Several months hence certain private coaches will be shunted to the railroad sidetracks at Butte, Mont. Certain serious, well-groomed gentlemen will detrain and be driven to the unpretentious station of the Chicago, Milwaukee & St. Paul.
None of them at first will have paid much attention to the city of Butte straggling up the mountain sides, where by day mine mouths stare like blackened cataracts on the human eye, and by night lights glare coldly. In Butte there are good homes and business blocks. But for the...
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