" 1,4 ,4SF THE NEBRASKA ADVERTISER ' TV. TV. 8ANDKIUJ, roblliher. NEMAHA, NEBRASKA CANNOT ROB US OF THE PAST, Though cruel hands may strive to bllRht Tho fruit we hoped the years would bring, They never can destroy outright Tho sweets that round tho blossoms cling. If lips shall strive by unkind words To make our futuro Incomplete, They have not power to kill the blrdi That In our hearts liavo sung so sweet. Though unkind feet may turn aside Within our path sharp thorns to lay. They lack the power from us to hldo Tho flowers wo gathered by tho way. If faces shadowed o'er with hate To flood our courso with fear havo planned, Thry cannot close tho happy gate Through which wo havo passed hand In hand. Though strength of foes may hope to build High walls to part our futuro ways, They cannot fence the bliss that filed Our souls through many yesterdays. If cruel hands attempt to blight Tho fruit wo hoped the years would bring, They never can destroy outright The sweots that round the blossoms cling. So though they may our way pursuo And seek our highest hopes to blaBt, One thing they havo not power to do, They cannot rob us of the past. Thomas Freeman Porter, In BoBton aiobc. SMMtiiMMuWMMMrtHMitttiMMi 3 AT THE ElVrk HE iXM. XXIL, JL.H1 jy c3 THE LARIAT. : BY JUAN MORO. g ALL sorts and conditions of men and women came together in the cattle days. It was one of the peculiar fea tures of the time that there never was nsked the question: "Who ore youV" The newcomer introduced himself, as did the miners of the mountains, in his own way, and was taken for what he was worth. His real value was usually determined at short notice by the men of the frontier, and when they had once branded a stranger he might ns well ac quiesce, for the word went along the line as to his standing. When he did not do so he found that t here was likely to be n hint that he could not afford to iieglcet nnd he obeyed. When James Sorten came to the Cim marron ranch and introduced himself ns the younger son of a. wealthy New Englander, disinherited because of his fondness for the sports of the plains, he was believed. He looked it. His ad mirable form and his charming man nersas manners went in those days won to him the men and women of the settlements, and mode him the friend of the ranch boys wherever he met them. Some of the boys will yet remember him and the lively part he played in the drama of the latter CO's. Rivalries that are now turned toward the managment of the corporations nnd the manipulating of the prices of stock were then hi that section devoted to the handling of herds, and the ranch that Iind the largest and most energetic force of cowboys was the one that had the better fortune in Hint line. Sorten, who soon gained the title of "Yellow back," because of his customary clothes -of bright saffron, was the leader of the rustlers. He could scent n maverick farther than anyone along the trail, nnd woe to the herder that allowed a bunch to remain out on the prairie over night it was likely to be missing for good. Of course there were efforts to put a stop to the practice of running in the wanderers, for at least a reasonable time after the finding of the some. Hut who could prevent It? Sorten went to the trail every night to see if there were any wanderers that needed protection from the blizzards, and ofteii returned with two or three thnthod strayed from some passing herd. One night he did not return as soon as usual, and when lie came in it was with a white face, and agitation written upon his entire body. "What's the matter, Jini?" asked the chief herder. "Seen a ghost?" asked another. 4,No, but I'll tell you, boys," were his words, "I've seen the fustest rider that ever wus in this valley." "Tell us about it." "There ain't nothin' to tell. I was over in the upper ravine looking fer any ii-wanderin' steers that might be need In' enre and hod found two, when along come a stranger on horseback and or dered me to git. I don't take any man's sass, and I told him so. "What did that critter do but give a whoop an' scare lliem steers so that the3' went bel lowin' down the ravine. I follered, of course, an' when I eow that there wasn't 110 chnnce to git them home turned nround to look at the other one. He snt on his boss as quiet as you please, mi' when I looked at him smiled, then with another whoop started after the steers himself, an' what do you think, in a minute he had 'em in his line nn' was drivin' 'em home which I take it is over the other side of the trail." It appeared afterward that he hnd tried to overtake the stranger, but failed hence his perturbation. The boys all laughed at him a good deal, and he fairly hnunted the trail to catch another glimpse of the mysterious, vis itor. Hut It was a week bci'orc he wne satisfied. A