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Volume 6. Helena, Montana, Thursday, February 15, 1872. N o. 12

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Tw» Little It «g lies.

BY MBS. A. M. DIAZ.

Says Sammy to Dick,•‘Come hurry! Come quick!

And we’ll do and we'll do and we'll do! Our mammy’s away,She's gone for to stay,

And we ll make a great hullabaloo! Hi too ! ri loo ! loo; loo ! loo !

We’ll make a great hullabaloo!"

Says Dicky to Sam,“All weddy I ant.

To do, and to do, and to do.But how doesth It go?1 so ittle to know

Thay, what be a hullabawoo!Iti too ! ri loo ! woo ! woo ! woo !

Thay, what be a hullabawoo?"

“Oh, shimmings and bangings.And whlngings and whanging»:

And very bad mischief we’ll do! We’ll clatter and shout.And kick things about,

And that s what’s a hullabaloo!Hi too ! ri loo ! loo ! loo ! loo !

And that's what's a hullabaloo!

Slide down the front stairs !Tip over the chairs !

Now into the pantry break through ! Pull down all the tinware,And pretty things in there !

All aboard for a hullabaloo!Hi oo ! ri loo ! loo ! loo ! loo !

All aboard for a hullabaloo;

Now roll up the table,Far up as your able,

Chairs, Bof a, big easy chair too ! ' ' d th

plHow's this for a hullabaloo?

i m pIn funny old places.

1U too ! ri loo ! loo ! loo ! loo;How's this for a hullabaloo !

Let the dishes and pans Be the womans and mans:

Everybody keep still in their pews Mammy’s "own I’ll get next,And preach you a text.

Dickvl hush with your hullabaloo! Ri too ! ri loo ! loo ! loo ! loo !

Dicky ! hush with yonr hullabaloo !'

As the preacher in gown Climbed up and looked down

His queer congregation to view, Said Dicky to Sammy,“O, dere comes oar mammy !

Sc'll iMinlc for dis hullabaloo!Ri too ! ri loo ! woo ! woo ! woo !

Se’ll jtank for dis hullabawoo!

“O mammy ! O mammy !”Cried Dicky and Sammy,

“We’ll never again, certain true!"Bnt with firm step she trod To take down the roil,—

O, then came a hullabaloo !“Boohoo! boohoo! woo! woo! woo!

O, then came a hullabaloo !

On Springing Out of lied.Dr. Hull does not approve of the old doc­

trine which was formerly instilled into the minds of children—that they should spring out of bed the instant they awoke in the morning, lie says “up to eighteen years every child should be allowed to rest in lied, after the sleep is over, until they feel as if they had rather get up than not. It is a very great mistake for persons, old or young—es­pecially children and feeble and sedentary persons to bounce out of bed the moment they wake up; all our instincts shrink from it, and fiercely kick against it. Fifteen or twenty minutes spent in gradually waking up, after the eyes are opened, and in turning over and stretching the limbs, do as much good as sound sleep, because the operations set the blood in motion by degrees, tending to equal­ize the circulation ; for during sleep the blood tends to stagnation, the heart beats feebly and slow, and to shock the system by bouncing up in an instant, and sending the blood in overwhelming quantities to the heart, causing it to assume a gallop, where the instant before it was in a creep, is the greatest absurdity. This instantaneous bouncing out of bed as soon as the eyes are open will be followed by weariness long before noon.”

T he Carpenter's Dream.—A poor man was a carpenter ; and he often said to himself and others : “ If I was only rich, I wouldshow people how to give.” In his dream he saw a pyramid of silver dollars—all new, bright and beautiful. Just then a voice reached him, saying : “Now is your time.You are rich at last ; let us sec your gener­osity. So he rose from his seat, and went to the pile to take some money for charitable purposes. But the pyramid was so perfect that he could not bear to break it. He walked all around it, but found no place where lie I could take a dollar without spoiling the heap. So he decided that the pyramid should uot be broken ! and then awoke. He awoke to know liimsclf, and to sec that he would be generous only while comparatively poor.

