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    O’NblLLttUbiNESS DIRECTOR
BENEDICT.
LAWYER.
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of O. O. Border’® lumber yard,
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LAWYER
Office over Elhhorn Valley Bank.
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J^R. .1. P. GILL1GAN,
PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON,
Office in Holt County Bank building
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residence first street north and half
block east of stand pipe will receive
prompt response, as I have telephone
.’onnections.
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OF GREYT^WER 153330,
Ass'sted by Imported KING TOM 171879.
Both prize-winning bulls of
tile Pan-American, heads the Ak-Sar
Ben home herd of Shorthorns. Young
hulls for sale.
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axe- paid ami lands inspected for non
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me a call, will look up the owners and
procure 'lie land for you.
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NOT UNDERSTANDING.
Because you do not understand,
I open all my heart to you;
Tell all the things I hope to do.
And all the dreams my heart has
planned,
With eyes serene you wisely nod—
Because you do not understand.
Because you do not understand.
I tell you of my love and hate.
My sorrow and my fear of fate;
That which I crave and know is banned,
You smile with wise, unseeing eyok—■
Because you do not understand.
Because you do not understand,
I tell you of my grief and care.
It adds no jot. to what you bear;
You are too simply, singly planned,
I ease my whole sick soul to you—
Because—you cannot understand!
“There’s a heap o’ talk sometimes
about the bad men that cavorts round
some parts o’ the country where ’tatn’t
settled up much, an’ does gun plan
for fun, shootin’ up bar-rooms an’
killin’ tenderfoots now an’ then, while
they’re workin’ off the red liquor
they’ve took,” said Caleb Mix, the
veteran bartender on the Mississippi
river packet, City of Natchez.
“But I reckon that they ain’t none
on ’em any more ornery nor the bad
men that useter travel the Mississip’
afore the war.
"There was one feller that come
from New Orleans, so they said, that
traveled the boats a good deal, just
atore the war, that come as near bein’
a sure-enough devil as anybody I ever
seen. I never hear none o' these
stories about bad men ’thout thinkin’
o’ him, an’ a thing I seen him do in a
poker game one night.
“He called hisself Harry Simmons,
an’ mebbe that might ha’ been his reel
name. 1 don’t know. But there was
them ’t said his old man made him
take another name when he paid him
fifty thousand dollars to get out an’
never have nothin’ more to do with
his own folks.
"He were a tall, slender, wiry devil,
with jet black hair an’ one blue eye
an’ one that was a sort o’ gray-green.
You couldn’t never forget his face if
you seen it once. He were a dandy,
like most o’ the top-notch river gam
blers was them days, an’ were as
p’tic’ler as a woman about his clo’es.
“An’ he wore jewelry, like the rest
on ’em did, that was more like a
woman’s ti.an a man's. But you didn’t
want to make no mistake about him
bein’ womanish when it came to a
fight or a game o’ draw.
“When it was card playin’ he were
as steady as a clock an’ took chances
that’d make a tight-rope walker gray
headed. An’ when it was fight, he
were a bundle o’ wildcats, with about
as much pity in him as a game cock.
“They was playin’ a hard game one
night when the boat come up toward
Vicksburg, an’ it were a sure case o’
‘dog eat dog,’ for there wa’n't a sucker
on the boat that any of ’em thought
was worth the trouble o’ catchin’, an’
three on ’em was playin’ together—
all professionals, an’ all three bad
men.
“Simmons was the worst o’ the lot,
but George Masters, a Vicksburg man,
and Billy Eaton, a feller f’m Texas,
was both ugly customers for anv man
to run up against ’thouten he had his
gun in his hand full cocked.
“They was playin’ a heavy game,
for they was all well fixed, an’ any
one on ’em stood to lose eight or ten
thousand afore goin’ broke. Luck run
against Simmons for the first hour or
so, an’ it were easy to see that he
were gettin’ ugly, not that he said
anything, for they didn’t none on ’em
do no talkin’ to speak of, but his eyes
looked wickeder’n usual, an’ his jaw
was sot like a steel trap. He were
playin’ monstrous cautious, though,
an’ hadn't lost more’n three or four
thousand when he seen, or thought
he seen, a chanst o’ gettin’ back a
good part of it.
“It were Masters’ deal an’ a jack
pot, with $30 in it. Simmons had first
say an’ he opened it for the size of it.
Eaton come in an’ Masters raised it
f —1
He was a wiry devil.
