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THE 7JUESIDEKT AJTO rOEEIGU AFFAIRS.
4Phe President's message is de
voted to two subjects, and about
equally divided between the two,
foreign affairs and financial affairs.
In regard to other matters he is
content to refer congress to the de
partment reports with a general
concurrence in their statements of
facts and recommendations.
A great deal contained in the
message is departmental in char
acter, and would form the body of
the report of the secretary of state
if that official made annual reports
like the rest of the cabinet. The
original idea -was that the Secre
tary of State was a kind ot private
secretary to the President and that
his part was to help the President
prepare his address to' congress
after the other chiefs4iave submitted
their reports to the President. As
a consequence, foreign affairs have
to be reported upon in detail by
the President, or not at all. Eight
years ago no resume of foreign
affairs was submitted to congress
and the country.
The remarkable thing about the
first half of the message is its tame
ness and utter lack of sympathy
with little Venezuela in its con
troversy with big bully, John Bull,
or with Cuba in its efforts to throw
off the yoke ot despotism. The
Monroe doctrine is stated in a very
mild and halting way and when it
comes to poor Cuba not the slight
est touchof the chord of sympathy
comes from the President. His one
anxiety is to prevent any violation
of the neutrality law and the only
result he looks forward to is the 1
suppression of the uprising and the
restoration of peace on the old basis
of Spanish rule. Cuba has been
held in colonial bondage nearly
four centuries and President
Cleveland looks upon its indepen
dence as out of the question. If
France had taken that attitude
toward our revolutionary fathers it
is morally certain that they would
have failed in their endeavor to
throw off the yoke of colonial sub
jugation to Great Britain. Then,
too, when Mexico and South Amer
ica rose in rebellion against Spain,
President Monroe took a very dif
ferent attitude from that of his
present successor in the analogous
case now in point. Clearly Cuba
has little to hope for from Presi
dent Cleveland in the way of recog
nition, either of independence or
belligerent rights.
The President warms up some
what toward our imperiled mission
aries in China and Armenia, and is
not wholly indifferent to Mr. Waller,
but even in these cases he is very
tame and timid. There is none of
the ring of Andrew Jackson. When
the hero of New Orleans saw fit to
knock at the door of any foreign
office he did not give any gentle
and apologetic tap as if frightened
out of his boots by fear there was
a bull dog in the hall, but taking
that stout old hickory stick of his
he pounded away until the door
was opened, and he took no time
beating about the bush. Waller
would have been a free man long
ago with' a Jacksonian President,
and with Monroe in the President's
chair Venezuela would be in no
danger of territorial robbery and
Cuba would have been already
recognized as a belligerent if not
as an independent nation.
While the President shows some
concern for our missionaries in
Armenia he dismisses the subject
with the remark that the great
powers are bound by treaty to look
after and protect all Christians,
including Americans. It is evident
that he has no thought of using
our own navy for the purpose of
protecting American citizens now
in the Ottoman empire. He does
not seem to have any recollection
of Decatur and the way our war
ships in the early days of the cen
tury were used for the relief of
American citizens on the Barbary
coast. The Dardanelles now take
the place of the Strait of Gibraltar.
We have as brave men now in our
navy as we had then, but Grover
Cleveland is now President.
- The message in its first part has
a good deal to say about foreign
markets and the importance of get
"ting them. The earmarks of free
trade notions are plainly visable.
He tries to console the wool growers
oi this country for the removal of
protective duties by assuring them
that ArgentineRepublichas reduced
the duties on certain products of
thiS country. He reters to that
of South America as "the country
from which our woolen factories
draw their needful supply of raw
material." But the sheep raisers
of that country need not flatter
themselves that they are to remain
in undisturbed possession of this
market. Far from it. It will not
be long before the President of .the
United States will be a man chosen
to that office by a party which pro
poses that the expanse of sheep
pasturage, shall be "the country
from which our woolen factories
draw their needfal supply of raw
material." And what is it that the
Argentine people take from us?
