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Genuine Boston garters, 25c quality, for 10c pair. Will Call for and Deliver Trunks, Baggage or Parcels to Any Part of the City Telephone 1010 A H. E. FLETCHER, Prop. HELENA PACKING AND PROVISION CO. Wholesale Oysters, Fish and Poultry M. M. HENNIGER HELENA . . . MONTANA Offices—304 and 305, Goldberg Block, Butte, Montana. TO THE BUSINESS MEN. Advertise in the New Age. The col- ored people will transact their business with you and extend to those their patronage who patronize their race paper. BUTTE, MONTANA, SATURDAY, NOV. 15, 1902 "THE CONGRESS OF A STIGMA." (By Nora E, Shillings Siegel.) The desire of my heart is to see a better understanding between the two races, i. e. the Afro-American and the white race. This desire has been growing since my earliest recollection, and I shall give the remained of my life to the work of bringing it about. I am persuaded to say much in these articles but nothing that I cannot coroborate; nothing that I am not prepared to say rationally; nothing that I have not considered prayerfully. The spiritual man is the real man and no matter whether he be black or white, his soul will shine through unto all men to the up building of his character, if his intellect will allow it. The intellect must, therefore, be educated and by this means assisted to lead properly. It must not be allowed to remain uncultured, thereby holding the man a slave to his passions and appetites, for by so doing he is held in an untoward condition of life, and can be respected by neither himself nor others. The intellect is the thought attitude. If the thoughts be pure and clear the soul will manifest it through the body, and one can no more be held down in mental poverty than the flower in lack of beauty, if his thoughts are right, Rright thinking is followed by right doing. By right thinking I mean: "Do not allow your thoughts to go where you would not have your best friends see you enter." Your thoughts is yourself. I know some Afroc-Americans who are very beautiful characters and I could almost wish myself one of them, that I might prove to you first and to the white race, second, that the former has no burdens too heavy to bear, and that instead of being looked down upon by the latter, I would compel] them to look up to me. You have so grand an opportunity of proving your worth that I envy you the opportunity with which omnipotence has blessed you, which I would have were I one of you. Still I know what is required of one is to do my best right where conditions have placed me and so it does with you. You each have that within you for a wonderful work. God (good) shows no partiality: The part that you must do is to prove it. Find out what your particular talent is and cultivate it. Keep your mind's eye upon the best and highest conception in your particular calling, and as you climb you will be shown greater advantages. You must make the start. Believe me, there are no hinderance in earth that can keep the earnest, diligent man from obtaining his ideal if he is faithful, but he must do it with the thought of right ever in his mind, which is the only way. He must be honest himself and expect honesty of others, which he will receive if he persistently sets the example. "Truth is mighty and will prevail." No assumption of power can prevail against truth, for it is the real power. Every man has a soul and that soul is in constant communion with the "All Wise Father," spirit, which will guide you to all knowledge. Cultivate the acquaintance of your own soul. How may you do this? Begin by doing your duties well; yes, your ordinary every day duties. Do them well. While you are engaged at this keep your thoughts upon your work. Do not allow your thoughts to wander. By keeping your thoughts centered upon your occupation you will receive impressions from time to time from the soul, for better ways of proceeding. These impressions is the voice of the soul. In doing this you can work quickly; I do not mean hurriedly, but quickly. The spirit is teaching you and is no laggard. Therefore you may follow it without fear. What you get from the spirit will be received by others, for all will recognize it to be the best. Think good thoughts and they will manifest in cleanliness, both of soul and bodily surroundings. The aphorism: "Cleanliness is the mother of Godliness." is quite true. Filth is negation and Godliness cannot manifest in both. Keep your thoughts pure, your bodies clean, and the soul will stay right on in them and make life beautiful for you. Each day will be transformed into a poem whereby you may see the glory therein. And the knowledge that you are God's helpmate will fill your heart with unseasable joy. I firmly uphold that man needs no tutor, but the soul that dwells within him. We have been mistakenly taught. Your conscience is the voice of your soul, while you are still in the negative mentality. After you have developed out of negation somewhat, the conscience is transformed into knowledge known in the scriptures as "The Still, Small Voice." This small voice gets louder as you grow toward spirituality; knowledge that you do not learn out of books, but knowledge begot of right thinking, which pertains to you particularly and which each may possess though he never look within a book. My message to you is: Be diligent! Prove to the white race that you are their equals, even more. You must bestir yourselves or you will, in time, be entirely crushed. The white race are waiting for you to prove your ability. They will extend the glad hand when you compell them to and they will rejoice at your conquest. Also, believe me, you are your own worst enemies. You have so many latent fine qualities that it is a pity to allow them to longer remain dormant. I should like to know if the Afro-American wishes the approbation of the white race, or if they would rather remain to themselves? It seems to me that there exist many laws which hinder you in many ways from entire freedom, which if they were repealed, would be beneficial and further your advancement. Will some one kindly correspond with me along this line and tell me just how you feel. My address is room, 46, 1529 Lawrence street, Denver, Colo. BROWN—JOHNSON. One of the swellest little weddings that have been the pleasure of Butte's society to witness took place last Saturday evening at the residence of Mr. and Mrs. Samuel Jones, between Mr. Charles A. Brown and Mrs. Eliza Johnson, both of Butte; the bridegroom being the son of Mrs. Jones. Mrs. Johnson has been a resident of Butte for the past two years, and has gained a host of friends during her