Thirty. Evidently that were just what
Simmons was lookin’ for, for he raised
it fifty more, an’ then Eaton took a
whack at it.
“I reckon he had’nt raised on the
first round, for fear o’ scarin’ Mastei’3
out, but seein’ how things laid, he
raised Simmons fifty. Then Masters
histed it a hundred, an’ Simmons made
it a hundred more, so Eaton, havin’ a
small straight, kind o’ hauled in his
horns, an’ just trailed.
“He trailed a couple o’ times more
while Simmons an’ Masters was a
boostin’ each other a hundred at a
clip, but seeing he were out of his
depth he folded on the third raise.
an* the others kept' on till they had
two thousand-apiece in the pot.
"Then Simmons just made good an’
when Masters ast him how many cards
he wanted he said he reckoned he'd
play what he had. So Masters, he
stood pat, too, both on ’em haviug
fours, an' both reckonin’ on foolin' the
! other.
“It bein’ Simmons’ bet he put a
thousand dollars in the pot, an' Mas- i
ters says:
“ ‘I'll see your thousand an’ bet you
as much more as you’ve got.’
“I stood near Simmons, an’ I c’d
hear a sort o’ click that I thought
first was the click of a gun, but I seen
he had both hands on the table, so I
reckoned it must ha’ been his jaws.
Anyway they was clinched when he
answered, an’ he spoke through his
teeth, sayin':
“ 'Make your bet.'
“Well, o’ course Masters couldn’t
make him tell the size of his pile
aforehand, so he shoved his own pile
forward, him havin’ considerable more
in sight than Simmons.
“ ‘Well, how much is that?’ says
Simmons, an' Masters had to stop an’
count it. It took a minute or so, an'
when he was done, he says:
“ ‘There’s sixty-five hundred an’
forty dollars.'
“Then Simmons began to unbutton
his clothes, there bein’ no women
’round, an’ reachin’ his money belt he
He Jumped at Simmons.
pulled out a wad o’ big bills as big as
your fist.
“ ‘I’ll see that,’ he says, countin’ out
the money, ’an’ go you ten thousand
more.’
"That was puttin’ the boot on the
other leg, for all ’t Masters c'd dig up
was about twenty-five hundred, but he
was game an’ he called for a show for
his pile. An’ on the show down he
flashed four kings against Simmons’
four tens.
“Well, there wa’n’t no disputin' the
cards, but I moved away a little, kind
o’ lookin’ for a disturbance, ’specially
as I heer’d that click o’ Simmons’
jaws again, but he didn’t say nothin’
an' ’twould ha' been a good thing for
a young feller that stood by if he’d
showed the same sense.
"But he wa’n’t hardly more’n a boy,
though he were n big, husky chap that
were travelin’, so I heer’d, f’m some
wheres up North, an’ I reckon he
didn’t know the customs o’ the river,
for he spoke right out in a good-na
tured, fool way, sayln':
“Well, that was the most extraordl
nay play I ever saw.’
“There was two or three other men
standin’ by, too, lookin’ on at the
game, an’ they sort o’ sidestepped,
sam‘ as I had, but the young feller
stood there just as if he hadn’t said
nothin', only lookin’ kind o’ ’ston
ishcd, same as he said he was, an’
Simmons turned ’round to him.
j “ ‘And what did you find remark
able in the play, sir? he said as polite
as if he’d been askin’ the stranger to
have a drink.
I “ ‘Why,’ says the boy, ‘I don’t see
why you didn’t draw a card. You
could have—’
I “He never finished that sentence,
for as quick as a flash Simmons
grabbed a glass half full o’ whisky
that stood on the table, an’ threw the
liquor square in the boy’s face.
“ ‘That’s what we do with fools
down this way when they criticise a
gentleman’s play at poker,' he says,
just as cool as before, but not so
polite.
“Well, the boy, was good grit, even
if he was a fool, an’ he jumped at
Simmons an’ the next minute they
was rollin' on the floor. I seen Sim
mons pull his knife as they went down
an’ 1 reckoned to see the other feller
! killed, but that wa’n't Simmons’ idea,
it appears.
“They struggled for a little bit. it
didn’t seem ten seconds, an’ Simmons
jumped up, laughing. He had cut
both the boy’s ears an’ his nose plumb
off.
“You'd ha thought Simmons d ha’
been lynched, but there wa’n’t nobody
in the saloon that felt like tacklin’
him, specially as he still had the knife
in his hand an’ was wipin’ it, careful,
on his handkerchief.