day off was given the cowboys by reason of the failure of a herd to get in from the farther range, and we all went up to the town for n time. Jim was looking for something all the time, and when ns we enme within a mile of the settlement he caught sight of a sorrel horse nhend of us he gave n little cry of joy and sank the spurs into the flanks of his pony viciously. We followed, and were by his side when the sorrel was overtaken. Then we no ticed something that we had not been uwarc of before that the rider of the sorrel was a woman. Jim's fnce was a study. He was so sure of his game, and when it came ab it did he wilted. Hut he braced up a little and began a conversation. It was the daughter of the chief herder across the river, and she was about ns pretty a picture as often came to the eyes of the herders in the territory. She lnughed and joked with Jim, and he deserted us to be by her side. We rede and left them together. That was the beginning, and for about a month Jim and his girl were the talk of the country nround. They were stuck on each other if any two ever were, and rode up nnd down the ranges like wandering twin spirits. Once Jim was scored on the range agnin, nnd this time he swore that the visitor made him give up ten head of the finest calves that he had ever laid eyes on. Hut none of us saw the stranger, nnd the opinion of the ranch was that Jim was a little leary that night. One day the order came to go to the southwest after n herd and drive north. It meant two months of hard riding, and how Jim did hate iti He rode over to sec his girl for good by, and they had an affecting parting, I guess. She loved him, and wnnted to marry him before he went, but Jim wouldn't have It so, though he prom ised that it should be done as soon as he returned. Thnt was the year of the cattle suf fering on the plnins because of the rain and sleet. The herds were unable to get from the ice the wet grass beneath and starved and froze to death on the northern plnins. In the territory there was no suffering of this sort, but the cold rain made it hard for the cowboys, and they had the toughest time they had ever been to keep warm while on the range. They rode up nnd down the lines wrapped in big blankets and with DRAGGING AT THE END OP THE ROPE. all the scarfs they could gather around their necks. One night as the storm was worst there came along the trail n little herd not more than 200 half stnrved cattle that hod evidently been herded through the summer on their way north and had not been pushed fast enough. In the camp wagon that was with them was a woman. She come to the ranch house to get some food nnd we kept her there all night, the cook's wife sharing a bed with her. The girl for bhe was not more than n child asked if we knew n James Morris. Of course we did not, but when the next morning she took from her neck n locket and opening it showed us the fnce of "Yellowback," we all looked blank enough, I tell you. She went back to the wagon, but they did not get any farther. The man got sick somehow, and the woman went to the other ranch where she met Jeanne Arscy, the girl that had the love of Jim or thought she had. Well, the expected happened. She told her troubles to Jeanne nnd the girl knew that she had been making leve to a married man. Mad? There is no word to express it. She fairly raged and rode the plains for days al most beside herself. She vowed that she would kill him and then was will ing to forgive for the wife's cake. Hut Jim did not come then. The wife stayed and grew sick faster than her father. At last she died and Jeanne was free. Hut those who knew were glad they had not the task that was before Jim when he came home. Our boss told us one day that the herd would be in in a week. The ranch was prepared for the coming, and the cowboys looked forward to the event with interest, for they would get a dijy off in which they could go over to the settlement. At last the herd was within a day's drive and the whole settlement was waiting for it. The boys all knew the situation between Jim and Jeanne and wanted to see what would happen. Jim was tired when he came into camp and did not want to talk. He ate his dinner in quiet and then Raid: "Let's go over to the town." Of course we were ready nnd a liulf dozen of us went with him. On the way he nsked if we had seen Jeanne. We told him nothing about the visitor of the past few weeks, nnd only when we got to the town did we see him look cheerful. Jim drank hnrder than I had ever seen him do that afternoon, nnd about four o'clock wns in a lively mood, ready for any sort of an escapade. As we rode down the little street we saw coming in from the ranches a woman on horseback. All tho herd ers fell back. They did not want to sec whnt happened nt too short range. Jim recognized his old 11 a me, and hurried his horse forward to meet her. Hut she did not hurry. Instead she was in the most cxnsperating state of deliberation. "How arc ye?" called Jim, so that we could nil hear. There was no answer. "What's the matter?" he demanded. "Don't you want to marry me?" For an answer she gave her horse a blow with the riding whip nnd came up to his side. In her hand wns the rawhide. She lifted it high, and before he could see what she was going to do it came down across his fuce again and again. He fairly howled with pain, but she rode back to her side of the street nnd kept up the highway. 