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The Yellowstone journal. [volume] (Miles City, Mont.) 1893-1901, 1893-04-01
Rooks which Are Not Books.

In this catalogue of books which are
no books-biblia-abiblia-l reckon court
calendars, directories, p~ocketbooks tthe
literary e~xcepted), draught boards bound
and lettered on the back, scientific treat
Uses, almanacs. statutes at large, the
works of Hume, Gibbon, Robertson,
Beattie, Soame Jenyns and generally all
those volumes (which no gentleman's
library should be without the histories
of Flavius Josephus (that learned jew
and Paley's ''Moral Philosophy" With
these exceptions, | can read almost any
thing. Ibless my stars for a taste SO cath
Ole, SO unexcluding.-Charles Lamb.
The Yellowstone journal. [volume] (Miles City, Mont.) 1893-1901, 1893-04-01
FUNERAL VI DRUID
STTAtGE DEATH RITES ON \ LOTT
FlLLTo? IN WALES.

Impressive Ceremonies tt~;rudinst the .'inal
Disposition OF The l:,3y of the .it.e
Iratier oi s,.e 2raids ii Naies-Eatiirr
Mixed Services.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-13
CHAPTER III.
THE HIDDEN TREASURE.

After a few months of married life there seemed tocome some sort of change over Robert Macaire. He seemed to get rather more restless than he had been and now and again had manifested sud den fits of passion. These occasions had generally been when he had been refused the loan of money by old Beaumont.
 Marie tried to avert such difficulties by keeping her husband supplied with pocket money from her own earnings, but his needs grew greater as the time wore on. Marie, too, had a private trouble. which was also a joy, coming on, and she did not feel strong enough to work as hard as she would have wished. And so the time passed until the spring came round. Then, as the days heightened, Robert grew later and later in his hours for coming home More than few times had Marie to make excuses to her father. who now began to have doubts as to the wisdom of the marriage. Sometimes when Rob ert came ill he was in quite jubilant mood and laughed and chuckled softly to himself, whilo she, despite her true affection for him, was afraid to appear to be awake. At other times he would be moody in his manner, with kind of sullen fierceneSs which made her heart beat with fear.
 Once she awoke suddenly. The hour was late, and her husband was not by her side. She rose quietly and stole to the cottage door with careful footsteps lest she should awaken her parents. For awhile she stood at the doorway peering out through a chink to see if she could thus get any tidings of her husband. There was no sign of any one about. While she stood thus she heard sound in her fathers room and slipped back into the shadow.
 The door opened softly, and her father came out. He went to the corner of the little hallway and took his spade. Then it dawned on Marie that he was about | to hide the money which she knew that he had received for some beasts the day before.
 He passed out of the door, which he closed softly behind him. Marie went to the door again and looked through the crack. She saw her father before her passing silently out between the shadows, and then she almost screamed out, for little way behind him, passing along in the shadow, she saw the form of another man jogging his footsteps. She could not be certain. but she feared that she knew that form only too well. With her brain in a whirl and her i heart as cold as ice she threw her cloak around her end followed them.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-13

tion is taken. If had thousand mothers to break their hearts, l would not draw back nowl wish I had brought along a glass to see how my hair looked"
 Two minutes galloped into the past Then she removed her gloves and said:
 Poor, dear Sister Emma, but how she will miss mel It is hard to part from those you love, and yet I will stick to what said. suppose it would be more stylish to be found drowned with lavender kids on, but it will be all the same up there. Angels do not wear kids of any color"
 Two more large, full weight minutes slipped into the past, never to be heard of again, and Birdie whispered:
 Il think will leave this cloak behind me as well. l am a much better figure with out it, and perhaps mamma can cut it over for Emma. I am now ready to take the fatal plunge. I wish had my powder rag here, but I must not be too particular about my looks. Poor mamma and EmraaI As to father, he will probably be real glad of it, as it will saye"-
 'Birdier'
 It was the voice of her father, and she turned just as he burst through the bushes.
 "Well?" she haughtily queried.
 Birdie, what would you dol"
 Drown myself, sir! Two hours ago 1 told you must have n sealskin sack, with a storm collar, if kept up with the process sion this winter. You refused to buy it; therefore die!'
 Birdie, can't you possibly get along with out itS"
 II cannot. Every girl in my set is going to have one, and I must either follow suit or lose the standing enjoy. It is a sack or deathv'
 Do you really mean it?"
 "I do"
 Come and get the cold cashr'
 "Oh, you dear, sweet, lovely, darling old soul! Let me kiss you q thousand timesl How kind and noble and generous in you to do thisi It is to be a 30 inch sack, with a very high collar. and regular seal, and lined with brown satin and-oh, papa, you have made your Birdie so happy that she can hardly speak to your And the majestic current rolled on and on. And the tall syoamores on the banks of the Wabash bowed their heads and smiled. And the great vultures flying low croaked their disappointment. And Birdie Lan- casser was happy-oh, so hAppyi
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-13

