The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1885-10-23
The Seasons Change.


Tuesday, tn, 22ii or September, the sun
passed. over the equator, and the moon and
stars will now balance all. Ths days ami
nights vii bs equal 1t Is at this season Of
the year that til, scar and yellow leaf fiecxs
the green grassy earth and is no more. Ma
ture and your wife change dresses, but IL
costs nature less to make the change, and
you arc sad As K William Nye would
say: ''Snun now the raging main Avoid
the heaving b:llow and tho moonlight ex-
cursion on the lake. Pull thu bean crop
and harvest thu etruscan pumpkin OF agri-
culture The plum, the peach and the
apricot now hang idly on the bough In
the hazy air The harvest feds are yell
low, and the curculio packs up his
tools and goes home 10 rest till another
spring. The gras,hopper says 'Tarta to
the grassboppsr sufferer and steals away.
The secretary OF tn, Capt. Kidd gold claim
begins to write hekto graph letters to the
stockholders, In which he says that the
money Of the company has been very judici-
ously expended, and, at the close OF the
season, shows a marvellou, body OF ore,
rich In quality and almost bouniless In
quantity, waiting only for better and
fuller development. We neei the IN oneJ TO
keep the wa ter out Of the lowsr levels, he
have expensive and greatly improved pump
ing machinery. IG has therefore been
necessary TO asssss each share $500"
Blooming ton spectators know how it is
themselves, they have been keeping water
out Of the lower levels Of western mines for
years by examining the cavities with coin
OF the realm.
The apple and tho haz, l-nut begin to ripen
on ths branches ami show symptoms of
worms. The ardor Of the hornet is cooled
AMI the watermelon is fast going 10 his long
home bsyoni ths orcharl fence. The pump
kin pc .oJms up on the horizon AMI fills our
bose n ii our stomach with joy.
III, summer resorter now getsth tired OF
travel AL his malarial feve. u fown and
he cometh home at onca
Tue sgriculturi't goes joyously afieid,
nyilg a ocular lay or two, AMI wonder
ing how much thu bloatsl capitalist will
dock him FOR the wild pigeon grass and
cookie in his wheat this year.
The lavender pantaloons Of CAV summer
time droop and yearn for the eternal rest OF
tbs rag bag, whsre they can fold their worn
and weary baggy knees and b, forever at
peaca There they can cross their tired legs,
and hide their stra wLSrry stains and sorrow
iC tue hush that knows no waking. So it Is,
more or less with Us all 1t Is the closing
Of the season, and We begin to banker for
rest and change of scens. The gay summer
Is gone, with its seaside pleasures, its cod
fish balls and other amnsements, its firta-
tions with 81 counts and back mum Der beau
ties The season Il at an end, AMI we turn,
with a feeling Of anguish. to the deserted
home, where the bathroom has overfowed
and taken of the stucco ceiling below, where
L., ..s. La. H.. al
the moss is growing in tho cistern.
And what shoull We learn from all thisi
Should we not l1arn a valuable lsssoni
Should we not look into our hearts an 4 see
IL they are pur.i Should We not, also, ex-
anime our livers and see whether they ars
torpid or othe wi OF woull most ;sured
ly trow 80. We should not only have a
warm heart, but warm feet also, a al livsr
that will ploi On throu n life pat.entlJ AMI
uncomplainingly. Let Us keep out Of poll
tics and the victory i, easy.