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D. II. CRONIN, Publisher.
IV. C. TEMPLETON,
Editor nnd Business Manager.
Sintered at the postoffice at O'Neill,
Nebraska, as second-class matter.
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DI8TRICT COURT OPENED
HERE MONDAY MORNING
The first jury case to be tried at
the term of the district court which
opened Mondny morning with Judge
Robert R. Dickson, presiding, was the
State of Nebraska vs. Charles E.
Peterson, of Ewing, who was charged
with arson, connected with the burn
ing of the Ewing mill last fall some
time. After the state had submitted
its evidence the Judge sustained a mo
tion of the defendant counsel to in
struct a verdict for the defendant.
The case of the State of Nebraska
vs. Henry C. Claussen is now occupy
ing the attention of the court and may
go to the jury some time today.
MYER-RANDALL.
Wm. Meyer and Miss Bessie Ran
dall were married in Council Bluffs,
Iowa, on Wednesday of last week.
The bride is the daughter of Mr.
and Mrs. Grant Randall residing one
and one-half miles southeast of
O’Neill. Mr. Myer is well known in
this vicinity having been connected
with the flour and feed business with
George Bowen for some time until re
cently.
They returned to O’Neill Friday
afternoon. A reception and dance was
given for them at the home of Mr. and
Mrs. Grant Randall Friday evening, i
A large number of friends were
present.
They arc at home to their friends in
rooms at the George Bradt residence
on east Everett street.
thomas McLaughlin.
The funeral of Thomas McLaughlin,
who died at the home of his daughter,'
Mrs. W. H. Carrigg, Sioux City, Iowa, I
March 11, was held on Saturday last
from St. Patrick’s church, of this city,!
Very Reverend M. F. Cassidy officiat
ing.
The deceased was born in Roscom
mon County, Ireland, ninety-eight
years ago, and notwithstanding his
advanced age was in good health and
fairly active to within a few months
of his death.
In 1866 he was one of a Company
of Fenians, who left Louisville, Ken
I tucky to join General O’Neill in his
| invasion of Canada, but he and his
i associates were arrested and disarm
ed by United States authorities, at or
| near Buffalo, New York.
His early life was spent in Ken
tucky and New York City. He was
married in New London, Connecticut
j where he and family resided for a
| few years later going to Kentucky
and in the early '80 coming to O’Neill
where they located upon a homestead
two and one-half miles southwest of
O’Neill where they tilled the soil for
a number of years. After purchasing
the I. R. Smith livery barn in this city
Mr. McLaughlin moved his family to
O’Neill where he has made his home
until last July when he went to Sioux
City for an extended visit with his
daughter, Mrs. W. H. Carrigg. Mrs.
McLaughlin died in this city in Au
gust, 1917.
He is survived by four daughters:
Mrs. E. W. Norris, of Omaha; Mrs. W.
H. Carrigg, of Sioux City; Mrs. John
A. Harmon and Miss Mary McLaugh
lin, of O’Neill, and by several grand
and great-grand children. The daugh
ters were all present at the funeral
services.
DEDICATING THE ROSEBUD.
By The Chief.
(By F. O. Hazen, Holt County’s Poet
Laurette.) •
Braves and squaws who make the
circle,
Sadness on your faces show;
Yet today yor heart sings gladness,
Like the spring that bursts to flow.
Tho the past is memories blackened,
Like a Whiteman’s smitten tomb.
Our future is like a tiny rosebud
And your hears all see the bloom.
Seven moons have passed beyond us,
Like the waters that have gone,
Since we turned our faces westward
Rather than be trampled on.
And the dead that we’ve forsaken,
Blackened furrows hide their woe.
Yet if they could speak out to us,
They would council better so.
Here away from white-man’s sneer
ing,
Square many sun’s tramp, lies fresh
sod,
Gift of Father Fire and Water,
Thurder, Lightning, White-man’s
God.
