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The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1904-06-07
Medical Bubbles.

Doctors have invented a new form
of bubble. Neuralgia, sciatica and ium-
bago are known to be affections of the
ends of the nerves which lie just un-
der the skin of the painful region. It
has been discovered that by injecting
air under the skin the ends of the
nerves are heightened and the pain re-
lieved. The bubble of air is pressed
by the fingers and caused to move
about until all parts are relieved. In
~dislocations. fractures and bruises the
same treatment has given relief.
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1904-06-07
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tiously. at will be rather pleasant
than otherwise. I'm to play tourist
you know"
Probably eight or ten days."
Mrs. Bozeman thought a few mo-
ments and then said abruptly: Ellen
can come and stay with the children
I'll go with you"
"But, my dear" demonstrated Boze-
man, that would be impossible"
"Why?"
"Well-er-a trip Of that sort, you
know-a business trip"
81 thought you were going to play
tourist"
$50 / am, but-er-well, you know,
eff you get into a suspicious crowd OK
rough men and they drop to the TACT
that you"
civilian Bozeman," said his wife,
impressiVely, sis there-put down that
paper now and look at me-is there
not =
go-with-you? If there is, tell it to
me now without any beating about the
bush"
Bozeman does not lack presence OF
mind in the face of ordinary emer-
gencies, but her eye was upon him
and seemed to search his soul. He
laid down his paper and in%voluntarily
wiped his forehead with his table nap
kin.
why no, my dear" he stammered,
there's no reason. If you would like
to come I'll be glad to have you"
"Then that's settled" said Mrs
Bozeman, shortly.
Bozeman does not yet see his way
out of the tangle.
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1904-06-07
THE OASIS.

Gentlemen" spoke up Andy, who
is somewhat of an orator, latter u
long and weary pilgrimage across the
parched deserts of Alabama, under
the glare of the burning August sun,
we draw nigh to the oasis where even
now our faithful emissary is about to
convey to US the cooling water
ahemi-to Stake our thirst. HurrahI
Here he comes, and in his arms
Just then the engine bell sounded
and without further warning the train
began to move. The startled porter
made a dash for his car. AS he
crossed the siding he tripped and the
two dozen bottles went flying over the
ties and rock ballast. Not one SUR
vived the catastrophe.
Boys" said Andy, sorrowfully, an
he turned from the window, after ALI
1t was only a mirage"
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1904-06-07
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her. The young man started IN an,
was about to follow her when one OF
the other passengers touched him ON
the arm.
Don't forget your parcels" he said.
The man turned and began hastily to
gather them up, but suddenly stopped
with an exclamation, and then SAT-
down. looking excessively foolish.
Did you find your own?" asked the
friendly passenger.
YES" owned the man, holding II un
Don't that beat your time! Well
say, she must have thought I was trv.
Ing to bunko her. l wonder what she
did have In hers. When she wouldn4
tell l@made sure she was trying To
bluff me-"
Maybe she didn't like to tell" han
arded the friendly passenger.
The man was turning the Marco,
oyer in his hands. Presently he seemed
to notice something peculiar about n
He looked closer. Then he said
~Hello!"
What is it now?"
"Hanged if this is my parcel afte-
all She's got mine n I've cot
hers" CfEA eSss
II don't see how she's going 10, keer 4
you from finding u what's in II I" saia 4
the friendly passenger.
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1904-06-07
Shadow Pantomime.

