iiKN’L OFFICIAL DIRECTORY STATUS. ..Silas Holoomb 'outenunt Governor...•••J- K arris ^secretary of State......Ws.l. Porter State Treasurer...John B. Meserve State Auditor.John F. Coruell SUltc AUUItOr.... <>•<«•••••» ^ . Attoruey General. .t. •Attorney general. .vi Coui. Lauds and Buildings.• •• ••[• \ ■ Wolfe Sunt. L’ubllc Instruction.W. K. Jackson HF.GENTS STATE UNIVERSITY. Ohas. H. Gere. Lincoln: Leavitt Burnham, Omaha; J M. Hiatt, Alma; E. P. Holmes, Pierce; J. T. Mallaleu, Kearney; M. J. Hull, Edgar. Representatives First District, J. H. Strode Second, H. D. Meroer, Third. 8. Maxwell, Fourth. W, L. 8tark, Fifth, H. 0. Sutherland, Sixth, W. L. Green. CONGRESSIONAL. Senators—W. V. Allen, of Madison; John M. Thurston, of Omaha. JUDICIARY. Associates."t.O. Harrison and T. L. Norvall . FIFTEENTH JUDICIAL DISTRICT. judge .X. F Klukald, of O Neill He porter.J. J. King of O Nelli judge.W. H. Westover, of ltushv lie neuorter.• 'On Maher, of Rushvlllv, LAND OFFICES. O'NEIMn ttAirifliQi1 ■■ .John A. Harmon, iteeoiver......... . .. . ...Elmer Williams COUNTY. ..Geo McCuteheon Cierk oi the District Court .. Deputy..“■ Mulleu iSSSrr.::..'.v::.v.VriamHi^o ....Bill Uethea UeuutV..Mike McCarthy -m«riH ' .Chas Hamilton Li mm tv::::.u'^m Xu pt. of Schools.. VV. H. J acksou Assistant. W.^sej} Coroner. surveyor... j, vtioruey... Y “ .M. F. Norton Butler HU PER VISORS. FIRST DISTRICT. Cleveland, S..ud Creek, Dustin, Saratoga. Itiiek Falls uud Pleasant view ;J. A. Uooercsoii SECOND DISTRICT. Shields, Haddock. Soott, Steel Creek, W11 uwdale and lowiv-J. 11. Hopkjus. TlIIltD DISTRICT. Uutttan and O'Neill— dosses Campbell. FOURTH DISTRICT. Ewing, Verdigris andDelolt—L. C. Combs Firm DISTRICT. 'Chambers, Conlov, Lake, WoClure and luman—8. L. Conger. SIXTH DISTRICT. Swan. Wyoming, Fairvlew, Francis. Green Valley, Sheridan and Emmet—0. W. Mobs. SEVENTH DISTRICT. Atkinson and Stuart—W. N. Coats. oil Y OF (yNEILL. ’ Supervisor, E. J. Mack; Justices, B. H. Benedict and 8. M. Wagers; Constables, Ed. McBride and Perkins Brooks. OOUNCIL1IEW—FIRST WARD. For two years.—D. H. Cronin. For one year—C. W. Hagenslck. SECOND WARD. For two years—Alexander Marlow. For one year—W. T. Evans. THIRD WARD. For two years—Charles Davis. For one year—E. J. Mack. CIT* OFFICERS. Mayor, II. K. Murphy; Clerk, N. Martin; IreitKurer, John McHugh; City Engineer John Uorrisky; Police Jutnre, H. Kauumun; thief of Police, P. .1. Blglin; Attorney, Thus. Cailou; Welghmaster, D. Staunard. 4?. \\V GRATTAN TOWNSHIP. Supervisor, R. J. Hayes; Trearurer. Barney ..icGreevy; Clerk, J. Sullivan; Assessor Ben Johrlng: Justices, M. Castello . and Chas. Wilcox; Constables, John Horrlsky and Kd. McBride; Road overseer dlst. 8(1, Aden Brown cist. No. 4 John Enright. . -OLLIERS’ RELIEF COMNISSION. \ Regular meeting tirst Monday in Febru ary , following services. , i KTUODI8T CUU11CU. Sunday li services—Preaching hi:JO A. M. and h:uO M. ■" .. '■ *. services—a rcuvimi*. M. Oias.w No. I ti:SJu a. M. Class No. ‘J (ftp worth Leatfuei 7:00 P. M. Class No. a (Child ittaHj U:UJ p. M. Mind-week services—Genera] prayer meeting Thursday 7:00 l‘. M. All wi'l f e made welcome, espoclullv strangers. E. T. GEORGE. Pastor. , i A. It. POST, NO. SB. Thu Gen. Jol.u • O’Neill Post, No. btt, Department ot Ne* hraeka G. A. H., will meet the lirst and third Saturday eveuinir of each month in Masonic hall O’Neill 8- J- Smiih, Com. t^LKHOBN VALEEV LODGE, I. O. O. F. Meets every Wednesday evening in Odd Fellows’ hall. Visiting brothers cordially Invited to attend. „ W. H. Mason. N. G. 0. L. Brioh*. Sec. Garfield chapter, r. a. m Meets on first and third Thursday of each month In Masonic hall. n „ W. J. Dobrs Sec. J. C. Habnish, H. P ROF P.—HELMET LODGE. U. D. . Convention every Monday at 8 o dock p. m. in Odd Fellows’ hall. Visiting brethern oordially invited. _„ _ Arthur Ooykkndali., C. C. E. J. Mack. K. of B. and 8. 1 O’NEILL ENCAMPMENT NO. 80.1. O. O. F. meets every second and fourth Fridays of each month fn Odd Fellows' Hall. CHAS. Bright, H. P. H. M. Tttdey, Scribe III DEN LODGE NO. 41, DAUGHTERS Jjj. OF REB.KKAH, meets every 1st and dd Friday of each month in Odd Fellows’ Hall, Agnes T. Bentdby. N. G. Doha Davidson, Bee. Garfield lodue, no.95,f.