T. V. Atkinson Estate
Public Sale
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As executor of the estate of the late Thomas Atkinson 1 will offer
the following property at public auction at the Atkinson ranch, 27
miles north and 3 miles east of Burwell, 22 miles west and G miles
south of Chamebrs, 35 miles south and 3 miles west of Atkinson, com
mencing at 10 o’clock a. m., on
Tuesday, March 14th
100-Head of Cattle-100
Sixty-one head of cows, 17 with calves by their side, balance of the
cows supposed to be in calf; G 3-year-old heifers; 3 heifers, 2 years old;
7 heifers, 1 year old; 1 yearling steer. Most of these cattle are high
grade Herefords.
One Hereford Bull, 6 Years Old.
16-Head of Horses-16
One bay mare, smooth mouth, weight 1450; one gray
mare, eight years old, weight 1450; one gray horse, smooth
mouth, weight 1200; 1 sorrel mare, in foal, weight 1100; 1 buckskin
horse, smooth mouth, weight 900; 1 buckskin mare, smooth mouth, sup
posed to be in foal, weight 800; 1 sorrel mare, six years old, weight
800; 1 iron gray mare, four years old, weight 1000; 1 bay horse, three
years old, weight 1250; 1 sorrel horse, four years old, weight 1150; 1
sorrel horse, three years old, weight 1000; 1 bay horse, three years old,
weight 1000; 2 colts, mares, coming two years old; 1 mare colt, iron
gray, one year old; 1 sorrel mare colt, one year old.
Farm Machinery, Etc.
Three sets work harness; 1 saddle; 1 wagon and hay rack; 1 wagon
with box; 1 top buggy; 1 Slide hay stacker; 1 Dempster hay sweep,
; foot guide, nearly new; 1 Deering 12-foot rake; 2 six-foot McCormick
|! mowers; 1 Clover Leaf manure spreader; 1 disc; 2 riding cultivators; 1
12-inch grasshopper breaking plow; 1 cook stove; 1 small heating
S stove; 1 table; 1 cupboard, bookcase and desk; 1 commode; 1 stand; 1
clock; 1 rocking chair; 1 double barrel shot gun; 1 dehorner; 1 tele
phone, nearly new, and many other articles too numerous to mention.
Plenty of Free Lunch Served at 12 O’clock
TERMS OF SALE—One year’s time will be given on all sums over
k $10, with approved security and 10 per cent interest. Sums of $10 and
T under cash.
/ HUDSON BRUNER, Executor.
Cols. James Mioore, and J. R. Jarvis, Auct. S. J. Weekes, Clerk
AN OLD TIMER WRITES.
Tells a Few Stories About Old Time;
and Gives His Opinion on Cur
rent Events.
Mr. Frontier: Dear Sir:—I used ti
<pr live in Holt County, and I used to writi
for The Frontier and I expect that ou
side the matter written by Doc
Wathews himself, I was the first t<
write things at his request that ap
peared in its columns.
But things changed. The republi
cans and democrats got to fighting fo:
spoils. T. J. Smith had come fron
Niobrara, and brought a small print
ing press, and ran a very small shee
of a newspaper, and he said it wa;
democratic, so Jim Perry met a fellov
with a load of lumber on the northeri
prairie, who was looking for a place t<
pitch off his lumber and build a homi
on the sunny sand hills of northeri
Holt, near Brush Creek.
Jim, after talking with the pros
pective homesteader, found that hi
was an ex-news paper man from,
think, Marinette, Wisconsin, and pre
vailed on him to throw off his lumbc:
^ and go with him to O’Neill.
I happened to be visiting in a smai
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V SUCCES VS. FAILURE
Opportunity is not a jest—
it’s an everlasting fact. Th<
one great, basic different
between the successful mai
and the unsuccessful man i:
that the one is prepared t<
take advantage of oppor
tunity when it comes—ant
rides on to success. Th<
other is not prepared—ant
remains a failure. Are yoi
preparing yourself for op
portunity? $1.00—a trifle ii
itself, but pregnant wit!
possibilities that affect you
entire future—starts you
^ Savings Account with us to
day. And why not to-day?
