avenue car one evening. The little girl at- tracted attention with her questions and answers, It was when the ear reached Eighteenth street that the ell max was reached, At that point the ear makes a long stop before pulling up the bill, It was while the car was at a standstill that a pretty woman and evidently a friend of the two in the ear passed along. Oh, dear! Thera Mrs. 8. My! She Is auch handsome woman,” sald ‘the mother of the bright little girl to ‘her friend, ¥es; she is beautiful,” assented the friend. ‘The little girl was looking out of the window after the figure strolled up the Lill, Presently she turned In her seat “ay, marta, you look just like that jady.”” “Do 1, dear? asked the mother sweetly. “Yes; just ‘zactly—all ‘cept the bend.” ‘The little gir! is still wondering why the earful of people laughed.—Kan-28 City Journal. | he inquest ic quite on Crem, ina city,” sald the man who bad made a trip through the backwonds of Wis fonain, “but they don't take snuck f- terest In them in the Inuber camps. Twas at a comp when a saw lox rolled off a flat car and over a man and fnashed him flat, It was just at now, nd nobody was disposed to loxe any time, wigee here, rien," called the foreman to a gang, ‘we've got to get this thing ster with before we go to dinner, Six fof you stand around.” Sdgiy of the men came up and stood tn a circle, aud the foreman continued: SiXow, then, there's the lox and that's Bill, and ax Bill couldn't roll beer the loz we must take it that the fog rolled over him, Verdict of the Jory is that he eame to his death by Medent and will be buried efter quit Uing time tonight, and now let's bare Ginber and ming heaven rest his eo! foreversmore’” The Stockholder, #4 tne the place,” sald Mr. New! wrod, “but the railroad fare 1s prett high” Spat, surety.” replied bis bride, “the railroat will fix that for you when t “wr x what Th be man who bought that stare of thelr stock.” —Philadel phie Dress Quick Reterns. when Gtackholder. 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Mrs. Sarah Scott was on the sick list this week from the effects of an abscess on the head. The Citizens' Coal company, dealers in Kemmerer, Rock Springs, Rocky Fork and Trail Cree coal, also good dry pine and fir wood. We give 2000 pounds to the ton. No. 4 East Broadway. Telephone 538. Miss Gertrude Haynes and Mr. Jas, Williams were quietly married at the residence of Mr. and Mrs. Sam Jones last Wednesday at high noon. Rev. Jordan Allen officiated at the ceremony. Buy your fuel at Citizen's Coal company, No. 4 East Broadway. All kinds of dry pine and fire wood. Dealers in Kemmerer, Rock Springs, Rocky Fork and Trajl creek coal. 2,000 pounds to the ton. Telephone 538. Wanted — Colored cotton field hands to grow cotton in west Africa. Comfortable homes and just treatment guaranteed. Deserving applicants please write to New Cotton Fields Limited, 43 Devonshire Chambers, Bishopsgatestreet, London, England. Vote for Hon. M. P. Gilchrist, democratic candidate for state senator. Throw your vote in solid phalanx to the man for the office. Don't fail to attend the meeting at the democratic club on Hamilton street, next Wednesday evening. Good speaking and a band to entertain you. There will be a ball given by the ladies of the Eastern Star chapter Wednesday evening, Oct. 29, 1902, at LaFord's dancing academy, 317 Dakota street. Admission 75 cents per couple. Ladies unaccompanied by gentlemen 25 cents. Refreshments served. Yourself and friends are invited to attend. Vote for John L. Templeman, candidate for county attorney. Mr. Templeman is unquestionably the man for the office to which he is the successful nominee, and should receive the solid negro vote. He is a man of exceptionally fine talent and will fill the office with credit to his supporters and you must, not fall to cast your vote for him next November. Go and register for that purpose now. Mr. Jas, Collins, president of the Colored democratic club, deserves great credit for the successful manner in which he engineered the rally, it was due to his popularity that the meeting attracted the attention of such prominent democratic leaders as Messrs. Geo, Casey, C. W. Clark, M. P. Gilchrist, W. A. Clark Jr. and Chas, Roe, Mr. Collins is well known in Butte by both white and colored and is well selected as the leader of the colored democracy. A BASE CAMPAIGN Mr. Heinze says d——n the niggers. We can buy them when ever we want them. He is now soliciting the assistance of the public to give favors in his many law suits at the eletcion next November. Based upon the passion and blissness of the time that he may be able to stir. He seeks to confuse the public upon the sole issue of his personal grievances and his fancied wrongs. Managing the issue of every suit that he has brought in the courts of this county and