“The boat was just tyin' up at the
Vicksburg levee, an’ we took the boy
ashore an’ put him in the hospital.
Simmons went ashore, too, an’ the
I cap’n was glad enough to get rid of
him; so he didn’t do nothin’ but tell
the chief o’ police all about it, an’ the
boat went on, as usual, up the river.
“I don’t know what the police might
' ha’ done alTout it when the young fel
ler got well enough to get out, but he
didn't wait to get well. ’Pears he got
up that same night, all bandaged up
as he was, an’ got out on the street
somehow an’ found Simmons in the
hotel where he was stoppin’, an’ killed
him dead in the bar room.”—New ,
York Sun.
FOR ADVENT.
Sweet, sweet sound of distant waters,
falling
On a parched and thirsty plain;
Sweet, sweet song of soaring skylark,
calling
On the sun to shine again:
Perfume of the rose, only the fresher
For past fertilising rain:
Pearls amid the sea. a hidden treasure
For some daring hand to gain:—
Better, dearer than all these
Is the earth beneath the trees:
Of much more priceless worth
Is the old brown common earth.
Little snow white lamb, piteously bleat
ing
For thy mother far away;
Saddest, sweetest nightingale, retreat
ing
With thy sorrow from the day:
Weary fawn whom night has overtaken,
From the herd gone quite astray;
Dove whose nest was rifled and for
saken '
In the budding month of May:—
Roost upon the leafy trees.
Lie on earth and take your ease;
Death is better far than birth;
You shall turn again to earth.
Listen to the never-pausing murmur
Of the waves that fret the shore;
See the ancient pine that stands the
firmer
For the storm shock that it bore;
And the moon her silver chalice filling
With light from the great sun's store;
And the stars which deck our temple’s
celling
As the flowers deck its floor;
Look and hearken while you may,
For these things shall puss away:
All ttyese things shall fall and cease;
Let us wait the end in peace.
—Christina Rossetti.
"'Can’t I go down with you, Uncle
Nate? It’s only seven miles, and I’ll
sit very still in the eab.”
The stout, engineer scratched his
head doubtfully. "Yes,”’ he said at
last, giving way before the appeal of
blue eyes. ’’Nine-forty, sharp, Bes
sie. Bod Platt won’t be botherin’ you
in Welton. Beter stay as long as
Cousin Sally will keep you.” He
gave an ’irritable shrug and looked
at his watch. “It’s 9 o’clock now. I
must be going.”
“I’ll be there.” cried the girl.
“Thank you, uncle. I don't thank
you, though, for being so mean to
Rodney. He fired for you two years
and you thought there was no one
like him. Then, just because he
accidentally hit you with a lump of
coal—”
“Accident! Huh!” snorted Nathan
Bellows. “He done it a purpose.”
“He didn’t. He was trying to hit
a bird by the track.”
“Well, he hit the wrong bird, then.
He’s made his last run with me.
And with you, too. I told him if I
caught him around here again I’d
brain him.”
“You did! You mean old—”
But the door was slammed and
Bessie Paxson was left to finish her
sentence to empty walls.
* • • * •
“I might as well go down to Wel
ton to-night and ask Tom Sears to
give me a job haying,” thought Rod
Platt, recently and unceremoniously
bounced from the company’s employ
at the wrathful request of Nathan.
“The old man will never forgive me
—and Bess; well, it’s hard luck.”
The clean built young fireman
ground his big, white, irregular teeth.
“Fangs,” the boys on the road dub
bed him, but he didn’t mind. "I’ll
take one more trip with Nate,” he
grunted. "Passenger, too. Reserved
seat and free ticket.”
When No. 127 pulfed her fast gath
ering way by the coal sheds beyond
the round house, a quick form slip
ped out from the gloom and pounced
on the pilot like a diminutive spider
on a huge insect.
“If Nate knew this,” chuckled
Platt, fastening comfortably, “he’d
blow up. That dub of a RIckett is
firing for him, I heard. Shucks! He
can’t feed a house boiler. Spinning
now, ain’t we?”
The night express whirled on in
the blackness—-on past the icehouses
by Sedge Pond, waking the stillness
with a steady, rattling roar. “Two,
three, four miles,” counted Rod.
Pounced on the pilot like a diminutive
spider on a huge insect.
“Now the gorge and the woods.
Seems natural, don’t it, or would If
1 was back there where I ought to
be. Here’s where I tried to peg that
cussed partridge, and the blamed
lump broke and took Nate behind the
ear. What a fool 1 was!”
