The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1898-03-15

Wall paper samples at the
drug store.
This is regular March weather.
Mrs. Mock departed for Phila-
delphia last week.
Ike Hill. the popular Knight
of the Grip" was in Challis last
week.
VIM. Bradshaw and wife were
up from Dickey last week.
Jas. Golfer. of Bayhorse, is re-
ported dangerously ill.
The Silver Blade in the name
of new venture in journalism
at Bellevue, Idaho. 1t is pub
lished by A. S. Abbott. We
wish the Blade success.
Judge Beatty opened federal
court at Blackfoot on the 7th
inst, and dismissed it again be-
cause there are no funds for
court purposes. There was only
one case to be tried, that of an
Indian. He will have to lie in
jail six months longer.
The Spokane Chronicle SAYS !:
"All over the country the hull
aballo about the Klondike is get
ting more and more noisy. That's
all right; but we would like TO
wager four years subscription
that the quiet little State of Ida
ho will produce more mineral
wealth than the whole wilderness
of Alaska for the next 10 years. :"
One of our exchanges says !:
The regular Doctors are fight
ing the irregular doctors;" the
reputable newspapers" are de-
nouncing the ''disreputable news
papers," the goldbugs are trying
to kill the silver bugs; the bulls
are booming the price of wheat.
while the bears are trying to
knock it down; one religious de-
nomination is after the other.
while the devil is after them
both; the employer is trying to
crush the employee; people in
Cuba are starving, while Ameri-
ca is reveling in over-production,
with thousands of people in en-
forced idleness, while the veal
thy are squandering their mil
lions in riotous living; raging
fever for gold is everywhere
epidemic, and everybody want to
go to Klondike. WHAT the mat
ter with the fool people anyway?
A burglar had entered a house
as quietly as possible, but his
shoes were not padded and they
made some noise. He had Just
reached the door of a bedroom
when he heard some one moving
within, as if about to get up, and
he paused. Then a woman's
voice said: eff you don't take
off your boots when you come
into this house there's going to
be trouble, and a lot of it. Here
it's been raining for two hours,
and you dare to tramp over my
carpets with your muddy boots
on. Go down stairs and take
them off this minute. He went
down stairs without word. but
he did not take off his boots. In
stead, he went straight out into
the night again, and the pal"
who was waiting for him saw
tear glisten in his eye. II can't
rob that house." he said. 1T
me of home"
The political slate has not as
yet been fixed in Custer county,
but will be ere many months
have passed. Politics have COM
menced to warm up in some por-
tons of the State, however. The
county candidate will soon be
abaoad in our land. When the
sap begins to rise end the geese
begin to mate. we hear the gen.
tie carol of the county candidate.
Oh, he's jolly fellow and full of
vain conceits. and sees a bosom
friend in every man he meets.
He asks about you family, your
horses and hogs, and he shows a
friendly interest in the children
and the dogs. o, he's a jovial
gentleman, as gameSome as a
lamb, as blithsome as meadow
lark, and happy as a clam. His
prospects are the brightest and
his chances they are sure. he
spends his money freely, and
helps the needy poor. He goes
TO church or Sunday and his
pious traits appear. but when its
he will then sets up