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VOL. 3. OHOTEAU, TETON COUNTY, MONTANA, FBI DAY, APRIL 7. 18H3 =*mrB5E NO 48 n ^ o ^ E S s i o n s r ^ L . X j . •JAMES SÜEGROYE, A T T O R N E Y A T LAW , CBOTEAU, . . . . MONT T f-SL. A . T 1 ITTORNEY & COUNSELOR fiT LÄV. *S. H . D R A K E , M . D . P H Y S IC IA N & S U R G E O N , Office over Volley Restaurant, CHOTEAU, - MONTANA. ” J K WAMSL/EY. & S ^ t g a ^ i i . C H O T E A U . . . . . . . . M O N T . J. H . D A Y . IRRIGATION AND LAND PURVEY ING A PPilALTY. SATISFAC TION GUARANTEED. C h a t e a u . . M o n t a n a . C hoteau L odge No 34 -A.. IF 1 & c ... IMI. . - Holda^ita .»egularrcomjmuiiicatione on t>ì^(^'ónaC8ii^&fni^àyN.dfè^b'moxiUu- AH visiting brethren cordially welcomed. D b . 8. H. D rake , W . M. T - * W . IMiTTIRJPIEX-'E“, LAW TE1K, K A S B E M O V B I D T O FORT BEN'I ON, - - MONT. j o i s t s t a . j d t t : f : p . Authorized to practice before the De partment of the Interior, the Land Office, and the Pension and other Bureaus. PENSION CLAIMS SPECIALLY ATTENDED T O Cor. Main and 8t. John Sta., Fort Benton. A. G- WARNER, VOTARY PUBLIO, V. S. COMMISSIONER, AUTHORIZED TO RECEIVE FILINGS à FINAL PROOFS ON PUB- L1C LANDS. CHOTEAU, MONT. B L . XTSTOIfcT, 3 S r o t a r 3 r U P t o -T o U c »EJKH. MORTGAGES and a ll kind* «1 h « a i instrument» drawn up. Subscriptions received for all News- papers and Periodicals at publisher’s rates. C H O T E A U , M O N T . 1. «• SAR R E T T . A- C. WARNER. GSRRETT & WÄRNER. CMmiTASOBRs, RBAL RfiTATB, INsURANOS CHOTEAU, MONT. \ W H . S t C L . J L T & . B ä r f e e r & H & t o ä i 'G g g e i ', m r HOT AND COLD BATHS. Jjteln lÜUeet, QpposiU Choteau House -<£u l^Te-'^r G - c s p o l . BY CARLOTTA PERRY. Dear Robbie Burns, when he one day upon a Sunday bonnet Beheld a strange creation that did not belong upon it, Prayed then and there a little prayer, that just as others see us We so might see ourselves, that it from vanity might free u<*. O, what a prayer it was, and what would be our sad condition If then or since a granting had come to that petition! For lhis dear self satisfaction that Robbie railed about. Is just the thing the world can not afford to do without. ’Tis the glamour and the glory that crown the mountain height; That make the distant fields so green, the distant sail so white; That like moonlight over meadow, or on ruin bleak and bare, Makes ugliness less ugly and beauty yet more fair. You know your auburn hair is just the tint that Titian loved; The classic contour of your face to you is fully proved; Your gowns are just an artist’s dream, and you have a secret notion That you move with such a grace as is the poetry of motion. The poem you recited, the sermon that you wrote. The song you sang last evening, though you flatted every note; The speech, the book, the lecture, all these or any one, Are quite as good a bit o f work as any man has done. The beautiful contentment that these sweet, convictions lend you Would turn a very serpent’s tooth to torture, tear, and rend you If fate a single moment form your present state would free you, And let you see your very self just as your neighbors see you. 'Tourfs Hafi t : % u nq u al ified iy?redy. Stern fact might in a moment strike your pet ambition dead; Your grace might seem but awkwardness, your wisdom otherwise, If you should but a moment see with other people’s eyes. And what, I pray, wou’d be the use, and where would be the gaiu? A little more discouiagement, unhappiness, and pa n; A little less of smoothing the paths that are so rough, A great deal more of heartache, and of that we have enough. As orhers see us? No indeed! Pray put that on the shelves, And say let others see us just as we see ourselves; And ten to one before the year is gone you'll say to me. Bow wise and good the world has grown to what it used to be. O! poet