The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1885-02-06
I-WEST DEER LODGE MONTANA FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 6, 1885,

for myself Il appeared that hoops wer
only going out of fashion for girls, and whel
my mistress was married might hope to b
reinstated o joyl 1t repaid all my suffer
ings to anticipate that reunion, and durint
the preparations for the wedding | haC
but one thought should be restored. Al
the day drew near 1 observed that Mrs
VALERIE began to dispense with me more anc
more, which strengthened my hopes OF &
final separation 1t came, but alasl as the
homely proverb says, got out Of the fry
ing-pan into the fire. On the morn.
ing OF the wedding day Mrs. VALERIE
came out in a magnificent costume of ma
room velvet cut like Valentines, 50 as to dis.
pense with hoops, and when my darling
came into her mothers room / heard heI
say:
"You dear old mamma, you look Oh
| young as il il were your wedding and not a
| grown up daughter'sr and she proceeded to
embrace and rumple that maroon velvet in
| shocking way. Then they held some con-
versation about Jemima Ann, the servant
girl who had charge of the wedding break
fast, during which heard: That new dress
makes her look quite stylish, mamma. /
believe she thinks You the most generous
creature in the world Not quite satisfied
with It'll Whyl
thinks it would be perfectly elegant il
she could have ivan o thin wire petticoats, 1"
as she calls them. Nobody is wearing them
now. I'll give her one Of your old ones, etc.
From all this began to feel uncomforta-
BILE, and my gloomiest forebodings were
realized when, one hour later, Jemima Ann
took me down and proceeded to try me on
with great satisfaction. For the first time
In my life / gave way to grief and despair
Iraged-I fumed-I came as near Mysteries
as ever a respectable hoop-skirt did, and
from that time forth have been a soured,
embittered misanthr ope-a contemner of
fate. Furious with rage and resentment, /
seized an opportunity to revenge myself on
the unhappy servant girl she was
coming down stairs carrying large
silver salver full of cut-glass goblets and
decanters, when | reached out clutchei one
OF the stairrods, and held firmly There was
a shriek-a Grassland she hurled herself
precipitately to the foot of the stairs, pur-
sueI by storm of fragments and causing
much commotion among the guests. After
this unlucky achievement, l was, of course,
banished from Jemma AIMS wardrobe ana
continued to 20 from bad to worse. | hung
in garnet for long, weary months, and was
only taken out at last to be used by party
of little girls who were playing at grand
danes. When they became tired of me,
was thrown across a back fence, and while
hanging there goat paid bis respects to me
by eating all the pieces Of cloth he could pull
off. He tried the wire, but didn't seem to
find it palatable.
any next adventure was as a standard in a
mock procession, in derision of woman
candidate for supervisor. | was mounted on
pole and borne alOft through the streets
amid a noisy crowd, who wore odds and
ends Of feminine apparel, and screamed The
Star-bangled Hannah or some such dog
gerel song After that went on the stage:
don't look surpriSed-it was in q very mental
capacity, being neither more nor less than
hanging on a string and getting jerked
through the air on to the stage by the 'ec-
centric comedian, who was pretending to
fish, to the great relish and amusement Of an
intelligent audience. Wonder why it Is that
boop-skirts, valises, band. boxes and UNI
brellas ara such strong elements In all come
diesa Well, after this / fell into the hands
OF group Of boys, who tied me to
the tail Of kite, and treated me
to an aerial journey, finally depoSiting
me here-not through choice, but he
cause the kite would do it-and here have
since hung in sadness and sorrow, a prey to
remorse and the elements-living only in
the pasta wretched, half-denuded bundle
of wire
To have seen what have seen,
See what sect
u would go on, but
"Georgel" said n gruff voice on the roof
right over our Bohemian's head, there's a
blamed old hoop-skirt hanging on the wires!
Ill bet that's what has been mixing No. IL
AMI No. 63 for the Lord knows how long!
Put on the climbers and take it down"
With a start the Bohemian arose from his
chair just in time to see a swarthy line-man
pull down his mournful acquaintance aud
fling 1t to the ground. He had been dream
ing with his eyes open