restate the object of cur cali. lie listened to us for half q minute and then jumped up and ordered us out of the office. If the miserable critter had any idea that his pulling gun on us would hasten our exit or abate one iot of our dignity, he discov- cred his mistake. We backed out certain ly. A gentleman should be able to back out as well as a mule. The man who won't back with the muzzle of a revolver looking at the end of his Roman nose has sawdust in his head. Our exit was as near Chester heldian as could be looked for under the circumstances. and we have nothing to re- gret in that direction. It took us about seven minutes to go to the office. buckle on our guns and return, but we could find nothing to shoot. The postmaster had hid den himself, and we have failed to get Aight of him to date. Although we want to be postmaster, we are not biased on that account. Our complaint is the complaint of all others It is said that the critter was appointed because of his being related to a cabinet officer, but any cabinet officer who would admit the tie ought to be run over by a herd of thousand mules He is not only postmaster who can barely read and write, but has no social standing and plays the poorest game of poker of any off, cial of the last administration. If over bearing In his manner to our home people,
 
 rageous. A couple of weeks ago New England preacher who was on his vacation struck this town and called at the post office for mail which he was certain had reached it. The postmaster was playing poker with Blackfoot Jim and yelled at the preacher to get out. The poor man was half scared to death and didn't know what to do when he called at THE KICKER office. We lent him our guns and coached him on what to do, and he returned to the office, brought both shooters to bear on the post master and demanded his mail. He not only got six letters belonging to him, but a dozen directed to other people, and there were tears of gratitude in his eyes as he re- turned our weapons
 It seems to be the general feeling among our citizens that we ought to shoot the postmaster again and shoot him more fa- tally than ever before but we would rather avoid trouble of that kind So long as it is known that we hRnker for his place it might look as if we shot him to create a vacancy for our benefit. However, we shall give the matter our serious consideration. If he won't resign and return to mule whacking and if the postmaster general continues to be blind to the interests of his department, something will be done by somebody, and il will very likely result iu six hack funeral procession.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-13
NO USE FOR A CANDIDATE.
He Didn't FuIfll the Requirements, ar
 They wouIdn't Have Him.

He Didn't FuIhn the Requirements. and
 They Wouldn't Have Him.
 In the stage was a General Green, who was going over to Ellsworth to hold DO htical meeting. When about 10 miles from the town, we were met by a delegation of citizens mounted on horseback. The chair man of the delegation was R man whc proudly carried the title of Death Shot Sam, and as soon as the stage had come tr a halt he asked of the driver:
 "Hev you got critter aboard who calls hisself Gineral Green or sunthin or other'' II am General Green" replied that in. dividual as he got down. This is dele gation, take iti"
 "Kerect, general. This are a delegashun what has cum out to meet you and ax a few Queshuns. In the fust place, you want tC be 'lected to the legislachur, we take iti" "Well-ahem-I'm a candidate for state senator, believe" replied the general. And you want our votest"
 Why, yes"
 That's all plain shootin so fur. Now, then, what sort of a man are youi Kin you ride buckin bronchoy"
 Eve never tried"
 "kin you throw the lassos"
 Never tried that, either"
 "H'ml Ever killed anybody"
 "Nop
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-13