An entertainment hat any smart
boy or girl may arrange, with very lit
tie needed in the way of material, is
the Shadow Pantomime. Stretch a
sheet across the folding doorway of a
double parlor or wherever a curtain
for theatrical performances could go.
Behind it at the back of the stage put
a lamp. The side where the audience
sits is left dark. Now the play may
begin. The lamp casts shadows on
the sheet, which are big or little ac-
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1904-06-07
THE PRODIGAL'S RETURN.
COpyrleht. lOOa. BY Dally stOry Pub. COB
BY R. c. PITzER.

father, perhaps he'll let you go ever
after awhile"
Father doesn't want me to CO."
Mary looked at the old gentleman,
who winked portentously. A ripple Of
amusement ran over her face.
Hello" called VIII, here's a
buggy. They might let us have our
first meal alone, anyhow. Who's COM
ing?"
Mary and her father glanced at
each other. "Oh," said the former.
"that's-that's a new friend whom we
expect to dinner. You'll like her, VIII.
She's as pretty"
"Mary!" Numbered the farmer.
Mary laughed and ran from the room.
Come here, WILL" his father con.
tinued. you'll have to learn about
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1904-06-07
Feathers From a Handkerchlef.

Feathers From a Handkerchief.
A clever trick performed with large
plumes, such as are worn by officers.
Take off your coat and lay the plumes
along your arm, the stems being to-
ward your hand. Now put on your
coat again, and the feathers will lie
quite smoothly and unsupported. Bor-
row a handkerchief from one of the
spectators and wave it about to show
that it is empty, Throw it over your
left arm, and with the right draw
out n of the plumes from up the coat
sleeve, at the same time giving it a
flourish in the air, which win loosen
all the fbres of the feather and make
it appear much too large to have
been concealed about the person.
Wave the handkerchief again, and
repeat the operation until all the
plumes are gone You can carry
enough plumes under the sleeve to
cover a table, with, and if you pre-
pare a board or an ornament vase full
Of holes you can place the plumes up
right as you take them out.
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1904-06-07
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The one plfflcultv.

'HC OuC GilllSulbJs
III things were as we wish they we're.
What blisses would awakei
It's wondrous what a difference
such little things can make.
This earth. on all the heavenly map,
Would be the finest star
IL things were as we wish they were,
Instead of as they are.
We'd have no wintry blasts to chill
The fragile fiowret's smile;
Life would its promises fulfill
And hopes would ne'er beguile.
The universe, from year to year,
Would run without a Jar.
II things were as we wish they were,
Instead of as they are. :
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1904-06-07

cording to their distance from the
light. Jumping over the light will
make it look as though the performer
had disappeared by jumping through
the ceiling. Chairs and other objects
may be made to appear or disappear in
he same way. The actors should
keep their profile turned to the audi
ence as much as possible.
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1904-06-07
An ORIGINAL Reporter.

The Deer Isle Messenger has no
hackneyed social reporter on its staff.
This is the way he reports a recent
marriage: Charles A. Scott anne
home Saturday, slipped his head into
the matrimonial halter and left again
Monday, taking his bride with him.
Here's wishing the couple many years
Of happiness"
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1904-06-07

AS the train pulled into the lttl =
town, George, with three silver dollaN :
clutched in his hand, was located on
the lower step ready to make a dash
Near at hand stood a one-story frame
structure with a sign reading:
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1904-06-07

gone tomorrow. Don't like him, but
reckon wen have to patch it Hp
sometime"
wins face fell, but he was deter
mined not to cross any of his fathers
whims. so he turned toward a win
dow without replying. Then Mary
came in. Ss,
"You dear boy" she said, now you
look like my brother Will. You're
thinking Of Florence, l know. Per-
haps-" with a sly glance ct her
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1904-06-07
A Match Puzzle.
A Match Puzzle.
E83
Fig. L. Fig. 2.
Fig. /.