■--------— - <«»> » m -------At a negro camp meeting the colored

preacher said : “I tell you, bludded bredren, dat de debble is a big hog, an’ one ob dese j days he’ll come along and root you all out.” ! An old negro in one of the anxious pews, j hearing tins, raised himself from the straw, i and clasping his hands, exclaimed in the j agony of his tears: “Ring, him, Lord! ringhim!” I

A C L A P O F T H U N D E R .

1 was horn dual not lioplessly deaf, so that dumbness was inevitable, hut deaf enough to lose many of the sweet sounds of Nature and music, and all conversation except what was addressed especiall to me.

I was the only child of wealthy parents, and every care was taken with my education. I was taught to speak without the nasal tone so often offensive in deaf persons. I was taught the language of the mutes and, more than that, was taught to understand what was said by tlic motion on the lips. Being natur­ally quick, I at length acquired such a dexter­ity in this last accomplishment, as often to discover wliat persons were saying at a great distance from me, and thus frequently com­prehended most amusing conversations, lienee I made it a point of honor not to re­peat anything thus learned, if it were evi­dently of a confidential nature. In this way, loo, I often learned people's opinion of me.

“That’s a pretty girl,” I would see some one say.

“Yes; what nice black eyes ? But then her nose turns up rather too much.”

Again, at a party, some stranger would ask a friend of mine,—

“ Who is that young lady?”“That is Miss Agnes Temple.”“She is very pretty. She has a lovely com­

plexion.”“Yes; but, poor thing ! she is deaf.” “Deaf ! What a pity !”“It is, indeed ; but she is a great heiress,

and so has plenty of admirers.”Sucli remarks' as these, which I caught

only too frequently, opened my eyes to what I fancied my true position. 1 was pretty, no doubt ; but then my horrible deafness would entirely prevent any man from loving me ; and firmly impressed with this conviction, I was cold and haughty in manner to any suitor who attempted to address me, always believ­ing that he sought me, not from any real af­fection for me, but only because I was an heiress.

One morning, I was intending to go to New York with my mother, to try on some new dresses just ordered at Madam Violet’s : but on coming into the breakfast-room, equip­ped for the journey, papa informed me that mamma was ill with a violent headache. I flew to her room.

“Yes Agnes, I am too sick to go with you. What can we do ?”

“Oh, I will stay at home and take care of you,” said 1, untying my hat.

“But you will not have your dress for the Boynton’s party unless you go to-day.”

“Perhaps not.”“Now I will tell you what I think,” said

mamma; “you had better go alone. I do not need any attendance; so, if you are not afraid of the trip, you had better go. Violet is always so busy, you had best not give lier an excuse for disappointing you about the dresses.”

So, after a little more talk, it was decided. Papa saw me on board the cars, and I em­barked on my first journey alone.

For awhile I had my seat to myself, and rath­er enjoyed the feeling of independence and an adventure. Then wo st opped at a station ; there was a rush of people, and a young gen­tleman coming to my place, asked—

“Is this seat engaged ?"“No, sir;” and I moved to give him a place

beside me.He was evidently a gentleman, tall, fair­

haired, with a face I thought, even then, one of the noblest I had ever looked on. Of course, however, I could not converse with a stranger, and sat with my eyes fixed on my book till the conductor roused me.

“Ticket, mum!”I looked up, then hastily glanced in my lap

neither ticket nor purse were there. I felt in my pocket—emptiness ! I gazed about me in d espair.

“ I put the ticket in my purse,” I gasped,hut the conductor had passed on impatiently.

“Perhaps I can help you find it,” said the stranger, politely.

I thanked him*. We both rose ; lie searched under the seats, and everywhere near us ; the purse was nowhere to be found.

“When did you have it last ?” asked the stranger.

“ In the depot. Papa bought my ticket, and I put it in my purse.”

“And where did you carry it ?”“It was in my pocket. Yes I am sure I

slipped it into my pocket.”“Then I am afraid it is gone.”“Yes, it must have been stolen. O dear !”

I exclaimed, in utter dismay. “That is too bad.”

Here the conductor returned, with his “ Ticket, mum,” this time rather emphatically given.

