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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (May 19, 1892)
First National Bank, Paid-Up Capital. $5o,ooo. Surplus, $2o,ooo. Authorised Capital, $100,000. Money Loaned on Personal Security on the Most Favorable Terms. Issue Time Certificates Bearing Interest. Buy and Sell Foreign & Domestic Exchange. DIRECTORS: p. J.McManus M. Cavanaugh. T. F. Bermingham. J. P. Mann; E. W. Montgomery. Ed. F. Gallagher. Thad, J. Bermingiiam. O’NEILL NEBRASKA. THAI). J BERMINGHAM, Pres. £1) E. GALLAGHER, Cashier. J. P. MANN, Vice Pres. FRED H. SWINGLEY, Asst. Cashier. HOLT III GOUNTY III BANK, O’NEILL, NEBRASKA. DAVID ADAMS, President. L). L. DARR, Cashier. Wm. Adams, Asst. Cashier. A GENERAUBANKING BUSINESS TRANSACTED. Agents for the Otinard, North German Lloyd, American and Red Star lines of American Steamships. Buy and sell drafts drawn on principal cities or Europe and America. Accounts of Arms and individuals solicited. Collections Made and Remited on the Day of Payment. J. W. THOMAS, President. G. W. WATTLES, Vic-Pres. JOHN McHUGH, Cashier. THE■STATE - BANK OF O’NEILL. Authorized Capital, $100,000. Paid up Capital, $30,000. DO A GENERAL BANKING BUSINESS. JOHN J. McCAFFERTY. -^DEALER IN=— HARDWARE, Tinware, Farm Implements, Furniture, Woodenmre, Wagons, Corn-Shellers, Coffins and Undertaking Supplier O’NEILL, HOLT CO., NEB. Pioneer hardware dealer GARLAND StOVES AND RANGES I CABBY TUB LARGEST STOCK OF Hardware, Tinware, Copper &. Graniteware, IN NOBTH NEBRASKA. AND MAKE A SPECIALTY OF ELI BARBED WIRE. IN IMPLEMENTS I CARRY The famoiis JOHN DEERE Plows, Culti- Sgfe vators, Flying Dutchman Sulky Plows, Peru City Cultivators. LISTERS and DRILLS. Call and see me before you make your purchases as I can save you some money. NEIL BRENNAN, O’NEILL Neb. FRED ALM. BOOTfSHOESHOP , ^ have started a Boot and Shoe shop in the old Shore building doors south of Windsor hotel. Satisfaction guaranteed. 0 Neill, Neb. i-m THE WITHERED ROSE. Lifting the quaint old box's lid, To while away an hour, Among tho yellow papers hid I found a withered flower. * So long ago its life had grown, Beside some limpid river, I know not how it onmc my owu, And quite forgot its giver. Yet still around its faded leaves Pathetie perfume lingers, As if for some old days it grieves, And soft carresslng Augers. ’Twas once a red and rudiatit rose. Fire-tinged and fire-like embored. But now a dream—perchance it knows Of passion unremembered. Whoso hand bestowed thee, withered one —What snowy bosom bore thcef And whose the sigh that lived upon Sweet lips of scarlet o'er theet Ah. who can toll f The romance blent With thee no tongue shall sever. Thou ghost of some dead sentimont! 1 lay thee back forever. —Washington Post. LOVE IN A LOG CABIN. “And this Is borne!" Ruth Delano gazed about her with a mingled feeling of wonder, joy and disappointment. Three thousand miles had she traveled across the American continent to reach the home her husband had prepared for her. and this was what she found: A lonely ranch among the foot hills in Southern California, with a plain log cabin for a home. Not a vestige of a plant or flower around it, not a suggestion of comfort or beauty with in it hills stretching brown and bare under the July sun and not a shade tree in sight. “One might know thore nover had been a woman near the place." sighed Ruth, her eyes slowly filling with tears. It seemed so comfortless and barren after leaving her mother's old fashioned farm house in the state of Maine, full to overflowing with in viting. comfortable things, and sur rounded with flower gardens and or chards, and whore every nook and corner suggested the deft hands and delicate fancies of women. She felt her very heart sink within her. She strokod the hand of her hus band. who held their little Rutbie in his arms, smiling through her tears. ••I know, dear.it is a now country.” she said cheerfully, “and you have done the best you could." It was the truly wifely spirit and in his heart he blessed the true wo man who said it. After supper they sat down on the little porch in front of the cabin to talk of plans for future work. It was just at sunset, and as Ruth sat placid ly looking at the view in front of her —which, after her, was a fine one. taking in a glimpse of the blue Pacific, and a back ground of purple moun tains—she began to lose that under tone of home sickness which had so marred hor home coming. She thought how beautiful a home might really be under the shadow of the lifted peaks, and she resolved with John’s help, she would make hers one to be proud of. As if in answer to her thought John went into the house and returned in a moment laden with two parcels which he dropped in her lap. ••Thera Ruth. ” he said, “you can’t guess what these ara can you?" ■•I am afraid not" Ruth said, eye ing the mysterious looking packages wonderingly. “Well you know, the house isn't very beautiful yet” John said, his good face fairly shining with the lit tle secret he had in store for her; ■ but I guess you'll find something in each of those parcels that will help you to boautify it.” * What could he mean? Ruth took up the lighter • but larger one first. To her surprise it was full of garden seeds; small packages of every kind, almost she could think of. •■Well how lovely!’ she said. "Now we shall raise all the vegeta bles we need, and our garden will rival dear mother's at home. ” "Yea” John replied, ‘and go ahead of it; for California beats the world for flowers and your garden will be just as lovely in winter as in summer. There are twenty varieties of roses alone among that collection of seeds." "Isn’t it wonderful to think of?" cried Ruth, as delighted as a child with her treasurea "And what can be in here?" she continued, as she opened the second parcel. "Wonders will never cease!" she exclaimed the next momont as she poured a whole bag of silver Into her lap. "And what is this for?’’ •To buy your parlor furniture. ” he replied, laughing at her amazement "Well, if you aren’t the best Joliu in the whole country, ” Ruth said, almost laughing and crying in the. sajne breath. How could she ever be homesick again? And that night instead of crying herself to sleep, as she thought that afternoon to do. she lay awake from very joy, thinking of the pretty things she could buy and make for the cabin, and imagining how picturesque it would look covered with Lady Banks roses, and how sweet the violet beds would look in the spring time. And so the very next day she set the hired man to work laying off a garden, and all that week and the next she spent her spare time in dig ging and hoeing and spading. The following week John took her to the nearest town, and she selected the various articles sne desired for the house. She managed to furnish it quite comfortably, and under her deft fingers all things began to bear a home-like air. When the next spring lengthened into summor, and her sweet face began to wear a tired look he did not like to see. he came to her one evening, say ing gravely— • "Ruth, pack your trunk to-night To-morrow I want to take you with me to San IJoigo Important business calls me there and you and Ruthie both need a change." ••but now can you leave the ranch,” ltuth asked. • 'just now, when you are most neodedP” ' Oh. ltodly will take charge of the placo, and the men will work for him as well ns for me.” If Huth had noticed lilm just then very carefully she might have scon a twinkle in hi* eyes that would have made her suspicious as to this "busi ness trip” to San Diego; but like a dutiful wife sho packed up and asked no foolish questions. When they reuohod San,Diego, much to her surprise, her husband did not go to an hotel. He gave the coach man some directions, and they were driven to a charming looking house in the suburbs. "Why. I didn’t know you had frlonds here'" "Oli. ye*" said John,. "I have a number of them. This la the home of the best friend lhave in the world." "Why!” John nearly took her breath away. Sho thought of her shabby traveling dress and Kuthle's shabbier cloak with dismay, but she made up her mind to make the best of it for John's sake any way. A lady could always be a lady, no matter how she was dressed. A neat servant opened the door and ushered them into a handsome recep tion room. The house was beautiful inside, and everything was new and of tho latest fashion. Kuin sunk into a finely upholstered easy chair with a feeling of momen tary content. For a moment she almost wished she might be the possessor of such a homo, and then she put aside the envious wish. ' 'Make yourself at home, dear, ” John said, "while I seek the mastor of the house, lie is probably in his study. I will return when 1 have spoken with him privately. I know he will be delighted to know you are hero and will welcome you." "How strange John never told me of this friend of his," Kuth said to herself, as she amused herself looking at the handsome engravings on the table near her. l’resently he returned, but not, as she expected, with the master of the house, of whom she was feeling a little in awe. ••Where is he?” she asked. -Here!" "Hero! Why, John have you lost your mind? There is no one with yoa You and 1 are alone." She be gan to look frightened. What if John had