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-TflE NORTH PLATTE SEMI-WEEKLY TRIBUNE : TUESDAY EVENING, NOYEMBER 26, 1895.
IRA L. BARE. Editor akd Ebopietob
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Seat "Warmer Kem, the unknown
congressman from the Sixth Ne
braska district, left Broken Bow
lor Washington last week. This
the last we will hear of Kemfor the
next six months.
As effort will be made to have
congress establish at Omuha a mil
itary school patterned after Wes
Point. Omaha is' undoubtedly
well located for such a school, but
as West Point is turning; out more
lieutenants than the army requires
there is doubt of the need .of i
As soon as the' Douglas county
officers elected at the last election
assume their offices they propose
to transfer certain departments
from the Bee building to the build
injrs owned bv the public This
Avill save the taxpayers over $2,000
per year and deprive Rosewater of
that much rent, The "howling-
dervishes" are therefore killing
two birds with one stone.
The O'Neil Frontier claims that
if the republicans of this congres
sional district nominate Judge Kin
kaid he will be elected. It says;
One vear ago the tten counties
comprising tie Fifteenth judicial
district gave Kem a majority of
1,400 and elected him to congress.
This year Kinkaid carried the same
ten counties by a majority of over
1.000. This makes a change of
over 2,400 votes. Judge Kinkaid
would have beaten Kem one year
It is said that the beet growers
at Valley have, decided to leave
ninety acres of their crop in the
ground on account of lack of a
market. The Fremont Tribune
advises these farmers to harvest the
beets and reduce them to a syrup,
which can be done cheaply by
means of a crusher and boiler.
"That paper claims that seventy-
jive thousand gallons of a fair
quality of molasses could be manu
factured from the ninety acres of
Among Uncle Sam's exports this
year is$25,' 000,000-worth of our rich
"American girls. They have taken
their gold with them and more will
follow. It has been a democratic
year for American girls as well as
for trade. It may be that republi
cans will have to insert a protection
plank in the platform for all Ameri
can girls worth over a million.
There are thousands ot them with
out a dollar of money that are worth
that; but they are in no danger
from mortgaged Dukes and Princes.
In his recent address before the
" Adams Counby Farmers' Institute,
Prof. Sweezy of the state university
said that the rainfall in Nebraska
was amply sufficient to raise a good
crop if the moisture could be retain
ed in the ground. This could be
done by mulching" or by frequent
tillage or shallow surface cultiva
tion, especially immediately follow
ing" a rain, destroying" the capillary
action and in this way arresting
evaporation. He gave it as his
opinion that there was no way by
which the rainfall could be increased
nor did he think that ponds in suf
ficient numbers could be established
to increase the humidity of the at
mosphere to any appreciable extent,
and he doubted the advisability of
such a system. The professor's
address was listened to with
marked attention, and was greatly
In speaking- of the Keely motor,
"Megargee," in the the Philadel
phia Times, says: "What has be
come of all the money? That is a
mighty difficult question to answer.
Keely himself is a rough, r.ude,
crude, man, whose personal habits
are not expensive. There is no
doubt, however, that vast sums
have been expended in useless ma
chinery, devices and -tools. One
piece of mechanism, which cost
$40,000, was paid for and immedi
ately rejected by the inventor be--cause
he claimed there was a flaw
in it. He thinks nothing of spending-
$20,000 for a piece of machinery
and a few weeks afterward throw
ing; it aside as useless. In that
queer-looking- workshop -of his in
Twentieth street, above Master, he
certainly does perform the most
marvelous things, but how he does
it no one but himself knows. I
doubt if any one ever will."
The accounts of respon
sible people who settle their
bills once a month are re
spectfully solicited. We want
HAEBINOTON & TOBIN.
fill SVlUlti LETTER
By JUSTUS yOABTHX.
tCopyrltht. 1805, by the Author.
They wero very happy. If they were
lot happy, who should be who could
ixpect to be iu -such a world as this?
Chey were both young, both handsome,
K)th in good health and strong and
iliey were man and woman, and they
?vere engaged to be married. The pros
pects of the young man,Graham Welwyn,
jvere good. He was a young medical
nan, and had jrst obtained a very imr
?ortant and promising appointment in
me of the English communities in
Ihina. The appointment was for five
rears, and at the end of that time some
ihingmuch better was expected to arise,
in appointment in London itself per-
laps. Kathenne Shirley, who was en
gaged to him, would or course nave to
jive up London ior all that time, and
ihis, it might be said, ought to be some
jource of regret to her. But, in the first
ustance, she had a passion for seeing
itrange places, and in the 'next she had
little or nothing to give up in leaving
Colonel Shirley, her father, had mar
ried a second time after the death of
Katherine's mother and he died in
ibout two years. Katherine was 16 years
)ld when -her mother died and was not
likely to forget her. She had no brothers
Dr sisters. She had for the last two years
aeen liviug under the direction of her
itepmother, who was kind enough to
aer, but never quite warmed to ner.
