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The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1903-06-30
GEN. SANDOW VAL,
PROBE S5IONAL.
REVOLUTIONARY.

negotiations are said to be going on
in other countries for the purchase of
a navy. Also it is gravely stated that
the government is modifying troops"
That is the tropic side of the pic
ture, set in a gaudy frame of meIo-
dramatic phrase. The other side is al
most invariably in New York city.
The real home of the South Ameri-
can and West Indian revolution is not
in the tropics or the southern seas
1t is in a zone of Manhattan island
bounded on the north by Fifteenth
street and on the south by Thirteenth
street. Every well authenticated rev.
olution in the uneasy republics to the
south of us bears the stamp Made in
New York"
1t is only a few weeks since a New
York newspaper printed in one of its
columns an announcement that able
service in South America Applicants
were told to call upon u |. Jfminez, %
at the Hotel Muro, in West Fourteenth
street.
Reporters called upon the apparent
signer of the advertisement. He greet
ed them with innocent bewilderment,
with surprise. with whole-souled in
dignation- Was he capable of con-
spring against a peaceful land and at
the same time violating the neutrality
laws of the United States? Nevaire!
1t was some arch enemy, some jealous
rival of the past who had done this
thing.
But the Senior F. Leonte Vasuuez,
minister of Santo Domingo to the
United States. had ways of getting at
the facts underlying that little adver-
tisement.
1t is well, first, to know who Gen.
Juan Isidro Jiminez is You may see
him any day in the lobby of the little
Hotel Muro. in West Fourteenth
street.
Senior Muro is an impartial man. II
you ask him whether his hotel is the
resort of revolutionists he will smile
and say that he knows not AS a mat
ter of fact. he keeps free from entang-
ling alliances. He cares not whether
his dodgers are for or against the gov
eminent of the country from which
they come, if only they pay their
board. And as the pocketbooks of
agents of the revolution and of agents
of the government are equally well
filled his trade is profitable.
TO be confused with the revolution
factories of Fourteenth and Fifteenth
streets, where business is not, o. no,
and valor and patriotism are ready to
fill the air.
1t must be admitted, however, that
the unpolitical guests of the two ho-
tells, and there are many. do not take
the revolutions seriously. They bear
with meekness the designation
dumb pacifcos" hurled at them by
the warlike. When one of them was
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1903-06-30
When AIdrich Lauuhed.

did you ever laugh at a funerala'
said Senator Aldrich of Rhode Island
Il did once 1t was the funeral of an
old-time acquaintance. and the min
lister who made the opening address
was absent-minded. He got up h
the pulpit. began TO speak. and then
hesitated. He had forgotten the sex
of the corpse.
"'Our deceased, our deceased
brother-or sister he said, and then
went on and spoke with great feeling
about the virtues of the deceased, cali
ing it always 'brother-or sister Fin
ally, pausing moment, heard him
say to the aged deacon who sat in
a loud whisper:
The corpse. which is it, a brother
or a sister?
''The deacon was very old and slow
of wit He answered in a whisper:
Neither. Only an acquaintance
Here" Senator Aldrich ended, Il
laughed.
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1903-06-30
A College Episode
BY DON CLARK WILSON.

Bones ambled' into my room and
threw himself into a chair with the
air of one to whom life is an insup-
portable burden. Then drawing a big
deep breath into his big, deep chest
he blurted out:
Damn it,"
| tossed Cicero across the room,
swept aside my examination manu-
script, and demanded:
What's up, Bones?"
Search mel"
Gomez" l insisted. Something is
amiss. What it is?"
"Everything!"
BE explicit"
Know Myrtle?"
"Of course do, confound you," i'm.
patiently.
Know how she abhors booze?"
l did.
That's it," said Bones, lucidly.
She's tossed me up-says she can
never put up with drunk"
But you never drink
'0f course not. But look at this"
tossing a folded slip of paper onto
my desk languidly, as though the eff
fort was sacrifice. "Confound the
women, anyway"
Mr.. Melville" the letter ran, con
slider our former intimacy at an end.
l can never reconcile myself to friend
ship with drunkard." 1t was signed
simply Myrtle Morrison"
Chilly. amt it?" snorted Bones.
when / had finished reading it and
slowly folded the missive in my hand.
Never can tell what womans up to
next. Something funny about this. |
never drink What got her into the
notion that I'm drunk, l wonder?"
Il confess l don't know" replied.
and studied Bones handsome face.
while he stared gloomily out of the
window.
He was sorely distressed. His at.
tachment for Miss Morrison was the
result of a meeting on the golf links
the previous season, and the dawn of
the new season found them most de-
votedly intimate-so intimate that an
engagement was vaguely rumored
among the feminine element at school
and lightly joshed about by the class
men over glasses and cigars.
The two were alluded to as the Glib
son duo, the one for her clear-cut.
imperious beauty, the other for his
rugged chin, his broad shoulders and
rather morose forehead, and they
seemed by all common law fated to
mate and live happily ever after 1t
must have cost Miss Morrison strug-
gle TO write such letter, too, for she
certainly loved Bones with all the
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1903-06-30
His Trial Sermon.

