The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965, July 04, 1895, Image 8

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    LUCKY THIRTEEN.
WO bright, laugh
ing girls bent their
curly heads to
gether over a table
Jittered with writ
ing material.
"There," said
Jeannle, throwing
down her pen and j
waving a sheet of
puper with a tri
umphant flourish,
"that list Is lin
Ished at last, thanks hi- to goodness!
And It's just perfect; you see If It Isn't
just twelve names."
Jeannle licked the Ink olt her finger—
a schoolgirl habit she had never been
nble to conquer—and shoved the paper
over for her friend's closer inspection,
who exclaimed In surprise:
"Why, Jeannle, you've left out Tom
Cunningham's name!”
"Well' suppose I huve?" replied Jean
nle.
"I didn't think," said Meta, slowly,
"that you would give a party without
Inviting Tom Cunningham.”
“Oh, bother Tom!" retorted Jeannle,
with a scornful toss of her pretty head
and a deepening pink color In her
cheeks. “I uln't going to Invite him. I
wouldn't have the number thirteen at
my birthday party for anything in the
world."
"Well, you can leave somebody else
out," suggested Meta.
"Oh. It Isn't that.”
"What has he done lately to Incur
your displeasure? You don't seem as
cordial to him as you used to be.”
''The reason Is Just this,” said Jean
nle, decidedly, "he has moved to a new
boarding house and the number of It Is
that dreadful unlucky thirteen.”
Meta burst Into a fit of merry laugh
ter.
"Of all the silly girls that ever were
heard of you are the silliest, Jeannle
Gray! If I were you I'd Just Invite him
and break the superstition.”
"I couldn't do It,” returned Jeannle.
"I have a perfect horror of number
thirteen, and, you know, Meta, this Is
my first real dinner party. I have been
looking forward to It for years, for
mamma always told me that I could
give a dinner party on my seventeenth
birthday, and wind up with a dance In
the evening, and anything that even
suggested thirteen would spoil all my
pleasure."
What did you do on your thirteenth
birthday"? Inquired Meta.
"Oh!" gasped Jeannle. "It happened
on a Friday, too! I had a big birthday
party, but I didn’t think anything about
It till It was all over."
"And what dreadful misfortune hap
pened to you?”
"Nothing at all,” said Jeannle, feebly.
"And didn't you enjoy yourself?"
"to toll the truth, I never had such a
good time in my life, but I was young
and giddy then.”
"And according to that," argued
Meta, "the Ill-luck accompanying thir
teen exists only In your mature Im
agination."
“Well, so long as I think It," persisted
Jeannle, "It would make me unhappy,
and I can't help It.”
"I have found thinking a very bad
habit,” said Meta, "unless I thought
right, and you know sometimes we do
that kind of thing; that Is, we think
we are right. Now, you don't mean to
say you are going to throw over such
a nice, good fellow as Tom Cunningham
for a silly superstition. And you know
well enough you won’t enjoy yourself
a bit If he Isn’t around somewhere.”
"Oh, won’t I, Indeed?" retorted Jean
nle, with a vain attempt at defiance.
"He needn’t be too sure of himself.”
"Oh, Tom Is not likely to show up
Where he Is not wanted,” said Meta,
"and it would be only natural If he
felt himself slighted.
"In don’t see what reason he has to
expect that I should Invite him to my
dinner party.”
“It seems to me he has every reason
to expect it; you have always shown a
I And Meta continued her writing aft
I or marking the tears In .Tcannie's eyes.
When her work wns finished she arose
from her chair.
"These are all finished now,” she said,
taking up her wrap which she had re
moved on entering. "Do you wish me to
post them for you?"
"If you will," replied Jeannle, trying
to look bright and guy. "And now that
the Invitations are out I can think
about my dress and other fineries.”
"I suppose you will wear pale blue?”
said Meta, touching a sore point.
“I don’t believe I will,” said Jeannle.
evasively. "I wore blue at the—the last
purty I was at. you know."
