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ONE COWSKIN.
An Iimtnnco of Gcrntnn Mllltnrr
Thrift mid Ilcil Ttipelnin.
An instanco of military thrift nml of
n rctl tape system which is not peculiar
to Germuny conies from the Prussian
war olllco. In 1800 tho guards wero
breakfasting hurriedly. They had on
the previous day fought the battle of,
Koor and had accomplished altogether
a nine days' march. This was not the
era of canned meats, and to each regi
ment had been allotted a certain num
ber of cattle which had hern hilled,
skinned and cooked, but while ll:o men
wero still eating scouts enme l:i with
the news that the Austrlaus were near
ut hand.
The men got into marching order and
In n few minutes were in rapid ad
vance toward the enemy. The Grena
dier guards, conspicuous always for
their dispatch, hurried to such purpose
that iney failed to secure the skin of
a cow which had been made over to
them for rations.
When the oillclal who was responsi
ble for the value of the hide came to
ask for It, it had to be reportel miss
lug. Inquiries were set on foot, evi
dence was collected, and a voluminous
correspondence lasting fourteen or fif
teen months failed to account for tho
skin.
There had been a cow. She had been
made over to tho guards. She had n
hide. The hide was government prop
erty, representing a sum fixed by oill
clal tariff. Tho government must bo
credited with that sum. The hide was
not forthcoming. Who should bo re
sponsible for its cash value?
It was at last decided that the colonel
of tho regiment should bo held account
able, and a year and a half after tho
conclusion of the seven weeks' war
he was requested by the war olllce to
remit the sum of 3 thnlcrs, the price
of one cowskln lost by the Grenadier
guards. When the sum was paid, the
subject was at last ofllcially dropped.
COSTLY ACCIDENTS.
A I.ONt Tin Mine nml it Lend MIiic'h
nottomlewM I'll.
Immense plans which seemed about
to bo completed, but have been brought
lo disastrous failure nt the last mo
ment, are frequent enough in the his
tory of Industry.
London Answers tells the story of a
tin mine In England which might have
yielded u fortune but for a storm.
With the finding of n new vein of ore
running out toward tho sea a new level
was driven out below tho water; then
It was found that the lode bent up
ward too near the sea bottom for min
ing to be safely carried on. Undlscour
aged, tho owner borrowed money, built
a sea wall to cut off tho water, erected
pumps and again went to work.
On tho slh day Just as an enor
mous mass oTrich ore was being tap
ped a gale came up, a ship was blown
upon tho wall, which went to pieces at
once, and the sea drove tho heavy
stones in upon the thin roof of tho
mine. In a moment the workings wero
hopelessly flooded, and tho owner was
a ruined man.
A story equally tragic is told of tho
Speedwell lead mine in Derbyshire.
Believing that n rich vein of ore exist
ed in a nearby hill, the owner risked
his entire capital to bore a tunnel 3.000
feet long into the heart of the moun
tain. Suddenly the miners broke
through a wall of rock Into a vast hid
den cavern, through which flowed a
stream of water.
They began to dump rock into tho
stream, and after 10,000 tons a bridge
began to rise out of tho darkness, and
then their farther progress was stop
ped. Month after month they tolled,
and ut last, after 40,000 tons in nil
had been cast Into the cavern, they
gave It up.
That narrow rift is known to this
day ns the Bottomless Tit.
Ytiwna of Wrath.
The singular habit of signifying an
ger by yawning is confined to tho
monkey tribe and is most marked in
tho baboon family, though the Gibral
tar apes also indulge In it. It is prob
able that the gesture Is originally in
tended to frighten an adversary by a
display of teeth, Just as a dog does,
and that the constant wide opening of
the mouth produces an Involuntary
yawn. In fact. If a human being
keeps on opening his mouth In this
way n yawn will result. If two
strange baboons are put together in
die same cage, they immediately con
tiont each other and commence yawn
ing, and If vexed or insulted by vis
itors they will do the same thing.
Fat Crystals.
If small quantities of butter, lard
and beef fat be separately boiled and
slowly cooled for, say, twenty-four
hours, the resulting crystals will show
very marked differences under the mi
croscope. The normal butter crystal is
large and globular. It polarizes bril
liantly and shows a well marked St
Andrew's cross. That of lard shows a
stellar form, while that of beef fat has
a foliated appearance, iu course of
time, as the butter loses its freshness,
the globular crystal degenerates and
gradually merges Into peculiar rosette
like forms.
An Old Verb.
