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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (March 6, 1902)
♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ | Aiv Americaiv Nabob, j jt A Remek.rkak.ble Story of Love, Gold a.rvd j ? Adventure. % '♦ - t t By ST. GEORGE RATHBORNE X -♦ ♦ ♦»♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦»»♦♦♦♦ ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ Copyright, by Strut ft Surra, New York. CHAPTER XIII.—(Continued.? “If one falls the other takes all, binding himself to carry out those small favors that are on the list. Senor Jack, my brave friend, everything is yours. I brought you power, now riches beyond the maddest dream of any human being on earth. Your fu ture lies before you. In good time, when it pleases you, return again to Dondon, there to punish and reward. But, amigo, sometimes when perhaps surrounded by happy scenes, let mem ory carry you to the lonely grave of your comrade in arms far away under southern skies, and drop a tear to Marrajo, who met a soldier's fate.” Jack was affected almost to tears, so that he could only squeeze the hand he held in his. The presence of the Dread Rider upon the White Horse is always sombre, and never more so than when by violence he snatches the life of a sturdy soldier upon the field of battle. “One last request, Senor Jack. Prom ise that you will some day send a force of men hither to remove my poor bones to the consecrated ground of San Jose cemetery. It will give me satisfaction in the last minutes of my life.” “I swear it,” declared Jack stoutly. The general pressed his hand. He was growing fainter; his eyes assumed a far-away stare; again his mind wandered to earlier scenes in his tempestuous life, and he gave orders to his army; called upon the enemy to surrender, uttered endearing phrases to some lovely woman, whose face haunted him at this the closing hour of his career; and then addressed wait ing spirits, '/horn he seemed to see hovering near. Who dares to say it was only imagination? Then came the death rattle, the rigor that stiff ened his stout frame, and all was over. As Overton knelt there above all that was mortal of his genial old friend, mentally renewing the vow he had taken with the general, it seemed as though the scroll of time were un rolled, and once again he looked back to the hour of his awful humiliation and despair, when the woman he loved betrayed him for gold, and gave her self for life into the keeping of his rival, whose foot had pressed the lad der of fame and fortune. "It is Destiny,” he said solemnly. “I pleaded with high Heaven to grant this one request. The wonderful op portunity has come, and now—to my work!” BOOK THREE. The Modern Monte Crlsto. CHAPTER XIV. The Marquis of Montezuma. It was lovely June, and London shel tered at least a million and a half of visitors within her gates, for the great est jublilee the world has ever known was in progress, to celebrate the end ing of sixty years' reign on the part of the beloved sovereign, Victoria. Among the millions who gazed upon the marvelous spectacle, none occu niofl a mnrp mmmnmiinp' nnsltinn thn.n a gentleman of distinguished appear ance, who seemed to control several of the best windows in the second floor of a famous hotel in front of which the procession moved. His manner seemed cold and re pressed,' as though his heart were not in this scene. Indeed, at times he ap peared gloomy,, as might a man bowed down with heavy cares. Among those who speculated with regard to the identity of this mysteri ous guest of the fashionable hotel were a couple of gentlemen seated at the window of an office further down the street. One of these was no other than Cap tain Maurice Livermore, the famous traveler. His companion was a club man, who pretended to do a little busi ness for the looks of the thing, which accounted for the office in the Strand. “Come, tell me who that fellow over yonder may be? He seems to lord it like a prince of the blood. From wrhat part of the world does he hail?” ask ed the captain. “Some weeks ago,” said his com panion, “he burst in upon London like a comet, and in two days the talk of the town was nothing but Don Juan de Overton, or, as some have called him, the Marquis of Montezuma. "His wealth is aflirmed to be with out limit, and in this day that is an x assertion which can be said of few men; but Don Juan spends money like water, and his extravagances have ca6t. poor Barney Barnato quite in the shade, while even Dumas’ Monte Cristo is hardly in the swim. “It has even been given on strong authority that he has a personal for tune of over twenty million pounds eterling.” The captain raised