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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (July 6, 1899)
44He That Stays Does the BusinessS' All the •worldAdmires "staying power." On this quality success depends. The blood is the best friend the heart has. Hood's Sarsaparilla is the best friend the blood e%>er had: cleanses it of everything; gives perfect health and strength. If you know a man to be a liar you can trade horses with __ him under standing^. JUS buys new upright piano. Srhmol ler & Mueller, 1313 Farnam St., Omaha. Last week the United States patent office issued 413 patents to Inventors ( _ of the United States, | and of thin number 122 ' sold a part or their en tire rights in their var ious patents before the same were issued. This would show that over | 25 per cent of the in ventors were successful In disposing of the whole or a pan oi their inventions. Amongst the largo concerns who bought these patents were the following: Avery Stamping Co.. Cleveland, O. Open Arc Electric Co., New York City. Bick & Haffman Co., Matcedon, N. Y. Blasius Table Slide Co., Watertown, Wis. Stirling Co., Chicago, 111. Foster Engineering Co., Newark, N. J. Reeves & Co., Columbus, Ind. Bankers Electric Co., Chicago, 111. Hoe Printing Press Co., New York city. American Graphaphone Co., West Virginia. Electric Signal Co., West Virginia. Universal Loom Co., New York, and many others. For information In re gard to patents address Sues & Co., Registered Patent Lawyers, Bee build ing, Omaha, Neb. The man who Is continually harp ing on his virtues has at least one vice. Any one sending us the names nnd addresses of 25 young people Inter ested in commercial education will receive our college weekly, “Head Light,” one year free. Address Rohr bough Bros., Omaha, Nob. A taxpayer says the numerous in vestigating committees make war an expensive luxury. The Western Mercantile Co. of Omaha are selling the best sisal or standard twine tie, nianila !>;!..c, delivered at, Omaha. Sat isfaction guaranteed or money refunded. Send in your orders before it is too late. Large doors swing on very small hinges. Cut Kates on All Hallways—V. II. IMilIhln Ticket Broker, 1505 Furnam, Omaha. A man who is full of faith is always faithful. Do Yonr Feet Ache end Dnrnf Shake into your shoes, Alleu’s Foot Ease, a powder for the feet. It makes tight or New Shoes feel Easy. Cures Corns, Bunions, Swollen, Hot nnd Sweating Feet. At all Druggists nnd Shoo Stores, 25c. Sample sent FREE. Address Allen S. Olmsted. LeRoy, N. Y. The more fickle a woman is the more It seems to hurt her when told of it. The possibility of driving the tramps from railroads is shown conclusively by Josiah Flynt in his article in the June Century. He tells of one great trunk line that has eliminated the evil by organizing n railroad police force which pays its way in saving property in freight cars from tramp thieves. Are Yon Coming to Outalin? Be sure to visit Hardy's, "The 99 Cent Store,” 1519 and 1521 Douglas street. Toys. Dolls, Fancy Goods, etc. It is not the length, but the depth of a life that tells. An Excellent Combination. 1 The pleasant method and beneficial effects of the well known remedy. Syrup of Figs, manufactured by the California Fig Syrup Co.,, illustrate the value of obtaining the liquid laxa tive principles of plants known to be medicinally laxative and presenting them in the form most refreshing to the taste and acceptable to the system. It Is the one perfect strengthening laxa tive, cleansing the system effectually, dispelling colds, headaches and fevers gently yet promptly and enabling one to overcome habitual constipation per manently. Its perfect freedom from every objectionable quality and sub stance, and its acting on the kidneys, liver and bowels, without weakening or irritating them, make it the ideu laxative... In the process of manufacturing figs are used, as they are pleasant to tne taste, but the medicinal qualities of the. remedy are obtained from senna and other aromatic plants, by a method known to the California Fig Syrup Co. only. In order to get its beneficial effects and to avoid imitations, please remember the full name of the Company printed on the front of every package. CALIFORNIA FIG SYRUP CO. BAX FBAX CISCO, GAL. , tOUISVILU. XT. mw YORK. X. T. Per sate by alt OnvsUU.'-Price 90c. per tMttla CHAPTER IV—(Continued.) “Is that all?” Miss Branscombe’s 'ook seemed to say, and her color came aack and the frightened look faded out if her eyes. I wondered what she had Ireaded. Another gravely-eaten dinner was scarcely over when my summons came. Miss Branscombc started to her feet with a suppressed cry, and passed swiftly from the room before me. "Only Mr. Fort, I was to say.” The autler hesitated, looking anxiously at Miss Elmslie. “I beg your pardon, ma'am, but the message was partic ilar.” "Poor dear child!” murmured Miss Elmslie, rising and looking helplessly it me. “What can I do It—it is too late, I am afraid.” “Will you leave it to me?” I said gently. “Perhaps I can persuade Miss Branscombe.” “Yes, yes,” she exclaimed, laying her trembling hand on my arm—“you will persuade her.” Those hours of anxious watching and enforced confidence had thrown down the barriers of unconventionanty, and made us more intimate than months of ordinary intercourse would have done. Both the elder and the younger lady turned to me in their loneliness and their sorrow; already