A certain bishop was in the habit
of testing. the ability and competency
of the candidates who came before
him by making them preach a trial
sermon. He had for this purpose a
pulpit in the palace. On one of these
occasions there appeared before him
a gentleman of short stature and of a
somewhat nervous temperament.
We'll, Mr.. -, | should like to
hear you preach" said the bishop.
The probationer manifested some
nervousness and diffidence, and plead
ed that he was not prepared with any
special subject.
"Oh," rejoined the bishop, you
can give a short address on some
thing. Take Zaccheus for your sub
ject."
The young man assembled the pull
pit and began:
"zaccheus was little man-so am
1. Zaecheus was up tree-so am 1.
Zaccheus made haste to come down
so will l."
Suiting the action to the word he
descended. He was passed.-Scot-
fish American.
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1903-06-30

and whisper destruction to the Vas
quez administration, and the opposi-
ton whispers of bloody execution, con
fiscation and life Imprisonment in
Shiny dungeons in the other corner.
The Hobbies of the two hotels, the
Muro and the America, are full of rev
olutionists and professional heroes.
But Gen. Francisco Lui Sandoval is
the king of them all. If they could
take their places on the stage as the
supers Of a comic opera, there is no
question that SandOyal would be the
star
Sandoval was born in Mexico. He
began his career by planning a reyo-
luton against Porfrio Diaz. OF all
really dangerous things that reyolu-
ZIONIST can spend time thinking of,
revolutions against that Diaz gentle
man are the most dangerous.
1t is an unhealthful occupation. The
list of its dead is long, and profession
al revolutionists do not speak of Mex
leo any more.
Sandoval is one of the few who ever
got away alive. He is feet of foot.
There is now a standing reward of
fered in Mexico of 1000 for his head.
His sword and his military genius
have since been at the service of any
government or revolution that felt il
needed them. His business in New
York is the smelling out Of war and
rumors Of war and Offering his ser.
vices.
Sometimes they are accepted. The
Colombian revolutionists hired him a
year or two ago, after the Colombian
government had most disdainfully
scorned his prefer Of assistance to the
general of the Colombian army.
Everybody who knows anything
about South American affairs knows
that there are two great commercial
houses in New York that make a bust
ness of backing revolutions and gov
ernments in South America. Their
city Offices are not a stones throw
apart, and the heads OF them meet
frequently in society and business
upon the friendliest terms.
But in South America their armies
and navies are drilling and their pol
iticians are voting and maneuvering
and almost any day may see an open
outbreak OF hostilities involving real
bloodshed and real campaigns, as they
have in tie past. But these are not
fects the sentiment and they fall in
love with other gentlemen's ladies,
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1903-06-30
THERE ARE STILL WARS.
Some of the Battles of Peaceful"
Year.

Some of the Battles of peaceful"
Year.
The year of grace 1902, which saw
the end of the Boer war, the practical
end of the rebellion in the Philippines.
and the termination of half a dozen
South and Central American reyolu-
tons, viii probably go down into time
labeled as q year Of supreme peace.
And yet in 1903 battles are waging in
nearly a dozen countries and war is
abroad upon every continent
The average reader, If asked to
name the wars now in progress, would
very likely stop uncertainty after men
tioning the struggle between Britain
and the natives of Somaliland. But
this is not the only war of the day by
any means. Here is a little list of
the places whereat battles have been
going on, either now or recently, with
the names of the opposing forces:
Venezuela
Hayti-Three revolutions.
The Afghanistan-Indian Border
Waziris VS.. British.
Morocco to dethrons
the sultan
Upper Nigeria-Arabs VS.. British
British VS.. Somalis
Southern Arabia-Arabs VS.. Turks
observation-disclosures vs.. Macedonians
and Bulgarians.
Sarawak-British native force VS.
Dyaks
Corea-Corean regulars vs. rebels
Sumatra-Dutch VS.. Achinese.
The guerrilla warfare in the lower
Philippines and the aftermath of the
Boxer troubles in China are not in
cluded.-LOndon Answers.
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1903-06-30