This explantton wns rather lame, nnd
she knew It, for Tom loved blue, conse
quently for the past six months Jeannle
had sported every imaginable shade and
color of blue.
"Oh!" said Meta. "Well, good-bye, I
must be oft." And she gathered up the
letters and took her departure.
Jeannle arranged the dinner table
herself. All the decorations were blue
and white. A broad band of blue satin
edged with white lace ran down the cen
ter of the table. A blue and white china
Jar occupied the center. It was tilled
with blue and white flowers, and a
bunch of blue and white violets tied
with blue ribbon was placed at the plate
of each guest, and Jeannle could not
prevent a great lump from bobbing up
In her throat as she laid the dantlest
bouquet at the place that should have
been Tom’s.
Then she ran upstairs to dress her
self, but when she saw a dream of blue
loveliness spread out on the bed she
Just nestled her face in Its gauzy folds
and sobbed out: “Oh, Tom!” and sat
down and had a good cry.
"What an Idiot I am!" she said to her
self when she wiped her eyes, "to turn
my nose red and my eyes like two burnt
holes In a blanket, all for nothing; for
why should I care if he Isn’t here?”
So she put on her gayest smile and
went down to receive her guests, a
study In blue both inwardly and out
wardly.
The dinner wasn't half as nice as she
had expected, although everything was
very brilliant except the guests, and
she thought them stupid; the man be
side her bored the life out of her. And
she was glad when It was over and
they all adjourned to the large parlors,
where tea was served and the musi
cians struck up some lively air, which
soon set a few of the younger couples
to waltzing.
Jeannle had to confess that her pa
rents had spared no pains to make her
birthday party a success.
“If only Tom were here,” she kept
whispering to herself, “I would be su
premely happy. And, If I wasn't
ashamed to add Insult to Injury I would
send and aBk him to come even now."
Just then her mother's voice, behind
her, said:
"I think we have lamps enough;
there are thirteen In this room.”
“Qlad of It,” spoke up her father.
“There's luck in odd numbers. Hello,
Tom! better late than never. I was
wondering why you didn't show up be
fore this."
“Sorry to be late, sir,” answered
Tom’s voice; "but a business matter
that I couldn’t help kept me till too late
for dinner and too late to send a mes
sage. Good evening, Miss Jeannle!” as
she turned a radiant face toward him.
“Many happy returns of the day. I
have my apologies to make for not fill
ing my place at dinner, according to
your kind Invitation, but it was impos
sible, I assure you. I hope you were able
to fill my place at the last moment?”
“We filled your chair,” said Jeannle,
In a flutter of shy delight.
"Thank you,” he murmured In her
ear. “I am glad to know you, at least,
cannot easily provide a substitute for
my unworthy Belf.”
"Don't say that,” pleaded she.
“I won’t,” he answered softly. "If you
think me worthy will you be my part
ner In this waits?”
“With pleasure," she responded, giv
ing him her sweetest smile.
“And ever after?” he whispered.
“Yes.”
When their entrancing waits was end
led he left her In the flowery recess of a
bay window while he went to fetch her
some cream.
Just then Meta rustled to her.
“Oh, Meta,” cried Jeannle, "he’s
come!”
“Of course he'B come,” echoed Meta,
"when you Invited him.”
“I didn't Invite him,” but I don’t care
now so long as he Is here.”
"You did Invite him," replied Meta,
“for you gave me thirteen notes to ad
dress, and his was the thirteenth.”
"I thought I had left his out.”
"Well, how do you feel about It?”
"Very happy," answered Jeannle,
with shining eyes, "for, oh, Meta, let
me whisper, I have accepted Number
Thirteen, the luckiest number In all
the world for me.”
“Ahem!” said Meta.
AN ELECTRIC SWINDLE.
Hla Hat Poison Is Sngar; a Battery
Kills the Bodents.
