The Butte inter mountain., 1902-04-18
MAN ON HORSEBACK.
Colonel Watterson Sees Bad Visions
in the Dark.
LNeW YOrk Sun.O

When Col. Henry Watterson squeeZes
out tear and sees In the White house
and republican congress visions Of
the Man on Horseback and Mexicaniza-
ton. sympathetic persons don't laugh,
no matter how much they want to.
They respect a great grief. They know
that the world looks dark To the colonel
whenever he muses. upon his lost Lenore,
the Star-Eyed Goddess. He stands upon
the lone Kentucky shore and blubbers
as he recalls that angel form and face:
ooh, my darling Nellie Gray, they have
taken you away,
And I ne'er shall see my darling any
more." 5-.E
The nerves are SO affected by these
dolorous meditations II lis no wonder
that the Man on Horseback canters INFO
the colonels waking dreams. Regret for
so dear head as the Star Eyed il sharp
enough to fill sensitive spirit with fore
bodngs of hippgrifs and crlosphinxes.
The colonel Is doing as well as can be
expected and these occasional mopng
fits serve to bring into more salient re-
lief the essential gayety of his nature.
As a faithful democrat he has to be
in doeful dumps pretty often The
country must go TO the devil before ii
can go 10 the democracy. In unleaded
agate type the colonel's lamentations
general and special, would make a book
about ten times as large as the Louis
Vile democracy but his jubations, his
poems, his whoops and hullabaloos, his
grand tnluinphal odes. rafting lyric
charges sautatores to the boys In the
trenches. cheerful remarks on the bright
side and chapters of JOY, would make
a nf aha hal ha @. Of
capitol at Washington. He greves oc-
casionally, but he rejoices much. He
may have slight attacks Of water brash
but his general digestion, physical, mem
tai aud moral, Is admirable. Except
when he dwels upon the memory of the
Star-Eyed he is just as happy as a big
sunflower.
Neither Ike nor anybody else knows
where the democratic party is "at, :"
or what strange bug will bite 1t next
The colonel can only hope that the sheep
| will straggle home somehow Meanwhile
| he considers 1t the duty Of a shepherd
! who knows his business to yell Wolff"
| from time To time. spending the rest of
| his time in playing a medley on the
pastoral pipe or searching for the bank
| Whereon the green mint grows.
| Colonel Watterson cannot get one
| millionth of an inch of goosenesh out of
| his after-d dinner dismal diyinatlons
| The Man on Horseback is one of his old
] wax figures. A Man on Horseback would
| be more novel, but we have no right 10
| interfere in the musings Of the colonePs
| museum. 1t Is enough TO remind him
| that we are glad to know that he is
well and still engaged in stirring up the
! brethren, rebuking the backsliders and
! lambasting the sinners. The star Eyed
has gone out, but still there is a right
smart lot Of things to live for; and, in
the words of Colonel Mulligan:
The doves notes are the saddest
| In Kentucky;
| The streams dance on the gladdest
In Kentucky;
Hip pockets are the thlckest,
| Pistol hands the slickest,
Cylinders turn quickest
In Kentucky.
Song birds are the sweetest
In Kentucky;
Thoroughbreds the neetest
In Kentucky;
The mountains tower proudest,
Thunder peals the loudest
The landscape Is the grandest--and
Politics the d--dest
In Kentucky"
To Hon. Henry Watterson, hail and
good day!