"l ou tcttI ind that um right.
 There came a cheery sound up the pathway-that of pleasant young voice urging on mule as it made a vigorous effort to master the upgrade. When they had got near the shelf of rock, the mule stopped and refused to go on, despite the remonstrance of its master. Pierre, with encouraging words, dropped his rein and went to the mules head to see what might be the matter, for he had never known the animal to refuse diff ficult place before.
 As he stood on the narrow shelf there was sudden rush forward, the mule shied, Pierre received a violent push, which sent him off his balance, and man and mule disappeared over the precipice together.
 About 3 o'clock Marie awoke suddenly. There was some trouble on her mind which she did not understand, but her husband lay sleeping beside her, and her fear began to pass away. At first she thought she would wake him, and even mentioned his name in the hope that he was sleeping but lightly and would easi- ly awake, but he slept on soundly, all though, as she took notice, his heart was beating very hard for sleeping man. However, he was there. and her wifely concern was satisfied, so with sigh she sank to sleep again.
 The next two days passed unevent' fully. Pierre Lamar did not return as expected on the third day, but as ht I might have been put to some trifling de lay his parents were not uneasy. But when fourth, a fifth and sixth day passed without any tidings of him they grew seriously uneasy and began t make inquiries from all. Some one tolc them of the quarrel with Robert Macair' and of the prediction of the latter thai Pierre would go for a soldier. Straight way the mother, half distracted, sought him out and implored him to tell hei why he had come to such a conclusion HO answered her with degree of kind ness which was quite unusual with him nowadays that he had often seen young men in different countries take the same fancy to go to the wars, and went on tc | say:
 "1t usually happens when q young fel low has been crossed in love. Now, youl
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-13

I ar more'n a hundred y'ars ole, while say l hain't day ober fo'ty. Dey said yc' was a stranger heah, an dun cum down to ask yo' bout it
 Does it make any particular difference what your age is'' asked.
 Oats de pint, sah. I ar thinkin some bout gittin married aRin, but sartin pus- sons am dun blowin aroun dat PZe got boaf feet in de grave"
 How old is the woman you have your eye on''
 Bout l6, reckon, an one of de incest gals yo' eber saw. Dey's blowed so much bout my aige dat she's dun got scart. Will yo' please tell me jest how ole yo' reckon arp"
 He hadn't over three teeth in his head and was tottering with old age, but 1idn't want to be too hard on him. I reached out my cane to another chair and rested the end about a foot from the floor and said:
 "A man under GO years of age ought to be able to jump over that cane"
 "Of co'se he had" was the prompt re- ply. "An I'll go ober it like rabbit ober Hog. Now, den, look outr'
 He got up, swung his shriveled arms and made try at it, but as his feet left the floor he came down with great jar and .ay at full length. I helped him up and
  dubious expression for a couple of minutes IS he rubbed away ab his back. By and by nc said:
 Boss, reckon boaf sides hev bin mis- sook bout my aige. 1 was mistook in shinkin wasn't ober fo'ty, and dey was mis- sook in sayin was ober foo. Reckon I'll split de difference"
 And call yourself about S0?''
 "'Bout 90, sah. Bout T9 or So.''
 And also give up the idea of marrying girl of l6s"
 "Yes, sah; l reckon I will. I'll gin up dat idea an look a leetle furder-look fur some gal bout 20 or long dar. Glad Icome down, sah. was n leetle sot bout my aige, but dat jumpin bizness has opened my eyes. Fo' de Iawd, sah, but was gwine out to see dat gal today, an l had it all planned to tackle a six foot fence in front of her daddy's house to show her dat had de spryness of nigger 20 y'ars Olel Hu Dat cane wasn't foot high, but whar Tn l atS'i
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-13

