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YThen we clean house, I'm homeless for a week.
When we clean house, my life is cold and bleak.
My wife she works away
And 'airs the house" all day.
Oh, what a disarray
"When we clean house I
"When wo clean house, woe fathomless is mine.
The things arc tdiook and hun? upon a line.
I cannot find my clothes.
And where my meerschaum, gees
The future only shows
When we clean house.
When we clean house, I feel thatlhave sinned.
When we clean house, wo mostly live on wind.
"We have our little snacks
And dine on beats and whacks
'And soap and carpet tacks
When we clean house.
Detroit Free Press.
GREATEST OF THREE.
He was first of all her husband's
friend and then her own, and this ia
the story of how she saved him iu a
time of great- danger and stood herself
on the brink of another and greater
peril. -
Evey Lancaster -was one of those wo
men who marry men they averagely
love and are faithful wives and devoted
mothers so long as passion, going down
the country lane of their peaceful lives,
passes them by on the other side. She,
perhaps, loved her husband more than
these women usually do, but then she
was made of sterner stuff, and where
there is more to conquer there is more
to suffer Small blame to her, since
heaven had made her charming. Small
blame to Edward Tereker, her hus
band's friend, since ho found her so, and
he himself as goodly a mau as you
would meet on any summer's day. Her
husband, David Lancaster, was a good
ly man, too, and worthy of her and of
Edward Yercker, his friend.
But there were three of them, and
three is an evil number concerning men
and women.
It was during the summer of 1893
that Edward Vereker and Evey, his
friend's wife, began to be more than
friends. He was staying with the Lan
casters down in Surrey in their pretty
little red house on the edge of the pret
ty little blue river, aud David was go
ing up and down to London every day,
because it was yet early, and the vari
ous vacations and holidays had not be
gun. So he and she were left a good
deal on one another's hands. Satan
found mischief, not for those idle
hands, bat idle eyes, for that summer
one's hands remained in one s lap and
it was too hot even to talk, but it is as
easy to look at one's neighbor as to staro
blankly into space, and eyes can do a
great deal by themselves, take it alto
gether.
So these two sat in the shady garden
under the big cedars and looked at one
another for want of something better to
do and found the occupation suffice for
all their needs.
Evey Lancaster was a good woman
by nature, not by art. I mean sho was
naturally good and had not become so
by trying very hard. Sho had been well
brought up; she read decenn books, aud,
therefore, only a few, and she meant
every word of her sharo in the mar
riage service.
But, alas and alas, she was r. woman,
and a pretty one, and Edward Yereker
was good looking and a man, though
somewhat unusually moral and possess
ed of a sense of honor. Moreover, they
both loved David. But David was away
all day, aud I mistrust June and the
devil in a green garden!
I don't know that anything would
have come of it if tragedy had not step
ped in; Adelphi tragedy, battle, murder
and sudden death in one of its most ap
palling forms in the shape of hydropho
bia. Evey and Edward had been unneces
sarily energetic that day. Perhaps they
both uncomfortably realized that sit
ting under the trees saying nothing was
becoming a little exciting. At any
rate Evey went to tho gunroom and
brought out a Smith & Wesson of her
husband's, and they set up a mark in
the meadow ontside the garden, and,
having prudently removed the cows,
practiced shooting in the cool of the
day. They shot very badly, but they
had to look at tho target, and that was
comparative safety. They got tired of it
at last, and she sat down under one of
the great oak trees flanking the garden
with the revolver in her lap, while he
sauntered across the grass to rearrange
the somewhat shaky target.
She was near the gate leading to the
road, and it was open, for the cows had
gone that way to the farmyard, and in
June, 1893, gates that it was not an
imperative necessity to shut remained
open for coolness' sake.
And here the Adelphi melodrama
came in, and through the open gate,
too, heralded by "shouts outside" a.
strange heart sickening clamor coming
up from the hush of evtning distance
hoarse, scared yells, and the tramp of
running feet and confused directions ap
parently issued in many voices. And
through the open gate a horror rushed,
a creature with dripping jaws and star
ing eyes, a big, black retriever, bearing
in its strange, altered state but little
resemblance to the friendly, kindly dog
of a few days back, and at its heels a
coocosrse of men armed with sticks and
farm implements and any weapon that
eould be hastily matched up, but none,
alas, witit. a gun.
