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<©, 1923, Western Newspaper Union.)
Mike, facing his opponent In the
ring, tried to nerve himself to his Job,
but lie began to see the face of Terry
Ornstein through a wavering mist.
He reeled under his blows. It was
the fourth round. And it looked Un
commonly like a knockout for Mike.
lie heard the cries of derision come
from the throats of the spectators as
lie reeled around the ring, evading
Terry’s terrible punches. He had been
taken on at the last moment, Terry’s
opponent having failed to materialize.
Oil, and he could have licked Terry
to a frazzle. He had not trained
those months for nothing. He knew
that within himseii there lay the pow
er to knock out his adversary, to leap
ut one hound into affluence and celeb
rity. To knock out Terry meant
fame, and more money than Mike had
ever had in his life. It was the op
portunity of his life.
At home his wife lay sick, more
from hunger than fever. That was at
the bottom of it all. She had gone
hungry that Mike might keep in con
dition, waiting for the chance that
had now come to him.
But that evening Mike had gone
supperless to the ampitheater. The
last bit of food in the house had gone
for Polly. Mike hud not dreamed that
within an hour he would be facing
Terry Ornstein. The dream of his
life come truel Fighting—upon a
stomach that had been empty for
seven hours! That faintness and
nausea I
Mike’s blows landed light as feath
ers. Through the bloody mist that
swam before his eyes he saw Terry,
grinning and confident, as he landed
one punch after another.
Catcalls of derision arose. “Finish
him, Terry 1 Gee, stand up to him!
This ain’t no dancing school 1”
And suddenly missiles began to fly.
A rotten orange landed in the ring
and went bouncing along till it came
to rest under the ropes. As a matter
of fact it was that orange that saved
Mike from a knockout. Jt temporarily
diverted Terry’s right from his jaw.
Then something struck Mike square
ly under the eye, and he tottered and
fell. At that instant the round ended.
And Mike lay, clutching in his
fingers a burst paper bag, containing
a large piece of raw steak that some
enthusiast had been carrying home for
his evening meal.
His second was fanning him. “You
gotta pull yourself together, Mike,”
he said. “You gotta hold him. Whas
ermarrer with you?”
His eyes fell upon the steak. He
looked at Mike and swore softly.
“Hungry?" he asked.
Mike nodded.
“Well, for the love of—of Mike!
You didn’t have na supper? Say,
think you could get away with that
before the next round? Hurry, lad.
Bolt it! It don't digest in the mouth
—no need to chew steak. Get some
thing in your stomach, and get it
quick,”
Somehow Mike managed to get
down the raw meat. Nobody was pay
ing much attention to what he was
doing. The derision of the audience
had turned upon Terry for failing to
knock his opponent out. “Finish him
next round, boy!” they were shout
ing. /
When tiie fifth round began Mike
walked forward liTte a lion. That lilt
of raw meat in his stomach hi*l revo
lutionized his cosmos. He felt his
old fighting self again. His second
looked at him.
“By the lord, Mike, I think you
can heat him!" he said to him.
“Finish him, Terry! Attaboy!” A
terrific punch had sent Mike reeling.
For a moment the nrena swam around
him. Then, o-it of the fog. came Pol
ly’s face, wistful and patient ns she
lay in bed. She hod always believed
In him.
And the next mo:ncn4_Tnixy Ora
stein was lying II.it on the floor, with
the most amaze.! expression on his
face. The audience suddenly grew
still.
After that ij light was fought which
bad never Teen seen since the palmy
days of the ring—whenever they were.
It was a battle without mercy, with
out finesse, of two giants who stood
up in tiie middle of the ring and
slugged each other. The silence of
stupefaction had given place to a
frenzy of excitement. Everybody was
upon his feet, shouting, shrieking,
howling.
It could not last for ever. Terry
swung a furious right at Mike’s head,
and missed. Mike’s left, which he had
Iron saving, went straight from the
shoulder to Terry’s Jaw.
The amazed spectators saw the
champion reel. fall, and collapse. At
the count of ten be was still lying
senseless upon the floor.
But Mike \yns hardly conscious of
ilie frenzied ovation. He only saw
P< n.v, lying white and patient In the
i ed. Polly would never go hungry
again.
Care of Floors.
If hardwood floors are badly spotted
and dirty, the best way to clean them
is wfiilng them up with gasoline.
Moisten a clean piece of cheesecloth
with "as< line and wet the surface of
the floor vigorously with moisture of
cheesecloth, changing cloth as soon
as it become# much soiled.
