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About The Nebraska advertiser. (Nemaha City, Neb.) 18??-1909 | View Entire Issue (April 9, 1897)
vf- rvr'fy?fn''v',m--W '" wi- ,ww'w'f.(Iraf)'is,!f', tuva: rjk &mr SlJ!l!WIHBI . k ' i! i THE NEBRASKA ADVERTISER m i W. IV. BANDKI18, ToblUher. i NEMAHA, NEBRASKA. NOTHING TO DO. I havo nliot iny arrows and npnn my top, And handled my Innt now ball: I trundled my hoop till I lind to stop. And bwiwk till I wot a rn.ll : I tumbled my books nil out of tlio nhelvoB, And hunted the pictures through: 1 havo Hunt; them whuro they may sort themselves. And now I lutvo nothing to do. Tho tower of nnbel I built of blocks Cnmo down with ii crnsh to tho lloor; My train of cars ran over tlio roclts I'll warrant they'll run no moroj 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 JJccaUHo 1 have nothing to do. Maria hno jjono to tho woods for (lowers, And Lucy and Hose arc uwuy After berries. I'm uuru thcy'vo been out for hours, I wonder what makes them stay? Ned wants to uaddlo Brunette for, me, Iiut riding Is nothing new; "1 was thinking you'd relish a canter," said lie, "Bccauuo you had nothing to do." I wish I was poor Jim Foster's son, For ho seems so happy and guy, When his wood Is chopped and his work Is all done, Wltn lus llttlo half hour to play; IIo neither has books, nor top nor ball, Yet he's singing tho wholo day through Cut then ho Is never tired at all, liccauso ho has something to do. Amorlcnn Homes. A SUNDAY KACE. 1IV I'HTUIl STUDMQY. A cool gray nnd sweet neatness with in, and u world of rampant glory with out! Cordelia Brown luid been brought up n ShnlccrcBK, and this was her Culifor ulnu home. Everybody was thunder struck when Joel Brown proposed to nnd wuh accepted by prim"Slstcr Cor delia," us she was culled by everyone. Though Sister Cordelia hud yours nnd years ago forsaken tho community life, still the enrly training was much In evi dence, even to the quaint mid spotless kerchief. When the ilrst froth of It hud blown oir, everyone agreed thnt after all it was not un ill-match. Joel was steady. Sister Cordelia wns thu quintessence of steadiness. Joel Brown was nearer fifty than forty, and nssurcdly Sister Cordelia inndu no pretense to youth. Again, their farms adjoined. There fore it was ull as It should be, when Cordelia transferred her bits over to Joel Brown's, his residence being about twice tho size, turning her house into i drying place, .loci himself had ever been neat as wax, but now the whole surroundings Bhone with a purity that was immaculate. Joel had a touch of romanco in hint; he stroked his silvery gray chin and said: , "What do you wont most that I can buy you? Something out of tho ordi nary, you understand." Cordelia understood it was to be 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 gucRs thnt ns ye feel ye must be extravagant for once in your life, I'll take the finest sprinkler mid fountain hose ye can lind," So Joel bought a length of hose and a gilded noz.lu that took her breath away. Shu had secretly sighed many years for half such a length, nnd as she directed the stream on the golden fruit until every orango shone liku a golden ball in its setting of deep green, she murmured: "My I 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 mid the other Joel's colt. Joel mugnnniinously changed the first to n steady triumphant matter-of-fact Bprny, which played nightly on the tiny lawn that was a part of the trim jflory of tho place; but the colt ah, there was the rub! It was Joel's weak ness, his one weakness he doted on u bit of good horseflesh, and this colt wns a colt of pedigree. It had a famous racing sire. Had it been branded on its silken coot with the word Sin it could not havo been more an object of silent condemnation to Cordelia. To her it was the cnrnnl representative of the pomps and vanities of this wicked world. Joel was not unmindful of It; but the colt was the colt! Tractableoudgentlcosakitlcn.ledby a little halter It would run by the side of Joel, oh ho drove to market. It even fought with Boft whinny to woo Cor tlelio as she passed the puddock In her clean gray dress and white