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ON AN ACTRESS. fcjTVshe played -rarely, though it had been played A. hundred times, and some of more renown Have played it-wrorse, tat she bewitched the touxi. Dowered "srith ethereal loveliness, she swayed All "hearts to love, -while music lent soft aid. Ehe moved, she spoke, and, -when sho Troaid, drew down Xanghter nnqtienchable, the player's crown, Bj mbol that all her frolic rule obeyed. Aye, she played rarely, but myself, who knew What grief had gripped her in its chill embrace, Could hear dumb weeping in her -words, and through .Her mei- pose the anguished soul could trace And. pierce the frippery of art unto The pallor shining in her perfect iace. London World. "THE MZQI'S JEM. J had been ill -with fever. They tell me that it was a Eevero illness and that the outcome was for many days in -doubt Twice, they said, my feet press ed on the verge of the dark valley, and twice was I drawn back. I know little of this personally. For two weeks or more I was either delirious or nncon Ecions. Then, one bright Hay morning, I came back from the land of Ehadows. It seemed to me, as I lay there, that my mind was nnnatnrally acnte. I fan cied that my enfeebled physical condi tion accentuated the action of my-brain. It seemed as if the rest Iliad given it the rest, at least, from lucid action had reinvigorated it. I remember that I threw a great deal of thought into the construction of the first connected sen tence I addressed to my man. This is what I said: "Any letters, George?" He started up hastily. 'Letters, sir? Yes, sir, letters and a telegram." "Bead the telegram,"! Eaid, after another spell of thought. He tore open the yellow envelope. "Just heard of your illness. Start for home today. Mary." Mary is my promised wife. I recalled that she was at Colorado Springs-with her invalid mother when I fell ill. I looked at George. Ho must have read mv question. Ho seemed to make a mo mentary calculation. "If all gees well, sir, she should be here today. " Mary was coming. The thought act ed on me like a tonic I wanted to throw aside the blankets and leap to the floor. Gods! And I couldn't even raise my arm. "Get flowers, George," I murmured. 'Let in the sunlight. Hide these bot tles." He smiled and smoothed the blankets above me. "Everything "shall be as presentable as possible, sir, " he said. As presentable as possible? That note of execution must mean me. Never mind, Mary was coming, Mary loved me too well to take offense at my changed appearance. "George," I said, "tho world is still outside there, I suppose. Head tho news paper." He read to me for half an hour or more, read the news just as it came to hand telegraph, local, political. For a time his voice has simply a lulling effect. Then I began to take notice of tho substance of what he read. When I had heard all I wanted, I bade him stop and let the substance of his read ing filter through my brain. As I strove to recall it all there was an item that Eeenied to hold my fancy in a peculiar way. It was a telegram which told that a nizam of lir Hindustan had been rob bed of an almost priceless diamond which it was nnderstocd he meant to present to Queen Victoria at the time of the coming jubilee. This story. I say, seemed to fascinate me tho diamond of the nizam, filched from its oriental owner, gleaming mayhap from the dusky corner of some squalid hut when if should be eclipsing the jewels of a gueen. And Mary was coming. What a gift for Mary that diamond would he Mary, my queen 1 There was a strange humming in my head, bat out of it all came one clear thought I would get that diamond and givo it to Mary. When I had determined on this, I seem ed to grow cool and calculating. I real ized how helpless I was physically, but jny will power, thank God, was still left me. I would concentrate my mind cn the thief. I would will him" to come to me. I had read somewhere that the soul in a body purified by the fire of disease rises abovo the restrictions of CGmmon clay. Was not my soul eo purified? I fixed my thought upon the nizam 's dia mond. lied clouds roiling rapidly; out of them a touch of bine sky, a whirl of yel low dust, a sun that beat down fiercely from inidheaven; the walls of a city, a city with queer minarets and towers, and strange palaces; a city with a huge gateway through which passed in and out a motley array of strange garbed people: bullocks and carts, and then a lumbering elephant, and red coated sol diers, and white turban ed men with brown faces. And the air was hot and