Nebraska Newspapers

    YOUNG AT FIFTY.
HOW A METHODIST MINISTER
CARRIES HIS YEARS.
Prom the Times, Oswego, N. T.
Probably no man is better known or
more highly respected in Oswego, N. Y„
than the Rev. William Young, of the
Methodist church. Mr. Young holds a
responsible position with the Oswego
City Savings Bank, where he has been
an employe for the past twenty years.
In the spring of 1894 Mr. Young
looked as if his time on earth was lim
ited but. Instead of failing as was pre
dicted. he soon gained a more healthy
look and appeared stronger. As the
months went by this improvement con
tinued. until now he is as rugged and
apparently as healthy as a young man
of thirty, although his gray locks de
note a more advanced age. A Times
reporter, determined to find out what
had made this great change, called
upon Mr. Young at the bank and put
tbe question direct and received the
following reply:
"In truth T am a changed man, and I
owe my present good health to Dr. Wil
liams’ Pink Pills. In the spring of
1894 I was all run down and had com
menced to think that my time had
come. I had to be prescribed for by
physicians, and although I received
temporary relief, the same old trouble
came back again and I was worse than
before. I had no strength or appetite,
and physically I was in a miserable
condition. After my work I would go
home, but the general lassitude which
hung over me left me without any am
bition, and when I would go to the table
to eat, my appetite failed me and I
would have to leave without taking
hardly any nourishment. My kidneys
were also badly affected, and I was in
utter despair. One day. here at the
bank, I happened to pick up one of the
local papers, and my eye fell on the ad
vertisement of Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills.
The advertisement gave a description
had been cured by using Dr. Williams'
Pink Pills. I was not a believer in that
kind of doctoring, but concluded as a
last resort to try a box of the pills, mak
ing up my mind that if they did not
help me I certainly would not be in
jured any. Going to a drug store I pur
chased a box of Dr. Williams' Pink
Pills and commenced taking them ac
cording to directions. Very soon after
I began to feel better and I saw I had
made no mistake in trying the pills, and
before the first box was emptied I felt
so much improved that I Immediately
purchased another. I had taken seven
boxes of the pills, and at the end of last
summer I felt I was entirely cured ajjjl ■
discontinued their use, but always keep
a box handy if occasion requires. I
am now entirely cured. The lassitude
has left me, my kidneys are all right
and my appetite—well, you should see
me at the table. I am a new man
again, and instead of feeling like a man
of fifty, which is my age, I feel like a
youngster of twenty, and I give Pink
Pills the full credit for this great
change. I have recommended these pills
to several of my neighbors and ac-1
quaintances. who have been relieved of
their complaints.”
(Signed) WILLIAM YOUNG.
Subscribed and sworn to before me
this 25th day of May, 1895.
BERNARD GALLAGHER,
Notary Public.
Dr. Williams' Pink Pills contain all
the elements necessary to give new life
and richness to the blood and restore
shattered nerves. They are for sale by
all druggists, or be had by mail from
Dr. Williams' Medicine Company,
Bchenectady. N. Y., for 50 cents per box,
or six boxes for J2.50.
Whenever you make a mistake, make it
teach you something.
Inventions.
Among the curious inventions issued
last week as reported by Messrs. Sues
& Co., Patent Solicitors, Omaha, Neb.,
is found a pneumatic tire within the
tread of which the inventor has placed
a pocket which is filled with a self
healing composition which as soon as
the tire is punctured oozes out and au
tomatically repairs and seals the punc
ture. Another noticeable device is
that of a Frenchman who gets a patent
for a thill or shaft composed of a series
of compressed paper layers between
which is fixed a flexible steel plate. A
unique puzzle has been patented to a
New Jersey inventor, which comprises
a series of transparentpictures of nota
ble persons which can all be placed in
one frame and held up to the light,
when a curious composite picture is the
result. A Michigan inan obtained a
patent for a composition for destroying
thistles.