cap; but Cordelia never turned her head, Joel gmllcd softly to himself, yet respected Cordelia's notions nil the same. The colt grew apace. The neighbors, men and women, also rqspeclcd Corde lius' notions insomuch that tho very few men friends of Joel would wnit un til she had passed on to meeting before they strolled over to Joel's to "hev a look nt that colt." It was whilst Cordelia was nwny that the colt was first "broke into harness." Little breaking wob required, for by Joel's methods "Enid" (for such wan the colt's uainc) seemed to understand it was a proud promotion and behaved .accordingly. ' When the evening came on, after the dny'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 and drive away for an hour, return ing to devote himself to Cordelia and his reading. By his suppressed jubi lance Cordelia knew the horse was act ing magnificently nnd realizing all Joel's drcums of u colt with such u pedi gree. "Land's sake, Mis' Brown," snld Miss Field, a neighbor with a lisp and a sniff, "they do say as Deacon Morrow's horse as he gave one hundred nnd fifty dollars gold coin for, ain't no livelier than your colt, an' if It comes to a trade, yourn might be the better in the long run." She awaited Cordelia's answer with her usual sniff. Cordelia crossed her hands and sold slowly: "Miss Field, I don't hold to colts, no how." "To be sure to be sure to be sure," raid tho Miss Field, as If pacifying on u 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 nil others as small potatoes, now her husband lets her drive a blooded boss to meeting not Hint you want to hear of bosses, anyhow. Do you Mow as your colt Is ns speedy ns Deacon Mor row's?" "It is Joel's colt, not mine." "To be sure to be sure. Well, you'll be at tho camp meeting next Sunday V" This was prime cruelty, nnd Cordelia knew it ns Mich; 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 horRc. Cordelia was tilt 1 1 Cordelia; but more, Cordelia wns 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 profitable to Mister Brown. He has my prayers. Some people do bay as how they don't Bee for the life of them how you enmc to marry an un converted man, anyhow." t "There are conversions through the h'cnrt, Miss Field, and there bo only conversions through the tongue, Miss Field." Miss Field hastened to Inform her friends that Cordelia, to her mind, "was back-sliding for one of Cordelia's pretensions, seeing how ns she even dressed different, to show different, ns it might be." "Mister Brown Joel, I should like you to drive me to camp meeting next Sunday." Cordelia had closed the spray: Joel had laid down his book he was dream ing. Mother earth was cool and sweet; the scent of orange blossom was in the air; an orange fell on the ground with a hnppy little thud of content. A whinny from Enid completed the culm peace of the ploce. Joel was sensible that it wns a grove 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 llourish round the pud 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 mc to be driven." This was the nearest to n love speech thnt Cordcliu had ever 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 foolish, they be no better than a boy with n bag of puts and n new pockutknife, if any thing happens to please them."' Having made up her mind to it, on the Sunday she dressed with more than usual precision, ns If to make up in neatness and spotless uttirc for what ever of the vanities she might thus be countenancing. Joel Brown wns true to his word, and as Deacon Morrow passed them with his high-stepper, Cordelia felt quite comfortably sedate. Miss Field was enjoying the buck sent of the deacon's rig, and gave a friendly, pat ronizing little nod to Cordcliu. Enid behaved like the lady of high pedigree she was, and beyond a shake of the mane ns the deacon went by, also a suspicion of impatience at the slow pace, she went to tho cump meeting most becomingly. Joel Brown also behoved most be comingly wlnn there, and allowed him self to bo alluded to as "a brand from the burning," without the usual twinkle at tho corners of his mouth. Cordelia felt she had passed through r, crisis sat isfactorily, and no