&a.m. Regular communications Thursday nights on or before the full of thejmy°g;1NO w M Harry Dowling, See. HOLT*CAMP NO. 1710.M. W.OFA. 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. 153. Meets second • and fourth Tudsday of eaoh month In Masonic hall. _ „ ,,, O. Bright, Bee. 8. B. Howard, M. W. LNDEPENDENT WORKMEN OF AMFIUCA, meet every first and third Friday of eaoh month. Geo. McCdtchan, N. M. J. H. Welton, Sec. POSTOFFICE DIRCETORY Arrival of Malls V. E. A M. V. R. R.—FROM THE BAST, day,Sunday included at.9:40 pm FROM THE WEST very day, Sunday included at.10:04 am PACIFIC SHORT LINE. Passenger-leaves 10:01a. m. Arrives 11:55 p.m. Freight—leaves 9:07 P. M. Arrives 7:00 p. M. Daily except Sunday. _ O’NEILL AND CHELSEA. Departs Monday, Wed. and Friday at 7:00 a m Arrives Tuesday, Thurs. and Sat. at..1:00pm O’NEILL AND PADDOCK. Departs Monday. Wed. and Friday at. .7:00am Arrives Tuesday, Thurs. and Sat. at. .4:30 p m O’NEILL AND NIOBRARA. Departs Monday. Wed. and Frl.at....7:00 a m Arrives Tuesday, Thurs. and Sat. at.. .4:00 p m O'NEILL AND CHHMIN8VILLE. Arrives Mon.,Wed. and Fridays a .. 11:30 p.m Departs Mon.. Wed. and Friday at irtlO p.m [Copyright, it$4, by J. B. Llpplncott Company.] XI. At ten o’clock that dark and gloomy Sunday night Mr. Lambert stood in front of his tent, leaning on his sword and listening in silence to the confer ence going on between his commander and the civil oflicers of the law. Close had come home in high dudgeon, and was, as usual, slow and cautious, but more than usually reluctant and suspi cious. Fuming over the failure of the mission on which he had started so confidently, believing himself “tricked by the enemy,” and now offered ample revenge and assured of success through the information tendered him, he never theless faltered. Lambert, returning from the round of his sentries, was taken unawares by the sudden question; “This gentleman says the old lady | knew just where we had gone and just when we would get back. What do you think of it?” “It’s a matter I know nothing about, sir,” was the answer, “except that she did say she was writing a letter to be given you on your return this evening, and instantly corrected herself by say ing on your return.” “Yes. Here’s the letter, by Jove, and it’s a worse puzzle than before. And here’s the deputy marshal back with increased powers, new orders, search warrants, and God knows what all. I’m 'frilling enough to back you in deal ing with men, Mr. Parmelee,” said the captain, turning again to the eager civilian, “but the lieutenant has had these sentries posted 40 minutes and there hasn’t been a sound. I don’t want any searching of a house that holds nothing but women, because you think some of your jail birds are there—” “I tell you, captain, there’s no room for doubt. The negroes have seen them. They told Mr. Jarvis, here, and told him the mules were to be there be fore ten o’clock to carry ’em off out of harm’s way. Your man Murphy admits he saw one last night—one of the Scroggses, sure, by the description, and his brother is with him there, I'll bet a hat.” “I don’t believe it,” sturdily answered Close. “Only last August she turned Walton Scroggs away from her door with such a tongue-lashing as I never heard; an’ that's saying u good deal. She forbade him ever setting foot with in her gates again. I heard her: so did half the men in this company.” “I know all abou t that. He has been in love with his cousin, the elder of the Walton girls, as long as I can remem ber, and because of his shiftless habits the old lady wouldn’t listen to it. Then, they took to meeting by stealth, and she found it out. She discharged old Rasmus for no other reason than that he carried letters for them. I’ve tried to bribe him twice to tell where Wal Scroggs was hiding, but the old nigger’s a damn fool—with a starving wife, too. They tell me he was seen round here a day or two since, asking for Riggs, and he's been carrying letters again. The old lady wouldn’t have him there before, perhaps, but she would shelter him now, when the government de mands his surrender. But, even if she wouldn’t, Esther Walton would. I tell you they’re there, captain, and they’ll be off and out of our reach this night if you fail to take them now.” Close