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The Butte inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1901-1912, 1902-09-01

the day; b. B. Lindsey, j. l.. Murchie
and Michael Mccormick
Mr. Lndsley spoke chiefly on labor as
a factor i'll the future political situation,
touched on the point that the interest Of
labor and capital were not the same. at
least, not to the extent urged in many di.
rec,ions. The workingman advanced the
capital himself because he IL constantly
dorg his work and giving his toll before
his pay is received.
4 lie greatest evil to bc encountered at
present by the genuine laborcr was the
danger incurred from "barroom assassins."
The worst injury in the ranks was done
by those who set themselves up as the Ia
bo,er or the laboring mans friend and
held forth in saloons to incitc the work
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Negro Assaulter Lynchcd.
TBY ASSOCIATED rRrss. /

Monticello, Ga, September John
Brown, negro who attempted to Grim
inally assault I2yearo old white girl near
here last night, was lynchcd last night.
Brown was taken from the sheriff who
was bringing him to Monticello and hang
ed to a tree.
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the procession. II took almost fifteen
minutes before the long line from the
smelters passed, and the crowd cheered
them for the excellent representation they
made.
Out at the race track the grounds began
to assume festival appearance within an
hour after the close of the parade. By
o'clock Manager Wharton's efficient scrv-
ice was taxed to the utmost carrying the
thousands who gathered to hear the
speeches, view the sports and enjoy the
splendid racing card put up for the last
official day of the Montana Jockey club.
The speechmaking began soon after
o'clock when Luke Murphy took up a cen
trail position in the stand and announced
himself as presiding judge of everything
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ingFian and to advise them wrongfuly as
to where their interests lay. "Barroom
assassination" is the curse of the work
ingaen.
Socialism was the next theme touched
upon and the speaker insisted that the
wofkingan himself was to blame for the
conditions existing to his dctrimcnt. The
battle OF tue future for labor should be
wagcd through the ballot box and it
should be the business of every man en-
ployed to cast his vote as he worked-for
the preservation of his family and himself
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THE MEN OF DOUGH.
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THE BEST OF THEM ALL.

CONTINUED on Page Threc.)
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shout, Don't let Mary MacLanc see you,
or she'll carry you awayr
Their Flag and Float.
John Davies, carrying the beautiful
banner of the union, was assisted by four
pages who held the silken cords and spread
the banner to the breeze. The boys-Tom
Donnelly, Herbert Tghc, John Williams
and Tommic Harris-werc dressed in the
uniforms of the union, which were the
handsomest in the parade.
After the banner came the float. 1t was
greeted with the cheers of the thousands.
In the front was telegraph operator,
who licked away on his key and sent
messages along a tiny wire stretched on
telegraph poles, perfect representation OF
the real thing, and at the other end, on
his typewriter, another operator was taking
down the news from every land.
a printer was setting up the copy on
Mergenlhaler machine near by, and beyy
OF handsome young ladies we're binding
books and folding papers, showing another
department OF the publishers art.
here were almost 100 members of the
craft in the line that followed the float
They wore white trousers, white linen
yachting caps. The belts and ties were red,
making neat and handsome appearance
The printers received generous share of
the applause. The pressmen and stereo-
typers wore similar uniforms, the latter
following in carriages.
Wokinemen's Union.
One hundred men from the Working
mems union came next. They wore grey
Fedora hats to distinguish them and made
a good appearance. They were followed
by the Silver City band. The bakers, In
white uniforms, and wearing purple Fe-
doras and purple belts, looked very fine.
Among the members of the Shoemakers'
union, which followed, was loyal fellow
with crutch and wooden leg. lie kept
his place in the line and was checrei as
he went by.
The Stablemen's union was the next. The
men were all mounted and made pleas
ing variety in the parade. Four fine grey
horses carried the big float, with the mem
bers of the Women's Protective union, It
was divided into two compartments, a
kitchen and dinngroom, in which cooks
and watr Uses were occupied with their
work.
Mill and Smeltermen.
Seven hundred strong, the Mill and
Smeltermen's union brought up the rear Of
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except the racing, sports and general fun
making. This left to him the duty of in
Producing the orators Of the day and he
did this in his usual lucky style, which
brought cheers and laughter instead Of
brick-bats and non-union cigars.
At one time the portly president of the
Trades & Labor assembly and the Cigar
Makers made hit when he referred TO
the various silver tongued orators of Sill
yer Bow who were not present for the oc-
casion All Of those who spoke today were
of the copper styled order.
The Speakers Of the Day.
There were three principal speakers Of
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LONG LINE Of SONS
Of TOLL IN THE
BIG PAGEANT
ExuItant Multitudes Crowd
Butte Streets to Cheer for
ravorite Unions.
MOST MAGNIFICENT PARADE
IN HISTORY OF THIS CAMP