“I have lost my ticket and my purse, both,” I said. “I don’t know what I can do.”

“It is uo matter, Miss Temple,” said the man, who knew me, I presume, because I was so often on the road. “It’s all right.”

He walked away, and then the stranger turned to me again.

“May I ask if the loss of the purse will put you to inconvenience, or if you are expecting to meet friends who can supply you with money ?”

“I am expecting to meet no one,” I said, “ I only came down to go to my dressmaker's, but she will no doubt lend me some money.”

“Then you must permit me either to lend you enough for your fare to the house, or al­low me to wait upon you until you are safely there.”

It was a civility I needed only too much.I could not refuse it, yet I felt very awkardly in receiving such a sendee from a stranger.

“You hesitate,” lie said, looking earnestly at me—“But here is my card, ami if you will permit me to lend you five dollars, you can return it to my address as soon as you reach home.”

The neat pastboard bore the name of “Mr. Paul Chester,” and the sendee was offered

with such perfect delicacy that I could not refuse it ; besides, how otherwise could I hire a carriage to transport me to my destination ? And to walk was quite out of the question. I could only thank my friend in need warmly, and accept the proffered greenback.

After this, it was of course impossible not to talk with him. and discovering that we hail many mutual friends, my first shyness for want of a regular introduction soon wore away, and we were soon conversing like old acquaintances. Sitting near each other, as we did in the cars, I not only made out what he said by tho motion of his handsome, clear cut lips, but also heard, almost always, his

Sleasant toned voice. Once in the station of few York, however, I could only depend on

my eyes to tell his words. Twice it happened that I did not quite catch his meaning, and at last, when a back-driver spoke to him and he appealed to me, I had to ask,—

“ What does he say?”I saw the surprised look on Mr. Chester’s

face as lie answered, and as I took his arm to go to the carriage, I said,—

“ You thought me stupid just now; but to tell you the truth, I am quite deaf.”

Really, as I made the avowal, I felt more regret and pain from my misfortune than ever before in my life.

“ Indeed!” he exclaimed, loud enough for me to hear him. “ I should never have guessed it.”

“ No, I dare say not; but it is the unfortu­nate truth. There—I am very much obliged to you for your kindness. Good-by.”

I went off to my day of shopping with strangely mixed feelings, the handsome eye of Paul Chester haunting me every moment so entirely, that it was only a half expected em­bodiment of my thoughts to see him waiting for me at the depot.

“ I am going with you to Rushtown,” he said, “ if you will allow it. 1 have a couple of days' holiday, and I think I should like to spend them near you.”

I blushed at the words. This, then, must be real, honest admiration for me, since he could not yet know that I was an heiress ; and full of this thought, the journey was like a ride through fairyland.

This was but the beginning of Mr. Chester's devotiou to me. He spent the two days in Rusbton, and was much at our house, as my parents were grateful to him for his kindness to me. They liked him too, aud as he was in every way unexceptionable, there was no objection to bis very pointed attentions.

But as soon as 1 bad returned to my old home, aud knew that he must have heard that I was wealthy, the old demon of distrust took possession of me. I dared not believe it was real, honest love that looked out of Paul Chester’s eyes ; yet to suppose him seeking me ouly for my fortune, seemed an insult to bim ; so I vacillated miserably between hope and fear, until the ever memorable day of the pie-nic.

It was a lovely August day; Paul was spending some weeks in Rusbton, as the courts w ere adjourned, und his law business at present dull. It was just after the merry dinner was over, and I, standing a little apart from the rest; saw him approach my intimate friend, sweet Julia Robertson.

“ You look melancholy," I saw her say to him as he approached her; “ what is the matter?”

_ “ Ah, Miss Julia,” he answered, as he flung himself down beside her on the grass, “Agnes drives me wild. Sometimes she is seemingly so glad to see me, that I am almost ready to avow my love ; then again, she treats me so coldly, that I am in despair.”

I crouched lower in the shadow, and, shall I confess it? watched them eagerly, breath­lessly.

