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GOVERNOR NEIL,S REPLY.
He Thanks the Citizens for Their Ex.
preston Of Sympathy, and States He
Is Coming to Live on Wood River.
EXECUTIVE OFFICE. }
BOISE CRY, IDAHO, +
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EXECUTIVE OFFICE.
BOISE CITY, IDAHO,
April 10, 1888.
c. B. Fox, ESQ. HALEY. Idaho:
My DEAR SIR:-1 am in receipt of
your highly esteemed favor Of the I'd
instant, inclosing the resolutions
adopted at meeting of the citizens
of HALEY, called for the purpose of
giving expression to their sentiments
respecting my removal from the Gov
ernorship of this Territory.
l have no expectation of suitably
responding to this splendid testi-
monial, so numerously signed by the
representative citizens of Haley and
vicinity, and which in digniticd Ian
guagc gives vent to their indignation
over my causeless removal, and at the
same time expresses in graceful and
complimentary terms their hearty APP
proval of my administration as chief
Executive OF the Territory, and in
words which touch me deeply, assure
me that, as an official and as IL man,
have so conducted myself as to win
their confidence and esteem. Such
evidence that my endeavors to dis
charge the duties of my high trust ac-
ceptably to all good citizens, and in a
manner to promote the prosperity OF
Idaho and advance the welfare of its
people, have not been wholly unsuc-
cessful, afford me a satisfaction o!
which no power can deprive me
They are more precious to me than
wealth, or power, and shall treasure
them as long as life lasts, always
striving to conduct myself in manner
to cause none to regret having joined
in commentator of me.
AS stated above, | have no words
fittingly to convey my gratitude to the
citizens of Haley who have so hand.
somely Endorsed my official career
but adopting sentiment from ''IIam
let" | viii say to each and all: "Nha
SO poor man as | may do to show
my love and friending, God willing
shall not lack.'
1t is my intention to remain per
manently IN Idaho, to cast my forum,
with those people who have, from tn
first, accorded me the most generou
treatment, and in every effort prop
erly to discharge the duties Of my re
sponsible Office have given me thei
earnest and cordial support.
The invitation to make my home OF
Wood River is decidedly pleasar,
feature of the testimonial of the goo
people of Haley. l assure you it
my wish to accept the same, and
anything should occur to prevent.
shall be grievously disappointed. Blu
wherever / NAV locate, | trust it ma
still he my privilege to do somethin
toward promoting the best interests {
the people whose homes are in Idaho
the Seem of the Mountains"
Very truly and sincerely yours,
JNO. b. NEIL.
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More Trouble with the Kelton Mail.

No kelton mail has been received
here for three days past. Thai is, no
quantity of it. A few papers and a
letter or two come in every day, but
it is evident that the bulk of the mail
is delayed somewhere. Where?
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THE DOLLAR COLUMN N.

Advertisements not exceeding an inch Tor ten
lines of small type) in length will be inserted in
this column for dollar per week. or fifty cents
tie frs insertion and twenty-five cents each ad.
di.iocal interchangeable in advance.
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Strive, Wal, aud Pray

Strive; yet do not promise
The prize you dream OF to-day
viii not fade when You think 10 grasp a.
And melt in your hands sway
But another and boiler treasure.
You would now perchanee disd~'n'
viii come when your toll is over
And pay you for all your pain.
Wait: yet | do not tell you
The hour you I%ng for DOW
Wi not come with its radiance raH'hs''
And shadow upon its brow;
Yet, far through the Misty future,
With \ crown OF starry light
An hour OF joy you know not
Is winging her silent Eight.
Pray: though the gift you ask Tor
May never c mf"r' y"ur fears
Nay reyer repay your pleading,
Yet pray, aud with hopeful tears
An ans~er. not that you long f"r'
But choicer. will come ono days
Your ewes are too dim too SEQ II;
Yetstrive, and wait, and pray.
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THE HUNTINGTON ARGUS
CLUSTERED OUT"

