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NO. 35.
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Au Independent Family Newspaper,
To subscribers residing In this couwtt, where
we have no postuRe to pav. a dlscouHt of 25 cents
from the above terms will be made II payment Is
made In advance.
Advertising rates furnished upon appllca
3eledt VoQtfy.
Papa's lost his baby !
Bearches everywhere,
Under chairs and tables
With the greatest care !
Pulls aside the cnrtaln,
Peeps behind the door !
Never sees the little heap
Curled up on the floor ;
Never hears that whisper,
Mamma don't you tell !"
Nor the little laughter,
Muffled, like a bell ! .
Off he scraropers wildly,
Hunting here and there,
Overturning everything
With the greatest care.
Canary had a visit,
Bitting on his perch t
Mamma's apron pocket
Suffers by the search.
41 Now I am so tired
i Elephant at play
That I must take a rest
I minute by the way ;
I'll lay my weary head
On this little rug."
Under mamma's towel
Lay her darling snug !
Then the merry scrambling
Papa laughed to see 1
" And you didn't fink, now,
That It could be me !"
An Exciting Ride,
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JN 'G7 Jake Pool, was staging the route
from Gallatin to Helena, In Monta
na, driving a four- horse coach in Bum
mer, and a "jerky" in winter, seventy
miles a day through the wildest region,
and over one of the most dangerous
routes in the United States. The coun
try through which this trail ran for it
was little less than a trail was totally
uninhabited, but for the three stage sta
tions, where horses were changed and
which were dugouts, or log huts, twenty
miles apart. The Indians, although
generally friendly, were liable to become
enemies at a moment's warning ; road
agents and out-laws were thicker upon
the Gallatin route than any other north
of the Union Pacific railroad, and the
route itself ran through precipices, as
though originally laid out by mountain
sheep. Notwithstanding all this, Jake
was a successful driver, and made better
time, and lost fewer mails and express
safes, and ran his coach at a smaller ex
pense to the company, than any other
man in their employ. But when mis
fortune did overtake him, it was no
light band that the genius of evil laid
upon him, which the following adven
ture proves :
One muggy morning, in early May,
as Jake hauled up iu front of the stage
office, and prepared to receive 'malls,
express and messenger, and passen
gers, if any there should be for Helena,
the Wei Is-Fargo agent called to
him from within. Throwing the
reins over the foot brake, Pool descend
ed from his perch and entered the of
fice. " The agent shut the door behind him;
then drawing near he said, In a half
whisper: " There's fifteen thousaud in curren
rency in the safe, to take over to-day."
"All right!" responded Jake. "I've
carried more before now, and carried It
" But," said the agent, drawing still
nearer, "Dick's sick, and there's no
" Ah 1" said the driver, meditatively ;
kheu, touching the revolver which hung
at 10s belt: "I'll be messenger and
coachman both then."
"But," still continued tho other,
" there's one thing more," and he lean
ed forward so that his lips touched his
companion's ear. "Copper Tom and his
pal, old Jim, are on the road. A man
from Cross Trees was robbed by them
laat night."
Pool whistled long and low, and his
hand fell from his pistol-butt. " Copper
Tom," was the worst road-agent in Mon
tana a desperado, with both courage
and brains.
"Don't send the rags."
"I mustl" said the expressmau,
anxiously. " The order is peremptory ;
the money must go to-day, messenger or
no messenger. Now, will you take It
and carry It through V"
Jake laughed.
" I'll take It ; that's part of my busi
ness. Throw the safe under the seat and
give me your pistol I may need two."
And he took the other's revolver from
the desk where It lay and thrust It into
his boot-top. " As to the carrying it
throughf that's another matter, with
those fellows to stop it. But I'll prom
ise you this if I go through, the safe
safe shall 1"
The agent grasped his hand and shook
It warmly. The door was thrown open,
the driver mounted his seat, the iron box
was stowed beneath his feet, the single
passenger (an old woman, to be left at
the first station) got in, the whip crack,
ed, the horses plunged, the coach lurch
ed heavily forward, and, amid a shower
of mud, disappeared down the steep
mountain road.
