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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 26, 1903)
UNtlLLliUbliNbSSDiKbLlOK'' |^H. BENEDICT, LAWYER, Offioe 1q the Judge Robert* building, north of O. O. 8nvder’s lumber yard, O NB1LL _NKB. R. DICKSON ATTORNEY AT LAW Reference First National Rank O’NEILL. Nte 3. 3. KIKG ATTORNEY-AT-LAW AND NOTARY -PUBLIC - Office opposite U. 8. land office O’NEILL, NEB. j^JARNEY STEWART, PRACTICAL AUCTIONEER. Satisfaction guaranteed. Address. Page. Neti j^R. P. J. FLYNN PHYOIAN AND SURGEON Office over Corrigan’s, first door to right Night calls promptly attended. M. P. KINKAID LAWYER Office over Elkhorn Valley Bank. O’NEILL. NEB, J. P. GILL1GAN, PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON, Office in Holt County Bank building Orders left at our drug store or at my residence first street north and half block east of stand pipe will receivt prompt response, as I have telephone connections. O’NEILL. • NEB SCOTTISH SHARON, OF GREYT WER 153330, Assisted by Imported KING TOM 171879. Both prize-winning bulls of the Pan-American, heads the Ak-Sar Ben home herd of Shorthorns. Young bulls for sale. J. M. ALDERSON & SONS, Chambers, - Nebraska. I C. L. BRIGHT | REAL ESTATE AND IN- j | SURANCE. : * Choice ranches, farms and town « ; lots for sale cheap and on easy 1 ; terms All kinds of laud busf- 3 ness promptly attended to. 3 ; Represents some of the be9t 3 ► insurance companies doing bus J iuess in Nebraska. 1 I Notary 'York Properly Executed j k .kkkkikkikkkkkkkkkAkSkkkkkkttkkkikkkkkkk***** 1? S.?.TcteMoofi speciatlies: eve. Ear. Nose and Throai Sp ctaclea correctly * tted and Supplied. O'NEILL. NEB. | F. J. DISHNER ~ SUCCESSOR TO A. B. NEWELL II REAL ESTATE 1 a O X’KIl.L NEBRASKA | t Helling ami leaning farms and ranches Taxes paid and lands inspected for non residents. Parties desiring to buy «v rent land owned bv non-residen's giv me a call, will look up the owners am procure hie land for you. O'Neill ^ Abstracting Go Compiles Abstracts of Title ONLY COMPLETE SET OF AH STRACT BOOKS IN HOLT COUNI ) O’VKII.L, X KB. HOTEL ^ VAN^ Enlarged Refurnished Refitted Only First-class Hotel In the City W. T. EV ANS, Proi U --- I AAAUtUAtAAUAUAlU •tAUiAUAAAAAUAiAAAAAAlAUU The New Market Having leased the Gaiz Market f and thoroughly ren vated the t same we are now ready to sup- c ply vou wiih choice Fresh and l Salt Meats, 11 am. Bacon, Fish. t in fact everything to be found [ in a Hirst-class market. We l invite your patronage : : : £ Leek & Blackmer i »T»»»T»»»Mt>?ATfTTTfTr»»*TTTT»TTT?rm»M » » A DAY CF SUN. Rain—and rain—and rain. All through the nights and days While beautiful autumn, bed' enched and cold, Goes speeding along her ways. Darkness and silence in wood and field; Dullness in street and mart; And all the rain’s sadness, so strange and vague. Trembling within man’s heart. Sun—on the fields and the sweet, wet woods; Light in the bustling street; Warm, tender liftings of growing things Beaten to.deep retreat. Joy, like the birth of a great, glad love Into a life of pain, Comes to the earth, in a day of sun After the rain—the rain! the mm i. They were neighbors,. He was a florist, and had hopes of making a good living. She was mak ing a prosperous living by managing an inherited nursery. He was young. She was younger. There similarity ceased. He was rugged, uncultured, plain, rough, with a certain charm of virile, forceful homeliness difficult to analyze. She was pretty, college bred, aristocratic. He believed in brawn and brain. She believed in blood and breeding. They were not neighborly. She called herself a "horticulturist.” He was merely a florist. Of course, Dick Russell was a bachelor, and in love. "Why don’t you stick up a house on your grounds?” asked Uncle William one night as he and Dick sat smoking a good-night pipe in the porch. “Can’t afford it,” said Dick, curtly. "I’m putting every penny I can raise into that gas machine I'm building in the nursery.” “Foolish, too! Who ever heard tell of raisin’ flowers or fruit with gas? It’s agin Nature.” “You’ll see,” said Dick, with a fierce puff at his pipe and a far away look in his blue eyes. * * * “It’s perfectly scand'lous!” sniffed Aunt William one bitterly cold Febru ary evening as she sat by the kitchen fire mending a pair of Dick’s socks. "Which?” asked