To laze is an old verb. In Samuel
Rowlands' "Martin Markall," 1010. we
are told that "loyterers laze In the
streete, lurke In alehouses and range
in the hlghwales." The word occurs,
I believe, in some of Mortimer Collins'
lyrics:
Hut Cupid lazeth 'mongst tho falery lasses,
Whoso clere complexion ha oft swearttli
passes.
Notes and Queries.
Every one out of bed likes to claim
occasionally that It is force of will
power alone that Is kooplng him up.
Atchison Globe.
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The old red brick mansion stood up
primly, its harsh outlines of uncompro
mising squareness half hidden by n
riot of Guelder roses that climbed and
throw long green arms of loveliness
around the small diamond panes of the
windows. A straight box bordered patl
led down to the gate through an ave
nue of beeches where the sunlight fell
In lance rifts down upon the blue grass
fressh with tho green of May Maytlnie
In old Kentucky In the year of our Lord
18.1.1. Beyond the rustic gate U broad,
white road ran from east to west.
Those wcro strange processions that
wound nlong the great highroad, the
artery of trade from the east over the
AllcghanlcH to Kentucky and the south
ern country that lay beyond In the gate
way of the wilderness long trains of
white covered wagons filled with a
medley of women, children, household
goods, with their escorts of stalwart
men on horseback. Already the heglra
to the west had commenced, often n
tribe of C'hoctnws bound for the wig
wam of the great father, grim, dusk
faces under nodding plumes, animated
bundles, with smaller bundles bound to
the'lr backs, astride of the ponies, silent
as ghosts, and passing, always passing,
up tho long white road.
Twice each day, with the long tan-tara-ra-ra
of the bugles and the rattlo
of whip and hoof, came tho stagecoach,
n Hush of color from east to west, and
again the quiet of earth and sky.
Over the hills, whose dim, blue line
encompassed her world around, the
child's heart went each day with the
dying echo of hoof and bugle; over
the hills, where the gold lights of sun
set kissed the pink limestone cliffs,
brightening to emerald green tho tufts
of maidenhair in the deep clefts, and
farther up, where the mists caught and
held them, deepening into tho evening's
violet crown.
A slim, shy maid of barely fifteen, In
her long, narrow skirt and prim ker
chief drawn tightly across the childish
breast, the small brown hand shading
her level brows, she watched with
wistful eyes up the long ribbon of
road little Anne, with her peach blos
som face and soft gray eyes that had
dared to look from under their long
black lashes at a face that was the
face of a people's hero; not all the peo
ple, for hero In her father's house Anne
had heard fierce denunciations and
even curses against that name. But
when had polities aught to do with a
maid's romancing? Deep down in her
heart the girl cherished the memory
vT one summer evening, when all alone
the groat man retard In his horse and
sprang from the saddle to walk and
tn'k with a pretty child. Two years
had nine and row. but over the low
gate Anne leaned and dreamed of her
hero as d d that Lisa In faroff Italy
of her king.
The evening shadows grew lougcr
and the sun vanished behind the hills
ns the tinkle of bolls chimed up from
the pasture. With eyes still dream
thralled Anne wandered out and across
the read to where tho spring bubbled
up from Its mossy pool. A little rustic
summer house sheltered it, and the lit
tle stream lost itself In n dense thicket
of hazel bushes that grew close up to
the arbor. The ghi's light foot made
no sound as she entered and dropped
down upon the seat. Voices close nt
hand aroused her as a low murmur
came from the hazel copse.
"The best place Is where tho road
comes through Ilungerford's woods,
this side of the mill."
Then another voice: "I don't like It.
It's doing all tho dirty work and get
ting the kicks for pay. Let them as
wants him out of tho way put him
there."
And the first voice answered with an
oath: "What's that to you? The men
that wants Andrew Jackson dead
hain't the men ns risks nuthin'."
"Andrew Jackson." Anne's heart
gave a great bound, then almost stop
ped, as there was a rustle among the
bushes. She strained her ears to cateli
the last words.
"He'll likely spend tonight nt Ilun
gerford's, lenvlng there by daybreak."
"No. There linin't but one nigger
itlong. He don't like comp'ny a-travel-in'."
And tho low chuckle died In the
distance.
It was nearly dark ns Anne crept out
from her hiding place and glanced fear
fully up the long white road. She
knew that Ilungerford's lay fifteen
miles nwuy as tho crow flies, and to
reach it would mean n ride through the
night morning would be too late;
knew too, poor child, that in the hearts
of those about her dwelt tho bitterest
hatred of tho man thnt she would have
risked her life to save! Not that they
would have lifted a hand ngainst his
Mfe, but they would hnve laughed her
story down and bade her hush, as chil
dren should.