his hands to ex press surprise. “Jove! Have you met the Marquis?” “Well, I have had that pleasure,” complacently. "Then some day when the oppor tunity arises, make me acquainted with this remarkable Spanish-American na bob, this modern Croesus, whose touch is gold, like that of mythical Midas." ■ “Willingly. You like to study man, and in him you will find a puzzle worthy of your metal.” ; “Well, find a chance to bring me into touch with this American nabob. I never saw an American—yes, there was one, uui lie nanny eouuis—wnii whom I was not able to get upon, fa miliar and Intimate terms on short notice. Somehow they seem to like me. I notice you have a marine glass on the wall among those yacht prizes and burgees. Would you mind hand ing it over? I would like to have a closer survey of this man. Why, bless my soul, the windows are empty, nor can 1 see any sign of him in the apart ment. Your marquis has made a move at last, Langford.” When the marquis left the hotel he was gradually pushing along, when among the slow moving vehicles he noticed a hansom containing two ladies, one of them young, the other middle-aged. The marquis stood there, unmindful of the good-natured shoves of the crowd, seeing nothing but the charm ing countenance of the younger lady. ‘‘At last!” were the only words that came from between his white teeth, as the vehicle passed on. Then, with a cynical smile upon his face he once more joined the onward surge of the crowd. Half an hour later he shook himself free from the rolling billows, and en tered a narrow court, by means of which he was enabled to reach a street leading to the poorer regions. Suddenly he paused before a house, a shabby looking affair, where a dirty little paper in the windows announced that apartments were to be let. Some Quixotic notion seemed to possess him, for he gave a quick look up and down the street, laughed a little harshly, as though in judgment upon his contemplated action, and then boldly sounded his knuckles upon the door. A frowsy woman opened it. ‘ 4 V mi hoirn i*nnma fnn liim m oiIq tyi asked the marquis, in the best of Eng lish. She was rather appalled at the ap pearance of such a “howling swell," as she was inclined to consider a fashion ably dressed gentleman, and very humbly answered that it was true, though surely none to suit his lord ship. “I am not so certain of that,” he replied quickly, “for I am looking to find a sky parlor for a friend of mine, a painter, who will furnish it at his convenience.” The woman's face grew brighter. If it was an attic the gentleman was looking for, she did have one va cant; it had even been occupied for a season by an artist, who was pleased to say the light was exceptionally good. She led the way to the attic and the marquis followed. From object to object he glanced, and upon the yawning aperture, yclept a fireplace, his gaze seemed to linger longest. With a calm voice he inquired the price of the attic, and upon being told immediately paid three months’ rent in advance. Then he seemed desirous of being rid of her presence, and expressed a desire to bo left alone for half an hour. So the woman went below to relate itxiiy siuues kjl tut; rnute uuuuuiui whom she had unwittingly entertained, and boast of the new artist lodger who was to occupy one of the attic rooms. And the stranger in London stood there in that upper chamber, motion less, evidently overcome by memories that crowded upon his mind. As he stood, musing on the strange and remarkable vicissitudes of for tune, he heard a footstep dragging wearily up the stairs, and thinking it was the landlady, he did not move. Then a door was closed, and he heard a key turn in the lock. Some person had entered the adjoin ing room, probably a counterpart of the one he occupied. Yes, there could be no doubt about it since he now caught voices. Unconsciously the marquis listened. Evidently something had given him a great shock, for his attitude betrayed this, as he stood there, with one hand half raised, his head bent sideways, and evidently intent upon hearing what was said beyond the thin parti tion, while to himself he was mutter ing: “Marvelous, indeed—the hand of fate. After two weeks of searching through half of London, and now to discover her by chance—to occupy the adjoining room. Ah! this is kind, in deed; but one of the many favors with which I have been blessed by an indul gent fortune.” As he listened, he discovered to his dismay that there was a sound of low Weeping in the next room. He heard a window lowered, which struck him as singular, as the air was very close on this balmy Jubilee day. ‘Ts there no escape, dearest?” said a voice that seemed half muffled