Here is a puzzle. Put twenty-four
matches to form nine squares, as
shown in the left hand figure. Now
take away eight matches so as to
leave two squares. The solution will
be found in the right hand figures.
Much +aIIr ,aoov Ito.
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1904-06-07

the farm, and | reckon that now's as
good a time as any to begin in"
VIII left the window, and the old
gentleman entered into a statement
regarding the stock, talking in an un-
necessarily loud tone, Will thought.
But after all, he paid little attention
to that. He caught a glimpse of a
face in the buggy. Could it be true?
But no, his imagination had been at
fault, of course. Yet, that face
Somebody's in the parlor," Mary
announced, land would like to see
Will"
Her brother took a step forward
and turned white to the lips. Not"
he said, not"
go and see," she answered, and
then, plying his forlorn look, added:
Its all right, dear; don't be afraid.
VIII went forward with a beating
heart. The hall seemed Of intermin-
able length, and when he reached the
parlor he was trembling violently. A
woman stood by the window.
"Florence!" he cried.
"Oh, WIFI"
Look here, you r~apscallion." it was
the farmers voice, get off that or Ill
let Tow loose on you"
"Eh?" he cried, starting up con-
fusedly. ,aee,
Get out of that! / won't have
tramps around my housed" The farm
er shook his fist across the fence at
him.
"Why-why, fatheri". gasped Will,
a."
Get out, or I'll let Towz loose"
"Wow-wow-wow," Towz chimed in.
"Gosh," the tramp muttered,
guess l must "a gone to sleep. ALI
right, mister, I'll git; only, hold ON
to the dogl"
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1904-06-07
FLAGS OF SPAIN AND PORTUGAL.

Much talk, a lies.
The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1904-06-07

father. perhaps he'll let you go over
after awhile"
Rosebud County news. [volume] (Forsyth, Mont.) 1901-1906, 1904-08-04

constantly from the dead soil, work
ing into the pores of his skin and
parching his mouth and throat as he
laJ and listened to his own heart
beats and the awful silence.
Evidently the gully had been Sc
lected as leading in the direction he
wished to take, for finally he rose
to a crouching posture and began to
move up it's course, walking almost
swiftly, though with still Bonded
back. where it was deep and the sage
bush hung over it, and crawling
again where it grew shallow and Law
open to the sun. In this way, after
an hour of toll, he reached a mass of
boulders, around which the gully
bent, and here he raised himself in
the deep shadows on the side farthest
from the mountains he had watched
50 intently before he began his jour.
ney and darted suddenly under the
overhanging ledge, where the water
had worn away the softer rock, and
hid again in hollow as before.
Then followed hours of strange
toll. At times the man lay fiat on
the hot plain and dragged himself
along. taking minutes to move his
own length. so that any one watching
would have needed keen and steady
eye to be certain that he moved at
all. Then, in friendly gully, he
moved faster. with the crouching
posture of the morning. and even
once. where the great boulders stood
like the ruins of an ancient city, he
almost ran through the black shad-
ows OF what seemed once to have
been a street, only throwing himself
down to crawl where an open place.
like a cross street, let in the unwel-
come sunlight.
The perspiration had ceased to
flow, for every drop of moisture was
burned from his body. The CRIME
stood on his face in dry patches: his
eyes were red and bloodshot; his
tongue hung from his mouth. and
even the hot stones had ceased to
burn his flesh, so hot had it become
in his fierce struggle under that W.
tempered sun.
IN the early afternoon, he stopped
10 rest in the shaded hollow of
boulder. and suddenly, as he looked
TO the ground, his face blanched un-
der its coating of CRIME. A broken
sage bush told where a foot had
passed! This man had reached q
point where signs of humanity were
more terrible than the death that
surrounded him on every handi He
looked again, and the pallor became
Rosebud County news. [volume] (Forsyth, Mont.) 1901-1906, 1904-08-04

