NEBRASKA NEWS AND NOTES.
Item of Interest Taken From Hero
and There Over the State, '
Two golden weddings woro celc
brated In Hall county Inst week.
Thirty high Bchool girls In Hum
boldt put on black faces and gave it
minstrel show.
Sovon of the alleged rioters In
South Omaha have been bound over
to tho district court.
Allen B. Curran, an old soldier, and
for many years a resident of Tocum
Seh, died at tho Soldiers' homo in
Leavenworth, Kas.
Tho 2-ycar-old son of John Suva,
of Cuming county, got hold of a bot
tle of strychnine, partaking-of enough
to cause his death.
Tho Beaver Crossing ' high, school
has been recognized by tho state uni
versity as n full twolvo-grado school
accredited to tho university.
Arrangements are being made for
tho Central Nebraska Teachers' asso
ciation and declamatory contest to be
held In the last wook in March.
Tho bill granting an extension to
tho Central Railroad & Uridgo com
pany to buildl n bridge at or near
Omnha has passed both house of
congress.
Sam Story has been arrested at Le
Grand, Ore., for tho murder of Fred
Smith In Cherry county, this stnto,
somo months ago. Tho murderer
will bo brought to Nobrnska.
Clyde Bowor of Kearney, 17 years
old, boh of A. O. Bower, had a portion
of his loft hand blown off by tho acci
dental discharge of a shotgun while
hunting on the Plntto river.
A man was picked up by tho sec
tion men on tho Union Pacific rail
way track about six miles oust of
Schuyler. Shorlff Kuspar had him
removed to Schuyler, whero ho now
lies in an unconscious state.
Milford people aro violontly op
posed to tho loglslaturo converting
tho Soldiers' and Sailors' homo there
Into a dipsomaniac hospital for thr
treatment of tho drug and liquor
hnblt.
L. A. Jewell was killed in a sand
pit two miles southeast of Ansloy,
whllo hauling sand for tho Ansloy Ce
mont company. Tho sand caved in
on him, crushing his head agninst a
wagon wheel.
Fourteen mombers of tho senior
class of tho Beatrlco high school
wero dismissed for entering the room
wearing red and white Btocklng3 and
their trotiEerB rollod up almost to
their kneos.
Sheriff Fischer of Otoe county took
Moso Damme, a dipsomaniac, to Kan
sas City for troatmont. Ho has been
In Nebraska City jail for somo time,
having been brought thero from Lor
ton, whero ho has resided for many
years.
When Riley O'Kcoffo and wlfo of
Humboldt awakened about 2 o'clock
in tho morning they found their 4-months-old
babv lifeless between
them. Tho child had been suffering
from whooping cough and a compli
cation of diseases.
Tho delegates to tho state Young
Men's Christian association conven
tion, which was hold at Hastings, re
port that groator progress In tho as
soclatlon work has been mado In the
atato tho paBt year"" than over beforo
Information has been received in
Hastings from Woodburn, To., by
County Attorney Hartlgan that Bon
jamln Marquis, now In tho county
jail In Hastings, is wanted in "Wood
burn for tho negotiation of a chock
for $600 at a Woodburn bank.
Lost in tho lato storm, Miss Viola
Follows, a school teacher nine miles
southwest of Lodgo Pole, perished
not more than 200 yards from her
boarding pluco. Her body was found
whero sho had fallen after becoming
exhausted. ,
Luthor Bush, who was sentenced
recently to five yoars in tho penlton-
tlary on n charge of robbing a sa
loon at Arapahoe, escaped from tho
county Jail at Boavor City. He so
curod an iron log from tho radiator
and with it pried opon tho cell door.
State Treasurer Brian has made
his monthly report to State Auditor
Barton, showing tho transactions oil
his omco for tho month of February.
Ho has cash on hand and cash Items,
0"1 141 ftr.- rnnb nn ilnnnult. Sfi11.
B30.C1. In tho permanent school fund
ho has on hand J33C.483.49.