:iiuuu^ uiu ^eunisiva inventors who
secured patents were the following1:
Emil 11. Uraver. Alliance, N'eb., grain
scouring machine and a sifter or chop
grader; George 11. McCoy, Osceola,
Xeb., combined suspenders and shoul
der braces; and Henry Obcrmeyer, Be
atrice, Neh, churn.
Any information relating to the law
and sale of patents may be had free
upon addressing Sues & Co.. Patent So
licitors, Bee Building, Omaha, Xeb.
The secret of prolonging life Is not to
abridge it. _
Sommer Excursions Via. the Wabash It. K.
( St. Louis June tilth to 15th.
HALF I St. Louis July ‘J;d.
FAKE ') Washington July iid to (ith.
Xowonsae. Summer Tourist Tickets to
all summer resorts good returning until
Oct. Hist. Thos. Cook & Son s special
tours of Europe. For rates, itineries. sail
ing of Steamers and fu 1 information re
garding summer vacation tours via. rail or
water call at the Wabash Ticket Office, No.
1415 Farnam St., (Paxton Hotel Block), or
write 0. X. Clayton, N. W. P. A., Omaha,
N’ebr.
If a policeman does not preserve order
he gets into a pickle.
A Summer Resort Boult Free.
Write to C. S. Crane, general passen
ger and ticket agent Wabash Railroad,
St. Louis, Mo., for a summer resort
book, telling all about the beautiful
lake region reached by the Wabash
Railroad.
Many a man is very liberal in buying
whiskey who does not pay for the meat
and bread his children eat.
A cultivated devil has the sharpest
claws.
The June Atlantic begins with an
other installment of the letters of
Dante Gabriel Kosetti, edited by George
Birbeck Hill. This installment con
tains the letters for 1855. Striking fea
tures in this issue are an article upon
The Politician and the Public School,
by Mr. G. L. Jones, superintendent of
schools, Cleveland, Ohio, and Restric
tion of Immigration, by President
Francis A. Walker. The book reviews
include a review of Jcdin T. Morse's
Life and Letters of Oliver Wendell
Holmes and reviews of recent publica
tions in history and art Poems and
the usual departments complete tha
issue.
BY CLARA AUGUSTA
INTERNATIONAL PRESS ASSOCIATION.
UnArlciK 1A,-(UONTINUBD.)
Darby produced a handkerchief
which had belonged to Mr. Paul Lin
mere, and which he had found in hie
rooms, lying on his dressing-table. He
showed this to the dog; Leo snuffed
at it, and gave a sharp grunt of dis
pleasure.
“We want you to find him, Leo, good
dog,’’ said the Italian, stroking the
silky ears of the dog; “find your mas
ter.”
Leo understood, but he looked around
in evident perplexity.
“Take him to the depot!” said Mr.
Treviyn, "he may find the trail there.”
They went to the station; the dog
sniffed hurriedly at the platform, an 1
in a moment more dashed off into the
highway leading to Harrison Park.
“Him got him!” cried Pietro; "him
find my master!”
TER X.
HE WHOLE COM
pany joined in fol
lowing the dog. He
went straight
ahead, his nose to
the ground, his
fleet limbs bearing
him along with a
rapidity that the
anxious followers
found it hard to
emulate.
At a brook which crossed the road
he stopped, seemed a little confused,
crossed it finally on stepping stones,
nmiDOll Q mAmnni Kir tKn nidn n# n Knti/I
nut tree, leaped the fence, and dashed
off through' a grass field. Keeping
steadily on, he made for the grounds
of the Park, passed the drained pond,
and the frost-ruined garden, and push
ing before the inc'losure where slept
the Harrison dead, he lifted his head
and gave utterance to a howl so wild,
so savagely unearthly, that it chilled
the blood in the veins of those who
heard. An instant he paused, and then
dashing through the hedge, was lost to
view.
“He is found! My master is found!”
said Pietro, solemnly, removing his cap,
and wiping a tear from his eye. For
the man was attached to Mr. Paul Lin
mere, in his rough way, and the tear
was one of genuine sorrow.