Mrs. Shirley had always in her mind
;ho idea that the girl resented her intra-
ion into the household which was
perhaps true enough, although Katherine
Jried hard not to show it. For she had
Tense enough to know that a man still
handsome like her father, apparently in
the fullness of life's prime, would hard
ly bo content to live on the mere mem
Dry of a past love from the age of 45.
Bowever, all that question was now set
at rest. Colonel Shirley died in his
prime, and ins daughter was lett alone
with her stepmother. Therefore it was
no great grief to her to have to leave
England for five years in company with
Hio man to whom she was to be married
the man whom she dearly loved. As
o giving up London why, she was now
only 20 years old and when she came
back with her husband after their amus
jig exile in China she would still be
inly about 25. Young people get used
np very soon now, it would seem, but
till there inusfc be considerable capacity
for the enjoyment of life left to a wom
an of 25.
The pair of lovers had been very happy
all the afternoon. Graham Welwyn had
been to luncheon with Mrs. and Miss
Shirley. They lived in a charming de
tached villa at Sydenham, and they had
also a very nice little flat in Victoria
street, which they occupied during the
season and made use ot ior trequont
runs up to town when the season was
ot on. ' It was now early autumn, and
he place at Sydenham was delightful.
Mrs. Shirley had kindly and thought
fully left the lovers alone for a good
ong time. Stepmothers are not always
srneL- Probably they are, upon the
whole, not any worse than other human
Graham had lingered for nearly two
nours. The lovers had ceen taiKing
everything ovGr and everything looked
so roseate 1 She was delighted with the
change to the entirely new country and
surroundings, and in her romantio way
was sometimes a little sorry that she did
not even got seasick, so that she might
seem to be sacrificing something for
him. Life now to her seemed all one
ong summer holiday, with youth for-
Bver at the prow, and love, according to
the American phrase, bossing the whole
"Look-here, c'arling," Graham said
as he got up and took his hat, "I must
catch this next train for town, but
there's something I want to ask your
advice about a woman would know.
I've got a letter from a woman. "
'No; really, have you, Tom? Then
they can write, these women? I was
under the impression that somebody
said we couldn't do it."
"Come, now, don't be ridiculous,
his is really a matter I do want your
serious opinion about. The letter, you
see, was not meant for me"
"No? Then whom was it meant for?"
"That is just what I don't know. It
was addressed name and address ail
right. But it certainly was not meant
"How do you know, Graham, dear?"
"Oh, well, itcouldn't, don't you see?
t was from a married woman, and it
was well, in fact a kind of a sort
of a love letter."
"But how on earth did she send it to
"Well I know her enough tqjjet in
vitations to dinner and that--and it oc
curred to me that she may have been
writing several letters and putoneinto
the wrong envelope."
"Oh, but what nonsense! Nobody
ever does that except iu stupid- novels
Yes, indeed, I once did it myself.
I sent a letter meant for the postmaster
general to the manager of a London
theater and the letter meant for the
manager to the postmaster general. "
' You silly boy 1 But you would hard-
y, l should thinic, make such a muddle
where you had any deep interest in tho
matter. You wouldn't inclose a letter
for me in an envelope addressed to the
"Well, no I don't think I should-be
likely to do that under any conditions
"Fancy," sho said thoughtfully, "my
putting a letter for you into an envelope
addressed to some one else 1"
"I can'tfancy it, Kitty."
"Neither can I," the girl replied,
with a bright smile. ""When you get a
etter from me, "Graham, you may rely
upon it that it is meant for you. Don't
flatter yourself if I should "write to
morrow or next day and give you tha
nitten, as they say in America, that it
only a letter put into a wrong envel
ope aud really meant foe the poetjuas-
r general or for"
".For Louis Afen?"
Oh, nonsense 1 Louis' Alan never
java me the chaace."
"He is such conceited oad that I
aucy he is quite certain yew would
oave h i m if he asked yoa. Of coarse he
a as a lot more m obey, than I have."
