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The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1905-07-15

AT the belated Fourth of July dinner in Lon
don, Lord Lansdowne said that "among the great
statesmen of America ! do not know of any one
who holds greater fascination for Englishmen
than President Roosevelt" Kaiser Wilhelm's adula-
ton was rever 50 cute as this. In prose or in po
etry, the German emperor never got the English
grip on the word Fascination"
The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1905-07-15

The mutineers aboard the battleship Kniaz
Potemkine surrendered to the Roumanian authori-
ties rather than take chances of being captured
and hanged by the Russians. How different it
would be if the Fenians had Kniaz Potemkine
when 0'Neil invaded Canada
The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1905-07-15

Five tribes of the FIathead nation are holding
big pow-wow on the reservation near Missoula.
Mont Spurred on by the squaws beating tom-toms
and cheered by white well as Indian maidens
kaootie Dorsoe danced twenty hours without mo-
ment's cessation then fell over dead Sometimes
an Indian is a bigger fool than a white man
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In Montana, Idaho, Colorado Wyoming, Nevada and
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and business men advertise in the paper All sub
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The house in which Juliet is said to have lived
and in which She received Romeo, was last week
sold at auction at Rome for $4,000 Where was
Senator Clark of Montana when the bidding was
going on! rare curio like that romantic house
would give TO Columbia Gardens, outside Butte an
esthetic advantage over the ordinary Lovers
Walk"
The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1905-07-15

The doorstep TO sin is tobacco smoke" So
declared Robert L. Reamy to the Epworth league
IN session at Denver Evangelical ministers cast
ing about for material to construct a theological
doorstep, need look no longer. The evil that con-
descendingly trips the sinner is-tobacco smoke!
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Over the wire comes this short paragraph:

Walter Kittredge, poet, and author of 'Tenting
on the Old Camp Ground" died at his home at
Reeds Ferry. n H., of old age
If DR.. Osler ithe prefix should be kid" instead
OF "Dr) lives to be 60, and in the meantime writes
anything worth remembering, then he might
be forgiven for advising the chloroforming of all
men past 60 years of age-like Walter Kittredge,
for example
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THE NTERnoUNTAN COLORADO CATHOLIC. IS, 1905.

in business TO ever again get enough money to
square his creditors. Devlin's is exception;
but it is also another example of the peril of plac
ing too many irons in the fire. healthy, contented
laborer is worth dozen invalid millionaires.
The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1905-07-15

In old age we see our folhes; moments too fire.
quently given to deving after illusions. In youth
we see only sunshine whose glitter bedims our fore
sight Look ever with farseeing eye for the gilt
ter shields IN many instances the darker cloud
from our view,
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people would let acrimonious politics alone and
join together for such an end, Butte could outstrip
any city in the intermountain west
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Sacred Heart Academy, Ogden, Utah.
The Irish standard., 1905-09-09
GAMBLING
WITH FATE
By WILLIAM WALLACE COOK
Author OF "rhe Gold Cleaners: A Story Of
the Cyanide Tanks. Why's Dan,"
ellis Friend the Enemy. Rogers
Of Butte" ETC., Etc.
Copyright, 1908. by William Wallace Cook
CHAPTER Nlu.-CoNr1Srrp.