doubt would have been her own placid self hnd not MIbs Field, with her little lisp and sniff, re marked, as Cordelia wos stepping into Uio 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 the deacon would puss them on tho road, so they need not say good night, etc. Thu air was sweet and refreshing: the first evening breeze wafted over them like n benediction; for the dny had been a hot one and tho exhortations fervid Womanlike, with the grateful breeze came a relaxation of her nerves, and Cordelia gave vent to u remark most "techy" for her uftcr ii cump mevtiug. "Miss Field cap net ns aggravating us a spoiled cat." With that she wns relieved. And as Joel tucked in her dress from the dust nnd after awhile asked iter if she didn't think she had better have her shawl on, Cordelia was at pence with herself and the beautiful world again. A wide good rood opened up before them for a long utrctch. Enid seemed to scent 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 case oil' a bit," Joel remarked In explanation to Cordelia, but without ullowing Enid to brcuk n step. "Whoa, Enid, steady, slow, now slow now, flint's it, that's it. She's pining for n 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 in sight. "Well, jest n breath then," said Joel. "We'll slow up again after. All right, then, Enid ah 1 so gee up, then, uh! my bcouty, that's It. (Joe up so, there's a poce there's a atop there's grace." Cordelia, after her first fright was over, was experiencing the most en chanting exhilaration. Tlio trees ap peared to lly pnst. It was delightful, especially us no one wns a witness. "Nay, Enid, nny, nay, now, that's enough." But Enid wns pricking up her cars and Jolc turned round: "She's ns sharp ns n needle she heard them that's behind sooner than 1 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 lintes to let anyone puss her, especially that hoss of the deacon's. Nny, Enid, you'll net pretty now. There that's a beauty slower slower! She hates it like poison!" Joel drew to one side. With a mighty flourish, and Miss Field calmly triumph unt, Deacon Morrow flashed pust them. Enid trembled nnd shook again, with repressed ambition, us tlio deacon's equipage receded in the distance. "She do want to go!" said Joel npolo getically. "Well, I guess we're going slower than we've any need to," said Cordelia. "But if I let her go she'll want to pass them, and she will be wuss if she don't and they are pretty far oil'." "Then let her pass them, it cannot hurt, for once nnyhow." "All right, Cordelia. Let 'em have it, says I. All right, Enid up! There, nhl my girl, go it, ah! so so-up there, up-there." She ilc.v like the wind, nearer, nearer to the deacon's rig. Cordelia tried to preserve her wonted calm, but instead had to hold on to her shawl tightly. "Ooshl 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 tnko tilings easier. Cordelia was ex cited, but did not know it. She felt the thrill of thnt swift rush past the enemy. When again she heard the other behind her, Cordelia this time turned to see. "They'll pass us," she ejuculuted, nervously. "Wc'U let tlicm," said Joel, thinking to please her. Nearer and nearer; tho deacon was putting his horso to its pace. It passed. "Good night," blandly called Miss Field in triumph. But Enid wns not to be put on one side like tli' ' she could not understand such folly, fled the Lord knows what would hnve Rjppened if Cordelia had not ex claimed: "Let her go!" "Let her go, Gallagher!" replied Joel ecstatically: for it hud taken all the repression in him to hold Enid buck. Nearer, nearer! The deacon looked bock and urged his horse, and thus urged its speed on ahead. Enid needed no urging. She was mad with joy at the chance of a race quasi or genuine. Gradually they gained on the deacon. "We'll pass them yet," 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 wos no occasion now for salutations nnd ceremonies Miss Field wns engaged In holding on. It was neck and neck. Only those who hnve experienced it can un understuud the tingle of it ull. The deucon 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, us well us their mus ters. Enid wns gaining