William, looking up from his newspaper absent-mind edly. “Dick’s goin’s-on.” “Where’s he goin’ now?” he asked, his mind still on the paper. “Don’t you know?” she demanded, looking at him severely, “that Dick is a-spending ev’ry penny he’s got in the world for a big black machine an’ a lot o’ rusty pipes?” Uncle William looked crushed. “Listen!” she said, suddenly, hold ing up one of Dick’s socks warningly. Borne on the crisp night-air there came the distant ringing blow of ham mer upon steel. Just then the telephone bell rang loudly. “Goodness me!” exclaimed William, almost dropping the lamp. Stepping to the instrument he put the receiver to his ear. “Is Dick Russell there?” asked an unfamiliar voice. “No. He’s away at work on his gas engine.” “Will you take a message to him at once?” “Who’re you?” “Never mind me. Here’s the mes sage—it’s important. Tell Russell that the weather clerk wires, ‘Severe frost to-night.’ Good-bye.” A tramp of about two hundred yards through the sr.. v brought Uncle Wil liam to the “gassy adhouse,” as Dick’s neighbors politely called the structure, “Who’s that?” asked Dick’s voice from within. “Me—Uncle Bill.” “What’s up?" “There’s to be a severe frost to night. Weather expert says so. An’ I’m a-freezing out here.” Dick swung the door wide open. "So there’s going to be a big frost “I’m Putting Every Penny into That Gas Machine.” to-night, eh? Did you notice what the thermometer said when you left home?” “It said five b'low zero.” Picking up the lantern, Dick hurried outside the door and consulted his own thermometer. "Six below now,” said he. thought fully. Then, hastily giving some instruc tions to the workmen, he put on his coat and hat, took up the lantern again, and turned to Uncle William. “Uncle Bill,” said he earnestly, ‘Tve been working and waiting a long time for this night. Sit still and get warm till I come back.” II. trick went straight to Helen Rem Icgton. He knocked on the door soft ly. His heart pounded fiercely. "Who is there?" asked a puzzled, half frightened feminine voice through the door. “It's only Dick Russell,” he said quietly. ‘There's an important mat ter I must see you about.” Then she opened the door—haugh tily, fearlessly. “Come into the sitting room, Mr. Russell,” said the girl frigidly. "There’s to be a big record frost to night,” said he, blushing like a girl, "and I come to warn you.” “Have you warned the other neigh bors?" she asked quietly. “No-o. That is, I—I-” “Why haven’t you?” “Because I—well—bother it all!” he stammered, suddenly getting warm all over—“because I thought of you first. And I only got the news a few min utes ago. And I couldn’t, if I wanted to, save all the orchards around here. But I can save ycurs—and my own— and Uncle Bill’s.” “How?” "With the gas plant I’ve been build ing. and—and-” He hesitated, stopped. “Never mind the details, Mr. Rus sell.” she said hurriedly, as she arose to her feet; “it is late, and there is your own garden to think of. Mine must take its chances, as it always tias done. I thank you-” “But,” interrupted Dick, as he stood They Looked Into Each Other’s Eyes —Hesitatingly, Incredulous, Mute. up and faced her—“but”—he began again—“I—I-” Then a sudden comprehension swept through him; he understood her strange expression. The words he would have said died upon his lips. He marched out. Miss Remington, left alone, took up a book and tried to read. But she could not. Looking out in the direction of Dick Russell’s farm, she saw that his or chard was encompassed and crossed by systematic rows of yellow light jets, blazing and smoking uncannily in the still air. Then the truth came home to her. He was not insane. He was merely a genius. He was right; she was wrong. He had come to her in manly helpfulness, and she had The tears came to her eye3. But not for long. Hurrying to the hall, she put on her heaviest boots and warm wraps, and stepped outside. But one thought possessed her—to find Mr. Russell and ask his forgiveness. The rest did not matter. She found him, as fate would have it—alone. Hearing footsteps, Dick raised his head. ‘ "He ' i! ” They looked Into each other’s eyes •—hesitating, incredulous, mute. Words came at la-1. “I misjudged you,” she said simply, humbly. Tnat was all. That night Dick “did things”—man ly things, rapid, clever things. He hurried