Hardly were they in their chairs
when a white-aproned waiter came up
for their order.
Nothing" said Darrell, shortly.
whisky" said Lenyard, with almost
savage Impotence. The waiter went
away. Now" he resumed, surveying
Darrell with supreme distrust, you can
go on. The quicker you're through and
the quicker leave you the better I'll
like it,
Mrs. Gorton and Miss Avery" said
Darrell. plunging at once into the mat
ter, came to me in Anaconda a month
ago with letter from an eastern man
asking my aid in an important mat
ter"
He paused. The waiter came up, set
down the whisky and water and Len
yard flung him his pay.
The waiter left With quick move
ment Darrell leaned over, caught up the
whisky and swallowed it at gulp. A
muttered exclamation escaped the
young mans lips and he started an
grily to rise.
"Sit down." ordered Darrell, looking
sQuarely into the young mans eyes.
Lenyard returned the look deflantly,
but sank mutely back into his chair.
I'm the one who needs the whisky,
not you," resumed Darrell, calmly
Mrs. Gorton and her niece are look
ing for Miss Avery's father, who left
New York five years ago. Mr.. Avery
has not been heard FROM in any way,
for more than year. The latest in
formation secured by Miss Avery
places her father in Sandy Bar; it
! came to her indirectly"
This bit Of news had strange eff
feet on Lenyard. He whitened and a
gasp escaped his lips
Then there's no doubt" he NUT
tered, huslSily, absolutely no doubt"
barrels glittering eyes riveted them
selves on the youths face.
'No doubt of WHAT" he asked, in a
compelling voice.
"Why," answered Lenyard. slowly,
there was a man killed in this camp
| of Sandy Bar a month ago and there
| were letters in his pocket-letters and
other things that went to prove that
| he was other than he seemed"
"Who did he seem to be and who
| was he in reality?"
HE seemed to be a gambler named
! Jack Sturgis. Now. from what YOU
tell me, know that the other proof
| was conclusive. His real name was
| Ezra Avery"
"Ah!" muttered Darrell. resting his
face modify on his hand.
| God help mel" whispered the pal
lid Lenyard. Il had never seen Avery
and did not know him as Sturgis.
\ Right here in this room he all but
ruined me. AS a result of a game /
had with him l might have lost my
life. but as 1t CHANGED Avery lost his.
oh. Elise. Elise!"
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were a large number OF the local

were a large number OF the local
clergy.
Tipperary.
The annual meeting OF the East
Tipperary Executive OF the United
Irish League, was held at Fethard, OH
August 18th. Rev. Joseph Ryan, P.
p, Drangan, presided and there was
a large attendance. The cases OF
number OF evicted tenants were under
consideration; and the following OF
ficers were elected: Chairman, Rev.
Father Ryan; secretary, Mr.. Cum
Minis (who consented to act until
successor was appointeO; rcspresen-
tative on the Directory, Mr.. ]. ].
O'Shee, Nj. p.
Westmeath.
Owing to the manner in which the
track at Garrycastle had been cut up
by the military, while carrying out
manoeuvers there, in May last, it has
been decided to abandon the race
meeting. fixed for September nth. 1t
had been hoped, by the aid OF CO.
pious downpour OF rain, that the tracks
could have been levelled. However,
owing to the prolonged dry weather,
this was found to be impossible, and
nothing remained but to abandon the
racing fixture.
Waterford.
Mr.. Francis Jacob, of the firm OF
Jacob Brothers, Quay, Waterford, died
suddenly, at Tramorc, on the evening
OF August 18th.
The death OF Mr.. Robert O'Leary
occurred OH August 10Th, at his resi-
dence, Tramore The deceased, who
had reached the fine old age OF IS
years, had been sixty-fve years i'll
business, and i'll 1876 established the
now well-known firm OF R. O'Leary &
Co., Barron-strand street, Waterford
Wicklow.
On the afternoon OF August 18th,
during ball practice manoevers at
Donard Camp, two private soldiers,
named O'Reilly and Williams, of the
East Lancashire Regiment, were &C
cidentally shot dead. 1t appeared that
rifle firing was being carried out, at
the range at Donard Hill, by detacl,-
ments OF the Lancashire Regiment,
and the usual lookout was being kept
to prevent persons from approaching
too near; when, for some unaccount-
able reason, some soldiers OF the same
regiment, who were nanoevering in
the locality, were allowed within range
with the above result. O'Reilly was
shot through the head, and Williams
through the breast.
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thoroughbred villain, If there ever
was one. Now that l have set you
right concerning Darrell I'd like to
know if you have finished your talk
with me?"
II haven't yet touched upon the mat
ter that spurred me on to seek an in
terview. There is misunderstanding
between you and Elise Avery, is there
not?"
That is-none of your affair, Mr.. Nc
Cloud" was the sharp and threaten
ing answer.
You defend this gambler, Darrell,
for interfering in love affair and now
you question my right to trench upon
a subject of the same kind"
1T is not the same kind and you are
not Darrell" The young man got up.
"Is that all?"
1t would not have been all had not
barrels gaze encountered a familiar
figure just entering the door. A tall,
square-shouldered man with sloe-
black eyes and overhanging brows.
THAT will be all for now, Mr.. Len
yard" said Darrell. He did not deign
the youth another glance. but watched
the tall man with cat-like intensity.
"You may be done with me, Mr.. Nc
Cloud" said Lenyard, leaning across
the table, but I'm not done with you. "
With this enigmatical remark Len
yard walked away. The tall man
peered around the room. caught sight
of Darrell and advanced upon him will,
slow elaboration. barrels hand
dropped beside him into his coat
pocket
One, two, three, four-Darrel counted
the tall mans steps as he crossed the
room. Presently he was at the table,
looking down at the man in the chair.
"You will come with me, McCloud,' -
said the tall man. at last. His blacl,
eyes seemed to burn as they looked into
barrels. you will come with me-"
Very we'll, Mr.. Murgatroyd."
Murgatroyd turned slowly and
walked away. Nate Darrell following
him.
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Perfection.