'Til kill her," shouted Jim, and away went his horse to the saloon where he had left his revolver. As he stood before the bar trying to get the barkeeper to give it up she rode in front of the house. "Jim Morris," she called, "come out here." How white Jim turned! Buthe went. "You cowardly sneak," she began. "I thought I loved you once, but now I know you. Do you remember those nights that I used to scare you away from the mavericks?" Jim looked nt her in astonishment. Had he been outwitted by a woman? "And last month I held in my arms a woman who had this picture. Do 3011 know it?" She held out the miniature that was in the possession of the woman with the herd. Jim shuddered. "Where where did you get it?" he nsked. "From your dend wife's hands. She believed in you, and I did not tell her better. She died blessing you, and do you know where you ought to be?" The womnn's eyes fairly blazed as she sat there on her horse and faced the little company of herders and sa loonists. Jim never said a word, ne quailed before the angry woman, but he was too angry himself to give up. "You said a little while ago that you would kill me," she began once more. "Get on that horse and let's see about it." A pony was standing near Jim's. On its back the men placed him, won dering what would be the next move, but all hoping that the vengeance would lit the crime. "I'll count three," said Jeanne; "then look out." "One" Jim was unarmed what else could he do? He jabbed the spurs into the pony nnd was off like a shot. Up the long street he went, nnd had 300 feet the start when came "three!" Then we knew why the sorrel had rounded up the mavericks. It ran like the wind. At the sound of the mistress' voice it was off, and the distance be tween the two lessened. Out on the prnirie they sped. Then came the end. When within a short distance of the fleeing man the woman drew a coiled lariat from her saddle and whirled it around her head. Once, twice it circled and then away in beautiful curves until it settled over the head of the coward and deceiver, Jim. ner sorrel planted its feet in the sod; there was a jerk, and fall, and then away over the plain toward the ra vine, where was the little cemetery, she went, n dark object dragging at the end of the rope. They disappeared behind the hills, and she did not come back. Indeed, she never came to the settle ment again, for she moved from the trail country a few weeks after. But the boys wished 6he would come, for they wanted to give her a vote of thnnks. Howsoever, they went out that even ing and buried Jim by the side of the little sad-faced woman who was his wife. St. Louis Globe-Democrat. She Didn't Wnnt .Much. When Andrew D. White, now the United States ambassador at Berlin, was our minister to Germany, nearly 20 years ngo, he received some queer letters from Americnns, asking for his iniluence in their behalf in court circles. Perhaps the funniest of all was a very mandatory epistle from an old lady living in the west, who inclosed in her letter four pieces of white linen, ench some six inches square. "Wc are going to give a fair in our church," she wrote, "and I am making nn autograph quilt. I want you to get me the auto graphs of the emperor, the empresK, the crown prince and Bismarck; and tell them to be very enrefut not to write too near the edge of the squares, as a seam has 10 be allowed for putting them together." Youth's Companion, German Dully l'apoi-K. Eight hundred daily papers are nub- Jlifched in Germany. BEE A WEATHER PROPHET. She Hun SonrccM of ICiunrlcriKC Which Jinn Cannot Vnthoin. The question whether various in sects and animals have the powers pop ularly attributed to them of knowing in advance whnt the weather is going to be, and in particular of predicting the fceverity of the coming winter, has fre quently been discussed. A correspond ent of Cosmos, M. P. dc Bidder, writes to that journal that he believes the bee to possess this power beyond doubt, and he proceeds to give his rensous for that belief. We translate his letter be low. Says M. de Bidder: "Everyone knows that nt the ap proach of winter certain birds leave northern regions