Aunt William and the two men, Uncle William hurried two horses, and the two horses hurried load after load of spare iron piping to various places on Miss Remington’s farm. But first, with great joy (and a file), Dick cut a wide opening in the fence. Under his vigorous strokes the wires parted with a vicious, re luctant snap, and the victorious be sieger passed through into the prom ised land. Quickly and deftly the men began coupling the lengths of pipe together, while Dick, with one hand almost frozen, went back to find his lost mit ten. Finding it, the pipe laying pro gressed with greater rapidity. Soon the Remington orchard was encom passed and crossed with lines of black tubing laid upon the snow crust, each pipe-length pierced in the center with a tiny drilled hole. Ten degrees below zero! Wearied and cold the men stag gered to the gas house and sank ex hausted on the floor. After a short rest Dick consulted the thermometer again. Five below! ‘T’ve done it!” he gaspod triumph antly. As weeks and months went by, the ■wisdom of Dick’s foolish idea” became more and more manifest; and, when crop time came, the only orchards which bore fruit crops in that village were the three farms at Prittlewell. l/Ra > bank account grew prodigious ly. The last pemnant of Miss Rem ington’s mortgage disappeared. The breach in fence barrier, once open, slowly widened; the sundered wires, once parted, refused to reunite. The way into paradise remained open. One night he asked a question—that question which has re-echoed in the universe since time hegan—and Miss Remington, blushing, archly said: “Yes, Dick.” INCONSTANCY. _ 8!gh no more, ladles, sigh no more— Men were deceivers ever; One foot In sea, and one on shore. To one thing constant never; Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into hey nonny, nonny! Sing no more ditties, sing no mo* Of dumps, so dull and heavy; The fraud of men was ever so. Since summer tlrst was leavy; Then sigh not so, But let them go. And be you blithe and bonny. Converting all yiour sounds of w*o# j Into her nonny, nonny! —Shakespeare, j n iiifi ram Mr. John Preston was In a discon tented and uncertain trame of mind. He told himself a dozen times over that he had been very badly treated; that life was a blank. Mr. John Preston had been (and still was, for the matter of that) hon estly in love with little Lucy Minton. But there had come a time when John wanted his way, and Lucy knew that «she meant to have hers. John Preston had gone off in a rage—and had cooled five minutes afterward, when it was too late. ‘I never want to see you again—It has all been a mistake,” Miss Minton had declared. “I sincerely hope, for your own sake, that you will find some one who will understand you.” There are quite a number of people in this world ready to be sympathetic on an emergency; when the emer gency comes you wonder why you haven’t thought of them, and begin to see virtues in them they never before possessed. There was Miss Clara Harcourt, for instance. True, she was reported to have a temper, but Clara Harcourt thought well of him; there was much In that. During three days Mr. John Pres ton thrust out of his mind the image of Lucy Minton and resolutely held before him that of Clara Harcourt. On that third evening he came out of his office into the raw air, and thought for a moment what a hideous place the city was. He came to a long, narrow' street, with various articles hanging outside the shops for sale, and with other streets opening from it. Wandering aimlessly and stopping now and then to look at the shops, he came to one the window of which was fitted with small cages holding birds. From in side came a noise of barking and yelp ing, mingled with the twitter of many birds. And that was where he saw the puppy. The puppy was not associated in any way with ordinary puppies, or even ordinary dogs; he had a cage to himself. And as John Preston stop ped to look at the shop his eyes were on a level with those of the puppy. He was a nondescript sort of fellow, that puppy. In a word, he may be said to have been all head, like a species of hairy tadpole, and to have had no legs to speak of. "Nice dawg for a lady, sir,” sug gested a man in his shirt sleeves, who lounged out through the doorway at that moment. “ 'E’s a ’andsome dawg, that.” "I should