was pulling on a soldier’s over coat at the moment, and stopped to listen to some sound down the dark re cesses of the “bottom” along the wind ing stream. “It’s the mules now!” began Parme lee, excitedly, but Close held up a warn ing hand. “If it is, my men will nab ’em, that’s fill. Now you’ve been the means of my takin’ the men on more’n one long wild goose chase afoot—that telegram of yours was enough to give the whole scheme away—and of my bein’ invited to be damn fool enough to fight two duels this afternoon. Both Col. Scroggs and Mr. Barton Potts, by thunder, want me to go out and be shot because I pre ferred to satisfy myself Mr. Wal Scroggs wasn’t in the old Gibson place, ’stead of takin’ their word of honor for it. There’s a sick lady there who was scared of Yankee uniforms; but I’d rather search all Tugaloo and Quitman and hell together than rout out old Mis’ Walton to-night. They can’t get out past my sentries. They’re sure to be. nabbed if they try. Let ’em try, I say. It’s the easiest way to settle the whole, business. Then they can be arrested without disturbin’ anybody in the house.” nut narmeiee was dissatisfied. He had been chaffed, jeered at, maddened over the escape of his prisoners. Two of them—the worst of the lot, so far as he could judge—were here now, within his grasp, if he could but persuade Close to act. He had still a card to play, and it was a trump lead. “I did send you a telegram steering you to Gibson’s, and I did it because the marshal himself so directed; for it was he who was sure that was where they had taken refuge. Scroggs and his precious kinsman, Potts, probably got warning in time to send their two refugees away, and now they’ve had the cheek to hide them here, right under your nose. Talk about the record you've mode us a preserver of the peace clown here; how’ll it read all over the north that, after being released from jail in the presence of Capt. Close's com pany, the worst of the gang—men un der indictment for murderous assault on United States officers in discharge of their duties—came and took up their residences across the road from Capt. Close’s camp and dared him to take them. That’s the way it’ll read,by God, if you don’t act to-night.” For a moment Close simply stared at t he man. Parmelee was no fighter, man to man, steel tOf steel; that the war vet eran knew well; but the Yankee school master of ante-bellum days had learned to use his wits and his tongue, lie could argue, if ihe couldn’t face a bullet. The stalwart soldier who,.single-hand ed. had captured a squad of astonished trench defenders before Vicksburg and had faced the blazing battle line with dauntless front a score of times, looked helplessly a moment into the face of this keen fencer, then turned appeal ingly to the young West Pointer, ns though to ask; “Isn’t there something in your education to answer this?” But Lambert was silent. From first to last the lesson taught him at the national academy was subordination of the mili tary to the civil authority. “Well, go ahead. You’re boss, I s’pose. I can only follow. What d’you want me to do?” said Close. “1 want you to search 'that house and get those men,” was Parmelee’s an swer. And then there was another moment of oppressive silence; then sudden start and alarm. Down the Tugaloo road to the south, nt the farthest corner of the fence which surrounded the Walton place, there was a pathway leading through the brush to the level “bottom” below. Somewhere in this direction, but be yond the corner, only a few seconds be fore. had been heard a sound like that of a bray nipped suddenly in the bud— of a mule’s essay a.t vocalism checked summarily with a club. At this point where road and pathway came together Lambert had posted Private Green, a reliable soldier of many years’ expe rience, and when Green challenged there was reason for it. Low and stern his voice was heard distinctly at the listening camp: “Who comes there?” followed almost immediately by the sharp order: “Halt! Halt, or I Are.” Waiting for no order, Lambert was oft like a dart, Burns following with n lantern. Again came the cry: “Halt!” but the promised shot was not heard. Even when running at speed past the gate of the Walton place, the young