“ She is haunted with a fear that because she is deaf, no one will really love her,” said Julia.

“ Is that it? But 1 think she is the most fascinating woman I ever saw.”

“ She is very lovely; but she is very rich, you know, and it is her constant terror that she may be wooed for her wealth only."

Paul blushed crimson.“ She could not suspect mo of that. I am

not so rich as she is, but 1 have enough to place me above such suspicion.”

I felt like Hinging myself on my knees be­fore the young man w ho 1 had thus outraged, but at this moment there was a stir in the party, and Julia sprang up. There was a moment of confusion which I could not un­derstand, and then Paul was at my side.

“ It is thundering,” he said; “ it is going to rain. Quick! we must hurry to some shelter.”

But even as he spoke, the fury broke forth ; great drops of rain came down through the swaying branches, the lightning flashed al­most continually, and the thunder, swelling up from a hoarse roar, burst forth in one terrific crash that seemed to tear the heavens open, and reverberate along the frightened earth.

At that moment my senses failed me. I knew nothing more, until slowly I came to myself in what seemed thick darkness. Strong arms were around me, a warm breath fanned my cheek, aud 1 heard—yes, heard—a low voice uttering sweet words of love.

“ Agnes, my darling, my pretty one, my love!”—and then an audacious kiss was pres­sed upon my lips.

At this I roused myself.“ Where am 1?” I asked, feebly.“ Under some thick pine trees, that will

keep the rain off for awhile,” answered Paul, in what seemed to lie a fearfully loud voice. “ You tainted, and I brought you here, as the storm seems abating.”

“ Don’t speak quite so loud,” I said. “And how can you think the storm abating, w hen the rain is making such a noise?”

“ Why, it is only a faint dip now,” he answered, astonished. “ Can you hear it ?”

“ Yes,” I answered, in an ecstasy of de­light. “ I can hear the branches sway, and the wind fall. O, Paul! I can hear any­thing!”

“ Then perhaps you can hear me say that I love you,” lie said, once again clasping me in his arms.

Yes, I could bear him, though he spoke in ever so low a tone. I was cured of my deaf­ness, and I was wildly happy, for I knew that Paul loved me for myself alone.

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Character in Shoes.

Jn the New York custom trade the word “character” is usea to express a subtle sense of something super-excellent and personal in boots and shoes. No kind of cheap work or sale goods can pretend to character. Ladles’ goods have “stvle,” “shape,” or “finish,” but not character. The character of a gentleman's boot or gaiter is imparted by the maker, who cuts all the patterns used in the establishment, using lasts of bis own design. The measure is . iuvairably taken by the same person, and humored to conform to the idea of the cus­tomer. The idea of the customer and the taste of the shoemaker makes the character. The personal belongings of individuals usu­ally bear the impress and betray something of the character of the owner. In nothing is this more observable than in the fashion of dressing the feet ; not only in dress goods, but also for common use. The ministers and elders of the church of the convenanters blacken and do not polish their boots. They always wear hoots—a sensible broad-soled and wide-heeled boot. A patent leather or brightly polished, smart-looking boot, suspi­ciously broad, narrow, square, or round at the toe, would savor of levity, and a tendency to reform Presbyterianism—that is a Presbyter­ian creed where cushioned seats and organi­zed choirs are admissible. If, in cities, busi­ness men accept the creole, the Scotch or con­gress gaiter, as being dressy, cheap and con­venient, very soon the fast man displays on liis feet cloth in colors, but toned, strapped, buckled or laced—also fancy tips aud crimped vamps ; youth, age, station, pretentions or modesty, and all other traits of character or conditions of persons, are idicated by tho in­dividuality belonging to the boot or shoe worn. In the horse cars, small people with small feet invaribly cross their knees, bringing one foot high in the air and prominently m view: Ill- fitting,’or clumsy shoes are buried in the straw or thrust beneath the seat. An experienced shoemaker, to be a successful one, must cul­tivate and play upon the humors of his pat rons—an art, when learned, so valuable that many shoemakers may always be found in the highest places, guiding the destinies of their country.