drv, and a strange odor came to my nos trils. Then in a corner by the huge portals I noted a crouching figure a turbaued native with strange rings in his cars and an eye tint gleamed with a start ling whiteness. And on him my thought centered. Then he arose from his bent nosition and slunk forth. As he passed amid the snarling dogs that j fought and yelped beyond the city walls I noticed that in the folds of his garments he held a long, keen knife. Ever and anon he looked over his shoul der as he slouched along. And the sun glared, and the desert spread before him, and the dust arose in yellow puffs. Then came two native soldiers riding cn weary horses, and they cried out at sight of the-footman. And -when they dismounted to ceize him the knife flashed, and one soldier lay Eilent at his feet, and the other fled acrosrthe gleam ing desert, and the knife was red. There were clouds and confused scenes, and out from them all the man with the red knife pressed nn, in his ! eyes a strange light, a gleam, half -terror, half desperation, the look of a haunted man, whose fate impels him forward. Then another city, a city of whitewashed walls and many huts and few palaces and stretches of the sea and the masts of ships The swish of waves, and tbe roaring of the wind, and the .rattle cf cordage, and in the midst- of the ship the brown faced man calmly indifferent to the tempest. More clouds and long blanks of cha otic nothingness. My eyes find them selves gazrag at the wall of my icons, inn rjy HOTien3 and throng hjs steps the man who crouched "by theo" ty gates. Step by step he comes to my bed side, and his eye glistens and his knife is red, and my eye never leaves his. Then he pauses and bends low with his arms outstretched. "Sahib," he murmurs, and his voice is singularly low and gentle, "I am here." "The diamond!" I hoarsely murmur. He removes his turban and slowly unwinds its many folds. As he dees so the room Eeems filled with the rustle of garments, and a strange, sweet perfume comes tc me. There are whispers, too, and a Ecund like a stifled Eon. Slowly the stranger unfolds his tur ban, and suddenly out of it leaps a great white pebble. He lifts it before me betwixt his lean brown thumb and forefinger, and I know that in his other hand he holds the red knife. "The diamond of the nizam, sahib, " ho murmurs. As ho speaks a sudden ray of sun light falls upon the white pebble and a mighty glory seems to fill the room. My eyelids drop before that glare. I Eee the brown face of the Indian bend lower. I see his fingers clutching at his knife. The room grows dark and yet darker. I seem to be slipping away, slipping away. "John!" Is that my name? Is Eomebody call ing me? What is this that holds my hand and draws me back? No, no; let me go. "John!" Surely somebody is calling me. I open my eyes slowly, so slowly. Across the level of my bed I see the face of George leaning forward, his features in the shadow, his eyes gleaming with frightened anxiety, in his hand a tiny medicine glass that catches a dazzling ray of sunlight. Somebody else is there, Eomebody who holds my hand tightly, somebody who calls again: "John, dear!" I raise my eyes a little higher. An other face is bending over me, a white, tear stained face. "John!" It is Mary. And so 1 came back. W. H. Bose in Cleveland Plain Dealer. The Kaiser's Story. The emperor's "lieblingsblume" lias become the national flower of Germany and the symbol of patriotism, but it will never be forgotten why he loved it, and the beautiful and touching story possesses ever new interest when told in his own words. Finding how many incorrect versions were spread about to account for his fondness for the Eimple field flower, the aged kaiser related the following pathetic incident: "As my mother fled with myself and my deceased brother from Memel to Konigsberg during the troublous times at the beginning of our century, the misfortune happened to us that one of the wheels of our coach broke in the midst of tho plain. No village wa3 within reach, and we seated ourselves on the edge of the ditch while the dam age was being repaired as well as cir cumstances would permit My brother and I were rendered both tired and hun gry by this delay, and particularly I, being a weak and delicate little fellow, gave my dear mother much trouble with my complaints. In order to dis tract our thoughts, my mother stood up, pointed out the many beautiful blue flowers in the fields and requested us to gather them and bring them to her. Then she made wreaths of them, and with joy we