Agricultural machinery, with
which to bear the wheat markets
of the world. That is the demo
cratic idea of reciprocity.
The un-American tone of the
President's discussion of foreign
affairs will be theme no donbt of a
good many congressional speeches
and it is safe to say that his critics
will be confined to the republican
party. Chicago Inter Ocean. .
YELLOW JIM.
By MAETHA MULLOOH TOT.TATftS.
Copyright, IKS, by tlic Author.
CHAPTER I.
The house at Snmmerlands was tall
and square, with the low roof of a wide
piazza cutting the front of it horizon
tally in two. All the bare upper space
was thickly beset with windows. The
bouse sat facing west. , In summer sun
sets every window flamed out a bloody
eye.
The blood red was fading into dusk
as Sheriff Smith stood upon the piazza,
sorrowfully shaking his gray head. Tall,
lean, wiry, there wife strife amount
ing to contradiction betweeu his iron
month and his kindly, weather narrow
ed eyes. He stood with ouo hand, brown
and sinewy, clutching the muzzle of his
double barreled gun, the other laid
lightly upon the Ehoulderof his prison
er, .who writhe4.nnder the touch, for all
the kindness of it
He was as tall as the sheriff, as lean,
too, but with the greyhound's thorongh-
bred leanness. Even standing at rest
you could not help but see how lithely
supple was his strength, how deep his
chest, how superb his swelling muscle.
He had the finest thin olive skm, "With
no stain of color save at the lips. They
were thin and firm and showed a vital
scarlet under the fringe of a silkyTnus-
tache, black as was the fine, soft hair
lying so lightly upon his head.
Just back of him stood the sheriff's
posse, behind them, framed in the wide
doorway, a slim woman in a white
gown, with eyes like dewy violets with
lurid light behind them. She was pale
a creamy pallor such as shows in the
camellia's heart "With her lids dropped
yon said involuntarily, here is a saiut,
unless, indeed, you saw her smile ; then
something more of the eyes' lambent
flame hovered and wavered about her
clear, pink lips.
Mrs. Carroll Austin, it had been
whispered the county through ever
since her wedding day, was a born
worker of charms. The whisper, of
course, was a mighty well hushed one.
The Austins shot straight aud had a
habit of answering with a bullet any
lur upon their womankind, particu
larly Carroll Austin, last of the name,
in the law's eye last of the race. The
law, you see, could take no- account
of Yellow Jim, though all the world
knew that ho was his master's half
brother and saw that the two were in
face, voice, stature and speech almost
exact counterparts. Jim was the elder
by 18 months. His mother died when
he was 3 months old some folks said of
heartbreak because Carroll's mother
was just brought liome a bride. She was
a barbaric beauty, although she had
barely an eigfith of African blood.
There had been a suggestion of the palm
tree and the desert in her flexible length,
the warm languor of her eye&
None of this came to the little lad
left motherless. Except for tho peculiar
blue white of the eyes and some trifling
stain under the nails things which per
sist through 20 generatious he was all
Austin, and no discredit to the race. He
grew up in the house, was Carroll's
playfellow and protector throughout
bis first five years and after that his
companion in every boyish sport When
Carroll was sent to college, Jim went
along as a sort of guardian angeL The
two had studied together always. So it
is not strange that the slave lad got very
nearly as inuch out of the college course
as did his young master.
His old one meant to set him free
and send him abroad. The tie between
them was not. the less strong that it was
unacknowledged. But Jim Tvould have
none of freedom that took him away
from home and friends. Polks outside
said that was not wouderful, seeing that
he did exactly as he pleased, and was,
even before Squire Austin's death, more
master of Snmmerlands than its legal
owner.
Carroll had loved Jim next to the
honor of the Austins until ho met the
dewy fire of Lisette Weir's eyes. The
wooing took a week, tho wedding a
month. Perhaps the new Mrs. Austin
loved her husband supremely. Certainly
she was of those women who love in
satiably all men's love.