How high did you ever bluff on sm-ll pair at pokerg"
 T never played a game of poker in my life"
 Look a-here, ginerAl." continued the man as the blandness faded out of his face, when you flicker, do you call up the boys or drink alone'"
 ''It is very seldom that indulge" l" re piled the candidate
 ''If fellow called you a liar. how quick could you drawY"
 "Draw whats"
 Your guns. of course. Nobody out this way hain't time to draw an ax after bein called liarf'
 Fl never carry q pistol" answered the colonel, with a puzzled look at the crowd taking in the conversation
 "H'mi Gineral, what are you doin over this wayt'
 "I came to address a meeting."
 "Yes, l reckon you did, but what are you goin to say to the boysi''
 Why, I'll talk ou various subjects of in terest'
 ''So you won't, gineraI-not if you want to live to get out O towni That's what this delegashun cum out yere fur-to feel around and 10 tell you what not to do l can't fig ger out how any of us hev got any use fur you You can't ride, shoot, play poker, git dFunk, biuH the town marshall nor set up the chain lightnin fur a thirsty crowd Tou've rid over to make speech, and they are goin to light the hall with % candles, but don't take no chances. You jest begin them remarks with Danl in the lions den and end 'em with the battle of Waterloo, and you keep it in mind that if the boys git tired before you do they'll shoot out all the candles and then blaze away at you!'
 General Green rrfiected for awhile and then decided not to go on tO Ellsworth, but to return by the other stage When he made this decision known to the delega- tion, Dead Shot Sam replied: All right, gineTal-all right. I was goin to say if you wasn't purty well posted on Danl and Waterloo the boys might snufI you out fust and begin on the candles arter wards. Delegashun-right facel Forward -giti" NJ. QUAD.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-13
SHE GOT THE SACK.
HOW BIRDIE LANCASTER WAS SAVED
 FROM THE WABASH.

After Weighing the Natter She Concludes
 There Is but One Thing Co Do and AL
 most Takes the Fatal Piunge.
 lCopyright, lsca by Charles B. Lewis-l
 She gained the bank of the river at last and stood for a moment gazing across the maiestically moving current at the forest on the other shore Her face was very pale, and there was a look of wildness in hel eyes, but her firmly compressed lips proved that she had fully and firmly made up heI mind to the desperate act.
 Yes Birdie Lancaster had decided tc commit suicide by casting her fair form into the Wabash river. She had not rushed things. She had taken a full hour to think the matter over, and she had weighed all the pros and cons. There was a bushel oi pros to peck of cons, and when she finally came to realize the fact she left her fathers house to find watery grave.
 Mother will be almost heart broken, II she unused as she removed her fall hat and hung it on hickory limb, but my resolu.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-13

WHO IS THIS A-TALKIN TO ME ANTHONY" bent out and ourself in, but all our efforts have resulted in failure. When we discover ed that nothing could be done through the Harrison administration, we waited patient ly for that of Cleveland, but our waiting has been in vain. The critter who is in seems secure in his place. On several oc casions we have called the attention of the postmaster general to the manner in which our postoffice was run, and we have still another specimen to offer. We called at the office the other day to make complaint about lost mail. The postmaster was sit ting with his feet cooked up on mailbag and one of our eastern exchanges in his hand. We had scarcely entered the place when he yelled:
 . 'twhat yer want hereiH
 We are q courteous cuss by instinct ano cultivation, and there was no pizen in bur voice as we stated our errand. Before we had half finished he pounded the mailbag with his hoof and shouted:
 "who is this a-talkin to me anyhow
 The knockkneed, swivel jointed cactus eater to pretend not to know us, when we have shot him twice and licked him threc times during the last three yearsl Waebe- gan to get red behind the ears, but we had cur dignity to maintain and proceeded to
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-13

She seemed almost to see into her fa- ther's mind and to read there the inten- ton of changing the hiding place of the money.
 Thus she was hedged with danger on every side. If her father should seek at once to make the change. he would make the discovery of the robbery, and if search was made the money would ac- tually be found on her. If her husband should seek to steal this night the money from the place where he believed it to be before she could dispose of 1t, he would most likely suspect some trick and take action accordingly. The result would be that he would either get the money or she would have to denounce him, and from either alternative, it is needless tc say, she shrank
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-13

boy was, believe, one of those who thought that Marie would make an ex- cellent wife. He had evidently got the war fever on him, for the other night he actually wanted to quarrel with me and looked so strange that I told the others that he had probably made up his mind to go soldering. Any of them-Michel or Gustav or William-will tell you that said so at the time However, you need not. think, be uneasy about him, for he probably will not send you word until he has got his epaulets. These young men who run away on account of love affairs are pretty vain and like to prove that they knew better than their parents, although they don't seem to care much word. Pierre was"-
 Here Marie came and put her hand over his mouth tendcrly, saying:
 "Oh, hush, Robertl Doyou not see that you are torturing his poor mothers heart?"
 "Torturing his mothers fiddlesticky' was the heartless response, and the tears rushed to poor Marie's eyes. She felt just as if he had given her blow! As for Pierre's mother. she simply sat down on the floor and threw her apron over her head, rocking herself to and fro in an agony of grief. Presently Mime. Lamar raised her head and asked:
 "When did this quarrel take placer
 Robert answered gruffly:
 "The night before he went for a sol dierr'
 Tho mother threw up her arms with q despairing cry:
 "I shall never see my boy again!" Robert drove his hands into his pock- cts and went out of the room without a word, whistling the ''Carmagnole."
 When Robert spoke the words, ''The night before he went for q soldier" a chill like knife went through his wife's heart, and, why she knew not, there rose to her mind the memory of the rapid beating of his heart as he lay that night in such deep sleep that her whisper could not wake him. Henceforth part of the | joy went out of her life.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-13

