Celebrate
AT HOME
The 4th will be prop
erly observed in
O'Neill
Games and sports will make up a
day of home-like amusement
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Phoenix.
Roy Parshall was a Butte visitor
Thursday.
Wilber Kirkland was an Atkinson
visitor a day or two last week.
Mr. Bellinger was up from Anncar
Monday, fixing the telephone line.
Ball playing had no attraction for
Roy Nilson Sunday. Seems queer,
too!
Mrs. Nilson and Mrs. Henkel made
a flying trip to Spencer and back Sat
urday.
Laura Bellenger is up from Anncar
visiting at C. Lockwood’s and S. S.
Banta’s.
Mrs. Daraero and Louise Grossman
went to Atkinson Friday, returning
the next day.
Harry Lufborough and family, also
Henry Bartels, were visitors at Mr.
Keeler’s Sunday.
J. W. Hunt was a visitor at Oataipa
a day or two last week. Lottie Ellis
returned with him.
Mrs. Lamphier and Elnora and Mrs.
Chadwick and daughter spsnt Friday
at Mrs. F. Coburn’s.
Major Hale and Verne Wilburn of
Atkinson, were guests of Ben Mc
Kathnie over Sunday.
Ben Howard finished a job of work
for Ralph Coburn Friday, and went to
Saratoga where he is visiting at the
Haines home.
Will Abbott and wife, Mabel Ab
bott. Bub Keeler and Ralph Coburn
ate “picnic dinner” at Harmen Dam
ero’s Sunday.
It is almost impossible to cross
j Brusli Creek now as nearly all the
bridges are washed out and it is too
high to ford.
Hazel Eastman, Bertha Coleman,
Isabel McKathnie and Emma Sjoland
were afternoon callers at Mrs. F.
Coburn’s Monday.
Our mail carrier did not reach here
Saturday, until 6 o’clock in the even
ing, as he could not cross Eagle Orrek,
on account of the high water.
A band of gypsies came into the
neighborhood Saturday and staid a
few days when they went on north.
They were headed for Bonesteel, so
they said
Isabel McKathnie and Emma
Sjoland went to Gross Tuesday of last
week, and while there visited at Ben
Kinney’s and with Mary Bartels.
They returned Thursday and report a
most pleasant trip.
Mr. and Mrs. Lampier and Elnora,
Mrs. Chadwick and daughter and Sam
Anderson went to the river Tuesday
of last week and expected to bring
home a nice mess of fish, but returned
in the evening with the usual “fisher
man’s luck.”
Wedding at Middlebranch.
Middlebranch, June 10.—The wed
ding of Edson D. Harrison and Miss
Floy Elletta Arrison took place today
at the home of the bride’s parents,
Mr. and Mrs. William Arrison The
event was a notable one in this com
munity and the occasion made most
eojoyable to the guests. Many of the
neighbors were present, the bride’s
grandparents from Iowa and friends
and relatives of the groom from Agee,
Leonie and Lynch.
The ceremony was performed in the
shade of a beautiful grove as the sun
touched the zenith and indicated the
hour of noon. The bridal party, led
by the officiating clergyman and his
wife, Rev. and Mrs. A. W. DeWitt,
marched from the house to the grove
where a platform had been erected for
the marriage ceremony. After the
knot was tied all came forward to
extend the young couple congratula
tions and best wishes, after which
they repaired to the house and spent
a few minutes before dinner looking
over the handsome array of gifts
presented to the bride and groom.
Dinner was announced and the
bridal com >any sat down to a gorgious
sumptuous repast that would be hard
to equal at the boards of the most
expensive pandorer to rich viands.
Mrs. Arrison, mother of the bride,
and Mrs. .Simonson, sister of the
groom, presided at the table. Dinner
was served in five courses and fifty
people were compelled to admit that
j they had enough.
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WARNED BY SPECTERS
One Person’s Three Experiences
With Ghosts.
THE SPIRIT OF HIS SISTER.
How an Apparition From tha Unaaan
World Aided the Brother In Deciding
an Important Legal Question—Tha
Phantom on the Grave.
Three times In my life, each Instance
separated by an interval of years, have
the experiences here told been mine.
I come of a family to different mem
bers of which have become visible at
times those appearances which for
want of a better name are known ns
“ghosts.” It is at least possible that
the superstition regarding the second
sight of one born with a veil may have
some foundation in scientific fact, for
my uncle was thus veiled at birth,
and all his life from Infancy vacant
space was peopled to him with forms,
which he would describe so accurate
ly in dress, appearance and manner
that listeners would instantly recog
nize departed friends, gone over years
before my uncle’s birth in many in
stances.