by the bed clothes, and yet one knew instinct ively that it belonged to an aged wo man. “None, whatever, Aunty. We have endured everything that mortal can on earth. There is nothing left for us but this one resort,” came in a low, quavering voice that somehow caused intense emotion to pass over the mar quis’ face, possibly because the speaker was a woman and in trouble. “Then God forgive us!” said the cracked voice, very reverently. “Hush, Aunty, dear; say no more, have keyed myself up to the desperate or you will unnerve me Just when I pitch. Happiness was never meant for me; doomed to always sup with pov erty. Kiss me again, Aunty. Soon I will come and lie at your side, where your arms can enfold me; dearest arms that have so many times crushed me to a loving heart.” The marquis was strongly shaken— for a man whose untold millions were the wonder and marvel of Lombard street, to be thus brought face to face with the direst poverty, was a rude shock. Suddenly he became aware of the fact that some noxious gas came to his attention. He sniffed at the charged air suspiciously, and decided on the in stant that it was the fumes of smold ering charcoal. Then the dreadful sig nificance of what he had heard, the prayer for pity and forgiveness, the gradually dying murmur of voices— good heavens! It meant the desperate, poverty-stricken wretch’s last fling at outrageous fortune, the sole relief from gnawing hunger and corroding care— it meant suicide—while he lingered and planned those whom he would have helped might have crossed the grim divide that bordered the shadowy land of death! CHAPTER XV. The Turning of the Tide. Whatever may have been the mys tery of his past life, the marquis dem onstrated the fact beyond all perad venture that he was a man of action, able to meet an emergency as it arose and overwhelm it. One leap and he was outside the door of his attic room—another took him to that of the adjacent chamber, from whence had come the murmur of voices. He tried to open this, but wa3 baf fled—then he remembered, having heard the key turned in the lock after the entrance of the dejected miniature painter. He threw his full weight forward, in such a manner that the impact was something tremendous. There was a crash, and the door flew back. Into the chamber darted the mar quis, holding his breath, for the deadly fumes of the wretched little charcoal stove were almost suffocating. His first move was to throw up the window, thus allowing a current of pure air, at least as good as this sec tion of London could boast, to sweep through the chamber, a draught being formed by the open door. Next he picked up the pitcher of water standing on the box and dash ing it over the smoldering charcoal, effectually wound up its miserable part of the tragedy. To the bed he hastened. The women lay there wan and mo tionless—indeed, his first thought was that he had come to the rescue too late, and that death had already claimed his victims. Picking up the younger one in his strong arms, this resolute man of ac tion bore her to the window, and laid his burden down where the incoming current of air would fall upon her face. Then he went back for her older companion. Her eyes were open, though she seemed to be speechless—evidently she had partially covered her head with the bed clothes and thus in a measure escaped the full result of the smoth ering sensation. Again he hurried to the side of the form at the window, bending oh, so eagerly over her, and scanning her pinched face for signs of returning animation. The flutter of an eyelid, a low sigh, a slight movement of a hand—these were enough to tell him the joyful tidings, and when he had assured him self of this fact, a faint, but fervent “thank God" came from the bearded lips of the man. (To be continued.) IRISH BURIAL PLACES. Strong Desire of All to Be Bnried with Their Ancestors. The Irish are very particular as to where they will be buried. It goes without saying that they want to be interred in consecrated ground: but they also wish to be laid with their own in the ancient hallowed spot where their ancestors for many a gen eration have been put to rest. Each family has its burying-place, and whenever a member dies—unless it be beyond the seas or at some insuper able distance—he is brought to Ik. buried with his sires. Hence, it is that funeral processions are oftentimes seen to wend their slow way past many a wayside churchyard to some far-ofi burial ground, because it is there that for many and many a generation the forefathers of the deceased have laid themselves down for their last long sleep.