If you cannot master your
wants now, you will never be
master of dollars in the future.
^ This bank carries no indebtedness (
< officers or stock holders and
we are a member of
The Federal Reserve Banl
Capital, surplus and undivided profu
$100,000.00.
THE O’NEILL NATION A
BANK,
I O’NEILL. NEBRASKA.
little building which stood on the same
ground that Jack Thomas’ does now,
5 and where the weak and thirsty sun
and sand burnt pilgrim found stim
ulant and beverage, this was the place
where Jim always sought a regenera
i tion of “spirits,” and a revival of des
s pairing enthusiasm, and of course
; conducted his ex-newspaper man to
. the then longed for harbor of rest,
i Now my dear reader, to appreciate
. this recounting of the past, I must ask
you to hear how things usually went.
• The fellow who owned the jugs and
• bottles in the aforesaid small building
i was about twenty-three years old, and
a green horn at mixing drinks, but he
; had a very particular friend who did
i know how to mix in the person of
' well I won’t say who, but he lived up
i on the hill and owned 160 east of
i where Mr. Mann’s house is now, so this
! friend said: “Why don’t you make
i your own beverage ? I can make some
for you, good stuff too, and if you get
• me some peaches and alcohol I’ll make
: you some nice peach brandy.” The
! peaches were bought, dry of course,
• from old Pat, and all furnished, and in
• a big pail carried off east to the farm.
It was very hard at that time to get
[ supplies, they were hauled over the
divide from Niobrara City, and would
often be gone before a new supply
J could be had, especially after Old Cy
I Buck’s wagon freight train had
passed, or a band of Cow Boys passed
through going west with cattle to the
western range, in that case they
always bedded their cattle south of the
Elkhorn, and came across, to also seek
‘ a reviving beverage, and when both
i they and the wagon train spent a night
in O’Neill, the morning found the
^ small house with a much depleted
3 stock, and this day when our friend
j Jim and the News Paper man sought
hospitality and relief, it was just one
• of those mornings, and the friend from
} the hill had just brought in some
fresh made peach brandy, but in the
" manufacture had burnt the peaches
1 and it looked somewhat like the black
j est kind of machine oil, and when Jim
approached the board and said “fill
■ ’em up, and for g— sake hurry,” the
j waiter said: “Nothing but peach
brandy to-day,” and the decanter was
^ placed on the bar. Jim had been so
f used to drinking rainwater with cay
,, enne pepper, laudnum, tobacco juice
and alcohol and calling it borbon that
■ he never expected any thing else and
always said it was good. He grabbed
his dose and swallowed it, and of
course his chum did the same, but oh
good lord deliver us, if you could have
seen the contortions and gyrations that
,f followed, and after coughing and
spitting and trying to catch breath
enough to swear, he finally asked.
“For God’s sake what political brand of
l. whiskey it that? Democrat or Re
publican ? He was told that it was
neither one, that it was non-partisan,
and went direct to the consumer with
r out any government revenue attached.
He said: “revenue attached? Where
in h—1 did it come from?” The waiter
by that time had his head down be
hind the bar, to hide his enjoyment
| and Jim could be heard ha, ha, ha, ha
B clear to the Elkhorn, but the stranger
was mad and said things that would
not sound well in Sunday school, and
asked: “What in h—1 do you call that
any how?” “Peach Brandy,” and he
said: “Peach h—1 and d—n nation.