now he is trying to blind the public and have them edorse his infamous method through the ballot. He started and is leading the most indecent judicial campaign that has ever blighted the history of this state. He is digging up false issues that he may cover the disgrace of his own methods. The fair minded colored voter of this county as well as of the state should beware and not vote for or support any such false issues that he is endeavoring to bring before the public. Mr. Heinze is working for his personal interest, and not that of the people. He is seeking to get control of the judiciary of this state, that in so doing he may be able to rake off a few million dollars for the property that he has gained illegally. It now confronts us as citizens and for our own protection, to cast our vote against the Heinze method—hogishness. Mr. John Stewart is very sick at this writing from a stroke of paralysis. Alexander Dumas Literary society had their opening last Wednesday night. Mr. Laporte, of Little Rock, Ark., passed through this city en route to Los Angeles, Cal. While here he was the guest of Mr. T. B. Jenkins. Rev. A. H. Brown preached in Ogden last Sunday night. Rev. Brown has been in our city about six months. He came here from Montana. Mrs. Hodges, of Leadville; Mr. W. J. Gudger, of Tallarine, Colo., and Mrs. E. D. Washington and son attended services at the tabernacle last Sunday afternoon. They were delighted with the music. The funeral of Mrs. Frankie Phelps was largely attended from the undertaking parlors of Joseph Taylor. The floral offerings were many and showed how highly esteemed by her many friends. The funeral was conducted by Reverend B. F. McIntyre, assisted by Reverend J. W. Washington. The Age extends sympathy to the bereaved relatives. The Rag entertainment given at the Trinity church Thursday night was not largely attended. Several reasons has been given for the small attendance, among others, the eclipse of the moon is said to have kept many away. A great many people don't like to be away from home when either of the great lights hide their face. Mrs. Lizzie Simmons held the number that drew the silk guilt. Almost the entire city of Salt Lake saw the eclipse of the moon Thursday night. It was a most interesting sight, even by those that know nothing about astronomy. It was a clear night and the moon was very bright until about 8:30, when one side began to get dark which continued until the moon was covered. The cause of the eclipse was the earth said to have passed between the sun and the moon. Every eye was centered on the moon, which furnished the only topic of conversation from about 8:30 until after midnight. From the present indications the coal strike will soon end, and it will be a source of satisfaction to the people, as Salt Lake City, for the outlook for winter fuel was bad. Every one has been wondering how they would be able to get coal if it continued to advance. A convention of the Miners' union is called for next Monday which is supposed to last about two days, and after a recreation of one day the members are supposed to resume labor about next Thursday, but in the way of advice, if anyone has a few dollars that you can spare there is no better way to invest it than to lay in a few tons of coal. Don't think because the weather is pretty now the rainy day will not come, for it's bound to come as sure as you live. The opening given by the Trinity choir last Friday night was well worth hearing, and all that did not attend missed a grand treat. The program was as follows: Solo. ..... Mrs. E. D. Washington After the program refreshments was served under the supervision of Reverend B. F. McIntyre. Reverend J. W. Washington, pastor of the Calaway Baptist church, addressed the young men last Sunday night. The theme of the discourse was: "Sow, which We Would Be Delighted to Reap," for whatsoever a man sooth, that shall he reap. Galatians 6; 7, 8, 9. There was a good attendance and the discourse was highly appreciated. The citizens will be glad to know that from the present indications the fight between the two journals of our city will soon come to an end. We hope how soon, for we fail to see anything in it beneficial to the race. Both journals, via the Plain Dealer and Tri-City Oracle, claim to be published for the elevation and for the betterment of the condition of the colored race in Utah, and adjoining states. Since both have one and the same aim what occasion is there for a fight on each other? Other papers will show up the undesirable side of the race, so let our race journals hold up the best, and if we can not save anything good about our brother or sister, and tell the truth, let us follow the wae man's instruction: Hold our fear; for if our words are not tended upon "truth" they will not only hurt the one that they