GEN’L OFFICIAL DIRECTORY STATE. Jhiovornor...Silas Holcomb Lieutenant Governor.->• «■ .Harris Secretary of State.orter State Treasurer...John B Meservo Statu Auditor ...John b. Cornell Attorney General. U. J. Bniytlie Com. Lands and buildings..••••}• V. Vt olTe Sunt. Public Instruction.W. K. Jackson ltEGENTS STATE ONIVEttSITY. Gitas. H.-Gere. Lincoln; Leavitt Burnham, Omaha; J M. Hiatt, Alma; E. P. Holme*, Pierce; J. T. Mallaleu, Kearney; M. J. Hull. Edgar". lleprescutatives First District. J. B. Strode Seemd, il. I). Merc' r, third. 8. Maxwell, Fourth. W, L. Stark, Filth. U. 1). Sutherland, Sixth, W. L. Green. CONGRESSIONAL. Senators—W. V. Allen, of Madlsou; John M. Thurston, of Omaha. JUDICIARY. Chief Justice.'....K.K. Associates...T.O. Harrison itfid T. L.Norviol FIFTEENTH JUDICIAL Dibl’MlCT. Judge...M. P. Kinkaid, of O'Nelli Reporter.J. J. King of O'Neill Judge.W. H. Westover, of llushvllle tteporter.. >bn Maher, of Kushvillo. LAND OFFICES. O’MULL. Register.. Receiver.... .John A. Harmon. ..Elmer Williams. COUNTY. judge.Geo McCutcheon Oier* of the District Court . .John Sklrving He nut v ................. ...........O. M. Collins Cmrlc......." .J.......Bill Bethea • shoritf.........Ohasi Hamilton Deputy.........Chas U -Neill Supt. of Schools....K. Jackson \r "Assistant...Mrs. W, K. Jackson m Coroner.....Dr. Trueblood i^\8urveyor.«M. F. Norton VAtiorney::::::::::::...w .b. BUuer , SUPERVISORS. FIRST DISTRICT. Cleveland, Sand Creek, Dustin, Saratoga, Hock Falls and Pleasantvlew: J. A. Kobertson SECOND DISTRICT. Shields, Paddock, Scott, Steel Creek, W11 lowdaib and Iowa—J. H. Hopkins. THIRD DISTRICT. Grattan and O’Neill—Mosses Campbell. FOURTH DISTRICT. Ewing, Verdigris andDelolt—L. 0; Combs FIFTH DISTRICT, Chambers,' Conlpv, Lake, MoClure and Inman—S. L. Conger. SIXTH DISTRICT. Swan, Wyoming, Fairvlew, Francis. Green Valley, Sheridan and Emmet—0. W. Hoss. SEVENTH DISTRICT. Atkinson and Stuart— W. N. Coats. Vl’lY OF Of NEILL. Supervisor, E. J. Mack; Justices, E. H. Benediot and S. M. Wagers; Constables, Ed. McBride and Perkins Brooks. COUNOILMEN—FIRST WARD. For two years.—D. H. Cronin. For one year—C. W. Hugenslck. SECOND WARD. For two years—Alexander Marlow. For <* one year—W. T. Evans. , THIRD WARD. v ‘ For two years—Charles Davis. For one year—E. J. Mack. CITY OFFICERS. Mayor, H. K. Murphy; Clerk, N. Martin; Treasurer, John AlcHugh; City Engineer John Horrlsky; Police Judge, H. Kautzmnu; chief of Police, P. J. Blgliu; Attorney, Thus. Carlou; Weighmaster, D. Stannard. "i GRATTAN TOWNSHIP. (Supervisor, It. J. Hayes; Trearurer. Barney ■lcGreevy; Clerk, J. Sullivan; Assessor Ben . Jobring: Justices, M. Castellb and Chas. Wilcox; CouBtahies, John Horrlsky and Ed. AluBrlde; Hoad overseer dlst. SB, Allen Brown aist. No. 4,John Enright. .-ULPIERS’ RELIEF COMNISSION. Itcgulur meeting first Monday in Febru ary ol each year, and at suoh other times as is deemed necessary. Kobt. Gallagher, Page, chairman; Wm. Bowen, O’Neill, secretary; tl.H. Clark Atkinson. ajT.PATlUCK’S CATHOLIC CHCKCH. Services every Sabbath at 10:30 o’olock. Very Kev. Cassidy, Postor. Sabbath sohool immediately following services. METHODIST CHURCH. Sunday services—Preaching 10:30 A. M. and 3:00 p. M. Class No. 1 0:30 A. M. Class No. 2 (Ep worth League) 7:00 P. M. Class No. 3 (Child rens) 3:00 P. M. Mind-week services—General prayer meeting Thursday 7:30 p. m. All will be made welcome, especially strangers. K. T. GEORGE, Pastor. ' i 1 A* R. POST, NO. 86. The Gen. John v \JT« O’Neill Post, No. 36, Department of Ne braska G. A. H., will meet the first and third Saturday evening of eaob month In Masonic hall O’Neill 8. J. Sun H. Com. RLKHORN VALLEY LODGE, I. O. O. JZi F, Meets every Wednesday evening in Odd Fellows’ hall, visiting brothers oordlally Invited to attend. W. U. Mason, N. G. 0. L. Bright, Sec. Garfield chapter, r. a. m Meets on first and third Thursday of each 1 month in Masonic hall. / W. J. Dobrb Seo. J. C. HarniBH, H, P KOF P.