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About The Nebraska advertiser. (Nemaha City, Neb.) 18??-1909 | View Entire Issue (April 9, 1897)
WlrTW."W'"t T-. !V- ,'.1 '! "' .! PS"- nr a ,; .. :w - PfVfXfW'T w '' ' W . , v-vv 'Ai , ') 'T ,)fp jp .uf) l-'-',7 grTMBUHHMMyMpBHyMHHMH ffi iBfflfflrllll T; titf i ' i m THE NEBRASKA ADVERTISER - VT. W. BANUKItS, I'ublUher. NEMAHA, NEBRASKA. NOTHING TO DO. I have nhot iny arrown find spun my top, And band led my lant now ball; I trundled my lioop till I lind to atop. And Hwung till 1 got a fall; I tumbled my books nil out of the rIicIvob, And bunted ibo pictures through: I liavo nung tlicm where they muy sort themselves. And now I huvo nothing to do. fL'ho tower of Babel I built of blocks Cnmo down with a crash to thu floor; My train of cars ran over the rocku I'll warrant they'll run no more; I'vo raced with Grip till I'm out of breath; My slato Is broken In two, So I can't draw monkeys; I'm tired to death IIccaUHo 1 liuvu nothing to do. Maria linn gono to tho woods for (lowers, And Lucy and Hose are away After berries. I'm Huro thcy'vo been out for hours, I wonder what makes them 8tay7 JCcd wants to uuddlu Brunetto for me, But riding Is nothing now; "1 waB thinking you'd relish a canter," Mild he, 'Bccauso you had nothing to do." i I wish I wao poor Jim Foster's son, For ha seems so happy and guy, When his wood Is chopped and his work Is all done, Wlin his little half hour to play; Ho neither has books, nor top nor ball, Yet he's Hinging tho wholo day through Uut then ho Is never tired at all, Bccuuso ho hub something to do. Amorlcun Homes. A SUNDAY 11ACJE. IIV l'HTKIl STUDI.1SY. A cool gray ami sweet ncutucRs with in, nud a world of rampant glory with out! Cordelia Drown had been brought tip n ShukcrcHX, and this was her Cnlifor nlau home. Everybody was thunder tdruck when Joel JJrown proposed to tiiid woh neeepted by prlni'"Siater Cor delia," us sho was called by everyone. Tltough Sister Cordelia hud ycat-H and years ago forsaken tho community life, jit ill the early training was much in evi dence, even to the quaint nud spotless kerchief. When the ilrst froth of it had blown oit, everyone agreed that after all it was not an ill-match. 1oel was steady. Sister Cordelia was the quintessence of Ktcadlncss. Joel Urovn was nearer fifty than forty, and assuredly Sister Cordelia made no pretense to youth. Again, their farms adjoined. There fore it wtiH all as it should be, when Cordelia transferred her bits over to Joel Brown's, hla residence being about twice the size, turning her house into n drying place. Joel himself had ever been neat us wax, but now the whole surrounding3 shone with a purity that was immaculate. Joel had a touch of romance in him; he stroked his silvery gray chin and said: , "What do you want most that I can buy you? Something out of the ordl-uarj-, you understand." Cordelia understood it was to bo the wedding present, since before they were married she had persistently re fused to accept any memento whatso ever. After much deliberation she re plied : "Mister Brown, I guess that as ye feel ye must be extravagant for once in your lire, I'll take the finest sprinkler and fountain hose ye can lind." So Joel bought a length of hose and a gilded nozzlu that took her breath away. She had secretly sighed many years for half such a length, and as she directed the stream on the golden fruit until ievcry orange shone liku a golden ball in its setting of deep green, who murmured: "My! but 1 hope such a length of nozzle Is not sinful." However, Cordelia was Cordelia still, nnd two things she would not counten ance, viz.: the twirling whirling foun tain attachment to the wonderful hose and the other Joel's colt. Joel magnanimously changed the first to a steady triumphant matter-of-fact spray, which played nightly on the tiny lawn that was a part of the trim glory of the place; but the colt ah, there was the rubl It was Joel's weak ness, his one weakness he doted on a bit of good horsellesh, and this colt hub a colt of pedigree. It had a famous racing sire. Had it been branded on its Milken coat with the word Sin it could not have been more nn object of silent condemnation to Cordelia. To her it was the carnal representative of the pomps nnd vanities of this wicked world. Joel was not unmindful of it; but the colt was the colt! Tractable nud gentle as a kit len, led by a little halter It would run by the side or Joel, us he drove to market. Jt even sought with soft whinny to woo Cor delia as she passed the pnddock in her clean gray dress and white cap; but Cordelia never turned her head. Joel smiled softly to himself, yet respected