really lost his senses? He had certainly acted very queerly about his San Diego trip. To her further amazoment he burst into a loud laugh, and taking his stand in the middle of the room, said, with a polite bow— • Dear Mrs. Delano, allow mo to in troduce to you tho master of this house, John Delano, Esq., your hum ble servant 1 am monarch of all I survey." “John you are surely going mad and I with yoa For mercy’s sake." she entreated, "toll me what you mean." ■ -I will tell you what I mean, little wife," he said. "1 moan that I came to San Diego last year during the land excitement wont Into the real estate businesa and cleared a small fortune. This is your home and all that is in it belongs to Ruth and John Delano. The ranch and the log cabin were simply a trial of your love. I wanted to find out what kind of stuff my wife was made of.” "And did you find out?" she asked of him. woman like, not knowing whether to laugh or cry over this great joy. “Indeed I did. She was weighed In the balance and not tound wanting. I know now that her love was strong enough to brave all trials for ma Henceforth she shall be queen of my prosperity." "It was a very pretty little drama you chose to have me take the princi pal partin,” she said; but I forgive yoa and I am sat'sfied if you are.” "Completely,” he answered, with a lover's kiss. “Do you know, dear, John," she whispered that night as she held Ruthie up for her father's good night kiss, "that I doubt if 1 can ever be as happy anywhere us I was in that lit tle log cabin of oura in spite of all the hard work I did. Love never seemed before such a sweet compen sation for all of life’s trials." "Well if that isn’t just like a woman!" laughed her husband. Ruth only smiled and held her peace. She knew that he would ever hold their log cabin days in swoetand sacred remembrance. —Saturday Even ing Post Was Shylock a Jew. Kabbi Hlrsch of Chicago lectured in Washington before the United Hebrew Charity association on Shakespeare's Shylock. He said his tory showed that Shylock was not a Jew, but that it was the debtor who was. and he continued: ‘it is evi dent that Shakespeare never met a Jew." There is no way of knowing whether or not Shakespeare ever met a Jew. But a study of "The Mer chant ot Venice” will bear out the statement that though he greatly ex aggerated Jowish character it was not because he shared the feeling of hatred common at that day for Jews. Klso why did he impart to Jessica her lovely character? Shylock’s demand for tho pound of llesli was not nover was. a Jowish custom. Shakespeare got tho idea from an old Homan law, which gave a creditor the right over his debtor's life and property. Did he desire the creditor could cut a piece of flesh from the debtor’s body, but to cut more or less than his exact share meant the forfeiture of his rights. This custom had been extinct centu ries before Shakespeare was born, and to reanimate it and tack .it to shylock was done without other authority than that granted to poets. —Chicago Mail, m HOW GRANDPA PROPOSED. •‘Toll you how grandpa proposed ( Dour ino!" And grandma noddod hor silvery head, (Her hair was like gold In the days that wore old, Hut. the years had brought silver Intead). "How your grandpa proposed! Door mo! Well, It happened tho eve before Christ mas, you sou, (How grandma’s dark eyes shoue!) And this tiny gold heart, and this tiny gold key Your grandpa brought them nudgavo them to mo. '1 have brought you my heart. Will you keen it ;' said ho; •It will open to you, dear, alone.' And when in the heart I had fitted tho key (Wlmt a (lush on tho doar old face!) I found that the space—Just a largo enough place— Hold tho tiniest picture of mo! •Will you live In my heart forovert’ said ho. And that's how your grandpa proposod, dear, to mo. And you think it ‘as swoot as It ever could bo?’ Well—1 thought so, myself!” said she. —Philadelphia Coll. VETERANS RECONCILED. It was nearly noon at a Western fort with a -mixed garrison" and the morning drill and reading of the mail having born safoly gone through with, everybody was waiting for something to break tho everlasting monotony. Lleutonunt Tony liucker came out of tho rookery known as tho bachelors' quarters and started jauntily down tho oflicors’ lino, bearing in his hund a kite constructed on the most ap proved plan as remembored by him, and in building which he had awak ened many fond memories of "klto tlma ” to which, as a boy, he had looked forwurd with happy anticipa tion each year. He was immediately surrounded by tho abundant supply of small boys from thooflicers’ quarters, all of whom wero anxious for tho kite. Ho picked