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B0ARD QF SUPERVISOR
Record of Official Proceedings of
That Bodv.
(Continued from last week.)
Jacob Rocke, session work — $ 43 00
W S Roberts, session work — 42 00
W S Roberts, session work — 68 00
School dist. No. 38, election... 6 00
School dist. No. 211, election.. 3 00
John P Sullivan, election. 4 00
Fern D Smith, printing super
visors proceedings. 24 75
Romaine Sunders, register of
Vital Statistics. 7 00
C W Tubs, election. 8 00
Geo Weingartner, board jury. 3 25
Henry Warner, election. 4 00
F M Waid, election. 4 00
John A Zeimer, board jury— 3 25
Total.*1004 64
Moved and seconded that the follow
inti estimate of expenses for 1908 be
accepted. Motion carried.
Court house, jail and prisoners* 3000 00
Blanks, stationary, printing- 1000 00
County officers. 6000 00
Assessors. 4000 00
Coruors inquest and witness
fees. 500 00
Lights and fuel. 800 00
Insane. 500 00
Court, justice court—. 500 00
Roads. 2100 00
Election. 3000 00
Court and jury. <1000 00
Missebaneous. . 3000 00
Bridges. 12000 00
Soldiers relief. 600 00
Judgments. 6800 09
Total. *49800 00
Page, Neb. To the Honorable Boa rd
of Supervisors: I, Thomas Wade,
hereby certify that I am a resident
tax payer of Holt county, Nebraska,
over 50 years of age, that I was erron
eously assessed with poll tax for the
year 1907; that said poll tax, *2.50,
was by me paid in cash and I hereby
respectfully petition this board for a
refund of the amount paid.
Thos. Wade.
Absolutely Pure
The only baking powder
m; Jo with Royal Orape
Praam of Tartar
No Alum, No Lime Phosphate
Subscribed and sworn to before me
this 23d day of January, 1908.
Geo. Brechler, Notary Public.
On motion the prayer of this peti
tion was granted.
O’Neill, Neb., Dec. 24,1907. To the
Honorable Board of Supervisors.—
Gentlemen: Your petitioner repre
sents that on Nov. 6, 1906, he paid or
supposed he paid the taxes on the SEi
of 14-32-12, Holt county, and received
tax receipt No. 38 therefqf. That
through an error the same was writ
ten on the SWi instead of the SEi,
and on Nov. 7.1907, the same land was
sold for the taxes of -906, although we
were of the opinion that said taxes
were paid a year before. Now there
fore we ask that the board order the
county treasurer to redeem said tax
sale and have the said taxes paid in
1906 credited to the proper land. Res
pectfully yours, Gabb'e & Heir.
By D. H. Cronin, .Agt.
On motion the prayer of the peti
tion of D. H. Cronin was granted.
Moved and seconded that we accept
the bid of the York Blank Book com
pany for supplies.
Motion was lost.
Moved and seconded that we reject
the bid of the York Blank Book com
pany. Motion carried.
On motion the board adjourned
until March 9, 10 o’clock a. m., 1908.
C. D. Keyes, Chairman.
W. P. Simar, Clerk.
A Pleasant Physic.
When you want a pleasant physic
give Chamberlain’s Stomach and Liver
Tablets a trial. 1 hey are mild and
gentle in their action and always pro
duce a pleasant cathartic effect. Call
at Gilligan & Stout’s drug store for a
free sample.___
Notice.
Any person dumping manure or
garbage on the grade or in the ditches
on the sides of the grade, between the
N. W. depot and the Elkhorn river,
will be arrested and fined. By order
of township board.
39-3 Jerry Hanley, Clerk.
Galloway Bulls for Sale.
A nice lot of young Galloway bulls
ready for service for sale at W. A
Gannon’s, 2 miles north of Inman,
Holt county, Neb. Call and see them.
Low down, blocky, heavy coated
fellows _ 39-6
Public Sale.
At the Daly ranch 18 miles north
east of O’Neill, 12 miles north of Page,
on Saturday, March 28, 12 head ol
horses, 9 head of cattle, 3 brood sows,
machinery, harnesses, 10 bushels good
white seed corn. . C. M. Daly.
A marriage license was issued Mon
day to Clyde L. Lingo of Essex, Io.
and Sadie E. McVay of Washington
Io. Charles W. Cronk of Page anc
Jessie May Trowbridge of Bloomfield
were granted license to wed on Tues
day.,
For Sale—A scholarship in the
Wayne Normal. For particulars call
at this office.
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. Cupid’s
| Coal Truck.
By James FTkncis Dwyer.
H Copyrighted, 1008, by E. C. Parcel Is.
The car cauie to an abrupt stop, aud
the conductor stretched his neck In a
reckless manner as he look«d for the '
cause.
