The Helena independent. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1892-02-28
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At last we have news of Hugh McQuaid
though it comes through the exchanges.
Nothing having been heard of his where
aboutsi it has been generally believed that
he was lost in London, arrested on the
charge of cruelty to his friends or that he
had eloped to the continent with an Irish
princess. Among the English papers which
reach this office is the Court Journal. not a
legal periodical as the name might imply
but a publication devoted to the dissemina-
ton of news about 'doin's'' around the
court of St. James. CHANGING down the
list Of distinguished personages our eye
rested on the name Of McQuaid and be-
meath was the coat of arms of Sir Hugh.
1t appears that he hunted up a pair of knee
breeches, borrowed a lace embroider ed
collar from Mr.. AL. C%hadbourne, curled his
mustache with Millar's wax and sailed
forth to visit the Queen whom he had not
seen in some years. Their meeting is
described in gloning language. The Queen
jumped from the throne as he entered the
drawing room and tripped dow the pur-
ple carpet to greet the scarcely less happy
McQuaid. This indeed was m unusual
honor and all Helenaites join in common
pride over the popularity of our fellow
citizen. The court stenographer who is
always present on state occasions took
down the following conversation which is
reprinted from the Court Journal.
The Queen Right Welcome, honest
knight, to you;
I'm glad to zee thy rudy face. Sir Hugh.
Thy body hath grown stout since last we
met;
Montana Beef, methinks. is good to eat.
Dids't have good journey from the land
ATARI -.
(McOuaidl: 81 djsremember such weather
on the bar"
THE Queen1: "'Twill do thee good, the
shaking of the seas
With roll and toss and salt of ocean
breeze"
McQuaidl: That's all right, good queen,
for you to say,
You may be there Yourself some distant
DAY.
Tho Queen: unmarried? We'll, we'll,
upon my word
| am surprised, thou gay Lotharian bird.
Thy raven hair. fleet foot and ready wit
On thy last trip combined to make a hit.
In London town alone fair maids galore
Offered beauty's faIno and fortune goodly
To share lifes pleasant journey, knight,
with thee
And even royal daughters bent the knee;
Thy fancy's flight, methinks. is yet too
high
McQuaid. bl%ushing1, NAY, nay, fair
oman tba rjpb{ p,a poconI ,nE I,b
The Queen Put tell me, noble knight
hast thou new tales
OF green Montana's mounts and dewy
dales.
How fares tho one, / think, called No
Nosed Bill
Aud Pete the Seven-Up, ure they yet on the
kii!?'
tMcQuaid "The tales Phi tell some day
in book
But, kind queen how well, indeed, you
Te!l me IN turn what's new around the
alone
blinG,
Not one familiar face / called to mind.
The Queen. you've read about the game
at TranbY Croft?
The layout is idle III the castle loft.
or candnls we've had tho usual list.
My lord away aud Lady So SO missed.
that's all, | think. 20. morrow with a
= dine.
I'll think of more with food and melloy
vine
Mctuuid. My thanks, good queen, m,
compliments to you.
+ III not forget the hout-nt six? All well
, ndieu."
The Queen. "Auieu.'
/ Now, then, if McQuaid fails to write
n his friends we shall be forced. as puryayor,
OF news, to print such gossip concernin
him MS may appear III tho London papos
from time to time.
If anyone doubts that our enterprisjp,
ana always on the alert enstern neiohhor
boZeman, IS not i'll for the capital, II ylsj
o Will make assurance several time sure, [