—Rev. C. O’Mahony in Dona hoc’s. Fanny Things That Escape. W. J. Arkell complains that most really funny things happen outside ol the comic papers and don’t get round ed up and brought in. One morning he was at the telephone in his office apparently having trouble of his owr. trying to communicate with some body: "What? Speak up! Can’t understand a word! Say, give me that all over again, please!” Then he turned to those about him and said: “I’ll bet the wires are crossed again This telephone service is getting worse and worse.” Another fruitless effort and then i sudden light broke in upon him: "Well, that’s the limit! Do you know what's the matter with the wire! The fellow at the other end that’s try I ing to talk to me stutters."—New York . Times. j E EDUCING THE DUTY. SOME ASPECTS OF THE CUBAN SYMPATHY QUESTION. Ought We ta Injure Domestic Agricul ture Because of Conditions for Which the Overproduction of Sugar Through out the World Is Alone Responsible? The Washington press dispatches of February 3 tell of conferences be tween President Roosevelt and mem bers of the House committee on ways and means in which the President is reprttsented as having made some progress toward impressing upon the Congressional conferrees the necessity for consenting to some reduction of ' the existing rates of duty upon Cuban sugar and tobacco. To what extent this executive pressure has been or is likely to prove successful we are not at this writing advised, but it is well known that the strong protectionists of the ways and means committee have been subjected to such pressure. It is also well known that the President is so firmly convinced of the need of doing something sympathetic for the Cuban sugar and tobacco Interests that he has in view the sending to Con gress of a special message on the sub ject. It is not unlikely that the Presi dent would prefer to reach in advance an understanding that would make »uon a message unnecessary, and at the same time remove all danger of an open rupture on the question of the Cuban tariff concessions. To ar rive at such an understanding and avoid such a rupture is on all accounts desirable. In urging the protectionists in Con gress to forget for the time being the rightful claims of the agricultural In terests of the United States, the Presi dent is doubtless actuated by warm and honest sympathy for the distressed planters of Cuba. Is he not, however, asking protectionists to forget that if there is any honest claim on the part of Cuba against anybody, it Is against the world at large and not against the United States? The low price of raw sugar to-day is the result of the very large product all over the World, and not the result of any relations between Cuba and the United States. Protec tionists have a right to urge that this fact be not lost sight of when the sugars of Europe in competition with Pis product. It Is a pretty good rule o And out wbat Mr. Havemeycr wants :o do and then not do it.—Seattle Post Intelligencer. Fataro Vtlu*. Said Governor Cummins of Iowa In Ilia Inaugural address: “Reciprocity that takes without giv ing is an idle dream and a contradic ;lon In terms, and If Its scope embraces pnly non-competitive products It Is of little future value in the economy of the nation." That is exactly what the Free-Trad ?rs think. In their estimation the free admission of non-competitive prod ucts is u mockery and a delusion and not reciprocity at all. The only re dproclty which suits them Is the kind which lets down the bars and Invites he competition of all the world, even :he partial displacement of domestic abor and Industry by a limited ad nisalon of lower priced foreign com petitive products does not please them, rhis Is only "partial reciprocity," ind “partial reciprocity," they :ell us, “is (only) a step toward free ;rade." Good enough as far as it goes, put it falls far short of the thing noped for. They agree, however, with 3overnor Cummins that reciprocity which "embraces only non-compett ;ive products is of little future value n the economy of the nation.” Future ^alue to whom? To foreign produc "in. i cd, ii icv i. id ^icvioci^ miHt wvw tree trader means. Is It what Gov ?rnor Cummins means? Has he fig ured out the "future value” to our country of taking from foreigners an Increased quantity of articles which we can make, are making, and ought Jo continue to make, oura’lves? Is He > Fm-T»»S«rT Democratic newspapers' are greatly pleased at some of the things contain sd In the Inaugural message of Gov ernor Cummins, Iowa’s new executive, rhey are patting him on the back with i degree of strenuousness that ought to jar him into wondering whether he really said such a smart thing after ill when he declared that "Protection Is established for man and