A land so desolate that magma
ton might not picture it; the surface
alternating in gray and red, where
the disintegrated line and sandstone
lay side by side without mingling; a
soil too coarse for vegetation, hard
with the baking of a burning sun.
and worn into ridges, where the
spring torrents from, the melting
snow of the mountains had eaten
away the softer earth. In scattered
clumpss gray sage-seeming in its
ltfeless dryness rather a part of the
dead soil than living growth from
1t. Here and there cleaned white in
the sunshine masses of bleached
bones of cattle-perhaps of men
who had wandered there and died.
The vast plain that stretched, dead
waste, to the mountains which hung
like banks Of mists on the edge of the
horizon. was broken by hideous
masses of red sandstone, gigantic.
water-worn into curious shapes by
the floods of aged untold. Here, one
stood isolated, in the form of
crouching animal ready to spring;
there, they lay along the plain, as if
hugo lizards had been suddenly
turned to stone. Again, one lowered
like pillar, carved with strange de-
vices of forgotten people, and yon-
der, in masses and groups and rows.
they seemed the ruins of some vast
city, whose streets and squares must
have echoed to busy feet hundreds
thousands of years ago. Not tree
in the vast plain, but over all a sky
without cloud, and a sun, not yet
at the meridian, that burned with
more than trOpic heat.
Suddenly, in the very center of this
horror OF desolation, appeared a man.
He was crouching in the water-worn
hollow of one of the biggest rocks.
covering in its blacklist shadow and
gazing off across the wide plain to
the dim mist that told where the
mountains lay. There was hag-
gard, hunted look in his face, and
when in the deep stiffness, unbroken
by the hum of locust or the buzz
OF beetle, bit of sandstone
dropped from the great bCulders. he
shivered as with fear and drew deep.
er into the shadow of the followed
rock.
After some minutes. he seemed to
gather courage and suddenly dropped
from his rock-shelter. fiat upon the
ground, still, however. within the
shadows of the great boulder. Then
he raised his head and again gazed
away toward the mountain. It was
as II he felt that the mountain had
eyes and was watching the great
plain. on which anything that moved
would be seen through the clear air
Rosebud County news. [volume] (Forsyth, Mont.) 1901-1906, 1904-08-04

moro terrible, with the set terror o:
despair. He recognized the spot
wnere ne had rested in the morning
ana from which he had crawled to
the nrst gully! It was his foot that
nad broken the sage bush. and all
these hours Of superhuman toll had
awaited only to bring him back to
MS starting point! Then he rose
erect, no longer creeping, no longer
sKulking. but upright. as God meant
man to walk. and took the direction
IN which lay the mist that was q
mountain.
Hours passed again! The sun had
almost touched the top of the noun.
tains, which now rose huge and dark
before the man who dragged on and
on, over the dead plain, with purple
race and swollen hands and feet.
nlled with but one thought, conscious
OF but one wish, to reach the shelter
OF the mountains, and there to find
water. and. drinking, perchance to
die.
Long shadows ran out to meet
him; q cooler air from the mountain
heights touched his brow. In gull
~, high up among the ragged pines,
ne caught & sheen of light, where the
last sun rays struck falling stream.
Suddenly. from behind a great boul-
der, horseman barred the way, the
Dr1dle-rein hanging loose, short rifle
at his shoulder, aimed at the hunted
mans heart. The fugitive stopped,
his weary head dropped, and with his
swollen hand he made the sign of
the Cross on brow and breast Then
came the sharp, quick ring of the
rifle. and the man fell, with arms
outspread, and with a single groan
lay dead, himself making the sign |
of the Cross on the dead plain. The |
horseman adjusted his rifle across his |
gave one glance at the dead |
body, to make sure that his aim had |
been true, and rode away into the |
depths of the mountains.
Rosebud County news. [volume] (Forsyth, Mont.) 1901-1906, 1904-08-04
Important to Mothers.
Choice of Words.

II see," remarked the man who
reads the foreign papers, that the dear
old Baroness Burdett-Coutts has just
celebrated her ninetieth birthday, and
that reminds me that it was at !. one
time, years ago, of course, currently
reported that the great duke of Well
ington wanted her for a wife. When
this rumor reached the hero of Water.
loo he made this comment:
what said was that Miss ANGELA
Burdett-Coutts deserved to be Ouch
ess. did not say that would make,
her one.'
"Of course this reply was carried
back to the lady in question. Said
she:
:" I think his grace should have said
could" instead of would. - '-Phila-
delphia Press.
Rosebud County news. [volume] (Forsyth, Mont.) 1901-1906, 1904-08-04
On the Wrong Side.