Evey LaHcaster, revolver in hand,
with shells still remaimngin a couple
of chambers, saw the mad dog enter the
meadow and make straight across it but
over the sunburned grass to where Ed
ward Yereker was walking toward tho
target. She was under the shadows of
the hedge, broadside on, as it were, and
the dog never noticed her.
Edward Yereker turned on his heel afr
the sound of the noise at the gate, and,
lite hjvey, tooic m the situation at a
glance. But he was absolutely unarm
ed he had not even a stick, and he
was alone in the midst of a wide field
with death in its foulest form not 30
yards from him.
Then Evey Lancaster, from where she
knelt on tho grass under the hedge,
took aim and fired. She was his friend
and knew that his life was at stake,
and that quickened the presence of
mind and the courage within her. She
was made of British stuff, and that
steadied the shaking hand and kept the
revolver straight, and though the first
bullet went wide the second carried
true, and the mad dog, with a hideous
yell, dropped disabled with a shattered
shoulder not 15 paces from him. Then
the crowd closed in and put an end to
everything.
Five minutes later Edward Yereker
and the woman who had saved him,
leaving the excited villagers still clus
tered round the horror on the grass,
went back into the garden.
It was as much as she could do" to
walk now that the strain was past, be
ing only a woman after all, and the
green garden was going ronnd and
round in a dim mist that smelled of
gunpowder and grew blacker at every
step.
He saw her falter and stop and w
only in time to catch her in his arms to
prevent her collapsing on the lawn at
his feet. The earth and sky might
wheel and melt into a- blackening mist
at will, but a pair cf strong arms were
round her and her cheek on a protecting
shoulder.
Strong emotions make us view the
world in a distorted light with our men
tal as well as our bodily eyes, and there
was no Bavid in the green garden be
hind the high hedge, only a brave wo
man, weak and trembling, with her
head on the breast of the man she had
rescued from worss than death the
man who called her "Evey, my dar
ling," and passionately kissed her.
David Lancaster came home in the
gloaming half an hour later, with a
piece of salmon in a bass bag and the
fifth Globe with all the latest cricket in
it.
Evey, up at her window, white and
trembling still, watching with half
averted eyes a figure pacing up and
down under the cedars, saw her husband
coming in at the gate, saw him join the
restless figure and tramp up and down
in company and knew the story was be
ing told him, for with a kiss had come
awakening and shame, as it came with
the knowledge of good and evil into the
first garden.
borne nine later the two men came
back to the house, and Evey's preter-
naturally sharpened ears heard Edward
ascend to his own room and David turn
down the passage to come to hers. She
stood in the middle of the floor in her
white gown, her hair slightly ruffled,
her face drawn with the stress of emo
tion which she had nndergone, her
hands those little hands that had done
so much hanging limply by her side.
And David opened the door and came in.
She could not look at his face, but she
understood as he walked across the room
to where she stood and took her straight
and unhesitatingly into his arms that
somehow, in spite of all, he knew about
the kiss and had forgiven her. And the
kiss was all she could remember of hei
past life.
When David Lancaster went up stairs
to his wife and took her to his heart
without asking for a word of explana
tion on her part, he did the one thing
that saved him and her and Edward
Yercker from shipwreck
I read a story once in which the con
cluding sentence ran. thus, "And so by a
little thing was a woman saved from
the misfortune of a great passion."
Edward Yereker, having done all that
lay in his power to atone for what had
happened, left the house early next
morning without seeing Evey again.
And her husband shook hands with him
at parting.
.
They have not met since, except casu
ally in society, and then they meet and
greet as frirnds. They had fallen a lit
tle way together and repented of it, and
with repentance comes revulsion of feel
ing and with that the end of all thingg
that might have been, withered untime
ly iu tho budding of passion's poppy
Cowers.
So she was heroic in that she saved
him, and ho was noble in that he con
fessed hL; kiss tj her husband. But
somehow it seems to me that the great
est of these three was David Lancaster,
who heard and understood and yet, hear
ing and understanding, forgave. Black
and White.