Rev. Hiram B. Harrison, pastor of
tho First Congregational church of
Hastings, created a sensation whon
ho announced from Uiqi pulpit that it
was his Intention to have a roller
skating rink established In tho base
ment of tho proposed new church edl
llco, which is to cost $20,000.
At Grand Island tho case of Mrs.
A. Magglo Marsh against the Uulon
Pacific, dnmages In tho sum of $15,-
000 being asked for on account of tho
death of nor husband at tho Union
Pacific shops, was settled by ngreo
mont between tho parties at bar, tho
company paying $5,000 and costs.
Johnson county was first in butter
awards at tho recent meeting of tho
Nebraska Dairymen's- association held
in Lincoln. George S. Phillips, pro
prietor of tho Guornseydalo dairy
farm, near Tecumseli, recolved first
promlum on dairy print butter and
ilrst premium upon ornamontal de
sign In butter.
F. B. Thurber of Tocumsoh has a
bulldog which will climb trees. Tho
dog is good-slzod, and ho goes up a
treo a groat deal as a cat does, al
though not as Bprlghtly.
MJbb Nnnnlo Opplo, a young lady
rosldlng near Mlnorsvllle, Otoo coun
ty, has filed a suit In tho district
court against Noah Morrow, tho post
mastor, and a merchant at Miners
vlllo, whcroln sho demands $10,000
T damages. Sho says in hor petition
that sho wont Into tho postolllco af
ter her mall a short time since and
tho dofendant attacked her and
called her vllo names.
Soul
of
the Blue Bokhara
By FRANK LOVELL NELSON
One of Carlton Clarke's Telepatho-Deductive Solutions
Is money. Thr old man again repulses
him nnl point toWBrd the door. T ho
dark man still phmds with many pas
Monate gesture toward a bluo ru of
FurpawInK beauty on the tloor. At
last tho old man advances and inlsos
his hand ns If to strlko. Thorp Is a
quick blow and a llnsh of Btool. Tho
old man reels and fnlls. clutching at
his breast. Tho dark man solaes tho
UK and Is gone into tho night."
"Now tho rug, Thnida. tho rug. Fol
low H. Trnco It back to tho making.
What soo you?"
"I nee a llttlo hut in Bokhara bosldo
tho Samarkand gate. 1 know tho spot
woll. Within tho door a loom Is
You son tho results luxury,
wealth, all that wo longed for In tho
old days. But como to-iorrow."
Tim llnnl act of tho drama was
brief. Wp communicated with tho In
spector and ho mot us on tho way to
Iho Washington street number in
Clarke's possossldn. This proved to
bo a rickety tonomont. Undor the,
guidance of tho Inspector, wo entered
boldly and mounted five dingy nights
to tho garret. A knock at tho one
door brought no response and wo
pushed In ns It was unlocked.
There, on a miserable bed of straw,
his waBled body wrapped In tho bluo
Bokhnra, lay a young Turkomnn. By
ARLTON CLARKE and I
wore In New York I know
not why at tho time Col.
.lames Wn'tsou Droxlau. an
Immensely wealthy Now
Yorker, was found stabbod
to death In his heme. His
daughter and Ranlolgh Ilnrcamp woro
the llrst upon tho scene of tho murdor.
Wo became connected with tlte caso
through my acquaintance with Col
lins, friend of my uth and one of
tho best reporter in Mnnhattan.
Clarke and I wore discussing the
strange mystery which hud grpwn out
of tho cbbo.
A knock on tho door put an end to
our conversation. It was Collins, to
whom 1 had given a quiet tip to stny
with us through tho caso.
Another knock followed almost Im
mediately, and 1 admitted Rnnlelgh
Ilnrcamp, whoso fuco showed tho first
smile I had soon him give when ho
related tho ease with which ho had
eluded Clancy's shadows.
"Now, Mr. llarcamp," began Clarke,
"I want, you to toll us exactly what
happened last night."