and fly southward, seeking under n wnrmer sky a refuge ngninst the cold nnd rigors of the north. "But everyone does not know of the admirable foresight shown by the bee about the time of the earliest cold weather. It also feels the approach of winter; nny, more, the bee seems to understand a long time in advance whether the winter is to be mild or se vere. Between the migratory birds and the bee there is this difference: the former are driven away by the cold and the bnd weather from the regions where they are; the latter arc guided by a special instinct of foresight, an instinct which I make bold to call the bee's meteorology. "But the bee docs not know how to flee before the approach of the winter, and ennnot do so; he cannot abandon the store so laboriously laid up during the fine weather; he cannot leave the hive where he has put away the neces sities of life for the coming winter. "Many times have I witnessed the vigilance and foresight of the bee. Forty years ago bee-keepers were still using the old miter-shaped straw hives with two openings or entrances. Well, I noticed that about the beginning of October the bees stopped up these tjvo cntrnnces with wax, so as to leave pas sage for only one bee at a time, thus giv ing a lesson to the bee keeper who had neglected to put a board over the en trances to prevent the introduction of cold air. "Certain persons think thnt the bee plasters up these openings ns the cold increases, but this is an error. The bee knows enough to take his precautionary measures in good time, for when the temperature of the nir falls to five or six degrees (about 40 degrees Fahrenheit) he does not leave the hive, and when the temperature approaches freezing he cannot, without exposing himself to paralysis and death, separate himself from the mass of individuals, who then form a eoiupactball. "There are others who believe that ex traordinary' precautionary measures taken by the bee are only the result of coincidence, and that chnnce plnys the chief part in them. This hypothesis is not tennble. Besides, the bee-keepers of all countries agree in saying and their attention must have been often called to the phenomenon that every time that the bees have taken care to seal hermetically the entrances to the hive, so as to leave but a minute pas sage for air, the winter hns been of ex treme rigor. On the other hand, the years when the bees have done nothing to preserve themselves from the cold have been marked by relatively mild winters during which no heavy frosts have occurred. "Here the question naturally pre sents itself: How can the bee foresee the weather so far in advance, when man, with nil his intelligence nnd knowledge has not yet succeeded in do ing this? "In truth, I find no satisfactory an swer to this question. "Must we suppose that, toward the end of the summer, a rigorous winter is heralded by drafts of air of exception ally low temperature, that escape our perceptions and our instruments, but are perceived by the bee, for protection against the cold? "However it mny be, before his instance of prediction, whose exact ness is not open to doubt, on the testi mony of a large number of bee-keepers, every observer of meteorological phe nomena should stand confounded nnd express his ndmirntion for the mys terious meteorology of the bee." Lit erary Digest. niAcrimliiiitlon In Philadelphia. Hundreds of colored boys nre em ployed in Philadelphia to sell hot fish cakes on the streets. The cakes, as 11 rule, are cooked by colored women and tre ns delicious as fishcakes can be. The boys carry the cakes in tin cans, to the bottom of which is aflixed a heating pot. They have also 11 small box of fuel. They take a stand on some crowd ed corner nnd in the course of an even ing sell from CO to 200 enkes. To a sober person the charge for each rake is one cent, but if the purchnser shows signs of having iudulged too freely in drinks alcoholic n demand for five cents is made and generally paid. Philadel phia Press. Ilcnntlfiil Indian HuiH't-HtltloiiH. Among the superstitions of the Sen eca Indians was a most benutiful one. When n young maiden died they impris oned a young bird until it first began to try its powers of song, nnd then, load ing it with caresses and messages, they loosed its bonds over her grave, in the belief thnt it would not fold its wings or close its eyes until it hnd own to the spirit land and delivered its precious burden of affection to the loved and lost one. Chicago Times-Herald. ANCIENT CITY IN GEORGIA. Trace of Civilized I.Ifc Found on Dc inctrlim Inland. It appears that there wos an ancient, civilization on the coast of Georgia prior to the advent of Europenns, and the remains of an old town built by civilized people have been discovered.. Gov. Atkinson hns received