Ob as. H. Gere. Lincoln; Leavitt Burnham, Omaha; J M. Hiatt, Alma; E. P. Holmes, Pierce; J. T. Mallaieu, Kearney; M. J. Hull, Edgar. CONGRESSIONAL. Senators—Chas. F. Mandersou, of Omaha; W. V. Allen, of Madison. Representatives—First District, J. B Strode . Second, DH. Mercer; Third. Geo. D. Mikel John; Fourth— Halnor; Fifth, W. E. And* rows; Sixth; O. M. Kem. JUDICIARY. Chief Justice..Samuel Maxwell AssooiatM.Tr.....Judge Post andT. L.Norval FIFTEENTH JUDICIAL DISTRICT. Judge.11. P. Klnkald, of O’Neill Reporter.. J- J. King of O’Neill Judge....A. L. Bartow of Chad ran Reporter ....A. L. Warrick, of O'Neill LAND OFFICES. O’KSXLX. Register....John A. Harmon. Keoelver.Elmer Williams. ? COUNTY. Judge... -..Geo McCutcheon Clerk of the District Court. ....John Bklrvlng Deoutr..O. M. Collins Treasurer...J. P. Mullen Deputy..........SamHoward IDeDuty...Mike MoCartby i'ujpt. of Schools..W. H. Jackson C%utant.-Mrs. W. RJaokson Yoro " JSoroner.. ........Dr. Trueblood surveyor.. Attorney...,....H. B. Murphy SUPERVISORS. FIRST DISTRICT. Cleveland, Sand Creek, Dustin, Saratoga, Bock Falls and Pleasantvlew—J. D. Alfs. SECOND DISTRICT. Shields, Paddock. Scott, Steel Creek, WU lowdale and Iowa—J. Donohoe. THIRD DISTRICT. Grattan and O’NeUl—R. J. Hayes. FOURTH. DISTRICT. Swing, Verdigris andDelolt—G. H. Phelps. FirTH DISTRICT. Chambers, Conley, Lake, McClure and Inman—Geo fe Eckley. SIXTH DISTRICT. Swan. Wyoming, Fairvtew, Francis. Green Valley, Sheridan and Emmet—H. O. Wine. SEVENTH DISTRICT. Atkinson and Stuart—Frank Moore. Oil T OF Or NEILL. Supervisor, E. J. Mack; Justtoes, B. H. Benedict and 8. M. Wagers; Constables, Ed. McBride and Perkins Brooks. OOUNOnJMN—FIRST WARD. For two years.—D. H. Cronin. For one year—H. 0. MoEvony. c For RECORD WARD. For two years—Alexander Marlow. 'one year—Jake Pfund. THIRD WARD. - For two years—Charles Davis. For one year—Elmer Merrlman.» OITT OFFICERS. Mayor, O. F. Blglln; Clerk, N. Martin; Treasurer, John McHugh; City Engineer John Horrlsky; PoUce Judge, H. Kautsman; Chief of Polloe, Charlie Hall; Attorney, os. Carlou; Welghmaster, Joe Miller. GRATTAN TOWNSHIP. Jupervlsor, B. J. Hayes; Trearurer. Barney MoGreevy: Clerk, J. Sullivan; Assessor, Ben J oh ring: Justices, M. Castello and Chas. Wilcox; Constables, John Horrlsky and Ed. MoHrlde; Hoad overseer dlst. as. Allen Brown dist. No. 1, John Enright. SOLDIERS’ RELIEF C0MNIS8I0N. Uegular meeting first Monday in Febru ary of each year, and at suoh other times as la deemed necessary. Kobt. Gallagher, Page, chairman; Wm. Bowen, O’NeUl, secretary; H. H. Clark Atkinson. 8t.patrick»s catholic ohubch. Services every Sabbath at 10:80 o’clock. Very Kev. Cassidy. Poster. Sabbath school Immediately following services. _l Methodist church. Sunday services—Preaohing 10:30 A. H. and ?:W p. M. Class No. 1 0:80 A. H. Class No. 2 (Ep worth League) 6:80 P. M. Class No. 3 (Child rens) 3:00 p. li. Mind-week servioes—General prayer meeting Thursday 7:30 p. h. All will be made welcome, especially strangers. B. T. GEORGE, Pastor. £(x, \br« T A. R. POST, NO. 86. The Gen. John JT» O’NeUl Post, No. H6, Department of Ne braska G. A. H., wUl meet the first and third Saturday evening of each month In Masonic hall O'Nell] 8. J. Shii h. Com. ELKHORX TALLEY LODGE, I. O. O. P. Meets every Wednesday evening In Odd Fellows’ haU. Visiting brothers cordlaUy Invited to attend. S. Smith, N. G. O. L. Brioht, Sec. \ CNARFIELD CHAPTER, R. A. M By-- - --- Meets on first and third Thursday of each month In Masonlo hall. W. J. Dobrs Sec. J. C. Habhish, H, P K OFF.—HELMET LODGE. U. D. . Convention every Monday at 8 o’clock p. In Odd Fellows’ hall. Visiting brethern cordially Invited. T. V. Golden, C. C. M. F. McCarty. K. of K. and S. O’NEILL ENCAMPMENT NO. 80.1. O. O. F. meets every second and fourth Fridays of each month in Odd Fellows' HaU. Scribe. Ohas. Hriort. , 1J7DEN LODGE NO. 41, DAUGHTERS J OF REBEKAH, meets every 1st and 3d Friday of each month in Odd Fellows’ Hall, LD Anna Davidson. N. G. Blanche Adams, Secretary. Garfield lodge, no.8S,f.