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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (May 21, 1903)
O’NEILL BUSINESS DIRECTORY H. BENEDICT, LAWYER, \% Offloe in the Judge Roberta building, north of O. O. Snvder’e lumber yard, ONBILL NKB. R. DICKSON ATTORNEY AT LAW Reference Flrat National Bank O’NEILL, NEB 3. 3. KMG ATTORNEY-AT-LAW AND NOTARY -PUBLIC - |§ Office opposite U. 8. land office » ^ O'NEILL, NEB. j_JARNEY STEWART, PRACTICAL AUCTIONEER. Satisfaction guaranteed. Address, Page, Neb ^ DR‘ p' J' FLYirN fPHYCIAN 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, jQR. 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 receive prompt response, as I have telephone connections. O’NEILL, - NEB. SCOTTISH SHARON, OF GREYT WER 163330, 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. kr- ~~ f C. L. BRIGHT 3 \REAL ESTATE AND IN-j 3 SURANCE. j Choice ranches, farms and town • { lots for sale cheap and on easy 3 3 terms. All kinds of land husf- 3 ; ness promptly attended to. 3 > Represents some of the best 3 3 Insurance companies doing bus 3 3 iness In Nebraska. 3 t 4 3 .- —..- ■.— 3 | Notary Work Properly Executed j Is. BeT.TttasM©©! SPECIATLIES: Eye. ear. Nose and Throat Speetaole, correctly fitted and Supplied. O'NEILL. NEB. j F. J. DISHNER SUCCESSOR TO A. B. Nil WELL g 1 REAL ESTATE I f j O'NEILL, NEBRASKA | Selling and leasing farms and ranches Taxes paid and lands inspected for non residents. Parties desiring to buy or rent land owned by non-residents give me a call, will look up the owners and procure the land for you. iTNeiil^~" Abstracting Go Compiles Abstracts of Title ONLY COMPLETE SET OP AB STRACT BOOKS IN HOLT COUNTF O’NEILL,, NEB. HOTEL * --Evans Enlarged Refurnished Refitted Only First-class Hotel Ain the City W. T. EVANS, Prop The New Market Having leased the Gata Market £ and thoroughly renovated the £ same we a^now ready to sup- £ ply you wiih choice Fresh and £ Salt Meats, Ham. Bacon, Fish. ► in fact everything to be found ► A in a filrat-class market. We £ ■ invite your patronage : : : £ Leek & Blackmer j ■ ~- ■■■ -► Severe Attack Of Grip Cured by One Bottle of Chamberlain's Cough Remedy. “When I had an attack of the grip last winter (the second one) 1 actually cured myself with one bottle of Cham berlain’s Cough Remedy,”says Frank W. Perry, Editor of the Enterprise, Shortsville, N. Y. “This is the hon est truth. 1 at times kept from cough ing myself to pieces by taking a tea spoonful of this remedy, and when the coughing spell would come on at night I would take a dose and it seemed that in the briefest interval the cough would pass off and I would go to sleep perfectly free from cough and its ac companying pains. To say that the remedy acted as a most agreeable sur prise is putting it very mildly. I had no idea that it would or could knock out the grip, simply because 1 had never tried it for such a purpose, but it did, and it seemed with the second attack of coughing the remedy caused it to not onla be of less durat ion, but the pains were far less severe, and I had not used the contents of one bot tle before Mr. Grip had bid me adieu.” For sale by P. C. Corrigan. Great Northern Railway W. & S. F. RY. Through daily service to Minneapo lis and St. Paul with direct connec tions for all points in Minnesota, North Dakota and west to Pacific Coast. Through sleeping car service. Apply to any agent for rates, folders and descriptive matter. Fred Rogers, Genl. Pass. Agt. Danger of Colds and GriD. The greatest danger from colds and grip is their resulting in pneumonia. If reasonable care is used, however, and Chamberlain’s Cough Remedy taken, all danger will avoided. Among the tens of thousands who have used this remedy for these dis eases we have yet to learn of a single case having resulted in pneumonia,, which shows conclusively that it is a, certain preventive of that dangerous disease. It will cure a cold or an ac tack of the grip in less time than any other treatment. It is pleasant and safe to toke. For sale by P. C; Corri gan. |-SB.' 1 Shorthorn Bulls tad Heifers, SCOTCli tops on best BATES fami lies, 35 BULLS 14 to 20 mo. old. 20 HEIFERS and 10 COWS bred to our line Scotch bull MISSIES PRINCE 75402. Over 200 head in heard to select from. These are the cattle for western men,as they are acclimated. Come