tOut0 tICH
 When her father had gone but little way into the coppice, he stopped and at the foot of great chestnut tree began to dig. The form of his watcher was now visible to her, and her worst fears were confirmed. The man who was watching where her father was hiding his money was her husband!
 Robert seemed to have accomplished his purpose in seeing the hiding place and turned to go home. leaving the old man still absorbed in his occupation.
 A great fear came on Marie lest he should see her, and in an agony of fright she hurried from the place and was so fortunate as to gain the house and get to bed before Robert stole softly into the room. She pretended to be asleep, even when, as if to test the soundness of her slumber, he spoke her name softly.
 That was to her Q veritable night of agony. She feared to move lest she should attract the attention of her hus- band. Her mind was in state of chaos. Her doubts and fears followed each other with lightning speed, whirling around in an endless race. There was one dom- inant idea. which every moment came lnlo prominence, Tell away ahu came ny again. This was how she might devise soma means whereby she might prevent the hideous truth from being discovered and yet protect her father from the de, signs of her husband, for she felt thai they all stood on the brink of a preci pice and that falso step on her part might be attended with the most dis astrous consequences.
 As the night wore away the suspense became unbearable, and having assured herself that her husband was now really asleep she slipped out of bed and sought help and comfort by kneeling at the lit tie shrine to Our Lady which was fas tened in a corner of the room. Long sht knelt there, and much comfort came [, her. She stole hack to bed witf e~'
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-13
OPENING HIS EYES.

A Test That Decided the old Man to stay
 Single.
 As sat on the tavern veranda l noticed an old white headed colorcd man limping down the street with painful effort. When he came opposite me, he took of his hat and asked:
 Boss, kin cum up dar an spoke to yo' A minitp'
 "Of course you can. What is it'" "Dar's a dispute bout my aige," he re- piled as he reached a chair and fell into it "Dar's sartin pussons in dis town who say
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-13
A Social Call,

There goes the bell. visitor, guess, And I'm a fright and haven't time to dress. H'm. Mrs Gossip, from across the way. What put it in her head to call today To see what she can see-that's all, no doubt That w0man's nothing but gadabout. hate her, with her supercilious airs That lIorrid girl Is bringing her up stairs 'Tis Mrs. Gossip. declare. Why, this Is quite pleasure, l am sure "A kiss.l So kind of you To Call-'tis quite treat. Let me remove your shawl-pray, take & seat We're all upset this morning, 1t is true, But we can always find a seat for you Pray, don't apologize there is no need. I'm very glad you've called-I am indeed,
 Boston Courier.
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-13
Womb Troubles.
Enrly Couuetry,

It is surprising sometimes at what an early age a woman's inborn coquetry will show itself. heard one day a conversation between little girl about years old and 6 gentleman old enough to be her grand father. She was sitting on the steps of a neighbours house and he called to her to know if she had moved there.
 "No,'' she said, but I'm going to be Mrs -'s little girl now
 "I wish" said the gentleman. whose own little girls were long since grown, that you would come and be my little girl"
 The child dropped her big brown eyes. "I can't be your little girl" she said slow ly, bat I'll be your sister. ."-Deadwood RirTJzar
Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-12-13

"A Chinese Laundry Check is a Lottery Ticket, Capital Prize, Leprosy.
 Sensible People do not buy Lottery Tickets. Neither do they patronize a Chinese Laun- dry
 Have your work done by the Waterbury Steam Laundry, T. stTao5 3nRSi
 Avoid all Risks.