&a.m. Uegular communications Thursday nights on or before the fuU of the moon. W. J. D bs, Seo. E. H. Benedict, W. M. Holt -camp no. 1 r io. m. tv. of a. Meets on tne first and third Tuesday In eaeb month In the Masonic halL O. ¥. Biolin, V. C. D. H. Cronin, Clerk. AO, U. W. NO. 153. Meets second • and fourth Tudsday of each month In Masonic haU. O. Briqht, Bee. T. V. Golden, M. W. INDEPENDENT WORKMEN OF AMEUICAj.meet every,first and third Friday of eaeh month. Geo. McCutchan, G. M. S. M. Wagers, Seo. POSTOFFIQE OIRCETORY ' Arrival of Mails F. I. a H. V. R. R.—FROM THR HAST. Every day, Sunday included at.6:16pm FROM THR WENT. Every day, Sunday Included at.9:68 am Passenger— leaves 9:36 a.m. Arrives 9:07 p.m. JJreight—leaves 0:07 p. m. Arrives 7:00 p. m. Bally except Sunday. n'vEK.T. ivn rnvr fivi u nsisuu nnw vusiUQ«A. ’Departs Monday, Wed. and Friday at 7:00 am Arrives Tuesday, Thurs. and Sat. at..1:00pm O’KXIU. AND NIOBRARA. Departs Monday. WedrandFri. at....7:00 am I ’ Arrives Tuesday, Thurs. and Sat. at.. .4:00 p m l Arrives Mon.,Wed. and Fridays at ..UdWp m . Departs Mon., Wed. and Friday at.1:00pm PACIFIC SHORT I,INK. O’NBILL, AND CHRLSRA. O’NRILL AND PADDOCK. O'NRIU, AND OUMNINSVTLI.R. I THE LOST PARADISE' HE room had been very still tor a long while; only the even, monotonous splash of the out going tide, and now and again a rest less, unconscious movement of the dying woman In the bed, disturbed the awp-nnniA atillnAAR I v T of the night. In the big arm chair by the bed aide, In the light of'the lamp, sat a gaunt woman, angular and haggard, with thin, compressed lips, yellow skin, light eyes, and dead-straw colored hair drawn tightly back from her forehead tnd twisted in an uncompromising knot «t the nape of her neck. She had watched for many weary nights now beside the bed, but still her eyes were wide and watchful, and her attitude alert. She counted each Buttering breath of the girlish form be neath the sheet, she noted each quiver of the unconscious eyelids. The night wore on, and, with the coming of the gray dawn, a wind arose, moaning round the little house, and shaking the fastenings of the sick room window. The dying woman stirred; she moaned, then slowly opened her eyes. Great sad, bine eyes—like a child’s In trouble. She fixed them upon the watcher in the chair with a pathetic 'ook of entreaty. “Hepsibah!” The pale lips Just formed the whispered word. The gaunt woman rose hastily and bent over her. “Hepsibah—you have been very good to me-’’ A painful pause, breathing was so dif ficult. "Am I dying, now?” • The woman bending over her made no response, but tears gathered in her hard eyes, her thin lips quivered. “No, you need not tell me. I know I am. I can feel it. Hepsibah—you have been so good to me. There is something that—you—must—do—for me—when I am gone ” Hepsibah bent over. her, waiting, watching. The dying girl raised one feeble hand, pointing toward the old bureau in the corner of the room. “There—in the third drawer on the left—a packet—letters—will you bring them to me?” Hepsibah brought over to her a lit tle bundle, tied round with faded pink ribbon. The dying woman fingered it lov ingly, wistfully.. “They are Jack’s letters—my Jack, Hepsibah! For when I am gone, I trust you to burn them for me, Tom pmst never know. Poor Tom—he has been a good husband to me; but I loved Jack first—only he was so wild—I did not know that he cared for me. And— he went away in a temper—and I mar ried Tom. But when Jack came back from sea, last time, I—I found out how much he cared. It wbb terrible—and I loved him so! Then he was drowned— my poor Jack-”. A weak sob choked her broken whis pering. "Promise you will burn them, Hepsi bah, for Tom’s sake-” “Dear, I promise.” “You haye been so good to me, so patient with me. When I am gone you will be good to poor Tom.” A dull red flush overspread the wo man’s face. She turned her head into the shadow. “I will do what I can, Nelly,” she re sponded, in a smothered voice. “Call Tom now, I fell I am soon— going. I feel so cold—so numb!” Hepsibah hastly left the room. She was back in an instant, following by a stout, ruddy-faced man of about 60. He stepped softly to the bed, and took the dying woman’s hand in his big grasp. "Come, Nell, my lass, you must bear "YOU’LL PROMISE TO BURN THEM'."’ j a brave heart. We’ll have you better soon.” There were tears In his eheery voice. Nellie looked at him with a faint smile; she raised the big red hand in. which her own was imprisoned to her tips. Then, exhausted by her recent efforts, she closed her eyes and seemed: to sleep. Presently she started vio lently; her eyes opened in terror. “The letters! You will burn them, j Hepzibah-” Tom turned to Hepzibah wonder lngly. He thought the delirium had returned. “What letters does she mean?" he asked. Hepzibah was silent; she averted her eyes. Then “She means her dead mother’s let ters,” she replied in a steady voice. The dying woman looked her grati tude for the saving lie. There was si lence again, and a solemn sense of wait ing in the room. At last Nellie made a faint movement with her hand. Hepzibah comprehended instantly; j ■he stepped to the window, drew aside the curtain and opened wide the sash. So Nelly looked for the last time upon her little world. Nelly’s big, sad eyes took In all the beauty of the morning, then they gen tly closed. ■% “I am coming, Jack—dear-” she flic'll Aft ' So Nelly Thurgood, Tom Thurgood't young wife, died, and was buried In tfce little Churchyard by the sea; and the tide came In, and the tide went out. through the long summer days and nights, and peaceful order reigned In the little cottage, for Hepzibsh waa a notable housekeeper, and Tom was grateful to her in a dull, Impersonal way. Ala heart was burled in the newly made grave on the cliff side, and nothing seemed real to him but that. Hepsibah watched him frtrtn under her white eyelashes and kept silent; but his pipe waa all ready for him when he came indoors, and his favorite food simmered on the hob. Hepcibah’s hair grew brighter as the days went on; her cheeks had a comely flush; she began to take thought of her dress. She bought a blue gingham gown in the village, and a muslin hand kerchief for her neck. Her voice took a softer note, she began to sing about her work. But Tom would sit in the churchyard through the long summer twilights, and when he came Into supper his feet dragged wearily, and hia eyes were dull with misery. “You should not grieve so,” said Hep sibah softly, one night after supper. She was knitting in the firelight; her head was bent over her work. Tom woke up from a dream; he looked at her with seeing eyes. “Ah, it’s well to say that to a man whose heart is breaking!” His voice grew husky; he turned his head away to the lire. "But yeu shouldn’t grieve as one without' hope. Time must soften things a bit—-you have your life before you.” Tom laughed a short, bitter laugh, not good to hear. “She was all I had—my Nellie. The apple of my eye. What good’s life to me now? Such pretty ways she had, too,” he went on, musingly; “such ten der, loving ways-” Hepzibah’s needle flashed in the fire light. “There are other women in the world as fond as Nellie,” she said softly, with her eyes on her knitting. There was a long silence in the room. The fire flickered; a cinder fell on the hearth. Hepsibah could hear her heart throbs; she slowly lifted her eyes to the man’s face. He was not looking at her at all, but at a china shepherdess ypon a little table against the wall. His eyes were troubled; he was trying to remember. “My Nellie did not keep that on there. No, it was on the mantleplece, herev that she had it.” He brought the ornament over, dust ing it with his handkerchief. “We must keep the things as she left them, Hepsibah,” he said. .But Hepsl bah had slipped out of the door into the summer darkness. She rested her arms on the little gate, and stood looking far out to sea. Her face shone white and ghostly la the dimness. She shivered in the warm air. "You dead woman—you Nelly,” she whispered tensely, “why will you not give him up to mo? You have your Jack, you do not want him—and I—oh, my God!” A great tearless sob choked her; the shimmering waves mocked her; her face hardened. “Why should I not tell him? I shall do you no harm. Are you anywhere here to care at all? God, the life be yond—are these anything but words? How can one hurt the dead? You are asleep in the churchyard there; and I love him—and I tell you I love him!” The man was sitting smoking mood ily, gazing into the glowing fire, when. Hepsibah glided in, and stood behind his chair. “Tom, I can’t bear that you should grieve so. She wasn’t worthy of a love like yours.” “Hepsibah!” • * • • • • • “The