Fergus County argus. [volume] (Lewistown, Mont.) 1886-1946, 1899-07-12
GILT EDGE NUGGETS.

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It's like the three eggs. 10 tell the
private truth about the matter, this
little burg IN just a trife speedy for
your humble servant. We were just
recovering from our participation in
launching the Bucket Of Blood on
it's business career when the evening
of the first rolled In upon us. Hav-
ing finished supper, turned MY plate
over, thrown the cat under the bed,
kicked the dog out and locked my
door, l strolled up town, dropping
In at the p~ostoffice to ask for that
long-looked-for letter which neverar-
rives. l stepped in the door, looked
around, rubbed my eyes and took
another look, bumped my head
against the door, concluded | had
'em, and was starting for a doctor
when a familiar voice called out,
There's no mall "Why, is that
you, SAM" | replied. lis this Gilt
Edge, and is this the stamp depart
ment of our Curious government"
ayes, of course" was the rejoinder.
And there stood Sam with a smile
like a darkey in n watermelon patch.
Well, it is enough to make us all feel
proud to see the way M postmaster
has fixed up his place. 1t IL one OF
the neatest places the town affords.
Sam has made an efficient and oblig-
ing postmaster. diligent and pains
taking in all his duties, and is well
liked by the patrons of the office,
who realize that, tho a constant SUI
ferer rom rheumatism, he never
fiinches from his official duties. Tho
beginning under adverse financial
con,lit ons, he has bent every energy
until today Gilt Edge a boast OF
the prettiest and best equipped office
in the county. Sam was telling me
how he was going to fix up for the
Fourth, when martial music came
floating in on the zephyrs. BY JOve!
There is the Black Eagle band play
ing on upper Main street. We all
rushed to the door and up town we
went, halting in front Of Rafter 4
Goss' palatial saloon. "Why, that
isn't the Black Eagle band, joe"
remarked. mo; but you have to zee
them to tell the difference" said Joe,
land as this Ia our opening night,
come in and take something IN the
new house." Sach things are some.
times refused In novels, but ne ,er in
Gilt Edge. As the wd stood up
to that elegant bar, composed OF al
artistic combination OF quartered
oak, marble and brass, watching ouI
popular host work the cork-puller,
the air was filled with eXclamations
Of wonder and admiration a. the
beauty and splendor displayed. The
liquid refreshments soon drew ouI
attention from the beautiful to the de
lightful, and queer visions al
we watched the yellow-necks give out
their contents to the thirsty crowd
: There was a call for the RED Kid
4. and as the crowd made way for I'll,
. champion we were borne back into .
corner. We must have had a splen
: did time, but just what took place
e can never recall. Unjust have taker
some Of that peculiar decoction OLE
: Rip used to drown his sorrows with
= for my next live impression cam,
with a bang that brought me VI
with a jerk. Another to the first re-
a piled. followed by a volley of shrap
mel, canister, canteens, newspaper re
2 ports, etc. | rushed out, expectin,
to see "Aggie" coming up Mai
z street. Instead we beheld old glor,
flying to the breezeand we're informe,
that a few Of our big guns had jus
3 saluted Old Sol as he ushered in tn
one hundred and twenty-third ami
versary of the birth of this grand re
e public. The streets were soon file,
with old and young, big and little
each contributing his proper share q