Tf floor Is not very dirty use a good
liquid wax.
Sl'ppery wax floors are prevented
by the use of liquid wax and a light
wax mop.
I The Lega cy Left
by Unci 3 John
j | By ANTHONY REIMERT
(©. 1923, Western J swspaper Union.)
Uncle John had been 111 for seven
mouths before he died, and had been
attended by a horde of relations,
i Uncle John had lived forty years in
the little cottage at the end of the.
road. In his old age he had grown
crabbed and crafty and mean; he had
dismissed his old housekeeper and at
tended to his own wants until stricken
by his mortal illness.
Then his relatives swooped down—
for everybody knew the old man was
wealthy. There were Brother James
and Brother Thomas, Sister Angelica,
Cousin Betsy, Cousin Matilda, and an
uncounted host of nephews and nieces,
vying with one another.
One brought him broth, one brought
him iiowers, one looked after him on
Tuesdays and Saturdays, and another
on Wednesdays and Sundays. Sister
Angelica, with whom he had been
estranged for years, came in every
evening and there was an affecting
scene between them.
Who was his favorite? Niece Mary,
the local stenographer, who was near
ly forty, but happy in her inevitable
spinsterhood, seemed to hold the old
man’s heart more than any of the
others. They told Uncle John shock
ing stories about her, but Uncle John
seemed too far gone to take these
tales at their proper valuation.
They were as sweet as honey to the
old man, and pressed their rival
claims upon him. Cousin Matilda was
a widow; with five children to bring
up. But Brother James thought that,
as head of the family, he should in
herit the ,bulk of Uncle John’s Drop
erty.
Uncle John had certainly never had
such a time In his life as In those last
months. He lived upon jelly and
chicken, and his room was like a hot
house. Uncle John Incidentally de
tested flowers. Niece Mary was the
only one who didn’t give him expen
sive presents, but then she only got
fifteen a week, and It Is hard to be
generous on that amount of money.
One night Utacle John quietly ffell
asleep In death when nobody was near
him. Perhaps It was just as well.
They came In and found the old man
lying back upon his pillows, a placid
smile upon his face.
“It’s a mercy, after all he’d suffered,
poor man I’’ was Cousin Matilda’s ver
dict.
“Well, he lived a long life If not
a merry one," soliloquized Brother
James.
And two problems perturbed them
exceedingly: How much had Uncle
John left, and who was going to get
the bulk of It?
“I should say," said Brother Thom
as, pursing his lips, “that my brother
was worth about forty thousand.”
“Forty thousand?” cried Brother
James. “How fur will that go among
us all? Of course, I ain’t suggesting
thut John has left more'n a trillng
remAnbrancer to most of ’em,” tie
added.
The will was read the morning
after the old man’s death, by* the
gray-haired lawyer, In the shabby lit
tle living room.
“To my brother, James, in acknowl
edgment of his headship of the fam
ily, fifty dollars."
The terrible silence was cut by n
snickering laugh from Cousin Matilda.
“To |ny brother, Thomas, in ac
knowledgment of his kindness to a
crabbed old man—”
“Ah!” There was a universal sigh.
So Thomas had got it, had he?”
“Twenty-five dollars.”
This time everybody except the
brothers burst out laughing.
“To my sister, Angelica, my house
and its contents.”
“Worth five hundred at the out
side!” sniffed Sister Angelica con
temptuously. “The mean old—”
“Hush ! Hush !” cried the indignant
voices.
“To my cousins, Betsy and Matilda,
and each of my nephews and nieces,
except my niece. Mary, ten dollars
apiece."
Indignant, dagger-glances at Mary,
who sat alone in one corner of the
room.
“To my niece, Mary, the remainder
of my personal estate, together with
my recipe for happiness."
How much? How much? There
were agonizing looks at Mary. They
forgot to shake hands with her when
they filed out.
It was a little over two hundred
dollars, the lawyer Informed Mary a
little later. lie handed her a letter
from her uncle, the envelope inscribed
“Recipe for Happiness." Mary
opened It:
“My dear, I wish I could do more
for you. But you follow this advice
and it’ll be as good as money to you
ns long ns you live. The next best
thing to having money is purtending.”
Rastus on Vowels.
Rastus—Kin you’ tell me, Uncle
Eph, why de lettnh “1" am de hap
pies’ of all de vowels?
Unde Eph—Lemme see; de vowels
am a, e, 1, o, u, an’ cnsionully y. Why
dat “y" came buttin’ in lak dat, de
Lawd ony know.