Enormous business has been done
lately at French fairs by a man who
professed to sell a rat powder that was
perfectly harmless to human beings
but which struck rats dead on the spot
In order to convince the sceptical, the
man first of all powdered a slice of
bread with the stuff and ate a piece of
it himself. Then he put the remalndei
under a glass case In which a rat was
kept In activity. The rat went to eal
the bread and Instantly fell dead. At
five pence a box the powder went off like
hot rolls, and the lucky proprietor of
the specific was In a fair way to make
a fortune. But the police, who lr
France are very active In protecting the
people from fraud, looked into the mat
ter and found that the powder was
nothing but ordinary sugar. They alsc
discovered that the case was connected
with a powerful electric battery, and
that the moment the rat touched the
bread the current was turned on, and
It was thus his death was brought
about. The man was arrested at the fair
of Albi.
An Annoyance of Travel In India.
Travelers In India, especially If they
are afraid of burglars, find great an
noyance in the doors of hotel apart
ments. They are sometimes so swelled
that they will not shut, and at othei
I times so shrunken that the lock Is use
i less. In dry weather they shrink and
1 they swell in damp seasons.
*
HYPNOTISM ON SHIPBOARD
f>ooan Travel Will Be fnl When
Farh Ship Has a IlypnotUt.
"Hypnotism,” remarked the drummer
to the hotel clerk, “Is a great 3nap.”
"So Is a turtle,” responded the clerk.
"Hut there Is lots In It," added the
drummer.
"In what—the turtle?"
"Aw. let up.” commented the drum
mer. "Hypnotism has solved the rid
dle for me, and I'm going to Europe
next year.”
"What has It done? Dropped a cou
ple of thou. Into your inside pocket?”
“Of course not. You know I have
never gone because I couldn’t stand
the seasickness.”
"That’s what you always said.”
"That was the reason, too; but yes
terday I met a friend who has been
over there for a couple of years, just
because he was afraid to come back
again.”
"Couldn’t he compromise with his
creditors?” Interrupted the clerk.
"As I was saying," continued the
drummer, regardless of the interrup
tion, "he was so shaken up on the trip
over that he was afraid to come back,
and he might have died on foreign soil,
If he hadn’t run across a distinguished
hypnotist In Paris who was coming to
America, and the Frenchman suggested
that he make an experiment on him
he had only been anxious to make, to
wit, continuing a sensitive In the
hypnotic condition for an Indefinite
period. My friend proved to be a good
subject, and after a few experiments
ashore they went aboard ship, the
hypnotist put him under the influence,
that Is, by suggestion, as they say, sim
ply telling him every morning he
wouldn’t be sick, and he came across
as smooth as you please, and never was
sick for a moment. The captain of the
ship was so pleased with the experi
ment that he secured the services of
a hynotlst to go with the ship regularly,
and I’m going to Europe on that ship
In May, .and I won’t be the only one,
either. It’s going to boom ocean travel,
and I'll tell you how It feels when I
come back.”
The clerk gave a long, low whistle of
doubt, and sent a pitcher of ice water
to room 13.
THE LITTLE GIRL QUEEN
WUhelmlnn of Holland Has Tantrnma
Like Other Voonf Ones.
A pretty little story about Wllhel
mlna, the girl queen of Holland, has
Just found its way into the Dutch pa
pers. The queen is at present only four
teen years of age, and she is credited
with even a larger measure of caprice
and precocity than is usually granted
to less exalted young ladies at that in
teresting period of life. Her mother,
the queen regent, therefore, thinks it
well at times to deal somewhat severe
ly with Wilhelmina’s little ways. Late
ly the young queen, desiring to speak
to her mother, knocked—not, perhaps,
in the most dignified fashion—at the
door of the room in which the queen
regent was engaged. .
■'Who is there?"
“It is the Queen of Holland!" (im
periously).
"Then she must not enter” (peremp
torily).
At this rebuff the little queen sudden
ly changed her tactics, and, softening
her tones, said winningly: "Mamma, it
is your own little daughter that loves
you and would like to kiss you.”
“You may come in.” And so Wilhel
mlna wins her way into the heart of
the most phlegmatic of Dutchmen.
CHINESE SAY WISE THINGS.
Their Maxims Are First-Rate, Though
They Can’t Fight.