I had taken my place as a friend with them. In the corridor outside the sick room Miss Branscombe was standing in the recess of a window wringing her hands and sobbing pitifully. “Mr. Fort," she exclaimed, “they will not let me see him! Tell him that I am here—surely they will not be so cruel as to let him die without a word to me at the last! And I was like his own child. I must—oh, I must see him again before-” -Sobs choked her voice. I placed her gently on the window seat. “If you will wait patiently for ten minutes, Miss Branscombe,” I said, “I will come back for you.” “And Charlie, my cousin,” she said —“you will not forget?” WWWVSAA flattered myself, soften the blow to M1s3 Branscombe, or at least I might give her an explanation which should mitigate her anger against myself, and account for what I dreaded she would regard as a breach of trust. But Miss Branscombe remained In visible. Her cousin reported that she was quite overcome by her grief, and would not as yet hear of consolation. The day, which had been brilliantly fine In the early part, clouded over toward the afternoon, and rain—a gen tle, balmy summgr rain—fell softly, but without Intermission. The change was more in unison with the spirit of the moment and the hushed silence of the darkened house; and as I sat In the library, busied with some writing for Miss Elmslie, the musical rythm of the raindrops, pattering softly down on the laurel and berheris leaves outside the open window, seemed to me like tears shed for a good man’s loss. Miss Elmslie came in and out with a hushed tread, and gave me instructions in a subdued voice, sometimes staying to talk of the dead man upstairs—of his virtues and consistent life, his trials and disappointments—and, at last, In natural sequence, of Charlie, the scapegrace, and of Nona, the child of Col. Branscombe’s youngest brother. “Poor Charlie!” she said, shaking her head. “He was always the one bitter drop In Harold Branscombe’s cup. He idolized the boy—such a beau tiful angelic-looking creature—he wa3 so like the sister poor Harold loved and never forgot—and he spared neither trouble nor expense in his edu cation. Charlie was to be the heir, to carry on the old name. And Nona— well, he had his hopes and dreams for the dear girl. But Charlie ruined all; he nearly broke poor Harold’s heart, and upset all his plans. Nothing could mend the boy; there seems to be a sort of mad fever in his blood—I don’t know where he gets it. He’s as wild to-day a3 he was six years ago. Only Nona—in her youth and inexperience, dear child!—clings to the hope of his 'MR. FORT,” SHE EXCLAIMED, ”T HEY WILL NOT LET ME SEE HIM.”1* “I have not forgotten,” I answered as I lert her. It was soon over. The Colonel had reached a further stage In the dark Journey, and the clergyman who sat by his side guided the hand which affixed a tremulous signature to the deed 1 had drawn up in the morning. It was the Rector and a young footman who witnessed the signature, and then the Colonel spoke—this time in a whisper. “Now—send her to me. Stand by her _all of you—she will—need it.” There were old friends—old servants there, but it was on my arm that Miss Branscombe leaned as she went to that solemn parting scene—I remembered It afterwards. It was a brief and agoniz ing farewell, for the sands of life were almost run out, and then the new mis tress of Forest Lea was borne insensi ble from the chamber where all that re mained of the brave old Colonel was only the mortal dust—the Immortal spirit had fled. ——————— t 1<r CHAPTER V. The first stage of my work was ac complished. and I might have returned to town at once, but I did not—I lin gered at Forest Lea through the next day. There were seals to affix to all the dead colonel's cabinets and draw ers; there were interviews with vari ous personages, and commissions for Miss Elmslie, which filled up my time and gave me an excuse for postponing my departure. The truth was that I could not tear myself away. I had a confession to make to Miss Branscombe which I could not force upon her In the first hours of her sorrow, and which nevertheless must be made. It was not likely that the secret of Col. Brans combe's last will would be kept.until the legitimate moment for its revela tion; the executor, the rector, must act upon his instructions, one of which was to exclude Mr. Charles Branscombe from the house. I might perhaps, I ever being better. All the rest of us have long since given him up.” ‘‘Miss Branscombe is attached to her cousin?” I ventured. “They have been like brother and sister, you know,” Miss Elmslie re plied quietly. "Nona cannot give him up. But there Is the dinner bell.” She seemed glad to change the conversa tion, I thought. Miss Branscombe did not appear at the dinner table. The evening was still wet, but close and sultry. Miss Elmslie and I took tea together in the large drawing room, which looked so empty and desolate now; and, while the gentle old lady babbled on of the stories of the house, I sat just behind the lace curtains at the open window, looking out over the lawn toward the encircling belt of shrubbery. It was a dark moonless summer night, and late enough now for the shrubs to show blackly against the pale sky-line. I had quite lost the thread of Miss Elmslie's somewhat monotonous talk, dreaming as I was of many things, with a pervading sense of vague pain and unrest new to my experience, and due perhaps to