—HELMET LODGE, U. D. . Convention every Monday at 3 o clock p. m. In Odd Fellows’ halL Visiting brethern oordlally invited. Arthur Coykendall. C. C, E. J. Mack, K. of Jbt. and 8. O’NEILL ENCAMPMENT NO. 30.1. O. O. F. meets every second and fourth Fridays of each month in Odd Fellows' Hall. Ohas. Bright, H. P. H. M. Tttley, Scribe DJ)EN LODGE NO. 41, DAUGHTERS Jji OF RBBEKAH, meets every 1st and 3d Friday of each month In Odd Fellows’ Hall, Agnes T. Bentley, N. G. Dora Davidson, Seo, Garfield lodge, no.o6,f.*a.m. Regular communications Thursday nights ’ on or before the full of the moon. J. J. King, W. M. S o. O. Snyder, Sec. HOLT’CAMPNO. 1710, M. W. OF A. Meets on the first and third Tuesday in each month in the Masonic hall. Neil Brennan, V. C. D. H. Cronin, Clerk AO, U. W. NO. 133, Meets second • and fourth Tudsday of each month In Masonic hall. 0. Briqht, Bee. S. B. Howard, M, W. INDEPENDENT WORKMEN OF JL AMERICA, meet every first and third Friday of each month. Geo. McCutchan, N. M, J. H. Welton, Seo. POSTOFFICE DIRCETOKY Arrival of Mails V. E. fe U. V. R. R.—FROM THE BAST, eryday,Sunday included at.8:40 pa FROM the west very day, Sunday Included at.10:04 am PACIYIO SHORT LINE. Passenger-leaves 10:07a. m. Arrives 11:55 p.m. j Freight—leaves 9:07 p. u. Arrives 7:00 p. u. JJially except Sunday. X O'NEILL AND CHELSEA. Departs Monday, Wed. and Friday at 7:00 am Arrives Tuesday, Thurs. and Sat. at. .1:00pm O’NEILL AND PADDOCK. Departs Monday. Wed.and Friday at. .7:00 am Arrives Tuesday, Thurs. and Sat. at. .4:30 p m O’NEILL AND NIOBRARA. Departs Monday. Wed. and Frl. at—7:00 Arrive*Tuesday, Thurs. and Sat. at...4:00 a m p m O’NEILL AND CUMMIN8VILLE. Arrives Mon.,Wed. and Fridays a ..11:30 p.m Departs Mon., Wed. andFrlday at.l :00 p.m :cmi [Copyright, 1894, by J. B. Llpplncott Company.] “Just sit down an’makeout them mile age accounts c’ yours. Here, sergeant, you and this gentleman go on with the squad. Take the county road. The lieutenant’ll overtake you. Sit right down over there in Sergt. Burns’ tent, lieutenant; lie,’s got all the blanks and things. Never made out a mileage ac count? Here, I’ll show you.” And while Close slowly began his cal culations, the squad under Sergt. Mc Bride tramped out upon the dusty red road, most of the men following as (hough to see them around the bend, while Lambert, vaguely troubled, and feeling, somehow, that he Ought to be with his detachment even though his superior officer called him back, stood looking auxionsly after them. “I thought you had twenty or so left in your wallet, lieutenant,” said Close. “Just look, will you? You needn’t be in any hurry. McBride knows just what to do. I’d change them clothes if I was you.” Lambert had slipped his hand into his breastpocket, then began searching the others. All in vain; the little, flat pocketbook was gone; and now it flashed across his mind that he must have whisked it out with his handker chief, which he carried, after the West Point fashion of those days, in the breast of his coat, just after he started on the run back to camp. Even as lie began to tell of his loss the men came springing down the bank and bursting through the bushes in their haste to reach their arms and equipments. “What’s up now?” hailed Close, still slowly writing and never moving from his seat. “Firing over near town, sir,” called a sergeant. “That so?” asked the veteran, imper turbably. “Get ’em under arms, ser geant. Guess you’d better catch up with McBride, lieutenant,” said he to Lambert, whose boyish face could not but betray his excitement. “Hold on a second,” he shouted, for Lambert had darted at the word. “Wait, lieutenant! ” shouted Burns, and, wondering, Lam bert looked back. Close was holding out the pen to him. “Sign these, first off, will you?” said V. Long before they reached the public square the firing had ceased. Overtak ing his little command, which the ser geant had wisely halted “for orders” as soon as the shots were heard, Lam bert led them at double time. “Put a stop to anything they’re at. I’ll be after you with the whole com pany,” Close had shouted after him. The deputy marshal had disappeared. “Mr. rarmelee somewhere ahead?” panted the lieutenant to the sergeant trotting by his side. “Somewhere behind, sir. He’ll come gallopin' in after we get there—per haps.” The road led into