I plucked a purple pansy-
Twas beautiful to see;
Its little face seemed filled with life
And gently smiled on HE.
| would not tear one petal,
| felt the wondrous charm;
A sweet faced purple pansy,
"All. who could do you harm?"
l locked across the distance
Against the dark ming sky,
And saw the great tall mountains
Where heavy clouds passed by.
Majestic in their outline.
And wonderful to see,
Their greatness brought stiffness.
a reverence DER me.
For in this velvet pansy
Now slowly fading there,
| saw the same perfection
The self-samc holy care
That fashioned the great mountains
In all their mighty grace
The Hand that wrought their splcndo
Marked we'll the pansy's place.
The humble and the mighty
Receive an equal love;
Each shares the kind protection
Oh One who reigns above.
The life OF each is perfect
In low or lofty place.
The God who raised the mountains.
Wrought out the pansy's face.
Kathleen A. Sullivan, in New World
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", -vcv@>sMExGv.
WITH THE POETS
"Nearer to Thee.

"Nearer to Thee.
They are singing. sweetly singing,
And the song melodiously
On the evening air was ringing;
Nearer 0 my God to Thee!"
liz my eyes the teardrops glistened
AS it stirred the twilight dim,
And I wondered as l listened
Ii it brought them nearer Him.
Where they like the wanderer, weary,
Song and lie i'll sweet accord,
Resting i'll the darkness dreary?
In that nearncss TO the Lord?
Had His spirit ever sought them
To be sighted or denied?
Had that dear song ever brought them
Closer to the Saviour's side?
[ have heard its music often,
Felt its meaning deep and sweet;
And my weary heart would soften
Singing at my Masters feet;
Nearer Thee'-oh, precious feeling!
Nearer Thee i'll gain and loss;
Nearer Thee when am kneeling
In the shadow of Thy cross!
Nearer Thee, when love, descending.
Falls i'll blessing on my head;
Nearer Thee when l am bending
Der the graves that hide the dead!
Nearer Thee i'll Joy and sorrow,
IT'S the same wherecr | roam.
Nearer Thee today. tomorrow,
O my King, my Christ. my home!
Frank l.. Stanton
The Irish standard., 1905-09-09
CHAPTER XIV.
Darrell CONTINUES HIS TALK
WITH LENYARD.