There's lonely grave in Virginia,
And nameless sleeper there,
That fell when the tide of battle
Rolled over the land so fair
No costly marble marks the spot
Where he fell mid wa Stern r'ut'
Bnto rourh heNu cruss and the simple WoIo'
"A soldier mustered out.
There are graves in the Old Dominion
Where her heroes arc az rest;
And piles Of bronze and IN 'rble
stand above each sleeper'S breast;
But none are there among them all
That feek her hills about
With tomb so grandly simple
A that soldiers mustered out.
I, stands in its solemn beauty
By the ever moaning sea,
And the passing schooner proudly floats
The das be died to free.
The whitr-capped billoWs bow their heads
And sll the waters shout
Ana ding their foam wreaths round the grave
Where he sleeps, mustered cut"
These waters on that dreadful day
Had seen him hgh,ins i"li,
Aud mingling with tire battles smoke
Had made the soldiers pail.
No arms reversed, no mutied drum,
But shot and groan aud shout
These were the sounds that filled the air
Whoa he was mustered cut"
No music Of soft requicms,
No church bells toiling low,
But clash of arms and lannon's boom,
When he VAS called to 20.
bis shruud blood stained, tattered Dag,
His hymn the ,ictor's shout,
dis knell, Cumberland last gum
When he was mustered cut.
All heroes sleep not meath tall shafts,
Nor monuments of stone;
For many graves are marked, alas!
With one short word. unknown"
They sleep who fought as brave as those
For whom the millions shout,
Till the nOrd of battles gaUr command,
And they were mustered out"
But lie who marks the sParroW's fall
Knows where each hero lies,
And humble blood for justice shed
BY Him is not despised.
Ana when 10 the last reyeille,
The dead ranks throng about,
Foremost among the just shall stand
Those soldiers mustered Uut."
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The H'ainl~rs Esuse.

There lived in Brussels celebrated
painter named IYiertz, whose eccen-
tricitie. we're such as to give him The
name Of the Crazy Artist That
there was method in his madness TIE
following aaecdoto shows
After having finished portrait Of
the old aristccratic Co Intess de Arne'
who pretended to be only thirty whe"
nearly sixty, she refused to accept
the painting, saying it did not look
anything like herself, and that her
most intimate friend would not rse-
ognize single feature of her on that
piece of canvas.
Wisrtz smiled kindly at tho re
mark, and, as a true knight OF old
CALAMITY conducted the lady to her
carriage.
Next morning there was a grand
disturbance in the Rue dc Madt-
line.
A big crowd was gathered before a
window, and the following was whis
pered from ear to ear:
"Is the Countess dc Arson really
in goal for her debts?
Wiertz had exercised little ven
geance towards bis noble bat unfair
customer.
As soon as size had refused the Por-
trait be set to work and painted -
few iron bars on the picture, with
these words In goal for debt.
He exhibited the painting in a Jew
ellers window in the principal strser
Of Brussels, and tho effect was in
stantaneous.
a lew hours later the countess WAS
back at Wiertz's pouring invectiVes
on him at high pressure-tO have
exhibited her likeness under sueh
scandalous-&c.
Most noble lady, was the artists,
reply, you said the painting did mol
look anything like yourself, and that
your most intimate friends would mol
have recognized single one of your
features in the picture. l wanted
to test the truth Of your statement;
that is all.
The portrait was taken away, the
city laughed, the artist charged double
price, and gave the amount tc the
poor of the city.
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JAsON'S WIDOW.