town from the northeast. Lambert could see the rail way embankment and the old wooden bridge before they rounded the turn from' which they came in sight of the belfry and the roofs. Somebody had begun to ring the bell, and there came the sound of shouting with an occasion al shrill yell. . Then more shots, a short sputtering fusillade, and more shouts, suggestively derisive and farther away. “What’s .going on, do you suppose?” asked Lambert of his bulky second in command; and McBride, with one hand steadying the absurd long sword then worn by our sergeants, and the other clamping his rifle at the right shoulder, puflingly answered: “Havin’ some fun with the sheriff. He had a nigger posse guardin’ the jail. Folks wouldn’t stand it.” Another minute of running brought them to the outskirts of the straggling town. Women and children could be seen peering excitedly towards the square. Two very small boys, hearing the heavy tramp, tramp of the infantry, turned and scuttled away for the shel ter of an open door. Three hundred yards ahead a man in his shirt sleeves popped around a corner, looked keenly at the coming squqd and popped back again. When Lambert, leading his pien by a dozen paces, came dancing around that same corner and found himself at the northeast angle of the plaza, this same citizen was seated on the nearest porch, placidly smoking a corn-cob pipe and reading a newspaper, his boots braced against a wooden pillar and his chair tilted back against the wall. In similar attitudes of exaggerated calm, farther along in the direction of the post office, were one or two other gentlemen of Tugaloo. Only around Cohen’s mercantile emporium was there faintest sign of excitement. There one or two trembling, pallid clerks were bustling about and putting up the shatters. The gang of negroes ordina rily loafing around the plaza had total! v vanished. Lambert, expecting to find himself in the presence of a surging mob, came to a sudden halt in sheer surprise. The squad "slowed down” at “Where’s the jail ?” asked Lambert of his-subordinate. “Round there behind the next corner, sir, where the bell is.” Three or four prominent citizens came strolling' out of the saloon near the post, office, their hands in their pockets and quids of exaggerated size in their cheeks. The boil, under the impulse of unseen hands, was still vio iently ringing; otherwise an almost Sabbath stillness pervaded the town of Tugaloo. At the corner lay a gaunt quadruped, blood trickling from its nos trils and from a shot-hole in the side— sole indication of recent battle. The .■'ail door stood obliquely open to the de clining sun. The barred windows were tightly closed. “ ‘Put a stop to anything they’re at’ ” repeated Lambert to himself. “But what arc they at? How on earth can I find out?” Like (hose of the jail behind it the windows of the little meeting house were dosed, and apparently boarded up from within. The double doors in front were tightly shut and decorated in one or two places with bullet holes. The bell kept up its furious din. “Ham mer the door with the butt of your rifle,” said the lieutenant, annoyed to see that such of the populace as began to appear were looking on in unmistak able amusement. “Guess they’re all down in the cellar, lieutenant,” said a tall civilian. “Want any of ’em? Beckon they'll come up ’f you’ll tell Squire Parmelee to shout. Don’t seem to see him, though.” And the grinning countryman was present ly joined by one or two of his friends. Lambert simply did not know what to fhake of the situation. Sergt. Mc Bride was going around hammering at ont shutter after another and mutter ing about “darned fools inside.” A cor poral with two men had explored the two rooms of the primitive building used as a jail, and now came out to say there was nobody there, which seemed to tickle the fancy of the rallying pop ulace. Still the bell kept up its deafen ing clamor and Lambert was waxing both nervous and indignant. The ab sence of the civil officers of the law— the deputy marshal or sheriff—ren dered him practically powerless to act. He could not pitch into the people for standing around with their