"I cannot," said Ilnrcamp, between
set teeth.
"Then I will have to toll you. Sit
down. Mr. Hnrcamp."
"When you and Miss Droxlau re
turned from tho theater," continued
Clarke, "Mr. Droxlau mot you and a
violent scone occurred. Is that right?"
"Vih? I HiinnoBO Focnrty has told
you.
MIbb Droxlau, at her fathor's orders,
finally went to hor room In tears.
"1 seo by tho papors Fogarty was
eavesdropping." commented Harcamp.
"Thou you and Mr. Droxlau cooled
down. Ho suggested that you go Into
tho billiard room and amuse yourself
whllo ho smoked a cigar, and mnybo
you would both seo things In a dif
ferent light. You becamo Interested
In nrnctlcInK some dllllcult ninsso
Bhot and stayed for some time."
"How In tho nnmo of heaven do you
know all that?" -
"Verv simple Bnlls carefully
placed In line along the side rail, tip
of cuo badly damaged, your lingers
covorod with chalk. You were just
about to attempt tho Bhot after repeat
ed failures when you heard Mr. Dro
inn fall. You rushed Into tlio nan
and saw Hoeing up tho stairs "
Harcamn rose with clenched lists.
nnd white face. "Stop; you Ho! No
man on God's earth knows whom I
saw."
"Ha, I thought I was right. You
saw Miss Droxlau."
Harcamp groaned and burled his
face In his hands "Sho dldu't do It.
Sho didn't do it. O! why didn't I
conress to It and save hor?"
Clarko went over and laid a hand
on his shoulder. "Now, braco up,
Harcamp," ho said. "It may not bo
as bad as you think. Thero Is one
thing that may Bavo her."
"Tell mo, for God's sake!" moaned
Harcamp.
"Tho blue Bokhara," answered
Clarko.
Just then a messenger nrrlvod with
a telegram. It was for Clarke and ho
toro It oiien feverishly. Ah ho read his
faco broke Into a smllo of triumph
"At last l can act," ho cried. "Quick,
Mr. Collins, call a cab. You know tho
Tinnrnst stands. Mr. Harcamp, wo
will save her."
Collins was soon at tho door with a
carriage. Clarko gave the driver his
directions, and wo all got in.
"Whore aro wo bound for?" I
nsked.
"We aro In pursuit ot tho bluo Ilok-
hara," was all that Clarko would vouch
safe,
Wo drew up before a largo store in
Broadway devoted exclusively to oiien
tal rugs, and hurried in.
"Did you evor Bee a Bluo Bokhara?"
asked Clarko of tho proprietor.
"Yes," ho ropliod, "but wo haven't
mm. In fact I uovor saw but ono I
bollovod was gonuino, and that didn't
bring vory good luck to tho man that
bought it, for 1 henr bo's Just boon
murdorod."
"Yes. vcs. Hint's tho ono!" said
Clarke, exultantly.
"Did ho get It hero?"
"No. ho didn't, llo pleked It up
from a small dealer, but thero was
considerable talk about It among rug
men. nnd I wont around to seo It. 1'vo
Been many no-called bluo Bokharas,
but never ono like this. It was tho
softest ahado of bluo and of tho llnost
wnnl mixed with Bilk. Tho sheen was
perfect."
"Yes, yoH," Interrupted Clarko; "but
can you toll mo tho name of tho Bhop
thut sold It?"
"Certainly: It wiik Aguossrs, on
lowor Washington street; but ho
hasn't anything llko it. Lot mo show
you Borne particularly lino Bokharas
I have just Imported.
But wo woro gone on our way to
frgnoBsl'B beforo ho rocovored from IiIb
surprise, I Biispoct.
AgnossI was a dark-oyod Armonlnn
who kent a small stock. Ho was
proud of having oold the most wonder
ful rug In Now York, proud of having
known tho murdered man and anxious
to tell all aboat both.
