Helena weekly herald. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1867-1900, 1888-05-24
special Correspondence ]

"Well," said she, whats the matter
with I'm going to be Queen of the May,
Mother, I'm going to be Queen of the
MayY"
But I'm not" said 1; I've got sore
| throat now, clear down to the end Of my
toes, and I'm not seeking funeral honors. u
"Hows this one, thenY and she caroled
| out:
! In the spring fuller crimson
Comes upon the NJ. C.'s nose;
| In the spring the Flat malaria
Struts around the town and crows.
''It's libelous," said l.
"The greater the truth the grea"-
There, that will do interrupted
her; Il guess | can furnish my own
poetry" and | proceeded to write while
she resumed her reading.
But Dickey was not so far wrong in her
rhyme-of course, refer to the spring
malaria, and not to the nose Of the men,
Der of congress, for, like death, that hath
all seasons for it's own.
**x
Outwardly. Washington is fair to look
upon just now. with its budding trees and
blooming flowers-an open volume of q
botanical work illustrated in colors-but
the spring time has lacked the ethereal
mildness of tradition and the roses and
the lilies are not occupying the attention
of the people to as great an extent as
quinine and liver pads. | noticed one
druggist advertising three dozen one grain
quinine capsules for ten cents, and 4374
grains in bulk for sixty y-nine cents. With
quinine at that price. even the poorest can
have the "chills." but am of the opinion
that most of us would prefe~ high priced
quinine and less "chills."
**x
was out making some calls the other
day. The first place stopped this con-
versation oeca&.4.
"How do you do?" said I.
"Oh, was the reply. I'm not very WELL
have a cold and sore throat, and every
body in the house has. think colds are
catching this spring"
Then we talked about our ailments
awhile, and went on to another place.
How do you dor said |.
"Oh, I'm not very well. l have a cold
and sore throat, and everybody in the
house has. | think colds are catching this
spring"
Then went on to half dozen more
houses and heard the same thing at each
place, until | began to wonder if colds
weren't catching, and went home to get a
disinfectant, and have had cold and sore
throat ever since.
Of course, the Potomac fats" and "this
dreadful Washington climate" receive the
censure, but | have been talking with a
few doctors, and they are complaining be-
cause business is poor, and one, know,
has given up his house and gone to board
ing, because of "hard times"
In my private opinion the whole diff
Guilty is the unusually cold spring, and
this is attributed to Gen. Greely, our
weather chief, who was unsuccessful in
finding the North Pole where it was sup
posed to be. and is trying to graft
North Pole of his own raising onto the
national capital.
What did you want to say all that for?'
asked Dickey, when read to her what J
had written. You'll knock the capital
boom clear out"
"No won't" said I. II won't hurt it
particle. Washington is so sweet and
clean, so beautiful in her metropolitan
forests, so fragrant In her Towering parks
and squares, so restful in her quiet, so
fair beneath her soft blue skies, that if
there were no aches nor pains her people
would lose their hope of a more glorious
hereafter in the doubt that the existence
of such place were possible"
"Ohl" said she, incredulously. and took
up my pen again.
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saw a pretty sight in the house of
representatives, or rather brace of them,
one day last week. 1t was dull. dreary
afternoon with nothing of interest going
on, except a long, prosy speech by some
body nobody cared to listen to. on some
subject nobody wanted to know anything
about, and the members were enjoying
themselves in their own way. Over
on the Democratic side sat Repre-
sentative Oates, of Alabama, known
since the ''late lamented" Dead Lock,as
the king of the filibusters, the man who,
like Leonidas of old, held the pass against
overwhelming numbers. and who after
six days and two nights of battle made
conditions with the enemy equivalent to
victory and possibly established a pre-
cedent that the minority rules. He was
at his desk in the last row and in front of
him, partly in his lap and partly in the
desk, was his 4-year- old boy, beautiful
little fellow, busily engaged in assisting
his father to pare an orange. Mr.. Oates
has but one arm, the other having been
left on some southern battle field, and the
boy would hold the orange down on the
desk with one of his hands while he
pulled away the pairing as his father
manipulated the knife. All his mind was
devoted to the work before him. and the
presence of SO many statesmen was a
matter of the supremest indifference. His
father appeared not less absorbed, and as
the gray head and the faxen head were
bent low together over the golden fruit, ]
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