residence in this city. Mr. Brown, the bridegroom, is the son of Mrs. Sam Jones of this city. He is a young man who possesses fine talent and will make the lady of his choice a kind and genial helpmate through life. Handsome presents, which are as follows, were given by their many friends and well wishers: Mr. and Mrs. Sam Jones, a beautiful and carved oak side board, with an elegant French plate mirror; Mr. and Mrs. J. H. Widils, a handsome center table and linen towls; Mr. John Croft, a beautiful center table lamp; Mr. Chris Dorsey, set of Havland china; Mrs. A. P. Heinze, her former employer, a fancy cut steel purse, containing a $20 gold piece; Mrs. J. O. and Miss S. Scott, half dozen wine glasses; Miss Ida and Mrs. Anna Nelson, one-half dozen bread and butter plates and tea set; Mrs. Ella Simington, half dozen silver tea spoons; Mr. and Mrs. Bricks, berry set; Mr. and Mrs. George E. Willis, a beautiful lamp; Mr. and Mrs. H. E. Fletcher, two china cups and saucers; Mr. and Mrs. Jno. Davis, set of dollles and side board scarf; Mr. and Mrs. Jno. Tate, one-half dozen Turkish bath towels; Messrs. J. D. Yancy and Wm. Burnides, one-half dozen bread and butter plates; Mr. J. R. Jackson, beautiful china berry dish; Mrs. Little Burnside, one large dressing towel; Mrs. Harry Jackson, beautiful hand painted picture; Mr. and Mrs. Nat. Collins, linen towels; Mrs. F. M. Lucas, two china cups and saucers; Mr. and Mrs. S. Reeves, silver set tea spoons; Mr. Charles Champell, china cup and gold tray; Mrs. W. A. McWhite, $10 gold piece; Mrs. Amos Swanigan, of Battle Creek, Michigan, the mother of the bride, a beautiful beaver collar; Mr. Jas, H. Wilds, pair of white kid gloves. For the occasion, taking into consideration of the vast amount of lovely and yet every day useful presents, this lovely couple is ready to launch into the domestic arena with a bright future in their view, and the New Age takes great pleasure in wishing them unlimited success and may they grow and continue to grow, and ad many fold to growth of the community. UNION OF CHURCH AND STATE. Now that the political fight is over, we trust that the churches of our city will be used for the worship of "the trus God only." The good angle must have veiled her face many times during the last few weeks. When the doors of the church was thrown open for Satan to wage war in. The church of "God" today represents tabernacle of Moses' time, and the temple of Soomon's time, God commanded Moses to build him a tabernacle; "that he might meet with and commune with his people." So the church is the place where God is supposed to meet with his people. But from the example of Christ when on earth, who is the fullness of the Godhead bodily. I dare say he will meet his people where the "Prince" of this world is invited to meet his; for when he came to the temple at Jerusalem and found them selling doves and oxen, there in: he drove them out and said it is written: My house should be called a house of prayer and ye have made it a den of thieves." What would he say or do should he come to the church today and find a political meeting in progress, and some of the participants greatly under the influence of liquor, and others in the heat of argument; even swearing in the church, where the presence of God is supposed ever to dwell. It is a shame before God and angels. The earthly tabernacle (the church) is designed to teach the people of God concerning the worship of the true tabernacle in Heaven; but when it is turned over to the advancement of Satan's kingdom in the world, the sovereignty is taken away; for "what a government has light with darkness." God will not approve in the church what he condemns in the world. It might be said the church is in debt and we are trying to raise money that the church may stand clear. The Lord says the world is mine, and the fullness thereof, whatsoever ye ask in accordance to my will, I will give it thee. It is enough when the professed followers of "The Meek and Lowly Lamb," takes a hand in politics, but when his church is converted into a political hall and advertised as such by streamers with large letters on it, saying a political meeting at his church tonight, it is enough to cause the angels to veil their faces with sadness, and Child of God to blush with shame. My earnest prayer is that the people of God may so reverence his place of worship that they will not allow its sacredness to be marred by the works of the world. Then and not until then will the world be constrained to glorify our Father in Heaven. 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. 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. And if there is one place that the Christ-like principals should be manifested in the life of the christian, and great respect be shown to the church of the Living God, it is Salt Lake. Trusting that the Spirit of God may so fill the hearts of his children in this city, that they will not allow his temple to be defiled again, I am yours in the master's work. E D. WASHINGTON YOUTH'S ATTICISM." (By Nora E. Shilings Siegel, Denver, Colorado.) Sweet songs singeth the heart where all is light At Heaven's Court, no woe, but truth's delight. Soul's morning, not the tide of soul at eve; Of this it weaves into its tuneful breve; And herats are touched as surely as its own. They catch the gleam of sunlight from youth's throne. Till they too cry—tell us that we may find The chord so sensitive all joys may bind? But youth accounts not of its overflow. Age question this—how some so frail, so young. May smite the strings of harps by Angels strung? Whose atticism is pregnant of much truth. When all are pure, all may sing forsooth; And innocence speak forth in accents gay. And may not reason wisely why it may. But gives such wealth as is within its keep. Some may not dive within truth's ocean deep Till they have dorned the robe of self to know. MATRIMONIAL NOTICE. A rich widow, fairly good looking, has slight trace of youth, no false teeth, good head of hair—all her own, nice amiable disposition, small feet neat in the waist, desires to get married. No young men need apply. Call at this office or address box 454. Butte. POCATELLO, IDAHO. The outlook for the winter entertainments is very bright. Mr. and Mrs. Monta Pearson opened the season by entertaining a host of friends last Tuesday night. The music was fine and the repast was excellent, which reflects much credit upon the host and hostess. Everyone's cup of joy was filled to the brim, and the memory of the evening's pleasure will remain long in the minds of all who were present. From the present indications Pocatello will