watched her skillful hands. Thereby the sad state of the country, her own trials and the anxiety concern ing her sons' future may well have once more pressed heavily on my mother's heart, for slowly tear after tear welled from her beautiful eyes and fell on the wreath cf cornflowers. This emotion of my devoted mother went deeply to my heart, and, forgetting my own childish Eorrow, 1 attempted to console her with caresses, during which she placed the blue wreatb, glittering with tears, on my head. I was then 10 years old, but this touching scene has never faded from my memory, and if now, in my old age, I behold the sweet blue flower, I imag ine I see the tears of the most devoted of mothers shining upon it and there fore love it above all others. " Jena's Celebration. The University of Jena this year cele brates its three hundred and fiftieth an niversary. It was founded in 1547 by Prince Jobauu Friedrich, who, having lost his own University of Wittenberg, together with his personal liberty, at the battle of Mahlberg, took the first steps toward the foundation of Jena. Its first professor wasMelanchthon, Lu ther's friend, but he resigned the same year in consequence cf religious dissen sions. The first score cf students came from Wittenberg, and their numbers grew so fast that their manifestations of joy when, a few year3 afterward, their prince was liberated were enough to precipitate a first class town and gown riot. As a consequence the towns folk refused to harbor the students any longer, and it took the intercession of the prince to appease them. The Offender. "Yen ought to have been firmer in your discipline when the boy was little. Spore the rod, and yon spoil the child." 'I know it, and if I had it to do over again I'd club his indulgent old grand father black and blue." Chicago Trib une. JSasy. "Blowly, how does that dog of yours know just when to meet you at the train every time you come hoinef" "Simple enough. I keep a timo table hanging in his kenneL" Detroit Free Press. The Eaca Track Proverbs. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained," He caroled as he started. When he returned, he sighed, "A fool A-nri Tijg money soon are parted," Washington Star. Domestic Tclesrapby. "What do you think of Tesla's scheme of telegraphing without wires?" "That's nothing new. My wifa has kicked my shins nnder tho table for 20 years." Chicago Kecord. Proof of His Visit. Mrs. Gobang Tho iceman skipped us this morning. Gobang Yon must be mistaken. I noticed that tbe dumbwaiter was damp awhile ago. Truth. Poor Atlas! Fd rather be most any man In history's class or fame's bright bands Than Atlcis, for he ahvays.had A -world of trouble on his Lands. Cincinnati Tribasa. ;ALfF.iJLE30N. Sfcere, Utile sirL don't cry. They're broken your doll, Itaaw, your tea set bluo Ami your toyhouse, too, Are thfags of the tens ago. ' Est riavtUh troubles will soon pess by, SSere, little girl, don't cry. There, little girl, don't cry. They've brolrcn your slate, 1 know, A-nri tho glad -wild -ways Of your schoolgirl days Are things of the long age Bat life and lore will soon come by. There, little girl, don't cry There, little girL don't cry. They've broken your heart, I knorr. And the rainbow gleams Of your youthful dreams Are things of the long ago. But heaven holds all for which you sigh. There, little girL don't cry. James Whitcomb Biley. AS EDIM LEGEND. In the county of Berkshire, stats of Massachusetts, the lofty Monument iiountain rears its gray form. If there fe anything sublime attached to a mount, a rare beauty will be admitted to linger around this wild and tower ing line of rocks. Its bold and frown lug front extends about one mile, and so roughly is it flung together by na ture and standing at the same time eo perpendicular that a tremulous chill hurries over the body as the awestruck beholder gazes up at it A few knotty, dwarfish pines are to be seen peering obliquely from the narrow crevices, looking green even among rock$ like hope flourishing on tho borders of de spair. The red bolt from the thundercloud, the winds and tho power of centuries have- torn way many fragments of stone from on high and sent them smok ing to the base, whero already a long pyramidal line is strung along, quite a mountain in itself. The rear of this place falls off with a gentle slope, which is overshadowed by tall and regal look ing trees, whose giant roots have never been broken. It presents a fearful yet magnificent appearance. There is no village near to wake the solemnity of its Eolitude, and silence is