| DARRELL CONTINUES HIS TALK
| WITH LENYARD.
The young man was shaken to the
depths of his being A swift SYM
rathy surged into the look Darrell fas-
tened on him.
| II recall the occurrence" said OAR
rel, hiding his own feelings under an
assumed GOODNESS of voice and man.
ner. "Sturgis was shot by scoundreI
named Darrell"
Lenyard Strengthened his 1.-the form
in a moment.
"Darrel was no scoundrel," he re-
torted hotly.
''He was gambler. How could he
be that and not be everything else that
a man could lay tongue toy
"You shall say nothing against Oar
rel to me-" cried the young man. IL
owe him my life and my honor-he be-
friended me at time when 1t re-
CURED courage and Skill and he suf-
fered dishonor and lost his own life
because of it. DO you hear me?" Len
yards voice rose excitedly. Il will not
hear breath against him."
Very WE'LL" said Darrell, in a paci-
| ficatory tone please lower your
>ofce--you are attracting attention this
way. Circumstances all point to the
fact that Nate Darrell killed Slurgis,
as you must know
circumstances" sneered Lenyard.
"All can say is that circumstances
lie, and shall prove them lie and
He broke off sharply, the old distrust
in the look he flashed at Darrell.
81 have heard, too" persisted OAR
rel, that Darrell and Murgatroyd had
murderous feud, based upon some of
their rascally practices, no doubt"
Il have looked into that" returned
Lenyard with an obvious desire to
parry every thrust at barrels reputa-
ton. '"The rascally practices were ali
on Murgatroyd's part. Darrell. as |
happen to know, acted like an honor
able gentleman"
"YOu surprise mel"
1T is the truth, whether you are
surprised at 1t or not. Murgatroyd,
under false name, had laid his plans
to marry a young woman in Denver.
The young woman was of good family
and her father was one OF the wealth.
lest mining men in Colorado. Murga-
troyd had his eye on the money and
his schemes would have succeeded but
for Nate Darrell"
"Darrel meddled in the matter,
suppose?"
"Murgatroyd took him into the plot
and Darrell went with 1t to the girls
father"
"An informer, eh?"
"Who would not have been an in
former under such circumstances?
Murgatroyd was given "a hours to get
out Of Denver and has never dared to
go back there since. 1t was then he
swore to shoot Darrell on sight, and
he'd be equal to tiff he could"
Strange that the woman in the case
should have been taken with Murga-
troyd, in the first place. Don't you
think so? These gambling gentry
usually show what they are"
"Murgatroyd has a way with wom-
en-, and with men, too, that's hard to
understand. He's a success at gam
bling as we'll as at other lines of BUSH
boss, all through some Internal power
which he Yields over his dupes. He's
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conclusion. McCloud was known to be
stranger in that part of the coun-
try, yet he had had MurgatrOyds re-
volver and Murgatroyd, in calling OAR
rel by the assumed name. showed that
he was acquainted with the easterner.
The conjecture which swept over
Darrell with the force of supreme con-
viction was this: Murgatroyd was the
man whose uncanny powers had
worked the great Ill to Junius Mo-
Cloud.
So Darrell followed in the track of
his enemy. A crisis was at hand and
their differences were soon to be set
tied.
Not once did Murgatroyd turn and
look back, SO sure was he OF his mas
terry over McCloud. At any time dur
ing that brief walk from Hawkbill's
to the Office of the gambler Darrell
could have drawn that eb0ny-handled
revolver and pressed the trigger with
fatal effect
But such tactics were foreign to OAR
rels nature. He would meet his enc
my face to face, with no advantage on
either side.
Before turning into the hall at
Kaliper's place Darrell brushed past a
group of men, their heads together in
earnest discussion. One was the bur-
ly marshal. another was Roy Lenyard,
third was the sallow-faced clerk
whom Darrell had met in Murgatroyd's
office and the fourth was heavy-set.
well-dressed man with u small leather
case under one arm.
|, At sharp word from Lenyard the
quartette broke apart and directed
their attention at Darrell. Murgatroyd,
apparently, took no notice of his clerk.
nor of his three companions, but
passed into the building and up the
stairs to his darkened rooms. Darrell
stumbled after him. reaching the
landing as Murgatroyd unlocked the
door, pulled it open and stepped back,
an ominous figure in the gloom of the
upper hall.
Go in" said he, CURLY.
Darrell went in and Murgatroyd fol-
lowed, locking the door after him and
putting the key in his pocket. The
darkness was relieved by light reflect
ed through the front windows from the
street, and in the semi-g1oom Darrell
stood, silent, watchful, waiting.
There's a chair in the corner"
Murgatroyd went on; 'sit down."
The command was mutely obeyed.
Murgatroyd then lighted lamp, drew
the shades at the windows and took q
chair, fixing his dark gaze on Darrell.
A year had passed since these two
men had last parted in Denver. Be-
fore that they had known each other
well. Darrell, In returning Murga-
troyd's look, searched for some sign
Of lurking recognition, but found none.
The silence heightened and Darrell
swept his glance about the room. The
clerks desk, with its litter of papers,
the patchwork and door of the vault
which served Murgatroyd in lieu of
bank, a tall mineral cabinet against
the WALL its topmost shelf supporting
q large block of "Galena' ore. Heavy
The Irish standard., 1905-09-09
One of Many.

Stranger-That old man on the enrA
ner selling papers can sign . cheek
for 10000 any day this week
Eazyun-If that's the case, VIM
doesn't he quit selling papers!
Simply because he couldn't get tn
check cashed after he had signed It,
Cincinnati Enquirer.
The Irish standard., 1905-09-09
The Old Story.