have a surprise for the readers of the New Age soon. Don't miss the paper. P.J.Bro Grocers and THEATRICAL At the Grand. - Clyde Fitch's war drama, Barbara Frechtle, will be seen in this city for three nights, beginning Friday, November 14, and Saturday matinee. Stuart Robson's company will play Friday and Saturday of next week. November 21st and 22nd, "Comedy of Errors." Miss Eleanor Barry. Stuart Robson's new leading lady, who appears as "Adriana," in his elaborate revival of "The Comedy of Errors," which he brings to the broadway on Friday and Saturday of next week, ranks as one of the handsomest women on the American stage today. In addition, her acting is remarkable for its force and finish, and the critics in the cities where Miss Barry has appeared this season in Mr. Robson's support have praised her work unqualifiedly. APHORISMS. A cross-eyed man was arrested in Anaconda last week for burglary. He proved himself straight. He just looked crooked. An aged woman's opinion of a good husband is a good provider. She has learned from experience that a pretty moustache and a smooth talker will never keep the wolf from the door. A woman's glory may be in her hair, but it is a good plan to keep it tied up while cooking. A man went into an East Park street Jew store and tried on a coat and vest, and while the Jew turned to get the pants he ran off. At that instant a policeman happened along and drew his pistol. The Jew exclaimed: "Shoot him in de pants, de coat and vest is mine." It takes an artistic woman to hold the skirt of her gown gracefully. Not one in ten can grab up her dress and hold it so it will hang prettily. At a big fire in Spokane one night last week one of the firemen threatened to turn the hose on a young woman who kept getting in the way. She replied: "I'll turn them myself when I get home. I was excited, so I didn't notice how I was putting them on." What is the use of women wearing bosom distenders when men know all about the fraud. 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. SSS rT THE NEW AGE Entered October 2, 1902, at Butte, Mont., as second-class matter un- der act of congress of March 3, 1879. vublished weekly by the New Age Publishing Company, office, 220 South Idabo street. Subscription price, $2.00 a year. Six months, $1.10. ‘Three months, 60 phone 862-B. ss ie ="! Application made for entry at the postoffice at Butte as second-class matter SATURDAY, NOV. 15, 1902. Quite a lively debate was in order at the Silver Bow Literary society last Monday evening. The subject, which aroused no little degree of en- thusiasm, was, which is or would Se the greatest advantage to negro— Education or Wealth.” The subject was freely discussed on both sides and many plausible points brought out, Hither subject Is one of great importance. While the negro has a fair rating from an educational standpoint, it is a question in our minds as to whether they should center their pursuit solely to edu- cation, or turn their attention to the acquisition of wealth and capi- tal, It is a clear conclusion in our minds that education never will solve the great race problem alone. ‘This fact is well demonstrated and borne out in every day life in the south, where the negro has a better educationa] rating than that of his white brethren, yet we do not see them occupying positions, which are gained through competence. Their schools, which are the best in the land of the kind, are turning out yearly young graduates, Many of whom their fathers and mothers have spent fabulous sums to educate and yet with the exception of a few they are compelled to resort to an existance where It doesn't require refined education. Our policy and full belief is that the negro should turn their pursuits to industrial achievements, which we firmly _ be- lieve will advance his social as well as commercial standing quicker and faster than education alone, We do not attempt to ignore education, which we know is quite essential ‘and will be in reach of all when capital is acquired, We are sorry to note that the results of the decision of the debate was decided in favor of education, when we see around us in everyday life the great necessity of commercial industry. Investing in an education is a bust- ness proposition and from the oppor- tunities which we are sorry to say are limited, fs not as favorable as that offered by the commercial in- dustries, When a negro presents the proceeds of his mine, farm or the various other pursuits of life to the market, the broker does not take in- to consideration that th.s is a negro and his products is not worth that of other races, and thereby figure ac: cordingly. However, on the other hand, when a colored brother aspires for a position, which he has as much rignt to ag that of a white man, he then and there arouse the ire and indignation of his white opponent and thus he finds the odds against him, and therefore the capital ex- pended in his education is a dead in- vestment and in hundreds, yes thou- sands of cases, is yielding him naught. The same amount of capi- tal invested in commercial industry, which requires only practical educa- tion, would probably produce ten fold’ more recompense when the wealth is gained. It wiil be as Christ told his followers, seek ye the kingdom of Heaven and all things will be added. Therefore the negro must first seek wealth and social as well as commercial achievements. is bound to follow. Sal Lake Deparment Rev. B. F. McIntyre is indisposed this week. Mr. James Burger was sick a few days this week. Presiding Elder Hubbard arrived in the city Friday morning. The Willing Workers will give a two days’ fair the 26th and 27th of this month. Mr, Robert Thompson has gone to Kansas City, Mo., with intention of locating if he likes. Miss Edith Williams has been quite sick, but glad to say she is doing nicely at this writing. Z Mrs. Seth Younfg, who met with the misfortune of running a nail in her foot, is much better. The pastoral anniversary, cele. brated at the Calvary Baptist church on the Ist inst, proved quite a sue- cess. Mrs. A. Thompson will leave soon for Kansas City, where she will join her husband, They expect to make Kansas City their future home. Many friends wil! regret to see Mrs. Thompson go. Mr. John Stewart, who was taken down with a paralytic stroke some weeks ago, died on the 31st inst. The funeral was conducted from Watson undertaking parlors. Rev. J. W, Washington officiated. Col. M. M. Caign made some very appropri- ate remarks on the occasion. The Willing Worker had election of officers last Thursday afternoon Mrs, W. D. Powell, president; Mrs. E. A. Crawford, vice president, Un- der