Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1899-04-13

alenOuSe, yea, many anu OItLlI1e, LII ileu
of a growler? He had no gold with which
to purchase a new war bonnet, and his
credit at the foundry in which hats were
made was gone.
Ten years of his life would Sir Guilla-
bert have given could he have obtained
credit for a helmet. A soft step behind
him caused the brave knight to start. Two
dainty hands were folded over his eyes
and a sweet voice whispered in his ear:
"A penny for thy thought, mine own
true knight
"I' faith. they are not worth SO much!'
answered Sir Guillabert, as he ~disengaged
the maids hands. What dost thou on
the streets of Aracon after curfew, fair
Margaret?'
Il look for my father. Sir Guillabert.
Canst tell me his whereabouts?' IN
Il wot mott" answered the knight. 81,
saw him scarce two hours ago going up
Vine street carrying a Ratchet and some
nails" u.
"A!ac a day. murmured thet maid,
Then he has gone to help repair the
Hamilton County Republican platform
and l need not expect him home this
night! But, Sir Knight! What terrible
odor Is that that permeates the air? Isn't
it offul?" @. Il
yea, It's offal!' answered De Gonzales,
" tbs the committee on dead cats and
garbage making it's nightly roundsE
An who is the fat Squire who follows
them subsequently at a distance AM car
ries the load on his back?'
It's Troskey. He carries the cats. He
hath double his portion of labor since
Jaydice Kennedy is in the parish goal"
The party turned up a by street on Its
way to the canal, where it divided, one
half going toward the Gilbert-avenue
dump and the other to scour the alleys
and byways.
Hast seen Sir Morgenstern tOday"'
asked Margaret.
Nay answered Guillabert. Nor do I
care to. He hath coin, and your sire
wishes you to marry him. On Easter
morn he will come out in a new bonnet,
while I, perforce, will wear mine old one,
to the crying name of my Knight
hood" ..-.
NAY, say it not!" cried Margaret has
tily, The tricky ways of Sir Morgan
stern are we'll known an I will never
marry him! Thine own war bonnet is an
honorable t%op-piece! IT'S true that Nor
ganstern hath had a new one made, and
boasteth hat it holds full two pints more
than thine. But l care not! He is a rep
resentative and a member of t he COM
mittees that have just passed with their
naUseous load. Ever in a new guise he
appears, but he cannot deceive me. Wear
thine own old helmet, and accept nay
Lowell"
The Knight folded the maid in his arms
and straightway led her to the nearest
night owl car, which they mounted and
We're borne to her fathers castle on the
hilltop. Well he knew that he dare not
venture into the grounds that surround
ed the castle, as the maids father was a
Cox eutenant-o he wouldn't have own
ed a c~astle-and G~uillabert was but a
poor knight in the democratic ranks, but
honest in his convictions.
Easter morn Guillabert spent nearly an
hour in ~endeavoring to burnish up the
fast-dimming luster of his DID helmet:
then sorrowfully placed it on his head,
buckled his trusty sword by his side and
meandered up Vine street. Murmurs of
pity reached his ears as he passed Vie
lert's, and some one remarkcd:
"'Tis pity such a lusty knight+should
have to wear such a bum helmet O n Eas<
ter morn! He should join the gang!'''
Yes" answered a stout man whom his
fellows called George. II offered him a
position as bookkeeper in the water
works office, but he would not become a
, republican,
LAS b~ookkeeper in the waterworks?"
scribe, an cannot read or write. He haiti
no knowledge of the craft
He needeth no knowledge of the craft
!, I'M that position" answered George. "Al
he needeth is knowledge of the graft,''
Guillabert paid no heed to these re-
marks, but went his way. A short dis
, lance further on he encountered his fail
Margaret, coming trippingly a-down the
street, becomingly dressed for the Easter.
tide. She hurriedly whispered that hel
father and Sir MOrganstern We're not ia,
I behind her, and in a moment he ~encount.
1 cred them.