"Coal truck on the blink with a bro
ken axle,” he cried disgustedly, “an’
now I got to chase through the snow
to phone the 'mergency van.” He
walked through the car to acquaint
the motormau of his heroic intention
and, after buttoning his jacket, set off
up the snow covered road in search
of a telephone.
The motormau took the opportunity
to stretch his legs by walking arouud
the disabled vehicle. When he step
ped from the car the two passengers
sighed wearily and the man moved
closer to his companion.
“Well, I’m glad that conductor hns
gone,” he remarked. “He stared at us
till my conscience suggested I had
given him a bad coin,”
The fur wrapped girl beside him
laughed merrily.
“ ’Tls a habit of conductors,” she
murmured. “I have noticed them be
fore.”
“I will pardon him,” said the man.
“He is but mortal, and I am. pleased
to find that his mercenary occupation
has not destroyed his love of the beau
tiful.”
The girl smiled indulgently, but re
mained silent. Meanwhile the motor
miin had entered into a discussion
with the truck driver as to the best
method of removing the damaged ve
hicle.
“Hetty!” The man's voice interrupt
ed a day dream and the girl started.
“Do you know I am desperately in
love?"
The big blue eyes surveyed him crit
f 11..
“No; I do not,” she said emphatical
ly. “When a man is in love he can
never disguise the fact.”
“You are thinking of calf love," he
remarked, “the kind that bubbles over
and spoils its owner’s appetite, but
solid, healthy man’s love”—
“It is all the same,” she Interrupted;
“concealment is impossible. Now, Mr.
Dorrington is in love, and a child can
detect the symptoms.
“Dorrington!” The man’s voice ex
pressed his surprise. "Do you mean
old Dorrington?”
The slightest puckering round the
corners of the little mouth showed
where a smile tried hard to establish
a footing.
“When Mr. Dorrington called yester
day,” continued the girl, “I watched
him closely while he was speaking to
mother”—
“Pardon me!” The man’s tone was
masterful, and the girl stopped. “Is
Dorrington—old Dorrington—in love
with your mother?”
The smile made another valiant ef
fort to disturb the serenity of the girl’s
face, but retired discomfited.
“I do not think so,” she said quietly.
“If he is, the feeling is not reciprocat
ed, as mother always leaves me to
entertain him when he calls.”
The man winced.
“I am anxious about him”—he tried
to hide the effect produced by her
thrust—"Dorry is not young, you
know, and love, like measles, plays the
mischief with elderly people.”
The hovering smile flashed trium
phantly across the girl’s blushing face.
“Seriously, Letty,” her companion
continued, “Dorrington is old! I re
member him twenty-five years ago,
when he chased me away from a pond
near your mother’s house. God bless
my heart, girl”—his tone changed to
one expressing blank astonishment—
“I am getting old too!”
The girl turned, and the blue eyes
looked carefully over the man’s brown
face, noting the length and depth of
every wrinkle that marked it.
“You are getting old. Jack.”
“I know it,” he cried, “and here am
I In a sidetracked car doing nothing,
while time pursues me remorselessly.”
Evidently thinking anything prefer
able to inaction, he started out to cap
ture one of the little gloved hands of
his companion, and after she had vain
ly tried to defeat his intentions he
clasped It between his own two and
seemed immensely pleased at the feat
“Dear me,” she sighed, “I wish that
conductor would come back.”
“He cannot shift us!” The man was
defiant, and the girl blushed as she no
ticed his restlessness.
“No, but he can stare at you,” she
cried irritably, “and your actions since
he departed prove that the stare was
effective.”
“But, Letty,” he said, “what a terri
ble thing it is to look back on thirty
five wasted years, thirty-five autumns,
thirty-five springs and the same num
ber of winters and summers, all bar
ren and useless.” He shuddered and
moved closer.
“Oh, Jack,” she murmured, “do look
and see if he Is coming.”
lie stood up, still holding the little
hand, and carefully scanned the white
road. “He is not coming!” he cried
gleefully. “He will have to walk a
mile—a mile there and a mile back.”
“You have no pity!” exclaimed the
girl. She made an attempt to release
the Imprisoned hand as she spoke, but
the man’s grip tightened. “How would
you like It, sir, if you had to walk two
miles in the snow because a silly old
coal truck collapsed on the track?”
“It Is not a silly old coal truck,”
said the man, dropping back into his
seat. "It is a wonderful, glorious, rain
bow tinted instrument of—of”—
“Don't say Providence,” she Inter
rupted.
“No; of Dan Cupid! Didn't I tell
you, Letty, that I adore"—
“The coal truck,” she Interrupted
again. “You certainly used enough
adjectives to give oue that Impres
sion.”
"And I do!" he cried defiantly. “I
adore the horses, the axle and every
other part that helped toward the
breaking down because—do you know
why, l^tty?”