the government of the present officers and with the hearty co-oper- ation of each member, we believe the Willing Workers will accomplish much this winter. The parsonage is being painted light drab. Mrs. Harry Simons is suffering with the rheumatism. Miss Scott, from Pittsburg, Penn- sylvania, will spend the winter with her uncle, Mr, Will Mason. Would like for some one to find a nome for Mrs, T. J. Hailer's baby gir!, because they can’t name it. Mrs, Palmer went to Little Black Foote, for a cotuple of days, and brought back eighty fine trout with her. A supper was given Tuesday eve- ning by the ladies of the church, which was largely attended, supper being served from 5 p, m, until 12 p.m. This week in Helena opens with considerable life and apparent im- proved conditions in business circles, in fact there seems to be a small sized building boom, and one would think spring had opened instead of the year of 1902 being on its last legs. Several residences are in course of erection, business blocks having their foundations laid and soon main street and sixth avenue will be adorned with a few small, but attractive business houses, One of the prettiest little weddings that has occurred in Helena for some years, took place last Wednesday, be tween Mr, J. E, Moseley and Miss Jessie Woodcock, Mr, Moseley is one of the leading, as well as talented, young men of the city, Miss Wood: cock has long since been conceded to be the bell of our society. She is a young lady of refinement and her charming and amiable disposi. tion has won her a host of riends who join in wishing them life-long prosperity and happiness. They will be at home to their friends after No vember 20un, at their elegant quar. ters on 727 Bigh avenue, The young men of the 24th Infan. try have organized a club to be known as “The Knockers’ Social Club,” and will give their first en. tertainment next Tuesday night at Central park, It will be strictly an invited affair, and only those receiv: ing invitations are expected to at tend, One of the peculiar features of the club is, nothing above — the grade of a corporal, is eligible tc membership. When a member be comes a sergeant he forfeits his membership in “The Knockers’ So cial Club.” The club is composed o} the brains of the regiment and mos' of its members are doing clerical duty in and around headquarters. FOURIER THE PROPHET. How He Spotled His Predictions by ‘dhe tate Bctaiin. It is s#id of Fourier, the socialist, that he bad all the qualities of a proph- et except vagueness. His craze for pre- cision spol'«l his predictions for us. ‘The Speaker quotes Charles Gide, the economist, as cleverly showing what Fourier lost by this: “Thus if writing before the advent of railways he had confined himself to stating that a man would in a single day be able to start from Marseilles, breakfast in Lyons and dine in Paris his prevision would have been consid. ered most remarkagle, but gince be adds that the journey will be accom: plished upon the back of a supple and elastic porter, who will be the ‘anti lon,’ we roar with laughter. “Or again if he had said simply that people would some day be able to com- municate instantaneously with each other from one end of the world to the other Fourier would have been credit- ed with a rare degree of intellectual foresight, but as he thought best to de- scend to the particular, ‘A certain ves- sel leaving London arrives in Chima to- day; tomorrow the planet Mars, having been advised of the arrivals and move- ments of ships by the astronomers of Asia, will transmit the list to the as tronomers of London,’ we again roar with laughter and forget that he has arrived by the fantastic machinery of the imagination at the same results as the telegraph and the telephone.” Not Buried In a Coffin, Of the many thousands of bodies of soldiers who are buried in Arlington cemetery there is but one, and that an officer. whose remains were not inclos. ed in a coffin, The late General M. C. Meigs during the civil war and for many years subsequently was quarter- ‘master general of the United States ‘army. Some years before his death be bad erected at Arlington a large gran: ite tomb. By his direction the sculptor cut a place in the center of the big stone exactly the size of the former's body. The sculptor was pledged to secrecy, nor did the general inform any “one of the fact. When General Meigs died, his body was incased in a handsome casket and conveyed to the cemetery. When, how- ever, an attempt was made to put the casket in the sarcophagus, it was found to be impossible, and the under. taker had to remove the body from the casket and put it in the sarcophagus with no other covering than the gener- al’s uniform.—Washington Post. THE NEW AGE. siimataannivetincasenttugiiaagi = The GUARDIANS f OF DEATH f | By Charles Lee Taylor d It was a forlorn looking house, long since forsaken of human tenantry, one would-have said, Scurrying lizards did sentry duty upon its porch, and the predacious ants had eaten into its woodwork. But to a civil engineer in the unsettled center of Mexico any shelter is a matter of gratitude. Dar- rel and I took possession without any qualms of guilt, for it was ev ident that the owner had moved out years be- fore. While the cook built a fire and prepared dinner in the main room we proceeded to explore, not without cau- tion, for the old shack looked like a promising resort for snakes. I had just dispatched a couple that were keeping house in a side room when a shout from Darrel summoned me to the second story, “Here's a queer thing to turn up in an abandoned house,” he called. He was bending over a small box bound in horsehide, the lid of whieh he had pried open. Together we car- ried it downstairs and went through the contents. They were surprising enough; at least it was surprising that the tenants should have left such pa- pers behind them, for here were deeds to property, leases, some mortgage pa- pers and other valuable documents, be sides a number of family records, a dated many years before, but all in good state of preservation. What terested me most, however, was small map drawn on prepared vse the work of an amateur. Wkoev drew it knew something about survey; ing, for he had his ranges and scales fairly correct. He had started at : spring at the foot of an unlocated hi in the foothills of the San Luis range and run a line up a ravine 520 fe ‘Then he had run 125 feet up 2 ravine, turning to the left, and ha marked a cross on the face of a wal rising sheer ninety feet. His marks showed the elevation of this cross to be thirty-two feet above the bed of the ravine. Here was food for