o f the present, if upon a Sunday bonnet You sometimes see a something that does not belong upon it, Dou’t pray the luckless wearer may be made too sadly wise, Nor yet that all posterity may see it with your eyes. —New York Sun. The Average Girl’s Husband. But wb&t rubbish is all this talk of “ best possible husbands!” A girl takes the man who offers, if he appears to be upright, honor able and in earnest. If she does not. she runs a risk of going to seed, with a red nose, a canary bird and a lap dog. The chief trouble with her is not to know whether she has got the article in the market, but whether the man, who says he loves her, means what he says. It is easy for a man to acquire the art. of love-making, and, with a little practice, some men can do it quite skillfully. How to know when they are act- ing, and when they are obeying an irresistible and ungovernable impulse is the thing a girl wants to be able to determine Better learn that than make herself a connoisseur in men. A woman’s happiness is to a large degree de pendent on the quality of him to whom she has given herself, body, soul and heart, but, if h^ really loves her, she can mould him to her will. Then—considering that all women believe they know fypw to “ manage” a husband—she can make a “ good husband” out ol him, for he will be like clay in the hands of the potter.—San Fran cisco Argonaut. ■ ■■■« ■» ■ THE MONTANIAV. TERMS 0 ? «U1SCRIFTI01Ì. ■r MiXL—rcanna ramni». l)*9empy, OB» J9»r (Io¿Avallo»;.......... IBM. Six Mon« Vs ........ M “ 1 » . Ehre» Months... \ \ X«*. Stagi» Copia»... ** •* I*. Advertising Ratea mu Applicati»*. Lost Tli< i r Lives. At Ihe comtiieiunmit exercises of the Minnesota school of agri culture Gov. Nelson preluded the ceremony of conferring the certifi cates with a few words in which he said that the exercbes remind ed him of a story told in Norway oft wo professors who once went boating on one ol tlit* fjords which distinguish the coast of that coun try. They determined to have some fun with their rugged and aged boat man. So one piotessor aik»*d him it he had studied Greek. Tue boatman replied Hint he had not. “ Then,” said the profe*ser, “ you have lost one halt your life.” Presently tlie o»her professor in quired whether he had studied Hebrew and the boaiman again Baid no. ‘ Then,” remarked i lie ped agogue, “ vou have lost tlie other h ilf of your life.” In a short time the wind rose and soon the boat was running before a gale. The boatman saw that ins passengers were frightened ami determine l to retaliate. “ Do you know how to swim?” he askod. They con fessed they did not. “ Then I ttui afraid- you diaye- loaii a o.uiy;wbol«f ^ life,” he returned grimly. So, my friends, you can hay if any man ever taunts you with ignorance of Greek or Latin, “ we are better equipped for the battle of lil®, tor with the knowledge we have gain ed at the school ol agriculture we can at least grow our own wheat, while you, with your dead lan guages, cannot.” The i ff« ct of these schools is to reverse ihe old course of things. In the past edu cation had the tendency to drive our young men and women away from the farms under the false be lief that, toil was unbecoming. That notion is exploded. Toil is dignified and made to appear so by sugh iiihtiimi« ns as the?e, and the benenfit which this institution has conferred upon Ihe staple in terest oi this state cannot be esti mated. Dick—How did it happen that Mbs Blanche refused yon? It \va* understood that you were her favorite Jack—The regular way —the favorite didn’t win.-Tib- *3its. . i— ♦ - - i i Oats are the poets et the lower animals. They alone cultivate the mews.—Texas Siftings. “ Maggie, have you been prar* ticing your music lesson?” Maggie — Yeg, mamma. “ I didn't Lear one note.” Maggie—No. mamma; you *ee it was the rests. I was . practicing.—Inter Ocean. *
