Butte semi-weekly miner. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1886-1890, 1886-12-29
THE BELLS WILL RING.
Unless Blockaded, a Popular Rutte
Official Becomes q Bene. ",
diet.

Ito u n ma Cne truth ABOUT this
prospective marriage. Some Of the ladies
of this town must be especially interested
in it. Pull every string necessary, but
learn the truth and don't come back until
you do So" Pretty stout orders these for
a reporter to get when the now is sixteen
inches deep and all the avenues OF informa-
ton closed. But obedience is the watch
word in The MINER office, and out went the
man addressed wondering where the safest
''trusty informant" likely TO be found
would be. He touched the Chief OF Police,
who was abed resting from his all night
work. Don't know anything about it,
and if I did would not tell q newspaper tat.
tier" said Cody. Marshal Jolley was wise
about common matters, but as dumb as an
oyster on the subject of Judge McHatton's
approaching marriage. The reporter tried
to seduce JOlley into telling what he knew,
man knew it, but it was in vain. The Jolly
Jolley would not ''leak" and the reporter
was out four bits.
Strengthened by this experience with
Jolly and the four-bits the next step was a
little saucy, but twas business you know.
The reporter tackled a young lady who
had been one of those who had caused the
management of The MINER to start him
off in the snow. 1t was reasoned that the
graceful expression OF a doubt that Mime
sofa had a daughter whom Butte's eligible
judge would prefer to this rosy.cheeked
dam.sel. would fetch the truth, If she had
the truth to deliver, but the newspaper
man got a tonguelashing for his pains and
fed lest a worse than tongue-lashing would
follow. He tapped the underground wires
that seldom fail, for the old lady who keeps
that Office generally knows it all and is
fond of q tip and a nip. No gdP There.
Visions of discharge from the only live
newspaper in Montana fitted before the
poor scribe. He saw himself in disgrace
and the ~hollow-eyed hanger on to a free
lunch counter, and he became desperate.
A happy thought came like the lightning
comes red from the skies. Aha! And down
a dark passage way. past remnants Of
things that once were beaut es. on through
a secret hallway, on down deeper along a
walled tunnel, much like the one under the
Centennial Hotel, on a little farther and
into a lovely parlor where the reporters
last chance lay.
An old man. daily seen On the streets Of
this city, sat there, comfortably reading
paradise Lost" He graciously received
The MINER representative after he scanned
both him and his card. No time was lost
He was told the situation, secrecy was
pledged; his identity was to be inviolabIy
kept, as all such things by true newspaper
men are kept, and then the ''open sesame
being learned, out came the facts.
Here they are. In the State of Mime.
sofa, near a great metropolitan city is a
lady, yet in her teens, Of beauty, talent,
standing and wealth. She is afianced to
marry Probate Judge Mediation at an
early day, Circumstance IS, not necessary to
name here. caused the postponement OF the
nuptials one week from January LIST, the
day first fixed pon And now it may be
tnken as true, that unless the snowstorm
blockades the roadsso as to prevent travel,
our townsman who presides over the
Police Court will, before the 4th day OF
the new year, leave Montana, carrying in a
well filled trunk not only the neatest wed
ding suit. but as rich a wedding ring as ever
graced the finger OF a monarch's bride.
There is no doubt about it, unless snow
bound before the anniversary of Jackson's
fight at New Orleans, Police Judge McHat-
ton will be q benedict. And now bellies of
Butte begin your weeping.