eyes" sid Mrs. dickson, nod
ding her head, "Clara has married
rich at last, it seems"
at can't be possible" said Miss
Maurandia ClicksSn, who was long,
thin and forty. "a snub nOsed, in
significant thing like that What is
there about Clara to attract any
mani"
1T is true, though" said Mrs.
Clickson. Benjamin Barton's folks
have been visiting in Philadelphia,
and they saw her cut hiding with her
new husband, with the horses har-
ness half covered with gold plate,
and purple satin cushions to the ker-
ridge; and Miss Barton is pretty sure
she saw diamonds in her ears. "
"Mrs. Montague MerriOn!' breath
lessly burst in Miss LORNA dickson.
That's the name. And a brown
stone house and a man in black, with
a silver salyer to take the visitars'
cards. Mrs. Bess Barton SAN it with
her own eyes,"
The dickson family looked at one
another with speculative eyes. They
we're a hard-featured, high-cheek-
bOned race, with opaque black eyes,
thick lips like threads Of damaged
vermillion, faces traversed with wrin-
kles, and noses sharpened to mere
point.
There was old Mrs. dickson, who
lived in the farmhouse and LAID down
the law to all the neighborhOod like
a female pope; Mr.. dickson, who
didn't count at all when his wife was
by; Miss Maurandia, who taught the
district school, and Miss LORNA, who
trimmed bonnets; and Mr.. and Mrs
PhilO, a stout, silent pair, who saiC
very little, and kept up a sharp eye
for the main chance.
Everybody had said when Mrs
Philo dickson went there that she
would not stay. 1t was boldly as
serted that ne one could exist undel
the Upas shadow of a nOther-in-lav
cut after cid Mrs. Clickson's pattern
But Mrs. Philo had maintained he
position by dint Of q pacaydermou
atolidity, AND had won the old lady
secret respect by ecOnomizing candle
ends, looking after stray crumbs Q
bread, and counting psnnies witt
even nsre parsimony than she her
self was abe to display. AS sh
never said anything she could no
very we'll Offend Mrs. Eben Clickssa
and so all went well.
But when JsSaR ClarkaOn's uif
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An Austin clerk is in the habit Of
drawing his salary for several months
in advance. A few mornings ago he
came down to the store half an hour
later than usual. "What makes you
SO late?" asked the proprietor. 1t
was so cold, l didn't like to get up.
L don't see how you come to find
it go cold,' grOUled the boss. You
drew your salary for next June yes
terday.'
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A man in England, VIII had been
drunk for thirty years, died few
hours after sebering up. There is q
terrible lesson in this incident that
should be needed. 1t teaches that men
shosld either not get DRINK or else
never sober up-we cant for the life
of US tell which.
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Eli Perkins walked into a grocery
store the other day and asked for =
dozen eggs. Haven't got any.
said the merchant; they're very
scarce about now We'll, said
Eli, when all resorts fail know
how can get them, but they mightn't
be fresh And that is?' queried
the merchant. BY undertaking to
lecture il a town where I've been Be
fore' quSth Eli sadly.
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The Morning Journal is responsible
for this novel code of hotel regula-
tons; "Guests jumping from the
fifth-story windows will be charged
extra. In the Office of the hotel is .
large fire-prOOf safe; the proprietor
will not be liable for any guest whs
does not deposit himself in it for the
night. johnson fire pumps, served
in the rooms, charged extra. Guests
are requested to pay their bills before
going to bed, as they may MT have
time whilo the FIRE is burning"
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| possible. w HIS IlSHCh lV'i''
in a silver basket; peaches, clear cot
fee in egg-sAell china; birds broiled
on toast, and eggs wrapped in dam
ask napkins; while superb amaryl-
lis, in full bloom, gave the elsment
of color, and Mr.. Merton, in pic
turesque Morning wrapper Of cherry
silk, read the newspaper while Clara
looked over her letters.
And no one would have recognized
Jason Clickson's pale little widow in
this bright, blooming girl, for there
is no beautifer like happiness.
"Oh, MOntaguel" she cried, drop
ping her letter, "what an l to do?"
"What is the matter, sweetheart
inquired Mr.. Merrion, calmly folding
his newspaper.
THE whole dickson family" cried
Clara. "All coming to spend an in
definite period Of time With Us"
"Ah!" said Mr.. Merton. "Your
first husbands relatives. Have you
invited them?"
"Oh, no, no" cried Clara. "In-
vited them, when they were so hard
and cruel and inhsspitable to me in
my hour of need, and all but turned
me out of doors at last"
Then" said Mr.. Merton, eve
must treat them as we would treat
any other impertinent intruders.-
My little Clara shall not be torment
ed by set of harpies. Just give me
the letter, love; III settle this bust
ness. Oh, by the way, / have to
to run out to Chestnut Hill this
morning to see about the new con-
servatories there. But III send
Phipps, my lawyer, to the depot to
meet them. He'll make it all right
for you"
"But, Montague" faltered Clara,
"what shall l do if they descend up
on me like the locusts Of Egypt, and
You not hcre?"
."Thcy wont come, said MIR. Mer-
rion, shrewdly.
Nevertheless, Clara was very ner-
vous all day, and could net settle
peacefully to work i'll the exquisite
little glass-cciled studio, with the
Venetian-red walls and ruby-velvet
draperies, which her husbands aifec-
ton had provided for her, for the
rscolIectiog Of Mrs. Click,ons cold
hard face lovershadowed her like n
Nightmares
The two maiden daughters sour
regards were still fresh in her memo
ry, and she could not think of tn"
stolid stupidity Of Mr.. and Mrs,
Philo without shudder.
The dickson family arrived at the
depot hot, dusty, crumpled, like all
travellers. Miss Lorina's hat was
crushed, Miss Maurandia's complex
ion was all washed away with per-
spiration, Mrs. PhilO had the tooth
ache, and PhilO had mislaid the key
Of his bag.
The old lady was cross and dicta-
tOrial, much inclined to find fault
with the management of the read,
and old MIR. dickson sat all in q heap
in the corner, about as amiable as an
elderly hyena.
Into this cheerful family party
Mr.. Phipps bowed himself-a courte-
Gus, middle-agcd gentleman, with a
perpetual smile and csaxing way OF
speaking, which bespoke your conf
dence before YOU knew it.
"Do l address Mrs. Eben Click.
SOM" said he, Suavely.
"You do, said the old lady, trying
to straighten out her bent spsctacles,
upon which Mrs. Philo had sat all
the way from Yellow Brook depot.
II represent Mrs. Merrion," said
he, "You have no doubt heard Of
the sickness in the family an% have
come to help nurse Mr.. MsrriOn's
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l5ltSI from Inc young HuS"s'HN WV
had taken to the sea and died in some
iar away Italian port-a letter writ
ten on his death-bed, to commend
the poor little English wife to the
tender mercies Of the dickson fami-
ly-all was different.
"Married without my sanctionl'
said Mrs. Eben dickson, severely.
married, and never asked our ad-
vice" chorused Miss Lorina and Miss
Maurandia.
Mr.. and Mrs. Philo said nothing.
They only looked at one another, but
their look plainly said: 1--WE won't
give up the west wing of the farm
house, except with our life"
Clara Clickson was little, pale,
large eyed woman, with a startled
look like a deer, and round, cherry
mouth, which quivered piteOusly
when any one spoke harsAly to her.
She knew nothing about house
work; never had been taught to make
soft soap; could not engineer a fami-
" wash, and preferred her book to
her needle.
She cried a great deal when she
vas BY herself, which old Mrs. Click
SON interpreted into lack of resig-
nation to the will of heaven. She
brought wild-Aowers home to Glitter
up" the place, and she was once seen
giving half slice of bread and but
ter to the little girl whS played the
tambourine to a hand-Organ mans
accompaniment, at the back door,
The dickson family, in full parlia-
mentary cOnclave, agreed that this
would never do. Mrs. Eben told
Clara, with characteristic delicac5,
that they could not be expected to
maintain her in idleness, and that
PERHAPS she had better look out for
something to DO.
Miss LORNA recommended adver-
Using in city paper for some decent
Hiss Maurandia gave her
a kind resume of all her faults and
failings, and admOnished her to cor
rect them before she expected people
to tolerate her; and Mr.. and Mrs.
Philo sat and stared at her With hard
dull, cleaning eyes, as if they en-
ioyed every syllable Of this fsura-
tive castigation.
Clara venturod on No reply. Che
only sat, pale and silent, with down
cast eyes and trembling lips.
But the aext day she left the Click
son farmhouse, and the family treu-
bled themselves no more about her
until the report spread itself about
that Jason's widow had met with sue
cess. She had painted some pictures
which commanded ready market,
and one of the rich gentlemen who
bought the landscape had fallen in
love With her and married her.
And then the dickson family de-
ded, with one accard, that they had
always set deal of store in Clara,
and now it was clearly their duty to
20 and see her.
"And if l like the situation" said
old Mrs. dickson, IL shouldn't won
der if / stayed all winter. My rheu-
MATES arc always better for change
Of air"
Miss LORNA thought of the ideas
in bonnet-making and cap-trimming
that she could gain by daily PrOmen-
AIDES on Chestnut street. Maurandia
concluded that she would abandon a
quarters salary Of the district school
and devote herself to city society
Who knew but that there might be a
Mr.. Montague Merton somewhere in
store for her?
Mr.. ard Mrs. PhilO, as usual, said
nothing, but packed their hand bag.
They had long wanted a store carpet
and set of blue china, and ROW was
the opportunity. Jason's widow cod
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indications at present. are"