His companions looked at each other.
Alexandrine grasped the arm of Mar
gie, and leaned heavily upon her.
“Let us go to the house—” she fal
tered, “I cannot bear it.”
“I will know the worst,” said Mar
gie. hoarsely, and they went on to
gether.
It was so singular, but no one had
thought to look within the graveyard
enclosure; perhaps if they had thought
of it, they Judged it impossible that a
murderer should select such a locality
for the commission of his crime.
Mr. Darby opened the gate, entered
the yard, and stopped. So did the
others. All saw at once that the
search was ended. Across the path
leading to the graves of Mr. and Mrs.
Harrison, lay Paul Llninere, He was
white and ghastly; his forehead bare,
and his sightless eyes wide open, look
ing up to the sun of noonday. His
right hand lay on his breast, hiB left
still tightly grasped the turf upon
which it had fixed its hold in the cruel
death agony. His garments were stiff
with his own blood, and the dirk knife,
Btill buried to the hilt in his heart, told
the story of his death.
Leo crouched a little way off, his eyes
jubilant, his tall beating the ground,
evincing the greatest satisfaction. All
present knew that the dog rejoiced at
the death of his master.
Alexandrine took a step toward the
dead man, her back to the horror
stricken group by tbe gate. She stopped
suddenly, and lifted something from
tbe ground. „
Darby, alert and watchful, was by her
side in a moment.
"What have you there?” he de
manded.
"My glove which I dropped,” she an
swered, quietly, holding up the dainty
bit of embroidered kid.
The detective turned away satisfied;
but Margie saw the girl’s hand shake,
and her lips grow pale as marble, the
moment Darby’s keen eye was removed
from her face.
The discovery of the remains was fol
lowed by a long and tedious investiga
tion. There was an inquest, and a
rigid examination of every person who
could by any possibility be imagined
capable of throwing any light on the
murder, and after all was over, the
mystery was just as dark as it was at
first.
Nothing was found to furnish the
slightest clue to the assassin, except a
white cambric handkerchief just inside
the graveyard, marked with the single
initial “A” In one corner. This hand
kerchief might have belonged to the
murderer, and It might have belonged
to Mr. Llnmere—that could not be de
termined. The article was given Into
the keeping of Mr. Darby; and after
three days lying In state at Harrison
Park, the body of Mr. Llnmere was
taken to Albany, where his relatives
were burled, and laid away for Its last
sleep.
Mr. Trerlyn offered a large reward for
the apprehension of the murderer, or
for information which would lead to
his apprehension; and the town au
thorities offered an equal sum. Mr.
Darby was retained to work upon the
case, and there it rested.
Margie uttered no word in the mat
ter. She was stunned by tbe sudden
ness of the blow, and she could not help
being painfully conscious that she felt
relieved by the death of this unfortu
nate man. God had taken her case
Into his hands In a manner too solemn
ly fearful for her to question.
Three months after the death of
Paul Llnmere , Margie met Archer
Trevlyn. .at the house of Alexan
drine Lee.' He was quite a constant
visitor there, Mrs. Lee told her, with
a little conscious pride,’ for young
Trevlyn was being spoken of in busi
ness circles as a rising young man. Ho
was to be admitted to partnership in
the firm of Belgrade & Co., in the
spring. Apd this once effected, his for
tune Was made.
There was a little whist party at Mrs.
Lee’s that evening, and Margie was per
suaded to remain. After a while the
company asked for music. Whist, the
books of engravings, and the bijoux of
the center table were exhausted, and
small talk flagged. Margie was reluc
tantly prevailed'upon to play.
She was not a wonderful performer,
but she had a line ear, and played with
finish and accuracy. But she sang di
vuu&x: uct iiicmio, cm; bang
a few new things, and then pausing,
was about to rise from the instrument,
when Mr. Trevlyn came to her side.
“Will you play something for me?”
he asked, stooping over her. His dark,
passionate eyes brought the blood to
her face—made her restless and ner
vous in spite of herself.