"But while it in your handB did
you repair it?" asked Clarke, Inter
rupllng his How of description.
"Oil, no, gentlemen, It was perfect,
porfect. I have been dealing In rugs
all my lire nnd"
"But hnven't you even a thread of
It; oven a strand of wool?"
"Why, no. You nBk funny questions.
Moro funny than young ninii who
porno here every day 1 got tho rug
nnd ask tho price and cry when 1 tell
him I sold It to Mr. Droxlau. And to
think or Mr. Droxlau so soon killed!
I llko to havo tho pick of his rugs. It
make nie rich."
"From whom did you got the rug?"
broko in Clnrko.
Tho Armenian's oyos kindled with
suspicion. "What for you want to
know that?" ho said.
"Now," said Clarko, "toll mo where
on got the rug or I'll put tho spell on
on and leave you that way."
"Oh.' I'll toll. I'll tell." said tho
frightened Oriental. "I had It ot Is-
aol Fangbono In Poll street."
"A well-known fence," Bnld Collins.
"If wo find you've been lying I'll
come back and look Into your head and
see everything you've over done,
warned Clarke.
"Oh. gentlemen, I loll the truth; and
listen, I did ropalr it. Fangbono, ho
cut, u little ploco out of it, such a llttlo
piece. 1 weave It 1U and Mr. Droxlau
never see It at all. I think Fangbono
try to mntch the wool and got some
fako ones made."
"A scheme that you doubtless sug
gested," snld Clarke. "Now, haven't
you that piece?"
"Oh, no, gentlemen. 1 glf you my
word of honor. Fangbono he have
It."
"Then to Pell Btreet." commanded
Clarko.
"I'm afraid you'll find Fangbono a
tougher proposition than tho Anne
man," said Collins when wo wero onco
moro In the cab.
"If he Is a strong character his
weak point Is tho more vulnerable,"
replied Clarke. "When I seo him I
will know whero to attack."
Fangbono In truth was n verltablo
Fagln. Ho treated us with twisting,
truculent hands, which soenunl to Itch,
nnd his inky-black beard to bristle at
tho gain that might bo derived from
such a presentable set of rounders as
ho took us to be.
"SoniedlngB I enn show yon. shcntlo-
mens? Somo moneys you want, may
bo? I hat it."
Clarko mado n careful survey of his
antagonist "Yes, Fangbono, It's
money. Twenty dollnrs on this," nnd
Clarke look a diamond ring from his
finger and laid it in the moist, out
stretched palm.
Fangbono examined It critically, but
with greedy eyes. "You haf como by
It honestly?" ho asked.
"Of course. You'll be safe enough
anyway. Its easily wortn two Hun
dred and I mny never redeem It."
"Not reteem Id?" said Fangbono In
surprise.
"No, I wouldn't wear It again. It's
klsheff. I had It of tills man Droxlau
who was killed last night, and I Just
heard he had a bluo Bokhara rug lliat
was klshoff and It killed him."
"You say tho bluo Bokhara Is a
kishefT? Who doll you dat?"
"Thnida told mo."
A look of fear stolo over Fangbono's
forolddiug countennnco and his eyes
wandered lnvoluntnrlly toward a
drawer back of tho counter In front of
which wo woro standing.
"Hore, dako id, (lake Id, qvlck!" ho
said, thrusting tho ring at Clarke. "I
will haf nodding to do vid id. Thalda
alio know. Sho Is wlfie In do black
manic as in do white. Tnnk Gott 1
vlnd id oudt In tlmo."
ts soon as wo wero beyond tho lino
of vIbIoii from the Interior Clnrko
stopped and accosted a typical Pell
Btreet hobo. "Here, my man," bo Bald,
want to make a half a dollar? Woll,
wander Into Fangbono's, tnko what
ever ho glvos yon, brlnp; It lo mo nnd
you get your money." The hobo hur
ried off and Clarke s scheme began to
dawn upon mo. In a fow minutes ho
was back. "Hero's wat do sheeny
give mo. Now, whero s do mazuma?