It tastes as though you had boiled up
your dirty old socks and put some
tobacco juice and alcohol in for season
ing,” The bar tender said: “Say,
stranger, your mighty particular about
your drinks, if you st^iy in this country
you will have to swallow things that
would give a mud turtle the colic. The
next time you come send a runner
ahead to announce the importance of
your approach, and we will send a
courier and broncho to Omaha for a
necter of the gods to just pamper your
feminine appetite.” The stranger re
marked, “from the taste he had in his
mouth he thought he must have im
bibed a decoction of brimstone fresh
from the furnace of hades.”
Jim said, “stop your growling and
take another, if the first didn’t kill
you, risk another,” and he downed a
brimmer, The stranger watched, and
said: “If I have to take that to get
used to this country why fill’er up
again, I might as well begin,” and
after swallowing it he said. “By g—
it’s good.” We all laughed then. Jim
said: “By the way I want to make
you acquainted,” and he said: “Mr.
Jones I will ask you to have the honor
of shaking hands with Mr. Mathews.”
And the stranger said: “Call me
Doc.” And Perry explained that Doc.
had come to town to make arrange
ments to start a republican paper to
fight T. J. Smith and the bartender
said, “If this fellow is going to fight
T. J. Smith he must have different
stuff to drink than that, and taking a
jug he crossed the street diagonally,
to the corner building now occupied
by the Bentley store, then occupied by
Capwell, and handed the jug to Barney
Kearns, the sheriff, who was clerking
for Capwell, and told him he wanted
the best he had in the cellar to give
a fellow who was going to start a
republican paper to fight Smith. Bar
ney, who was a republican, and the
best whole-souled fellow who ever
lived, said he would draw from the
best keg in the cellar if that would
help it along, so with the replenished
jug Mr. Jones returned and reported
the favorable attitude of Barney and
when Doc sampled the jug he reached
out and shook hands with Jones and
thanked him for his trouble saying:
“Our acquaintance was founded on
a terrible mixture, but Mr. Jones,
if I can drink that stuff from you
without shooting you, you should be
my everlasting friend.” and they were
friends the last I knew and I guess
they ai-e yet. Ask Doc. if he re
members his first drink in O’Neill.
Perry and Doc. started to hunt up
Sanford Parker, then they got H. M.
Uttley, next Pat Hagerty and when
Neil Brennan pulled in with a load of
fight the meeting was complete and
The Frontier had its republican birth.
If you stop to remember you will see
that Jones’ stimulent “Peach Brandy”
was the infusion of determination that
The Frontier first got when Doc. gave
his hand to the republicans of O’Neill
and reiterated what he vouched when
he took his second drink of peach
brandy: Lave or die, survive or per
ish, The Frontier would embark on
its life of war with the democrats.”
Well the fact being that I wanted
to write to kill time through this
cold weather, and that I wanted to
write about olden times and have it
subject to the criticism' of one who
was here in Holt county in those early
days, and also being a Christian, I
wanted to do my missionary work
where satin was the strongest, and
for this reason wanted to write for a
republican paper. I want to say some
thing about preparedness, and I want
to say that when an officer is elected
by the people and protects them from
war and tries to keep war off as long
as possible he should be backed by
everybody. I want to say when a
demagogue, who pretends to be a Chris
tian, and pretends to endorse the
sacred charge of “Peace on Earth,
Good Will to Man”, and then when
Wilson is enduring all venemous
slander by war advocates, and is
still steadfast to peace and protection,
a democrtic demagogue who preaches
part of the time, and lectures all the
time, and who even by insinuation or
assertion in any way harasses Wilson
in his efforts for peace, is and must be
a—well—well—I can’t think of it, a
W. J. B. (Whimsical Jealous Blather
skite.)
I believe that every citizen should
struggle for the best as Wilson is
struggling for peace; and prepare for
the worst, as Wilson is preparing for
the protection of the nation if war is
inevitable.
I also believe that preparedness ap
plies to the individual as well as the
nation, and for this reason Wilson,
having handled the difficulty so suc
cessfully, and thwarted all the efforts
to drive him into war with Mexico or
Germany, that he is the man to con
tinue at the helm of the ship of state.