and see them or write for prices. THE BROOK FARM CO., J. B. Tliomas, foreman,O’Neill. Holt Co..Neb. PurDhas* Tickets and Consign youi Freight via the TIME TABLE Chicago & Northwestern Ry TRAINS EAST fPassenger, No. 4, 3:45 a. m ‘Passenger, No. 6, 0:52 p. m ‘Freight, No. 110, 4:25 p. m tFreiglit, No. 04, 12:01 p. TO TRAINS WEST fPassenger, No. 5, 2:50 p. m ‘Passenger, No. 3, 10:05 p. m ‘Freight, No 119, 5:32 p. m tFreiglit, No. 03, 2:50 p. in The service is. greatly improved b. the addition of the new passenge trains Nos. 4 a jci 5; No. 4 arrives it Omaha at 10:3.5 a. m arid res. at Siou: City at 9:15 a. in. No. 5 leaves Omah: at 7:15 a. m., leaves Sioux City at 7:5i a. m. *Daily; -tDally, except :3unday. E. R. Adams, Agent Griffin Bros. MERCHANT TAILORS O’Neill, Nebraska. The Prayers. ! I was In Heaven one day when nil the prayers j Came in, and angels bore them up the stairs Unto a place where he Who was ordained such ministry ! Should sort them so that in that palace bright The presence-chamber might be duly dight; For they were like to flowers of various bloom; And a divinest fragrance filled the room. Then did I see how the great sorter chose One flower that seemed to me a hedge ling rose, And from the tangled press Of that irregular loveliness Set it apart—and—,,This,“ I heard him say. “Is for the Master;" so \ipon his way He would have passed; then I to him:— “Whence is this rose? O thou of cheru bim The chiefest?”—"Know’st thou not?" he said and smiled, "This is the first prayer of a little child.” q The Sixth Hand q $ in the Game ^ OOOOOOOOOOOO'O "No, thanks,” said the drummer; “I'm through with poker.” The men in the smoking room of the coastwise steamship howled in deri sion and incredulity. "No, boys,” said the drummer, seri ously, "I’ve sworn off on poker. I can’t play the game any more.” “Well, then,” said the man who had Invited him to join the game, "I guess it’s all off for to-night. I don't care anything about four-handed poker. Honest, now, Mac, this is the biggest surprise I’ve had since Cocktail Jim climbed on the water wagon. What made you swear off?” "An experience I had in a game I played about six months ago, down in Nova Scotia,” said the drummer. "It broke my nerve. In my business trips I visited Halifax about twice a year, and every time I went there I sat in a poker game with the same crowd. There was a big, burly hotel keeper named Drake, a French Canadian named Onesime Bellefontaine; his cousin, a barber, whose name was Nor cisse Le Blanc, and an Irishman named O’Reilly. The game was played in Drake’s hotel. “A year ago when I was there the game was on Saturday night, and Le Blanc did not butt in until well on toward morning. He was a nice, slen der, good-looking young fellow, rather delicate and what you might call pretty, and simply crazy on poker. The game wasn’t very high, but it served to pass away the time. “Well, on this night, Narcisse Le Blanc came hurrying into the stuffy little back room, threw off his coat, drew out a ten-dollar bill and bought his chips. The limit was BO cents. “ ‘Who s winnin’ to-night—you, M’soo Drake?” he asked. “ ‘No!’ growled the big hotel keeper, and the game went on. Narcisse won steadily, and as steadily drank nips of whisky and water and smoked cigar ettes. He hurried through his work that night and he was hot and ex cited. ‘‘‘Phew!’ he exclaimed, ‘but it's hot! Open de window dere, some one!’ “‘Better not, Narcisse,’ I said; ‘you have a cigarette Cough already; you are sitting with your back to the win dow, and you’ll catch a cold, and colds bring on catarrh, and catarrh brings on consumption, and consumption in troduces the Lean Fellow.’ “‘De Lean Fellow! Who dat?’ “ ‘Mr. Death.’ “‘Bali! Who’s ’feared of him?’ “ ‘Well, I am, for one,’ I said. ‘1 know a man in Boston,’ I went on, ‘who writes for the paper; mighty clever man, but he has a bad habit of joking with death; he’s too familiar with him. He calls him by nicknames. The Lean Fellow is one of them. Good Lord! The Lean Fellow! The name almost makes you see him, and the bare ribs, and to make you hear the wind whistling through the bare ribs! Yes, Narcisse, I fear the Lean Fellow.’ “ ‘An’ «do I love him—me? Not mooch,’ said Narcisse; ‘but I can stand fa L . I The wind, blowing in from the sea, puffed straight in his face. ! a breath of de fresh air.’ He got up and opened the window. The wind, blowing in from the sea, puffed L straight in his face. The oil lamps * flared. The loose cards jumped on the table. “ ‘It’s blowing through the Lean Fellow’s ribs. B-'r-r-r! Shut the win dow!’ said Drake. Just then a head appeared at the open window and the light fell upon a grotesque nose and a pair of little sharp eyes. The nose was long and flesh less and stuck out from the sunken cheeks like the beak of a bird. “ 'The Lean Fellow himself! Look, ! Narcisse! laughed Dr.'tko. He went to the rr.nn at the window. ‘What’s the matter, Jake? Is the inspector , around?’ "The man nodded. Ho had a police man’s helmet behind his back. ‘Ido low.’ he said, Til let you know when j the coast Is clear. Give me a drink.’ [ He got his drink. The window was closed, the blinds drawn, the lights lowered, and we waited in the dark. ‘“What's the matter, Narcisse?’ I asked. I fancied 1 could hear Be Blanc’s teeth chattering. ‘Oh. nod ing, noaiiig,’ said Narcisse, hastily. He admitted afterward, however, that the j wind had chilled him. The lights were turned up and the game went on. Now and then Narcisse sneezed or hemmed in his throat. The tide of luck turned; ho was beaten on an ace fully by four little ones, and after that he lost stead ily. Morning brought end to the game and to Be Blanc’s money. He bor rowed a couple of dollars from his cousin and went miserably home. “Six months later I was sitting in the same game. I was dealing. ’The game doesn't seem the same without Be Blanc,’ I remarked, glancing at the new player, a clumsy fellow. ‘How is he, Bellefontaine?’ * ‘Pretty low,’ said the cousin, scan ning Ills cards. ‘I'm tired, me, sitting up with him. I should bo there to night, I s’pose. I’ll take two cards.’ “It was a jack pot. and Drake had opened It. ‘I’ll take one card,’ he said. ‘I’ll tell you what,’ lie went on, ‘Nar The cards of the extra sixth hand were visibly agitated. cisse wasn't built to stand the pace lie went; it was too swift for him. I guess he's done for. I’ll bet a dollar on my two little pairs, and look out for squalls, boys.’ “I had caught a third queen, and I said; ‘A dollar better. I guess raising the window that night fixed Le Blanc. I was right; the Lean Fellow was there.’ “ ‘Poor Narcisse,’ said Bellefontalne. ‘I’ll raise you bofe just one little dollar more.’ “ ‘Count me out,’ said the fifth play er, laying down his cards, as did O’Reilly. ‘I hear that Narcisse is ex pected to cash in to-night.’ “ ‘Is that so?’ said Drake, as ho raked in the pot, having caught a full house, and he started to deal again. ‘I guess he’d rather be here to-night and take a hand with us. He was dotty on poker.’ “ 'That may be so,’ said I, ‘but you needn’t deal six hands. I don’t think he’ll come to take it.’ Drake stared at the table. It was true. lie had dealt six hands. He laughed. ‘Mi. deal,’ ho said. 'I guess I must have meant it for Narcisse.’ “There was a pause as Drake reached for the cards, and then “‘Sacre Dleu!’ screamed Ilellefon taine, falling with a scared, white face back from the table. ‘Narcisse is—is takin’ ,de hand!’ “And, by the Lord, the cards of the extra sixth hand were visibly agitated. They gathered tog ther for all the world as though a hand arranged them; they seemed to be lifting. “ 'You chump!” cried Drake to Belle fontaine, ‘it’s only the draught from the chimney!’ “‘What did you think it was?’ I managed to ask. “Bellefontalne sat down, wiping his forehead. And then on the hot sum mer air the stroke of a bell boomed, then another and another, solemnly and slowly; it was tolling. Bellefon taine got up and on legs that trembled left the room, crossing himself as ho went. The game was ended. “It was ended indeed for Narcisse Le Blanc. The church bell told us that. And then I quit poker for good.” —C. M. Williams in New York Press. Disraeli's Idea-of a Throne. When, in 1SC2, tho late duke of Edinburgh, then Prince Alfred, refus ed the throne of Greece, to which he had been elected by popular bal lot, the Greeks, determined to secure "n English ruler, sought to make the late Lord Derby their king. "It is a dazzling adventure for the house of Stanley,” wrote Disraeli to Mrs. Wil iyams, “but they are not an imagina tive race and 1 fancy they will prefer