It was inevitable that the Bacon folly
should proceed to commit suicide by
piling up extravagances. By some meth
ods one can prove anything, and accord
ingly we find writers busy in tracing
Bacon's hand in the writings of Greene,
Marlowe, Shirley, Marston, Massinger,
Middletou and Webster. They are sure
that he was the author of Montaigne's
essays, which were, afterward translated
into what we have always supposed to
be the French original. Mr. Donnelly
believes that Bacon also wrote Burton's
' 'Anatomy of Melancholy. ' Next comes
Dr. Orville Owen with a new cipher
which proves that Bacon was the son of
Queen Elizabeth by Robert Dudley, and
that ha was the author of the "Faerie
Queene" and other poems attributed to
Edmund Spenser.
Finally we have Mr. J. E. Roe, who
does not mean to be outdone. He asks
us what we are to think of thp notion
that an ignorant tinker like John Bun
yan could have written the most perfect
allegory in any language. Perish the
thought! Nobody but Bacon could have
done it- Of course Bacon had been more
than 50 years in his grave when "Pil
grim's Progress" was published as Ban
yan's, but your true Baconizer is never
stopped by trifles. Mr. Boe assures us
that Bacon wrote that heavenly book,
as well as "Robinson Crusoe" and the
"Tale of a Tub," which surely begins
to make him seem ubiquitous and ever
lasting. If things go on at this rate, we f
hall presently have a religious sect
olding as its first article of faith that
Francis Bacon, created the heavens and
the earth in six days and rested on tfi
ieventh day. John Fiske in Atlantic.
UNCLE Jitrf-S DANCING.
Uncle Jim, hd never-been
To any city tall
Until he come a-visitin
The folks in town last fall;
Could dance until you couldn't rest,
Knowed hew to fling his heel.
But all the dance lie knowed wtz jest
The old Virginny reel
So when they took hint to tho call
The gals had lots of Inn.
He went a-slippin crost tho hall
An bumpin every one.
Of course he couldn't waltz, but they
Jest made believe he could.
They kept on whirlin him away.
'Twuz worse than splittin wood.
Jest serious SB could be ha kepi
A-goia reas an' roan.
On all the ladies' trains he stepped
When he warn't fallin down.
He stood it jest as long as ho
Could stand it; then he throwed
His hat down till they laughed to sec,
Then jerked his coat an Mowed.
He give his galluses a hitch
An squared himself, an then
As quick as that they seen him pitch
Bight 'mongst the gals an men.
Twas dancin now without a doubt,
Fer then thoy seen him peel
His weskit off an jump about
In a Yirginny reel.
Atlanta Constitution.
A MUTUAL EEIEND.
Howard, desiring to bring Ferguson
and Walker into a fellowship like that
of Damon and Pythias, set them so far
apart that oceans roll between them and
deserts parch and bake. This is, of
course, a figure cf speech, for Ferguson
and Walker both live in Chicago, where
there are no oceans or deserts.
But the feeling of loathing which has
risen up to separate these two men whom
Howard had hoped to make firm friends
accomplishes tho purpose of desert and
ocean and mountain chain too. And yet
the two men have met but once, and
then only to say "How d'ye do?"
Howard lives m Pocatello, Ida. To
Pocatello a year ago went Ferguson,
journeying on some affair connected
with the railroad company which pays
him well for knowing intricate and hid
den things about the transportation busi
ness. Ferguson was in Pocatello for
two weeks. It was a gloomy sort of ex
ile, and but for the presence of Howard,
whom he met on the first day of his vis
it, he would have suffered horrible
pangs and gripings of lonesomeness, but
Howard, bright, entertaining and all
informed, was as a wellspring of hap
piness and made the railroad man's stay
in the sunburned regions of Idaho a
pleasant vacation, and when Ferguson
was rfcady to leave Howard said to him:
"Now, old mau, I want you to be
sure and meet my friend Walker. It's a
shame that two such splendid fellows
should live in the same town and be
strangers. I've written a letter of intro
duction, and you just walk around to
his place when you get back to Chicago
and go out and take one on me. You'll
like Walker and he'll like you. "
Ferguson thanked Howard with an
easy conscience, for he, too, thought it
would bo pleasant to meet one whom
Howard recommended for his worth.
Then he returned to Chicago.
Tho letter of introduction nestled in
his pocket for a month, quite forgotten.
At the expiration of that time Ferguson
received a note from Howard, who
wanted to know something about a
business matter which they had discuss
ed in Pocatello. As a postscript Howard
added the question :
"You have seen Walker, of course;
Great fellow, isn't he?"
"Walker, Walker let me see," Fer
guson mused. "Who in thunder is
Walker? Oh, yes. That fellow I have
tho letter of introduction to. Well, 1
really must call on him."
