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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (June 14, 1900)
Interesting Catalogue. Gullelmenslan, the student catalogue at Williams college, grows more elab orate and interesting with the years. It has particular value for all gradu ates this year because portraits and sketches of all the members of the fac ulty are given. Of the men who were teaching in the institution thirty years ago only President Carter and Dr. Bacon remain. London is twelve miles broad one way and seventeen the other, and ev ery year sees about twenty miles of new streets addd xo it. LIKE MANY OTHERS Clan Kopp Wrote for Mrs. Plnkitam’s Ad vice end Tells whit it did for Her. “ Dear Mrs. Pinkham :—I have seen SO many letters from ladies who were cured by Lydia E. Pinkham's remedies that I thought I would ask your advice in regard to my condition. 1 nave oeen doctoring lor four years and have taken different pat ent medicines, but received very little benefit. I am troubled with back ache, in fact my whole body aches, stomach feels sore, by spells get short of breath and am very nervous. Men struation is very ir I regular with severe \ bearing down pains, \ cramps and back ache. I hope to hear from you at once.”— IRA Kopp, Rockport, Ind., Sept. 27, 1898. “I think it is my duty to write a letter to you in regard to what Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound did for me. I wrote you some time ago, describing my symptoms and asking your advice, which you very kindly gave. I am now healthy and cannot begin to praise your remedy enough. I would say to all suffering women, * Take Mrs. Pinkham's advice, for a wo man best understands a woman's suf ferings, and Mrs. l’inkham, from her vast experience in treating female ills, can give you advice that you can get from no other source.' —Ct.ara Kopp, Rockport, Ind., April 13, 1899. St. Patrick was voted into the cal endar of saints in the English prayer book recently by the convocation of York. SPECIAL EXCURSION TRAIN to DEMOCRATIC NATIONAL CONVEN TION Held in Kansas City, July 4th. The Omaha & St. Louis R. R. will run a special train, leaving Omaha Union Station July 3rd, 8 p. m., Council Bluffs, 8-15 p. m„ arrive Kansas City July 4th, 7 a. m. Trains consist of sleeper, coaches and chair cars. Round trip rate from Omaha, $5.80. Round trip includ ing railroad fare, 4 days sleeping car accommodations while in Kansas City, j $8.00. Black silk hat and badge, $3.00. All > those joining this excursion will have no trouble in gaining admission to the Con vention Hall. Sleeping car berths should be engaged at once. Ask your nearest Ticket Agent or write Jno. E. Reagan, Secy. Douglas County Democracy Club, No. 509 Brown Block, Omaha, or write Harry PI. Moores, C. P. & T. A.. 1415 Farnam St., (Paxton Hotel Block). Oma ha, Neb. A good test of homekeeping is the quality of the coffee. Good Housekeeper* use “Faultless Starch” because it gives the best results—at all grocers, 10c. It is hard to find a man who thinks he is worse than he really is. Throw physic to the dogs—if you don't want the dogs—but if you want good digestion chew Beemun’s Pepsin Gum. There’s nothing sharper than a wo man’s tongue. Hinder Twine at Low Price*. If you want a special inside price on binder twine, cither Sisal, Standard or Manila, cut this notice out and mail to Seaks, Roebuck & Co. (Binder Twine Department), Chicago, stating about how much twine you will require and how soon you will want it, and they will save you money by quoting you a price that will either secure your order or compel the party who supplies you to sell to you at a lower price than he otherwise would Shaw 1* a Socialist. Bernard Shaw is best known in both Engand and America as a writer of brilliant plays and witty dramatic and musical criticisms. But the biggest part of his work, if not the best known, is his writing on questions of political economy; for Mr. Shaw is a Socialist and a leading member of the 'Fabian society. Gold Medal Prize Treatise, 25 Cta. The Science of Life, or Self-Preservation. 