not man tor protection.” Considering that Gov irnor Cummins calls himself a Repub lican and a protectionist, does he know what he meant when he said that? We don’t, and we don’t believe ho does. We have an Idea that he was HOW TO AVOID ANOTHER TUNNEL DIASTER. s. What we want to do Is to keep out of the Free Trade tunnel, and it 1b for the American voter to guard the switch. When the Free Trade League tries to obstruct the track and wreck the industrial train we must be ready for them at every turn. Eternal vigilance is not only the price of liberty, but of permanent peace and prosperity. question of Cuba’s ‘‘claims” is under consideration. They have a right to urge, moreover, that unless the Re publican parly stands up squarely for the principle of protection, let it lead where it may, we shall always be con fronted with an agitation similar to that which preceded the enactment of the Wilson bill with its attendant devastation and ruin to our domestic business interests. If we are going to repeat the Ha waiian experiment we shall not come off as well as we did then, for that was a little affair, and this will be a big affair, and one that will grow greater every year. We will commence by losing for the United States a great deal of honest money which belongs to it, and end by destroying an industry which for the lirst time and after many struggles is in a position which seems likely to produce valuable re sults. These are things which ought to be duly weighed before the protec tionists of the ways and means com mittee before they consent that their deliberate judgment be broken down by executive pressure. In He Willing? President Havemeyer, of the sugar trust, is hostile to the tariff on raw sugar. This, mind you, is all in the interest of the poor consumer. Mr. Havemeyer finds that 185,000,000 a year could be saved to these people by the abolition of the duties on sugar; and these, he is Bure, the country, with an overflowing treasury, does not need. How unspeakably gener ous. Now there is one question which the country is anxious that Mr. Have meyer should answer. Is he willing that the duty on refined sugar should be abolished along with that on the raw article? The people do not use the raw, but the refined product. Therefore, if it is their interest that we are to consider, it is the duty on refined sugar that must go first. There is no question about the position of the philanthropist who wants to kill the sugar planting Industry and the beet sugar industry in this country ivhcn it comes to admitting the cheap just trying his hand at phrase making. If so, he is "not so much.” He was simply paraphrasing what somebody said long ago about the Sabbath being made for man and not man for the Sabbath. “Is Governor Cummins a free trad er?” asks the Buffalo Courier. We think not. He is merely a protection ist temporarily off his base. He’ll be all right when he wakes up from his dream of adding another to the list of Iowa'B great statesmen. It W# On. Before we make the farmers pay Cuba something, would it not be well to see if we owe, and then if we do owe pay it ourselves, out of our own treasury, and see that the right people get it? Banana* by the Million. How largely the toothsome banana and the festive eocoanut enter into the dietary of the American people may be judged by the fact that the United States Fruit Company alone, during the past year, distributed in the United States and Canada, ap proximately no less than 17,600,000 bunches of bananas and 13,500,000 co coanuts, in addition to other tropical fruits. Sixty ocean-going steamers were engaged exclusively in the ba nana trade. Estimating not over 180 good ba nanas to a bunch, these figures show an average consumption of more than twenty bananas each for every man, woman and child in the United States, and a few million extra for good boys and girls. But an attempt to divide up the cocoanuts per capita will probably get us into trouble, for, while the bulk is enormous, it means only one eocoanut to every half-dozen persons, eaough for all perhaps, if the division was made on strictly equit able principles. Land Free from Snakes* The Saldwich Islands resemble Ire land in their freedom from snakes. One species only Is known, and that is not common. Mtthsdi af Cruu taptntln. (From Formers' Review Stenographic Report.) At the recent meeting of the Illinois dairymen, Oscar Erf of the Illinois Ag ricultural Collage, spoke on the dif ferent methods of cream separation. We present In condensed form some of his remarks: Since the Introduction of the cream separator the question naturally oomes to many dairymen whether it pays to buy a centrifugal separator