the melancholy scenes in which I had just taken part. Suddenly it seemed to me that a white shadow flitted across the bottom of the lawn toward the trees, and was lost in the darkness. Was it fancy? I wondered, looking intently toward the spot where the figure had disap peared. I was not subject to fancies of this kind, and I at once made up my mind to investigate the phenom enon. With an excuse to Miss Elmslie, I went to the hall for my overcoat, and, letting myself out by a side door, I made my way cautiously over tae grass to the spot where I had seen—or fancied I had seen—the white form appear and disappear. There was nothing but the shadows and the trees and the patter of the soft falling raindrops on the green leave.;. So my eyes, keen and sure as I had always considered them, had played me false. I turned back toward the house, taking this time one of two or three narrow winding paths within the wood. My footsteps made no sound on the damp grass-grown ground. All at once the perfume of a cigar was wafted toward me. Then I was not alone in the darkness; somebody else had a fancy for an evening airing—one of the gardeners or workmen, no doubt, on his way from some errand at the Hall. But the shrubberies lay in the front of the house, while the servants' offices were all, as I kncwr, at the back. And, besides, my educated senses told me that that cigar was of the finest quality, not likely lo be smoked by any but a connoisseur. The rector was a non-smoker, and no other neighbor would, I knew, have the entree to the shrubbery. My curiosity was thoroughly roused, and the instinct of my profession en listed in the discovery of the little mystery. Presently the sound of subdued voices—a man’s and a woman’s— reached my ears. Then I had not been fancy-tricked—some assignation of a tender nature had lured the flitting figure hitherward — a maid-servant from the house, no doubt. But the fine Havana? Well, that was no affair of mine; I would not at all events play the eavesdropper. It was in carrying out this laudable resolve that I turned into another path —a shorter cut to the house, as I be lieved, in my slight knowledge of the place. It must however have brought me nearer to the lovers, for now the manly voice was so raised that the subject of what appeared to be an an gry discussion only just missed meet ing my ears, and sobs from the female were distinctly audible. The course of true love was not running smoothly, I concluded, as I retraced my steps. At this moment the sobs ceased and a feminine voice took up the response, pleading, remonstrant, and I was con scious of a sudden shock which brought me to a standstill. The sweet, low tones were familiar to me—they were those of Nona Branscombe. Nona Branscombe, my ideal of inno cence and womanly purity, my imper sonation of Una, keeping a clandestine appointment at night—with her un cle’s corpse hardly yet cold, too; hood winking her chaperon with a pretense of illness and overwhelming grief! Oh, the shame and the pity of it! Oh, the shame and the pity! I did not'stop to ask myself why the blow should be such a crushing one to me—why a doubt of the innocence and goodness of Nona Branscombe should seem to make the world stand still, and plunge my whole outlook into dark ness; I hurried blindly back to the house, losing myself half a dozen times among the tortuous shrubbery paths and shaking the raindrops from the laden branches in heavy showers as 1 went. I had reached the terrace on which the side door by which I had quitted the house opened, my hand was on the lock, when another applicant for admittance glided out of the shad ows and stood by my side. (To be continued.) ' E’ DOG IDIOTS. Graphic Description of the Mongreh That Throng Constantinople. I never saw so much mud. such un speakable filthy streets and so many dogs as Constantinople can boast, but nowhere have I seen them described in a satisfactory way—so that you knew what to expect, I mean, says the Woman’s Home Companion. In the first place, they hardly look like dogs. They have woolly tails like sheep. Their eyes are dull, sleepy and utterly devoid of expression. Con stantinople dogs have neither masters nor brains. No brains because no mas ters. Perhaps no masters because no brains. Nobody wants to adopt an idiot. They are, of course, mongrels of the most hopeless type. They are yellowish, with thick, short, woolly coats and much fatter than you ex pect to find them. They walk like a funeral procession. Never have I seen one frisk or even wag his tail. Every body turns out for them. They sleep, from twelve to twenty of them, on a single pile of garbage, and never no tice either men cr each other unless a dog which lives in the next street tres passes. Then they eat him up, for they are jackals as well as dogs, and they are no more epicures than os triches. They never show interest in anything. They are blase. I saw some mother dogs asleep, with tiny puppies swarming over them like lit tle fat rats, but the mothers paid no attention to them. Children seem to bore them quite as successfully as i' they were women of fashion. Nature’s Influence on Man. From the Chicago News: “Nature exercises a wonderful and mysterious influence over men. Certain plants are poisonous to some folks and medicine to others.” “Yes, and my husband is always troubled with rheumatism when the grass begins to get tall upon our lawn.” __ l Prompt Reaction. “Oh, that horrid cat!” exclaimed the tearful young woman. “She has killed my beautiful canary! But the wings don’t seem to be injured a bit. They will look swell on my hat, won”t they, though?”