as profound at the sun's meridian as at the hush of midnight. It always seemed to me this Epot was a favorite with the euu, for the first rosy flush of morning appeared un easy until drinking tho dew from the trees upon its brow, and his last rays lingered there at evening, even after a partial twilight began to fling a dusky shade over the vast valley below. But this may be imagination. I must just mention a circumstance in relation to this mountain which gave to it the appellation which it ha3 received. Once this backward slope was stud ded with the wigwams of the Indians, called the Stockbridge tribe, and tradi tion has handed down many an ambig uous and chilling tale in regard to them. It was an established law among them that when an Indian committed a deed the penalty of which was death he should plunge himself, or, refusing to do this, be plunged by some one of his tribe, over this, frightful precipice. Many had been dashed to the rocky vale below, and eo high was the spot from where the victims were cast off that it was generally supposed that the rapid descent through the air deprived them of breath, and few if any had ev er been conscious of anything when they had reached the earth. A beautiful squaw transgressed by marrying into another tribe, and the penalty for such an offense was and ev er had been death. She was well aware what her fate would be previous to her sealing it, hut it did not restrain her. She disobeyed, and nothing could atouo but the full exten.t of the law. Although Ehc had courage sufficient to face death in marrying, she did not feel willing to sacrifice herself according to the man date, and it therefore devolved upon Eome one to precipitate her over the cloud capped mountain. All her limbs being bound except her hands, sho was borne to the verge and launched away with all the stoicism for which the In dians are famous. But here a thing oc curred which had never been known before. In her downward flight Ehe came'in contact with the long branch of a pine which swung out many feet from the recks, and, grasping it with the clutch of death, succeeded in break ing the force she had attained, and re mained holding fast, suspended between the top and base of the mountain. There she hung at the mercy of a slender branch, without even a hope of rescue. The space between her and the rocks was too much to think of touch ing them, and her strength, even in the cause of life, was not sufficient to draw her up to the limb. She cast her eyes up, but nothing was there but her re lentless enemies, whose diminished and dusky forms were arranged along the edge of the monnt. They mocked her in the situation in which she was placed, and the aisles of the forest reverberated to their hideous and unearthly yells. Below all was in miniature the rocks were dwindled to a level with the surrounding vale, the trees bad shrunk away to bushes, an old chief, who was sitting on a rock string ing his bow. was but a speck, and the outline of his form could scarcely be traced. It was morn when her sentence was executed, and tradition says that when the shadows of evening began to gather round she still was there, and her Ehrill cry was heard disturbing the quietness of tho hour. .Night came and passed away, and still she was swinging on this sloping pine, and the noise which she uttered told that hunger was doing his work upon her. Late in the morn ing some of the Indians, going over to the verge of the precipice and bending over, saw a few crows circling round the unfortunate victim's head, as if im patient for her wasting body, which they evinced by diving and darting at her form and then, rising suddenly in the air with outstretched wings, as if some motion of life had deterred them from their purpose. Often did they rest their weary wings upon the very tree by wbicn Ehe was supported, and tho iong day passed with some one of these gablo creatures watching the moment when the grasp should fail and her body fall below. It was on the night of the second day that a scene took place which has never been forgetten. The sun fell away at eve with a peculiar splendor, turning every object in the valley to a golden light and causing the Housatonic, in its serpentine course, to gleam up and Epangle like liquid fire. Many was the hunter who lay watching the beauty of the beams which were flung around him.. and when the last gorgeous streak had faded ov'erMonumehtnioantain the broad heavens wero clear and blue, ex cept the crimson folds which floated in grandeur along the weet. Yet-the squaw