Miss Morrison's room. sprang up
the stairs three steps at a bound and
raped on Myrtle's door.
There was a subdued furry within
as of clothing being thrown about and
of doors being quickly but quietly
closed and then a voice scarcely above
a whisper babe me enter. Which
did.
She sat by window, palpably i'll at
ease, but trying to appear calm and
collected. Her eyes were red with
weeping and her cheeks flushed The
room was not completely in order,
either, although it was all beautiful
and cleverly decorated with the pan
els and profusion of pillows ali girls
like.
Your" she exclaimed as l entered.
What can you want with me?'
A rather delicate matter, Miss Nor
rison." began, assuming a pose of
the God of Love. like l had seen in
the museum. Il come in Mr.. Mel
ville's behalf
Il think, sir, your business is al.
ready done" she said in a chilly way.
looking out the window with her SUI
perb chin in her hand. Mr.. Melville
and are strangers"
you accuse him of drunkenness"
Il do. My eyes do not deceive me-"
You really saw him drunk, eh?"
81 did, sir-brutally drunk"
l felt wave of indignation spread
over me.
Il beg your pardon, Miss Morrison"
| said, "but you are mistaken. I've
known Bones-Mr. Melville-for ten
years. and have never yet seen him
inebriated or even heard of his drink
ing. VIII you tell me when and I'M
der what circumstances you saw him
in such a condition."
Then you cannot take my word,
sir?" she cried. You would cast in.
situations? l know what my eyes
tell me, sir! He was drinking, Mr..
Internationally. vulgarly drinking,
and singing a wild drunken song in
the midst of crowd of other inebri-
ated students on the campus last Tues
day night! l know, sir! saw him.
He's brute, and I'm done with him
forever!"
This was dangerously near hysteria.
She rose as she spoke and prodded
the carpet with her dainty heel
Without further words left the
room. determined to seek an explana.
ton or a confession from Bones. II
he was guilty the gir's'treatment was
only just 1t would never do for
her to be linked to a deceiving drunk.
ard.
Bones lounged lazily where | had
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1903-06-30
LITTLE SEEDS OF KINDNESS.
How Representative Curtis Came Near
Making an Enemy.

How Representative Curtis Came Near
Making an Enemy.
Secretary Wilson is receiving nu-
merous requests from all parts of the
country for seeds, and is replying to
all of them that congress at this SEES
sion has made no provision for seed
distribution. and there are no seeds
left on hand at the department of ed
riculture. Representative Charles
Curtis of Kansas, who was one of the
contestants in the recent fight for SEN
atorial honors, told a story to-day
about the farmers in connection with
this matter. One of his newly elect
ed compeers came to him in great in
dignation. The compeer was rapidly
reaching the conclusion that a career
in congress was humiliating sort Of
business. With a few words more
forcfble than elegant, he showed Cur
tbs postal card he had just received
Its back merely bore this inscription.
H ID. Jones, Ownena, Kansas" Moth
ing more. nothing less. There was no
key to the possible code; no accom-
panying diagram to explain the brief
but apparently inexplicable puzzle
What are you going TO dc about
it?" asked Curtis, smilingly.
DO about it? Fold up the postal
very carefully and throw it In the
waste basket, of course"
Then you can count on losing =
few votes next campaign"
"Why?" asked the surprised new
statesman.
Simply" replied Curtis, that that
Is an established way for asking for
government seeds. You'll get a great
many of them before the time comes
for the annual seeds distribution to
begin. and what such pOstals mean is
to put the name forwarded on your
list of those to whom you will have
the seeds sent this year out of your
allotment from the agricultural de-
partment." II was a surprise to the
new member, and he went away NUT
tering at the divers duties Of congress
men, but, nevertheless, his constitu-
ent, Jones. was one of the first to get
the seeds in the ensuing distribution.
New York Tribune.
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1903-06-30

asked if these able-bodied men ever
come back he replied:
Few" said the pacifco, smiling.
Few"
what becomes of them?"
yellow fever is bad for the unac-
climated." said the pacifco. Struggling
his shoulders. There are other dis
eases too. Sometimes the climate af-
Moreover, it would be difficult for a
more energetic man than Senior Muro
to keep track of some of his visitors.
To-day they are the loyalists and in
power. Tomorrow they may be insur-
gents, with a price-in South Ameri-
can promissory notes-set upon heads.
So Jiminez and his confidants and
colleagues gather in the big. comfort
able chairs in one corner of the lobby
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1903-06-30