Cordelia's notions all thesnme. rPlii i. nit iri-nvv iiMnr.it fPln. i...li.i.A l - - v... b. w.. ..,,..,.., J.11U Jiuiy uuurs, men and women, also respeclcd Corde lias' notions insomuch Unit tho verv few men friends of Joel would wait un til she had passed on to meeting before they strolled over to Joel's to "uev n look at that colt." It was whilst Cordelia was away that the colt was first "broke into harness." Little brenking was required, for by Joel's methods "Enid" (for such was the colt's name) seemed to understand it was a proud promotion and behaved .accordingly. When the evening came on, after the day's work was over, Cordelia, like a picture of placid rectitude, sat on the porch, the spray sprinkling the grass; and then would Joel harness the little colt nnd drive nwny for an hour, return ing to devote himself to Cordelia nnd his reading. By ids suppressed jubi lance Cordelia knew tho horse was act ing magnificently nnd realizing all Joel's dreams of a colt witli such u pedi gree. "Land's sake, Mis' Brown," said Miss Field, a neighbor witli a lisp and a sniff, "they do say as Deacon Morrow's horse as he gave one hundred and fifty dollars gold coin for, ain't no livelier than your colt, an' if it comes to a trade, yourn might bo the better in the long run." She awaited Cordelia's anawer with her usual sniff. Cordelia crossed her hands and said blowly: "Miss Field, I don't hold to colts, no how." "To be sure to be sure to be sure," r.aid the Miss Field, as if pacifying on a subject upon which Cordelia was rabid. Yet, all the same, thu next week .Miss Field took occasion to remark: "Mis' Mo rrow seems to look down cu all others as small potatoes, now her husband lets her drive a blooded hoss to meeting not that you want to hear of bosses, anyhow. Do you Mow as your colt is as speedy as Deacon Mor row's?" "It is Joel's colt, not mine." "To bo sure to be sure. Well, you'll be at the camp meeting next Sunday?" Tills was prima cruelty, and Cordelia knew it ns such; for Cordelia must either ask Joel to drive her there (Joel never went to church or meeting), or else she must ask a ride behind Deacon Morrow's blood horse. Cordelia was iitill Cordelia; but more, Cordelia was a woman, "Yes, I'll be there. Mr. Brown will bo for driving me, I guess." "To be sure to be sure. I hope it will be profitnblc to Mister Brown. He has my prayers. Some people do say as how they don't see for the life of them how yen came to marry an un converted man, anyhow." "There are conversions through the heart, Miss Field, and there bo only conversions through the tongue, Miss Field." Miss Field linstcncd to inform her friends that Cordelia, to her mind, "was back-Blidlng for one of Cordelia's pretensions, seeing how as she even dressed different, to show different, ns it might be." "Mister Brown Joel, I should like you to drive mo to camp meeting next Sunday." Cordelia lind closed the spray: Joel hod laid down his book lie was dream ing. Mother earth was cool and sweet; the scent of orange blossom wos in the air; an orange foil on the ground with a happy little thud of content. A whinny from Enid completed the calm peace of the place. Joel was sensible that it was a grave request. "Yes, I will drive you there, of course but but Cordelia, I think that old Betsy's lame; anyhow, If you kin bring your mind to it, I will drove powerful slow with Enid." Enid heard her name and took a high stepping little flourish round the pad dock. Cordelia sighed gently and was silent for a few minutes. "Joel, I am minding if it docs not hurt you to drive her, it will not hurt me to bo driven." This was the neatest to a love speech that Cordelia had over made to Joel. The barometer of Joel's humor rose corre spondinglyIn fact, Cordelia had to say aloud to preserve her own cool equi librium: "Men are that ibolish, they be no better than a boy with a bag of nuts and a new poeketknlfe, if any thing happens to please them.' Having made up her mind to it, on the Sunday she dryssed witli more than usual precision, as if to make up in neatness and spotless attire for what ever of the vanities she might thus be countenancing. Joel Brown was true to his word, and as Deacon Morrow passed them with his high-stepper, Cordelia felt quite comfortably sedate. Miss Field was enjoying tho back seat of the deacon's rig, and gave a friendly, pat ronizing little nod to Cordelia. Enid behaved like tho lady of high pedigree she was, and beyond a shake of the mane as the deacon went by, also a suspicion of impatience at the slow pace, sho went to tho camp meeting most becomingly. Joel Brown also behaved most be comingly wh'jn there, nnd allowed him self to bo