I believe that when a nation pros
pers under the administration of any
president, and he demonstrates his
effort to make it prosper, and that
his policy is good and causes prosper
ity,, he should have the entire support
of all parties. That is the reason I
voted for Taft. When we have a con
JOHN L. KENNEDY.
Candidate for the Republican Nomina
tion for United States Senator.
Has lived in Nebraska 33 years.
Has bad experience us Congressman.
Knows ihe needs of Nebraska people.
Has always been a Republican.
Primary Election April 18, 1916.
gressman that does more for his dis
trict than any other has ever done,
and if he can’t do anything for one
locality he does something for some
other locality that he can do, it shows
that he is continually trying and doing
something all the time. Such a man
deserves the support and respect of
the people, regardless of party, For
this reason I believe we should support
Kinkaid.
I believe that when a state senator
or state representative has had the
experience and proves that he is con
tinually trying to accomplish some
thing for the good of their state that
they should have the support of the
people, regardless of party. For this
reason I believe that John A. Robert
son, Dennis H. Cronin and Crist An
derson should have the vote of the
people, and the reason is because of
their experience and energy, which
constitutes their preparedness. And
the difficulty which Mr. Wilson is
trying to keep our nation out of, has
rendered him more thoroughly pre
pared than any other for the position
of president, and if he wants the
nation also prepared it is because his
intelligence of the surrounding con
ditions presents the pertinent neces
sity.
i wisn aiso to can tne attention or any
one to the fact that all tribes of people
have rizen or fallen according to their
preparedness. The tribes which car
ried the war club, like the colored man.
were invaded by the tribes which had
the bow and arrow and subdued and
enslave them.
The tribe which had only the bow
and arrow and spears were invaded by
tribes who had the same, but had
added the chariott with sycles at
tached, and they too fell by the way
side.
The flint lock gun, with the better
prepared powder, soon knocked out
the fellows who did not have it and
made slaves and bond men, and all
the unfortunate clalsses of people who
did not have the latest and best weap
ons, were over-powered and subdued
by those who had. So no matter how
they prayed the God of war was with
the longest gun.
Beginning with the tribes of Israel,
and their exodus from Egypt and
their conquering the tribes on the rout
to Mount Morah, and the fact was
demonstrated there that preparedness
is what counts.
Following through all national suc
cesses or failures and even to the in
vasion of Chili by Pisaro and the
tribes unprepared or less prepared
were invariably almost exterminated.
We come to the American Indian
and we find the white Christian with
his cannon collecting the unfortunate
red man in bunches and testing his
cannon,aust;for the sport of the killing.
Do you think their ships would ever
have landed if the red men had the
longest cannon?
Do you think that if the Yellow race
would combine and had the best air
ships and the most of them and the
longest and most powerful guns, and
invade the United States. What do
you think anyway ? Why the present
race of our U. S. would be driven out
into the sea as the red man was
driven, and with more ease.
But the worst danger is not from
the Yellow race. The most savage
enemy is the covetious, oppressive,
Christian white man, and the nations
of our own blood and color. Why only
a few years ago the Tories traded
powder and shot to the Indians for
the scalps of their white neighbors,
in Pennsylvania, Ohio, Virginia and
Indiana, and sent the scalps to London
where the reward was paid according
to the scalp taken, and it was not a
national war, for it was English men
such as George Washington, Thomas
Jefferson, U. S. Adams and Tom Paine
who were being scalped, and their
children of the Dutch New Yorker
and such Dutch as Stueben were all
fighting with Washington, Adams, Jef
! ferson and Paine, against the murder
ous atrociousness of the enemy,
while the German Hessians were hired
| to the English King and sent to Amer
ica to help the tories and Indians.