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Arteinun Wurd’N La«l.The following is said to have been the last

thing written by Artenr-s Ward :“ Until recent, quite recent, I’ve been a

healthy individual. I’m nearly sixty, and yet I’ve got a muscle into my arms which don’t make my fists resemble the tail of a canary bird when they fly out and hit a man. Only a few weeks ago I was exhibitin’ in East Sheboygan in a buildin’ which had for­merly okepied a pugylist—one of the feiiers what hits from the shoulder, and teaches the manly art of self-defense. And he cum and sed he was a goin’ in free in consekence of previ’sly ockepyin’ sed buildin’ with a large yaller dorg.

“ He sed ,‘Oh, yes.’ I sed, ‘Ah no.’ He sed, ‘ Do you want to be ground to powder ?’ I sed, ‘Yes, I do, if there is a jiowuer grind- ist handy,’ when he struck me a disgustin’ blow in my left eye, which caused the con­cern to close at once for repairs, but he didn’t hurt me any more. I went for him energet­ically. His parents lived near by, and I will simply state that fifteen minutes after I had gone for him, his mother seein’ the prostrate form of her son approacliin’ the house onto a shutter, carried by four men, run out of doors, keerfully looked him over, and sed, ‘My son, you have been foolin’ round a thrashin’ masheen. You went in at the end where they put the grain in, and come out with the straw, and then got up in the thing- umagig, and let the horse tread on you, didn’t you, my son?’

“ You can imagin by this what a disagree­able person I am when I’m angry.”

•- ^ • ••» ---------A P ra y er t h a t S tood P roof.—The prayer

directed to be offered up in the Church of England by the Archbishop of Canterbury for the recovery of the Prince of Wales was the following: O Almighty God and Merciful Father, to whom alone belong the issues of life and death, look down from Heaven, we humbly beseech Thee, with the eye of mercy upon Albert Edward, Prince of Wales, now ly ing upon the bed of sickness. Thou Father of Mercies and God of all Comfort, our only Help in time of need, we fly unto Thee for succor in behalf of Thy son ant. Grant, O Lord, that all the sins of his life past mav be done away, and his soul washed in the blood of Christ, that it may be pure and without spot before Thee. If it shall be Thy pleas­ure, prolong, we beseech Thee, his days here on earth, and grant that he may live to Thee, and be an instrument of Thy glory, and a blessing to our Church and nation. Prepare him, O most loving Father, by Thy Holy Spirit, for all that lies before him, in life or in death; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

Almighty and everlasting God, whoguidest the heart of kings, and who has blest and sanctified the bonds of love to knit together the members of all Christian families, look down, we beseech Thee, on Thy servant Vic­toria, our Queen, and the Princess of Wales, in this day of their great trouble, and on all the royal family. Comfort and support them in their present trial, and grant that their hearts may he stayed only upon Thee, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

^ » -*«*■ » • —---------A H arpy H ome.—“Six things," says Ham­

ilton, “are requisite to create a home. In­tegrity must he the architect, and tidiness the upholsterer; it must be warmed by affection, and lighted up with cheerfulness; and indus­try must be the ventilator, renewing the at­mosphere and bringing in fresh salubrity day by day; while over all, as a protecting glory and canopy, nothing will suffice except the blessing of God.”

VAKIETIIN,

—Wheels go best when thev are thoroughly tired.

Beecher lias collected from his church $575,000 iu eighteen years.

Thos Ducey, of Lowell, 111., is a father at the age of ninety-three. The Ducey is !

—John C. Calhoun’s plantation in South Carolina has been bought by a wealthy color­ed man.

—It is noted tlmt the name of every man sent to the Pennsylvania penitentiary for big­amy begins with B.

—It is said that the light of a match will frighten a wolf, but a love match sometimes fails to keep the wolf from the door.

—“ Putty-eyed monster” is what appeared in the paper of a Tennessee editor who wrote, with respect, “ pretty aged minister.”

—Mr. Archer, of Indinna, struck his dog with the but of his gun. The forgiving beast now howl's above his master’s grave.