alluded to as "a brand from the burning," without the usual twinkle at tiie corners of his mouth. Cordelia felt she hud passed through r crisis sat isfactorily, and no doubt would have been her own placid self had not Miss Field, with her little lisp and sniff, re marked, as Cordelia was stepping into tho buggy, that of course she would want to be getting oil', so as to get In before dark; Deacon Morrow had no call to hurry, as the horse was that swift no doubt tho deacon would pass them on the road, so they need not say good night, etc. The air was sweet and refreshing: tho first evening breeze wafted over them like a benediction; for t lie dny had been a hot one and the exhortations fervid Womanlike, with the grateful breeze came a relaxation of her nerves, and Cordelia gave vent to a remark most I "techy" for her alter u camp mevUng. "Miss Field cap net ns aggravating as a spoiled cat." With that she was relieved. And ns Joel tucked in her dress from the dust and after awhile asked her if she didn't think she had better have her shawl on, Cordelia was at pence witli herself and tho beautiful world ngain. A wide good road opened up before them for a long fctretoh. Enid seemed to Bccnt the Pa cific breeze, her delicate nostrils ex panded, she seemed to be dancing on air for a minute or two. "Easy, Enid, ensy! She smells the sea and wants a little run to ease off a bit," Joel remarked in explanation to Cordelia, but without allowing Enid to break a step. "Whoa, Enid, steady, slow, now slow now, that's It, that's it. She's pining for a run, you see." "Well then let her run a bit." Cordelia added the latter as a saving grace to her conscience and no one was insight. "Well, jest n breath then," said Joel. "We'll slow up again after. All right, then, Enid all! so gee up, then, ah! my beauty, tiiat's it. Oec up so, there's a pace there's a step there's grace." Cordelia, after her first fright was over, was experiencing the most cn ehnnting exhilaration. Tho trees ap peared to fly past. It was delightful, especially as no one was n witness. "Nay, Enid, nny, nay, now, that's enough." But Enid was pricking up her cars and Jolc turned round: "She's ns sharp as n needle she heard them that's behind fooner than I did. Steady, now, no, no, you've had your little go. You'll keep quiet now." "Who's that behind?" "It's Deacon Morrow. Slow, steady, Enid! She hates to let anyone pass her, especially that boss of the deacon's. Nay, Enid, you'll act pretty now. There that's a beauty slower slower! Shu hates it like poison!" Joel drew to one side. Witli a mighty flourish, nnd Miss Field calmly triumph ant, Deacon Morrow flashed past them. Enid trembled and shook again, with repressed ambition, ns the deacon's equipage receded in the distance. "She do want to go!" said Joel apolo getically. "Well, I guess we're going slower thnn we've any need to," said Cordelia. "But if 1 let her go she'll want to pass them, and she will be wuss if Bhe don't and they are pretty far off." "Then let her pass them, it cannot hurt, for once anyhow." "All right, Cordelia. Let 'cm have it, says I. All right, Enid up! There, ah! my girl, go it, ah! so so-up there, tip-there." Sho llev like the wind, nearer, nearer to tho deacon's rig. Cordelia tried to preserve her wonted calm, but instead had to hold on to her shawl tightly. "Gosh! you sprung on me, Joel!" shouted the burly deacon as they passed. "Couldn't hold her in," yelled Joel back. Now that they had distanced the other horse, Enid seemed more content to take things easier. Cordelia was ex cited, but did not know it. She felt the thrill of that swift rush past the enemy. When again she heard the other behind her, Cordelia this time turned to see. "They'll pass us," sho ejuculuted, nervously. "We'll let them," said Joel, thinking to please her. Nearer and nearer; tho deacon was putting his horse to its pace. It passed. "Good night," blandly called Miss Field in triumph. But Enid was not to be put on one side like th' ' sho could not understand such folly, noil the Lord knows what would hnvo roppcucd if Cordelia hud not ex claimed: "Let her go!" "Let her go, Gallagher!" replied Joel ecstatically; for it had taken all the repression in him to hold Enid back. Nearer, nearer! The deacon looked back and urged his horse, and thus urged its speed on ahead. Enid needed no urging. She was mad witli joy at the chance of a race quasi or genuine. Gradually they gained on the deacon. "We'll passthemyet,"said Cordelia un der her breath, and Joel, stupid owl, be gan to apologize for his inability to check Enid under the circumstances. "0, go on!" said Cordelia excitedly, and Joel went on. They came