So it is plain that what actuates these
aggressions is not modified by national
blood, but what incites it is commer
cial greed and tribute for extended
privileges. So President Wilson
knows that professed kindness, from
any nation, is only a subterfuge, for
gaining time, for the city of Washing
ton was burned in 1814, by the nation
which is most loud in its professions,
and there are old soldiers who now
walk the streets of O’Neill, who carry
the wounds made by the poisioned
bullets furnished the south to help
rend this nation to pieces but a short
time ago, and they did not care
whether the bullet struck an English
man or a Germnnor an Irishman.
Wilson knows that he must watch them
all and be prepared for the treachery
of any. It is a Christian propensity
to maintain peace as long as possible,
but ifwar is inevitable, the strongest
Christian propensity and example is
to be best prepared for battle. Chris
tianity and preparedness are one and
the same thing. That’s the reason
most people want to be prepared to
die and I am afraid some will have to
live a long time to get ready. If it
is a sacred duty to prepare to die,
surely itis an imperative responsi
bility to prepare to live and keep some
fellow from killing you.
And it don’t make much difference
what nationality does the killing, it
hurts anyhow, especially if you give a
mortgage on your own children and
the children of your friends to pay the
fellow for the killing business, and
trouble, which is always the reward
of war.
In the time of the inception of
American r reeuom, vne nation wmcn
invaded our natural rights, was looked
upon as a common enemy, and the best
citizens all became American patriots,
and among them were the noblest of
all nationalities, English, French,
German, Irish, Swede and all, while
on the other side was the same
mixture for among the tories were
some of all, and among the traitors
were the same, and so it should be to
day, there would be and will be no
English, no German, no Irish, no
French and no other nationality,
among the noblest species of citizen
ship, they will be all Americans.
Here is where the posterity of the
iresent race, regardless of race, creed
or nationality, will be the mangled
soldier of war, and here will be the
ollection and imposing of revenue
the inslaved patriot to satisfy the
commercial greed of the other nations
and the redemption of bonds eagerly
purchased by our wealth holding
enemies. This is the reason I believe
Wilson should be backed by all in his
efforts to be prepared for tfie enemy.
Nations are only a multitude of in
dividuals, and the united individual
propensity, ,becomes the propensity
and incentie and the national pro
ceedure and policy.
I don’t like these little cranks of
men, who are always watching a
chance to show how brave they are,
and who are always getting into a
light whether they come out best or
not, and I don’t like those big cranks
of men who travel on their muscle be
cause they have it, either, because
they both hunt for trouble without be
ing prepared, and they generally get
it, and any of the old fellows who have
tumbled over these localities for the
last forty years has had ample op
portunity to observe the fate of these
kind of fellows.
I 1IK.U UIC Civil ItJllUW VVI1U li> civil
with every one. I like the fellow who
will take abuse and not resent it until
it becomes dangerous, whether he is
strong as a lion or weak as a mouse.
I do despise to see a fellow making
faces at any one or every one of his
enemys. He should not spoil the kind
expression of countenance, which God
gave him, because some other fellow is
but just keep an eye on them, and
always be prepared with preparedness.
I remember once hearing a fellow who
thought he might get killed before he
got through talking to a crowd who
had planned to kill him, but they did
not know that he knew all about the
plans. He talked as civil as a school
boy, and said, “There is one thing
I never allow any one man or set of
men to get the start of me in; and that
is being civil.”
But while he was talking he was
about as full of preparedness to kill
the whole outfit as they were to kill
him, and they did not know it then,
and never found it out yet.
I like a fellow who is like our home
production, Jack Sullivan, and the
rest of them, who were raised among
the invironments of Holt county with
our old friend “Uucle Jim” as a tutor;
it would be a wonder if they were not
the essence of civility, always kind to
every one and when the quarrel
hunter and bravado is bound to have
a turmoil, he finds a cyclone.
There was once a man who lived in
Holt whom you knew well, he was a
kind good man, and a member of a
church which believed in standing up
in the congregation and acknowledging
their faults.