from. Charles N. West, the secretary of tha' Georgia Historical society at Savannah, a letter telling of a prehistoric town ou Demetrius island, just below St. Cath erine island, off the Georgia coast. Tho letter is ns follows: "Hon. William Y. Atkinson, Governor, Atlanta My Dear Sir: A night or two ago while browslnc nmontr some books, I came across a very extraordinary thing. Do Brnhm, who was the royal surveyor of the colony of Georgia in 1753, in his report to the bonrd of trado nnd plantations, date unknown, states circumstantially that he had found on 'Demetrius islnnd' the remains of an ancient town of great antiquity. Ho says that there were many nncient dwellings in ruins, nnd thnt the town had certainly been the work of civilized people. It was so old and had been de populated so long thut ho could not even trace a tradition among the In dians ns to the origin of the town, and he could only guess thnt it hnd been settled nnd destroyed some time in tho seventeenth century. "I have nlwnys found De Brnhm very exact and have no doubt of the truth of his statement. But it seems perfectly obvious thnt any town of so ancient de Dmiction that in the middle of the eighteenth century no tradition evere romnined concerning it must have con siderably nntcdnted the sixteenth cen tury. It will therefore be very interest ing to find the old ruins, if possible, and have them classed by on nntiqunrian. "But my trouble is first to identify 'Demetrius island.' By De Brahm's de scription it Iny between St. Catherine's inland and the mainland. In fnct, he gays so precisely, but I do not find tho nnme Demetrius island on any map of" old or modern date. "Will you, therefore, do me the kind ness to hand this letter to any person in charge of the old maps of the state, and to nsk him plense to nscertnin whether the nnme of Demetrius islnnd can bo. found on any one of them in the locality specified? A very old map by De Brnhm himself, of 1757, contnins the nnme 'De metres Bluff,' just north of Hnrris" Neck, nnd I think thnt is the locality al luded to. But I would like to bo ccr tcin. "A day or two of vacation next winter' might be plensantly occupied in looking up this site of whnt will probably turn out to be the oldest town in North America. You will find no allusion to this extinct colony or settlement in any history of Georgia, nor indeed in any print whatsoever except De Brahm's re port. With best regards, yours very truly, "C. N. WEST." The oldest mnp in the office of the sec ictary of state was drawn in 181S. It. shows no Demetrius island, but Colonel's island lies between St. Cath erine's island nnd the mninlnnd nt the mouth of Medwny river. Atlanta Jour nal. FUNERAL WEDDINGS. The Slrnntrc Custom Ohnorvcd hy m Trlhe of Farther India. Among the Shnn Karens of farther India funerals are made the occasions of grand wedding festivals, in which all the marriageable young men and women of the village are privileged to participate. As it is not nlways con venient to hold these interesting cere monies nt the exact time a villager may die, it is customary to deposit the corpse in some temporary resting plnce till the marriage market is favorable to giv ing it obsequies worthy of its former estate. Consequently six months or a year may frequently pass before the memory of the dead Karen receives the honor which is its due. When a good time comes for wed dings, the remains nre taken from their resting place and set upon a platform, which has been prepared for them, and the eligible bachelors and mar riageable young women nre invited to come and compete in a marrying match. The "funernl service" is then begun with a chorus of men celebrating the beauties of Karen maidens in general. The girls respond in n drawling falsetto. The bnchelors, each in his turn, be gin usually, for the sake of pence, withi the most muscular maiden. If one of them is rejected, he waits till his turn come again, and addresses, if he sees fit, some other girl. The girls receive the proposals in per fect self-possession, and respond to- them in phrases like those with which they have been addressed, the models of which have come down from old times. Bejections seldom occur, ex cept when a man makes a mistake and1 applies to a girl who is known to bo reserving herself for another. The "fu neral service" goes on in this wny till it is plain that no more alliances can be made, when it is closed, and the body of the deceased is buried. The matches thus made nre binding, nnd no other way of making them is in favor. De troit Free Press. An IjYtreme View. "Whnt are mock marriages, Uncle JTulius?" "Nine out of ten." Chicngo Becord. Necessity is a good thing to make a virtue of if you have no better ma terial. Chiengo News. 'H y i 4 M V A B jfcwaMtJWWWMa'nn"'