That was five years back, and those
who looked to the heart of things won
dered that the tragedy bad been so long
in coming. It had come at last m de
cent Austin fashion. Handsome Charley
Clayton had for three years past dangled
at Mrs. Austin's apron strings, yet her
name was not mentioned in "the quarrel
between him and her husband. It was
purely political, all admitted, as they
also admitted that in shooting him
Carroll Austin had done, murder in the
first degree.
Yet after it he had ridden home un
checked and in no hot speed. Sheriff
Smith had. overtaken him just outside
hiG own gate and had permitted him to
go in for a last word with his wife,
though his better judgment said it was
a hazardous thing to da
He had left the town behind him
pulsing with the thrill of vengeance.
The very air was a threat It was court
day, with half the county thronging the
streets. Still ft was impossible to. deny
the one plea of a prisoner who might
easily have defied the law, to which in
stead ho submitted with such grace as
moved one of the posse to say aside to
ins elbow neighbor:
"Dad rat it, ef thar ain't some thin
in stock, after all! This yere boy's the
regler old ruffle shirted Austin breed,
no mistake erbout it Jes' look at 'im
as cool an perlite ter us that's come ter
tako 'im ter jail as ef we had come iu
stid ter tell 'im we wanted 'im tec .go
ier congress for us."
Lisette had. met them at .the door.
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out sharply and flung herself upon his
breast. His arms had closed tight about
her. Then he put her gently away, call
ed Jim and spoke with him briefly
apart Then he came in front of his
captors, saying, with the barest under
note of tremor :
"I hope, sheriff, you will all drink
with me before we go. There is a little
ot my father's old Madeira left Wo
may as well"
"No, no!" the sheriff saidt his voice
coming thin and sharp. "We can't, my
boy. Wo oughter rid like tho devil wus
behind when first wo come up with you.
Somethin worse'n tho devil is behind.
Thar comes the Clayton clan, shore's
you're a foot high."
"Iam glad of itl It is better so
very much better," Austin said, looking
down the road that led in from tho turn
pike a mile away. All the land between
was Bis own, and had belonged to an,
Austin since the days of Choctaw and
Cherokee. Now there came across ithalf
a hundred men, armed, mounted, cry
ing out for vengeance.
As their yells smote through the dusk
ening air Lisette darted to her husband's
side, clung about his neck and set her
mouth full on his.
"Carroll! Carroll!" sho said in hi3
ear. "What does why are these men
here? Surely you are safe?"
"I shall be very soon," Austin said,
shrinking away from her. Then he look
ed to the bottom of her eyes, and at
once caught her in a Emothering em
brace. "Goodby, my life!" he whisper
ed, then flung her from him, faced
about and stood with folded arms at the
side of the sheriff.
The lynchers had reached the inner
gate within easy gunshot of the piazza.
As they made to rush through it the
sheriff shouted :
"Halt! What do you want?"
"Want! We want Carroll Austin I
What's more, wo mean ter havo him,"
the leader shouted back.
"Whut for?" demanded the sheriff.
"You know well enough to save yon
ihe job o' hangin him," a dozen venge
ful voices cried. Austin made a forward
step.
"Let them tako me. Tho sooner itis
over the better. I have thought so from
the first," he said very low. "It will
i?ave trouble to all of us me especial
ly." "I'll see both of us shotbeforo I do,"
tho sheriff said, his lips narrowing to a .
line. His gnu was at his shoulder. Tho
foremost of the lynchers had halted just
inside the gate. There were thunderous
murmurs in the crowd behind. A big
fellow pushed through it and camo a
little way in front of the mob's leader
to say:
"See here, sheriff. Don'tmakea bad
matter worse. We'll havo Carroll Aus
tin, dead oivalivc. .More than that, we'll
see you through whatever comes of
your givin him up. An a heap more
than that, we 11 hold you to account for
all that happens to anybody-this night
because of him. "
"Let niogo," Carroll said, making to
step over the sill. The sheriff caught
him roughly and thrust him backjnto
the hands of the posse. " Then, holding
his gun muzzle down he w.ent up to the
mob. In spite of the dusk, tho foremost
could see that his face was white and
working.