Typographical Union Receives Honors
as Handsomest Marching Division
Delegates to the Mining Congress
Throno Sidewalks and Cheer Vocfcr-
ousy for the Sturdy March-"s-Exer-
cises at the Race Track.
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along very well together, because /
liked her and she tolerated me to
certain extent. She did not give me
her full confidence, and 1 was always
doubtful whether she really had even
the remotest glimmer of respect for
me and my riding. AS a matter of fact,
her reservation in regard to my riding
and experience in mountain craft was
very well taken. 1 was "a 'greeny' if
there ever was one, and on more than
one occasion when she was treading
her way gingerly and delicately over
a particularly dangerous part of the
trail, l would gasp and drop the reins
on her neck and shut my eyes in
prayer. When I gave any of the pre-
monitory symptoms of nervousness
| she would look around over her Shout
der with an expression in her eyes that
said palmer than spoken words: Just
keep still and don't squirm around
like that and will take you across.
Well, one day in June, when the blaz-
ing California sun burned down on the
side of the canyon and l was thinking
in kind of careless way how nice it
would be to be at the edge of the little
stream that tumbled along some $500
feet almost straight below me, when
the mare aroused me from my day
dreaming by stopping abruptly. We
| were just at one of the bad places, and
| was startled when I noticed that ]
could see the little stream by looking
down between my knee and the skirt
of the saddle. She stood there per-
fectly still, with the one exception
that her intelligent eyes were turned
on me in an inquiring sort of way. ]
was nervous about the place and pro-
voked with her for stopping and wax
ing me from my reverie. These mat
tiers did not have much weight with
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A Case Of
Horse Sense
ooK out there" shouted the ma

OOK out there" shouted the man
in the gray suit, as he seized his
companion by the arm and jerked him
away from the curb. "That horse
seems to bear you deep-seated
grudge." Thanks, old man." said his
companion. 81 believe you just saved
me from rather savage bite" "Now,
why on earth do you suppose that
quiet, staid old hack tried to injure
you?" 81 give it up" answered the
other. 81 admit do not understand
horses little bit. have managed to
trust them when no trust should have
been imposed and have failed to rely
on them when ought to have done so.
There is mighty little horse sense
about me. Maybe that animal instinc-
lively knew that did not understand
him and his kind, and just tried to
grab me and shake little equine
knowledge into me. I once had an eX-
perience with wise horse away out in
California. At the time was superin-
tending piece of railroad construc-
ton on the crest of the Sierra Nevada
mountains. Every day was required
to ride about 20 miles along deer
trail on the side of a canyon. The ami
NAL furnished me by the company was
little mountain cayuse, buckskin in
color and as full of knowledge as an
octogenarian professor of philosophy.
Her name was Dolly, and way back in
the sixties she had seen the light of
day in those same mountains. We got
The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1902-03-14
WHEN TED's AWAY.