out young Arthur, bocauso tho boy was so fond of Bport, and never cried whon thrown from his pony, but young Smart, of the cavalry, loung ing on the bachelors’ piazza, stirrod up "Mr.” Dawdle of tho infantry, by remarking; "You will got left, Plobo, for there goes Toney bootlicking that boy again, and ho is sure of an invi tation to tea, and you know what that means." That boy" was tho oaptain’s son. and the captain's wife had a young lady sister visiting hor, whom Toney had already escorted for a rido on a troop horse, much to the disgust of Mr. Dawdle, who recelvod a swoet good-bye from the young lady, but was furious at tho parting shot of "So long. Doughboy,” from Tonoy. But this is nil by-play to tho Icito story. Toney took out of his pockot a ball of cord, borrowed from the commissary sergeant for the occa sion. and straightened out the kite tail, made of old yollow stripes cut from scouting trousers. Everything being ready, ho called out; -'Hold hor, my son, and I will run her up for you and then she is yours." Tonoy started in quarter-race time, encouraged by frantic yells from the boys; but alas, just as Arthur’s young aunt was merrily applauding from the piazza, the kite commenced to duck in the most cowardly way. and tho faster Toney ran the more it ducked. "Sumpen's the matter," said Ar thur. - ■ ’Tain't got the right sort o' toil," said another; -iio a rock to her," and many similar pieces of advlco came from all the boys at once. By this time the piazzas were filled with spectators, and the men waiting for mess-call sallied out on tho bar rack porches to seo the fun, when old Major Stuffy startod toward the boys with that important air which he thought becoming to - one of tho ,old. be gad, dragoons, before the war, sir!” •‘I say, Toney, you want to shorten up tho centre bridle and make her stand on tho wind like this, ” said the old major, taking hold of the kite. Toney, who was puzzling his mind as to where he could get more kite tall without tearing up his only extra pair of sheets, looked up and re marked: ••Well, old man. what do you know about kites, anyway!'” Now Major Stuffy had always been very partial to Toney, and showed it by constantly joking with li m. while swelling with ill-fitting d gnity in his intercourse w th ail the subalterna The old gentleman’s nerves had been a little shaken for a few days because the infantry colonol and brevet ma.or general commanding the post— "one of those demned volunteers, you know” had added insult to injury by sending him an order not to drivo any more government horses in his private conveyance. Tonoy's light and airy remark upset tho major completely, and he was on the point of venting his rage on him. when who of all others should come strolling out but the com manding officer him-elf. He who had won his stars for bravery and con spicuous services from Perryvillo to Kesaca certainly ought to know all about kites. Tho excitement on the parade was too much for th<^(»ld gen tleman, and. dismissing his orderly to dinner, he raised his sun-umbrella, and remarked to his excellent spouse: "I will go and show them how to put up a kite.” Tho vory idea seemed to make him young again, and he threw out his chest and squared his shoul ders as if ho wore going to take a new lease of life. He joined the group around the kite and Major Stuffy braced himself pompously and saluted with an air which plainly said: "I’ll stand me ground, be gad. sir!” ••How do you do. Mr. Rucker?'1 Bald the general blandly: "I see that your kite don’t work right’ and-" "It will be all right in a moment, sir; I have sent to the troop tailor for more tail." "But, Mr. Rucker, when I was a boy (he retires for old age next year) wo never made long tails; you just split the pieces you have and tie some knots in them. Thon shorten the bridle and make her stand so-■” ''just whnt I told him, general,” said tho nm, or. cngorly. ' and he in- >i suited mo. sir! yo >, sir, this young fol- ^ low that Inis not been In tho service ton yearn, sir! asked me what did I ' •, s. know about kites sir!" • No.v, Major Stuffy had been avoid ing tbe general uvor slnoo ho had re ceived tho cotnmunlontlon about the horses, and hud evon duclinod invita tions to several garrison affairs /or , ^ fear of mooting him, but ho was great ly soothed when the gonoral turned and said: "Why, major, 1 am astonished, sir! Mr. Kucker. what do you moan, sir. by speaking to Major Stuffy in this way sir! an old and vnluod offleor of your own regiment, too, sirl I will \i'M not allow such things in my garrison. ■' sir!" ^ "Hut, general I did not Intend to hurt the major's feelings. I guoss