Heap much antelope and bison,
Heap much fish and birds that fly;
Knee-deep grass for many ponies:
Sights all good to red-mans’ eye.
Quickly now we’ll set the wigwams,
String the bow, and shape the spear.
Here we’ll raise a mighty village,
Peace and plenty they are here.
White man promised, no more bother,
Ours forever—land and sky,
Land of Rosebud: This we call it;
Live for it or for it die.
—P. O. HAZEN.
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Name* for Nautical Faro
The sailor resembles the quick or
der' restaurant wnlter in that he ln
varlubly 1ms a pet name for articles
i of diet., Suit beef, that standby of the
menu at sea, wus known during the
Nineteenth century as “Junk.” “old
horse,” "salt horse” or “salt junk.” It
was responsible, held one writer of
sea stories, for the mahogany complex
ion of sailors, which was commonly
attributed to a combination of rum
and the weather, A stew answered to
the name of “lobscouse,” and was
made of salt beef, biscuits und pota
toes, seasoned highly with pepper. A
dish of cold flsli and potatoes was
labeled “twice-laid.” while u pudding
of dried peas boiled In a cloth was
welcomed by the sailors under the'
name of “dog’s body.” Ship biscuits
were even then called "hardtack,”
while soft, white, bread vr-s chris
tened “soft tack” or "soft tommy.”
The Frontier, $2.00 per year.
At Our Big
Combination Sale
Saturday, March 28th
We are selling furniture, machinery, horses, cows,
hogs, seed corn, kaffir corn in 1001b. sacks, and many
j other articles too numerous to mention.
Nine horses, 2 cows, 5 pure bred Barred Plymouth
Rock roosters, 1 Collins & Morrison saddle, 1 two
row cultivator, 1 John Deere check row planter, 1 j;
mower, 3 double-row elies, 3 sets of harness, 1 lister, i
| 1 eli, 1 power washing machine, 1 rocker, 1 kitchen ■
I: cabinet, 25 bu. Early Minnesota yellow seed corn, j
1 DeLaval separator, 22 bu. White seed corn in bushel j
sacks, 1 Economy King separator, 200 pounds Kaffir :
seed corn, rockers, tables, chairs, etc., 1 Ford Sedan
: in splendid condition, starter and everything, 1 Ford
Touring car, guaranteed and in good condition.
Remember this is a Consignment Sale and not an
; Invoice. Come and get these bargains.
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Nine months’ time on approved security.
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John L. Quig, Manager
j Col. Jas. Moore, Auct. O’Neill National Bank, Clerk. :
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Vengeance of
Abdul Khan
By ARCHIE JOSCELYN
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(©, 1925, Western Newspaper Union.)
IT WAS not Mecca; but to Abdul
Khan It was Mecca, which sufficed.
Its streets, crooked and narrow and
reeking with the stench of accumu
lated centuries, dark at midday and
avenues of death at midnight for the
unwary, were as they had always been
In the land of the prophet. In the
newer, cleaner portion of the city, with
Its modern business and dominance of
the sultan’s favorites, Khan pros
pered. His western training showed
In his air, his speech and manner of
living. And his wife, a woman of
beauty, went with unveiled face.
There was no doubt that he loved her,
and was well content.
Searim, of all the friends of the sul
tan who lived In Khan’s Mecca, was
the most powerful and by the sntne
token the most unscrupulous. Also,
with his well-carried figure and mili
tary caste, aided not a little by o
milk-white steed of the desert, he was
more handsome even than Abdul Khan.
Unveiled faces are to be seen, and
what is seen Is apt to be desired.
What is desirable, such as Searim
take. So Abdul Khan’s wife became
the favorite of the sultan’s favorite— j
and she went willingly.
One flash of Abdul Khan’s western
spirit showed then—by the modern
post he sent word to Searim that lie
would have revenge, and, though it
be long in coming, it would be ample.