It was not till he was a large boy
that he realized that the forms seen by
him were not visible to others, rages
could be written of his experiences,
but I am not here to give hearsay evi
dence, but my own personal experi
ences, the sights seen with ray own
bodily vision.
The first instance was so early In
my life that I do not recall It, but my
mother relates the circumstances.
Our home was In Brooklyn, and we
had gone for the summer to Green
field Hill, Conn. I was so young that
I still wore dresses and was in charge
of a nursemaid who was in the habit
of receiving visits from Annie, a girl
of her own class, so that I was well
acquainted with Annie.
She died suddenly and was burled in
the country churchyurd, but I was not
told of her death, being considered too
young to understand.
as i waited witn my nurse past tee
cemetery one evening in the edge of
dusk her superstitious horror can be
imagined when I cried, pointing di
rectly to Annie's grave: “Oh, Maggie,
there is Annie! She Is waving her
hand for us to come over to her!” I
broke away from my nurse and ran to
the cemetery fence. She caught me
up and rah in a panic to the house,
nor would she ever again pass the cem
etery after dark.
The only idea in my mind was that
of a familiar friend whom I had not
seen for some time.
The second instance was at the most
unromantic age possible to a boy—
about thirteen. I was attending board
ing school in Dedham, Mass.
A school friend, a boy of about my
age, had left the school some days
before for his home in the west, leav
ing in perfect health.
At about 9 in the evening I sat on
the edge of the bed removing my
shoes when the wall of the room
seemed to part and open, showing
the night outside, with the dim forms
of the trees gently waving in the
wind. As I sat spellbound at this
strange sight in the rift of the wall
against the background of the night
stood ray friend as I had last seen him,
just as in life. He waved his hand to
me in token of farewell, stood looking
at me a moment, and gently the vision
faded.
l said to my roommate, who had
seen nothing: “Charlie Is dead. I have
Just seen him.” The next morning a
telegram to the school said that he had
died the night preceding.
In the third instance I had grown to
manhood—a normal, healthy man, over
six feet tall and weighing nearly 200
pounds. I am a civil engineer, the
hardy outdoor life being far removed
from dreams and morbid Imaginings.
It was on one occasion necessary for
me to consult a lawyer, and one even
ing I met the lawyer In his Boston of
fice to talk over a matter of business.
In the course of the conversation he
asked me a question which I was un
decided about answering. I stopped
a moment before replying, for consid
eration, lowering my eyes, and, when
I raised them, there stood behind the
attorney a favorite sister, dead many
years.
Her eyes were fixed on mine, her
fingers on her lips. I instantly ab
sorbed the idea conveyed by her sug
gestive pose and did not give the law
yer the information he asked. As it
nfterward proved, it was greatly to
my Interest not to do so.
The lawyer shivered slightly as the
visitant stood behind his chair and
said that there was a draft through
the room.
He never knew that the sensation of
cold conveyed to his nervous system
was a breath from an unseen world.
Science has proved that light, sound
and color are all the results of vibra
tion of greater or less rapidity. Some
of these vibrations affect our senses and
we see, hear or feel their effects. But
wlmt of the vast space filled with those
vibrations which affect none of our
senses, yet are unknown to science?
Could our senses respond to them what
secrets of the unseen might not be
revealed, and who can say but the
secret of these strange sights which
sometimes greet the eye of mortals Is
hidden In this unknown range of vi
brations, hiding a world that is all
about us, mingling with and overlap
ping, surrounding and telescoping our
common humdrum dally life and only
In rare moments of attunement draw
ing the veil aside for a glimpse luto
the unknown.—New York Herald.
The Mood
Of a Maid.
By CECILY ALLEN.
Copyrighted. 1908, by Associated
Literary Press.
The girl leaned forward after scan
ning the road In both directions and
touched the chauffeur's nrm. The
great crimson car came to a panting,
deliberate standstill.
The girl did not wait for the chauf
feur to help her, but sprang lightly to
the road aud vanished Into the wood
land on tho right The chauffeur turn
ed the car as if his thoughts were con
centrated on the necessity of making
the smallest possible turn in time of
safety, in order to be prepared in time
of emergency. And then the great crim
son car shot back in the direction from
whence it had come.