Philo. Husband, let's go back!
We've neither of us had it"
1T is Malignant" gasped LORNA.
"Why didn't Jasan's widow tele-
graph to us?' shrieked Miss Mauran-
dia.
She has had great deal to Occu-
py her mind" sad Mr.. Phip 5,
smoothly. "You perhaps haven It
heard that her husband has gone
away and left herr
and took all the money!" gasPed
the old woman.
1T is but too probable" said Mr..
Phipps.
LEFT hcr~ repeated Miss LORNA.
"Humphl A grass widow Didn't
1 always say that Clara dickson
wouldn't come to no good?"
"She can't expect US to counte-
nance her." said Miss Maurandia,
severely.
Ladies" said Mr.. Phipps, "will
I show you the way to Mr.. Merrion's
residence"
Certainly not" said Mrs. Ebcn
dickson. at amt my business
to countenancO any woman whose
husband has deserted her. Just
let her know, please, that her late
husbands family are very much put
out and hope she won't expect them
to receive her again.
"And l think" observed Miss
Maurandia, chat it is very cool Of
her to suppose that we will turn free
nurses to her second husbands iami-
", when we're all delicate ourselves!
Miss LORNA made no further re-
mark, but gathered up her parcels
and packages and started for the
train, whittier old Mr.. dickson and
Mr.. and Mrs. Philo had already led
the way; for, dearly as the dickson
family cherished the prospect of a
months sojourn in Philadelphia, ho-
tel exactions and boarding house bills
were out of the question.
Mr.. Phipps watched them until
the last basket and yalise had disap-
peared into the car door, and then
returned to the landau, just outside
the station, where Mrs. Montague
Merton sat.
you beard it alp" said he.
Every wOrG," said Clara, whose
face was a combination Of amusement
and annoyance. "But Dir. Phipps'
at was quite true, was it not,
about your husbands daughter being
i'll of scarlet fever?" said the lawyer.
"But they are away at boarding
school"
"Was 1t necessary for me to men,
ton that?" said Mr.. Phipps, denure-
ly.
"And you said my husband had
left me-"
HAS he nOt?" questioned Mr..
Phipps.
"But he has only gone to Chest
nut Hill to see about the buildings
and he will come back this evening",
pleaded Clara.
"They did not ask me where he
was gone, or when he would return"
observed Mr.. PhipPs.
But the main object was achieved
The visitation of the Clickson family
had been warded off; and when Mr..
Merton camo home that evening
from Chestnut Hill, with the report
that the girls were getting on finely,
and cohservatories almost completed,
Clara met him with radiant face.
"Mr. Phipps' diplomacy has won
the day." said she.
While the dickson family, unload
ing their bags and trunks once more
at the farmhouse door, declared,
gloOmily, that "they always knew
that Jason's widow would turn out q
failure"
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OVER THE CITY.