speculation, “Darrel,” said I to my companion, “the man that drew that map didn't do it for fun.” “I guess that's right,” replied Dar- rel. “There's something behind the place marked by that cross, but what is it?” “What's the most likely thing to be in the side of a cliff in this country?” “Oh, I see!” said he. “A cave, you mean. But what's in the cave, then?” “That's what we'll find out if we can locate the cave,” said I. Luck was with us in the matter, It wasn't a week later when one of our surveyors came in with a tele of hav- ing located a fine spring at the foot of a hill and near one of the wildest ra- vines that he had ever set eyes on Neither Darrel nor I rested easy until we were on the way to the spot with the little map tucked under my belt. We were to split even on whatever we found. Poor Darrel! When I think of that bargain, I have a chill even to this day. Tt took us nearly a day on muleback to reach our destination, There were the spring, the bill and the ravine run- ning back just as in the map. It was one of the wildest spots I ever saw in a wild country; one couldn't help feel- ing a bit put out with its loneliness, Up the big ravine we trudged until we reached the cross gulch, a sheer cut through the solid rock, the work of centuries of fierce torrents. It took us a long time to make out the cross, as the cliff was in semidark- ness and patches of moss were grow- ing over the surface, but we located it at last and saw that the only way to reach it was from the top of the cliff. Having foreseen this contingeney, we had brought along a stout rope, and near the edge of the cliff, which we mounted after a long detour, we found a convenient tree. For one of us to lower the other would be an easy mat- ter. Both of us were eager to go. Which should it be? The good old American method of a flipped coin was the arbiter, and Darrel won. Present- ly he was sitting in the bight of the rope before the spot where the cross ‘was marked and calling up bis reports to me. “Yes, there's a cave here all right, but it’s walled up. Lower me dows that.geologist’s hammer of yours, and Tecan break the flimsy thing in.” I sent the hammer down on a string, and for five minutes Darrel hammered and panted, and the sound of crum bling masonry told me that he wa: making headway. Presently ther: ‘came a sort of gasp from him. “Phew! That's bad alr! Don’t dare go in there for a bit.” “Throw in a lighted mateh, and i {t burns the air is pure enough,” | called excitedly, for 1 was in a hurry to know what was in that cave. “There she gees,” said Darrel a min: abe later: “buena alt right OR, sree rr” TN i i CU I lay peering over the cliff at the twitching rope that gave indications of Darrel’s movements, Then there ech- oed from the opposite side of the ra- vine @ strange sound as of the rattling of many castanets, followed by @ shrick of such grisly terror as I never agaln want to hear. ‘The next instant Darrel plunged forth from the mouth of the cave, swung out from the face of the cliff, swung back again against the rock and, still shrieking horribly, so that the ravine reverberated with the sound of It, slipped through the bight of the rope and fell headlong to “the Tocks betow.—For-amonent Thy there stricken, waiting for I knew not what thing of horror to issue from the mysterious cavern. Then I rushed ‘down to the ald of my motionless com- ‘panion, Half the contents of my flask “had been foreed down his throat be- fore he opened his eyes. But not to | consciousness did he open them. The glare in them told me that. I tried to reeall his mind. “What was it, old man? What was it?” Lasked him. He half raised himself and tried to speak, gasping and choking like a man being strangled. “The hands! ‘The hands of the dead! At my throat! ‘They’re throttling me! Help!” He tore at his throat with mad strength. ‘Then his limbs relaxed, and he fell back in my arms lifeless. I believe in my inmost soul that It was not the fall from the eliff, but sheer terror, that killed him, How I ever lived through that fear- ful, horror haunted ride to the camp I don’t know. 1 was erazy with fever and delirium when I reached there. It wasn't till weeks afterward that they told me of the expedition that went out to find and bury Darrel. My ravings and the map that they found when they undressed me gave them a working elew to the tragedy. They found the rope tied to the tree, and two of the men went down and entered the cave armed with stout clubs, for thelr theory was that poor Darrel had been killed by a venomous snake. ‘That would not have explained his last words, but what they found did. A few yards in from the entrance lay sprawled a heap of articulated skele- tons. Darrel’s hat was beneath the heap. Groping his way in, @ had dis- placed a slender post which held in place on a shelf above him the grim, dead guardians of the dead. ‘They had fallen upon the invader and claimed him for their own. The men searched the cave. Row after row of long dead mummies they found, but little treasure. The brace- let that had cost Darrel his life and ‘one or two small gold carvings—that was all. But what of the map and the maker of it? Did he perhaps visit the eave and perish there of terror? Were his bones those that Darrel saw from the entrance of the cave? That Is a mystery that I shall never solve—that and that other mystery of who set, against.the profaning incursion of the living, that grisly trap of the dead. A Mistake Somewhere. “I had read,” said the colonel as he was relating some of his experiences in China, “that if a person fell into the water no one could pull him out, holding that his falling in was a decree of Providence that wust not be inter fered with. One day, on one of the canals, I stumbled and went overboard, and, although there were twelve boat- men, not one of them would extend me ahand. After a close shave, as I can- not swim. I got aboard again, and as ‘soon as I recovered my breath I yelled ‘at the boss boatman: “You infernal scoundrel, but why didn’t you help me out? “It was your fate to fall in’ he calmly replied. “‘And it's your fate to take a good Heking! I said as I went for him and kicked and cuffed him about. When I had finished him off, I took another, and I was just polishing off my fifth vietim when the sixth man halted me to say: | “There seems to be a mistake here. We are taught that if a person falls into the water he must save himself or drown, but we are not taught that if he does save himself he is at liberty to lick half of China in revenge.’ “I thought his point well taken,” laughed the colonel, “and I stopped my score at five and went down to change into dry clothes.” ‘Siiines temas thane The famous Chicago river is being sold by the bucketful to soapmakers. That classic stream, the passing of whose water by the city of St. Louis moved the state of Missouri to go to law with the state of Illinois for not keeping its nuisance at home, affords lucrative employment to a number of men. In the south branch above the drainage canal they are kept busy the day long scooping the top layer of the stream off with- buckets-and-put= ting it In barrels, in which form it ts sold to packers at the stockyards to be transformed into soap. This takes place in “Bubbly creek,” which is the name applied to that part of the river into which the waste from the stock- yards empties through sewers.—New York Tribune. . Professor (in a medical college, ex- hibiting a patient to his class)—Gen- tlemen, allow me to call your atten- tion to this unfortunate man. It is impossible for you to guess what is the matter with him. Examine the shape of his head and the expression of his eyes, and you are none the wiser for it, but that is not strange. It takes years of experience and con- stant study to tell at a glance, as I can, that he is deat and dumb. 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Davis was on the sick list last week. Subscribe for the New Age, the leading race journal of the intermountain region. For Rent—Three furnished rooms for light housekeeping, 1231 W. Granite, Mrs. H. Johnson. The Citizens' Coal company, dealers in Kemmerer, Rock Springs, Rock 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. The Ladies of the Eastern Star chapter gave a ball last week, which was well attended despite the many political meetings that were taking place on the same evening, it was a success socially as well as financially. 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. The New Age received in its list of mail, last Thursday, a handsomely engraved announcement of the marriage of Mr. J. E. Moseley to Miss Jessie Woodcock, both of Helena. This did not come as a surprise, however, as the New Age has previously chronicled the fact that the marriage was pending. Get ready for the grand ball to be given in Helena soon. Invitations will soon be out to that affect. Get your dress suits out, have them sponged and pressed, and if they are not up to the mark make arrangements with your tailor for a fresh one. Of course the ladies will be all right. They know what they want. Mrs. Birthright received some unpleasant news from the frozen north last week to the effect that the steamer La France, upon which Mr. Birthright is steward, was fast in the ice and was believed to be drifting to destruction. We trust, however, that this will not be the case. We are in hopes that we will hear more pleasant news soon. Mrs. Anna Nelson, the fashionable dressmaker, has rented the residence of Mrs. S. A. Smith on 711 West Broadway and moved to her new quarters last Monday. Mrs. Nelson has a large number of customers, who reside on the west side, and for that reason she deemed it quite essential that she should move her place of abode in closer proximity to that of her customers. Mr. S. Reeves and Mrs. Jordon Allen was indicted at the Silver Bow Literary society for failing to take their seats at the request of the president. The cases will be called for trial at the next regular session of the meeting, which convenes every Thursday evening at the A. M. E. church. Both parties were released on their own recognition to appear before Judge Wm. Jones next Thursday night. There seems to be an air of prosperity mixed up with a little matrimonial success. The New Age extends to the successful ones, who have been favored with the wheel of fortune. We predict two or three more between this and Christmas. There is one that you can bet all that you can rake, scrape and borrow, for it is a cinch on the lead pipe order. The New Age, after a quiet repose of two weeks, has resumed circulation and wishes to apologize to her patrons for having taken the little recess. We will hereafter have our little journal out on ttime, and we trust that our friends will kindly overlook our short coming to the patrons, who have paid their subscriptions in advance, will be allowed the two weeks lost time at the expiration of their subscription. The Afro-American Woman's Club met at Mrs. Hayes, No. 11 West Gold street. The discussion of the evening was "Home and Housekeeping, and Their Domestic Duties," which was very interesting, and after each lady made a few remarks the meeting adjourned to meet with Mrs. Yancy, November 18, and at Mrs. Lee Bell's rooms December 2, in the evening, Owsley block, Mrs. Hayes then served the ladies with a dainty cup of cocoa and cake, which was enjoyed very much. The club then returned thanks to the hostess and departed for their home. Mr. and Mrs. J. H. Wilds gave a grand post nuptial dinner in honor of Mr. and Mrs. Charles Brown Sunday evening, at their elegant quarters on Wyoming street. An elegant menu, consisting of six courses, was served. Each course being served with wine. The tables was handsomely decorated with carnations and American beauty roses. Those present were: Mr. and Mrs. Chas. A. Brown, the guests of honor; Mr. and Mrs. Sam Jones, Mr. and Mrs. J. Curd, Mrs. Anna and Miss Ida Nelson, Messers Wm. Burnside, J. D. Young, Chris Dorsey and Chas. Champhell. The dinner given for the benefit of the Methodist church at the auditorium last Wednesday evening, by Mrs. D. W. Walton, was a success in every particular. There were fully 175 meals served, which consisted of turkey and other delicies and the supply had exhausted long before the hour of closing. After the dinner was served and the hall cleared of the tables and seats, a merry crowd took possession of the hall and engaged in the fantastic toe until two o'clock. It was reported that the dance, as well as the dinner, was a grand financial success. Mrs. Walton is a cateress of renown and her being the promoter of the affair was quite enough to insure success. Mrsfl Robert Lawrence, who has been quite ill for several days, has recovered sufficiently to resume her household duties. Mr. John Hinkling, the genial assistant of Mr. H. E. Fletcher, was confined to his room a few days this week. Mrs. Selle Reeves was indisposed for several days last week. We are pleased to chronicle the fact that she has rallied and is now on the high road to recovery. She was suffering from a light attack of pneumonia. W. Wheaton, who has been making speeches for the state committee of Wyoming, and by his eloquence has been called the black Beverage, has been operated upon for the appendicitis