still hung by the branch of the pine, and her cries alternately rose through the deep stillness that reigned around. But soon a leaden haze began to rise along tho azure wall of the west and was Ehortly succeeded by dark, dismal looking clouds, around whose edge the lightning played, as if to light them on in their sad and gloomy pathway. The thunder muttered faintly, then sent its roll up to tho meridian, and finally, with increased power, cracked and shook through the very heavens. The shriek of the squaw was heard in the profound pause after the roar had died away, but its echoes stirred not the sympathies of any one of the tribe. Higher and high er rose the storm. Thelightning crinkled over the sky more vividly, and the re port followed so Eoon and heavy that the gray old trees of the mount trem bled as the peals hurst through the up per world. Night had set in with all its black ness, when a party of the tribe proceed ed to behold the situation of tho squaw. Soon after their arrival aflame of fire suddenly lit up the woods. The pine was struck by a thunderbolt, setting it on fire, which, being parted from the cleft of the rock, spun Tonnd and round eo Ewif tly that naught could be traced of tho tree itself or the squaw whom they sup posed to be attached to it. Upward it hurried into the air, burning and whiz zing in its course, the torrents of rain not even dimming its glare. Tradition says it whirled with such velocity that it did not seem to the eye to turn at all. Away it went, and it is Eaid the Indi ans gazed at it until it seemed no big ger than a star, when finally it was lost in the. blackness of the sky. The base of the mount was immediately exam ined, but nothing was to be seen either of the pine or tbe squaw, when it wa.1 finally conc'uded in council that it was the work of the Great Spirit The Indi ans, therefore, raised a monument by rolling stones together, which stands to this day, and from which the mountain takes its name. The untutored urchin quickens hi& pace when passing this Epot after day light has departed from its summit and whistles a lively air to elevate nis drooping spirits, and the teamster, as the crack of his whip rings among the rocks, starts from his seat as if a spirit spoke, eo strango are the associations connected with Monument mountain. New York News. Tjrew on Sight, Commercial law terms are not entire. Jy safe at all times. John E. Watroua, deputy United States marshal for the Eouthern district of Kansas, sends in this story : Mart Hoover years ago, when Kansas was not the cultivated commonwealth it has since become, had sent a consign ment of corn to a commission merchant in Kansas City. The merchant tele graphed, telling the consignor: "Your credit is $27.40. Draw on me at sight " But Hoover was mad. He had ex pected his money, aud none came. He felt he had been duped, and he treasured up the grievance. One time, about six weeks later, the commission man came to Hoover's town, got cut of the bus and started to walk down street. Hoo ver saw him and instantly drew his re volver and fired. His eye was fairly good. The bullet cnt away the mer chant's necktie and unfastened bis col lar. Then Hoover put up his gun. "That's expensive shootin," Eaid he, "but I reckon you're as sorry as I am." "What do you mean" demanded the town constable, arresting the gun man. "He told me to," said Hoover, snr prised. "Told you to?" demanded the white cheeked city man. "I never did any thing of the kind." "You did," Eaid Hoover, and draw ing out the telegram he read: " 'Draw on me at Eight.' "I done it," Eaid he. Chicago Post Shirt Signs. "In Brooklyn the other day," said a resident of Manhattan borough, "I saw in the window of a furnishing goods store this sign: 'Shirt Constructor. ' There is a furnishing goods store in New York that displays, among other gigns, one marked 'Shirter.' There uEed to be another furnishing goods Etore in this city with a sign reading, as I re member it, 'Shirt Builder,' but 'Shirt Constructor' is now as far as I know." New York Sun. Cmcl 3Ian. She "What a little mouth your young lady friend has! It doesn't look large enough to hold her tongue. He It doesn't Tit-Bits. he Knife. Mr. Lincoln Nelson, of Marshfield,Mo., writes: "For six years I have been a sufferer from a scrofulous affection of the glands of my neck, and all efforts of physicians in Washington, D. C, Springfield, HI., and SL Louis failed to reduce the enlargement After six months constant treatment here, raj phvsician urged me to submit to a re moval of the gland. At