hands ini their pockets and looking amused. There was nothing hostile or threaten ing in their manner. They were even disposed to be friendly—as when they saw Lambert take a rifle with evident intention of battering in the door, they shouted to him in genuine concern: “Don’t do that, lieutenant. Those fel lows will be shootin’ up through the floor next. The squire’ll be along pres ently. Let him do it.” Presently the squire did come, still “white about the gills,” as a sergeant muttered; and him Lambert angrily ac costed: “What do you want us to do, Mr. Parmelee? We’ve been here several minutes with nobody to report to.” “I s’pose my poor fehows are mur dered to a man,” cried Paimelee, sliding off his mule and handing the reins to a soldier, who coolly transferred them to the nearest post. “Can’t you make ’em hear, McBride?” “Not if they’re all dead,” answered the sergeant, disgustedly, “Which corpse is pullin’ the bell rope?” At this unfeeling remark the populace again began to lough. “Oh, you’ll pay for this, you fellows 1” tremblingly shouted Parmelee to the grinning group across the street. “If there’s law in Washington and power lo back it, you’ll ketch hed.” “Wliawt’s been the matter, squire?” asked a citizen, soothingly. “Ain’tany body hurt, is there? I ain’t heard nothin' cf any row.” Jtrarmeiee pointed to the carcass of the mule and to some significant shot holes at the corner. “I s’pose you’ll deny shootin’ or hearin’ any shcotin’—next.” “Shootin’? Shootin’ round hyuh? Why, doggone ’f that ain't the queerest thing! I thought I heard somebody pullin’ off a pistol awhile ago. Don’t you remember, major? I reckon ’twas you I was talkin’ with at the time—I said there was a shot fired. P’r’aps that’s what killed Potts’ old mule out yuh.” “For heaven’s sake, man,” muttered Lambert, “stop that infernal bell and your own jaw. Can’t you see they’re just laughing at you?” And Parmelee evidently did. “My God, lieutenant! they’ve mobbed the jail, let loose three of the worst scoundrels ever went unhung, and killed the officers of the law. They ought to be arrested right here—every one of them—'stead of standin’ there insultin’ the United States government. If Capt. Close was here he’d have ’em in in less than a minute.” “He’ll be here presently, if you want any arresting done. Meantime, the only row is that which your people seem to bo making. Can’t you stop that?” Parmelee looked helpless and de spondent. “Somethin's got to be done,” he said, “or these rebels’ll ride right ) over you. Why, every man you see’s had a hand in this jail delivery. We had ! ! ;v:;: t great trouble ‘restin’ those three } scoundrels: the marshal's been after j ’em a month, and he ought to have met us here, ‘s I telegraphed him. We fetched ’em here ut four o’clock thir mornin’, an’ not a soul in Tugaloo knew anything about it, an’ the soldiers ought to have stood by us until the marshal came. ’Stead of that, they went on to camp and left us nil alone, and just as soon us these people found out who were jailed an’ saw we had no soldiers to guard ’em, why, I couldn’t do nothin’. They just took my horse and—they'd have hung me, I s’pose, if I’d been fool enough to stay. I just ’scaped with my life. You’ve just got here, lieutenant, j You don’t begin to know what a hell- , holAHiis is. These people are the worst kii^Hf rebs. Capt’n Close—even he " clPfc’t b’lieve it, but I reckon he does now, after the tongue-lashin’ them fel lers gave him—” But Mr. Parmelee’s description of the situation was Interrupted by the com ing of Capt. Close himself. Dressed ] precisely ns when Lambert had last seen him at camp, with no more sem blance of rank or authority than was to be found In a weather beaten pair of shoulder-straps on his cheap flannel blouse, without sash or sword, but with a huge army “Colt” M rapped about his waist, the commander of the company came strolling around the corner of the jail, looking curiously about its door and windows as though in search of signs of the recent affray. * “Thought you told me they’d shot the door into tooth-picks,” said he. “I don’t see no signs of bullets.” “Come round here an’ you’ll see ’em. I wasnTgoin’ to let my men be shot like cattle in a pen. I got ’em out o’ there soon’s we saw the crowd a-comin’.” “Then you didn’t even show fight— didn’t even attempt to hold your prison ■ nrs?” exclaimed Close, in high dudgeon. "Why, great Peter! man, your birds just walked out without anyone’s helpin’ ’em. You and your cowardly gang walked off and let ’em go; an’ they’ve taken our mule. That’s the worst of It —taken our mule to replace that dam carcass there, that b’longed to the father of one of the boys you brought in this mornin’. He told the truth bout it then, when he rode into camp an’ said your posse had shot hiB mule an’ threat “Hianar lb* door with the butt of your rtflo. cned to shoot him. What sort of a sand heap were you raised on, anyhow? Why, ’f a baby in the town I come from had shown as little grit as you and your folks have, its own mother would have drowned it in the mill-raee.” The effect of this unexpected tirade was remarkable. The knot of civilip.u listeners, who had come to get such fun out of the situation as the circum stances would permit, and who had been indulging in no little half-stifled laughter, were evidently amazed at this new side to the Yankee officer's char acter, and stood silent and decidedly ap preciative listeners to his denunciation of the luckless Parmelee. The soldiers, who had for some month3 been tasting the comforts of military service under civil control, and trudging all over Chittomingo county,day in and day out, on the mysterious mission of “serving process,” were evidently tickled that, their commander should at last have seen for himself what they had more than half suspected all along—that Parmelee was an arrant coward, who had held his position and made his record for efficiency in enforcing the laws only when a big squad of regulars was at his back. iVH ior uamuen, wnuse soie Knowl edge of affairs in the south was derived from the accounts published in the northern journals and inspired a> nost without exception by “carpet-bag” poll ticians, and who fully expected to find himself pitted against a determined ar ray of ex-confederates engaged in the slaughter of federal officials, white and black, the young New Englander be gan to look upon the whole affair as another practical joke devised by his new associates simply “to test his grit or gullibility.” This, at least, was his first impression, until the sight of the main body of the company swinging into the square under command of the first sergeant, and another look at Close’s burning brown eyes and Parme lee’s hangdog face convinced him that so far as they were concerned there was no joke. But how about the chuckling natives now augmenting their number every moment? Certainly there could be no doubt as to the contempt they felt for “the squire,” as they facetiously termed Parmelee, or the ridicule which Close’s appearance had excited until he had well-nigh finished his denunciation of the civil officer. Then for an instant there was almost a ripple of applause. They watched him ns, in his uncouth, ill-fitting, unsoldierly garb, the com mander rtrode angrily back and be gan searching the wail and window shutters of the jfail for signs of bullet marks. Meantime, gradually recover'ng cor , P, th'1 . c;.<-~ , \■ - ^BLACKWELLS «cmiiNK V» DURHAM v Tom will tad mm oompoa taskU Mth two ommeo tag, I mmd two compoma ImaUU ueh I dim* mom tag of Btaok* I will Duitam. Bmjr > bap of Ihli celebrated toboaoo { mad rood tbo oompoa—whleh |t<« m Hit of Tmlmmblo prop ■ data mad bow to pot them. lar of the moetihg-liouse began to par ley. The bell ceased ringing, and hum ble voices were heard asking who were outside. A brusque order in Close’s gruffest tones to “Come up out of that hole and Account for your prisoners,” seemed to cause unlimited joy. There was sound of unbarring doors and scrambling on wooden stairs, and pres- ; ently the portals opened an inch or two and cautious peeps were taVen. The sight of the blue uniforms was enough. The defenders, white and col ored, to the number of six, dusty but uninjured, came gladly forth into the afternoon sunshine. “By gad, fellows, we