in Cheyenne, and is doing nicely. Mr. Isaac Hayes, the colored champion of the smoky city, added another victim to his list of opponents by knocking out Tom King, the big double-jointed miner, who challenged Robert Fitzsimmons a few weeks ago to a twenty round bout. Ike succeeded in putting his victim to sleep in the fifth round. Mr. A. S. Webb left last Friday for Charlotties Valley, Va., where he was called by the serious illness and death of his mother. When Mr. Webb left he was eager to reach the bedside of his mother before the end came, but to the great dismay of her son he was not far on the way before a message came, telling of the demise of his mother. He received the sad news when he reached Siux City, Iowa. He immediately telegraphed his wife of his inability to reach his mother before she died. The New Age and his many friends extend their deepest sympathy to the remaining members of the family in this, their sad hour of bereavement. MASKUERADE BALL There will be a grand masquerade ball given by Silver Bow Lodge, No. 2989, at Elite dancing academy on 317 South Dakota street, Wednesday evening, November 19. H. E. FLETCHER, C. I. DAVIES, J. H. SMITH, Committee. New Stars For the Flag. The committee on territories of the house of representatives having voted unanimously in favor of bills granting statehood to Arizona, New Mexico and Oklahoma, there are likely to be three more stars in Old Glory when we celebrate the next Fourth of July. In regard to Indian Territory the committee favors a bill giving it a regular territorial government and changing its name to the territory of Jefferson. This will entail some changes of an important character. It is stated that the white elements within the Indian Territory are already in the ascendency, the last census reporting 202,000 whites to 52,000 Indians. The work of the Dawes commission in providing for the abolition of communal government among the Indians and the allotment of lands in severity is reported to be nearly completed. It would seem that Oklahoma, Arizona and New Mexico are in possession of the qualifications for statehood, and the knock for admission at the door of the Union ought not to go longer unanswered. According to Secretary Hitchcock's report last November, the population of Oklahoma already exceeds half a million and is thrifty, well educated and in an unusual degree American in its antecedents. The population of Arizona is estimated in the same report at a little over 100,000 whites and 26,000 Indians and that of New Mexico at nearly 300,000 whites and 12,000 Indians. In Arizona the whites are nearly all English speaking Americans, but in New Mexico the Mexican element is still large. Secretary Hitchcock reported, however, that the recent rapid growth of the territory from almost exclusively American sources and the good work of the public schools had reduced the percentage of illiteracy from 44 in 1890 to little over 20 in 1900. With Interest. "Yes, I know that certain passengers object to tipping on principle; but, speaking for myself, I believe in it," remarked a ruddy faced old man in the corner of a third class smoker. "It is only right to reward courtesy, and I always make a point of giving the guard of this train' sixpence when he comes to see if I'm all right, although I'm only a poor man." The other passengers, not to be outdone, then upon dived into their pockets, and when the guard popped his head inside the door a few minutes later he found himself overwhelmed with silver coins. An hour passed, and the passengers got out one by one until the old man was left facing a spruce commercial traveler, who leaned toward him confidently and asked him how he could afford to give the guard sixpence every time he took a journey. "Oh, don't worry yourself about that," responded the old man. "I dare say I shall get it back with interest." "How will you?" "The guard is a son of mine!"—London Globe. Economy. Donegan- Why, man alive, 'tis great luck he's in! "Phwat! D'ye call it luck to have wan o' yer legs cut off?" "Av coarse. It'll only cost him half as much now for shoes and pants."—Philadelphia Record. THE NEW AGE. The Face In the Sand Miss Hartwell strolled along the beach at Atlantic City that early summer morning, drinking in the air and watching the slow, green waves break with the conviction that she was deriving new strength for her settlement work. If only some of those poor east side youngsters could have a little of this sea air too! But they would reap the benefit of all she got, and there was comfort. At which stage of her reflections she paused to look with smiling curiosity at something in the sand. It was the profile of a young girl fashioned very cleverly out of the damp material. As she continued gazing it grew en her that the features were quite like her own. It was a mere coincidence, of course. She didn't know anybody in the place, finding all the company she needed in Miss Cunningham. After their breakfast she would get her friend to walk that way and see how the sand image affected her. The waves of the incoming tide were almost lapping it, but her companion caught sight of the alto rillie modeled from the unstable material and stopped to look at it more closely. "Why, Margaret," she exclaimed after a moment, raising her eyes to the other's face, "it looks like you! Turn your head. There! Now take off your hat. Yes! It is a fair likeness of you. Who in the world can have done it?" "It is enough of a likeness to merit this," returned the other, stamping the delicate profile into oblivion. "It is a piece of impertinence!" In the sun parlor of the casino that afternoon she noticed a man regarding her. There was a contented, well fed air about him which she did not like, although he was a good looking man in his heavy way. Earnest, practical interest in the thin poor made her a little intolerant of sated idleness. At dinner that evening she caught his eye upon her again as he passed her table. She averted her face. Miss Hartwell was a very pretty girl, but a fastidious one, with no taste for a seasick flirtation. "That is Burlington, the sculptor." she heard a woman remark to her neighbor. That face in the sand! Her face! This was the man! Miss Hartwell got a note from her brother Tom that day saying he could not come before the end of the week. "You girls want a man to fetch and carry for you. You mention half a dozen women you have met and then complain that 'the place is restful, but a little dull.' Here's your chance. I hear that Hammond, a Boston man, classmate of mine at Yale, is at Atlantic City. He is a good fellow—rich, family, brains—but is