when they can get one of the cheap gravity sepa rators for less money. The so-called dilution method of separating cream from milk Is an old process that long since fell into disuse. But now and then it Is brought to the front again by men who want to sell dilution cans. These cans differ some in detail, but have all the same principle. The milk is diluted with an equal quantity of water and permitted to stand for a short time. The sklm-mllk is then drawn off at the bottom and is sup posed to leave the cream. From re sults of tests at the Illinois Agricul tural College and from the results of tests at other colleges It may be stated that milk set in the ordinary way will give as good results as when these di lution cans are used. There are four methods of cream sep aration: separator, deep setting, dilu tion, and shallow pan system. The value of these systems is first separa tor, deep setting, dilution, and shal low pan setting. The centrifugal sep arator system is the best of all. Q.—What about the calves and pigs in the places where they are using the dilution separators? A.—I am afraid they are getting some pretty poor stuff for food. O.—In runnimr small senarators where are we most likely to lose cream? A.—In the hand machines It Is likely to be lack of speed. The speed should be good and should be uniform. The trouble that the one that runs the ma chine starts off at a good speed, but soon gets tired, when the speed falls off. Then, too, a man natnrally push es forward and downward on the crank handle, but does not pull under and up as hard or as rapidly. Even with a hand separator, It Is better to have some power to run It rather than to depend on the human hand. Q.—What kind of power would you use? A.—I like the gasoline power, but if you have a common engine It will be JuBt as good. With the gasoline en gine, you can start It at any time. You do not have to stop to build a fire and get up steam. I think the gasoline en gine has that advantage over the steam engine. Q.—Do not gasoline engines give ir regular speed? A.—No, sir; not now. The old-fash ioned ones did, but the new ones are improved to such an extent that some of them are used in the production of electricity for lights, where the power has to be very steady. Q.—Why would It not be a good plan to use some kind of a time-keeper on the hand separator; especially at the beginning? A.—I think that would help if you could persuade a man to keep his eye on the pendulum; but there is the trouble. Q.—Have you had any experience with the tread power? A.—A tread power Is a good thing If you have a good animal to run it. But you have to teach an animal be fore he Is of much value In this way. We find some difficulty In getting one trained. We have found a hull a good animal for this use. Sheep are not very regular. ' -. 1. I Rnlalnt Early Iambi. From Farmers!’ Review: My ex perience and observation convinces ms that the small farmer that is well lo cated near a city and fixed with proper buildings, warm, with south exposure for cold weather, and who will go at it in a business-like way, can make plenty of money in raising early mar ket lambs. A man should not keep more than he can care for and feed aright. He should choose some good mutton breed. The Southdowns have proved to be the best in most places and are the best sellers. However, great things in this line are claimed for some of the other breeds. Private trade is a great thing in early lamb marketing. Wherever possible the lamb raiser should engage his lamb crop to some fancy hotel. Then raise for your customer good fat South down lambs that will delight his pa trons, and he will be your good buyer next year.—Chas. J. Stuckey, Cham paign County, Ohio. » - - Making Buckets. The latest craze among fashionable women in New York is basket making, it has entirely supplanted lacemaking, bookbinding, leather work, and some kindred, occupations, which but a short while ago were so popular. All the up-to-date girls are either making bas kets or talking about it—generally, both, of course. Some excuse them telves by saying they are learning bow In order to “teach the poor;" others simply take up the art be muse it is the novelty of the hour and is considered "the” thing to do. Waited Opportunity. "And what do you think is the cause }f your remarkable longevity?” asked :he reporter. “I think,” said the centenarian, “that 't is because 1 have all my life abstain 3d from the use of tobacco.” "Did it ever come into your head.” jut in the hale and hearty octogena rian, who sat contentedly chewing In .he next chair, "that if ye’d done the jther things ye might have been & '.10 years old by now?”—Washington rimes.