“Because it made the poor conductor
tramp two miles in the snow,” she an
swered.
The man was annoyed.
"Confound the conductor!” he cried.
"I wish he'd come back,” she said.
“If he does not return soon I will call
upon the motorman. I suppose he is
responsible for the safety of the pas
sengers while his mate is away."
The mention of the motorman made
her companion turn around to see
where that person was stationed, and
he was somewhat surprised to find
that he had Impressed two horses be
longing to another truckman and, with
the combined teams, was making a
vigorous effort to pull the obstruction
from the track. This strenuous pro
ceeding alarmed the man, and he turn
ed quickly to the girl.
“Betty, I want you to listen!” he
cried. "This might be the only chance
I will get to explain.”
The noise outside increased.
“Go ahead!” screamed the driver, as
the four horses strained and struggled,
“Keep it up! Keep It up!”
“Letty!” The man seized both hands
now and tried to turn her face toward
him. “I want to tell you”—
“UTse the whip!” yelled the driver.
His shrill shriek ripped through the
cur and drowned the man’s voice.
The girl turned toward the window,
and the fur boa on her shoulders shook
suspiciously. The man had a dim Idea
that she was laughing.
"Betty!” The man was desperate.
"I—I love you.”
A loud yell of triumph came from
the driver, and a merry peal of laugh
ter from the girl helped the echoes as
they buzzed around the car. The noise
was tremendous. The driver’s yells
were deafening, and the shouts of the
motorman and the truckman told the
man that the work of removing the ob
struction was nearly finished. He took
one hasty glance at the moving truck
and, springing back, quickly seized the
laughing girl in his arms.
“There!” he cried triumphantly as he
kissed the blushing face. "And there!
And there again!” And over the girl’s
muffled laughter and protests came a
victorious cheer from the motorman
and the two truck drivers, informing
the two passengers that the truck was
clear at last.
Three minutes afterward the con
ductor kicked the snow from his boots
and gave the “Go ahead” signal to the
elated motorman, and the car moved
off. As they passed the disabled truck
the man pointed to the name painted In
red letters on its side, and the girl
read, “John Love, Truckman.”
“One of Dan Cupid’s aliases,” whis
pered her companion. And the blush
on her face made the beauty loving
conductor stare at her for the rest of
the journey to the Infinite delight of the
man.
The Fife.
It is said by some that we owe the
life—“ear piercing,” as Shakespeare
calls it—to the Swiss, and Sir James
Turner, who busied himself in writing
on military matters, names it the “Al
temalnc whistle.” In France it was
employed at least as early as 1334, in
which year it was ordered by Francis
t. that each hand of 1,000 men was to
have four drums and two fifes.
A few years later In England we
Bnd “drommes and ffyffes” Included in
the muster of London citizens. Shake
speare refers to the musician, not the
Instrument, when he speaks in “The
Merchant of Venice” of “the vile
squealing of the wry necked fife.” An
old writer observes, indeed, that a
“fyfe is a wry neckt musician, for he
looks away from his instrument.”
About the reign of James II. the fife
lost its popularity for a time, Sir
lames Turner observing, “With us any
captain may keep a lifer in his com
pany and maintain him, too, for no
pay is allowed him, perhaps just as
much as he deserveth.”—Chambers’
Journal.
Wanted Browning.
He was evidently a German, and his
Bpeech didn’t belle the fact. He caught
the attention of the librarian.
“Blease, I vant a book,” he said.
“What book?” she asked.
“Boetry,” he replied.
“Who Is the author?”
He looked troubled.
“Blease, I haf forgot it,” he said,
“but his name begins mit ‘P.’ ”
"Poe?” asked the obliging girl.
“Not Boe,” he answered.
“Pope?”
“Not Bope.”
His face brightened up.
“He is der feller dot wrotit “In a
Paleony,” he said.
“Why, that was Browning.”
“Sure, Prownlng,” he repeated. “I
couldn’t remember, but I knew dot it
gommenced mit a ‘P.’ ’’—Cleveland
Plain Dealer.
A Cave Full of Bones.
In the Isle of Egg, one of the Hebri
des, is a cave into which one can hard
ly creep on hands and knees. Inside it
widens enormously and runs down to
the terrific depth of 250 feet. To this
day the bottom Is strewn thick with
human bones, the relics of the whole
clan of Macdonalds, over 200 In num
ber, who were miserably suffocated by
the Macleods from the island of Skye.
This tragedy Is supposed to have oc
curred in the thirteenth century.
WBke. '**■ Ml !«!■ II
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Percheron and Belgian Horses
We arrived with our last importation Oct. 18, *07
Our barns are full of big, square built horses, imported and American bred— ■
from yearlings to 5-year olds. We handle the best draft horses In the north
west. They have the size, bone and action, each horse being selec'ed on the
merits of its own individualty. We have no agents; do our own buying in
Europe and our own selling at our barns in Carroll, so we can afford and do
sell them very reasonable.