The sidewalks are being generally re
paired over the city.
The assignment of civil cases was taken
In the district court yesterday morning.
Fathers buy u. mothers bless II and
children cry Tor it-Patterson's Peachstone
Liniment.
Druggists who fail TO keep Patterson's
Peachstone Liniment are very stldom
bothered with customers.
Mayer. Mccormick & Hogan cater to the
public at the Cotton Exchange, Told Tivoli
hall), No. COS Main street.
Coolest beer, finest liquors and cigars;
coolest room, and polite attention, at the
Cotton Exchange, (old Tivoli hall), No. COG
Main street.
We regret to learn Of the death Of the In.
FAINT son Of Mr.. and Mrs. JOHN l.. Henry.
HI. funeral will take place to-day from the
residence At 4p. m.
Robert Jamison Huey. one year and
three days old died to-day at 4 o'clock, son
Of Mr.. and Mrs. j.. l.. Huey. Funeral 10.
morrow q O'Clock p. m.
With . fire or cyclone insurance policy
nom John 3. Alderhofrs sgency, you need
never tremble when you hear the fire bell
or the roar Of the winds.
Wootan's we'll mineral water has made
some most wonderful cures. For 10 early
a the season many visitors are already
ehere nom every section Of the country.
Rassyyed seat tlcksss for ths entertain.
mont Of moi Such Fool - He Looks" d
y. n. II. a Hall, can he had Of Mason d
Eee. Trinity Cigar factory, and Sanger
.The Elm Street E.change has resolved
ne nnsss lot Of prime California winss
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Convictions.

Justice Edwards disposed of several very
interesting and quite humorously contested
cases yesterday. The parties litigant
(criminally) were from the imposing land.
scape of "Gass Hill" Martha Thompson,
against whom was preferred charge of al
assault and battery, was docketed IS and
costs. Harriet Mayberry, similarly accused
was treated to similar fine, with trim
mings. Lula Leroy and Catherine Robin
ION were adjudged guilty of being Migrants
and fined 81 and costs each. They were all
highly colored.