When Teddy has gone for visit
Such change as comes over the house!
There's not from one day to another
Enough racket to startle mouse
The cook is no longer molested,
The puppies are never at strife,
Grandpa's midday nap is unbroken,
And the cat has some peace of her life.
There is no one to ask endless questions
And no one to race through the hall,
There is never whoop or a whistle
And never a door banged at ALL;
No coaxing to "tell us story"
And never lesson to say
Oh, the house is delightfully."- quiet
And peaceful when Ted is away!
But then there is no boyish laughter
To make even burdens seem light,
And no little tired lad to cuddle
On motherly shoulder at night;
And no one to whisper at bed time.
With shy, tight hug and kiss,
That in all the wide world he is certain
There isn't mother like his.
There is no one to run on an errand
And no one with secrets to tell,
There is no one to find Grandpa's glasses
And hunt for his slippers as well;
And somehow or other were feeling
That an hour seems as long as day
Oh, the house is SO dreadfully quiet
And lonesome when Ted is away.
Il. M. Montgomery, in Rams Horn.
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THE VENDETTA
THAT DID NOT DIE.
By GUY DE MAUpASsANT.
n AoLo sAvoR1Nrs widow lived

n AOLO SAVORINI'S widow lived
with her son, alone. in poor
little house on the ramparts of Boni-
facio. The village. built on the jut-
ting-out side Of a mountain. actually
in places overhung the sea. 1t looked
across narrow sandbar upon the
lower coast of Sardinia. At it's feet,
on the other side, the sea had cut
out place in the cliff, which looked
like a gigantic corridor, and served
as the port. The water reached al
most to the houses of the town, car
rying upon it the little italian and
Sandman fishing boats, and every
Is days the old sidewheeler which
went to and from Ajaccio.
Clusters of little white houses
showed white even upon the white
sides of the chalky mountain. They
looked like birds nests stuck into
the crevices of the malignant cliffs,
which hung over the horrible water
way, where ships dared not go. Re
lentlessly the wind harries the sea,
and wears against the naked faces
of the rock, whereon few blades of
grass could cling. Pale foam fecks
scattered upon the thousands OF
rock edges which pierce into the sea.
looking like rags of white linen
floating and palpitating upon the
surface of the water.
The Widow Savorini's house, placed
upon the extreme edge of the pas.
sageway, opened it's three windows
upon this savage and desolate ho'
rizon.
She lived there alone with her sor
Antoine, and their dog semillant, E
big, emaciated, ragged-haired shep
herd dog. She was the young mans
hunting dog.
One night, after quarrel, Antoine
was murdered by Nicolas Ravollat
with poniard, who that same nigh
escaped to Sardinia.
When the old mother saw her som:
body brought in to her by the neigh
bors, she did not cry, but remained {
long time mute, looking at him fixed
ly; then, stretching her wrinklet
hand over the corpse, she promised
1t vendetta. She did not want thu
people to stay with her, and sh'
shut herself in. alone with her deat
and the dog, which howled grievous
ly. The dog howled steadily, cree
at the foot of the bed, her heat
stretched towards her master ant
her tail wrapped tightly through he
legs. She was as still as the WON
an, who bent over the corpse ant
wept big, silent tears from her un
\ winking eyes, looking at him.
The young man on his back
4 dressed in cheaply woven cloth
which was cut widely at the breast
seemed to sleep. But there wa
blood everywhere; on his shirt, tor
away in the first efforts to stop tn
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THOSE scHooNERs OF OLD.