Every few. months the cable an
nounces that the patriots and lovers
OF freedom in some South American
republic have risen in their might and
declared their independence of the ty-
rant who is at the moment their pres
ident. The dispatches furnish the
name of the man who is to be made
the tyrant's successor by the bravery
and devotion Of the aforesaid patriots.
1t is nearly always stated that the
insurgent army is well armed and that
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1903-06-30
Not our Weak Hand.

How small is this that has been asked Of
US
It's but to try;
Not our weak hand has been required to
set
With stars the sky,
Or swing the great sold moon above the
clouds
Nor yet have we
Commanded been. to place the singing
shell
Beneath the sea:
But just TO Try. with but our humble
might
With our whole heart.
Not waste our strength by doubling that
success
VIII be our part
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1903-06-30

strength of her pure nature. l don't
like to confess it, but I've caves.
dropped once or twice, and ought to
know. Moonlight on the links in June
is something a healthy man wants to
avoid if he has no notion of matri-
mony, and many a moonlight night
had found them enmeshed in the rhap-
sody of romance while the caddy stole
of to his home in the dale. Bones
was not of that nature to confide in
me TO the extent of his rove affairs,
even though was his closest friend;
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1903-06-30

left him. AS entered he locked CD
hopefully and grunted:
'Wen?"
Look here. cid man" | said, shak.
ing a finger in his face, have you
been drinking?"
Not on your life"
Never touched drop?" continued
sternly cycling him.
Il swear it,"
Something's up for a fact, thenl
She swears she saw you drinking
Said she saw you with her own eyes
in the midst Of a crowd on the campus
singing drunken song and raising
the devil generally"
Bones started up, grasping the arms
of his chair tightly.
See herel When was this?" he
demanded
Tuesday night" | believe"
Bones sprang for the door. grabbing
his hat on the way, and before l could
frame a question was sailing down the
hall like a maniac on deviltry bent.
Perplexed, l sat for several mo-
ments staring DULY at the floor
had notion of following and watch
ing developments, but recalling my
unfinished studies | sat once again at
my desk and pored over the books for
the next three hours.
Bones was not down to lunch No
one seemed able to tell where he was,
but while strolling about the campus
after dinner / ran across a student
who said he had seen Bones going of
toward the links shortly before, and
| walked of in the direction indi.
Gated.
The old moon was riding just over a
fringe of pines when l saw a silhou-
cite loom against his face and recog-
nized in the broad shoulders of the
figure the man l was seeking. 1t was
dark where he was, and / could see
only his head and shoulders. | ap-
preached. but suddenly stopped when
within a few feet, for heard a voice
and it was Bones.
Drunk" he laughed, in a gay man
ner which did my solicitous heart
good. Why, you silly. don't you know
l never, never drink?"
We'll, sir" stammered a voice sweet
as a lark's, your conduct was sur
prisingly unconventional, and an ex-
PLANTATION is due. 'Fess up, sir"
Nothing much to explain" replied
| Bones. We were rehearsing the
drinking song in Faust for the class
mans play
But why rehearse under the trees
on the campus, and at such an un.
seemly hour?" she persisted. why
did you not use the auditorium, as
sane people would?"
oh" laughed Bones, the janitors
were sweeping in the auditorium
There was kind of rustic then,
which the breeze was in no wise &C.
countable for, and a subdued smack,
and stole away.
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1903-06-30
In Frexa,s Garden.
! Freya's fragrant garden
he souls Of babes unborn