T he fast pacer. Longfellow, was recently sold at auction in San Francisco to Maurice Jenks, a late resident of Japan, for $1,225.

—A Missouri lady advertises for the person who is in the habit of serenading her to stand nearer the house, so that she can scald him.

—Fond and expectant father—“Now tell me, dear, wlint you caught.” Lovely daugh­ter—“ I caught the Gniud Duke looking at me.”

—An old gentleman of great experience says ho is never satified that a lady under­stands a kiss unless he has it from her own mouth.

—A sick man was told that his wife woukl probably marry again. “All right,” said he, “there will then be one man to lament my death."

—It is said that Wm. M. Tweed has no de­sire to enter the kingdom of heaven since he has read (Rev. xiv., 2,) and learned that there will be JIarjjcrs there.

—It is said that one green tarletan dress contains arsenic enough to kill a man, and yet men don’t seem to be afraid to go near green tarletan dresses.

—A shawl manufacturer in Philadelphia has spun a thread seventy miles long from one pound of American wool. It is one of the greatest yarns on record.

Tne Christian Re;,inter, commenting upon the frequent abuse of D. D., LL. D., says it would direct Mr. Burgh’s attention to the “cruelty of killing men by degrees.”

A Chinese thus describes a trial in the Eng­lish law courts ; “One man is quite silent, an­other talks all the time, and twelve wise men condemn the man who has not said a word.

—Some Eastern churches have adopted the pian of having collections taken up by young ladies of beauty. They look smilingly at a reluctant victim, and give him a slight wink. This process always wins.

—Berlin boasts of not less than twenty women physicians who have acquired reputa­tion and independence in their profession. Most of them are of the homeopathic and electric schools of medicine.

“Well, Judge,” said a friend to the Presi­dent of a Paris court under the Empire, “did you condemn many to death at your session to-day ?” “Three, and I don’t hesitate to say that two of them deserved it.”

Durino the year 1871, 118 foreign steam­ships made between New York and ports in Europe, 1,188 voyages, carrying to and fro 825,777 passengers, and the enormous quan­tity of 1,891,015 tons of freight.

Charlotte Cushman gets $1,000 for an even­ing’s reading in Chicago, and they offer Henry Ward Beecher $2,000 for a lecture. They’ve lately been burned out over in Chi­cago or they would have paid more.

—Mrs. Woodhull, in her advice to young men on matrimony, says: “ Marriage is so uncertain, such a lottery, such a bondage, that the only way is to make all you can of the small comforts and wear your chain as lightly as you can.”

New Jersey, which is a small State, has raised the salary of her Governor from $3 - 000 to $5,000. The great State of Ohio can afford hut $4,000 as tlie yearly salary of her Governor, and $1,000 of this must be paid for the rent of the Executive Mansion.

—A negro woman was relating her experi­ence to a congregation of color, and among other things she said she had been in heaven. One of the ladies asked her: “Sister, did you see any blacks in heaven?” “Oh, git out! you s’pose I go in de kitchen when I was dar?”

Asaph Hall urges the importance of special observations during the present visit of Encke’s comet, in order to settle the question whether its motions are retarded by a resting medium. The other principal comets of short period, Faye’s and Winecke’s, do not appear to be affected by any such retardation.

During the past year iu New York there were 20,784 births, 20,952 deaths, and 8,66(5 marriages. The most marriages occurred in September, the fewest in March; the most deaths in July, and the fewest in November ; the most births in December and the fewest in April. One hundred and fifty births were twins.

The Trenton State Gazette says that Robert Bonner is never satisfied “so long as there is anything in the literary world* yet uneon- quered.” If Mr. Bonner really wishes to ex pedite his satisfaction we trust he will “tackle” Gail Hamilton without delay. She appears to bo made of the most unconquerable stuff in the market.

The Dalles Mountaineer has a skating rink poet—a lady, too—who muses thusly:

‘•In spite of all the humps and thumps Anil tumbles on the floor;

In spite of ruined trouserloons,And dresses soiled and tore.

We like this whirling, twirling round In twos and four* and eights;

O golly ! ain't it jolly fun,This thing of roller skates.