officer could not resist a quick glance at the. dark facade of the old homestead. Already a light was dancing along the portico, another gleaming at an upper window. “What’s the matter, sentry?” he panted, as he came upon the dark figure at the turn of the road. -Green, with his rifle at "ready,” was peering into the gap in the tangle of shrubbery. “Some one was coming up there, sir, and ran the instant I challenged. I ought to have let him get up to me and then halted him, but I had regulations instead of sense in my ■head,” said Green, a New Englander with a propen sity for talk. “He’s out o' harm’s way—” But Lambert waited to hear no more. With Burns at his heels he sprang down the dim pathway, and had not gone 30 yards before he came upon some strug gling object crashing into the brush towards the stream. “Halt!” he shouted, and, while something baited, other somethings, with muttered oaths, went plunging on. He heard a splash, hoofs clattering over gravel, the lash ing of a whip, and then all was still across the dark open space through which flowed the sluggish “branch.” But here among the bushes were two wondering quadrupeds, one a mule with broken bridle-rein, the other, as Burns* lantern speedily showed, a Cherokee pony—both saddled. A cor poral came running to join them,and in a moment the beasts were led back to the road way, where Close and Parmelee by this time stood ready to receive them. One glance was all the latter needed. “What did I tell you, captain?” said he, in triumph. “That is W«1 Scruggs’ own pony, ana t.ne master's niuing there at the Walton place.” Ten minutes more and a strange, sol emn scene was being enacted at the head of the steps leading up to that broad, vine-covered old porch, whose dingy white columns loomed dim and gltostly in the glare of lantern and can dle. The door was thrown wide open, and on the worn coping-stone, calm, dignified, erect, even though leaning heavily upon her cane, a lighted candle held high over the shimmering gray of her well-poised head, her stately, slen der form garbed in some dark clinging robe, stood the mistress of the house, the clear-cut, pallid face standing forth against the black background of the Faint your house (not red) but any color you want, and call on Hershiser & Gilligan when in need of paints. 45tf hallway like some exquisite cameo, the thin, sensitive lips quivering just a trifle at the drooping corners of her firmly-set, almost colorless mouth. In front of her, his brown head bared. Iris burly form nearly concealed in his light blue overcoat, un almost pleading look in his soft brown eyes, was Clcse, the hero of a score of battles. On his right, folded and formidable-looking documents extended in an unsteady hand, also with uncovered heud, stood Par melee, representing the majesty of the law. To the left of the commander and a pace retired, buttoned to the throat in the uniform of his rank and girt with sash and belt, stood young Lambert, obedient to orders. Behind them, and almost at the top of the steps, armed andequipped,&8ergeantandi nvo soldiers of the guard. Back, farther down the steps, stall others were grouped, the fixed bayonets gleaming in the light of the two lumps, one held by the amazed woman at the threshold, the other swinging from the gloved hand of the sergeant of the gti.ml. “What you say, siT, is absurd—impos tible. At no time, under no circum stances,” Mrs. Walton was saying, “could the gentleman you name be se creted in that room." “Madam," replied Close, his deep voice trembling, “nobody can feel more sorry about this than I do. I’d rather go through the whole war over again than be here on such an errand to night, but—a soldier must obey his or ders. I saw him, madam, at ihnt win dow. These gentlemen saw—" “Gentleman! Gentlemen, sir, never would connive at such an outrage, "i hat. is my daughter’s room—Mies Esther Walton’s.” Dead silence for a moment, solemn and impressive indeed, for Close tinned helplessly to the supporters on his right, unable to face such majesty of confidence and conviction, unable to say the words that could sound only like insult intensified. It was i’armeJee whose sense of duty rose superior to exalted sentiment. “Madam,"1 he began, stepping for