"What would you like?” she managed
to ask.
“This!” He selected an old German
ballad, long ago a favorite in the high
est musical circles, but now cast aside
for something newer and more bril
liant. A simple, touching little song
of love and sorrow. Y \
She was about to decline singing it,
but something told her to beware' of
false modesty, and she sang it through.
“I thank you!” he said, earnestly,
when she had finished. "It has done
me good. My mother used to sing that
song, and I have never wanted to hear
it from any other lips—until now.”
Alexandrine glided along, as radiant
as a humming-bird, her cheeks flushed,
her black eyes sparkling, her voice
sweet as a siren's.
"Sentimentalizing, I declare!” she
exclaimed, gayly; “and singing that
dreadful song, too! Ugh! it gives me
the cold shudders to listen to it! How
can you sing it, Margie, dear?”
"Miss Harrison sang it at my re
quest, Miss Lee,” said Trevlyn, gravely,
“it is an old favorite of mine. Shall I
not listen to you now?”
Alexandrine took the seat Margie had
vacated, and glanced up at the two
faces so near her.
“Why, Margie'” she said, "a moment
ago I thought you were a rose, and now
you are a lily! What is the matter?”
"Nothing, thank you,” returned Mar
gie, coldly. “I am weary, and will go
home soon, I think.”
Trevlyn looked at her with tender
anxiety, evidently forgetful that be had
requested Miss Lee to play.
“You are w’earled,” he said. "Shall
I call your carriage?”
"If you please, yes. Miss Lee, I am
sure you will excuse me.”
“I shall be obliged to, I suppose.”
Trevlyn put Margie’s shawl around
her, and led her to the carriage. After
ho had assisted her in, he touched
lightly the hand he had just released,
and said "Good-night,” his very accent
a blessing.
:er xi.
N February Mr.
Trevlyn received a
severe shock. His
aged wife had been
an inmate of an
asylum almost since
the death of her son
Hubert: and Mr.
Trevlyn, though he
had loved her with
his ■whole soul, had
never seen her face
in all those weary years.
Suddenly, without any premonitory
symptoms, her reason returned to her,
and save that she was unmindful of
the time that had elapsed during her
insanity, she was the same Caroline
Trevlyn of old.
They told her cautiously of her hus
band’s old age. for the unfortunate
woman could not realize that nearly
twenty years had passed since the loss
of her mind. The first desire she ex
pressed was to see "John,” and Mr.
Trevlyn was sent for.
He came, and wetnt Into the presence
of the wife from whom he had been so
long divided, alone. No one knew what
passed between them. The interview
was a lengthy one, and Mr. Trevlyn
came forth from It, animated by a new
born hope. The wife of his youth was
to be restored to him!
He made arrangements to take her
home, but alas! they were never des
tined to be carried into effect. The se
cret fears of the physician were real
ized even sooner than he had expected.
The approach of dissolution had dis
solved the clouds so long banging over
the mind of Caroline Trevlyn. She
lived only two days after the coining of
her husband, and died in his arms, hap
py in the belief that she was going to
her son.
Mr. Trevlyn returned home, a
changed being. All his asperity of
temper was gone; he was as gentle as
a child. Whole days he would sit in
the chair where his wife used to sit
in the happy days of her young wife
hood, speaking to no one, smiling
sometimes to himself, as though he
heard some inner whisperings whlcti
pleased him.
One day he roused himself seeming
ly, and sent for Mr. Speedwell, his at
torney, and Dr. Drake, his family phy
sician. With these gentlemen he was
closeted tRe entire forenoon: and from
that time forward his hold on the
the world and its things seemed to re
lax.
One morning, when Margie went to
take his gruel up to him—a duty she
always performed herself—she found
him sitting in his armchair, wide
awake, but incapable of speech or mo
tion.
The physician, hastily summoned,
confirmed her worst fears. Mr. Trevlyn
had been smitten with paralysis. He
was in no immediate danger, perhaps;
he might live for years, but was liable
to drop away at any moment. It was
simply a question of time.