—Chicago Tribune. Evidence of Greatness. From the Chicago Record: “So many great geniuses have been fat men.” “Well, sometimes It takes genius to earn three square meals a day." Those Who Would Solve a Great Question Must First Acquire Information. IS AN EDUCATIONAL ENTERPRISE First Greater America Exposition Offers a Splendid Opportunity to Study Our Colonial Possessions—Omaha, July 1 to November 1, 1809. The dominant purpose of the Great er America Exposition i roject is to bring the American people into actual contact with representative types of the natives of the Philippine islands, as well as those of Cuba, Porto Rico and Hawaii; and the products and re sources of their soil and industries; point out the commercial possibilities of a closer union, and afford the widest j possible information on every phase of the pending question of expansion. This it is proposed to do by compre hensive exhibits, not only from the Philippine islands, but from the other islands named. The first acquisition of colonial ter ritory by the United States was of such recent occurrence that this first formal ; manifestation of the chief characteris- j tics of these acquired lands is fraught j zens, who are equally earnest In com bating or upholding, with undoubted patriotic zeal, the contemplated nation al policy of expansion. As a matter of fact, few adherents of either side of this great controversy are adequately equipped with the knowledge best cal culated to lead them to a vise solution of the problem. While Americans are heatedly discussing the capacity or the Filipino for self government, or his adaptability to enlightened citizenship, none of us, with the exception of the few returning and heroic promoters of American arms and valor on far shores have ever seen a Filipino. Fourteen months ago most of us had never heard the name. Those who recalled their childhood’s lessons knew that there was somewhere, few knew just where, a group of sea-girt lands known as the Philippine islands; but it was the reverberating echoes of the valiant Dewey’s unerring guns that fixed in the American vocabulary the word Filipino. Aside from this pre-eminently in teresting and novel phase of the Great er America Exposition project, it is proposed to present the most compre hensive and instructive exhibition of American ingenuity, and industrial handicraft, ever attempted. The won derful perfection and economy of American manufacturing industry will be showm as never before, and in a charmingly interesting and instructive way, by means chieiiy of live exhibits, or model factories in actual operation and turning out their finest products, with every period of their mysterious ARCH OF THE STATES. with an importance not readily con ceived, but which must commend this enterprise to all thoughtful citizens who are patriotically bent on so solv ing every great national question as to best insure the progress and perpetuity of the republic. Never before did any great exposi tion project contemplate the enlighten ment of the people of the cuintry upon a question that so thoroughly occu pied and perplexed the public mind as does the question of national territo rial expansion. Upon th-; wisdom of the absorption by this lepublic of the fertile tropical lands wrested from Spain by the recent war. the greatest minds are divided, and their earnest contention finds its reflection in the apprehensions, perplexities, aspira tions and hopes of the humblest citi processes visible to the eye of the ob server. The Greater America project is unique also in that it is the first of its kind ever projected and carried to a conclusion without having first made heavy drafts upon public treasuries, and exacted large sums of the money of taxpayers without their individual sanction. It has asked no appropria tions from state or national govern ments, but its purposes have so com mended themselves that s> veral of the departments of the national govern ment have voluntarily offered the man agement such aid as was found possi ble in the collection and transporta tion and transportation of the propos ed insular exhibits which has material ly advanced the plans cf the manage ment. PRESS BUILDING. The Old Plantation at the Greater America Exposition at Omaha this summer will be a reproduction only in name of the same feature at the Trans Mississippi Exposition. The collection of darkeys will be larger and more representative of plantation life, and the habitations will be more pictur. esque and stable. It will be practically a new amusement feature. The cylorama at the Greater America Exposition, beginning July 1 in Omaha, will present a splendid scenic repro duction of the great battle of Mission ary Ridge. The floral adornments, in keeping with the colonial features of the expo sition, will be distinctively tropical, and thousands of the rarest treasures of the tropics have been and are being brought from afar to grace their sym metrical and scenic lawns, and parks, and buildings. There will be an elaborate and com prehensive representation of a Colo rado gold mine at the Greater America Exposition in Omaha this summer. It will be modeled in proportions never before attempted outside of the actual .work of mining.