even with the deacon. It was no occasion now for salutations and ceremonies Miss Field was engaged in holdingon. ltwas neck and neck. Only those who have experienced it can un understand the tingle of it all. Tho deacon yelled, his horse an swered with a grand sweep that left Enid yards behind. Then Enid showed all that was in her and sped over the ground like some swift fabled creature, it was for the palm of victory, both horses knew it, aa well as their mus ters. Enid was gaining again, oh, so slowly to Cordelia, who could see Miss Field while sho was the slightest degree in front of them. Gaining, gaining! Cordelia felt her heart thumping as it had never thumped before. Nose to nose! Enid was first. The deacon, by n shout, urged hisnuimnl to its utmost. For mo moment Cor delia thought it would overtake and win. "Joel Brown!" sho cried, "of ye can not win gho me the reins and 1 will win myself!" And ICnid won. After they hud run down their own little slvetch of lane, and had drawn up in front of their own house, Joel helped her to alight, raying, grimly: "Cordelia Brown, It's uncommonly like horse racing you've got to answer for." "I'll answer for it," she responded promptly. "I'm just going to give her the biggest apple there is in my bin. There, Enid!" As she stepped over tho neatly coiled hose she said, dryly: "Joel, ye mny have to fetch that twirlagig fountain back, yet." And Joel grinned. Tims passed into the annals Sister Cordelia's Sunday race witli sequels and sequels. Overland Monthly. A CLOSE CALL, The AlniOHt Fnt nl Krror of fi Vcnt crn Minor. "The narrowest escape I ever hud in my life," sold Mayor Mucrcady, of Little Bock, "was out near Yuba, where 1 was helping to work an old claim with a number of other Forty-niners. One day, expecting some important mail from home, I asked a new man on the diggings for a mule to ride over to the post oflice. '"All right,' said my friend; 'take the lop-enrcd fellow with burrs in his toll, grazing up there on the hillside.' "I found an animal answering this de scription, and was soon on my way to the post oflice, when I heard a great clatter of hoofs behind me, and few minutes later 1 found myself surround ed by half a dozen Greasers, who were excitedly talking in a language I could not understand. Before I could Buy a word they had a lasso over a limb and my head as a target for their guns, while they led me forward and adjusted the noose. "My thoughts came like a whirlwind in this extremity. I meant to fight, but could not, for the noose wos getting tighter nround my neck. Just before I felt myself sinking into oblivion 1 heard another clatter of hoofs, two or three guns were fired, a lot of talk went on I could not understand, and then I felt some whisky poured down my throat. When I came to I learned that I hod token a mule belonging to some Mcxicnns who enmped near by, and they were going to visit Judge Lynch's jus tice upon me in double-quick order. Some of the miners noticed their hnsty departure, and surmising the cause, a rescuing party took after them. The pard who directed me to a mule with his tail full of burrs hadn't yet learned that in that part of the country a mule without burrs in his tail would be as strange as a hen with teeth in civilized lands. St. Louis Itcpublic. HE MEANT TO SETTLE. SticMrliii; the KUIcuey of a Mttlo Ju iltcloiiM Flutter-. Judge Murphy wus trying a case in San Bafael once. It was a murder case, and bitterly contested. It had not pro ceeded very fa.' before the attorneys got to loggerheads. The attorney for tho defense did his best to imitute the attor ney for the prosecution, and 1 lie prose cuting attorney retaliated with all his might. Finally matters got to such a pitcli that the attorney for the prosecu tion turned upon his opponent nnd called him down in open court, .fudge Murphy interrupted, saying: "Gentlemen, gentlemen, this won't do. This sort of thing is very disre spectful to the court. This is no place for such exhibitions. If you gentle men have any differences to settle, set tle them out of court." The attorney for the defense imme ditcly rose and Fiiid: "We have no dif ference, if your honor please." "If your honor please." said the pros, editing attorney, "I wish to say that w linve differences. And T wish to give no. tiee that when court adjourns I intent! to crack that man's head over there!" Judge Murphy exploded: "How dare you. sir? How dare you? Tills is the grossest contempt of court! How dare you come here and attempt to terrify counsel? I fine you $50, sir; $50." The attorney replied: "That is rnthcr hard on me, if your honor jilense. Your honor distinctly suggested that I