865 pages, with engravings, 25 cts., paper cover; cloth, full gi.t, $1, by mail. A book for every man, young, middle-aged or old. A million copies sold. Address The Pea body Medical Institute, No. 4 Bulfinch St., Boston, Mass., the oldest and best institute in America. Prospectus Vnde Mecuin free. Six cts. for postage. Write to-day for these books. They are the keys to health, vigor, success nnd'kappiness. Prices of food in Frieos’ Chinatown nearly doubled. “Unconscious Plagiarism.” A recent victim of a case of appar ently unconscious plagiarism is the author of a story sent to one of our magazines some time ago. After his story had been accepted he picked up another magazine, and there was his story, with precisely the same plot, told by a writer he had never met. There was just time for mm to send word to the magazine that had accept ed his contribution to have the story taken from the form. Two hours later he would have been too late. Only “Burlesque’' Bear. Among the events announced in a burlesque program issued by Columbia college students for some field athletic games next month was a beer-drinking contest. When several cnurches and religious bodies had expressed their horror at this the students explained that the advertised contest was just as much of a joke as “throwing the sackhammer,” “hitting the bushshot” and other items on the same program. > 1 .GUILTY 25 | » " INNOCENT? % * * “ « ^ ^ -r* ^ * ' % tBy AMY BRAZIER. & % &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& CHAPTER VII.—(Continued.) The doctor, in answer to his unspok en appeal, goes with him to the hall. "Are they going to arrest me?” George whispers hoarsely, looking grey and haggard. “Yes, they’ve got a warrant! George, you are innocent, aren’t you?” “Yes, I am innocent,” he returns, in a dull sort of way. “My poor mother, you’ll stand to her, doctor?” “George! oh, my son!” His mother's arms are round him. She has heard every word. Her voice is full of agony—an agony that is like a sword in her heart. “Mother, my poor mother!” The man’s face works as he holds her to him tight. “God bless my soul!” shouts the doctor, “what are we coming to when a man like Saville can act on a trumped-up pack of rubbish? My dear Mrs. Bouverie, don’t let this worry you, it jte all a wretched mistake! George, man, say you can set it right!” There was no shame in the eyes of George Bouverie. A kind of proud light leaps into them for a moment; then he puts his mother gently into the doctor’s arms, saying softly: “Whatever happens, believe I am in nocent.” Then he turns to the ser geant. “Now, then, I am ready to go with you.” Mrs. Bouverie does not see the crowning act of disgrace as her son walks out of his own home a prisoner into the goodly light of the setting sun. She has fainted, and lies back with closed eyes, unconscious of the young golden head, that, for the first time in his life, George bows with sname. tie gets up on me tar, wuu lips and a stony face. His eyes are fixed and show no wavering. And, be fore night falls, all Portraven stands at its doors discussing the bank robbery and the arrest of Mr. Bouverie; while the cashier lies in his lodgings, and turns his face to the wall, a limp heap of shuddering humanity. His landlady hurries to tell him that Mr. Bouverie has been taken. Mr. Grey only shivers and buries his chat tering teeth and leaden face in the bed clothes. It is Doctor Carter who, with tears in his eyes, breaks to Mrs. Bouverie the terrible intelligence that her son has been brought before the magis trates and committed for trial on the charge of robbery and murderous as sault. “He never did it,” sobs the old man; “but it looks very black against him. Poor lad! He wouldn’t say where he got the money he was wiring off to that scoundrel, the bookmaker, and that went dead against him; and that fellow Grey stuck to his story. He swore it was George who attacked him —he swore it through thick and thin. On the face of evidence like that the magistrates had nothing to do but send the case for trial; but I can’t believe it of George—I can’t indeed!” Yet the doctor is wavering. Facts are stubborn ngs and honorable men have become thieves and crimi nals before now. Mrs. Bouverie lies worn out with grief and anxiety. “Would I had died for thee, my son!” she moans, as David did, and can take no comfort. Her boy, her idol, sent to prison, condemned already in the eyes of the world. Yet her faith has never wavered. George said he was innocent, and God in His own good time will make that innocence clear. “Then there was that awkward bit of evidence about the chloroform,” the doctor goes on, examining and sifting every bit of evidence. “Dale, that chemist, swore that George had bought that chloroform for the de struction of a diseased cat.” “That was true.” Mrs. Bouverie lifts her heavy, tear-wet eyes for a second. “Yes; but George couldn’t say he had used the chloroform, and that told against him. Saville jumped at that point.” “My poor cat aiea. bne was a pet, and she