O’NEILL BUSINESS DIRECTORY J,' H. BENEDICT, LAWYER. or, ty years experience. ATKINSON, - - NEB. THE Northwestern LINE ONLY DOUBLE TRACK Railroad between Missouri River and Chicago. Direct line to St. Paul-Minneapolis. Direct line to Black Hills. Apply to nearest agent for rates, maps and time cards. Designs r rm’’ Copyrights &c. Anyone sending a sketch and description may quickly ascertain our opinion free whether an invention is probably patentable. Communica tions strictly confidential. HANDBOOK on Patents sent free. Oldest agency for securing patents. Patents taken through Munn A Co. receive special notice, without charge, in the Scientific American. A handsomely Illustrated weekly. Largest olr cuiatlon of any scientific Journal. Terms, 93 a year: four months, 9L Bold by all newsdealers. MUNN & Co.36,BfMd"*- New York Branch Offloe. 626 F SU Washington. D. C. Shorthorn Sulla and Heifers. SCOTCh tops on best BATES fami lies, 35 BULLS 14 to 26 mo. old. 20 HEIFERS and 10 COWS bred to our tine 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. K. Thomas. foreman.O’Neill. Holt Co..Neb. X b V 0 * ifl I 0 G H X Purohana Tickets end Consign your Freight vie the TIME TABLE Chicago & Northwestern By, TRAINS EAST tPassenger, No. 4, 3:45 a. m. ‘Passenger, No. 6, 9:52 u. m. ‘Freight, No. llti, 4:25 p. m. tFreight, No. 64, 12:01 p. m. TRAINS WEST tPassenger, No. 5, 2:50 p. m. ‘Passenger, No. 3, 10:05 p. in. ‘Freight, No 119, 5:32 p. in. tFreight, No. 63, 2:50 p. m. The service is greatly improved by the addition of the new passenger trains Nos. 4 and 5: No. 4 arrives in Omaha at 10:35 a. m arrives at Sioux City at 9:15 a. m. No. 5 leaves Omaha at 7:15 a. m., leaves Sioux City at 7:50 a. m. •Dally; +I)aily, except Sunday. E. R. Adams, Agent My Refuge. The day has been long and dreary. With ceaseless patter of rain. And the dragging hours have brought me Only some heartache and pain. As I turn my sail face homeward The night drops down from above. And my heart is yearning, yearning. For a touch of the arms I love— The arms that have never failed me. The refuge to wnich I flee: All day, 'mid the jar of the city, I dream of them waiting for me— Dream of their rest and their welcome. After a daytime of care; O arms outstretched in the gloaming, O arms of my easy-ehair! —Sara Beaumont Kennedy in Smart Set. The house was cold and cheerless. Even the cat howled dismally at the back door, preferrir- g the atmosphero without. Lemuel pulled his overcoat collar up around his ears, and drew his hat down to meet it. Then he seated him self in his accustomed chair at the dining table and surveyed the colla tion of cold scraps spread out before him. In their midst was a note from his wife. “Darling, I have the most awful con fession to make. But it is not my fault and I know you will forgive me, and get me another. I am so sorry that you have not a hot dinner. Do relent and come to the sale. The men are »1! call ing it Searles’ sale. Isn’t that absurd? The dinner is hot and good. Do come for 25 cents. I am so sorry, but 1 could not help it, and you will forgive me, will you not?” He set his teeth reso’utely into a piece of yesterday’s roast. "I see myself down there to dinner. I’ve said I’d not set foot inside their blooming show, and I won’t." Mr. Searles ate his lunch deliberate ly, fed the cat, poked the furnace, and started hack to the bank. At the front door he hesitated. There hung Lillian’s house Ley, for gotten. He must get It to her, but how? His dignity forbade his inva sion of Rogers block. “HI, there, Sam! ” yelled Searles. Sam returned with a skip when he saw his oft-tim9 patron’s hand disap pearing Into his pocket. “Here, Sam, take.this dime and this key, and give one of them to Mrs. Searles at the rummage sale.” Sam grinned, dropped the dime Into his pocket and disappeared. Just as Searles turned to go, a pair of trousers, hanging near the window, caught his eye. “By the great guns,” Searles com mented, “only $2.” Sam eras around the corner. Searles collared the youth, led him into the recess of the alley, thrust |5 into his hand, and some pointed direc tions into bis head. He was to keep his mouth shut and bring the bundle straight to the bank. Twenty-five minutes later Searles learned that his bargain was too short in the legs, and too tight in the band. He had likewise seen himself standing on tip toe, craning his neck ’nto a back window of the Rogers bock. And even as he had seen himself, some one else prooebly had seen him. There was the rub. Still, those trousers were "oml and could be made better. If th“ s*'-ry of their purchase go*> out he c id invite the jokers to vle''v a pair of elegant new trousers—at least, they would be elegant when overhauled by his tailor up in the city. He should go to-mor row. Having thus fortified himself against attack, ha went home, and met a sol emn little wife. Searles’ heart sank the moment he looked at her. The story