The following are familiar specimens
of Chinese proverbs. The English ver
sion is given also in-each instance:
“To cut off a hen’s head with a bat
tle ax.” (Much ado about nothing.)
"It thunders loudly, but little rain
falls.” (Much cry and little wooL)
"A thousand chiefs a thousand
plans.” (Too many cooks spoil the
broth).
“There's a time to flsh and a time
to dry nets.” (There's a time for all
things).
“One strand of silk doesn’t make a
thread." (One swallow doesn’t make
a summer.)
“If you don’t enter the tiger’s den
you cannot obtain her young.” (Noth
ing venture, nothing win).
“The court is like a ship at sea—
everything depends on the wind.” (Put
not your trust In princes.)
Speaking Nonsense of the Dead.
“Probably more nonsense Is written
concerning deceased persons than upon
any other subject," observes the New
York Christian Advocate (Meth.). "We
read accounts of the ‘most useful,’ ‘dis
tinguished,’ ‘honored,’ and ‘beloved’ cit
izens, whom we know to have been
financially dishonest, unkind to their
families, or Intemperate; and yet the
papers speak of them as models. But
the most striking illustration recently
appearing is this: ‘She was of a nerv
ous temperament anil was easily moved
to anger, but she was also of a forgiv
ing spirit, and frequently retracted a
hasty remark.’ This reminds us of an"
English drama that represents some ■
military man as having shot a barmaid,
and satirically adds that the noble fel
low went down the next morning to see
her, and expressed a willingness to
overlook the whole matter. ‘Speak noth
ing but good of the dead,’ is a safe
maxim, but it does not require the at
tributing to them of qualities that the
whole community knows he or she did
not possess. One of our ministers—who
was afterward expelled for immorality
—preaching at the funeral of a man of
the most disreputable character, a com
mon drunkard, a miser, and profane,
delivered his usual closing exhortation
and called upon us ‘so to live as to be
prepared to meet the old gentleman in
another world.’—something that every
one in the house, Including his own fam
ily, hoped to avoid.”
Was He Great f
A curious detail of Napoleon Bona
parte's costume was the religious care
with which he kept round his neck the
little leather envelope, shaped like a
heart, which contained poison which
was to liberate him in case of irretriev
able reverses of fortune. This poison
was prepared after a recipe that Ca
banis had given to Corvisart, and aft
er the year 1808 the emperor never un
dertook a campaign without having his
little packet of poison.
ABOUT PATENTED ARTICLES.
The Mistake of Charging Fancy Pries*
for New ideas.
A new article of domestic hardware
has been put on the market which is a
staple in all families and competes with
a similar utensil which is sold for 15 and
20 cents, says the Engineer. The price
of the new article is $1. Before it can
be in demand and generally adopted
to the displacement of the old utensil,
a great deal of work will have to be
done, which is very much hampered
by the prohibitory price put upon the
new goods. The number of persons who
will be willing to pay the price of four
or five of the old style goods for one
of the new style will not be large, we
think, and a wiser policy would have
fixed a lower price. This leads us to say
that every year there are large num
bers of similar articles put on the mar
ket, which would have a larger sale If
they were sold at mercantile prices. By
this we mean a consideration of the
first cost of the goods when ready for
delivery to jobbers, the Jobbers’ profit
and the retailers' as well added, for
these things are considered by buyers,
both wholesale and retail, before there
week we went into a store where a fil
ter was for sale. Upon asking the price
of one of half a gallon capacity, we were
Informed that it was $20. It was a plain
casting with no fittings or fixtures and
with some porus material Inside of It of
no particular money value. The cast
ings may have cost 50 cents, and an
outside figure for the cost of the uten
sil would be $1, yet $20 was the price
to the buyer. We demurred at the
price and gave the same reasons for so
doing that are given above, but the sell
er’s argument in favor of the high price
was that it would filter some fabulous
number of gallons of water per day.