Although It was May, the morning
was cold, and it was not until the sun
had climbed well up the eastern sky that
the chill thawed out of the air, and by that
hour Pool was more than twenty miles
upon his journey, with fresh horses in
their traces, and an empty coach behind
htm. He began to brighten with the
"After I get through the Devil's
Pass," said he to himself, " Copper Tom
or any other man may whistle for me,
for from that to Dickson's is as hand
some a road as ever a horse struck foot
upon, and whoever tries to stop me
there, unless he shoots first, will o
under the leaders' feet. I intend to
make that Beven miles in just twenty
eight minutes without brakes I"
And he gathered his reins with a firm
er hand, as if already whirling at that
mad pace down the mountain side.
Let's see," be continued, "If noth
ing goes wrong and the road's all right,
I ought to make my last change by five
o'clock aud reach the pass before bIx.
It will then be broad daylight, so I can
rattle right along, and then, after the
spin down the 'causeway,' I'll strike
Dickson's before seven, certain. Beyond
that the road 1b too open and too much
traveled into Helena to be dangerous.
By Jovel be concluded, his heart warm
ing as he struck his heel against the
safe beneath the seat, " I don't see where
the agents can stop me, unless Good
heavens I what if they try it in the very
Pass itself V I had not thought of
The man was silent for a momect.and
his face grave ; then, brightening, he
shook his reins, loosened his revolvers
in boot and belt, and, with a sigh con
cluded his soliloquy with the remark :
" Well, If they should meet me in the
Pass, 'twill be about an even thing. If
they miss their first shot, I'll run 'em
down, drive 'em into the canyon, or
drop 'em with my pistols. If they don't
miss, why then the swag's theirs I"
It was now high noon, and soon sta
tion two was reached, where horses
were again changed, and where Pool
dined upon jerked bear-meat, hot bread
and black coffee. Strong food but none
too strong for the long ride yet before
As he mounted the box and prepared
to depart, the keeper of the station slip
ped from his dug-out and drew near.
"Ther's an old pard down the road a
piece, '11 want a ride. He war here
'bout two hours ago. He'll bear watch
in'." And the rough frontiersman touched
the pistol-butt which protruded from his
open shirt front to emphasise his warn
ing. Jake nodded.
" Thanks Tom 1 I'll keep my eyes
open. So-long!
The fresh steeds in harness sprang
strongly forward, aud the empty coach
whirled away.
"It's old Jim, sure!" half whispered
Pool to himself, as his trained eyes
searched the wlndiug road before him.
" The old devil wants to ride so that
he'll be on hand when Copper turns up
in the Pass. I see It all."
The teeth closed with a snap.
"Good 1" lie continued, a moment
later. " ite shall ride."
Some five. miles, were passed, when,
in the shadow of a great pine that grew
near the trail, Jake espied his prospec
tive passenger, prone upon the ground,
at the foot of the tree, apparently rest
ing. As the rattling coach grew near,
the ni tin bestirred himself and slowly
" Hullo, driver ! Kin you favor an
old beggar with a lift? I'm played, fer
I'm too old to tramp as used to, an' too
poor to pay for a ride. Kin you give
He stepped forward as he spoke.
Poor he was if tattered garmeuts beto
keu poverty, for his clothiug was but a
single patched rag from head to foot.
Old he surely was, for the withered
skin aud scanty gray locks, the claw
like bauds aud sunken eyes, could not
be well disguised. .
Half iu scorn and half In pity, yet with
a brain awake to his danger, Jake drew
rein and replied to his petitioner:
" Yes ! be lively and climb up here.
I'm behiud time now. Where do you
The old man answered, as he struggled
to a seat at the driver's side :
" Dickson's."
A touch of the whip and the horses
were again on a quick trot. Pool eyed
his companion as he rode onward, and
almost unconsclouly dropped his hand
to his boot-top and loosened the revolver
carried there.
" Cold day for May !" said the new
comer, shivering. "This yer wind's
sharp, too."
" Yes," responded the other, mental
ly wondering where about his ragged
clothes the scoundrel at his side had
concealed his weapons, "it is cold. But
you may find it warmer in the Pass."
" Sure 1" said the old man leering in
Jake's face.
" Sure !" responded that worthy, his
blood chilllug with the covert hint in
the word ; and he urged his horses to
yet greater speed.
The grade was sharply descending
now aud the road rocky and rough. A
mile Liore and the Pass would be reach
ed. The coach fairly swayed under its
rapid jiotlon.
Old Jim was forced to cling to the
seat with both hands In order to avoid
being hurled to the ground. This was
as Pool desired, and he smiled grimly
as he noticed the other's action.