Alone in her little wldte curtained
room she. knelt and prayed her simple
prayer. She hud ulways been afraid of
the dark -the dark that was like whis
pering lips in your ear and the touch
of soft fingers clutching nt your gown
but the life of her hero was the high
guerdon of the deed.
One by one each door was closed.
ShH heard her father's chair pushed
bnck and knew that he was laying his
pipe on the mantelshelf; heard her
mothor setting the house in order, and
then it all grew still. The tall clock
ticked louder and louder through tho
dark with an accusing voice ten
eleven, twelve, and at the lust stroke a
little dark figure hurried across the yard
to the btable, wlioro Harry. Clay, tho
hay gelding, whinnied softly In ids
loose box. He knew the little lingers
that slipped the bit between ids velvet
lip, and he laid his handsome head
agiihist her curls In mute onrins as the
sttdd'.e v.-i.s ftliied. l!n:ry (.'lay had
never -rrlod i :iit wel; ht before, and
when the llan.ig riding skirt struck
his withers the line en is lay ch-o in he
reared and pawed the air, with Le thlu
nostrils Hurod, but a whisper, i touch
upon the inane, and he dropptd Into a
light canter along the footpath, his feet
making no sound upon the turf.
Fifteen mites to Ilungerford's, and
four hours yet until the dawn. Harry
Clay quickens his stride as u clock
from n farmhouse chimes out, "One,
two," and they have passed the brick
church at the forks of Otter creek,
where she had knelt so often at her
mother's side. "Three," and the white
road runs backward under the flying
hoofs. The moments speed, and they
gallop into the shadow of Ilunger
ford's woods. A dim old moon whb
shining, and a break In the trees let
iu the light full on the girl's face.
There was a rustle In the shadows of
the roadside, and the same rough voice
cried out: "That girl of Montague's on
the bny colt stop her! Whoa, there!"
But Anno brought the whip down on
Harry Clay's flank. Not quite swift
enough, for n pistol shot rang out, an
other and yet another, and she felt a
dull shock as Hurry Clay, maddened
by the reports and the Insult of a blow,
tore down tho white stones of the road,
the lire flashing under the iron shod
hoofs on and on, while the miles
rolled back In the dark and the gray
of dawn came over the hills. There
was something warm and wot thnt
trickled down tho great bay's shoulder
ns the little figure swayed and clung to
the saddle. As the gold broke along
tho east a horseman rode out of tho
woods In the opposite direction, tho
samo thnt had walked his horse and
talked with the pretty child two years
agonc.
Tho reins dropped on Harry Clay's
neck ns Andrew Jackson rodo along
side just in time to catch her ns she
reeled from the saddle, and then, with
her head against his heart, the little
maid sobbed out her story, while tho
sweet face grew paler and tho Avlld
roses died from the pretty cheeks as
the drip, drip of the blood went put
tering down.
The grim, dark face hardened into
steel as he beckoned to the negro that
rode n little behind him.
"(Jo back to the farm and toll them
to make ready, and, mind you, lose no
time In sending for the doctor." Very
carefully and slowly ho rode, bearing
tho light weight, while tho still face
lay against his brenst, smiling dream
ily. At tho farmhouse nil was bustle and
stir. Mistress Ilungerford's capable
hands laved the wounds and made all
sweet and clean in tho chamber where
they carried her to await the coming
of the doctor.
Very quiet and still she lay when he
came to bid her farewell. Ills face
was sad and stern when lie bared his
head by tho low white bed where Anno
lay. They two were alone when Anne
opened her great gray eyes on the face
of her dreams, and in thnt look ho
whose heart lay burled in a woman's
grave in Tennessee read the old story
sanctified In the white shrine of the
maiden soul; rend also, with n soldier's
unerring knowledge, the whiteness
about tho pretty mouth. Tho stern face
grew tender nnd tho engle eyes were
dimmed ns ho leaned to that unspoken
prayer, laying his lips upon tho white
ones beneath, that quivered a moment
nnd were still.
The child's eyes looked beyond tho
hills nt last.
Tiro Kind of T)rrnrineas.
You hear often from car window ob
servers of tho "dreary" desert, the
"hopeless," the "cheerless" desert, but
tho desert deserves none of these adjec
tives. It Is dreadful, if you wish, in
the way In which it punishes the igno
rance nnd presumption of those who
know uot the signs of thirst; it some
times Is awful in its passions of dust,
torrents, heat; it is even monotonous
to those who lovo oily the life of
crowded cities but it is never dreary
or cheerless. Hopelessness may well
apply to the deserts of Mulberry street
and Smoky hollow, with their choked
nndheated tenements, their foul odors,
their swarms of crowded and hideous
human life, but the desert of the arid
land Is eternally hopeful, smiling,
strong, rejoicing In itself. The desert
is never morbid In its adversity. On
the other hand, It is calm and sweet
and clean the cleanest of all land.