had hard work stand in’ off that crowd till you oome,”‘began the fore most , another of the Parmelee type. “There must ha’ been half Chittomingo county in here, and the bullets flew like—” ' But here a guffaw of derisive laughter from across the street, the crestfallen face of 1'armelee, and the quizzical grin on the sun-tanned features of the sol diers, put sudden check to his flow of words. There stood Close, glowering at him. “Flew like what, you gibberin’ idiot? The only bullet-hole in the hull square that hasn’t been here for six weeks is the one in that wuthless mule there. You dam cowards ran for shelter an’ let your pris’ners loose; that’s plain as the nose on your face. I don't care for the pris’ners—that’s your bus’ness; but what I want’B our mule. Lieut. Lambert,” he continued, addressing his silent junior, “I’m as ready as any man to fight for the flag, but for six months now I’ve been sittin’ here furnishin’ posses to back up these fellers mokin' arrests all over the country, because them was my orders. I haven't seen a nigger abused. I haven’t seen the uniform insulted. I haven’t seen a sign of kuklux; nothin' but some contra band stills. I’ve obeyed orders an’ helped ’em to moVe arrests of people I don’t personally know nothin' nbout, an’ you see for yourself they dnsn’t lift a hand to hold ’em. I’m tired o’buckin’ up such a gang of cowards, an’ I don’t care who knows it. March the men back to camp, air. I’m goin’ after that mule.” VI. With the going down of that even ing’s sun Lieut. Newton Lambert had finished his first day of company duty in the sunny south, and found himself commanding the temporary post of Tugaloo. The responsibility now de volving upon him was the only thing that enabled him to resist an almost overwhelming sensation of depression and disgust. Marching at route step back to cnm]>, he had held brief and low-toned conference with Sergt. Burns and learned something of the circum stances that led up to the events of the day. “Old man Potts,” said the ser geant, was a character. He owned a place half-wny over towards Quitman and so near the county line'that nobody knew whether he rightfully belonged to Quitman or to Chittomingo. When he was “wanted" in one he dodged to the other. Two of his sons had been killed during the war, and the two younger were prominent both as citi zens and “skylnrkers,” for “there was no mischief or frolic going on they weren’t mixed up in.” Sergt. Burns didn't believe in kukluk thereabouts, but the colored folks and the deputy marshals did, and so the soldiers were kept “on the jump.” Old man Potts had “cussed” Parmelee off his place two weeks previous, but had ridden in to Quitman and reported himself to Brevet Lieut. Col. Sweet, commanding the two-company garrison there, and said any time he or his boys were “wanted” just to say so and he would come in and account for himself and them to an officer and a gentleman, but he’d be damned if he'd allow that sneak Parmelee on his premises. Then he had had high words with the marshal of the district himself. His boyB had harmed no one, he said. They were full of fun, and perhaps of fight—he wouldn’t own ’em if they weren’t; but they did not belong to the kuklux—if there were anything of the sort around there at all—and they Only fought when interefered with. They might have expressed contempt for Parmelee, but that wasn’t law-breaking. The marshal told him that very serious al legations hod been laid both against him and his boys, as well as against friends with whom they forgathered, and warned him that arrest would fol low if more “outrages” occurred; and the result was that only the interfer ence of Col. Sweet prevented a shoot ing scrape on the spot. Ever since then Parmelee had had some one watching the movements of Potts and bis boys. There was a young lady over (To be continued,) Pacific Short Line -HAS THE BEST TRAIN SERVICE -IN NORTHERN NEBRASKA Through Prolgfat aad hiuipr Mu TO ALL POINTS. . If you are going on a trip or Intend chang ing your location, apply to our nearaat agent, or write to W. B. McNIDBR. 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