Knowsley to the Parthenon and Lan cashire to the Attic plains. It is a privilege to live in this age of rapid and brilliant events. It is one of in finite romance. Thrones tumble down and crowns are offered like .a fairy tale. I think he (I.ord Stanley) ought to take the crown; but he will not.. Had I his youth I would not hesitate, even with tho earldom of Derby in the distance.” The Affluent Agriculturist. "Why do they always portray the farmer as purchasing gold bricks?” "That’s easy explained,” answered ’ Mr. Corntossel; “tho farmer’s tho fei icr that’s got the cash these days; the j other people is hustlin’ to get some ' of it by any trick they can fix up.” Till We Meet Again. Although my foot may never walk your wa ys. No other eyes will follow you so far; N«* voice rise readier to ring your praise, Till the «wift coming of those future days When the world knows you for the man you are. You must go on and T must stay behind. We may not fare together, you and I, But, though the path to Fame be steep and blind, Walk strong and steadfastly, before man kind, Because my heart must follow till you die. Steadfast and strongly, scoring mean sue* CCF.% Lenient to others—to yourself sever®, If you must fall, fall not in nobleness, God knows all other failures 1 could bless That s. nt you back to tlnd your wel come here. — Caroline Ducr, in Scribner's. “Heads, I ask her; tails, I don’t.” Luther flipped his old penny in the air and caught it deftly In its down ward flight. He gazed at his closed fist in some trepidation, then opened it cautiously. “Gosh! It’s heads,” he cried. “I was hoping it might be tails.” But the dlo was cast. It was Luth er's habit thus to leave matters of moment to the decision of his lucky penny. He thrust the coin in Ills pocket and went on brushing his hair. “Heads,” he whispered, gloomily. "Heads.” The prospects of Luther Chubb— financial,’not matrimonial—were good. Had not Uncle Hildad considerately, If unexpectedly, died and left him the farm? While Blldad Chubb had lived and Luther lived with hi n In the rather ambiguous relation of favorite nephew and hardest-worked hired man, the charms of Myrtle Gillet had seemed an all-sufficient desideratum for future hopes in Luther’s view of eventful matrimony. Miss Oillett was plump nnd pos sessed of some facial beauty, together with characteristics of independence and hustling ability. And she fav ored Luther. But with the accession of worldly resources came hesitation on the part of Luther, and from Myrtle a letter of most sympathetic condolence and un mistakable personal interest. Lutlier had involved himself by no proposition. Undoubtedly, he could do better. Still people expected It. His attentions had been regular. If not serious, and, after all, It would pain him to lose Myrtle. She had admir ers. Luther’s idoas, which had soared temporarily above the Gillett connec tion, came down with rapidity. He guessed there was no other way. His lucky penny had settled It. He spatted his hair viciously and prepared to set out for Gillett’s, a mile down the road. The sun was behind the hills when ^ie tramped up the grasB-grown path and beheld Myrtle Beated In the wide porch—a fair picture in her white dress, with the fading light softening her strong features. “Why, Luther Chubb, who’d have thought of you coming over to-night?” she greeted, in feigned astonishment. "Kind of felt like it,” responded Lu ther, with equal mendacity. “Knew you wouldn’t expect me. How’s your father?" “O, pretty fair for him.” “Ain’t getting along very well lato ly, I hear. Too bad.” “Well, the old glace isn’t what it was, you know, Luther. Hope we won’t have to pick up and move over to Fernside. He’s talking of It.” “I wouldn’t do that.” “Why not?” Myrtle edged a little nearer. “That is—no use of your going, I guess.” Miss Gillett sighed softly and looked down. “Thinks I’m easy,” reflected Lu I “1 wouldn't marry you if you were the Inst man on earth!" ter. “I guess 111 make her feel it’s some obligation.” “Myrtle,” ho began, after a moment of silence, "do you think-” “Yes, Luther.” “Think that ‘marriage is a lottery?’ ” Miss Gillett faced about In the gath ering dusk. “I—don’t—know,” in a queer tone. I Chubb laughed. “Neither do I." he said. “Don’t know what to think. Maybe I wouldn’t mind taking a chance. I suppose I’ll come to it some time. Not ’specially anxious, though.” In the dark he could not see the gill’s eyes. “I’m fixed to do about as I please now," went on Luther. “But you and 1 are old friends, and people sort of expect it, you know. Folks don’t want you to move away. Say, Myrtle, sup pose I flip up my lucky penny—heads, we get married; tails, we don't. Eh?” ‘‘All right,” said the girl, quietly; “go ahead.” Luther chuckled. “Guess I’ll end her misery,” he thought, feeling a sudden sense of shame, and he carefulyly adjusted the coin in his hand, head up, with a cau tious finger. A quick pretense of toss ing, a catching slap. “I’ll have to strike a match,” ob served Chubb, coolly. “Now!" Holding the light in his left hand he peered In apparent anxiety into his right palm. “Heads,” he whispered merrily. “Don't say you ain’t lucky. Myrtle.” Turning to draw her to him, he met a fierce push and fell back in amaze ment. “Lucky! I wouldn’t marry you if you were the last man on earth. Lucky! Yes, I am, to have found you out! Take your hat, Luther Chubb, and gd home, and don’t you dare to ever speak to me again. Go!" “Why—why,” gasped the discomfit ed lover, "I thought-" But th* woman was nast him and Inside, v-* rlly slamming the door and locking it. Luther rose, dazed and over whelmed. Slowly he walked across the v / ' r/' Luther plunged wildly about road, climbed the fence ana trod on through the high, wet grass, abllvioua to the fact that he was wearing his new shoes. The glamor of wealth nad departed from him. He was no longer the pros perous, envied heir of Uncle Blldad, the man upon whom fortune had so richly smiled. He was only the country boy who had thought every night for two years of Myrtle Gillett—every night until that fateful one when his uncle died, and his head had been turnea. “Myrtle—why, of course, there could be no other—never has been. Without her-’’ Luther groaned and stumbled on, bating himself and cursing. Surely there was no reason for breaking out like that, not even giving him a chance to explain. Didn't she tell him to go ahead? Who ever sup posed good-humored, fun-loving Myrtle Gillett couldn’t take a Joke? No, he had lost her—lost hen How dark It was la the woods. What? Was he stepping In water? Yes, and mud—mud. He must have strayed Into Dyer’s swamp. If he should get into one of those mires! Luther plunged wildly about, feeling for firmer ground and becoming more and more confused. That was the way—no—this. “Help!” The frightened cry pealed out in the gloom. Going down, down. Now he screamed, knowing what it meant Gillett's cow had gone the same way. Almost unconscious with horror and weakness, his breath nearly gone, he wailed feebly, ‘‘Myrtle, Myrtle! O-h-h, Myrtle!" “There he is, father! Hurry! for heaven's sake, hurry!” "Where, girl? Where?” “Yonder! Just his head! The rope, quick. Around my waist, so. Throw in some brush for footing. Now! Hold this lantern, mother!” An oozy, pushing slide, a gleam of white arms in the flickering light. “I’ve got him! Pull, both of you!” Half the girl’s face was in the slime, but she never let go. Slowly the for lorn objects were dragged to the little line of turf; then up the bank to safety. “Come!” said old Gillett huskily, gathering up the rope and lanterns, "let’s get out o’ this. Can you walk, boy? That’s it, lean on Myrtle. Good thing she heard you holler and routed us out.” As they turned, Luther thrust a clammy hand In his pocket, extracted his fist with difficulty, and threw something from him with a gesture of disgust. It struck with a spat in the very place which had bo nearly ter minated his earthly career. “What’s that?” asked Mrs. Gillett. “My lucky penny,” replied Luther, with some streng”i in his tone. “I wonder if it fell ‘heads’ or ‘tails.’ ” laughed Myrtle, squeezing his arm.— Elliott Walker in Utica Globe. Longevity In Ceylon. Ceylon, according to its recent cen sus returns, has no fewer than 145 inhabitants over 100 years of age. Seventy-one of these are males and seventy-four females. Of these, fqrty three men and flftjr-two women claimed to be exactly 100, while the highest age returned was 120. One hundred is a good round age, and ho doubt every indolent octogenarian who could not be bothered to remember the year of his birth put down 100 to saye time.