Seariin’s reply was characteristic.
Protected by the law and might of the
land from Abdul Klian, he turned that
same power to bring Khan dead to his
feet. To save his life Khan fled the
country, for a dead man cannot attain
vengeance.
The business that Khan had built
up was a rich haul even for a favorite
of the sultan, who might pillage as he
wished. But Searim added nothing to
tiis injury of Khan when he took his
wealth, for to Khan, life had held but
one thing—his wife, and business was
but an end to help her. Business was
tio aid to vengeance.
Four years, the passage of a slice
out of life, much to some and little
to others, saw an Increase in the
power of the sultan’s favorite, a re
doubled vigilance against those of the
rabble of those oppressed who might
do him harm, a slight fading of the
beauty of her who had been the wife
of Abdul Khan, though she was still
Searim’s favorite; a forgetfulness on
their part of Abdul Khan’s vow of ven
geance, and, in one of the filthier parts
of the city, the setting up of a humble
shop of a rug weaver.
But treasures came not always from
the brighter palaces. Soon word went
about Mecca, even that city of bidden
treasures, that In the shop of Kadul
the weaver was a treasure such as no
one had found before In the East.
Many looked at the rug, and sighed,
and asked the price, hut none there
were who purchased. Some there were
who would have—but fear stood be
tween. Searim—Searim would hear of
it and wish It, and woe to the worm
who took it from him!
it was Searim himself who rode his
tiorse through the doorway, and over
the bent form of Kadul, who hardly
managed to crawl aside. The price
was cut in half and cut again—Searim
tlie powerful so ordered. That, or
death to the merchant. And Kadul
went In person to deliver and place
the rug of fire In the house of Searim.
It was an hour past the usual ris
ing hour that someone screamed In the
bouse of Searim. In his bedroom the
sight which first caught the eye was
of the mnrvelous fire-rug. spread by
Kadul the weaver. The sunlight was
striking upon it, showing its weave
and texture, myriad of colors, which
seemed to glow as fire, and the effect
was as If smoke arose. Nowhere else
In the East was there anything like
nnto it.
Across the bed lay two figures. One
was she who had been the wife of
Abdul Khan. She was stretched there
as If In repose, but very still. Across
her feet, equally still, was stretched
the body of Abdul Khan himself, no
longer was there resemblance to Ka
dul the weaver of death. On the floor,
lying at the feet of both, was Searim.
All three were In their bare feet, and
tiny red marks were upon the feet of
each. Woven In the rug, points upper
most, were countless needles, Infinite
ly small, tipped with poison.
For four years, Abdul Khan had fol
lowed the profession of his fathers,
weaving the rug, and Into It he had
woven his vengeance. Searim, the
powerful, the unapproachable, lay at
Ms feet.
Debt for Monument
It was while Indianapolis was host
to a large convention of national char
acter, a year or so ago. that A. B.
Orampton, chairman of the hoard of
ontrol of the Indiana Soldiers and
Sailors’ monument, came across a
granger who was admiring Indiana's
memorial to her fallen heroes.
"That certainly is a wonderful mon
ument," said the stranger, adding,
“beautiful, artistic and Inspiring."
“Yes,” replied Mr. Orampton, “Indi
ana Is proud of It and' we veterans of
the Civil war love and cherish It.”
“Yes, sir; that’s fine,” said the
other, “But you know if it had not
been for my state, Indiana would not
have such a grand monument."
“If it hadn’t been for your state?”
asked the veteran.
“Indeed, sah; I’m from South Car
olina.”—Indianapolis News.
CORRECTING the prof.
A professor met two students out
side the campus during one of the
hours for study. He walked up to
! one of the students and, taking out
his notebook to Jot down the reply,
asked:
“Pray, sir, what might your name
be?"
"Julius Cnesar,” said the student
“What, sir? Do you mean to say
your name Is Julius Caesar?”