The same mail which bore the mis
sive to Ferguson also carried one to
Walker. Howard, among other things,
wrote these words: "Yon remember
Ferguson, whom I asked you to call up
on? What do you think of him? He's
the right sort, isn't he?"
"By Georfe," Walker cried on read
ing Howard's letter, "he did ask me to
drop in on somebody named Ferguson,
to whom he had given a letter for pres
entation to me. And I've clean forgot
ten it. Wonder where the man's to be
found?" He examined the directory's
list of Fergusons, and then, with some
show of disappointment, said to him
self: "Pshaw! His office is down in
the Grand Central station, three miles
away. Well, next time I'm over that
way I'll stop." Then he called for his
stenographer and dictated a letter tell
ing Howard that he had enjoyed his
visit with Ferguson immensely.
Two weeks afterward Ferguson re
ceived further documents from Pocatel
lo. "The matter you were examining in
to," Howard wrote, "turns out to bo a
pretty good thing, and I'd advise you to
hang on to it I'll keep you posted on
developments. I'll not let them fool
you. By the way, what do you think of
Walker? You haven't told me. "
"Thunder and lightning!" Ferguson
uttered, "I ought to have called on
Howard's friend a month ago. Here ho
is doing me all kinds of good turns out
there in Pocatello and I haven't grati
tude enough to go and meet the man he
asked me to." He would have rushed
out forthwith to commune with Walk
er, only he saw that the directory locat
ed the man away oft on the North Side.
"I'll take that letter around to him
next week, " said Ferguson.
He did not, however. He promptly
forgot; all about Walker until a fort
night passed and information came
from Pocatello that "the property is up
20 per cent in value. Give my respects
to Walker the next time you see him. "
"Next time I see him, " Ferguson re
peated. "Let's see. Did I say I had al
ready met him? I guess I must have
told Howard something like that Well,
I'll have to lie it out on that line if it
takes all summer." So he answered
Howard's letter by saying that he and
Walker had together seen a play the
night before and had had a most enor
mously good time. He even repeated
gome anecdotes of Howard's earlier life
which he declared Walker had told
him, "I'd like to know whether Walker
is married or single, " Ferguson thought
"I've got a bully story I could tell
about him if I only knew. Doggone
him! I wish I didn't have that letter
of introduction to him. He's getting to
be a kind of nuisance."
About the same time Walker, writ
ing to Howard, was saying how much
he was indebted to the western man for
the pleasure he had drawn from his
companionship with Ferguson.
"Only I wish to heaven Harry hadn't
been so fervent in his desire to have me
iaeefc the fellow," he observed to him
self. "I suppose that as he says, this
man Ferguson is all right, but I haven't
time to go skating all over this town
looking him up. I presume I ought to
have gone and dug him out for Harry's
sake a long time ago, but I keep forget
ting it, and new I've, involved myself
in a foolish mesh pf lies about my ex
periences with Ferguson, whom I have
not met, and whom, to tell the truth,
I'm getting so I don't want to meet"
Out in Pocatello Harry Howard was
delighted with the tidings he received
from Chicago. "Itrs a great satisfac
tion, " he told himself,-"to bring twa
good men together this way. It's really
a noteworthy thing to be the author o
a firm friendship between two first class
TJeonle. Only I hardly think I under
stand this last letter of Ferguson's.
thought Walker had only two children,
and here Ferguson writes me about his
little girl. She must have been born in.
the last year. There were certainly
only two boys when I passed through
Chicago last summer. I'll send Ben my
congratulations. "
When Walker received the sheet con
veying honest Harry Howard's good
wishes for the best and brightest future
for little Miss Walker, he ran his fin
gers through his hair and looked dazed.
"When did I say any thing about a new
baby?" he wondered. "I must have
written him some lie about that fel
low Ferguson's child. I think I have
described the man's wife and children
and father in-law and the mortgage on
his house in my communications with
Howard. Harry's always asking new
questions, and the chances are that Fer
guson has no f amily,. and Howard thinks
it was a slip of tho pen and that I wrote
about my own new baby which J
haven't got Heavens, I wish this busi
ness had never started! I wish I'd never
promised to call on Ferguson. I wish
Ferguson would get run over by a cable
car or come to some definite and perma
nent end. 1 m getting to hate the very
name of him. I'll bet he's a cheap
skate anyhow who has imposed upon
Howard's good nature. Why should
go drilling three mile3 into town just
to meet him and sayr 'How are you? I
know a friend of yours. ' I shan't do
it."