"Boys," he said, "you're my friends
an neighbors. You all know I'd rath
er cut off my right hand thau it should
do one o' ye the least bit. o' harm. But
I'm the county's officer too. I've sworn
ter do my duty, ter protect my prison
ers with my life. I'm goin ter do it no
matter whut it costs. Let me beg yon
now ter go home peaceable ter wait
fer law an justice ef you don't may
God have mercy on us all this night's
work will be so black no man liviu will
ever hear the last on it."
"If it is, you'll make it so," somo
one called from the rear. Tho leader
laughed loud and derisively.
"We oughter nab you right now,"
ho said. "It would make things easier.
Oh, no, we won't do it!" as the sheriff
flung up hia gun. "We'll let you go
for we like you like you so well wo
give you five minutes long to make up
your mind that you'll give up your
prisoner."
"Five years ain't long enough fer
that," tho sherif said, clasping his
hands over tho butt of his gun, which
rested muzzle downward upon the
ground in front of him. "Boys, boys, "
he went on, "for God's sake an mine an
yours, listen ter reason! You're 10 20
ter 1, 1 know, but our backs are at the
wall, an, by the Lord that made me,
not one o' yo lays hand on Carroll Aus
tin so long as I'm livinl"
"Oh, go back! You'll think better of
it," tho leader sang out The muttering
behind grew fiercer. Sheriff Smith,
walking backward, said over his shoul
der to the posse :
"Stand solid, boys! Don't shoot un
less until they're right on us."
With the last word yet in air there
came a wild inrush of feet, oaths, shout
ing, inarticulate savage cries. Twenty,
yards off the stream of vengeanco staid
its course a breath's space as those fore
most called aloud :
"One minuto! Just one, then wo will
come aud tako him !"
Again the sheriff cried:
"Halt! The man that comes . a step
nearer"
A fierce yell smothered his speech. In
solid column tho lynchers dashed at
him. Instantly the five dark muzzles
belched flame and smoke and hot leaden
hail. Tho blurred booming filled all the
clear fiolds with rolling echoes that j
swelled to tno sky and wavered oack to
silence, nndorvoiced by hurrying hoofs -j
as the lynchers slunk away.
Something ghastly remained behind.
Three dead men lay stark and bloody
upon the trampled' turf. The prisoner
had vanished. At the very moment of
the firing "Yellow Jim had rushed at
him and half dragged him away. All
thought of him seemed gone from the
sheriff 's mind. As he looked through
the soft dusk at the white staring faces
of the dead he said slowly and, with dry
Baking
Powder
"Boys, who wants ter be the county's
officer? I've had enough o' it fer all my
life."
Nobody answered him in words. A
great owl flapped overhead, calling
weirdly through the darkness :
"Wkoo-oo! Whoo-coi Whoo-ool"
CHAPTER 1L
The swamp was somberly terrible,
even when a midsummer sun stood
straight oveihead, sending lances of
light down into its dark places. At
moonrise it was ghostly a world of
black sown here or there with blotches
of silver. In the blackness great treo
trunks swam in wraithlike colonnades
holding high abovo tho oozy earth a
vaulted intricacy of leaves. Big rough
barked vines writhed and clung about
the great bolls. Now aud again a va
grant arm of them made a dangerous
loop across the blind path that led in
from the firmer laud.
It was tho barest ghost of a footway.
more sinuous than a serpent's trail. Tho
blacks alone knew its windings. Of
them only a few .could follow it to its
end the runaway's refuge, deep m the
swamp's heart It crept, writhed, twist
ed, from root to tussock, from tussock to
fallen stem. Ho who strayed from it
took his lifo in his hand, for on either
side lay mire and quicksand yawning to
swallow him and leavo no trace.