was intended to help, but will return to the one from which they emanated clothed in such strange apparel that the owner himself cannot recognize them. AFRO-AMERICAN WOMAN'S CLUB May we not congratulate ourselves that we are together permitted to behold this day, a day so representative of woman's advancement toward the goal of her liberty and freedom. Wee feel today, in reviewing the past, as if some good things had been accomplished, but this is the opportunity of centralized thought the results of which are destined to bring about a peaceful revolution in the social, legal and moral status of women. What advantage is it if a few make brilliant records and fail to raise man and woman to the heights of serenity of knowledge? THE NEW AGE. The rights of the individual are sacred, but only as one of a great social unity; and it is just on this line that women must beastir themselves to be good citizens of the city, the state, and the nation; to enter into the paths of commerce and finance, to supervise and educate the young; to create new trades and professions for women. In truth what stands in the way, not of women, but of the world, today is woman's ignorance of practical affairs—her lack of participation in public affairs, the fatal conservatism in the leisure classes, equally marked among working women. Our reason and our judgment approve the modern conception of education, of democracy, of religion—but we shrink from the actual inauguration of new principles of life, and weekly cling to the past. I can only say on my own behalf that I fell it is quite a responsibility to stand here as a representative of the women of my race; an enormous responsibility, filling me with apprehension, least I may not be able to catch the spirit which precedes this meeting and to convey it to those whom we, as representatives here, are acting for. I can only pray that the womanhood of the world may indeed arise to the greatness of the opportunity which is now presented. MISS SIGNORA Z. SCOTT. Recording Secretary, care of Woman's club of Butte, Mont. HE FAVORS THE REPEAL OF THE ELEVENTH AMENDMENT People Who Try to Pay Postage In That Way. "Here are two pennies just turned in to the superintendent of delivery by one of the carriers," remarked an official of the Washington city postoffice a few days ago. "The amount of cash gathered up by the collectors of mail is really surprising. Hardly a day passes without a certain percentage of the coin of the realm finding its way to my desk through the medium of the street letter boxes. "It is hard to believe, but hundreds of persons every day in the year drop unstamped letters in the box with pennies to accompany them to cover the postage. They think the money will do just as well as stamps. But they are mistaken. All such unstamped letters, if there is no identifying mark on the envelope, ultimately land in the dead letter office. "It often happens," added the postal official, "that coins placed in envelopes for transmission work their way through the paper. In nine cases out of ten, even when the money so lost is no more than a dime, this office is notified of the occurrence by the loser, who requests that he be reimbursed." —Washington Star. Lonely In the Gallery. Years ago our theaters did not have the large audiences they now have, and it was a common sight to see a house of "empty benches." "I was employed at the gallery box office of one of the theaters," says a reminiscent Philadelphia, "and one stormy evening sold but one ticket, that to a boy about thirteen years of age, who rushed up to the window and asked if I thought he could get a good seat. I replied that I thought he could. I felt sorry for the little fellow and wondered how he would feel sitting in the gallery all by himself. After the first act was over I was aroused by a tap on the window and, upon opening it, saw my solitary ticket purchaser standing there with a very sad expression on his face. "Mister," he said, "I'm the only one up there, and it's so lonesome that I am afraid to stay. Won't you give me another ticket, and I'll bring our gang around tomorrow night to help you out?" "I took the lad to the manager and explained the situation. That boy witnessed the balance of the performance from a plush covered seat in the front row."