was caught in a trap. To spare my feelings, George said he would give her chloroform. She was dead before he got back from Port raven, and afterwards he said he had thrown the bottle away. Oh, Doctor Carter, you know my boy is innocent! These hideous doubts must he dis solved! I feel so weak, so heartbroken, so friendless!” sobs the poor lady; “and my poor George was so happy just before this happened—engaed to Barbara Saville, and looking forward to going out to Tasmania.” The doctor draws a long whistle. “That accounts for the milk in the cocoanut—that sour-visaged Saville means to marry the girl himself. It is as plain as daylight now. That is why he is so dead against George!” Mrs. Bouverie clasps her trembling hands and bows her grief-stained face. “George in prison! Doctor Carter, God only knows my agony! My poor, poor boy, weak as he may have been, but criminal never!” Doctor Carter tries to comfort and console her. “There, there, let it come to a trial; I have secured Jarvis for George. If any man can ferret out the truth he can, and we've not long to wait. The assizes are In a week or two. By the by, did you bear that Philip Saville is j dead in Tasmania? He was killed— kicked by a horse; and that poor girl Barbara will only have to turn round and come home again. I met Sebas tian on his way to send her a tele gram.” “Poor child, poor Barbara! and she was to have married George!” sighs Mrs. Bouverie. “So she will, so she will,” Doctor Carter says abruptly. In his heart he thinks: “That poor lad will get his live years as sure as God made little ap ples; and Barbara isn't likely to stick to a man with the taint of prison on him!” CHAPTER VIII. The assizes are going on, and the county town is full of barristers and attorneys; and all interest is centered ! on the Portraven bank robbery case, l'or the man to be tried is a gentleman, a member of one of the oldest families in the county. Mrs. Bouverie is staying in the same hotel as the judge who is to try her son. She will stay near George to the last; and Doctor Carter, fuming and fussy, has taken up his quarters at the Royal Arms too. He is beginning to lose heart. The evidence is so dead I against George, and the great counsel engaged can wring nothing from the silent lips of the prisoner. With a sad, stern face of George confronts him, but refuses to speak—refuses to account for the money that had been in his possession that day. He will make no defense whatever, beyond declaring his innocence. His counsel is in despair. Without doubt the jury will bring in a verdict of guilty. worn out with great anxiety, Mrs. Bouverie lies on a sofa in a private room of the hotel. In the garden be low the windows great bunches of li lacs scent the air, and the light breeze rustles the golden sprays of laburnum; but the mother’s eyes see them not. She can only think of her boy within the cold, gray walls of the jail waiting for his trial. Mr. Saviile is in the town too, with a look of satisfaction on his face; also Mr. Grey, the cashier, who, they say, has never recovered from the shock of the assault on him. He starts at every shadow, and looks a miser able, haunted individual. In vain Dr. Carter tries to persuade Mrs. Bouverie not to attend the trial. It will only be needlessly distressing, he urges. And his inmost conviction is that George will be found guilty. Mrs. Bouverie is firm. “My place is beside my son,” she says, struggling for calmness. So the warm spring days go by, with the world flooded with sunshine, and every field and tree in its new dress of vivid green, everything bright and beautiful; only the stern, unhappy face of the man awaiting trial, while moth er prays to Him who pities this sor rowful sighing of the prisoners, tak ing her trouble to the foot of the cross and laying it there. Oh, the shame, the misery, and the pity of it all! And the day dawns for the trial of the bank robbery. Dr. Carter makes one more desperate effort. Mrs. Bouverie, you are not strong enough to stand this. I promise to send you word every half-hour as the case goes on. Besides, it would only dis tress poor George to see you.” “Dr. Carter, you mean well, but I must go. I will be very brave,” Mrs. Bouverie says, looking at the doctor’s kindly face with eyes that are dim with tears and want of sleep. “It will kill her, poor soul!” Dr. Carter says, half aloud. Crowds are flocking to the court house. It is an exciting case. The counsel retained for George is in the depths of despair. He cannot see the chance of an acquittal unless some wonderful