Clarko handed him tho money and
In return tho man placed in Clarke's
hand a square Jnch of tho bluo Bokhara!
"Superstition, his ruling paaslon, and
a powerful name In tho GhoUo," quiet'
ly remarked Clarke. "Now tho sohi'
tlon is in our grasp."
stopped beforo ono of those old
fashioned Now York houses, onco the
homo of fashion and yet to bo found in
tho lower Fast Bide. Clarko sent up
bin card and wo woro admitted to a
drawing room furnished In a qulot
mngnlnconco that contrasted strangely
with tho squalor and degradation all
about.
Tho silken portieres parted and
tlioro stood before ub tho most beautl
woman I had over soen,
Clarko Btartod up and took a Btop
toward her. Tholr eyes mot.
"Thalda!"
"Carlton!"
"You bad my wires?"
"Not until I got homo this morning
I've lioon away. And you mine?"
"it bus brought mo and my friends
Let them bo your friends, Thalda!"
ni
ri r 1 -"fcrif rriiTif JT'rf" W Mk I I III" I
Concentrating ills mind, Carlton
Clarko gazed steadily Into hor eyes
for a fow moments. Hor muscles be
camo tonso, her faco pallid and hor
oyes glassy, and then thoy closed In
what appeared to bo tho sloop of na
ture. Clarko took tho square of bluo
Bokhnra from his pocket and pressed
It against hor forehead.
"Do you boo, Tlialdn?"
"I see," camo tho rich, subdued
voice.
"What see you?" ,
"I see n richly , appointed drawing
room. Oriental rugs cover tho lloor.
Over tho fireplace is a picture or
Washington. A white pllastered arch
way loadB into a library and that opens
Into a conservatory. Ihroo persons
aro there. Ono Is an old man, ono u
oung man and ono a woman, young,
slender nnd black of hair. Thoy seem
o bo disputing and the old man Is
grcntly excited. At last ho points to
the door and his daughter yes it is
his daughter goes out In tears, with
ono last supplicating look at tlio mon.
Thero they part, not all In anger, as
tho fathor seems to weaken at tho
sight of hlB daughter's tears, 'ino
ouiik man goes out through mo li
brary and tho aged man lights a cigar
and walks tho drawing room with
bowed head, hlfl hands behind his
back.
'Ho halts in his walk and listens.
Ho bIIpb across tho room on tiptoe,
tonrB open tho' portiere at tho hall
door and drags out a llttlo old man.
I In Ih n Horvnnt. Tho mastor of tlio
house unbralds tho cringing menial
niwl then nolnts to tho door. Tho llttlo
old man goes out. The tall man ro
sumos his rostloss wnlk, blowing
iIiikb of smoko and now and then
dancing at his watch and from that
to tho door. Ho expects somo one. At
last ho stops, Ho llslons. Ho hoars a
stop. Ho goes out Into tho hail to tuo
front door and flings It opou. A dnrlf
mullled form enters."
"Mark well this man. Thalda. What
Is ho llko?"
"llo is dark, vory dark. He Is
emaclntofl. Ills faco Is drawn with
suffering. His clothou aro In rags, yot
his bearing lo proud nnd noble, Thoy
nasa Into tho drawing room. Tho dark
man is pleading with clasped hands
Tho old man laughs scornfully. Tho
dark flguro offora him something:
placed and thero, day by day, a maiden
weaves upon a rug. alio Is boon! mil
ns tho night, and as sho weaves a
youth watches her and strokes tho
Inky braids of her hair whllo tholr
oyes speak tho talo of lovo that Is old
as this old world, yot over now.
"Day by day tho maldon wonves,
and as sho woaves hor fair body
wastes by degrees so small that her
lover bccb not tho chnngo. .At Inst tho
final knot 1b tied nnd tho weft thrown
through tho warp for tho last time, nnd
with a sigh and a look of lovo tho
Weaver falls Into his outstretched
nrms.