"Now, Graham, I do think yoa are
nijust to poor Louis Alan, and what
lo I care about his iyney: I have got
xhat I prize more than jnoney." But I
h h& let a t51 Mm Wdnt
Highest of all in Leavening
5ur ensraaerasnt;. for rim not sure that
.se may not ask me even Vet, and i
ihould hate to hurt his feelings. "
"I couldn't tell a cad like that any
Jiing about our private lives. He will
jet to know it all in good time through
she usual channels of information, as
"Very well-; you.knowbest," the girl
aid resignedly. "But now tell me
ibout this letter from this married lady.
iVhat is her name?"
"Oh, I must not tell you that. "
"Are there tO;bev secrets from me al
"Well, you know, this woman has
een doing- a, foolish thing, and it only
Mime into my knowledge by a mere ac
:ident, and there may be no harm in it,
ind I don't want to make you think
ivorse of her than she deserves"
"Does she sign her name?"
"Just a pet name by which Bho is
often called, IJmow."
."How does she address him?"
.."She starts off at once without any
form of address an odd thing in itself,
ion't you think?"
"Why, Graham," the girl said, look
ing a little annoyed, "you know that is
what I always do. I hate these insipid
forms 'Dear Mr. Brown' and 'Dear
Mrs. Smith,' and so on."
' 1 Yes, I know your sacred principle, '
ae said good humoredly. ' 'But then you
lon't write love letters."
"Oh, yes, I do."
"Not to the wrong person."
"No niy mind is pretty clear about
ihat," the girl said, with her glad
They talked a little over this misdi
rected lettor, and they both came to the
jonclusion that the best thing for Gra-
"It was from a viarried woman."
ham was to do nothing about it. Only a
pet name was used, and it was not nec
assary that Graham should feel at all
sertain whose tho pet name was. It was
a commonplace name anyhow, and was
borne by dozens of women. So it seem
ad better that the letter should not be
sent back qnd that the writer should be
allowed to assume that the misdirected
letter was a misunderstood letter by the
man it reached, and was carelessly
"When shall I com e tomorrow?" the
lover asked as he was about to go.
"Tomorrow I don't quite know just
yet- Nellie Cameron is coming to see
me. this afternoon or tomorrow rirfs
not certain which. "
"Mrs. Cameron 1" Graham's face
"Yes. Why do youseem surprised?
Ohl" Then a sudden thought occurred
to her, and she, too, blushed and was
"Graham," she said, almost severely,
"you ought to tell me the whole of a
story or tell me none of it."
"You are not angry, dearest?"
"I am not apt to be angry with you.
But-77y.es I think I am a little angry.
Well, you must go now." Sho spoke
"And about tomorrow?" he asked
eagerly, almost timidly.
"About tomorrow? Oh, I will write
to yon and tell you Wheif to come. I
have lots of things to do, but I must fit
you in somehow. Oh, here is somo tiro
some visitor. "
The windows opened on to a garden.
"I'll escape this way," Graham said
hastily. "I don't want to meet any vis
itor." The lovers parted with hardly a wqrd
of farewell, and the footman announced
Mrs. Cameron. Graham just heard tho
name as he was escaping into the garden
and making for the garden gate.
Mrs. Cameron was a kindly, hearted,
empty headed, prattlesomo little wom
an, whose great delight in life was to
wear her heart upon her sleeve at least
at all times when she wore sleeves,
which were only in the hours of morn
ing dress. She loved confidences and
confessions and heart stories and effu
sions of soul to souL She had know,n
Katherine for a long time and usually
spoke of her as "my soul friend" or
"my heart friend." Catherine liked her
well enough, in spite of her effusiveness
and sentimentality, and she was really
shocked at the Btory of the letter, which
she could not but believe to have been
written by Nellie Cameron. She never
could have expected anything like that
of the poor, little, kindly, foolish wom
an. She was spared further conjecture.
Mrs. Cameron came rushing to confide
the whole -troth to her and to throw
herself upon her confidence and implore
her help. Mrs. Cameron knew that the
wrong letter had gone to Graham Wel
wyn, for she knew that the other man
had got the dinner invitation meant for
Graham. The man who got the invita
don't tell me," Katherine
"I ought not to know"
Child, you don't imagine there was
inything improper in it? You couldn't
relieve that of me! We are heart, friends,
jvo two, lie and I. just as you and! are,
ind are in sympathy with each, other,
md we console each other and open our
Kmk to each other, and that day I felt
had need of him, and I wrote to him
ind told him my soul was trembled for
aim. You do believe nay word, Kather-
Ve? You muM be hers it."