Farmers, form your own companies; come to our barns and select a
horse that will be a money maker for you and a benefit to your com
munity. Come and see our horses or write us.
THE JACK PINE
The Pine Which Redeems the Sand
Hills and the Waste Places on the
Farm.
A mighty timber ramine is coming
down upon us and we must do some
thing and do it quickly. While the
Norway popular—Populus Laurlfolia
of Siberia—is the most hardy and
thrifty deciduous tree of all our north
ern states, the Jack Pine is by far the
most rapid growing of ail our conifers.
While on account of its persistent
cones it is not as valuable as some
others for an ornamental tree, yet on
account of its wide adaptability to
different soils and conditions, its
tremenduous growth, and its general
utility, it is with out a peer for
groves, forests, and wind-breaks. Per
haps in a hundred years other pines
might overtake it, yet for rapid
growth for the first fifty years it will
be without a rival. Here at York on
our Experiment grounds, we have
eighteen kinds of evergreens but this
beats them all nearly two to one. It
was thought they needed sand, but
they will grow readily on any kind of
soil. We have them on an adobe clay
bank with no cultivation that are
making over two feet a year. On the
poorest sand-hills of northern Nebra
ska, without cultivation or irrigation,
they are making two feet a year and
those fifteen years old are already
casting seed and little ones are spring
ing up. Put them on rich prairie soil
and their growth is tremenduous. We
know that a sand-hill is a cordial in.
vitation to a pine tree and that the
great sand waste of Nebraska, in a
few years, can be made, prospectively
at least, worth $100 per acre
Land is rising in value and the poor,
est portion of the farm should be put
to work. Planted to pines, it will
soon be as valuable as the rest.
There are two varieties of this pine.
The eastern type is a poor, gnarled,
scrubby tree, worthless for us. The
northern type grows with great rapid
ity, much like the M urryana or Lodge
Pole Pine of the Yellowstone Park.
It packs the ground solid with
straight thrifty trees. The railroads
have used Jack Pines by the millions,
and now are giving them a creosote
treatment to make them more dur
able. Immense quantities of lumber
and framing timber are taken from
the northern forests every year from
these trees. It takes two or three
years for them to get a good start
after planting. They do not waste
themselves with side branches but
mount upward with great rapidity,
making two or three feet a year, so
you can figure on a forty foot tree in
twenty years. And these years will
soon pass away and there will come
down upon us a timber famine such as
our fathers never dreamed of—increas
ing the value of all wood material
many fold.
Rasing From Seeds.
I call myself an expert and have
published a work on everygreens but I
cannot grow Jack Pines sucessfully
from seeds at this station, nor can
they at the United States Govern
ment station on the Dismal River, '
Nebraska, where they are planting
half a million acres with Jack and
Bull Pines, but they do groyv readily
in their own habitat. Already there
are nurseries of them springing up in
the sands where the trees are growing.
After years of experience, we have
found that collected trees, twelve to
fourteen inches, carefully dug and
well packed are successful. These, as
well as nursery grown ones, can be had
by the million for about $6 per thous
and. They must alwaysgo by express,
but the rate are much lower than for
merly and they are 20 per cent lower
on plants than on merchandise.
Think how much value even one
thousand of these trees would add to
any farm in the northwest and there
is hardly a farm in all that great em
pire where they would not grow. Sup
pose you put In 10,000 on some sandy
or stony portion of your place, if your
have it. How much of utility and
beauty you add in a very short time.
By planting well, and cultivating or
mulching, you would bring them on at
a rapid rale. All told, nearly a mil
lion were planted last year. It should
be ten millon this year.
Where can we get these pines at a
reasonable rate? is a question that is
often asked us. We have tried differ
ent parties. Some will send us good
trees, ruined in the handling, so we
can save but 5 per cent. This is very
trying to pay your money and the ex
press rates and then loose them. H.
B. Ayers of Aitkin, Minnesota, sent
out the first lot for the Government
experiment in Holt county, which had
such remarkable success. We buy
thousands of them from him every
year. The loss is generally not over 5
per cent. He furnishes them at 95 to
9i> per thousand. O. S. Harrison,
President Nebraska Park and For
est Society, York, Nebraska.
Suitable.
“What would be a suitable birthday
present for my little boy?” inquired the
fond mother.
“Let me think,” returned the star
boarder, who occasionally liked to
sleep late In the morning. Then, with
the glad, confident smile of one who
has solved a problem, he added, "How
would a gag or a straltjacket do?”—
Chicago Post
( Gratitude is a fine virtue, and yet It
Is wearisome when carried beyond due
bounds.—Le Sage.