again, oh, so slowly to Cordelia, who could see Miss Field while she was the slightest degree in front of them. Gaining, gaining! Cordelia felt her heart thumping us ithnd neverthumped before. Nose to nose! Enid wns first. The deacon, by u shout, urged hisuuimul to its utmost. For me moment Cor delia thought it wouU overtake nnd win. "Joel Brown!" she cried, "ef ye can not win ghe me the reins nnd 1 will win myself!" And I'hiid won. After they had run dowu their own little slveteh of lane, nnd had drawn up in front of their own house, Joel helped hea to alight, paying, grimly: "Cordelia Brown, it's uncommonly like horso 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 the neatly coiled hose she said, dryly: "Joel, ye moy have to fetch that twlrlagig fountain buck, yet." And Joel grinned. Thus passed into tlio annals Sister Cordelia's Sunday race with sequels and sequels. Overland Monthly. A CLOSE CALL. The AlmoHt Fntul 13rror of a West ern Miner. "The narrowest escape I ever hnd in my life," said Mayor Macrcudy, of Little Bock, "wns out near Yuba, where I wns helping to work nn old claim with a number of other Forty-niners. One day, expecting some important mail from home, I asked n new man on the diggings for a mule to ride over to the post ollicc. "'All right,' said my friend; 'tnke the lop-eared fellow with burrs in his toil, grazing up there on the hillside.' "I found an animal answering this de scription, and was soon on iny way to the post office, when I heard a great clatter of hoofs behind mc, and u few minutes later I found myself surround ed by half a dozen Greasers, who were excitedly talking in n language I could not understand. Before could suy a word they had a lasso over a limb nnd my head as o target for their guns, while they led me forward nnd adjusted the noose. "My thoughts eanie like a whirlwind in this extremity. I meant to fight, but could not, for the noose wns getting tighter around my neck. Just before I felt myself sinking into oblivion I heard another clutter of hoofs, two or three guns were fired, a lot of tnlk went on I could not understand, nnd then I felt some whisky poured down my throat. When I came to I leurncd that I hod taken a mule belonging to some Mexicans who enmped near by, and they were going to visit Judge Lyneh's jus tice upon me in double-quick order. Some of the miners noticed their hasty departure, and surmising the cause, a rescuing party took after them. The pnrd who directed me to a mule with his tnil full of burrs hadn't yet learned that in that part of the country a mule without burrs in his tail would be us strange as a hen with teeth in civilized lauds. St. Louis ltepublic. HE MEANT TO SETTLE. Showing the Kfllvnuy of a Little Jn dlcloiiH Vluttery. Judtre Murnhv wus trylnir n cose in Son llafnel 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 the defense did his best to imitute the attor ney for the prosecution, nnd the prose cuting uttorney retaliated with ull his might. Finally mutters got to such a pitch thnt the attorney for the prosecu tion turned upon his opponent and culled him down in open court. Judge Murphy interrupted, saying: "Gentlemen, gentlemen, this won't do. Tliis 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 ditoly rose and paid: "We have no dif ference, if your honor plense." "If your honor please." said the pros ccuting attorney, "I wish to say that w hove differences. And T wish to give no. tice that when court adjourns T intern? to crack thnt man's bond over there!" Judge Murphy exploded: "How dart you, sir? How dare you? This is the grossest contempt of court! How dure you come here and attempt to terrify counsel? I fine you $50, sir; $50." The attorney replied : "That is rnther hard on me, if your honor plense. Your honor distinctly suggested thnt I should settle my differences with this gentle man out of court, and I gave notice of my intention to do so. That was all. I have the highest respect and nppre ciotion of your honor's judgment in such matters, and I felt proud to accept your honor's advice." Judge Murphy wns not proof against such subtle flattery, and the fine was promptly remitted. Son