Ferguson had already come to a simi
Iar conclusion. "Howard's a first clas
fellow, and he made things mighty
pleasant for me in Pocatello, " he rea
soned, "and it would have been no more
than white for me to call on that friend
of his at first, but I've got so blamed
tired of the ery mention of the name
that it fills mo with loathing. I believe
that if I were to meet that pirate of a
Walker I'd want to throw bricks at him.
I thought the first lie I told about him
would let me out, but the falsehoods
have multiplied upon themselves until
I don't remember half the facts I have
reported concerning that outlaw whom
I have never seen. "
Two weeks ago Ferguson and Walkei
met Ferguson, entering the library oi
his club, was accosted by a fellow mem
ber, who introduced his visiting friend,
Walker. The two glared at each other,
and Ferguson hurried into the billiard
room.
"I have changed my mind about pre
senting an application for member
ship, "said Walker to the man who was
escorting him. The next day Ferguson
met the member who had introduced
Walker and said, "I'm sorry, old man,
but if it is your intention to offer that
fellow's name for membership I'll cer
tainly do my best to get him black
balled." And this was the consummation ol
Harry Howard's kindly designs of re
viving Damon and Pythias. Chicago
Record.
Spain and a Conquered Race.
The idea of conquered races enjoying
the most minute liberty of action by nat
ural birthright was regarded in Spain
as absurd. Little by little pressure was
brought to bear on the king and his
counselors, producing a gradual relaxa
tion of tho fetters which bound the new
subjects to their forced allegiance.
Trade, created by the Spaniards, which
finally extended to half castes, was con
fined exclusively to commerce with
Spain. Both in the far east and the far
west the exact size and number of pack
ages shipped, the number of voyages per
annum to and fro of the Naos (govern
ment trading galleons), contents of
bales, etc., were all regulated, and nc
one could ship without a boleto or pub
lic permit, which could only be obtained
from the unscrupulous officials who had
come to nil their pocirets oy tne most
corrupt means. Permission had to be so
licited again and again to perform al
most any act beyond the common neces
sities of life. One could neither travel,
quit or enter the country, read, write,
assemble in a group, build a house
nor plant a field without license.
In the Philippine islands the natives
were forced to think like their masters,
to dress as they were told and to adopt
the religion of their conquerors under
the severest penalties of torture and fre
quently of death. In Mexico official ap
pointments to the Manilla dependency
were publicly sold. Until the American
colonies were lost to Spain hardly one
Spaniard in a generation carried capital
to these new possessions to develop their
natural resources. Foreigners were jeal
ously treated as intruders, and the Eu
ropean influx sprang generally from the
lowest social orders, who acted like
wolves let loose among a fold of sheep.
Westminster Review.
Women Art Students.
Of all tho curious things I ever
seed, " remarked the retired mariner,
these here girl artists are the curious-
est. The wonders of the daep is nothiu
to em. I was mendrn a net down on the
dock there a few days ago when one of
'em comes erlong, plopped that three
legged affair of hers down near me,
rigged up her ombre! and set to work at
paintin a. schooner 'et was layin off in
the river. Tide was pretty near ther
least of ther ebb when she began, and
ther schooner was, of course, pintin up
stream. Well, she got erlong pretty well
puttin tho two masts in her all right
and the bowsprit While she was paintin
the hills across ther river tide turned
and swung the old schooner around.
When she come to look at her picter,
she must er seen somethin was wrong
about that air bowsprit It looked wrong
somehow, and I'm blest if she didn't go
and
out
over the stern of the danged thing.
New York Press.
To Care Ceastlpatioa Forever.
Take Cascarets CandyCathartic. 10c.
or 25c. If C. C. C. fail to cure, druggists
refund monev.
H. M. Stanley has returned to
his old vocation, that of the special
correspondent. He is going- to
write about the resources. and pros
pects of Rhodesia. Mr. Stanley is
already on the spot, one of the
guests at the opening of the Bulu
wayo railway. His letters will ap
pear in South Africa and will after
ward be republished in a volume.
Try Grain-0! Try Grain-0!