They flew around a curve to the
straight stretch of rails glittering in
the headlight’s glare. “Hullo!”
whispered the man. "Slowing up—
wnat’s the matter?”
Shading his eyes he peered ahead
to see a swinging lantern's signal of
warning. *-i snew mat gravel would
slide dawn,” he muttered. “That's
it, I guess. I’ll get out of this berth
and walk the rest of the way.”
As the engine panted to a halt he
dropped oft, hearing the gruff hall of
Bellows, “What in thunder's the
rouble?"
The man with the lantern stepped
forward, speaking in incoherent
mumble. Rod could have touched
him.
“Hey! Louder!" called the engin
eer. sharply.
Then Platt heard something else—
a rush of men, a spring, fierce oaths,
a faint scream, two thuds, then a
long moment of silence.
The chill in his blood pulsed back
Into hot wrath, but he lay still behind
the little rock. Now his half-blinded
eyes could see more plainly. His
stralr'ng ears caught every whisper.
Four men, counting the fellow with
the lantern. What could he—what
should he do?
He knew that Bellows was lying on
ths floor of his cab, although he
could not see him. The fireman he
could see, a motionless black shape
upon his blacker coal. Something
was huddled against the window of
the cab upon his side. That he could
not make out at all. He knew that in
the locked express car behind, a pale,
determined man was sitting on a
small steel safe, with a revolver in
His half-blinded eyes could see more
plainly.
his firm hand. And the three quick
moving shapes—the low, tense
voices—
“Uncouple the express car, now—
all three of us. Got your dynamite,
Bob? The men are ‘out’ all right.
Was that a woman up there, Sim?”
"Yes, I tied up her mouth an’ feet.
Cap. Now, Eddie, soon’s we whistle
climb in an’ start her up. Let her
buzz a mile an’ stop. We’ll be on.”
The three whisked back like great
cats. The other planted his lantern
on the steps and raised one foot and
hand. 1
He got no further. The stone that
crashed on his skull may have killed
him as he sank down, sliding under
the truck wheels.
The hand which had held the stone
was on the throttle now. It yanked it
viciously to the widest notch. A tre
mendous, jarring jerk shot through
the link of cars. The great drivers
whizzed, stationary for a second in
their revolution, then grasped the
rails, and No. 127 shot on with a
snorting scream, a gasping, straining
demon in the darkness.
Platt heard the wild, despairing
yell behind the express car, and,
laughing uncannily, glanced back.
Yes, he had been in time. The train
was intact.
» • • •
When he came out of his faint on
the station platform a lew minutes
later a girl with patheti.c, tearless
eyes held his head in her tender lap.
She bent down and hissed him.
“Where’s Uncle Nate?” murmured
Rod, trying to rise and gazing at the
circle of sympathetic faces.
“Here!" growled a nusky voice,
which quavered and oroke, as the big
engineer fell upon his knees and seiz
ed Platt's hand. “Here, boy, and
they’re fetchin’ poor Rlckett round,
J.00. I’m a—I’m a—”
“No, you’re not," whispered his
former fireman, with a weak smile.
“Just tell me one thing, old man.
Have I ‘got back?’ ’’
“sure!” cried Nathan Bellow3, em
phatically. “I guess we’ll have to
take him back, Bess, eh. ’
“I’ve never let him go,” said the
girl quietly, and kissed him again.—
Philadelphia Ledger.
Queer Thing, the Lung Fish.
Protoperus Annectens, the lung
fish. Is dead and buried in a grave of
alcohol. The remains can be seen
in the zoological laboratory of Colum
bia university, where, with tweezers
and scalpel, the students have laid
bare the inner secrets of his anatomy.
Until the lung tisli died a few days
ago, after suffering only a few hours
from acute pneumonia. It was the
only living specimen of its kind in
this part of the world. Its ancestors
belonged to the far-off Devonian age,
and this fish has been thought by
some to be a peculiar class of verte
brates standing midway between
fishes and batrachians; but it is
really not amphibious, although it
has both bronchial and pulmonary
respiration. It comes from the warm
waters of the Nile and other rivers
of that region. Some of its native
streams go dry in summer, hence
nature has provided the lung fish, or,
as they are technically known, Dip
noi, with a double breathing appar
atus suitable for water and the dry
ground. In the latter case the swim
bladder serves them for lungs.
To Remove White Spots.