The Old Story.
His hair was red, his stature short,
His freckles far from dim;
The neighbors all remarked, Good
land!
What could she see in him."
Yet this is how it came about
She went to Cupid's shop
And told exactly what she wished
Without a single stop.
"A man of fully six feet two,
With hair of raven wave;
A noble brow, Samson's strength,
The bravest of the brave"
The graceless clerk then shook his
head,
AS every salesman should,
Cali out OF that" he said, "but here
Is something just as good"
The little chap was sent next day;
The neighbors cry with vim:
"Now what on earth do you suppose
She ever saw in him."
New York Sun.
The Irish standard., 1905-09-09
At Home.
To be in Ireland!

TO be in Ireland!
Where all roads lead to Tir ma n-Og-
The shining land OF fadeless youth
Where cabins fringing the midmost
bog
Are homes OF beauty, shrines OF
truth,
OF songs wildswect and sayings sooth
OF ireland.
Sure, each esteems his brother first,
And none need hunger, none need
thirst.
Mo bhron! to be in Ireland!
To live in Ireland!
Where dew-soft twilight woos the
Night
For sake OF the star-glint, tender,
And girleen Dawn, wild-cycd, flower
bright,
Makes shy, sweet love to hill-peaks
blue;
Ali, rose had never tint of rue
In Ireland!
Sure. many river, fancy free,
Bounds bluely, bligftly to the sea;
Mo stor! to live in ireland!
To roam i'll Ireland!
Where silvern love-bclls swing and
chime,
And Beautys self calm coy,
HES to the field at milking time,
While Cupid struts in corduroy;
It's oh! to be farmers boy
In Ireland
Sure, every fancy pipers play
"Ah, love! dear lovc!' at dawn of day;
Mo nuar! to roam in ireland!
TO die in ireland!
To tread the trackless leagues OF foam
Back TO the. dew-wet shamrock
sward-
My hearts desire-a last, long home
In quiet nook OF the old church.
yard,
Where willows murmur and elms deep
guard,
In Ireland.
Sure, wind-croon wailcth evermore
Remembered ones who have crossed
DEATHS door.
Ochon! to die in Ireland!
The Irish standard., 1905-09-09
CHAPTER XIV.

BARRELS FIGHT WITH MJ1RGA-
TROYD.
Darrell was a man of quick wit
Following the cards whets a mans fac
ulties and makes them keen and alert
In Il second his mind had explored
the depths of Murgatroyd's singular
action and had evolved a startlint
The Irish standard., 1905-09-09
The Martyrs Of compiegne.

In July, 1898, the Carmelites Of
Compiegne wcre taken to Paris to
await their fate The whole community
OF sixteen religious, and their priorcss,
who was over eighty, at their head,
were led together to the guillotinc. AS
they left the doors of the Conciergcric
they began to chant the Salve Regina,
and continued singing as they went
along the streets. The strain never
ceased till the head of the last had
fallen under the axe. Able de La
marcfc, standing i'll his disguise at the
foot Of the scaffold, as each daughter
OF ST. Teresa assembled the fatal steps,
gave her the last blessing, thus COM
plotting his faithful service as chaplain
OF the Carmeltes Of Compiegne.
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The doors OF the prison open
And forth 'twixt the armed line,
The gentle Daughters of Carmel,
Loved Of the Spouse Divine;
Singing our Lady's praises,
In the anthem of hope and love,
The beautiful "Salve Regina"
To their heavenly browning move.
No quaver OF cowardice weakens
The charm of the holy strain,
Their voices rising and blending,
Breathe Of no dread of pain,
AS singing our Lady's praises,
Our Lady's daughters pass,
Where the streets OF the blood-stained
Are thronged with surging mass.
Mad with the more than drunken
Revel i'll human gore,
Satcless, and, in its fury,
Ever craving for more;
Deaf to its ribald testing,
Deaf to its jccring cries,
The meek nuns pause where the guillo-
tine
Is waiting the sacrifice.
Calmly they mount the scaffold,
And, one by one, they go
Where the keen blade downward flash
ing
Bids the blood of the martyrs flow;
But not unblessed in their passing,
A priest of God is near,
Breathing the "Te Absolvo,"
That banishes earthly fear.
And not till the knife has stricken
The last of the virgin train,
Are the notes OF the holy anthem,
That chcered their path Of pain,
Through death unto life eternal,
The crown of their hearts desire,
flushed upon earth to blend for aye
With the hymns Of the Angel choir.
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