Ask your grocer today to show you a
package of Grain-O, tho new food drink
that takes the place of coffee. The chil
dren may drink it without injury as. well
as the adult All who try it, like it.
GRAIN-0 has the rich, tea! brown of
Mt.-cha and Java, but it is made from
pure grains, and the most delicate
stomach receives it without distn s?, &
the price of coffee. IDc and
package. Sold by all grocers.
2oc per
The lower house of congress
has
enacted a bill to reduce the cler
ical force in the pension office to the
extent of a saving of $115,000. It
may be noted that in that locality
oar populist friends are in the
minority to a gratifying extent.
Ninety-five clerks will be
ed.
discliarg-
Blood Poi
Contagious Bod Poison has been ap
propriately called the curse of mankind.
It is the one disease that physicians can
not cure: their mercurial aud rjotash
remedies only bottle up the poison in
the system, to surely break forth in a
more virulent form, resulting in a total
wreck of the system.
Mr. Frank B. Martin, fa prominent
jeweler at 926 Pensylvania Ave., Wash-
ington,D.C.,say3:
I was for a long
time under treat
ment of two of
the best physi
cians of this city,
for a severe case
of blood poison,
but my condition
grew worse all
the while, not
withstanding the
fact that they
- charged me three
hundred dollars.
My mouth was
filled with eating sores; my tongue was
almost eaten away, so that for three
months I was unable to taste any solid
food. My hair was coming out rapidly.
and I was in a horrible fix. I had tried
various treatments, and was nearly dis
couraged, when a friend recommended
S.S.S. After T had taken four bottles, I
began to get better, and when I had
finished eighteen bottles, I was cured
sound and well, my skin was without a
blemish, and I have had no return of
the disease. S.S.S.saved me from a life
of misery." S.S.S. (guaranteed purely
vegetable) will cure any case of blood
poison. Books on thedisease
and its treat
sss
ment mailed
free by Swift
Specific Co.,
Atlanta, Ga.
Legal Notices.
LEGAL NOTICE.
First National Bank, Whitewater. Wis., and
Phoenix Insurance company, non-resident!? de
fendants, will take notice thnt on the 191 h day of
November, 1SS7, Daniel Hutchinson, plaintiff.
herein, filed his petition in the District court of
Lincoln county, Nebraska, against said defand-
anU, impleaded with Earl Saska, et al., the object
and prayer of which are to forecl?o two mort
gages executed by defendants. Earl Supka and
Lizzie Snska, to the plaintiff, on tht east half of
the south-west quarter and lot3 six and seven of
section els. in township eleven, north of range
twenty-fix, west of tho 6th P. 31 . to secure the
payment of one promissory noto of ?I0w, aated
April L 1S91, with sixteen coupon interest notes of
$50 each, attached, and to secure the payment of
one promissory note of $120.00, dated April ti.
1S91. noon which promissory notes and mortice
there is now dne and payable the snm of $1748.40,
with interest from November, IS. 1697. at the rate
of 10 per cent per annum, and plaintiff prays for
a decree that said' premises may be sold to satisfy
said debt and that the liens of'said Firxt National
Bank, of Whitewater, Wis., and Fhr-euix Insurance
Company be decreed to be junior and inferior t
the mortgage liens of plaintiff.
You are required to answer said petition on o
before the lOih day of January, 1&9S.
Dated this 19th day of November. lffT.
Daniel Hut cms son. plaintiff,
974 By W. D. Griffin, his Attorney,
NOTICE FOB PUBLICATION.
Land Office at North Platte, Neb.,
November 13, 1&97. ('
Notice is hereby given that Bachael Anderson,
has fik d notice of intention to make final proof
before Register and Heceiver at his office in
North Platte. Neb., on Tnesday, the 28th day of
December, 1897. on timber culture application No.
13281, for the e 4 sw U of section No. 28, In Town-
hip No. 13 N, Range No. 33 W.
She names as witnesses: Wiley Crane, Joseph
Burch, Edward W. Crane, Jacob Fye, ofNirth
Platte, Neb,
John F. HnntAjf, Register.
NOTICE FOR PUBLICATION.
Land Office at North Platte. Neb., )
November 29th. 1S97. )
Notice is hereby given that the following-named
settler has filed notice of his intention to make
final proof in support of bis claim and that said
proof will be made before tne Register and Re
ceiver at North Platte, Neb., on January loth.