Swiftly yet cautiously Yellow Jim
ran along it, half bent, a staff in his
hand, with which he tried each farther
foothold. His master at his back walked
upright and confident, as though ho trod
a dancing floor. Yet he knew to the full
his peril the deadly oozo, the deadlier
things that lurked and crawled therein.
The passion cf atonement had fallen
away from him. To his heart he began
His hand clinched Juird about his poor
weapon.
to say that his bullet was sent well
home. What if the dead man had not
quito despoiled his home? He deserved
death for tho treacherous thought of it
No he would escape! Jim would
keep him safe tonight. Toinorrow 'he
would but why plan beforo the event?
They had been walking two hours ; now
as they came to a little open glade ho
stopped short, saying hnshedly, thongh
none could possibly hear :
"Wait, Jim. I must talk to you a lit
tle as soon as I can catch breath."
"No, no, Marso Carroll we mustn't!
It's dangerous!" Jim panted over his
shoulder. "We can talk as wo go but,
oh, mo! All I can say is if if this"
had to bo done, why not havo lot mo do
it?"
"Wo will not speak of that," Austin
said. "What bothers mo now is my
will. I made it the year after I brought
my brought Lisette home. If I die
childless, everything but ray bank stock
goes to my father's nophew, Austin
Eoid. Even yon will belong to him. I
cannot bear to think of that"
"I like Marse Austin," Jim said
soothingly. "Don't you worry about
that. He's as much Austin as w yon
are. Besides, yon will get safe out of
this. Onco wo are como to tho creek I
can blook tho trail so the sharpest nosed
hound in tho county can't follow it.
"What! They would dare to set them
on myrtrack!" Carroll said hotly.
Jim nodded, saying sorrowfully, under
his breath :
"I know tkcjr will. That is why we
daro not stop."
"Lead on, then !" Carroll cried, mak
ing a great forward stride that landed
him kneo deep in tho morass. Jim
caught his arm and drew him tojirmer
footing, then ran forward, staff in hand,
bending lower than before to scan and
search their pathway.
"Oh, if only yon had let mo do it!"
ho murmured again, half under his
breath, prodding what Eeemed a coiling
root in front of -him. At tho touch it
sprang to life there was a swift lance
liko spring, a deadly nncoiliug, a slip
ping into tho murk of something as elu
sive as tho flickering moonbeams. Jim
fell as thongh shot, moaning out :
"The cotton mouth! Tho cotton
mouth ! It struck me here on the big
vein in the neck. I am as good as dead
now. O God up in heaven, let me live
long enough to save 'my"
"Jim! Jim! You cannot die ! You
must not! I say you shall not!" Carroll
cried, dropping down on tho earth be
side him and raising his head. "I say
you shall not!" he repeated. "Here, let
me suck the wound, then I will run
back for help. Never mind what it
means to me. Yon shall not die in this
fearful place!"
"Don't," if you love me don't!" Jim
moaned, writhing where he lay. "You
cannot save me nothing can. There is
fire in my head new. It will soon be in
my heart Don't, don't leave not till
the end!"
"Ob, Jim, my dear old Jim !" Carroll
said, catching both his hands. "My
Jim, I will not leavo you, but how can
I. let yon go this way? There must be
some help. At least "let me try?"
"There is none. Yon ought to know
that as well- as I," Jim said, gripping
his master's hands hard between his
writhiugs.
His speech beean to como thick, his
teetli toset fie hairralSect nimseir
upon his elbow and said in the other's
ear: . ,
- "CarrpH, I'm dying fast. Call me
brother once: inst once beforo the
end!"
"Brother my brother! The best, the
most faithful in all the world!" Carroll
said, with dry lips, raising the poor
head to his breast. "We are going; away
together," he said, after a breath- "JL
am glad of it I had rather tako you
with me eventhus than todio knowing
thafcjny thoughtlessness had left you
another man's property.