ward, “these papers are full warrant for my action. I know two men to be seqreted here. I, too, saw one at that window', and the law must take its course.” “Stop!” she cried. “I have said that was my daughter’s room. One of your party, at least, has the appearance of a gentleman. Lieut. Lambert, is it possible that you—that any graduate of West Point—can stand here and per mit such outrage as this? Would you allow your sister's room to be searched for—oh, my God! nothing we have had to bear was comparable to this. I give you my word of honor no such man is, or has been—” But she got no further. Out from the dark hallway, with bounding step, tall, slender and utliletic, sprang a young fellow with the warning cry: “Mother! not another word.” She strove to check him as he pushed his impetuous way past her. With a wail of anguish unspeakable she threw aside her cane and seized him by the' arm. Down went the candle sputter ing to the floor. “Floyd—Floyd! Oh, my boy, what have you done?” she moaned, and bowed her gray head upon the broad young shoulder. And then, with just a touch of the melodramatic in his bearing, the youth folded his arms and stood erect before the astonished group of officials. “I reckon, gentlemen, I’m the man you want.” Close looked at him in bewilderment, then turned ’ to Parmelee, whose face, whether through fear or excitement, was twitching nervously, and who stood' staring blankly at the stranger. From the hallway came creeping hur riedly forth a girlish form, misery in the streaming eyes and disheveled hair, and Katherine Walton threw herself upon her brother’s arm. sobbing con vulsively. “Hush, Kate,” he whispered, in almost stern reproach. “Hush, child. Go back to your room;” and though now he enfolded his mother in the em brace of his left arm, he strove to free the right. But Katherine would not go. And still, though here apparently was the Sought-for prisoner, no man stepped forward to claim him. Officers and men, the nocturnal visitors looked blankly at one another, at the stricken group upon the threshold, and were silent. Then with sudden gesture, as though he could no longer bear the strain, the young man broke loose from Kath erine’s clinging arms, and, gently un clasping his mother’s hands, once again addressed himself to Close: “I say, suh, I reckon you’ve oome for me. I’m ready to go with you at once.” And them, with wonder and relief in their faces, with sudden check to sobs and tears, mother and sister lifted up their heads and stared at the embar rassed officer. Lambert gave vent to an audible gasp of delight, for Close, turn ing slowly upon the silent and aston ished deputy, and with a world of sup pressed wrath in his deep tones, growled forth: “You’ve got no warrant for this gen tleman. I never saw him before in my life, and never heard of him as being mixed up in any trouble. This is young Mr. Walton, isn’t it?” he suddenly in quired of the stranger, over whose pole face a look of bewilderment was creep ing, and who for a moment seemed un able to reply. It was Mme. Walton who, with quivering, ashen lips and with hope, fear, yearning, anguish in her eyes, found voice to say: “This is my youngest son, suh— Floyd Walton. “You say,” she continued tremulous ly, “you have no warrant, no cause for his arrest. Then in God’s name go, and leave us in peace. I am not well; and on my word of honor, no other man is hidden—” _— “Mother! Hush!” A door hastily opened within—the door leading to the room to the left of the entrance, the room at whose window Close and Parmalee could swear they saw the dim figure of a man peer ing forth as they entered the gate. A heavy footfall resounded through the (To be continued.) KIHGSFORD’S . m OSWEGO CORN STARCH MOST DELIOIOUS OF ALL PREPARATIONS FOR Paddings, Custards, Cakes & Blanc Haags, FOR 8ALB BY ALL FIRST CLA88 GROCERS. f A"’, ■■ w3m TP m who is Raising a Bio Crop rrilltfi tbit the hsrvest is '■ ’■■' J comprehends not only the growing of the tallest grain—the most tons* of hayi the best fanning—the farming that para must contemplate ,i».r-.*U:u5.j more than thlsi far there Is a harvest tune, and just in proportion aa a caved, successfully, speedily and economically, hi {oat that proportion may iv. ttu: :