evidence turns up, which is not likely, at the eleventh hour. Mr. Grey, the cashier, is prepared to identify George Bouverie as the man who attacked and drugged him. The case is not very exciting after all. In vain Mr. Jarvis cross-examines Mr. Grey; he sticks to his statement without wavering. Limp and ghastly looking he is, but firm; and yet he never once looks at the pale, set face of the man in the dock, who holds his golden head up bravely. Once once, when the judge says: “Edward Grey, look at the prisoner in the dock. Do you swear that is the man who attacked you in the Portrav en bank? “Then only the witness looks for a second into the steady eyes of George Bouverie—eyes that look true as steel. “That is the man,” he says,with such conviction that George Bouverie’s counsel groans. Mrs. Bouverie sits immovable, her hands in her lap, a small, pitiful figure crushed to the earth with a sorrow that is so terrible and so strange. Mr. Saville, with an assumed air of reluctance, steps into the witness box, but every word he utters tells dead againBt the prisoner. It is he who brings to light George Bouverie’s financial difficulties and racing pro clivities, and the jury prick their ears, and into their twelve intelligent faces comes a look that shows they have found out the reason why. There is not one of the 12 good men and true who has the faintest doubts of their verdict when Mr. Sebastian Savllle, ! still with the manner of one having done an unpleasant duty, steps down from the witness table. George gives him one look—a look of deep and bitter anger and contempt. Mr. Dale, the chemist, adds his quota to the mass of evidence, and the chlor oform is accounted for. The crowd of persons listening to the case come to the conclusion that George Bouverie must be a very wick ed young man indeed, in spite of his noble figure and kingly head. He is nothing belter than a common thief. And public sympathy goes with the bank clerk, whose nervous system has been shattered. Truly it had been a bold robbery in deed, and an example should be made’. To walk boldly into the bank, choos ing a moment when there was no one present but the cashier, and to imme diately chloroform him and make oft with a hundred pounds was the act of a villain! Dr. Carter's face grew longer and longer as the case proceeds. Mr. Jar vis makes but a lame defense. Mrs. Bouverie turns an agonized face on the doctor, and whispers, with white lips: “It is going against him, and yet he is innocent.” Dr. Carter is trembling visibly. "Let me take you away, Mrs. Bou verie. My dear lady, bo guided by me. I’ll let you know the Instant it is over." But she shakes her head, her poor, sad eyes seeing only the figure in the dock, the man with the handsome, miserable face, that gets paler and more desperate as the case goes on. He glances at his mother once, w!th a world of sorrowful pity In his gaze, and his self-control deserts him for a moment. The judge is summing up, and every sentence, every clear,cutting word tells against the prisoner. It is a scathing speech, in which the Jury are entreated to lay aside any thoughts of the pris oner's position, of his youth, only to remember that a hideous crime has been committed; and he begs them to do their duty fearlessly, conscien tiously before God, and faithfully be tween the Crown and the prisoner at the bar. Sebastian Saville draws a long breath as the judge sits down. George Bouverie is as good as condemned; there is not a chance of an acquittal now. The jury file out of the box. (To be continued.) ANAGRAMS ON NOTED NAMES, Rome Transpositions Kxpregsing: Facts In Men's History. Anagrams that transmute the names of well-known men and women are often startlingly appropriate. What could be better in this way than these announcements, evolved from two great statemen’s names when the reins of power changed hands: Gladstone, G leads not!” Disraeli, “I lead, sir!” Quite as happy is the comment on the devoted nursing of Floi'ence Night ingale, whose name yields “Flit on, cheering angel.” Among those that are most often quoted we may mention Horatio Nelson, “Honor est a Nilo;” Charles James Stuart, “Claims Ar thur's Seat;” Pilate’s question, “Quid est veritas?” “What is truth?”), an swered by “Est Vir qui adest” ("It is the man here present"); Swedish Nightingale, "Sing high, sweet Lin da;” David Livingstone, “D. V., go and visit Nile;” the marquess of Ripon (who resigned the grand mastership of Freemasons when he became a Ro manist), “R. I. 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