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    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
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|§ 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.
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\REAL ESTATE AND IN-j
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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
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| Notary Work Properly Executed j
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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
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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.