A minute Jim lay still. Then ho
dropped deliriously to earth, laid his
ear to the path and cried aloud :
"The hounds! The hounds!"
"They will find two dead men!"
Carroll said, thrusting his hand to his
side. It fell down blank and empty. Ho
had quite forgotten that he had no
weapon of any sort
Tho poison was mercifully deadly.
Jim had sunk from raving to stupor.
His breath camo quick and short. N.ow
and again long shivers of agony went
through him. Afar out in the swamp a
whippoorwill was singing. Under the
cry of it came tho noise of hounds the
savage, deep chorus that tells they are
hot on the scent Carroll flung himself
beside the dying man and tried to real
ize how it would seem when they came
upon him.
It could not be long now ten minutes
at most. Escape was out of tho ques
tion. A bullet, the halter even, was
merciful compared with smothering in
tho ooze or starving there if by any
miracle he could keep a footing. He was
surely fronting his'death. At the thought
a great surge of wrath rose in him
against thoso who had driven him to
this extremity of helplessness. The fact
of death was as nothing compared with
it. If only he might sell his life as be
came an Austin, he would meet his
doom blithely as a bridegroom.
The dogs were coming at a furious
rata Their baying filled all the swamp.
It pierced even through the veil of
death. Jim stirred, gave a long, long
sigh, then lay inert. And with the sight
there came to the watcher a thought so
wild, so impossible, it took away his
breath. It meant life, bat at what risk 1
He began to shake as though ague
stricken. Big, cold drops gathered on his
forehead, his hands clinched hard. It
was all over with poor Jim. In five
minutes now the end must come. The
dogs came as thongh winged. If if ho
dared that which he had thought, there
was not a second to lose.
Suddenly wild and clear above tho
baying dogs ho caught the yell of those
following. At once he dropped down be
side tho dead man and began, to work
with the strength of a giant, the swift
ness of a hurricane. In three minutes he
stood again Upright, but breathless and
shuddering. The leaping dogs came on
like so many demons of the ooze, ready
to seize and rend their prey. He could
see the foremost couple, a moving black
blur between the great bolls. To his
sharpened delirious sense it seemed as
though their tan markings stood out as
bloody lines upon tho shining black of
their lithe frames. Far and faint behind
he caught the flickering flare of torches.
Still he did not stir. Ho had caught up
a heavy knotted dead branch. With that
he would defend the dead man at his
feet from the fangs of his pursuers.
He caught the shine of the foremost
couple's eyes. His hand clinched hard
about his poor weapon. They made at
him, gathering as if to spring at his
throat, but all at onco gave a low joyful
bark and crouched fawning at his feet
Snuffing tho dead man, they set up a
weird howling. All tho pack echoed it
At onco the men behind ran forward.
"Why! What'3 this?" tho foremost
cried. "Jim, what ails your master?
He's asleep, I see. Never mind! We
know tho way to wake him."
"I'm afraid not, sir unless yon are
the angol Gabriel" the standincf fiirure
answered low and thickly. As the rest
came crowding in, some one flashed a
torch in tho dead man's face. It was
purple and swollen out of all recogni
tion, but on ouo of the clinched hands
there gleamed dully tho big intaglio
ruby that was known the county through
as tho seal ring of the Austins.
CHAPTER m.
Charley Clayton and the sheriff's vic
tims had a funeral train three miles
long. Only the Austin slaves followed
the coffin that was thought to hold tho
last Austin. Yellow Jim, of course,
took charge of everything. Mrs. Austin
was too much', prostrated by the horror
of it all to think of leaving her room.
She kept it indeed until tho new master
came and sho was summoned to hear
the reading of her husband's will. As
she left her chamber she found herself
face to face with Jim and started back,
crying out :
"How dare you come m my sight?
Carroll is dead. I hate the look of you !
I will not have you gaze at me with his
very eyes."
"Aro yon glad he is dead, Miss Lis
ette?" the man asked, looking down.
She gave herself a qnick impatient
shake.