" Yer a-drlvln'-purty-fast !" scream
ed the gray-hatred desperado, the words
fairly jerked from him as the couch
sprang forward, rocking from side to
side. " Ye'll hev to hold up at
the Pass I reckon I"
Jake Bet his teeth.
The granite walls of the Pass were
now just before them, and the roadway,
descending and steep, ran into the shad
ow of the coming night and the gloom
of the grave-like opening a narrow
path, but little wider than coach itself.
The roar of the angry river fur below
knelled a never-ending warning as it
ran, ragged aud torn, among the jagged
rocks, and the death-like mist that
crept upward was damp and chill.
"Iwon'thold up!" and, with these
words the driver struck his horses sharp
ly, aud, snorting, they sprang forward
into the Devil's Pass.
At the same instant, half way through
the terrible gorge, standing motionless
iu the centre of the roadway, a beetling
wall of rock upon the one hand, a chasm
of unknown depth upou the other, was
seen a mac !
Copper Tom was awaiting his quarry !
The old mau at Pool's side uttered a
cry, and loosening his grasp of the seat
with one hand, he would have thrust it
into his breast; but the other leanod sud
denly toward him, and pressing a re
volver muzzle against his forehead,
whispered, hoarsely:
"Down with yer hands! If ye stir
ag'in I'll kill ye ! I know ye, old Jim,
an' ye can't catch Jake Pool nor his
load this time ! Down with yer hands 1"
The shuddering rascal's hand fell at
his side ; his face grew ashen-hued, and
his eyes stared before him. They were
rapidly approaching Copper Tom.
For an instant as they drew near, that
worthy stood facing them ; through the
fading light he saw the position of his
pal, upon which he depended he saw the
stern, set face of the driver he saw the
furious horses plunging down upon him
and with a terror stricken cry he turn
ed and fled !
Could he but reach the lower end of
the causeway he might escape could he
but tlnd a single spot to .turn aalde he
would be safe; but it was not to be.
Nearer and nearer thundered the Iron
shod hoofs behind him, narrower and
still narrower grew the fatal road, until
there rang a sudden horrible, despairing
cry, mingled with the frightened snort
of the horses, a dark something bent
down before th plunging steeds, rolled
an Instant before their grinding feet,and
then, spurned by the flying wheels, was
hurled, an undlstlnguisbable mass into
the canyon beneath, and the coach sped
on !
Half an hour later, Jake Pool pulled
into tbecorral at Dickson's ranch, and
tumbling a half-fainting man from the
neat at his side into the arms of the as
tonished hostlers be said :
" Bind that man and give him to the
sheriff" It's old Jim, the road agent!
His pard's in the gulf in the Pass, this
one ought to stretch hemp when the
officers get him, and I've driven my
last run from Gallatin 1 There's too
much risk about the business for ne !"
And Jake kept his word. He no longer
coaches it, but now keeps a public house
in Helena itself, where, he not long
since, at his own snug fireside, told me
this thrilling tale.
A Strange Steal.
PARTICULARS have now been re
ceived from Melbourne, Australia,
by mall, about the unprecedented fraud
telegraphed at the lime and concocted
by some conspirators who chartered the
English steamer " Ferret," of 348 tons,
belonging to the " Highland Railway
Co." In October last there turned up at
Glasgow an individual calling himself
Walker and pretending to be the attor
ney of a certain Smith, who, he stated
wished to charter the steamer for a six
months' pleasure trip for the restoration
of Smith's sick wife, who was to ac
company her husband. The references
being acceptable, the steamer was char
tered to Walker and Smith, who fitted
her out In the best of style with good
provisions, wines, &., laying in a three
months' bill for 1,400, which of course
remained unpaid. From the Clyde the
"Ferret" left for Cardiff and took a car
go of coal, again paid for In the shape
of a three months' bill, and after being
joined by Smith and his wife they steam
ed out with a clearance for Marseilles,
passed the Straits of Gibraltar during
the day so as to be duly reported, pro
ceeding some distance into the Mediter
ranean and showing the vessel's num.
ber. At night fall the steamer's course
was reversed, and she steamed back to
wards the Atlantic, when a few articles
bearing the name of " Ferret" were
thrown overboard to create the impres
sion that she had been lost. These
strange proceedings were explained to
the crew as well as could be done. On
November 1st, after the vessel's name
had been changed from that of " Fer
ret" to that of " Benton" and it had
leaked out that Smith's real name was
Henderson, they arrived at Cape Verd,
and a couple of days later left for Santos,
where she obtained a charter for Mar
seilles aud received a cargo of coffee.