Miss Elsie Whelan, the Philadelphia
girl who is to marry Robert Goelet has
an alert and humorous mind.
A Philadelphia said recently that
Miss Whelen i'm her childhood Was re-
peatedly urged by her governess to-
exercise.
Nothing" the governess said one
day, lis so good for the young as an
abundance of exercise in the open air,
Miss Elsie. The youths of Rome, you
will remember; swan three times
across the Tiber every morning be-
fore breakfast.
The little girl laughed.
well, why are you amused?'" said
the governess.
II was thinking" said Miss whelen,
that the youths Of Rome must have
left their clothes on the wrong bank
at the end Of their swim."-New York
Tribune.
Rosebud County news. [volume] (Forsyth, Mont.) 1901-1906, 1904-08-04
"Access on Pronoun,"

TWO negro women boarded a Penn
sylvania avenue car at Seventh street
One was a large, dark-skinned woman
f1ashily dressed; the other was small
yellow woman, wearing modest
gown.
The women were discussing a mu
tual friend, Mr.. jerks. The large wo
man spoke in loud tones and pro-
nounced the name of the man as
though it were spelled J-i-n-k-s. 1t
was evident from the expression on
the face of the smaller woman that
she was annoyed by the loud talking
and mispronunciation of her friend.
Finally she protested:
"You speak of Mr.. jerks as though
his name were spelled with an l.
instead of an e."
ooh, yes" the large woman ex.
claimed, Il perceives you puts the &C.
cess on the prOnOun. Washington
Times.
Rosebud County news. [volume] (Forsyth, Mont.) 1901-1906, 1904-08-04
WAS HAPPIER IN HADEs.
John Had No Desire to Return to
lovino SPOUSE.

John Had No Desire to Return L
Loving Spouse.
Sriritualism," said Gov. Aycock oil
North Carolina, sis a marvellous thing
used to know a widow who thought
she would look into it little. She
visited medium, and the man greed
for IS to give her some conversation
with her dead husband.
He put the lights cut and fell into
a trance, and suddenly a dim, pale
shape appeared in the furthest, black.
est corner of the room.
Are you my husband? Are you
John?' the widow whispered, tremu.
lousy.
81 am JOHN a bass voice an.
swered..
For moment, awe-stricken, the
widow was silent. Then she said:
"'Do you forgive me for my i'll
treatment of you in life?'
4 forgive ALL replied the voice.
Are you happier than you were
when you were living?'
Much happier
Have you no desire to return
to earth?'
None whatever
Where are you, John?'
In Hades,' said the spirit
Rosebud County news. [volume] (Forsyth, Mont.) 1901-1906, 1904-08-04
Has Learned Much Of Africa.

A recent statement in the Scientific
American says that M. Chevalier, the
noted French explorer, has just re-
turned from prolonged trip through
Central Africa, where he secured a
valuable collection of interesting doc
uments and photographs of the coun-
try and it's people. A photograph.
which he took with him was the me-
dunn for obtaining records of the
languages of the various natives in
the regions which he explored. In a
course of lectures which M. Cheva-
lier is to deliver he intends to repro.
duce these records.
Rosebud County news. [volume] (Forsyth, Mont.) 1901-1906, 1904-08-04
The Land Of Long Ago.

The Land of Long Ago.
Where happy hours sleep.
Where lanSuid rivers glide,
With stately flow and deep;
Where fadeless roses blow,
And Love sits aZure-eyed.
There comes no frost. nor snow.
But balmy breezes sweep
Ger gardens fair and wide,
And slow the waters creep
Through blossoms bending low
Above the charmed tide.
How sweet to rise and GO
From ways where mOrtalS weep
From love so long denied,
To dreams that roses heap.
Where crystal waters flow,
And golden days abide.
r.; G. Coventry in English Countr,
Rosebud County news. [volume] (Forsyth, Mont.) 1901-1906, 1904-08-04
)sed In Millions Of Homes
An Exampl. Of Enterprise.