"Of coarse I do. believs it, Nellk,"
Cstberine said emphatically,
Power. Latest U. S. Gov't Report
&lan, whom you snow. '
"Louis Alan 1" Katherine was a little
istonished. "I wish you had not' told
ae," she said coldly.
"Oh. but I must tell you alL You are
he friend of my soul too. "
"I do wish you wouldn't talk that
rind of stuff, Nellie, at least to me or
ibout me. Keen it for Mr. Alan. I
iare say he likes it. I don't. 11 Kather
mo could not help speaking sharply.
"Now you are angry with me, and
aowyou won't help me," poor Nellie
pleaded, her pretty little face all twitch
ing and wincing with emotion. She was
avidently on the brink of a tear torrent.
Katherine promptly interposed.
"Of course I will do anything in my
aower to help-you," she said in a sof
tened and pitying tone, "but what can
do? I don't see that there is anything
;hat wants doing. There was no harm
tn tho letter. I wouldn't write that kind
of thing again if, I were you, but I don't
rhink there is anything much to be
made about it."
"But what we want is this, dearest
"What yon want, Nellie," Katherine
iaid firmly, shutting Mr. Alan out of
dl co-operation in the business.
"What I want," Nellie said, meekly
iccepting tho correction, "is this: I
want you to explain it all to Mr. Wei
wyn and show him that 11 he has any
3uspicion he is quite wrong, and ask
him not to say anything about it, and
you will know exactly how fo put it,
and he will do anything you ask him.
Ibis is all Iwant. You will do this for
"That will be easily done, " Katherine
5aid. "Mr. Welwyn is not a suspicious
man or a man who likes to think badly
Df women, and neither does ho gossip
about women or send abroad scandals
about them." Much of this speech, it
may be said, was an indirect thrust at
tho absent Alan, who certainly had often
In Katherine's presence spoken slight
ingly and scornfully of poor Nellie Cam
eron. At tho rery moment while she Was
aying this a servant came in with some
letters for her. Katherine took tho let
ters from tho tray with an indifferent
air. She knew thero would not be one
from Graham Welwyn, but a look of
surprise came over her when she saw
that one of them was from Mr. Alan.
She was on the point of saying as mnch
to Mrs. Cameron, but prudently re
pressed herself. Mrs. Cameron present
lywent through an effusive leave taking
Then Katherine read Louis Alan's let
ter, with puckering eyebrows and red
dening angry cheeks :
My Dear Miss Sninr.nr Can you seo mo to
morrow and "what tirao? Do pray bog mo. I
have, as Shakespeare says, "a motion much
Imports our pocJ." ,1 want to fay something
to you which I have long prayed for tho cour-
ago to Bay, and which must be Bpoken at last.
Xcn mo when l may conic for a pronounce
ment of happiness or n sentence of death. Liv
Ing or dead, forever ours. Loins AlAit.
1 1 Stuff !" our angry maiden exclaimed.
"Sentimental affectation! Sickening
nonsense! Perhaps he had just been
writing some silly letter to Nellie Cam'
eron. it is a pity he did not put them
into the wrong envelopes and send hers
to me and mine to her ! Oh, I do wish
he had sent mine to her! It would open
he poor silly thing's eyes." She put
he letter into her pocket, waiting for a
quiet time to answer it. The other let
ters that she got were of the ordinary
social and conventional type invita
tions and replies to invitations, and so
forth. More callers came, and her time
rittored away. Her mind was divided
between two feelings vexation at
Alan's letter and vexation with herself
because she fancied she had been some
what harsh to Graham. That, however,
she thought, with a pleased and confi
dent smile, could be easily remedied.
There would bo no trouble in pacifying
Graham if he needed pacification. Per
haps he had not noticed anything in her
manner. Oh, yes; he must have noticed
something, hut she would explain it all
tomorrow. She would not write any ex
planation she would tell it all to him.
Sho would tell it to him when he came
tomorrow, in her letter she would onlv
ell him when to come.