Those exciting old scenes are but memories
now,
When the pop of the bullwhacker's whip
Sharply rang, ere the Wild West had scarce
felt the PROV
OF Progression's great oncoming ship.
And but few now remain Of that dust-be-
grimed host
Who had nerve in the dim long ago
To fight and if need be to die at their post
When the schooners rolled out of st. Joe.
In the dust of the valley great serpentine
trains
Rolled from civilizations last gate
And slowly wound onward toward the
great plains
Where the red men were lying in wait.
But every bronzed whacker trudged brave
ly along,
Feeling never fear of the foe
Their heavy whips cracked to the voicings
Of song
AS the schooners rolled out of st. Joe.
When the sun seemed a ball of raw fire in
the skies,
When the winds. blew the alkali dust in
their eyes,
When the clouds wore threatening frown,
To the men with the bulls it was Away
n the same,
They'd the duty mark manfully toe,
True philosophers all, they took things as
they came
When the schooners rolled out of st. Joe.
Those schooners of old are now rottipg
away,
But bones of the cattle remain,
The whackers surviving are wrinkled and
gray,
No more does the wagon boss reign.
The swift-fying trains drawn by monsters
of steam
Now fly DER the plains to and fro,
And the stirring old days we recall as a
dream,
When the schooners rolled out of st. Joe.
Denver Post.
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He had planned that Hal should go
abroad, travel, study, write and do
the things that interested him, and in
time perhaps marry some girl who
should be his intellectual equal and
his social superior-though Josiah did
not put it to himself in exactly that
way.
But Hal loved Amanda Gray, his
quondam schoolmate and playmate,
was poor; her mother ran boarding
house for Josiah's mill hands; but Hal
loved her. He knew the strength and
sweetness of her unselfish nature, and
he had refused to carry out his fathers
wishes unless Amanda could share in
the advantage Josiah had planned for
him. And when his father had refused
his consent, Hal had astonished that
local and domestic autocrat by de.
manding the few thousand dollars held
in trust for him from his mother, and
had gone to the city and invested it in
| business.
1t was the old story of the man with
capital and the man With experience
over again. In six months his little
patrimony was gone and Josiah hat
been forced to pay out heavily to save
the family credit. But the old MAJ
loved his son, though in his own way
and he renewed his former offer to set
tie a handsome sum on the boy if hi
would give up Mandy. He gave hin
two days in which to make up his
mind.
Hal laughed his father to scor1
and swore he would marry Mandy
anyhow. "Shell marry me no mat
ter how poor l am" he declared.
| But Mandy would not listen t,
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SALVAGE
By HENRY GALLUP PAINE.
Author of Statute Of Limitations. " Sunday
Sam, etc.
Bv HENRY GALLUP PAINE.
copyrighted by Daily Story Pub. Co.,

my Dear Mr.. Marcy:
"Hal has told me how things stand be-
tween you and him, and write to tell you
that will never marry him so long as your
opposition continues. absolutely refuse to
stand in his way. l want to assure you
that nothing he can say will alter my de-
termination. This decision is final. So
there is no reason why you should consid-
er me in planning for him or in carrying
out any of your intentions regarding him.
You are at liberty to show him this letter.
"Yours truly,
AMANDA GRAY"
''Wa'al, son, wat be We a-goin' ter do,
naow?" asked Josiah Marcy, when Hal
had finished reading Mandy's note,
and had handed it back to his father.
Nothing different, father. 1 cannot
accept this sacrifice at her hands. I
would be less than man if I accepted
what you offer me at such cost"
''Don't be fool, boy" Josiah pro-
tested.
"No; nor won't be poltroon
either" declared Hal. Tomorrow ]
shall go away and try to disappoint
you by showing you and Mandy, too,
that somewhere and somehow 1 am
capable of earning my own living, and
when 1 have shown that ] can earn
enough for two shall come back for
her"
In the light of his previous expert
ence Hallett Marcy was laying out a
rather large contract for himself in
making this declaration. In fact his
demonstrated lack of business ability
was responsible for the present situa
ton. Yet in other respects he was fa1
from failure. He had fine charac
ter, an affectionate nature and hand
some presence. He had stood high al
college. He had refined tastes. But
he was entirely deficient in those prac.
teal commercial qualities that hac
enabled his father to develop from q
common laborer to wealthy mill
owner.
Josiah was ambitious to realize il
his son the culture and social privi
leges that fortune had denied to him
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MORNING.
bleeding; on his vest, on his trous-
ers, on his face, on his hands. Clots
of blood had stiffened in his beard
and in his hair.
His old mother began to talk to
him. At the sound of her voice the
dog was stilled.
"va, va, you shall be revenged, my
little one, my boy, my poor child.
Sleep, sleep, you shall be revenged,
do you hear? 1t is your mother who
promises you, and she always keeps
her word-your mother. You know
that we'll"
Slowly she leaned toward him,
pressing her cold lips upon the dead
lips.
Then Semillant began to howl
again. She gave long, wearying
shrieks, heart-tearing, horrible.
They staid there, those two, the
woman and the dog, until morning.
Antoine Savorini was buried in the
morning, and soon was no longer
spoken of in Bonifacio.
He left no brothers and no near
cousins. There was no man there to
carry on the vendetta. The mother
alone thought of it.
On the other side of the strait she
saw from morning till night a white
spot on the cliffs. 1t was little Sar-
dinian village, Longosardo, the refuge
of Corsican banditti who were hunted
too closely. They made up nearly the
entire population of this hamlet
which faces the shores of their home
land, and they waited there until they
might return. She knew Nicolas Ra-
vollati was in this village.
All alone, all day long, sitting at
her window, she looked across, think.
ing of the revenge. What could she
do without anyone, feeble and near to
death? But she had promised, she
had sworn upon the corpse. She could
not forget, she could not wait. What
would she do? She could not sleep
at night; she had no longer either
peace or rest; she sought obstinately,
The dog at her feet slept, and now
and then, raising her head, howled
into the distance. S;pce her master
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She Didn't Give 1t On.

