The new dominion. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 1876-1904, 1891-09-12

Wilbur. Jr., and two young compan-
ions at their hunting camp up on the
Boulder Mountains, with a back
ground of IL dead deer slung on a
long pine pole near by.
4 NIMBLE NIMRoD.
The Secretary takes a hunt every
fall and does his ten and fifteen miles
of mountain climbing every day for
a week or ten days. Although the
history Of Montana says he was born
in 1921, he is as straight as an arrow
and carries himself like boy of 90
So much for mountain air.
He has recently written finely H.
Illustrated article for the Cosmopoli-
tan magazine entitled ssDeei Hunting
in Montana" He told me he had
seen 100000 buffaloes in a single
herd less than 30 years ago. Now
Like the dew on the Mountain,
Like the foam ON the river
Like the bubbles on the fountain;
| have just heard with much re-
greet of the death of Mrs. Slavery, Of
Pillipsburg. She was the wife of the
principal owner of the Cable gold
mine and was the life of a party with
which l travelled few years ago.
She was plump, petite little crea
turc, tull of fun and frolic, in spite
of her sixty odd years and gray hairs.
She had been a contributor to Will
liam Cullen Bryant's New York
Evening Post when young girl
travelling in Europe nearly half a
century ago with the family of Min
lister Bigelow who was then our Am
bassador to the court of Louis Phil
lippe. A day or two after our arri-
val at the Mammoth Springs Hotel
she gave an elegant complimentary
dinner to 60 guests.
She sat with a radiant face at the
head of the table, gowned in an ex-
quisite violet silk, garnished with
priceless point lace. She was fairly
encrusted with jewels, and her dia-
monds were worth princes ransom,
while her rubies and sapphires were
at once our admiration and our des-
pair, but silver nor gold, nor price
less stones can stay the hand of the
Great DESTROYER.
LITTLE HEIREss.
AS ! was passing along by the
shaded grounds of handsome home
not long since little Miss of five,
robed in daintiest white was picking
currants in the yard. A pair of starry
eyes framed in fluff of yellow hair,
were raised to my face with as much
artless innocence as if the midget
maid were not heiress to countless
millions. She is "sole daughter of
the house and heart" of Thomas
Cruise, the lucky old Scotchman, who
discovered the famous Drum Lum-
mon mine some ten years ago. Then
he was "Old Tom Cruise with none
so poor as to do him honor. Now he
is "Mr Thomas Cruise, ESQ.," whose
name is eagerly sought as heading
to all subscription lists and new en-
terprises of pith and moment.
His name flies at the mast head of
various banks and numerous corpora
tions, his herds feed upon thousand
hills, his mine is capitalized at So
600, 900 and has yielded $2S,000,000
in dividends. He settled 100000
upon a little dressmaker here and
married her. He rented the Cosmo-
politan Hotel for "a hours and threw
it open to the public for the wedding
Wine flowed like water
and thousands came and went from
till midnight feasting on all
the delicacies of the season.
He went to wealthy citizen who
owned handsome home and gave
him $4,000 for it just as it stood.
They were not spoiled by prosperity,
but pursued the even tenor of their
way. The little dressmaker dressed
n good taste and quiet colors and
wore but little jewelry.
She had her husbands old pick
and shovel gilded and mounted on her
lining room wall. But her earthly
was short lived; in one
title year 'she was not, for God took
her." MA. Y.