At lastjshe was free to answer her
f letters and to write to Graham. She
longed to see him again longed as if
weeks had passed since their last meet
ing, as if it, were likely that weeks
would pass before their next. She
thought she had been a little harsh or
cold to him, and she was eager to make
him amends. But sho would not write
to him until the very, very last. She
would get the mere drudgery of letter
writing done, and then she would write
a letter to Graham. What an unspeak
able difference sometimes between let
ter writing and writing ,.a letter! So
bhe answered and issued numbers of in
vitations she conducted most of the
correspondence of the house and she
Wrote to her dressmaker, and after much
work of the kind sho ame to answer
Louis Alan's unwelcome and trouble
Now this was a serious business. She
had never particularly liked Louis Alan,
but she had been a good deal touched by
his devotion and her stepmother she
knew would have wished her to accept
him because he was rich and he must
have known this quite well, and yet he
was always delicate and forbearing" in
his manner to her and never pressed his
courtship unreasonably or unfairly, and
for this she was grateful Jo him. He
was rather self conceited 20 doubt, al
though darling Graham made a little
too much of that defect in a man whom
he considered at one time as his rival.
His rival! Only think of that! Louis
Alan a rival of' Graham ! The thought
had often amused her, but now it al
most shocked her. For when it harm
lessly amused her to smile at Graham'a
overwrought dislike to Mr. Alan she did
not know then what Mrs. Gam eron had
'Just told her. If ow she knew, and fancy
her lover, Graham "Welwyn, thinking
that there could ever have been any ri
valry in her heart between him and Louis
What crime had Louis Alan commit
ted? Not much of a crime after all. He
had sot into & romantio hvrjeroolicjKl
and they had written "to each, other va
rious unh armful intensities in which
there was agood deal of vanity and
Boosense on both sides and nasriow
thought of Jove on either. In trmth Mrs.
Cameron was yesy-food of her husband,
who was a ucceifl queen'a cosneel
and hardly ever had time to talk with
her. She used to say that she would be
very glad if her hostesses at London
dinner parties would allow her husband
to take her in to dinner, for then she
; would be secure of at least an hour's
talk with him. But her husband was
too busy and had absolute faith in her,
and she got into this ridiculous high
flown, sentimental correspondence with
Mr. Alan, and they wrote of themselves
id they wrote of themselves
souls and other such stuff
she misdirected the letter,
and then she
and Alan got the formal invitation to a
dinner which was meant for Graham
Kathenne did not want to take too
much of it. She believed every word
Mrs. Cameron had told her, and sho was
right. Sho did not think much harm of
Louis Alan. Still, there was the fact
that at the very time when he was
pressing, hereto marry him well, not
unduly pressing, but certainly trying
quietly to induce her to marry him he
was all the time carrying on an assthetic
flirtation with Mrs. Cameron. This was
what Miss Katherine very naturally did
not like, and she was anxious in conse
quence to give a pretty sharp rebuke to'
But how to do it how to manage it
there was tho question. Mrs. Camer
on's story had been told of course in the
strictest confidence, and only for the
purpose of obtaining Katherine's some
what extensive influence over Graham
Welwyn. She could not make any allu-
sion to that. Yet she meant to hit him a
little hard if she could.
This was what she wrote to Alan:
"It will be of no use trying to see me
tomorrow or any other day. I write this
without affectation of great compassion
for you. You .will find some woman
more suited to your tastes and temper
than I desire to be. "
"That will do," she said to herself.
Then she put the letter a little apart on
the blotting pad and left it to dry, while
she wrote her few lines to Graham.
"Come tomorrow at 1 I shall take
care to bo alone until luncheon time
and shall give you a welcome. "
That, too, would do, she thought,
and then she began thinking about the
two letters that lay open and drying side
by side. She had no pity for Alan, al
though like a kind hearted girl as she
was she would in the ordinary course of
things-have felt infinite pity for a man
whoso offer of marriage she had to re
ject But she had no pity for Alan. For
Graham for Graham for dear; darling
Graham, what infinite love and trust
and longing! "Tomorrow tomorrow
if it were only tomorrow !"
"Haven't you finished your letters
yet, Katherine?" Mrs. Shirley asked,
almost sharply, as she bustled into the
room. "It is close on post time, and
James is waiting to take the letters to
the pillar box, and you will have to
dress yet, and you'll bo quite late for,
dinner, and these formal, tiresome peo
ple coming !"
"I'm all light, "Katherine exclaimed
in great good spirits. "I have only to
seal up two letters. " Here she breath
lessly inclosed and sealed them. "Where
is James? Oh, yes ! Thank you, I shall
be dressed in no time."