Robson, do you know why you are
like donkey?"
"Iike donkey?" echoed Robson,
opening his eyes wide. 81 DON'T
because your better half is stub
bornness itself"
The jest pleased Robson immensely,
for he at once saw the opportunity OF
glorious dig at his wife. So when he
got home he said:
Mrs. Robson, do you know why ]
am like donkey?"
He waited moment, expecting his
wife to give it up. But she didn't. She
looked at him somewhat pityingly as
she answered: 81 suppose it's because
you were born so."-Chicago Journal
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New University for pekin.

An association of all the Protestant
educational institutions in the prov.
ince of Chill has been agreed upon. 1t
comprises the Methodist, Presbyte-
rian, Congrega tional and London mis-
sions, and will be known under the
name of the Picking university. The
Methodists expect to secure charter
under this name, but a change has been
made SO as to permit the union of all
the Protestant educational institu.
tions.
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Curious Coincidence

A remarkable coincidence about
the death of Gen. Lawton was that
he was killed by Filipinos under a
native chief of the same name as an
Apache chief fighting against whom
Lawton won his spurs.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1902-09-06
ANNOUNCEMENT.

Andrew Giddings, of Baraga, de.
sires to announce that he is can
didate for the office of sheriff this
fall, and will seek the nomination
in the Republican county conven-
ton. Mr.. Giddings is a faithful
member of the Republican party,
highly respected throughout the
county, and would certainly make
an excellent official. He was
formerly marshal of Baraga village.
He earnestly solicits the support of
the Republicans of the county for
the nomination for the Office OF
sheriff.
The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1902-09-06
pening trap drum orchestra fur
nished excellent music.
FIREBuas At WORK
Labor Day Celebration In Bar
aga Had a Warm
Termination.

Monday evening at about 915
O'Clock, just as the ball given by
Baraga Longshoremen's union was
in full swing, an alarm of fire was
sounded. Flames were discovered
in the Mast & Karger building on
Main street, the lower floor of which
was occupied by Gust Tang as a
saloon, with living rooms up stairs.
The fire burst out with tightening
like rapidly, and before the fire.
men (many of whom were at the
dance logged out in their dress
suits and boiled shirts) arrived at
the scene, the rear portion of the
building was a mass of flames.
However four streams were soon
playing on the building, but the fire
laddies were further handicapped by
by lack Of water, something hav-
ing gone wrong with the hydrants.
The firemen fought the fire with
wet blankets thrown over them, the
heat being so intense, with hardly
any success in staying its progress
on account OF the low water pres
sure. Finally, sufficient pressure
was secured, when the fire was
quickly subdued, but not until Mast
& Karger's two buildings, the first
occupied by Gust Tang and the
other as an Office building by Jos.
Gauthier, was completely Quilted.
]. G.. Reals drug store adjoining
these buildings was saved, but
badly scorched. After the de-
sired water pressure was secured
the firemen performed excellent work
in saving the drug store building,
which was separated from the other
buildings by only two feet.
The origin of the fire, which
started in shed in the rear of the
saloon, is unknown, but it is sup
posed to be the work Of an incen-
diary.
Mr.. and Mrs. Gust Tang, who re-
sided over the saloon, were carried
from the building while the fire was
in progress, both being sick in bed
at the hime. Mr.. Tang lost every
thing in the line of household goods