shy of girls. I shall make him miserable by sending him a note of introduction to you and Miss Cunningham." A day or two later the young fellow presented the note. He was a charming young man. From an acquaintance he rapidly developed into an acquisition. He was quiet and dignified, not shy. Miss Hartwell got to like him very well. "Tom is a good athlete, but not strong on analysis of character," she laughingly said to Miss Cunningham. Miss Hartwell had not encountered her face on the sand again and was reaping nothing but health and pleasure from her vacation, especially since young Hammond had become such an interesting part of it. Then one morning she came upon it again. As before, it was early morning. She stamped it out even more emphatically. Her brother arrived that day, and she immediately confided to him how much annoyance the sculptor was occasioning her. Tom lost no time in getting after the man, who denied all knowledge of the matter. "I came here for rest and amusement, and the last thing I am likely to do is to make faces in the sand. I work in more durable material." "But the likeness was unmistakable, and you are the only sculptor here," urged Tom dogedly. "That may be. I had nothing to do with it. My word should offset a mere suspicion. I do not know your sister, but if she is the young woman I think you can assure her that I will not model her face in the sand," the man correlated sarcastically. Miss Hartwell was incredulous when she heard her brother's report. "I don't like the man's face," she said. "That doesn't prove he did yours in the sand, Maggie," returned her brother reproachfully. "I gather from his remarks that he doesn't like your face." Miss Hartwell tossed her head. Tom was so easy going. She might catch this man at his work. Then she knew she could count on Tom. She strolled along the board walk, occasionally approaching the rail and looking down on the beach, for the next two or three mornings early. But she saw no one. Perhaps he had been frightened off. If she could only catch him! The next morning she did. There, crouched down on the sand, working in it, so absorbed that he never glanced around, was a man. He and she were almost the sole persons abroad at that hour. She recognized the clandestine modeler beyond the shadow of a doubt. But instead of getting her brother and having him fall upon the delinquent red handed she hurried back to the hotel and watched from behind the curtains of her room until she saw the sand artist come up. Then she sailed forth BY JOHN J. A'BECKET again, went down to the beach and regarded her features with more interest than ever. He had actually put a sweet smile on the lips! Suddenly she turned and studied the sea. The tide was coming in. She stood motionless, thinking very hard. Yes! Every time she had seen the face on the sand it had been early morning, when nobody was about and the tide was coming in. She turned, a smile on her face, regarded the sand image wistfully, then suddenly stooped and stuck a pink carnation from a cluster at her corsage in at the neck of the damp portrait. Next she hastily retreated to the hotel to find her brother and Miss Cunningham well on with their breakfast. "I declare, Margaret," observed Miss Cunningham as her friend attacked her morning repast with keen enjoyment, "this place is doing you no end of good. Your color is excellent, and your appetite leaves nothing to be desired." "I hope it leaves a few things that are desired, else you would pay dearly for my improvement, if it could be called that. But this morning walk does improve the appetite," she added innocently. "It if it weren't for that horrid man and his faces in the sand," observed her companion. "Tom said he denied it in a way that left no room to doubt his innocence. Besides, I have discovered that it was always done early, when no one was about and when the tide was coming in, so that it would be washed out before any one saw it." "What on earth did he do it for then?" cried Miss Cunningham. "Only a man in love would do such a thing as that!" "Perhaps as five finger exercises, just to keep his sculptor hand in training," she replied laughingly. But Miss Cunningham looked so surprised at her mitigated tone and her face felt so red that she escaped to the open air as soon as possible. She had not gone far before she saw Mr. Hammond sitting on a bench, gazing pensively at the sca. His tan shoes were wet and sandy. In his fingers he clasped a pink carnation as if it were a precious relic. She paused near him. His preoccupation was so great that for a moment he did not perceive her. Then he bounded to his feet, his face discounting the flower for color, and stammered: "Oh, Miss Hartwell! I was thinking of you. I wanted to see you. I hope you are not too angry. You will let me explain." "It must not happen again, not even when the tide is coming in, and no matter how early," she smiled faintly. "And I may keep this little flower?" She nodded. "Will you sit down just for a minute and let me explain?" he asked, his ingenuous eyes fastened on hers imploringly. She seated herself by his side. Judging from a very pretty wedding in St. George's three months later, Mr. Hammond must have "explained" beautifully. The Wise Peasant. One night as the Peasant was soundly sleeping he was aroused by a knock on the door, and when he asked who called a voice replied: "O Peasant, I beg the loan of thy lantern for a few minutes." "Hast lost something in the darkness?" was asked. "Nay, not that. I am a thief and have come for thy Goat, but I require a lantern to light up the stable." "You shall have it with cheer, and you may leave it outside the door as you go away." The Peasant's wife began upbraiding him that he should assist to steal his own property, but he turned to her and commanded: "Silence, woman! Firstly, I am no match for a thief who has doubtless come armed to attack or defend; secondly, the Ass and the Goat are stabled side by side, and did I not lend my lantern the thief might get the Ass by mistake. I am not the filest man in the county, but I do know the difference between a three dollar Goat and a thirty dollar Ass!" Moral—The man who stops to figure a little generally comes out ahead of the game. Doctor—I'm very glad to tell you, Mrs. Hodges, that your husband will recover after all. Mrs. Hodges—Lord, sir, don't say that! Doctor—Why not, you unnatural woman? Mrs. Hodges—Well, you see, sir, after I'd sent for you, sir, I took an' sold all his cloes!—Sketch. State Savings Bank State Savings Bank John A. Creighton..... President G. W. 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