This had no connection whatever with
the cost of the goods; a frying-pan will
turn out 500 pounds of cooked material
a day and a 25-cent faucet will permit
thousands of gallons of water to pass
through it daily. These are the func
tions of the articles sold; they are ex
pected to be efficient, but there is no
reason in this fact for adding 2,000 per
cent to the cost of them. The fact
that articles are patented leads many
persons to feel that the public expect
to pay stiff prices for such things, but
we believe this to be erroneous. Now
adays those who have money to* spend
consider prices very carefully, and If
they are unreasonable they simply go
without the goods.
REMEMBERED IT IN TIME.
If Peter Daly Had Hhot He Would Have
Been Oath-Bound to Eat Snake*.
Peter Daley, St. Bernard’s “own”
councilman, tells the snake story of the
season. Here It Is, In Peter’s own pleas
ing style, according to the Pittsburg
Chronicle.
“Well, you know Mike Scott and I
started out yesterday to shoot ducks.
There were several more of the boys
with us, but we had the guns. Say,
Scotty’s no slouch of a shot, I tell you.
He can give Billy Case cards and
spades. Well, we didn't see a blamed
thing to shoot, although we . went all
around the ice ponds. It began to
grow monotonous, and I swore that I
would eat the first thing that I shot.
Not five minutes later, as we were
walking along Bloody run, one of the
fellows called to me and said: ’Come
here, Pete, and see the bunch of snakes.’
I hurried over to where he was, and
there, sure enough, was a round mass
of wriggling, squirming snakes. At dif
ferent points around the ball a head an .
a forked tongue could be seen sticking
out. One of the boys said: ‘Shoot Into
them, Pete,’ and I raised my gun and
was just pressing the trigger when I
happened to think about by oath. “Well,
I couldn't eat snakes, and I had to put
down my gun. The boys all gave me
the laugh, and then Scotty pulled lip
and let #oth barrels go right into the
bunch. Well, you ought to have seen
the sight. He killed every blamed one
of them, and there must have been at
least twenty-five. MoBt of them were
shot to pieces, but we counted seven
that had been left whole. They would
measure about two feet and a half each.
Well, good night, fellows; I'm going out
after ducks again in the morning and
want to get to bed early. So long.”
And the genial Peter took his de
parture, leaving his hearers to cogitate
upon the tale he had unfolded. ,
IS BILL COOK COMMONPLACE?
Study of a Famous Outlaw by a Prison
Superintendent.
Superintendent McIntyre of the Al
bany County penitentiary has been ob
serving BUI Cook, the young and much
advertised outlaw from the west, and
Is not much Impressed with him, writes
an Albany correspondent of the New
York Sun. He says that he has just
put Cook on a shirt machine and he is
busy cutting out wristbands. He finds
Cook to be nervously eager to conform
to all the rules and earn as much com
mutation as possible by good behavior.
As for any latent wickedness, the sup
erintendent says It is not in him. He
Is merely a very ordinary youth, stolid
even to the verge of stupidity, whose
achievements have been largely in the
imaginations of the Indian .Territory
marshals and western newspaper writ
ers, who have pictured him In places he
never visited doing deeds he had no
nerve to perform. Superintendent Mc
Intyre says there is nothing of the hero
or the viUain about Bill Cook. He is a
very commonplace criminal. There are
others In the batch of western boarders
whom he will watch closer.
A Dainty Boom.
In a pretty country house lately fur
nished for a bride one of the sleeping
rooms is all in white and violet with
touches of gold. The wall paper has a
white ground strewn with bunches of
purple violets connected by delicate
gilt festoons. The rug Is of a mossy
green with a purplish shadow. The
woodwork is enameled white, the furn
iture is of white enamel with brass or
naments, the bedstead is of brass, and
the window curtains, bed cover, bolster,
and little spreads and covers of white
organdy covered with' purple violets
and green leaves. Yet the organdy
washes without fading, as everything
in so dainty a room always should un
less the owner is a millionaire, and even
then one would probably take more
pleasure in living in it if sure that It
could renew its beauty by contact with
sun and soap water, which always
seems so much cleaner a way of being
clean than dry scouring. . 1
ROMANCE OF A RESTAURANT.