letters! Hepzibah laid the packet on tire table and crept up the staircase to her room. She tell on her knees by the bedside, clutching the coverlet tight over her mouth, that her deep-voiced prayer might be stifled. She shook as with the ague. The gates of heaven and hell were open. The still hours passed by. Night waned, but Hepzibah, wild-eyed and numb, crouched by her bed, straining her ears for any sound from the room below. Anything, anything, but this deadly silence. The hours seemed eternities. It grew unbearable. Disheveled, wan, fearful, she crept down the stairs and peered in. Tom Thurgood sat at the table, writ ing by the dim candle light. He had on his rough pilot’s coat; a bundle tied in a red handkerchief rested beside him. Hepzibah’s broken cry aroused him. He rose and came toward her. “I’m going away—back to sea again,” he said gravely. . “You’re welcome tc the cottage and the bits of furniture. There’s no home for me now—the place would kill me. Out on the brine I shall be able to forget—perhaps. Good by, my lass. I shall be gone before you are up. Go back to bed. woman. Good by; there, gp." He turned back to his writing, and the room was quiet again. Presently he threw down his pen and passed his inky fingers through his hair. “The wind moans terribly to-night,” he said. It was Hepzibah above, crying for her lost paradise.—Ex. JONATHAN AND PREACHERS. n« Ha«l an Kxparteaca a*4 Kaaw Wkaa i Thar Bit Ika HaU. ! It isn’t in th« traditions of the Osark country that old Jonathan Magnets was ever converted, but stories are told | to show that he had a certain kind of ! respect for religion. The Magnesa fam ily came from Kentucky. On one oc casion, it is said, the Rev. John Milli gan stopped at Jonathan’s house for the night. The arrival was unexpected. Mrs. Magness had made no unusual .preparelions for supper. As the fam ily and the guest sat down old Jona than surveyed the simple fare for a tew moments and then said abruptly: “Help yourself, Mr. Milligan.” Breakfast brought an altogether dif ferent looking array of dishes. Old Jonathan looked it over. “Well, old lady,” he said, address ing Mrs. Magness, “it looks as if you had something for breakfast worth thanking Ood for.” Turning to the preacher old Jonathan caid: “Give us a touch, Brother Milligan.” And Brother Milligan promptly asked a blessing. Three young Methodist preachers on the way to conference stopped at the Magness house for the night. After supper old Jonathan produced a Bible and a hymn book. He handed them to one of the young preachers, asking: "Sir, will you pray in my family?” The young preacher read and sang and prayed. As soon as they arose from their knees old Jonathan handed the books to another, asking: "Sir, will you pray in my family?” The Becond preacher conducted ser vice, and then the old man called on the third. This young man took the books and went at it in earnest He read and sang and prayed. He opened with a general appeal for all mankind, and generally narrowed down his in tercessions until he got down to “poor old Father Magness, whose locks have grown gray In sin, and who is now stalking on the brink of hell.” He begged the Lord "to soften this old sin-hardened heart and turn the face of Father Magness Zionward.” Old Jonathan asked for no more prayers. The next morning the preachers asked what they owed. Mr. Magness said to the first: “Your bill is $1.” To the second he said: “Your bill is $1.” To the third he said: “Your bill is nothing. I’ll be — U you didn't pray well for me.” HE MADE A POOD BARGAIN. The London Syndicate Bit XtmIj at Bis ▼sty Msdast Mining Property. From the San Francisco Boat: “It is the eaaieat thing in the world to sell a mine in London for almost any price, provided you have anything to show an expert,” said Major Frank McLaugh lin. “There is also a right way and wrong way tr go about it. Some time ago I went to London to negotiate the sale of some mining property. Of course the first thing I had to do was to let capital know what I was there for. Then, when inquiries commenced, I simply said: ‘Gentlemen, I have mining prop erty to sell. If you mean business and want to buy send your expert out to ex amine the property and make a report on lb You know then what you are buying.’ “A company was organised. An ex pert examined the property and report ed favorably and a meeting was held to discuss the terms. “ ‘Now, major,’ said the spokesman, *we have found that the property may be worth something. What is your price?* “ Two hundred and fifty thousand,’ said I. ” 'That is more than we expected to pay. t^e expected to pay about two hundred. There is not much difference between two hundred and two and fifty. If you drop the fifty we will take it* “I had expected to get about 9100,000 for the property, so with a show of re luctance I agreed to accept their offer.. When the papers Were made out I was surprised to learn that they had been talking about pounds and 1 about dol lars, but I was very careful not to let my surprise leak out, and that is the way I got $1,000,000 for the mine.” 1 Llihtnlnc Strok* Vast*. From the Rochester Herald: Certain facts about lightning strokes, the re* anlt of years of experiment by the United States weather bureau, have re cently been tabulated. Thunderstorms reach their maximum In Juno and July, though reported In every month except In January, the region of winter thun derstorms centering about Louisiana. Forty such storms are the minimum average for any such section. The av erage annual loss of life from lightning in the United States is twenty-four per sons, of loss of property, over $1,500,000. People living in cities and thickly built towns run little danger, the risks in the country or suburbs being five times as 'great. For the same reason the center of a grove or forest is much safer than its edges or Isolated trees, the dense growth acting to distribute the current 4 Vary Deaurkabl*. Tltt—You’ll take part in the football game, I suppose, Mr. Tatt? Tatt—Very sorry, .but I don’t know anything about the game. "Why, I thought you had taken a full college course?” "So I have, but I went to college to Hudy, merely." Od* to a Turkey. One would think you owned the town By your strutting up and down, And your gobble, gobble, gobble all ■ogay; But you’ll sing a different tune When, a little after noon, I gobble, gobble, gobble you Thanks giving Day. This S85 Music Box and one Ladies’ Gold Watch actually to give away, bo you want them? Buy a Dollar’s worth j of goods at Bentley’s and learn how to get them. FORTUNE SMILES. They say fortune smiles on the innocent, yet innocent are more enohred out of dollars on clothing, beoanse of their innooense. The Nebraska Clothing Company of Omaha' is known from Portland, Maine, to Portland, Oregon, to some by mail to others in sight. Everyone is a staunch customer who once bays here, be* cause we treat prince and pauper alike, whether you are here in person or order by mail, and because our prices are such that no concern in the country can p ssibly duplicate, and your money back any time you want it. All Wool Suits (guaranteed wool) 18 worth from 18.80 to 110. Black Clay Worsted Suits (Sunday dress) 17, cost everywhere 118. Black or Blue Beaver Overcoats (velvet collar) 14.78, elsewhere 18. Black or Blue Kersey Overcoats (dress style) 10.78, cheap at 110. Splendid extra long ulsters (doth lining) 14, cheap at 17.80. Good Grey Shetland doth Ulsters (hairy material) 18.80, worth 11. Chinchilla Overcoats (velvet collar) 18.86, cost you anywhere 10. Same way all overjthe house—Shoes, Hats, Gent’s furnishings Boys’ Clothes, Rubber Goods, Lur Overcoats, and everything a man wears, and if you’re dissatisfied with anything you buy, get your money back, and this is why we sell so much and grow so fast Mention The Frontier when you write. NERVE SEEDS'.WE 11 I* *rnsjHom©tiycnir©3 quiakly, permanently all ' jrv< t • it- it.ua. Wtmk Memory, Loas of Brain PofF. • UJ -be* '*VukcjfmiJLoat VltaUtjf, NifllUf ts. jvil • roa if, Jinpou. :tcjr and wanting 'o' «l' »tr!. lcr. Makes tbapalo and puny etrooftaMg - f il; cr.rr'ucilr. wf*at’vookf»t,Clpopbox;0 for3| \ Hi*?. *:Hih ■ wrli ten.or money ref plain wrapper, with finm.r'.rij «*’• it.41 c'mr(te,t.TrcnnwltaHo\ “ ftrm.t, s-n-t-a stri on’ ,< u*xca,jwal0d_wiib blue ribboa.^£*k* ’ vMENrj tCAVfcAl o, I nAut MAkK¥] W COPYRIGHTS.! _ CAW I OBTAIN A l»ATwP T_.. experienoe In the patent boslneis OaiakM HoiaitiMlr«UMatU. 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