Not till man comes, bringing his ugly
mining towns nnd his destructive
herds, does It bear even the vestige of
tho unclean, the drenry, the unplc
turesque. Bay Stannard Baker in Century-
("The Great Southwest").
Hound l'ega In Square Hole.
A great deal of misdirected effort in
tills blundering world Is due to the fnct
that people are compelled to engage in
work which they dislike, when Just
around the corner, so to speak, Is work
which they might love. Ambitious par
ents decree that the lad wiio would
make n painter, whose eye for color
nnd form Is true or whoso soul responds
nnd fingers thrill to tho vibrating
chords of melody, shall instead enter a
counting room nnd bo apprenticed to a
business for which he bus no aptitude.
Similarly, a boy who would succeed
in farming or in tho carpenter's shop
Is destined to n liberal profession nnd
compelled to undergo a long course of
training for this, which, owing to his
lack of fitness. Is almost abortive in Its
results. Half tho failures and defeats
In life may be attributed to the placing
of the round peg In the square hole.
Men nnd women are forced to work nt
that which they dislike and which does
not enlist their highest powers. Har
per's Bazar.
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Men'6 Suits at $4- to S25.00
Youths Suits at 3.00 to 14.00
Boys' 3-pieco Suits 35o to 6.50
Boys 2-piecc Suits g8c. to G.00
BSrSee our lino of SPRING OVERCOATS.
Men's Working Shirt 35 cents.
Men's Fancy Madras Percale Soft Fin
ish Shirt 35c- o i-5
Men's S3. 50 Regent Shoes S2.50 to S3. 50
In DRY
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Happy!
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HEN we can make oth
ers happy. To do
good and increase
pleasure is our aim.
To please you will
please us most. But
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we can't leave our business to
call on you. So, cannot you
call on us ?
We are making a study of
Art and J &
Photography
And try to keep posted on the
latest fashions. And wc want
to talk to you about these
tilings. It will do us good.
Sometimes we are busy with
work that takes all our atten
tion, but don't take this as a
sign that se don't want to
see you.
MARK'S STUDIO, J
ALLIANCE, NEB,
Small loans on sfwrt
time. Bankable paper.
C. E. Marks & Co.
MollrinR llros. Talk Nlmcx.
J6vcr Dave trouble. 1
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With Oxfords Slipping Up and W
Down ? The Kind We &
Sell is the $?
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Black Vici Kid, Patent Tip, Cuban Heel,
We Want You to See "The Beauty, -We
Have a Strong Line of Turns and
Welts, Cuban or Flcnge Heels,
We are anxious to have you see these and others.
No Cheap Ones, But Good Ones
Men's a ml Hoys' Clothing.
Stock of Clothing, Gent's Furnishings, Hatsand
Shoes to our Large Stock, we have itPplaced andfmark
ed so we can wait on the trade and give them such
values as will be appreciated
GOODS,
We can save you money. We bought in large
quantities and at the right prices, and you shall have
the benefit. Call and get our prices and be convinced.
Get our prices on Carpets and Curtains, before purchs
ing this spring.
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01 03. NORTON'S
LAMBERSON& STETTER
ARE PROPRIETORS OP THE"
Finest "Wines, Liquors and Cigars.
Agent for FRED KttUG BREWING CO.,
SELECT CABINET,
EXTRA PALE and Other Popular Brands.
. . Eam-Ilr Txa,d.e Solicited . . ,
Goods I)eli7ercd to any part of the city. Come and See Us.
Phone 136
Dray and Transfer Line.
Phone 139.
$3 00 jj
2 60
3 00 $
Cheap.
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140 pairs Men's Shoes, NATE HART
prices 2.2s0to 2.75
To lie closed out at 1.G5
240 pairs Men's Shoes, NATE HART
prices 3.50 to 4.00
Our price '. 2.25
JKtT We sell the best S3.50 to S5.00 Shoes on' the:
market. 1
Men's Hats, NATE HART'S price. 2.50 to Vso
Our price , 1.98
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" X J HEN YOU GO TO LEAVE TOWN, don't worry
Jj about what to do with your Household Goods.
S. A. Miller will take charge of them; store them
gig in a nice, dry and cool place and pack and ship
"" them wherever desired. Charges reasonable.
The only spring dray line in the city
JA. Miller.