This man got into some trouble with
McKELVIE FOR GOVERNOR.
The Logical Candidate.
Lori? before S. R, McKelvie, publish
er of the Nebraska Farmer, signified
his intention of being a candidate for
governor it was freely remarked that
his many qualifications would make
him tiio most logical man for that po
sltlon. His successful business career,
ills lifetime of close association with
Nebraska farming, his several years of
legislative experience, first in the house
of representatives and next as lieu
tenant governor—all of these things,
together with his splendid character,
make him especially worthy of the
title The Popular Candidate.
one of his neighbors, and the neighbor,
being combative jumped the old man’s
carcas, and would maybe have left him
a cripple for life, but he got hold of a'
shingle hatchet and the assailant left
the scene with a badly disfigured
cranium.
The next Sunday they all assembled
in prayer, and our old friend was
among them. When the time came,1
each one in his turn arose and told
how good he had been, and thanked the
great giver of fortitude and virtue for
giving them grace to be good as they
were, but each one took a round about
shot at our lonely friend whom was
forced to use the hatchet in self de
fense, and to make it understood I will
say he was about the very best in the
assembled crowd of neighbors. Our old
friend stood it meekly and with that
contrition of spirit which becomes a
Christian, and when all his neighbors
had professed their goodness, and not
one acknowledged a fault, he slowlyi
arose, and after a pause, solemnly
said: “Brothers and Sisters I am a
wicked man, and I thank God for giv-1
ing me courage and truthfullness to
acknowledge that I am a wicked man.'
if the good Lord thinks your prayers
would ever reach heaven I will ask
him to have you pray for me. But I
know that the All Seeing Eye is on
every heart in this congregation. I
know that He can cull the Christian!
mercy of each, from the propencious-)
ness of evil, and I hesitate to ask your i
endurance; so I ask His wisdom to
receive them or not; {
“But Brothers and Sisters if I am a !
wicked man, I am just as good as myj
wicked neighbors will let me be.” He j
ws talking to his neighbors. Well j
that is just the way I want a nation to 1
be, to be shrewd enough to discern the
[professions of pretending nations, to
ie their subtrafuge and craftiness, and
be just as good as they will allow it to.
ne, but be prepared with a little*
hatchet rolled up in their coat tail to,
defend the national life if need be,]
the same as our old, and now departed!
friend. IS
Mr. iteaaer, i wouia nice to nave tne
time to just rehearse the individual
illustrations I have seen in the prairie
and valleys surrounding and border
ing on the Elkhorn, Niobrara and Mis
souri. “In the Lough o’ th’y years
flown a wa’,” where preparedness was
the thing that proved “The only re
liable,” but it would be neither edify
ing, or interesting, and I have referred
to the old settlers because when we
recollect the old timers who gathered
in O’Neill, when Holt county reached
to the western boundary of the state,
as they came from every corner and
gulch and plain, we positively know
now that in the U. S. never again will
such men meet together. Where
creed or party never effected their
elections, and such was proven by the
different ones who were chosen. Yes,
such men are only brought into ex
istance by being forced to rise to the
immergency, and where necessity and
acquaintenee lays all prudence and
ignorance away until succeeding nar
rowness and those whose incompetency
unfits them for any thing greater, may
try to satisfy their associates with the
oose of its blackened stench.
Yes, Mr. Frontier, I was here, when
men walked all the way to the Black
Hills to get a job. When the people
went to the gulches for firewood, and
when you could go into most any log
house in the north and almost any
cold night find the floors covered with
men on blankets waiting for daylight
to start back with wood, some times
from thirty to forty miles.
The log houses were built with only
one long room mostly and the bread was
mostly corn bread, spread out for all
and prepared by samples of independ
ent heroines of patriotic liberty, and
given with out charge, with the
remark, “It is the best we have and
you are welcome.” Few of the houses
in which any and all were not welcome
to share the best they had.
(Continued next week.)