The Kalispell bee. [volume] (Kalispell, Mont.) 1900-192?, 1901-02-16

carry a gun to protect himself; that
ne didn't want to be in politics but
nau to in order to protect his own ill
terests. His family spoke OF the
constant newspaper attacks that were
made on him. What do they say
about me?" inquired DAILY. They
call you boss" was the reply.
WELL" said DAILY, lust let any other
man in Montana take my place and
see what they'll say about him.
This was true. The papers that were
most bitter against him in politics
often spoke most kindly of him per-
sonally. Why, they call me boss, -
he once said to me. IF they only
knew how little have to say and how
l am bossed by those VINO are said to
do my bidding" A year before ne
died he attended in his own great ho-
tel in Anaconda banquet given in
honor Of the 10th anniversary of the
Anaconda Standard, his pet news
paper. He sat in one corner Of the
room dressed in plain business suit,
the most modest figure at the ban
quet board. Two days after l met
him in Butte. Inquiring for his
health, he replied that he had caught
heavy cold at the banquet-that lie
had to sit near an open window all
night. Queer" l said. that man
like you that owns the whole works
and foots the bills should not sit
where he pleases." Well" he re-
piled, half-jOkingly, half seriously
that's the way with me. l have 20
do just as they ,ell me. The bell
boys can beat me. | can't boss ban
quets any more than l can boss you
politicians"
His interest in dumb animals, cs
pecially the horse, was ardent. Two
years ago noted horse of the Eng.
fish turf had her hOof taken COM
pletely off in some way during a
race. leaving the bleeding stump on
when she finished the race, despite all
efforts of the jockey 10 stop her. 1t
was piece of horse heroism worthy
he thought, of as much acclaim as
the heroic deeds OF men, and had he
owned the horse, Marcus Daily would
have lavished thousands of dollars
in order to show his appreciation of
such noble pluck. He loved horse.
far better than politics or politicians
i He spent two or three million dollars
improving his great ranch in the Bit
ter Root valley in Western Montana
There, in as fine spot as there is III
Switzerland, he had his country home
There he bred some of the finest hors-
es on the American turf, and some Of
the finest Jersey cattle in the world
He also built a summer home in the
town of Hamilton, close by, for his
friends. 1t was one of the finest
hosteleries in the Northwest, and was
noted for its table. On the stairways
and in the halls and corridors every
where were costly oil paintings of the
famous horses of the Bitter Root
ranch. At his ranch there were miles
OF covered race tracks for the prac
ticc of speeding horses during the
winter. There was every improve
ment that human invention could de-
Wise. 1t is perhaps the greatest
stock farm II the world. You can
stait from one part of it in the early
nlns with ias, team, ana at
! ..-....lAn you are still travelling on the
ranch.
i But everything was subservient to
business. The pleasures of life were
all for his friends. He kept at his ranch
1 pix NJ | slI.A.e ho!scs Tor his trieni,
but never rode himself. He had ponies
for the children of his friends and
the most costly bicycles for those who
INDUCED in that sport. Whenever he
had occasion to go east on business
he found some friend who was sickly
or ailing, or some deserving one con.
nected with his various enterprises
and he would share his private car
with them and bear all expenses. But
no pleasures were allowed to interfere
with his own affairs. One day he
had just left Anaconda on a train
running over his own Butte and An
aconda road. the best paying piece ol
railroad track in the United States
for its length. Just before he left
he learned of Hamburg's great victory
on the turf. The train had run mile
out of town and was passing the smelt
ers when the whistles began a pre-
carious diapason in honor of the vic
tory. news of which had just reached
the shelters. Daily heard the awful
din as it grew in volume and the train
proceeded mile away. The blowing
of the whistles at that hour meant to
him only fire or other disaster at the