"Sho has woven her soul Into tho
bluo Bokhara.
"Tho youth wonders, tho rug always
with him, for It Ib his brido. Ho comes
to this city. llo Is lu want; ho Is
starving. When near to death bo
pawns tho rug that ho may live. Thon
tho chnngo comos. Ho finds work, lie
niakos money. Ho tries to redoom the
ug, but tho man lo whom ho pawned
it is a villain, llo has learned tho
value or the rug and will not give it
up but for a groat price: Tho youth
struggles and saves and donlos him
self everything until at. last ho has
tho sum. At last ho Is able to buy tho
rug, only to find that It Is sold to
. . . ...I
yo, ll is to mo man who was mini;.
Tho youth Heok.i him out and, by tho
niHo that he hut) smuggled rugs for
sale, gains entrance at midnight."
"Whero Is ho now? Look well,
Thalda."
"Ho Is noar."
"Tho street; enn you road It?"
"It Is Washington street, In tho Ar
mnulnii quarter."
"Tho numbor?"
"Two hundrod and Blxty-elght." ,
'Tho nnmo?"
"I cannot toll. Walt, ho wrltcB. Ho
signs. 'Karoton Boyajlan.' Ho faints
You must hnston If you boo him."
"Tlio floor?"
"It Is tho garrot, I am woary, Carl
ton; mako haste."
"Knough, Thalda. Wako."
Tho oyes opened and smiled.
"Have I helpod?" sho asked.
"You have mndo all clear. But wo
must net now. To-morrow 1 will re
turn and toll you all. And, oh, Thalda
that I may then persuade you to glvo
up this sordid lire, this preying upon
tho Ignorunco and roar of tho Ghetto.1
the Blckly light of ono guttorlng can
dle it wub plain tliat wo woro nono toq
booh, na tho linger ot death already
wub upon his forehead.
Clarice steppod to him and, gontly
raising his head, poured brandy down
ills throat. HIb oyea roved until thoy
lighted upon tho uniform nnd star of
tho Inspector.
"You havo como for me," ho said
weakly. "You uro too lato. I am
going to Join my lovo."
Tho last wordB ended In a gurglo
and ho was dead In- Clarko's arms.
Starvation nnd want had done tholr
work.
"And If any further ovldonco Is
neoded, Inspector, bore It Is," said Col
lins, iib ho picked from tho straw n
blood-stained stiletto. .)
Tho bluo Bokhara Is on our floor
now and Clnrko thinks that tlmo nnd
uso will restoro Ub wonderful luster.
Wo snw Miss Droxlau onco moro be
foro leaving Now York, whon sho
came with Ranlolgh Harcamp to ox-
proBS her thauka to Clarko. Sho was
In deop mourning, but oven under hor
bun'"!! of grlof rndlant with her now-
found lovo.
"Ilnd I only boon u moment Boonor
I might havo saved him," sho told us.
'1 wob ready for bed when I thought
of a box of candy I bad left In tho
hall. I threw on a looso bouse gown
and started down nttor It. On tho way
down I hoard papa fall, but I thought
It was a uolso In tho Btreet. Thon 1
heard Mr. Harcamp coming from "tho
billiard room and I flow back.. Do you
know, Ranlolgh, I thought but only
for a nioiiiont
Clarke went nlono that afternoon to
make his promlsod call on Thalda.
When ho returned ho stub hummlng-a
llttlo tune, a frivolous llttlo tuno for
Clarke.
"Do you know, old chap," ho said,
"I bogln to think tills trip to Now
York will not prove nltogother a fall
uro." "Then It was Thnida that bpugbt
us to Now York?" .
"Ycc, Sexton, It was Thalin," and a
pang of jealousy, joalouof them
both, shot through mo. f
(Copyrlubt. 1909, by O, Chupinun.)
tCopyrlBbt In Oroiu Britain.)