should settle my differences with this gentle man out of court, and I gnve notice of my intention to do so. That was all. I have the highest, respect and appre ciation of your honor's judgment in such matters, nnd I felt proud to accept your honor's advice." Judge Murphy was not proof against such subtle flattery, and the fine was promptly remitted. San Francisco Bulletin. Aiihoi;!KiiiN. When n man claims that lie under stands women you may be tolerably sure that ho has had experience with one woman whom ho found he didn't understand. Experience is not always u good teacher. The man who has ouce taken a sham for a reality is apt ever afterward to take all reality for shams. An unhappy woman turns for distrac tion to "tilings;" but with a man tho memory of love can be affected only by a new love. Hence devotion, intense nnd sincere as far as it goes, to a fascinating woman is often only his surprised tribute, though genuine In Its way, to her ability in helping him to forget an other woman who, at all hazards, must not be remembered. Demand does not always regulate supply; a lover may nsk for letters nt the post oflice for year without getting auy. Alice W. Kolllus, in Century. THAT SPLENDID COFFEE. Mr. Goodman, Williams County, 111.,, writes U3: "From one package Salzer'a German Coffee Berry I grew 300 pounds of better coffee than I can buy In stores r.t 30 cents a pound." A package of this and big seed cata logue is sent you by the John A. Salzcr Seed Co., La Crosse., Wis., upon receipt of 15 cents stumps and this notice, k Following "And did the groom kiss the bride?" "Oh, ye." "Before everybody?" "No, after everybody except the sexton and the organist." Detroit Journal. Xo-To-lliic for Fifty Cents. Over lOO.OOOoured. Why notlctNo-To-Bac regulate or remove your desire lor tobnccoT Paves monev, makes henltli and manhood.. Cure guaranteed, 50c and $1.00, all druggists.. ' ' - Deserted Wife (in conversation with sym--pathetic grocer) "And I trusted him bo! Grocer "Confound itl so did I." lit Bits. Like Oil Upon Troubled Waters is Hale's Honey of Horeliound and Tar upon a cold. Pike's Toothache Drops Cure in one minute. He "I see tiiat in making chnmpngne the crapes are squeezed six tunes or more. She "Isn't that nice?" Yonkers Statesman. All sortH of aches and pains nothing: better than St. Jacobs Oil. It cures. m - i He "Why are you so sad, darling?" Shc "I was just thinking, dearest, that this is the last evening wo can be together till to morrow." Comic Cuts. A lot of bootblacks sitting on a curbstone may not lie India-rubber boys, though they arc gutter perclicrs. The giants who frighten us most, often turn out to be common-sized men on stilts. Ram'a Horn. A man is usually bald four or five years before he knows it. Not a Well Day Did Sh So Far Months-Can Now Sloop Woil, Eat Woll, and Pains Hava Disappeared. " For sejeral months my health had been failing, and I did not hnvo a well day in this time. I had severe pains in my back, my limbs ached and I was. restless at night. I suffered with loss. of appetite nnd sevcro nervous head aches. A friend adriscd mo to try nood's Sarsaparilla. After taking this, medicine for a while I found I was gaining in health rapidly. I now havo a good appetite, can sleep well, and the pains with which I suffered have al most entirely disappeared. I am gain ing in flesh. I am still taking Hood's SarsapariUa and I recommend it wher ever I go." Miss Sarah Smitii, 311 North Park Street, Chillicothe, Ohio. Hood's SP- Is tho Best In f act tho Ono True Blood Purifier. All druggists, fl, six for $5. Oct only Hood's. HonH'c Dillc not harmoniously with 11UUU S 1 Ills Hood's Sarsaparilla. Who opened that bottle of- mum Rootbeer?. The popping of a cork from a bottle of i Hires is a signal of good health and plea sure. A sound the old folks like to hear the children can't R resist it. HIRES Rootbeer la composed of tho very ingredients tno y s torn requires. Aiding tho dlgestfou, soothing tho norves, purifying tho blood. A temper ance drink for temper anco people Mad enlr by Tb Chtrlti E. lllii Co., PhtU. Aptcktt mikci & fllom. dou irirjwntr. ywuyuwMMuuwAuwMwwyyuww Tho Wavcrley Bicyclo for 1897 is tho acmo of bicyclo construction. New and expensive principles of construction involved mako tho cost of building enormous. Hence tho price is $100. The only bicycle with true bearings Last year tho Wavcrley was as good as any wheel in tho market better than most. Bccauso new machinery was not needed for its continued construction, tho price of tho improved 1896 model has been reduced to SGO a saving of S25toyou. Catalogue Free. 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