When from the dropping of liquid
or from heat white spots appear on
the pollished surface of chair or ta
ble, the Immediate application of raw
I linseed oil will generally restore the
[ color. The oil should be left on the
1 afTected part over night. Alcohol
will perform the service if applied at
once to rosewood or mahogany. In
each instance, when the color has re
turned, the spot should be repolished
with a piece of cheesecloth moistened
with turpentl"“
Count Given Ancient Jewelry.
Three years ago, some gold ri"
chains, and a crown decua<.cu ..
Jewels were found in the Dresden
Kreuz Klrche in the grave of Duke
Albrecht of Holstein, who died in
1619. They were claimed by Duke
Ernst Gunther and the courts hav
now acknowledged his title to them.
Testing Habits of Fish.
The United States govern * ■
foreign governments as vu
quite recently, for the pv
ascertaining the migratory
the cod, released the fish wi... m>
checks attached for the purpose c*
later ldentlfloat’on.
Business Place of Rothschilds
There are probably few firm ;
don to-day who have occup
premises tor a longer period thu
Rothschilds. The founder of the
lish branch made St. Swlthin’s
his home as well as his office
many years, and at his death abroad
his remains were brought home sv.J
laid in state in the same famous oill- ■
wherein his grandsons carry on t
business to-d
Wha. .aid.
‘•Use men as you use wood; If or.
Inch is rotten you do nof 'hrow av-ijr
the whole piece.”—Now fork Press.
Maxim Gorki’s Ne>v Play.
Life among the Russlnu Jews is
the subject of the new play upon
which Maxim Gorki in engaged.
Prefers Pipe to Ctga-s.
Senator "Joe" Blackburn of Ken
tucky smokes a big black pipe in pref
erence to cigars.
Corn on Toe Causae Heath.
A corn on the to* of « P'- IVleipbia
naan caused '_
Oculists Vu.-a ..u .
It is reported from \'i<
Sachs, the local oculiNt. i
an apparatus by which th
inner part of the e>e <
nated. The Invertior ”
advance in scieui e,
cases renders supenlu
speculum oculi. The *
was explained at the U
the Society r'
Regime.
In Italy each regime, i
pictorial post-cards, on v, l
devices of the regiment, ' ■ •
battles in which It has n'
or one of the heroic e:
which it has figured. Ti:• a
at moderate prices to officer?’ ;; •
dlers and their u?>-’ to o
serves to spread r
regiment.
Friend of Strauss in III Lu.:
Bernard Shraft, an ar,cu ui»
of San Francisco, a schoolmate ,
friend of Johann Strauss, the world
famous composer of waltzes. Is dying
In poverty, at hla home In that city.
Edited Boswell’s "Johnson."
Dr. George Blrbeck Hill, who died
In London the other day, was the edi
tor of Boswell’s "Johnson,” and was
the foremost authority on Johnson.
Boston Wskes Up Trouble.
A Boston paper has just published
a list of colored persons, former
slaves, who have become poets. Bos
ton got us into this slave trouble origi
nally and is repeating. Stirring up
that poet business will do more to
widen the breach now existing than
anything else. Got enough poets to
take care of.~'T'’" v"rk Telegram.
Precaution* Against Tuberculosis.
Dr. Flick, In a lecture on tuber
culosis, warned especially against
moving into houses previously occu
pied by consumptives where disinfec
tion had not been done, and also
against the employment of consump
tive servants, and emphasized the ef
ficiency of cleanliness as a preventive
measure.
ROUND i hiH ONE WAY.
Hew Railroad Agent Figured He
Would Make Money.
Former Qov. Hogg ot Texas isn’t
as bloodthirsty as his “lung-liver-and
lights” speech would indicate, but he
never falls to take a rap at the rail
roads. Just before the last Demo
cratic national convention, "Hurry”
Archer, passenger agent of the Kan
sas City Southern, offered a $5 round
trip rate to such Texans as wished
to attend the convention, and Hogg,
meeting Archer in the lobby cf a
hotel, jokingly referred to the low rate
as an evidence of how much the rail
roads profited on the full three cent
a mile rate Cor ordinary passengers.
"And I suppose you’ll make money
on this $5 for the round trip?” said the
big man.
"We certainly will, for we’ll only
carry yon fellows one way,” replied
Archer.
“One way?” exclaimed Hogg. “You
. advertise this as a round trip.”
! “That’s true,” replied Archer, “but
we figure that such of the boys as
don’t blow out the gas when they get
to Kansas City, will be run over by
the trolley-,cars.”..