Toward the close of the second day
after his attack, the power of speech re
turned to Mr. Trevlyn.
“Margie!” he said, feebly. “Margie,
come here." She flew to his side.
“I want you to send for Archer Trev
IJrll, lie Beil 11, Willi glCUl UllULUlty.
She made a gesture of surprise.
“You think I am not quite right in
my mind, Margie, that I should make
that request. My mind was never clear
er, my mental sight never more cor
rect. I want to see my grandson.”
Margie despatched a servant with a
brief note to Archer, informing him of
his grandfather's desire, and then sat
down to wait his coming.
It was a wild, stormy night in March;
the boisterous wind beat against the
eld mansion, and like a suffering hum
an being, shrieked down the wide, old
fashioned chimneys.
in a lull of the storm there was a tap
at the chamber door. Margie opened it,
and stood face to face with Archer
Trevlyn.
"Come in,” she whispered, "he is
asleep.”
“No, I am not asleep,” said the sick
man; “has my grandson come?”
“He is here,” said Margie. “I will
leave him with you. dear guardian. Let
him ring for me when you want me,”
“Remain here, Margaret. I want you
to be a witness to what passes between
us. I have no secrets from you, dear
child, none whatever. Archer, come
hither.”
Trevlyn advanced, his face pale, his
eyes moist with tears. For, having for
given his grandparent, he had been
growing to feel for the desolate old man
a sort of Alia! tenderness, and strong
in his fresh young manhood, it seemed
terrible to him to see John Trevlyn ly
ing there in his helplessness and feeble
ness, waiting for death,
“Come hither, Archer,” said the trem
ulous voice, “and put your hand on
mine. I cannot lift a Anger to you, but
I want to feel once more the touch of
kindred Aesh and blood. I have an
noyed you and" yours sadly, ray poor
boy, but death sweeps away all enmi
ties, and all shadows. I see so clearly
now. O, if I had only seen before!”
Arch knelt by the side of his bed,
holding the old man’s withered hands
in his. Margie stood a little apart, re
garding the pair with moist eyes.
“Call me grandfather once, my son;
I have never heard the name from the
lips of my kindred.”
“Grandfather! O grandfather!” cried
the young man, “now that you will let
me call you so, you must not die! You
must live for me!”
(TO HB CONTINUED, I
CONTRABAND ANTIQUITIES,
Italian wnrus «»* «ri VIIIU ihbh
to the Market Despite the Uw.
From the London News: Some days
ago a well known dealer In antiquities
offered for sale to the Louvre museum,
in Paris, a splendid collection of an
cient silver vases from Italy of Greek
or Italian workmanship. The museum
was unable to pay the price asked—
£20,000—and declined the bargain. The
Italian minister of education, having
learned of this, has taken proceedings
under the Pacca law against Signor Di
Prisco, the owner of these antiquities.
The latter is a large land owner at
Bosco Reale. He secretly mado exca
vations of his estate and found twenty
eight silver vases of remote antiquity.
Notwithstanding the Italian law pro
hibiting owners of antiquities from
sending them out of the country with
out leave, or, rather, on account of this
law. which prevents old works of art
from commanding anything like their
natural price in the impoverished coun
try, Signor Di Pasco smuggled his And
out of Italy and offered It to a Paris
dealer for £5,000. Continuing mean
while his search, he found other silver
vases, which duly joined tbeir fellows
in Paris, and the whole lot was offered
to tne Louvre. The Italian minister of
education throws interesting light on
the facilities which underpaid officials
are supposed to afford to illicit export
ers of antiquities. He issues a notifica
tion that, should any oflicial be found
to have connived at this latest evasion
of the Pacca law, they will be criminal
ly prosecuted.
Total Kcllpfle* Are llare.