scarcely have called him handsome,” said John Preston, with a smile. ‘You take ’1m in your ’ands, Bir,” urged the man, opening the cage, and hauling out the puppy unceremonious ly. “Feel Is teeth, sir.” Not desiring to appear an amateur, Mr. John Preston felt his teeth; and, incidentally, the puppy, not to be out done in courtesy, “felt” Mr. Preston’s finger. On the man urging again that this was really a very good dog Mr. Pres Puopy. ton remembered that Miss Clara Har court had once said that she loved dogs; this should be a propitiatory gift —an excuse for calling that night. So the puppy was bundled uncere moniously into a basket., and fastened down with a skewer, as UJough he had been so much meat; the price was paid and Mr. John Preston walked away with him, wondering a little, before he had gone a hundred yards, why he had bought him at all. He wondered still more, during the next half hour, because the puppy kicked. More than that, he wriggled a blunt little nose out of one corner of the basket and yelped. Finally, in desperation, Mr. John Preston boarded a car and there the real trouble began. The car had Just started, when the puppy announced who he was, and where he whs, by a serfes at yelps that drowned the rattle of the wheels. In stantly all eyes were turned on Mr. Preston and he endeavored to sup press the puppy by pressing him hard between his knees. "I don't b’llove the pore thing can breathe In there,” skid an elderly lady sitting opposite. "Come to that. I don’t, think the law let's yer keep ’em shut up like that,” Mr. John Preston looked helplessly round, and then he observed a curious thing. He was looking straight Into eyes that he knew, In a corner of the car—the eyes of Miss Lucy Minton, and the eyes were dancing. Of course, etiquette demanded that he should take absolutely no notice of her; indeed, no sooner had the danc ing eyes met him, than they were turned In another direction. The puppy continued his yelping. It was only when the conductor began to make kindly Inquiries concerning the breed, and what it was fed on, and other things, that Mr. John PreBton caught up Ills basket and swung off the car Into the road. The car passed him as he strode along gloomily. He had an Idea that he could see those laughing eyes look ing out through the lighted windows at him. He told himself recklessly that he did not mind what she thought, al though his heart was bitter enough; he tried to look forward to basking In the smiles of Miss Clara Harcourt. “Keep still, you little beast!” he ex “I Wanted to—to Give Him to Some one I’m Very Fond Of.” claimed, petulantly, as he shook the basket. "I wonder If you’ll be quieter if I take you out and carry you?” He pulled out the skewer, and dragged forth the small wriggling an imal from the basket. Tossing the basket Into a doorway, he tucked the puppy under one arm and strode on ngain. But he didn’t know that puppy; it wriggled and wriggled, and kicked and squirmed, until at last It was ac tually hanging by Its head under John Preston’s arm. Then, as John stooped to gather him up afresh, the puppy made a dex terous forward plunge, and shot right out of his arms. And with what surprising agility he moved on those diminutive legs! John Preston whistled, and called, and snapped his fingers; the puppy tucked his small legs under him and went on at a sort of romping gallop. Sudden ly he stopped, however, and John Preston felt that he had him. The puppy stopped near a slight, girlish figure walking on ahead of John Preston; more than that, the puppy flung himself right in front of the feet of the girl, and “yopped” at her, and made little forward rushes at her toes; so that she had to stop and stoop down and pick him up. John Preston, going forward with raised hat and with thanks on bis lips, stopped in astonishment; the girl who held the puppy was Lucy Minton. "This is your puppy, I think,” she said. i—es, ne stammered. tie slipped out of my arms, Miss Minton.” "Shall I carry him?” she asked, al most In a whisper, and immediately added: "Mr. Preston?” "You’re very good," he said lamely. The puppy knew how to manage himself, thank you; he was perfectly comfortable. He snuggled down against Lucy’s muff, and—his mission accomplished—went fast asleep. She carried that happy puppy all the way to the depot. There Mr. John