As soon as the steamer was a suitable
distance from the shore the name "Ben
ton" was changed to " India," and she
steered for the Cape of Good Hope, ar
riving at Cape Town on January 9,
where the coffee was sold for 14,000.
Walker and Henderson then took the
steamer to Mauritius, where she was
docked and overhauled, paying again in
drafts on London, and on April 0 she
finally reached Melbourne. The dis
appearance of the "Ferret" having
called the attention of the owners and
underwriters, the description of the
craft was telegraphed all over the world,
and on the "India" entering Phillips
Bay on April SO, her appearance became
suspicious to a harbor policeman at
Queenscliff. He at once communicated
his suspicions to the Collector at Mel
bourne, who found no "India" of this
size on Ae ships' registers. On April
27, it was therefor resolved to issue an
attachment against the craft. After
scraping off the name of "India," "Fer
ret" plainly showed beneath, and In
various quarters similar discoveries
were made ou articles belonging to the
ship; in the Journal, between two sheets,
an advance note with the name " Fer
ret" was also found. ,
Captain Walker, Henderson and wife,
as well as the entire crew, were arrested,
and the latter then made a clean breast
of It. Everything had been prepared
and a ship's journal commenced to bap
tize the vessel " Raven" ; a telegraph
key for communicating per cable with
accomplices in London, blanks for ship's
papers from a variety of ports, and a
ship's register in which all persons on
board appeared with new names. A
tin bbx was found with COO sovrelgns in
it, 90 In Brazilian paper money, and
8,000 In good bills on the Standard.
Bank, London, balance of the coffee
proceeds for which the confederates had
only received 2,800 cash at the Cape,
the balance being in bills. The main
point to be arrived at now is to find out
whether Walker and his associates are
the only scamps in this matter,or wheth
er they are part and parcel of a band of
robbers in England. The Melbourne
police is of the latter opinion. Smith,
alias Henderson, It is discovered, was
negotiating at Melbourne for the sale of
the steamer ; he refused an offer of 8,
500, insisting on 10,000. But for the
vigilance of the Phillips Bay police of
ficer they might have succeeded possi
bly in Belling the steamer then and
there, atod decamped with the whole
proceeds for parts unknown. The most
remarkable thing in the whole affair is
the facility with which they were able
to negotiate acceptances and bills at the
various halting pluces. It is one of the
boldest frauds ever perpetrated.
Souffls for a Bride
ALTHOUGH far advanced in civili
zation', Arkansas has still her ad
ventures and romances. Just three miles
southeast of Charleston, says the Vin
dicator, lives Maynard Gilleam, the
father of a buxom 22-year-old lass.
Like all other maidens, Mary for that
was her name had a beau. 'His name
was Charlie Charlie Stover, a roman
tlo name and the twain wished to be
come one. Mary's mother, however,
objected, and upon hearing such doleful
news the poor girl was " all broke up."
Her lover would not be daunted, and
by dint of cunning he arranged a plot
for her escape, to which she gladly con.
sented. He secured his accomplices,
and after getting near the house all ap
proached quietly and cautiously to allay
suspicion. Mary was on the qui vive.
The signal was given, she left stealthily
moved toward them, and as she was be
ing securely seated behind, on the
princely steed of ber knight, the wicked
left eye of the old lady spied something
not altogether healthy. Running out
heaping anathemas upon the heads of
the young men, she excitedly made a
grab at her daughter, who powerfully
resisted. In the scuffle Mary was di
vested of her clothing. One of Charlie's
friends, Mach Brocker, had the pre
sence of mind to throw a riding skirt
over her, and in his effort to hurry her
off the mother assailed him and tore
from his back a brand-new coat. In
the' meantime Stover and the girl's
brother bad a "set-to," in which the
former got a severe cut in the face with a
rock. The stronger eventually became
victors and bore off the prize. On their
way to Greenwood they stopped at the
house of the girl's cousin, where she
soon made up an Impromptu trousseau,
shortly after which she became Mrs.
Stover, in the presence of a few interest
ed friends. The next day the parents
came to town and reported the case.
The trial was set for 10 o'clock Wednes
day. The witnesses put In no appear
ance, and for want of evidence the par
ties were dismissed and peacefully start
ed for home, and are now awaiting the
forgiveness of the old folks to complete,
their happiness.
(QrTaks the good with the evil, for ye
are all the pensioners of God, and none
may choose or refuse the cup his wisdom,