1898, viz:
WILSON A. CRAiNDALL,
H. E. No. Ifi273 for the W i N E l. N S E .i of
Section 11, Township 9 N, Range 30 W.
He names tne following witnesses t prove nis-
continnons residence upon and cultivation of.
said land, viz: William Elder, Alfred H. Davii. of
North Platte, Neb., Charles A. Glaze, John H.
Savage, of Wellfleet. Neb.
11-30 JOHN F. HINHAN. Register.
NOTICE OF SALE.
In the matter of the estate of William Buschhardt,
deceased.
Notice is hereby given that iu pursuance of an
order of Hon. H. M. Grimes, judge of the district
court of Lincoln county, Nebraska, made on the
11th day of December, 1S9, for the sale of the
real estate hereinafter described, there will be
sold at the east front door of the court house in
the city of North Platte, on the Sth day of Janu
ary, ISIW. at 1 o'clock, p. m.,at pab.Ic vendue to
the highest bidder for cash, the following de
scribed renl estate, to-wlt: The soatheast qanr-
ter of section 2?, in townsh'p 13 north of range 32
west. Said sale nhall remain open one honr.
Irving B. Bostwict.
Administrator of the estate of William Buschhardt,
deceased.
Dated December 11th, 197. d-17-3
PROBATE NOTICE.
The petition of Anna U. Lindb. filed Dec. 13.
1S97, praying the appointment of Nels G. Bylandfr
as Administrator of the Estat of John O. Lindh.
deceased, will be heard in the County Court of
Lincoln County, Nebraska, on December 29. 1S37.
at 1 p. m.
JA3IES 3L BAY, County Judge.
NOTICE TO CREDITORS.
Claims against the Estate of Geonm w. nil
deceased, will be filed in County Court of Lincoln
County, Nebraska, within six months from this
18lh day of December, LS97. Such claims will be
audited in said court on January 19, 1893, and on
Jnne 18, 1S98, atone o'clock p. m. each day. The
Administrator will settle said Estate -within one
from this day.
!1-1 JAMES X. RAY, County Judge.
XOTICE FOP PUBLICATIO-N.
Land Office at North Platte. Neb., )
- Uecember 1st, 1697 f
Notice is fearebv given that Frank. 3T. Shields
k.as ftled notice of Intention to make final proof be-
foro Register and Receiver at nia omce tnitorth
Platte. Neb., on Saturday, theiSth day of January,
1SG8. ou timber culture application No. 12580,
son.
w iw
xor me souiaweM quarter or section no. vs. in town
ship No. 12 north, raajfe No. 23 west. He names as
"witnesses. Charles Winner, John Ilonsen, lames
Sites and Jolm Waters, all of Wallace, Neb.
d21-6 , JOHN F- UINX AN Bogie ier.
I
pMirwitfirntrrcM
DAVIS, THE HARDWARE MAN,
Exclusive
Genuine Round Oak Heater
(SEE THE jSTAME ON THE LEG.)
And the Celebrated
s A fi
ATI XT CimI7T7T
The only big stove house In Lincoln
County, Call and get prices.
Foley Block.
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First National Bank,
A. F STRRITK,
Druggist
DRUGS, MEDICINES,
PAINTS OILS-
C. F. IDDINGS,
LUMBER.
AND GRAIN
Order by telephone from Newton's Book Store.
N. McCABE, Proprietor.
North Platte Pharmacy.
Urugs and Druggists' Sundries.
We aim to handle the best grades of goods
Sell everything at reasonable prices, and
warrant all goods to be just 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.
BROEKER'S SUITS
ALWAYS FIT.
We have baen making garments for
North Platte citizens for over twelve
years, and if our work and prices were
not satisfactory we would not be here
to-day. Wo solicit your trade.
F. J. BROEKER,
MERCHANT TAILOR.
agent - for the
AMES. 1
(Who no one owes.)
CAPITAL. - - S50.000.
srrRPT.ns - - oo nn 1
H. S. White, - - - President. M
P. A. White, - - - Vice-Pres't.
Arthur McNamara. - Cashier."
Aeneral banking' business
transacted.
" Painters Supplies,
mm
Window Glass, Machine Oils.
Diamanta Spectacles.
COAL
J. E. BUSH, Manager-
S3
J. F. FILLION,
Plnmte, falter
General Kepairer.
Special attention given to
wm mm,
WHEELS TO KENT
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