Rastus—’Scuse me, but^ou am beg
gin’ de qwestyum. Well, don, lemme
splain it to you: **i” am in de midst
of bliss, while “e” am In hell and all
de res’ am in purgatory.
Uncle Eph—HallelulyahP Dot “i”
lies got all de othas on de blink. An
say boy, you suttinly wukked In dat
easiopal “y” Jus lgk a collldge pro
fessah!—Detroit Free Press.
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I Jn Obedience to
Jungle Law
By MORRIS SCHULTZ
<©, 1921. Wentern Newspaper Union.)
Oasey had been “promoted” from the
small rodents to the primates, but he
was not sure he liked it. It was much
harder work, to begin with, and then
there were those afternoons when
Baby, Bill and Mr. Jinks had tea on a
platform in the zdo gardens.
He, Casey, had to sit on the plntform
with the three chimpanzees and pour
out tea for them, and make them
watch their table manners, while the
crowd grinned underneath und said,
“Ain’t they human!”
Occasionally, too, wags pretended
that Casey was one of the qunrtette
of primates and addressed him aa
“Jocko.”
The chief trouble, however, was that
Mr. Jinks and Casey didn't get on to
gether. Mr. Jinks always showed his
white teeth when Cs soy n; p..*aml. He
had been attached t<> Id* o: l keeper and
couldn’t understand wlml Casey want
ed with him.
On this particular day Casoy was
tired. All hands h. J been e: Hell out
because It was discovered thui a par
ticularly poisonous eobrn had In sotne
way escaped from its cage and was at
large In the zoo grounds. They hud
searched all the morning, but Imd not
discovered It.
Oasey was worn out when he got
Baby, Bill and Mr. Jinks on their plat
form. That day Mr. Jinks took it Into
his head to behave badly. He snatched
up the teapot, drank out of. the spout,
scalded his mouth and began whimper
ing. Then he tried to bite Casey’s
hand and Casey forgot himself and
boxed Mr. Jinks' ears. Mr. Jinks
started howling.
The crowd lost Its temper. “Say,
you big baboon, you let the little fel
ler alone!” a man yelled.
"What a shameful thing 1” said an
old lady. “Those keepers are awful
cruel to the dear animals, I’ve heard.
He# ought to be reported.’’
Casey was certainly having a bad
time. Mr. Jinks sulked and blubbered
and Baby and Bill, following his bad
example, began snatching up the cake
and cramming it Into their mouths.
The more Casey tried" to control them,
the more hostile grew the spectators.
“Say, yo oughter be put In a cage
yerself I” shouted a fat man.
“Clip him one on the ear, Mr. Jinks 1”
shouted a thin man.
At last, to Casey’s relief, the tea
was finished. Baby and Bill, at Casey’s
signal, bounded from the platform and
made their way home to their cages.
This was a feature of the afternoon.
Sometimes Casey would pretend to for
get one of them and the crowd woujd
see a frantic chimpanzee rushing wild
ly after its keeper. This always tickled
It.
Today Mr. Jinks remained ip a re
fractory mood. He snarled when
Casey tried to make peace with him,
wouldn’t take an orange, and then,
with a sudden bound, he had leaped
from the platform to the branches of
an overhanging tree, where he clung,
while the crowd went frantic with de
light.
“Get up and get your baby I" shout
ed a square man.
“Give papa a climb 1” cried a very
thin, emaciated one.
But suddenly, quick as a flash, Mr.
Jinks had leaped from the tree. He
was running through a patch of heavy
grass and Casey was following him.
Casey had a fine chase. It ended at
the very outskirts of the gardens, with
Mr. Jinks sitting on a fence and Casey
standing In the grass a few feet away,
holding out a banana, while Mr. Jinks
showed his teeth.
Suddenly, with a hoarse scream, Mr.
Jinks flew at Casey. So sudden was
the onset that Casey stumbled and fell
back Into the grass. He heard Mr.
Jinks screaming lrtmrsely. He put up
his hands to save himself. He pictured
the chimpanzee’s teeth in his throat.
But only a plaintive whine followed.
Casey sat up. Mr. Jinks was sitting
In the grass a few feet away from him,
looking at him w>lth a tired expression.
Casey advanced belligerently; ad
vanced, and stopped In amazement.
Beside Mr. Jinks, colled up, lay the
cobra, dead. Mr. Jinks’ teeth had bit
ten Its head nearly off.
And Mr. Jinks’ arm was swollen to
the size of Casey’s leg. The chimpan
zee’s eyes were glazing fast.