Safely screened by the underbrush,
the girl found a clearing in the wood
land and sat down on a moss grown
log. Deftly she unwound the swath
lngs of chiffon from her hat. baring
a face delicate and sensitive as the
anemones opening at her feet.
She drew off her gloves and felt of
the velvety moss on the old log, then
stooped to gather flowers. Finally,
with the blossoms forgotten in her
lap, she leaned forward, her elbows on
her knees, her chin propped In the
palms of her hands, watching the
woodland life around her.
Chipmunks and squirrels scampered
along the edge of the clearing. Where
the sun shone upon a tangle of fern
and jack in the pulpit two robins
perched pertly on dry twigs and dis
cussed the troubles of May moving
day. From the shadows of the wood
beyond came the persistent hammering
of a woodpecker.
Beyond the screen of underbrush au
tomobiles aud smart turnouts spun on
toward the race track, where the world
of fashion was foregathering. An hour
pussed, and then at the distant wall of
a peculiar siren whistle the girl sprang
to her feet, dropped her lapful of flow
ers and ran to the roadside.
Bearing down upon her was a crim
son "car, twin of the one which had
dropped her so unceremoniously an
hour earlier.
But me resemmance stopped wun
the ear. The chauffeur in the first car
bad worn a spick span uniform in tan
color from the tips of his highly polish
ed boots to the crown of his heavy red
cap. The man in this car wore a dis
reputable looking storm coat of Eng
lish cloth, a shabby visor cap and a
pair of goggles which had certainly
seen more prosperous days.
He was scorching along at a fine
pace. But the girl calmly stepped to
the edge of the road and waved a de
taining band—a bare hand at that
The machine slowed down, and the
man made preparations to descend, as
became one hailed by a maiden in dis
tress. But again the girl raised a de
taining hand.
“My car met with an accident I
thought perhaps—I am very anxious to
reach Dalton this afternoon. Perhaps
you were going that way. Would you
give me a lift?"
She looked up eagerly into his star
tled face. Then the man coughed dis
creetly, swallowed a smile and sprang
from the machine.
“I was—or thought I was—going to
the races, but I am sure it will be
much more pleasant at—er—was it Dal
ton you said?”
The man’s accent was English. The
admiration in his eyes was the sort
that knows no nationality. The girl
flushed beneath it and sprang into the
car before the astonished man could
assist her.
For a few minutes the car ran on in
silence. Then the girl spoke abruptly.
“Let us take this crossroad. Then
a mile farther we will strike the old
Dalton turnpike. There we will not
meet”—
“I understand,” he Interrupted grave
ly. And the great^car swerved into
the crossroad, running through a
stretch of woodland.
Again the girl seemed plunged in
thought But at last the man remark
ed a bit lamely:
“Perfect day, isn’t it?”
The girl looked up at him shyly. Her
eyes were soft and luminous.
“Oh, I have had tl.j most beautiful
hour there in the woods. I’ve never
seen anything half so wonderful as
those little creatures doing just as they
pleased. Just as soon as the birds
tired of one tree or bush or fern they
flew off to another. They did not mind
me nor each other. Just think of being
like that all your life!”
The man looked at her curiously, as
if she were a new specimen of the
genus feminine and entirely worthy of
deep study.
“It is all so different from what I’ve
been used to. I wake up knowing that
Marie will be right there with my
chocolate. And then will come cards
and mall and flowers and Aunt Mar
garet Of course Aunt Margaret Is a
dear, but ten years of doing things
right under Aunt Margaret’s eyes are
very tiresome. Don’t you think so?”
“I am quite sure it must be a terrible
bore,” replied the man gravely.
“And then seeing the same people
everywhere you go and being quite
sure that you will see no one that
Aunt Margaret has not seen first.”
The man bit his lip at this naive con
fession.
“Do you know,” said the girl, waxing
confidential ns the car lazed along over
the tree hung road, “I've always
dreamed of having a man come to my
rescue just like this—a man 1 had
never known—a man quite different
from any of the men I have over
met”—
She paused, and the man at her side
studied her with grave eyes.
"Now, there was Bessie Stewart—
she married Jack Coghlan. They’d
gone to kindergarten and dancing
school together. And then she’d gone
to all his college ‘proms’ and the same
cotillons. Why, It was just like marry
ing some one who had lived In your
own family always.
‘‘And now they’re bored to death
with each other. They had a honey
moon at Monte Carlo, where they had
been the year before on the Borden
Jones yacht, and they came back to
the same old round of teas and dinners
and dances. There was no romance In
that."