Marriage of "Appetite Bill,” a Gotham
Celebrity, to a Pretty Waitress.
Miss Mamie Hammill and William
Fream were married in St. Peter’s R. C.
church, Brooklyn, on Wednesday even
ing, says New York Recorder. The
bridegroom, who is engaged daily in the
pleasing pastime of opening oysters in
a Fulton street restaurant, is known by
his immediate friends as “Appetite
Bill,” while the charming bride, when
on duty in the same place, was known
as "No. 11.” William was engaged in a
sort of a wrestling match with a par
ticularly obstreperous bivalve one
morning a few months ago when the
sweet voice of “No. 11” fell on his ear,
as she gently murmured: “Brown the
wheat for No. 11, and draw one in a
shell.” Her voice was like unto music
to William, and he determined to make
the acquaintance of the fair owner.
This was soon accomplished, and the
two became fast friends. Friendship
eventually ripened into a much
stronger feeling and they became en
gaged. The numerous good-looking,
well-dressed youths who had been wont
to congregate at Mamie’s table and bask
in the sunshine of her smiles wondered
at the change in her. They were very
carefully waited on, and treated with
great courtesy, but the clieerful smile
with which she had been in the habit of
greeting them was lacking. A few, more
daring than the rest, made desperate
love to her, but her heart remained true
to “Appetite Bill,” and the young gen
tlemen were thrown down so hard that
they decided that it was a clear case of
the “marble heart.” Meanwhile the
courtship progressed smoothly, and a
week ago Mamie confided to her fair
colaborers the news that she and Will
iam were to be married. The other
girls, of course, pretended that they
were awfully surprised, that they had
never suspected it and showered con
gratulations on Mamie. The wedding
took place, and all the girls were pres
ent with pocketfuls of rice, which they
showered on the blushing bride and
happy-looking groom. After the wed
ding a reception was held at the bride's
house in Bergen street, near Smith.
After the honeymoon William will be
found opening oysters at the old stand,
but to Mamie the Scriptural texts and
the seductive “sinkers” will be but a
sad memory. Her customers will miss
her, but what is their loss is “Appetite
Bill’s” gain.
MRS. GREELEY’S DISCIPLINE.
—
Threw Hat and Coat of Her Husband's
Guest Out of Doors.
/‘While I have the floor,” said Amos
Cummings, while In a story-telling
mood the other day, “I might as well
tell a story about Horace Greeley. I
worked with Greeley for years. He al
ways called me ‘Asa;’ never could re
member ‘Amos.’ One day I went over
to see Greeley at Chappaqua about
some newspaper business. The old
gentleman saw me coming as he stood
looking out of the window and opened
the ddor himself.
“ ‘Come In here, Asa,” he said in his
high, mealy tones, as he led me Into a
fashion of parlor.
"I followed him into the room, and as
I was only going to remain a moment
laid my hat, gloves and cane on a cen
ter table. Greeley and I had just im
mersed ourselves in a talk when Mrs.
Greeley swept into the room. Now,
Mrs. Greeley was what one might call
a spirited woman. The moment she
entered the door her eyes fell Indig
nantly on my trousseau as I’d piled It
up—hat, gloves and stick—oh' the table.
Without a word, and before I could
speak to her, she swooped on the outfit
like a fishhawk, and the next moment
threw them out of the window.
“Then she left the room, without
pausing for speech, as one who had
taught somebody that the hall was the
place for hats and canes and similar
bric-a-brac. I was Inclined to get a
trifle hot; a man naturally might who
sees his hat pounced upon and cast Into
the shrubbery. But before I could get
up or say a word Greeley stretched out
his h&nd in a deprecatory way and
cheered me with a remark:
“ ‘Never mind, Asa; she thought they
were mine.* '
“Afterward, however,” concluded
Cummings, “when I recalled what
Greeley's hat used to look like I had my
doubts.”
NEED EYES TO JUDGE WEIGHT
1 Blindfolded Fenton Is Deceived by
the Bulk.