With a sob Casey kneeled down and
put his arm round Mr. Jinks’ neck. Mr.
Jinks chattered, his head fell upon
Casey’s breast. Mr. Jinks was dead.
He had died In obedience to jungle
law. For men and monkeys stand to
gether against humanity’s first enemy.
Casey understood that, their quarrel
had been forgotten In the presence of
the snake.
Sport.
An Englishman, touring America for
the first time, was riding In a taxi
through some of Chicago’s most beau
tiful suburbs.
Just as the car hummed past an ex
tremely well-kept cemetery, partly hid
den by trees and flowers, he called to
the driver to stop.
“I say, Is this a summer resort/’
“You betcha,” came the quick re
ply ; “the last resort.”
“Jolly attractive scenery; guess I’ll
stop and have tea heah.”
“Sny, this ain’t no tea station; this
Is a marble orchard."
The Londoner bewilderingly re
peated :
"A marble orchard! I suy, what do
they raise?”
“'tombstones!"
“Right you are, carry on.”
8T. PAUL'S CHURCH,
There will be Morning Prayer and
Sermon Sunday, 10:30 a. m.
Rev. L. W. Gramly.
BIG DANCE AT BUTTE, SATUR
day, August 18th. McDonald’s
Novelty Five. Mr. Beebe will sing.
War Against Pine Beetle.
A crusade against the pine beetle
that has been causing so much destruc
tion in the yellow-pine districts of the
Northwest, as to alarm several gov
ernment agencies and a number of
private interests, Is reported to have
reduced the infestation about 50 per
cent during 1922. Tills work, which it?
under the supervision of the bureau of
entomology, consists of locating and
felling all Infested trees, and it Is ex
pected to result in the saving of over
$87,000 worth of lumber during the
next three years, over and above the
cost of the work. On a million acres
as yet untreated, the loss from this
pest is now $300,000 a year.—Popular
Vlechanics Magazine.
O’NEILL CONCERT BAND.
Meet every Monday night at band
hall at 8:00 o’clock.
Please be prompt.
Clifford B. Scott, Leader.
E. D. Henry, Secretary-Treasurer.
FIRST PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH
Sunday morning service 10:30 a. m.,
Sunday School 11:30 a. m., Christian
Midweek Service, Wednesday 8:00
Endeavor 7:15 p. m.
Nebraska’s Greatest Asset—Our
Coming Generation. This one was
a Champion and another one will
be selected at the coming Nebraska
State Fair, ilincoln, September 2
to 7th inclusive.
Buy Foley’s Elberta
20 lb. Crate
Peaches Now.
The last California Peaches
that we will have
this season.
r ^
WANTED TO BUY
Poultry, Cream And
Eggs.
Highest Prices Guaran*
teed.
Harding Creamery Co.
O’Neill, Nebraska
ST.PATRICK’8 CHURCH CATHOLIC
Sunday Services: First Mass 8 a.
m., Second Mass 9 a. m., High Mass
at 10.30 a. m. Vespers 7:30 p. m.
Daily Mass 8 a. m.
Catechetical Instruction for First
ComimuJcants 3 p. m. Tuesdays and
Thursdays.
Confession, _crday from 3 p. m.
to 6 p. m. and fro«. ” p. m. to 9:30
p. m. Children’s Com«ssion, First
Thursday every month at 1:30 p. m.
'Very Rev. M. F. Cassidy, Pastor.
PUBLIC LIBRARY HOURS.
The Public Library will be open
each day except Monday from this
time on until further notice:
Afternoons, 2:00 to 5:30.
Evenings, 7:00 to 9:00.
Sundays, 2:00 to 6:30 p. m.
MARY McLAUGHLIN, Librarian.
H. L. BENNETT
GRADUATE VETERNARIAN
Phone 196. Day or Night.
O’NEILL, NEBRASKA
DR. J. P. GILLIGAN
Physician and Surgeon
Special Attention Given To
DISEASES OF THE EYE AND
CORRECT FITTING OF
GLASSES
The Frontier for Sale Bills.
THE O’NEILL
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“Long Distance” Will Keep Her
Within'the Family Circle
WHEN family ties are broken—
when children leave home to
attend school, take up work in another
town, or for a visit—remember the
long distance telephone.
Such times are always trying to
Mother and Father, as well as to the
one leaving the comforts of home.
But the long distance telephone—
spanning any distance—brings the
voice of loved ones back into the
family circle.
Occasional chats by “long distance”
with those away from home, relieve
anxiety and are a comforting friend
in dispelling loneliness.
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