I don’t know much unout kites anyway, boys, so you tuko it out behind the barracks aud My it to suit yourselves,” said Toney, in a hopoloss kind of way. "It will not go up unloss you change tho bridla. us suggested by the ran- , | jor, ” said tho general. Jv "And split the tail and knot it, as * tho general explained, boys ” said tho major. - ionoy loft the two old veterans, and as ho onto rod tho bucholors’quartera he was muttering maledictions on tho ••old duffors,” who had spoiled all his plans. The sudden disappearance of Toney and the boys left the two old gentle men alone on tho parade, and the wholo garrison was enjoying tholr dl lomma. Tho general hemmed and hawed a moment- and said: "By the way, major, about the horse order; you know those young lieutenants have an Idea that they can uso ambulances and government ani mals whenever they choose, and I am determined to teaah them a losson; of course I did not Intend tho order to hold In your case; somo consideration must bo shown to long and valuable sorvioo, sir, and I want you to under stand this matter.” Major Stuffy extended his hand warmly to tho general, and said: • 1 am glad you montloned It gener al; but, of courso I understood tho matter perfectly. Those young snips aro too presumptuous anyway, und think they are entitled to all tho con sideration due old officers. ” One of those * young snips” was struggling to pay up the bills con tracted when his daughter was mar ried; and nnothor was Incessantly on gaged in short division in tho effort to provide for the wants of his four boys. The two veterans strolled away to gether In the direction of the club room. followed by several officers from the row. who were interested In tho reconciliation. As the major throw open the door and followed the gen eral In. he smllod benlgnantly on the old habitues, and said: "Come, gentle men. join us in a bottle of wine. ” Of courso the Invitation was accepted, for Blnce the major had quit going on little "frolic* ” as he called them in deference to tho temperance ideas of the young snips, all recognized this as some special occasion. Tho major busied himself seeing that ••'Tubs" neglected no one, and talked in the most amiable way about the magnifi cent weather and tho fine post the goneral had built up. ••This reminds mo of old days in Texas gentlemen, when the dragoons -’’ he was saying, when his Loyal Legion button fell off and rolled into a convenient knot-hole under the bil liard-table. Before he rooovered from his efforts to secure the rolling button, the goneral. with the air of Sir Koger de Coverly, removed his own littlo emblem and said; "Major, let me present you with this as a memento of this most pleas ant occasion. ’’ wnue tne major was still overcome by this graceful move, the general >| wished them all a pleasant time and )M escaped to his quarters. The nows | spread around that the major was having a birthday, and even Toney -,il Rucker put away his wrath when the orderly came to ask his presence at the club-room. • Tubs” was kept busy during the afternoon attending to the spiritual needs of the ever increasing party, for with each new arrival the major would say: ‘What a fine gentleman the general is; it was the neatest thing you ever saw, sir! Why, he actually took this button from his own breast and presented It to me, by gad, sir! and we will drink to hiB health, gentlemen." That evening, as the major and Toney arm-in-arm wended their winey way to their quarters, they passed young Dawdle on the walk with the captain’s wife's sister, making hay while the field was clear. The garri son wore a genial smile for several days over the episode in their livea and even the old repeators in the guard-house actually stopped hauling cord-wood long enough to let the cart mule have a horso laugh.—W. H. Carter, in the Argonaut Making Silk By Machinery. A genius in Syria named Mousa Rhouri has discovered the secret by which the silk worm makes silk. He can make the silk by machinery, with out the aid of the silk worm. In this way the cost of making silk can be re duced one-half. A manufactory is to be started in Georgia soon by a Syrian colony. To manufacture silk in this way a large tract of land has been se cured on which to plant mulberries, and the emigrants expect soon to make their fortunes. Likely n Kill lor a Hundred Dollars. Dimling (looking up from the news paper)—When mendacious reporters concoct stories they ought at least to make them somewhat probable. Totllng—Well? Dimling—Hero’s a praagraph which says that a poet in Omaha has been poisoned by handling a one-hundred dollar bill. A poet, mind you!— Jester.