"It was the ouo thing for him," she
said querulously, "after he had been
so foolish so wicked, indeed! Ho never
cared for mo, I am suro of that, or ho
would never have put me in such a po
sition. To think how it might have
been ! Why, if he had not died as he
did, people would have drawn away
from me always? Nobody will counte
nance a woman whose husband has
been"
"Pleaso, ma'am, they are waiting for
you in tho library," Jim Eaid respect
fully, still without raising his eyes.
But they burned after her as sho went
down the stairway, a picture of grief,
decorous and beautiful in her trailing
crape covered sable robes.
The heir of Snnimerlanus, Austin
Beid, thought he had never seen a
woman who bore herself so thorongh-
bredly through such trying conditions.
Though she said her husband's will f
gave her less than she had right and
reason to expect, she would ask, would
taKe, no penny pejoup. vnap ic ajiowta.
She had been obedient in life. She
could do no less than accept bis wishes
now that it was no longer possible for
him to modify tho expression of them.
She was very grateful for all his cousin's
generous offers, but sho must go away,
back to her own people. With tnem slie
would find safe shelter. Yes; sh'e would
take her own maid, Julianna, whom
she had broucht with her when she
same to Snmmerlands a bride. As for
the rest of tho black people, sbo would
nnlv bee Cousin Austin to remember
CONCLUDED OX PAGE 3.)
mm. young
DEKLER IN-
LUMBER AND COAL
HERSNEY, NEBRASKA. .
We have just established a lumber and coal yard at -Hershey; and
are carrying a full stock of lumber, building material and coal. -Everything
in our line is guaranteed to be soldas low as at any point in the
county, and we shall be glad to figure on 3-our bills.
W. H. HILL, Manager.
A. F, STREITZ,
Drugs, Medicines, Paints, Oils
F-A-HNTTERS5 SUPPLIKS,
WINDOW GLASS, -:- MACHINE OILS;
IDIarrieirrta, Spectacles.
Corner of Spruce and Sixth-sts.
lWVn iQARRY THIS BANNER- I
nfiWmy I F Call there for all kinds of I
Vmr H Seasonable
fir V Hardware. '
1 JffN PRICES LOW.
WALL-PAPER, PAINT AND OIL DEPOT.
WINDOW GLSS, VARNISHES, GOLD LEAF, GOLD
PAINTS, -BRONZES, ARTISTS' COLORS AND BRUSHES, PIANO AND
FURNITURE POLISHES, PREPARED HOU-E AND BUGGY PAINTS,
K LSOMINE MATERIAL, WINDOW SHADES.
ESTABLISHED JULY 186S. - - - - 310 SPRUCE STREET.
F. J- BROEKER.
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MERCHANT TAILOR
NORTH : PLATTE : PHARMACY,
Dr. N. McOABE, Prop., J. E. BUSH, Manager. ,;
We aim to handle tne Best Grades of
Goods, sell tliern. at Reasonable
Figures, and "Warrant Every tiling
Orders from the country and along the line of the Union
Pacific railway respectfully solicited.
JOS. F. FILLION,
Steam and Gas Fitting.
Cesspool and4Sewerage a Specialty. Copper nd Galvanized Iron Cor
nice. Tin and Iron Roofings.
Estimates furnished. Repairing of all kinds rpceive prompt attention
Locust Street, Between Fifth and Sixth,
HjEprth. IPlatte,
FINEST SAMPLE ROOM Iff NOETE PLATTE
Having refitted our rooms' in the finest of style, thp public
is invited to call and'Bee us, insuring courteous treatment. , L ji
Finest Wines, Liquors and Cigars at the Bar.
Our billiard hall is supplied with the best make of tablps
and competent attendants will supply all your wants
KEITH'S BLOCK, OPPOSITE x'HE UNION PACIFIC DEPOT
A Fine Line of Piece
Goods to select from.
First-class Fit. Excel
lent Workmanship.
"Nebraska.
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