The man shook his head.
“But Harriet one of our parlor
maids, married a miner way out west
She met him by answering an adver
tisement In a matrimonial paper. He
came east after her, and she wrote
Marie that they were awfully happy.
He had never beaten her once.”
The man flung back bis bead and
laughed, and the girl laughed with
him. Then suddenly she clutched his
sleeve.
“You’ve passed the Dalton turnpike,
and I must be at Stoneywold for
lunch.”
"We are not going to Dalton,” said
the man calmly, "I’ve been out this
way before. Just two miles beyond we
will cross the state line.”
“But why? Oh, I must go on to
Stoneywold."
The man Ignored the remark.
“And across the state line, I under
stand, there Is no need of a license.”
“Oh!" said the girl very softly, and
the great car stopped beneath the nrch
of freshly leaved trees.
He flung aside his heavy driving
gloves and took the delicate, sensitive
face of the girl between hts two hands
“Will you, dearest?”
Her eyes stopped dancing and turned
wondrous tender.
“Oh, I hoped you’d understand, but 1
did not dream”—
“Will you, dearest?” persisted the
man.
»ne lowered ner long rasnes over me
eyes Into which he tried so hard to
gaze. Later she murmured from the
shelter of his arras: “But I want to tell
you the truth, Lester. I never loved
you till Just this minute. And I had
made up my mind that if you did not
understand I would Just”—
He threw on the power. .
“Let us get across the line quick be
fore you change your mind again.”
Hiram Manning, Justice of the peace
In the —th district, plucked at his
beard and regarded the couple doubt
fully.
“I’d like f oblige you, but this ain’t
no Gretna Green, an’—well, I don't
mind tellin’ you that the girl looks un
der age.”
“But I am not,” protested the girl.
“I am twenty.”
“Not castln’ no reflections, ma’am,
but I’d like some proof”—
The girl and the man looked at each
other; then the girl’s troubled glance
traveled to the table, and a smile
brightened her face.
"Isn’t that proof enough that my
family are willing?”
She held the paper toward the Jus
tice with the face of a girl peering
straight from the printed page.
The Justice looked from the picture
to the girl, and his face alternately
flushed and paled.
“Gosh all hemlocks, you’re Banker
Claflln’s girl, and he—he’s”—
“Yes,” said the girl, her eyes danc
ing. “ne Is Lord Gramaton. But In
deed, he’s very nice In spite of the
fnct” she added as Justice of the
Peace Manning continued to stare In
credulously at the man’s slim figure in
Its disreputable motoring apparel.
“You wait a bit I’ll be right back,”
said the Justice, with sudden accession
of spirit, and he started for the door.
The girl and man sprang after him.
“You are not going to telephone—to
town—to those wretched reporters.
Please, please, let us be married quite
alone, with Just some of your family
for witnesses," cried the girl.
“Yes,” added the man nervously.
“We’ve Just run away from all that
sort of thing—piffle, don’t you know.
Please let us get away quietly. Don’t
telephone, I beg of you.”
“Telephone nothin',” exclaimed the
Justice heartily. “Pm Just goln’ to put
•n my Sunday suit Never expect to
marry a millionaire’s girl and a lord
again In my time.”
Captivating a Queen.
It was by his graceful execution of a
dance that youug Hatton first capti
vated the heart of Queen Elizabeth,
says Edward Scott in his book on
“Dancing In All Ages.” He had been
brought up to the law and entered
court, as his enemy. Sir John Ferrot
used to say, “by the gatllarde,” as hlB
first appearance there was on the occa
sion of a mask ball, and her majesty
was so struck by his good looks and
activity that she made him one of her
band of pensioners, who were consid
ered the handsomest men In England.
It is said that the favors which the
virgin monarch extended to her new
favorite excited the Jealousy of the
whole court especially that of the Earl
of Leicester, who, thinking to depre
ciate the accomplishments of the
young lawyer, offered to Introduce to
Elizabeth’s notice a professional dancer
whose saltatory performances were
considered far more wonderful than
Hatton’s. To this suggestion, however,
the royui lady, with more vehemence
thnn elegance, exclaimed: “Pish! I
will not see your man. It is his trade."
An Inspiration.
Little Willie—Say, pa, what Is an In
spiration? Pa—An Inspiration, my son,
Is the sudden recollection of some one
who will probably stand for a touch.—
Kansas City Newsboolc.
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