An Exampis Of Enterprise.
A well-known novelist told the fol-
lowing story the other evening, at an
author dinner:
An Irishman who had been out. of a.
Joo many weeks found in the, river
that flowed through his town the, body
or the keeper of the railroad draw
bridge. He Immediately betook him.
self to the superintendent of the, diyi-
sion and applied for the job. saying
that he had seen the body Of the for
mer keeper in the river.
Sorry" said the superintendent,
briefly, "the place has been filed. We
gave it to the man who saw him fall
in.-Harper's Weekly.
Rosebud County news. [volume] (Forsyth, Mont.) 1901-1906, 1904-08-04

into it and escape sight. Even when
he reached the sage bushes he did
not rise, but instead, crept on and
on, until he came to one of those
hldeous water-worn gullies, into
which he rolled without raising his
body from the ground.
There he lay for a time, as if ex.
pecting that the dead plain would
give some token that his caution had
been in vain. Streams of perspira.
ton rolled down his face and mixed
with the white dust that was rising
Rosebud County news. [volume] (Forsyth, Mont.) 1901-1906, 1904-08-04
Would Show Mo Mercy

Would Show No Mercy.
Hogan calling on next door neigh.
bor)-I suppose we've heard tn ILL.
CANT. classical music that's bin imy.
natin' from me residence for tn pasht
wake or so? We got wan av thin me.
chanical pianny-players on thrile.
Clancy (fiercely)-On thrile, it is!
Glory be! only visit l wor the
iudge!-Puck
Rosebud County news. [volume] (Forsyth, Mont.) 1901-1906, 1904-08-04
Sauce.

sauce.
THE impudence of that young
brother of mine!" exclaimed Mrs.
Nagget. "He just told me l was no
chicken when married YOU"
WELL" replied her unsympathetic
husband, that's true enough. You
weren't chicken, were you?"
mo, l was a goose"
Rosebud County news. [volume] (Forsyth, Mont.) 1901-1906, 1904-08-04
Why Not Also in Church?

II woman sits down in the theater
now without taking of her hat the
man behind her leans forward and
whispers in indignant protest, but
Whoever heard OF man asking the
woman in front Of him in church to
take OF her hat?-SOmerville Journal.
Rosebud County news. [volume] (Forsyth, Mont.) 1901-1906, 1904-08-04
49, IL
Ready 70 Sheet

Ready to Shoot.
me other day seven-year-oId Clar.
ence was seen climbing through the
sKyhgnt with his fathers shotgun
clutched In his chubby fst.
Clearance, come here, sir"
shrfeked the nurse. Where are you
going with that gum"
You leave me alone,~ said the
youngster. 'I'm after that stork
what brought the baby to Tommy
Browns cause we don't want one Of
them bawling kids around here
Brooklyn Life.
Rosebud County news. [volume] (Forsyth, Mont.) 1901-1906, 1904-08-04
Disqracinu Herself,

Mrs. Smartset-"For mercy's sake,
don't let me hear you talk about
books in society again."
Cultured Daughter Dear me!
Why not?"
Mrs. Strangers win
think you lave been a cash girl in
book store. New York Weekly.
Rosebud County news. [volume] (Forsyth, Mont.) 1901-1906, 1904-08-04
In a Peck Of Trouble.

Paterson Pete-I dreamt last night
dat l had a million dollars.
Stacked Oates-Did yer enjoy it!
Paterson Pete-Nit! l wuz sued fer
breach NV promise, operated on fer
appendicitis an mentioned fer de vice
presidency tore I'd even got it count
ed.-JudSe.