Francisco Bulletin. Aphorism. When a man claims that he under stands women you may be tolerably sure that he has hod experience with one woman whom he found he didn't understand. Experience is not nlways a good teacher. The man who has ouce taken a shnm for n reality is apt ever uftorwurd to tiike nil reality for shams. An unhappy woman turns for distrac tion to "things;" but with a man the memory of love can be affected only by a new love. Hence devotion, intense nnd sincere as fur as it goes, to n fnscinutlng woman is often only his surprised tribute, though genuine in its way, to her ability In helping him to forget an other woman who, nt ull hazards, must not be remembered. Demand does not always regulate supply; o lover may nsk for letters at the post ollice for year without getting uuy. Alice W. Kollius, lu Century. THAT griiKNDID COFFEE. Mr. Goodman, Williams County, 111., writes U3: "From one package Sul.cr's Gcrmnn Coffee Berry I grew 300 pounds of better coffee than I can buy in stores r.t 30 cents a pound." A pneknge of this and big seed cata logue is sent you by the John A. Salzor Seed Co., La Crosse., Wis., upon receipt of 15 cents stamps and this notice. k .... Following. "And did the groom kiss the bride?" "Oil, yei." "Before everybody?" "No, after everybody except the sexton and the organist." Detroit Journal. Xo-To-IIuo for Fifty Cents. Over 400,000cured. Why notlctNo-To-Bac regulate or remove your desire for tobacco? caves moncv, makes health nnd manhood.. Cure guaran'tced, 50c and $1.00, all druggists.- ' ' - Deserted Wife (in conversation with sym pathetic grocer) "And I trusted him so! Grocer "Confound itl so did I." '1 it Bits. Like Oil Upon Troubled Wratcrs is Hale's Honey of Horeliound and Tar upon a cold. Tike's Toothache Drops Cure in one minute. He "I sec that in making chnmpagnc the; crapes arc squeezed six times or more. She "Isn't that nice?" Yonkcrs States man. All sorts of aches and pains nothing: better than St. Jacobs Oil. It cures. He "Why nre you so sad, darling?" Si "I was just thinking, dearest, that tin She lis iff the last evening wc can be together till to morrow." Comic Cuts. A lot of bootblacks sitting on n curbstone may not be India-rubber boys, though they are gutter perchcrB. The giants who frighten us most, often turn out to be common-sized men on Btilts. Kam'B Horn. A man is usually bald four or five years before ho Icuowb it. Not a Weil Day Did Sh 3o Far Months-Can Now Sloop Well, Eat Woll, and Pains Havo Disappeared. " For several months my health had been failing, and I did not havo 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 and severe nervous head aches. A friend advised mo to try Hood'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 tho pains with which I suffered havo al most entirely disappeared. I am gain ing in flesh. I am still taking Hood's Sarsaparilla and I recommend it wher ever I go." Miss Sarah Smith-, 311 North Park Street, Chillicothe, Ohio. ( Hood'S Wa 'Is tho Bcst-ln fact tho Ono Truo Blood Purlflor. All druggists, tl, six for $5. Got only Hood's. Hrnr1'c E)!llc not harmoniously with 11UUU & rlllb Hood's Sarsaparilla. NUMBWnatQgMM VfflO T opened that N Doteie or HIRES Rootbeer? The popping of a cork from a bottle of Hires is a signal of good health and plea sure. A sound the old folks like to hear the children can't resist it. HIRES Rootbeer Is composed of tho vury ingrouioniH llio system requires. Aiding tho digestion, soothing tho nerves, purifying tho blood. A temper anco drlnlc for tomper anco people lt& enlr by Tb Ch.rlM E. Ultt Co., PhO. Aptckict mike, 6 iilloal. data iTirywair. U ?A fl ou Tho Wavcrley Bicycle for 1897 is tho acmo of bicyclo construction. New and expensive principles of construction involved mako tho cost of building enormous. Hence tho prico is $100. The only bicycle with true bearings Last year tho Wavcrley was as good as any wheel in tho market otter than most. Because new machinery was not needed for its continued construction, tho prico of tho improved 1896 model has been reduced to $60 a saving of S25toyou. Catalogue Free. 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