It is a fact well known to astronomers
that the average number of total and
partial eclipses in any one year is four;
that the maximum is seven, and the
minimum two. Where only two occur
they are always both of the sun. There
art a great many more eclipses of the
sun in the course of a year or a hundred
years than there are of the moon; this
fact notwithstanding, however, London,
the metropolis of the world, seemB to
be a place where such obstructions of
the sun's light seldom occur.
The rate at which the Zulus can trav
el upon an emergency Is astonishing.
Some will go as much as fifty miles In
six hours; eight miles an hour is an
ordinary pace.
Diphtheria Antitoxin In Newark.
At a recent meeting of the Newark,
N. J., board of health, the bacteriolo
gist, Dr. Richard M. Connelly, reported
that since the making of antitoxin was
begun 1,200 vials of the serum had been
produced. The serum was used in 600
cases out of a total of 039 cases of diph
theria reported since July, 1895. Jn
the 000 cases treated with antitoxin
there were eighty-five deaths. Of the
333 patients treated in the old way 138
died. Dr. lierold, in his annual re
port, said that antitoxin had proved a
great life saver in the hands of physi
cians.—Medical Record.
When the Summer Hreeae
Blows t hrough the trees, most of us whoran
sets off for u country jaunt. Fewer cross the
Atlantic. Whether It Is business or pleasure
calls one from home, Hostetter's Stomach
hitters Is the best iiccoinpunlament of a
voyage or an outing. Yachtsmen, seucap-.
tains, commercial travelers and emigrants
concur In this opinion. The Bitters Is unri
valled for billions, malaria, dyspeptic or
liver disorder.
Doing good will pay better in the end
than digging gold.
„fflT8-Ail Fits a topped free by Dr. Kline's Great
Nerve Keetorer. No Klisartec to first.,lav's use.
Marvelous cures. Treat Iso an,I •£ tr.al bolt le her t •
k It cases, bund to Dr. Kline,>31 Aren bl„ Phtla., Pa.
We often wish we had nothing to do but
to attend to the things we ought to do, but
neglect._
It the Baby u Gutting Teetn.
Be sure and nse that old and well-tiled remedy, Mas.
Wtxsiow'e Soomuto Brave for Children Teething.
God made some laws to show how much
he bates idleness.
She’s Just "poll parroting."
There’s no prettiness in pills,
except on the theory of “pretty
is that pretty does." In that
case she’s right.
Ayer’s Pills
<lo cure biliousness, constipation,
and all liver troubles.
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_ Stcax City. Iowa. •
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"It's a Good Thing. Push it Along.**
Why buy a newspaper unless you
can profit by the expense? For 5
cents you can get almost as much
“BATTLE AX” as you can of
other high grade brands for 10 cents.
Here's news that will repay you for
the cost of your newspaper to-day. ?
Popularity does not come without
cause. Nothing but the stand- '
ard quality that is invariably
maintained in Columbia Bicycles could secure such
indorsement as comes unsought to Columbias. J*
EVERYBODY'S When The New Yark Jour
nal offered the choice of the'
ten leading makea oi bicycles
recently to the ten winners of a guessing contest, every:
one of the ten selected Columbias. And The Journal
bought ten Columbias at $10(1 each.
TIFFANY'S When Tiffany ft Co., the famous jeiy- ,
CHOICE desired to make an experiment
with elaborate decoration of bicycles,
they of course first selected a Columbia—and paid $100
for it. They have decorated other bicycles since, but Col
umbia was first choice.
When the United States Government recently asked for
proposals for furnishing five bicycles, it received from
. other makers of from $30 to
CHOSEN by the $8$ and our bid of $100
GOVERNMENT each**Columbiaji*their *»
variable price. And the ex
perts selected Columbias, as in their opinion ffrf.unbus
were worth every dollar of the price asked.
If you are able to pay $100 for a Bicycle, will you be
content with any but a Columbia ? .
■■ ■!■■■ ——mm f/k*.
POPE MFG. CO., Makers, Hartford, Conn.
Branch Stores and Agencies in almost every city and town. If Columbias are not
properly reprasented in your vicinity let an know.