this critical mo ment a friend recommended S.S.S., and laying aside a deep-rooted preju dice against all patent medicines, 1 be gan its use. Before I had used one bot tle the enlargement began to disappear, and now it is entirely gone, though I am not through with my second bottle yet Had I only used your S.S.S. long ago, I would have escaped years of misery and saved over $15-" This experience is like that of all who suffer with deep-seated blood troubles. The doctors r" do no good, and even their resorts to the knife prove either fruitless or fatal. S.S.S. is the only real blood remedy; it gets at the root of the disease and forces it out perma nently. S.S.S. (guaranteed purely vegetable) A Real Blood Remedy is a blood remedy forreal blood troubles; it cures the rnost obstinate cases, of Scrofula, Eczema, Cancer, Rheumatism, etc, which other so-called blood reme dies fail to touch. S.S.S. gets at the root of the disease and forces it ontper- manentlv. Valuable books will uname uoocs wi. sss be sent free to any address by the Swift Specific Co., At lanta, Ga. Beware on A Tead as a Talisman. The Western Morning News reports a remarkable case of superstition. A young woman in Penzance had suffered from fife, and she adopted a remedy which would be to most people almost as repulsive as tho disease itself. She procured a live toad, placed it in a hag, hung it around her neck and carried it next her body. The woman was cured of her fits, but she was being medically attended at the Pensance infirmary at the same time. The woman believes, however, that this was a coincidence and that her stapgo talisman was the instrument of hra: cure. South Wales News. A Different Matter. The Man (expectantly) Then you will be my wife? The Girl No, indeed. I simply saii 1 loved you. New York Ledger. To XiTc To live is to hrive justice, truth, rea son, devotion, probity, sincerity, com mon Eense, right;and duty welded into L:e heart -Tictcr Hugo. A fancy dress bail is given once a year by the lady artists, sculptors, sing ers and -actresses of Berlin. No males are permitted at this ball, and about one-third of the attendants go in mascu line costume. The yield of wheat in France, owing to the careful cultivation of the soil aud the large quantity of guano and other fertilizers employed, is 17 bushels per acre. HUMPHREYS 5 No. No. No. No. No. No. 1 Cures Fever. 2 3 4 8 Worms. Infants' Diseases. Diarrhea. Neuralgia. 9 Cures Headache. No. 10 No. 11 No. 12 No. 14 Dyspepsia. Delayed Periods. Leuchorrea. Skin Diseases. No. IS Cures Rheumatism. No. 16 " Malaria. No. 20 x Whooping Cough No. 27 " Kidney Diseases. No. 30 " Urinary Diseases No. 77 " Colds and Grip. Sold by Druggists, or sent prepaid on receipt of price, 25c., or 5 for Sl- Da. HGnrmtEYs'', Uojieopatuic Mjlsuai. or Diseases M att up Pukx. Hmnphreys' Hed, Co., Ill 7iUiam. St.H.T. Legal Notices. .NOTICE TOR PUBUCAXIOif . land Office at Korth tlatte, IJeb., Jnne ltth, 1S97. f Notice is hereby giTen that Leopold Polrel has filed notice ot intention to mate final proof before the Becister and Heceiver at hi office in North Platte, Neb., on Wednesday, the 28th day of July, 1S97, on timber ctjltnre application No. 12155 for the south half of tbe northwest quarter lots 3 and 4 of Section No. 2. in Township No. 9 North, range No. Z2 West. He names as tritnes?esc William H. Minney, Louis Hnblitz, IjbtI Wolfe and Wiley Matthe-XF, all of Dickens, Neb. JOHN T. HJN1IAN, 52-6 Begister. KOTICE FOB PUBLICATION. Land Offico at Korth Platte, Neb., ? July 6th. 1SS7. V Notice is hereby given that the foIloKiu-nsned settler has filed notice of his intention to make final proof in sap port of his claim, and that said proof -will be mad' before Begister and Receiver at North Platte. Neb., oa August 17th, lS07,Tiz: WILLIAir W. JOLLHT. who made Homestead Entry No. l.WD for the northwest quarter of section 32, in township 11 north, range 31 trest. He names the following witnesses to prove his csontinuous residence upon and cultivation of said land, viz Martin II. Mc Dermott, John HcConnel, George Miller and Cecil Tnell" all of Somerset, Neb. JOHN T. HIN3IAN, "M Renter. NOTICE FOK.PDBLICATIOK. Land Office at North Platte. Xeb ) June 15th, 1SS7. J Notice is hereby given that the following-named settler has filed notice of his intention to niak final proof in support of his claim and that said proof will be made before the Begister nod Re ceiver at North Platte, Neb., on July 23th, 1ST,, viz: CHARLEY L BOTCE, who made Homestead Entry No. KL515, for the northwest quarter of setHion 