Preston, with a memory of his wrongs, suggested that he would take the dog himself, and spare her further trouble. But the puppy made such a fright ful business of it, and kicked and yelped and howled to such an extent that, for the sake of peace, the dog had to remain coiled up against Lucy’s fnuff. “Goodby, Mr. Preston,” said Lucy, when they got outside their own par ticular station, and stood together in the dark road. And she held out the puppy in both her hands toward him. "I don’t know what to do with the little beggar,” he said, helplessly. "O,” she said, softly. “Then why did you buy him?" He suddenly took hold of her hands —puppy and all. “I wanted to give him to—to someone I'm very fond of; someone who’ll be kind to him be cause of me—someone who—” Of course, you understand that it is absolutely Impossible to make Intel ligent replies to anyone when an ex citable puppy Is making soft dabs at your chin and when you are vainly striving against him. But, at all events, Mr. John Pres ton seemed to be quite satisfied and the puppy went to sleep again, obvi ously content that he had put in a very fair evening's work.—Black and White. | TILE SPICE OF LIFE READ THESC JOKES AND FORGET YOUR WORRIES. Bird Had Inside Information as to the Ostrich’s Cough — The Disgusted Hired Girl—Why Freddie Qiseharged His Valet. A Puzzled Housewife. “Hello!” called Mrs. Cookem over the 'phone. "Is this Mr. Sellem’s gro cery?’’ “Yea, ma’am.” "Well, you folk sent me a cake of patent plum pudding and a cake of Im itation coal this morning for me to try.” “Yea, ma’am. And do you wish to order some more?” J “I don’t know. You’ll have to send some one down to explain ms Hera. I’ve put one cake on the lire ari the other in the oven and I can’t tell whether the plum pudding smell comes from the firebox or the pudding pan.” Uncomfortable. FlnnlcuB—I wonder why It la that those who attain the pinnacle of suc cess never seem to be happy! Cynnlcus—Because the pinnacle of success Is like the top of a particu larly tall lightning rod with a particu larly sharp point, and those who suc ceed In perching temporarily upon It usually find that they are targets for all the world’s lightning.”—Town and country. Retired From Circulation. "What Is your name?*’ Inquired the justice. “Pete Smith," responded the vac grant. “What occupation?*' continued the court. “Oh, nothing much at present; Just circulatin' round." “Retired from circulation for thirty days,” pronounced the court dryly. Fortunate. “It's fortunate," said the man who Is always looking for the weakness of human nature, “that calendars are given away so generously every year.” “I don’t see why It is particularly lucky." "If they had to be purchased, some people are so close listed that they would try to do business a whole life time with the same almanac.” Was Healthfully Occipled. When Wesley was about three years old a friend who had not Been him for some time greeted him with: “Well, Wesley, what have you been doing since I saw you last?" “Been growin’," was the rather un expected answer, -r Cmcago Little Chronicle. At a Boarding House. Stout Man (whose appetite has been the envy of his fellow boarders) —I declare I have three buttons off my vest. Mistress of the House (who has been anting to give him a hint)—You will probably find them In the dining room, sir. At a Street Corner. Old Crusty (to beggar)—Look here, my fine fellow, an able-bodied man like you should work, not beg. You ought to be given in charge. Beggar (bitterly)—I’m safe agin , you, anyhow, if there’s any glvin’ In It. You ain’t no bloomin' giver. College Slang. Mr. Crawfoot—Deer must be plenti ful up around the college that Zeke goes to. Mrs. Crawfoot—Why so, Hiram? Mr. Crawfoot—Because he writes that he paid 20 "bucks” for hla over coat. ■ . The Servant Girl Question. Mrs. Newly-Wed (from above)— Bridget, put the lemons on the Ice 8o’s they won’t get sour. Bridget (to herself)—Is it anny won der that 1 asks dooble pay fer serving the lolkes of that? About the Size of It. “What’s a dude, pa?" asked little Johnny Bumpernickle. “A dude, my boy,” replied the old man, “is the living picture of an un paid tailor’s bill.” Hit Engaging Remark. Mr. Dumhead—Nelson was coming to call, but I told him you would be engaged this evening Miss Olematfar - (rapturously)—Oh, Wtmara!