M. Flournoy, of Geneva, recently de
vised a novel experiment for testing
the limits of human Intelligence. He
arranged a series of common articles of
all sizes, and requested his class to put
them In order of weight. The weight
x>f all was really exactly the same, but
only one student discovered this fact.
The majority placed a small leaden
weight first, and a large wooden basin
last. The ordinary mind, apparently,
ranges the weight of objects In inverse
proportion to their size. Only when the
eyes are shut does a true appreciation
become possible, says the Cincinnati
Gazette,showing that the sensations of
innervation, by which we should be
enabled to tell when the support of-dif
ferent objects calls forth the same ex
penditure of energy, do not piroperly
exist. -a
llorse Doctors Himself.
A striking instance of animal Instinct,
or ‘‘horse sense,” is revealed by the ac
tions of an old horse owned by Henry
Root, a prosperous farmer of Wissa
hickon. Mr. Root’s horse has been trou
bled for months with rheumatism of
the entire body, and all the treatment
of learned veterinarians failed to re
lieve the suffering animal. One day,
upon being turned into the meadow, the
horse pawed up the loose earth with his
hoof and stooped down to lick up the
earth. Almost immediately the bene
ficial effects were noticeable, and ever
since the rheumatic horse has taken his
daily dose of mud to the extent of
nearly a half peck per day. He is almost i
entirely cured.
A Clever Invention.
One of the cleverest inventions evei
patented is the machine for sticking
pins In the papers in which they are
sold. The contrivance brings up the
pins in rows, draws the paper in posi
tion, crimps it In two lines, then at a
single push passes the pins through
the paper and sets them in position.
I FOURTi
! OF JUh
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Reduced tatCS0|
apply
Between all guti(l|
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^ TO ANY
LEGAL~ADVERTis
TIMSiRCUm^H
notice for PCBueii
United States Lasdowici i
Notice is hereby given .ill
Dellnger has Bled notice oft1
make commutation proof beLS
and receiver at their otfefL
Orasiete. on ^Saturday. _
i895.on,tlmhereulffi'.h;iS«
for 1
s,aaa, a-iui MMVbHt quarter nf^o*
rS ™8J?ip No> ^“Orth, a
He names as witnesses
Knoxville. Nebraska; Lewis
ville, Nebraska; Jciep”!**
Bolter, both of WalnutOronSL
4B'6 •IOHSA.H.tK»o3
NOTICE FOR PUBLICISE
LANDOmc* atO'Sim,
Notice is hereby (riven tbst SI
named settler has Bled nofeotfj
to make fnal proof InsnpnmJl
and that said proof will KaJ
Register and Receiver at O’KtfLf
on Monday. July 8,1895. viz: L
ALFRED HILEMAN. H l\g
For the neV* section 15. townd
range 13 west. \
He names the following wjtsM
his oont’nuous residence upojl
ration of, said land, vizi M
Wilcox, and Wallace Johnson,3
county, Nebraska, Stephen Bom
kinson, Holt county, Nebraska, j
Gordon, of Ray, Holt county,
47-Cup JOHN A. HarmosJ
ORIGINAL NOTICE
Amos L, Shannon and ElizabetkL
defendants, take notice that theX
vestment Company, a corporattoif
by virtue of the laws of the$t
chusetts, plaintiff, filed a peu
district court of Holt county. I
against you and each of you. fcfi
prayer of which are to foreda
mortgage executed by Amos Li.
Elizabeth Shannon, to the Globe li
Company, upon the southern ?
section eleven, in township twenty
of range ten west of thedthr.il
county, Nebraska, given to seewi
ment of a promissory note(htf fl
24,1889, for the sum of I90U; thatthr
duo upon said note and inortwnii
$M',0 with interest thereon at tenpff
annum from February 1. ISMirrii
with interest and costs the pl»M
lor a decree that defendant! !»■
io pav the same or that hM
may be sold to satisfy the i
thereon. .
You and each of you are reqaiwdj
said petition on or before tkl
August, 1895.
Dated July 2nd. 1895.