of his method of attending the sale was probably all over town and this was the way It affected Lillian. Lillian could never take a joke. Lildan sat on his knee and said: “Lenimy, why don’t you ask me to confess?” "Confess!” exclaimed Searles In sur prise. A tear rolled down her cheek. “You didn’t even read my note." Seated himself in hia accustomed chair at trve dining table. A light broke in on Searles. He be gan to laugh. ‘‘It’s no laughing matter to lose your muff,” sobbed Lillian. “Oh, Lem my, it’s awful. I laid it down at the sale—it cost $25—and some one made a mistake, and sold it for 25 cents, and we can’t find it. Oh, dear! Oh, dear!” Searles forgot his trousers. He threw his head back and roared. ‘‘I can’t see anything to laugh at,” observed his wife, her tones muffled by his coat front. But Lemuel suddenly hardened his heart now that the trousers scare was over. __ can’t afford to ir;. '.•uuuuage sales on $25 muffs," he grumbled, and re turned to his paper. The next day Searles and his dress suit ease repaired to the city, only to find that the way of the transgressor is hard. The tailor shook his head over the trousers, lie feared that when the garment was enlarged the old seams would show. Searles went up the following week, according to Instructions, and found a pair of uncomfortably tight trousers, with long, faded streaks conspicuously showing themselves a quarter of an inch from every _seam. l ong advised his customer to allow him to send the garment around the corner to a dyer, who would make the entire garment one shade darker and so conceal the streaks. Searles asked the prlco of the sug gested treatment, shut his teeth, and said, “Take ’em." The tailor followed him to the doer. “I forgot to tell you that I was obliged to rellne them throughout, as the old lining was so worn.” Searles half way down the stairs made a remark. The tailor did not hear distinctly, but accepted it as a ] pleasant “Good day,” and returned it. One week later Searles was seated I in the train, homeward bound. At his j feet stood his dress-suit ease, contain- j ing a pair of elegant, dark blue trou- , sera, which proved themselves a "close I call,” the dyeing process having j ii “Lemmy, what is the matter?” shrunken them. Their weary owner was employed In Itemizing on the back of an old letter. Searles added the column three times. Thru, tearing up the envelope, he scattieed It piece by piece, along eighteen mllsi' of track. He hoped the distance w wld effectively separate those items. He carried his suit case home, re flecting on his blessings. Three weeks had elapsed since the sale, and he had not heard one word concerning his share in it. The trousers were so near ly new that he would not have to tell his wife a lie about them, and, after all, they were a bargain. In this amiabls frame of mine he walked into his library. Lillian had just come in. She was warming ten small, plump, red Angers over the grate. She exhibited each chilly digit to him in turn. The muff had not been recovered. “Want to see spy new trousei’3?” asked Searles, cheerfully, wishing to change the subject. He shook out the trousers in all their freshnss* snd folds, and swung them before his wife’s eyes. She merely vouchsafed them a glance. “How much did they cost?” Lemuel had anticipated this ques tion, hence the flguring on the train. “Just $15 at Long’s,” he replied glibly. Mrs. Searles took hold of the hem of ono leg gingerly. She elevate^ her nose. “Ugh, how they smell!” < Searles knew that the odor was idue to the recent dyeing, but all he said was: “Store smell on the cloth, prob ably.” His wife picked up the other trouser leg. She evinced a coining interest. She turned the legs over and tried the quality of the cloth. She examined the hems and gazed at the seams with a critical eye. Then she raised her childish blue eyes to her husband’s face. “Lemmy, how can you tell such stories? They were marked just two dollars. I thought at the time it was ridiculously cheap, because I remem ber you paid just $20 for them, and then grew stout so fast that you real ly never wore them much.” Searles reached for a chair and sat down weakly. . . -• t.ousers fell on the floor in a heap. Us cn old trousers! And he, Lemuel Searles, banker, had —he groaned aloud. “Lemmy, what is the matter?” “Lillian, you have one strong point, for which I am very thankful! You never see a joke.” Lillian looked puzzled, and Lemuel thoughtful. His eyes fell on her red hands. His far* became animated. "Lily, how w eld you like to go up to the city to-morrow and look at muffs?” “Oh, Mnmy!” "And collar-” , “Lemmy!” ;. “Of sealskin-" “You darling!” “You shall have ’em both If you will do me a little favor-” “I’ll do anything in the world .for you.” “But this is something you are not to do—you are not to tell.”—Alice Louisa Lee in Boston Globe. Most Valuable Feathers. 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