In Freya's fragrant garden
The souls OF babes unborn.
That Time has dared not harden
By LIES chill. glimmering morn,
Slumber and laugh and play.
There. amid cool. long grasses,
By sounds Of rushing streams.
For them the summer passes.
From dreams to happy dreams,
Nor changes any day.
Strange, snowy blossoms falling
Crown every golden head.
There is no sad recalling
OF joyous days long dead.
For there no Past is known;
No hours by them are numbered.
No Future makes them fear.
No sin that long has slumbered
Cries out until they hear,
And claims them for its own.
Freya, mild-eyed and queenly,
Passes from each 10 each.
Greeting each soul serenely,
Yet has no need for speech,
For each child understands.
And as by each she fingers
They gaze in her fair face,
And their soft baby fingers
Are drawn by her calm grace
To clasp her mother hands.
Life's messenger some morning,
The lady-bird. draws nigh.
And without sign or warning
Toward some soul must fly
And light on lips or brow:
Out from the green recesses
1t needs must follow then,
Leave Freya's warm caresses
For the rough walks of men
1t had not known till now.
Leveson Cover
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1903-06-30

but understood, and the matter was
tacitly acknowledged.
Bones was silent, and l said moth.
ing for several moments. Then on a
sudden impulse l snatched my hat and
made for the door.
Where's you going?" growled
Bones.
See you later" l retorted. and sped
down the hall at double-quick, heading
for the ladies' dormitory across the
campus.
The matron took my card up and
presently returned, directing me to
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1903-06-30

and that is a frequent cause Of death.
Some settle down on plantations. 9th
ers drink too much of our rum"
And the rest, suppose said the
reporter. ARE shot in battle"
Perhaps" said the pacifco. at
might be. But it is many years since
| heard of a well authenticated case.
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1903-06-30
orphans Benefit hx VIII

John Summers, an old hotel keeper
of ST Paul, who suddenly died few
days ago. bequeathed two-thirds of
his estate, amounting to about $780,
zoe, to the Protestant orphan asylum
without condition of any sort, the re-
naming one-third going to his widow.
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1903-06-30
Statesman Is a Car conductor.

Boston has street car conductor,
John F. Hoar. who is a member of
the common council He is noted for
his politeness TO the passengers who
ride on his car and they talk of send
ing him to the legislature in the fall.
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1903-06-30
Noah,s Advancement.

at has interested me much" said
the scriptural literalist, ito speculate
on how Noah arranged al those mis-
cellaneous animals in the ark"
We'll" replied the cheerful idiot,
'.he probably arranged the crocodiles
in tears and the jungle beasts in
lairs"
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1903-06-30
She Was Never ouiet

do you love me stil?" asked the
bride, as the honeymoon began to
wane.
How can 1 tell?' growled the man
who had been elected freight-payer of
the matrimonial trust.
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1903-06-30
Pataqonians Are DYING Out.

DR.. Julius Boeckelmann. German
physician and scientist. who went to
Patagonia eight years ago to study
the conditions of the country, says the
Patagonians will be extinct in a few
years.
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1903-06-30
wiIIinu sacriHce.

viii Change-Tm thinking of tax
ing a wife.
Henry Peck-You can take mine.
and welcome
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1903-06-30
English and Welsh surnames.

There are about 10000 different sur
names in England and Wales. or one
for $50 inhabitants
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1903-06-30
NEW YORK THE CENTER
OF PATRIOTIC INTR IGUE

That City the Real Home Of the South American and
West Indian Revolution - Cen Sandoval Typical
Professional Hero
The Western news. [volume] (Stevensville, Mont.) 1890-1977, 1903-07-01
A Good Man Gone.

j. Landram died late last
Wed. uight at his home in Ste
vensv. The end came peacefully
after a long, brave struggle against
the inroads of cancer. He had
sought relief at the hands of the
most eminent specialists in New
York and other large cities OF the
country, but in vain. The funeral was
held Thursday afternoon under the
auspices of the Odd Fellow and
Workmen lodges. A large concourse
of friends followed the remains to the
last resting place.
Mr.. Landram was 81 years of age
and was born in Pike county, Mo. He
fought gallantly on the Confederate
side during the civil war, rising to the
rank of lieutenant. He came to the
Bitter Root in 1875 and in 1877 was
chosen captain of a company formed
at Stevensville for defense against
Chief Joseph and his band of Nez
Perces. He was Rawallicounty's first
treasurer and tried and trusted lead
er of the Democratic party of this
county for IS ye&rs. He is survived
by his wife and two daughters, Mrs.
Chas. H. Buck and Miss Eta.