GLOBE INVESTMENT C
By S. D. Thornton, itsSAttomj,
RUSSIAN THISTLE Mill
r> Joseph Sampson. 8. Z.WtadM
?stment Company, Ezra J. »*■
ow. Black Hills Mortgage C*
s W. Sanders, Iowa InyfetiBWtj
M. Crouse, Black Hills More
tnv, Anna M, l*. McKee. Geofjfc
llle R. Benner. George F. low
ner, Martha E. Ycarsley. ed
ited States Mortgage Co. yi
ancis C, Grable, Colonial w
ites Mortgage Co.. Georye iw
Yenrsley. Iowa InresbnientDMJ
.tie, William McDonald,
yers. Wm. B. Bader,bhermaiulj
:n06 E. Lake. EdwardI H, MJj
w, F. J. Buruett. E. C. BurraWAi
[e, Iowa Investment Co-, ir?T|
vestment Co.. Alice M.Dird, J
bert Wormald, l. 1• 1
lley Loan & Trust Co.. Ch«i#J
Moore, ColonlaT and l a
?e Company, I rank Fuller B 1
va Investment Co., tolomai
Ltes Mortgage Co., llarvey
rnett. Fred K. Burme‘» MtWJ
a, H. C. Farmen, CoIonLIt l*.
rtgage Co., Varver Unraln -WJJ
ceJLLord.S.K.Hampk«^il
va Investment Co.. H.C. rmjJJ
rrlgan,Charles Beagle. C«-j
SiB^ieJ,VTBgg
rin Wood, George Whim S-l
liter, »• • "iirLttp lobo
..J0d, George Whim WJ
J. Kuebler, Canadian; *
re and Trust Company, {j- »j
“ * * ngus, k. l. |>“ry,l(kg
rder, R. I. Angus, "Tgri
.a, E. J. Goodyear, rhog'
torn, M. J. Osborn,
■piisnith:
.Under Jhetprov^~ ^
139. an act of
the NebraskaYegislamre. J
destruction of lt'1,s® ,aJiv any wtj
hereby notified to d esj*®^,
slan thistles on the 9gel!jo»j
pled by you or In ^“[(Sssiaii
further notified t*‘*ih?“fcllo«M^
growing in and upon tnt
to-wit: i.« bilfoft
North half no ql ^8ecl;nkJ
w q sec 1; w ha:if a® 8 ,«qwj
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sec 1; sw q sw q sec. 9eqseQ»a
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half
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35; ?haaif1.e8q «i«*J ■'jn°Hoit
township range
raska. .... d(.9troy
IW to destroy
Unless you
nrltbln one
thereafter.
r‘2'3 Hoad Overseer
p.ts
ofWt
\d Pr ,^!i triib bla“ Zrtf****
Local Cru****41,
"DREAM OF LOVELINESS."
marked preference for his company,
and he has always been ready to take
yott wherever you wanted to go and
give you a lovely time. I’m sure to snub
« him how because he lives at No. 13
seethe too ridiculous for anything. Why
don't you tell him the reason? It would
be only fair.”
“He can And out the reason.” re
turned Jeannie, with willful petulancy.
“I have invited my twelve for next
week, and I am not going to have any
| \ thirteen around. So help me to address
the envelopes, like a good girl.”
:■.» "Have you all the invitations writ-'
i ■' ten?"
“I had before you came in, but I
have changed my mind about some of
them, so will write them over again.”
"Shall I address the envelopes from
this list?” asked Meta, holding the one
recently completed in her hand.
“Well, no,” answered Jeannie, hesl
' tatlngly. "I shall need that to correct
from. Here are some all ready,” she
added, taking a few daintily-folded
notes of cream-laid paper from a pile
and placing them beside Meta. "These
I Intend to go, and as I finish the oth
ers you can address them. I wish my
handwriting was as clear as yours.”
The girls worked busily and silently
for some time; only once Meta looked
a trifle perplexed as she opened one of
the notes and she asked:
> • “Did you say all of these were to
go?"
"Yes,” answered Jeannie with a little
If You Want to S»ve Money.