“Sir, you did not ask me what It
is, but what it might be.”
Made a Serious Mistake
The star comedian In the road show
didn't know what had caused the riot
in the theater until the day he left the
hospital.
He had thoughtlessly sung “It Ain’t
Gonna Rain No More” in the western
town where a drought had prevailed
for two months.—American Legion
Weekly.
UNIMPORTANT THINGS
"We’re made happy by the unimpor
tant things.”
“Yes—that fls, if they’re pretty regu
lar In bringing their salaries home.”
Evolution
Why should I climb, with study grim,
A family tree,
To meet upon the topmost limb
A chimpanzee?
Me, the Sacred One
A Mohammedan married a very ugly
wife. On the day after the marriage
the bride asked her husband, after
oriental custom, before which people
■he might appear without her veil.
“Before anybody—except me 1" re
plied her husband.—Munich Meggen
dorfer Blatter.
Quite the Contrary
"I’m afraid father was very angry
when you asked him for me, wasn't
he, Jack, dear?”
"Not at all. He asked me if I knew
any more respectable young men who
would be likely to marry your three
> sisters?”
DASHED HER HOPES
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The young man produced a small
square box from his pocket.
"My dear,” he said, "I have a birth
day present for you. I don’t know
whether It will fit your finger or not,
but I’ll—”
“Oh, Jack I” she interrupted, blush
ing vividly. “Why, I never even
thought—”
Then he opened the box and pro
duced a silver thimble, and the room
became suddenly cooler.
Turn About
The clergyman held up his hands in
horror.
"Stephen,” he said, "the last time I
met you you made me the happiest
man in the parish, because you were
sober. Bwt today you make me the
most miserable, because you are
drunk.”
“Y-e-e-s, parson,” said Peter. “To
day it’s my turn to be happy.”
SAFE FROM THE KNIFE
uiuti w
Much-Operated Lady—So you don’t
expect ever to undergo an operation?
May I ask why?
Never-Operated Lady—Well, you see
I’m a surgeon’s wife.
Evolution
By "evolution” they would show
How modern forms appear.
But this is what I’d like to know:
Where do we go from here?
Practice Makes Perfect
A barber reported to work two
hours late.
“What’s the big idea?” demanded
the boss.
“I’m sorry,” replied the barber, “but
I while I was shaving I talked myself
into a shampoo, haircut and mas
sage.”—Good Hardware.
Not One of the Rich
“My husband handles brides all
day.”
"Lucky woman! They say brick
layers get enormous wages.”
“My husband doesn’t Ton see, his
work is packing ice cream bricks at
the factory.”
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EXTRA GOOD
HARNESS
There is a reliable harness
man near you who sella H. B.
Brand harness. He has prob
ably sold it for years, knowing
it’s honest value. Made of finest
leather by expert harness mak
ers, H. B. Brand outwears and
outworks ordinary harness.
Costs less in the long run. A
style for every purpose. Reason
able prices. Your H. B. Brand
dealer will be glad to show them
to you. Get n copy of our 1925
catalog from him or write us.
Harpham Brothers Company
Lincoln, Nebraska
Colors in Grease
Lady (to clerk)—I want to buy some
lard.
Grocer—Pall?
Lady—I didn’t know It came in two
shades.—The Widow.
Didn’t Dare
Manners—Do you ever take your
wife to a prize fight?
Smithers—Never. She knows enough
about scrapping now, without teach
ing her more.
Taking No Such Risk
He—They say that In time people
who live together get to look exactly
alike.
She—Then you must consider my re
fusal final.—Stray Stories.
The Missionary
Anne—It’s awfully sweet of you to
organize this Homemakers’ club, but
how do you find time from your home?
Vina—Oh, dearie, Pm divorced.
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Father Gets the Truth
Father—How Is It, young man, that
I find you kissing my daughter? How
Is It, I aak you?
Y. M.—Oh, It’s great 1 It’s great 1
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