—Philadelphia Times. The Moslem Creed. A German Christian missionary who has worked for many years among the Mohammedans says: "Honesty compels every candid student to acknowledge that the old view formerly entertained in Christian circles concerning Mohammedanism, according to which the teachings of the great Arabian prophet are nothing but devil's doctrines and dogmas, is altogether incorrect. In reality, Mohammedanism is nothing but a rationalistic type of Christianity in the form of a most unfortunate state religion. The times are past when scolding about the Moslem creed as the production of the devil will satisfy, and the struggle against Islam on these premises is a failure. Practically all of the mission literature that in the sixteenth, seventeenth and eighteenth centuries was written against Mohammedanism is useless." Temperature of Forests. For many years the Swiss government has been making observations through its forestry stations on the temperature of the air, of the trees and the soil in the forests. These observations show that the temperature in the forests is always below the temperature outside. The temperature also varies according to the trees composing the forests. A beech forest is always cooler than a forest of larch. As to the trunks of the trees, they are always cooler than the surrounding air. Regarding the temperature of the soil, it is found that in the forest the temperature is invariably below that of the air. Outside the soil is always warmer than the air in summer and colder in winter. Preserving a Shark's Head. When a big shark is taken on board ship, the skull is usually preserved, the flesh being removed from the bones, and it is a favorite pastime with sailors to crawl one after another through the distended jaws. It would be far from safe to do this, however, when the head has been but freshly cut off, because under such conditions the jaws will snap together fiercely for some time afterward if anything be placed between them. A Novelty In Heir What is home without a fashion paper? Here we pick up one of these valuable journals, and this is the first item of important information which meets the inquiring eye: "Hair is worn on the top of the head." So glad to learn it! We always supposed it was worn on the soles of the feet. Force of Habit. Gerald—Your father kicks about my calling so often. Geraldine—Don't mind him. It's only a fake kick. He used to be a football player—New York Times. Ground Floors Scarce: The trouble with most schemes is that when you go in the ground floor is occupied, and you are compelled to occupy the second story.—Atchison Globe. A Great Head. Bizzar--My wife has a great head. Buzzer--So has mine. I just gave her $15 to buy a cover for it.—Ohio State Journal. POLITICAL ANNOUNCEMENTS M. P. Gilchrist Democratic Nominee FOR State Senate C. E. Alsop Democratic Nominee BERNARD NOON Democratic Candidate For Judge of DISTRICT COURT John L. Templemen DEMOCRATIC Candidate for County Attorney HATS CLEANED Blocked and Retrimmed. THE HAT BOX Montana's only Hat Factory 10 N. Wyoming St., BUTTE. Smokers' Articles, Cigars Telephone 491 Julius Fried 23 East Broadway BUTTE Cigarettes and Tobaccos JOHN STRASSER GUN AND LOCKSMITH Dealer in Guns and Ammunition..... 20 West Broadway, BUTTE, MONT. DRINK CENTENNIAL BEER The Beer that Made Butte Famous Centennial Brewing Company ALWAYS OPEN. WE NEVER SLEEP Telephone and Telegraph Orders Fromply Answered. NOTARY PUBLIC Secretary Mount Moriah Cemetery Association. JOSEPH RICHARDS THE BUTTE UNDERTAKER Practical Embalmers and Funeral Directors 140 WEST PARK STREET TELEPHONE 307. Residence. 400 South Montana Stree Telephone 708-M. 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 county 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. The Finest Equipped Cigar Store West of New York. I. A. Heilbronner The Leading Tobaccoist. 23 East Broadway, Butte, Mont. Goods delivered all over the state Free of Charge. Reed Gab & Transfer Co. QUIGKEST AND BEST. Adolph Welzstein & Co. Fine Liquors and Gigars A Specialty 116 North Main Street, Butte. Dr. A. D. Galbraith Dentist Offices—304 and 305, Goldberg Block, Butte, Montana. Hawthorne Social Club Just refitted with all social conveniences for pleasant evenings. A new Brunswick-Balke pool table just put in. Earl Dunne ..... President Jim Jefferson ..... Vice President Sam Harden. Secretary and Treasurer Visitors in the city are invited to drop in. Under state supervision. Five per cent interest, payable quarter- ly, paid on deposits. Money to Loan on Real Estate F AUG. HEINZE, - President CHAS. R. LEONARD, - Vice Pres. A. B. CLEMENTS, - Cashier State Savings Bank John A. Creighton..... President G. W. Stapleton..... Vice President T. M. Hodgens..... Cashier J. O. Hodgens..... Assistant Cashier R. B. Nuckolls——Assistant Cashier Under state supervision and jurisdiction. Interest paid on deposits. Sells exchange available in all the principal cities of the United States and Europe. Collections promptly attended to. Directors: J. A. Creighton, Omaha; G. W. Stapleton, A. H. Barret, E. D. Lcvitt, S. V. Kemper, T. M. Hodgens, J. O. Hodgens. Corner Main and Park streets. Butte DALY BANK & TRUST CO. OF BUTTE CAPITAL $100,000.00. John D. Ryan.....President John R. Toole .....Vice President C. C. Swinborne.....Cashier R. A. Kunkel.....Assistant Cashier