20, township 1 1 north, range 31 west, lie names the following witne-e-! to prove his continuous residence upon and esti vation of said land, viz: Edward L. Wilson, l4tus J. Kidder, William Hazen and Brewer ilarsJial, all of Somerset, Neb. 53 JOHN T. HIKMAN. Begister. NOTICE FOIL PUBLICATION. Land Office at North. Platte. Neb., ) July 12th, IS37. f Notice is hereby given that the following-named sctllcr has filed notice of his intention to make final proof in support of. his claim, and that said proof will be made before Begister and Receiver at North Platte, Neb., oa August 21st, 1SS7, vizi CHARLES A. LOKEB, who made Homestead Hntry No. 1j,SSS, for the west half of the norihwtet quarter and northeast quarter of the northwest quarter and northwest quarterof the northeast quarter section 26, town ship It north, range S3 west. He names the fol lowing witnesses to prove his continuous residence npon and cultivation of said land, viz: John Ah! bora, Leonard Laubaer, Charles W. Keys and August Murphy, all of Sutherland, Neb. 61-8 JOHN F. HINMAN, Begister. IN THE COUNTY COURT OF LINCOLN COUN TY, NENRASKA. To Peter B.WykofT, Join Billon. James M. Ham, executors of the Estate of Sidney Dillon, de ceased, and the unknown heirs of said Sidney Dillon, defendants. You and each of yoa will take notice that on the 12th day of July, 1S37, the Suburban Irrigation District of Lincoln county, Nebraska, plaintiff, filed its petition against you in the Connty Coort of Lincoln county, Nebraska, the object and prayer of which are that the Judge of said court shall appoint five appraisers, disinterested free holders of said connty, to ascertain the compensa tion to be paid by the pLiintiff to eaid defendants for a right of way for lateral canal across the following lands of said defendants, to-wit: The northeast quarter of th southwest quarter, the west half of the southeast quarter of tectioa 3, and lot 1 and 2 of section 10, township 13. range 30 west of 6th P. M., in Lincoln county, Nebraska. Said petition will be heard in said court cn the 13th day of August, 1KT7, at one o'clock in the afternoon of said day, at which time you and each of yon are required to show cause, if any there be. why the prayer of said petition should not be granted. Dated North riatte. Nebraska. July 12th. 1897. SUBURBAN IRRIGATION DISTRICT. By T. C. PiTrrssos, Its Attorney. 00-1 FOR FINE RIGS at EEASONLE PEICES GO TO Ilk t Lock's Stale. Northwest Corner Coort-hoc Square. First National Banfc, A. F. STREITZ Drugs, Medicines, Paints, WINDOW GLASS, D exits oil e Corner of Soruce i THOSE NEW STYLE REFRIGERATORS Are selling rapidly. The many good :5s points possessed by them can easily be 5 ascertained by an inspection. ... H GASOLINE STOVES j j Axe being sold by us cheaper now than 3 ever bef ore in fact we are making a 3E " "leader" of them. "We handle the best 13 in the market. Come in and see them. Hi j GARDEN HOSE, SPRINKLERS, 3 and other seasonable goods are car- i2 ried in stock, together with a complete E 5 line of Hardware. We still sell Bicy- 3 - cles and bicycle supplies. . 3 Eoley Block. Who no one Owes. Z3 UUlUiUiUilWUiUiUiiliUiUJUiUlUiUiUiUlUiUiUiUiUiU C. F. IDDINGS AND GRAIN Order by telephone from Newton's Book Store. N. McCABE, Proprietor. J. E. BUSH, Manascr. North Platte Pharmacy. Drags and Druggists' Sundries. We aim to handle the best grades of goods 3fc Sell everything at reasonable prices, and 5 warrant all goods to be jnst as represented. All Prescriptions Carefully Filled by a Licensed Pharmacist. Orders from the country and along the line of the Union Pacific Railway is respectfully solicited. First door north of First National Bank. fTHR, A Ni K i .TNT FEALES WALL-PAPER, PAINT AND OIL DEPOT. WINDOW GLSS.TAKXISHES, GOLD LEAF, GOLD PAINTS, BRONZES, ARTISTS' COLORS AND BRUSHES, PIANO AND FURNITURE POLISHES, PREPARED HOUcvE AND BUGGY PAINTS, KAXSOMINE MATERIAL, WINDOW SHADES. ESTABLISHED JULY 1S6S. - - - - 310 SPRUCE STREET- FINEST SAMPLE EOOM Hf UOETH PLATTE Having refitted our rooms in the finest of style, the pnblic 13 invited to call and see 113, insuring courteous treatment. Finest Wines, Liquors and Cigars at the Bar. Our billiard hall is supplied ivith the "oest. make of tables and competent attendants will supply all yonr wants. , KEITH'S BLOCK, OPPOSITE x'flE UtHON PACIFIC DEPOT CAPITAL, - - $50,000. SURPLUS, - $22,500. H.S. "White. - - - President P. A. mite, - - - Vice-Pres't. Arthur McNamara, - Cashier. A general banking business , transacted. - : - MACHINE 01LSr potlieke and Sixth-sts. 9 .COAL