I heard a story and I believe it was
quite true of a once celebrated English
tenor who is long since dead. He was
playing the principal part in tho opera
of "Tho Koseof Castile." He had in
one scene to come abruptly on to the
stage and sing a song beginning with
the line, "When tho king of Castile
pledged his word 1" His pleasant com
rades, men and women, kept playfully
admonishing him every time he was in
the part that ho must be sure not to say,
"When the king of Castile pledged his
watch !' ' The repeated admonition seem
ed to have got upon his nerves at last,
and one night ho electrified tho house
by singing in his most thrilling tone,
"When the king of Castile pledged his
watch!" This story may seem a little
irrelevant Wait, and you shall judge.
Katherine was waiting liext day for
the coming of Graham. Their usual
trystiug time was 1 o'clock, but as it
sometimes had to vary she had thought
it prudent always to write to him and
say exactly whether it was on any par
ticular day to be a fixed or a movable
festivity. Of course it would have been
easy to form a standing agreement that
Graham was to come at 1 every day un
less warned by her to the contrary, and
this would undoubtedly havo saved some
letter writing. But the man who be
lieves that lovers like to be saved tho
troublo of writing to each other is a
man who never can have been in love
Aiinself, and with whom any self re
specting woman would be ashamed to
be iu love.
Just before 1 o'clock Graham' was an
nounced. Tho meetings of the lovers al
ways took place in Katherine's own lit
tle room, the windows of which opened
on to the garden. It was the way of tho
lovers that Graham should come through
the garden to the windows and should
tap there on the glass for Katherine to
let him in, provided tho windows were
not standing open, as in fine weather
they always were. It pleased them both
that he should come in this way and
not in the way of a common visitor.
But this day, to Katherine's amaze
ment, he came in and was announced in
the way of any common visitor. The
footman preceded him, threw open the
3oor and formally announced "Mr.
Amazed at the announcement, Kath
arine looked up and saw in one glance
at Graham's face that something pain
ful had happened. Graham advanced
slowly toward 'ier, hat in hand, and
having all the air of a defiant and deter
mined intruder. He was silent stonily
silent until they were left alone, and
poor Katherine positively trembled at
"You see I have disobeyed you," he
raid sternly, "and I have come."
"Disobeyed, me in what?" she fal
tered. "In coming in that way like
. . . - r T ? t
tome ordinary visitor xes way am
you do it?"
"You are mfling with me, iiisa
"Miss Shirley! Why, Graham, what
do you mean? Are you taking leave of
I am coming to my senses, I think,"
he said solemnly. "I suppose I know
"You know me now? WeUl suppose
von do."" she said disdainfully, notcqjn-
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'thlugm our line-is guaranteed to be sold as low asat any point h
county, and we shall be glad to.figure on your bills.
W. H. HILL, Manager.-
A. F. STREITZ
Drugs, Medicines,rPaints, Oils,
PAINTEES STiripi'LrRS, -.
WlfDOW GLASS, :- MACHINE OILS,
Corner of Spruce and Sixth-sts.
q?ICARRY THIS BANNER 1
fumiM? T Call there for all kinds of
ff ' Hardware.
If 3C 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 HOUE AND BUGGY PAINTS,
LSOMINE MATERIAL, WINDOW SHADES.
ESTABLISHED JULY 1868". - - - - 310 SPRUCE STREET.
F, J- BROEKER.
NORTH : PLATTE : PHARMACY,
Dr. N. McOABB, Prop., J. B. BUSH, Manager.
istoirtih: PLATTE, - - InTEBASK: .
We aim to handle the Best Grades of
Goods, sell them at Reasonable
Figures, and Warrant Everything
Orders from the country and along the line of the Union
Pacific railway respectfully solicited.
JOS. F. FILLION,
Steam and Gas Fitting-.
Cesspool and Sewerage a Specialty. Copper nnd Galvanized Iron Cor
. nice. Tin and Iron Roofings.
Estimates furnished. Repairing of all kinds receive prompt attention
. -Locust Street, Between Fifth and Sixth,
N"orth !Platte, -
FINEST SAMPLE ROOM IN NORTH PLATTE
Having refitted our rooms in the finest of style, the public
is invited to call and see ns, insuring courteous treatment",
Finest Wines, Liquors and Cigars at the Bar.
Our billiard hall is supplied with the best make of tab-letT
and competent attendants will supply all your wants.
KEITH'S BLOCK, OPPOSITE x'HE HNIOK PACIFIC DEPOT
lumber and coal yard at Hershey, and
A Fine Line of Piece
Goods to select from.
First-class Fit.. Excel