Nebraska Newspapers

    FARM LOANS—R. H. PARKER.—37tf
KODAKS. FILMS. KODOK FINISH
ing—W. B. Graves, O’Neill. 30-tf
ASTRAY WHITE PIG CAME TO
my place September 15th.—T. E.
Markey. 19-3
DURING MY FOURTEEN YEARS
of loaning money on farms this is
the lowest interest rate I ever had.
I can now loan money on good farms
it 5%% interest.—R. II. Parker,
O’Neill, Nebr. 40 tf
FOR SALE—TWO EXTRA GOOD
grade Hereford bulls. — W. F.
Grothe, Emmet, Neb. 20-2
LESSONS GIVEN IN DRESSMAK
ing.—Mrs. A. E. Stevens. Phone
€9. 10-1
F YOU NEED THE OLD LOAN ON
your farm renewed for anothter 5 or
.0 years, of If you need a larger loan
f can make it for you.—R H. Parker,
O’Neill, Nebraska. 21-tf
FARM AND RANCH LOANS, 5 AND
three-fourth per cent, no commis
sion.—F. J. Dishner, County Agent
Joint Stock Land Bank. 17-tf
FOR SALE—8 REGISTERED MAM
moth Spanish Jacks, 3 to 10 years
old. Prices right.—Max Karo, R. F.
D. 2, Stuart, Nebr. 19-3
FOR SALE OR RENT.
Nine aero tract with improvements
%-mile east of Golden hotel. For
particulars see O’Neill National
Bank. 18-tf
The Frontier, $2.00 per year.
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PRACTICAL AUCTIONEER ^
Will cry your sales both large
and smaii. Knows how to sell
and when to sell. Rates Rea
sonable. Satisfaction Guaran
teed.
O’NEILL, NEBRASKA.
John Miskimins
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“Abstract of Title”
The only complete set of Ab
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Physician and Surgeon |
Special attention given to jj
disease of the eye and cor- tj
rect fitting of glasses.
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: Graduate Veterinarian j
Phone 304. Day or Night.
O’Neill, Nebraska
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DRS. LUBKER
Chiropractic Specialists in j
Chronic, Nervous and Femals j
Disease:.
| Phone 316. O’Neill, Nebr. j
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Phone, Office 28
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Nebraska Culvert and j
Mfg. Co.
: Austin-Western Road j
Armco Culverts |
Everything in Road I
; j Machinery. Western!
Representative. |
L. C. PETERS
i O’Neill :: Nebraska j
j Raymond Cyclone proof wind- ||
mills, well work and repairing jS
of wells and windmills.
CHESTER MORGAN ||
FOR SALE OR RENT, MY STORE
building and lot.—Con Keys, li-2
WANTED A HAMPSHIRE PIG
about 75 lbs.—Con Keys. 19-2
The O’Neill Woman’s Club will hold
a rummage sale at the Wise building
October .30 and 31. 20-2
LOST — A BOY’S TOP COAT,
placed in wrong Ford at the fair.
Leave with John L. Quig. 20-tf
FOR SALE—REGISTERED SHORT
horn Bull, three years old. Price
$65.—Mrs. Pete Donohoe. 19-5.
WANTED — PARTIES TO ROOM
and board. Close in. Modern.—In
quire at this office. 20-1
A REGISTERED SHORTHORN
Bull for sale. Inquire of Mrs. Han
nah Donohoe, O’Neill. 19-3
I JUST SOLD TWO FARMS. POS
sibly I can sell more. List your
farm with me and I will try.—R. H.
Parker, O’Neill, Nebr. 62-tr
REWARD WILL BE GIVEN FOR
return of one canvas stack cover
with our name stenciled on same.—
Watson Hay Company. Inman. 19-2
ARE YOU ALL RUN DOWN.
Many O’Neill Folks Have Felt
That Way.
Feel all out of sorts?
Tired, achy, blue, iritable?
Back lame and stiff?
It may be the story of weak kid
neys!
Of toxic poisons circulating about
Upsetting blood and nerves.
There’s a way to feel right again.
Help your weakened kidney’s with
Doan’s Pills—a stimulant diuretic.
> Doan’s are recommended by many
O’Neill people.
D. N. Loy, O’Neill, says: “I had a
dull, steady pain across my kidneys
that was mighty uncomfortable. This
dull ache wasn’t serious but as time
passed it got on my nerves and made
me feel out of sorts. The deep-seated
lameness and soreness in the small of
my back tired me. I knew my kid
neys weren’t in good condition for
they acted too often. It didn’t take
Doan’s Pills long to end the trouble.”
60c, at all dealers. Foster-Milburn
Co., Mfrs., Buffalo, N. Y.
Be Ready to Put Out Fir«
Having a Ore extinguisher on han4
may mean the saving of valuables
You can moke one yourself. All you
have to do Is to dissolve 20 pound*
of common salt and 10 pounds of
chloride of ammonia In 7 gallons of
water. Pour this Into thin glass quart
bottles, cork well and seal to prevent
evaporation. When you discover a
blaze throw a bottle Into the flame
with sufficient force to shatter It or
break off the neck of the bottle and
scatter the contents on the Are.
Maryland “Trail*'
By provision of an act of the Mary
land legislature of 1704 all roads lead
ing to courthouses were marked \%Jth
two notches on trees on both sides of
the road and roads branching off and
leading to ferries had three notches,
etc. There were various local murks,
ns “A" on roads leading to the state
capital—Annapolis, etc. These marks
were brunded with a hot iron and col
ored red. Not many of these marks
or even the trees survive.
Valuable Eastern Woods
“Ironwood" Is the name given to
various trees with hard, heavy wood.
Metroslderos vera, a native of Java
and other eastern islands, is much val
ued by the Chinese and Japanese for
making rudders, etc., and is exported
In small quantities. The bark is used
In Japan as a medicine. Mesua ferrea,
a native of the East, is planted for its
heavy, hard wood and for its fragrant
and roselike flowers.
Sponge That Stays Wet
A rubber sponge, kept wet by run
ning water, is a new time-saving inven
tion for cleaning automobiles, says
Popular Science Monthly. A rubber
tubing Is fastened to the sponge
through a hollow handle and the oth
er end of the tubing Is attached to
a faucet or garden hose. A small
stream of water Is sufficient to keep
the sponge moist.
Hark, Hark, the Lark!
A little daughter of the slums, on
her first day In the country, saw a
lark motionless, high In air, pouring
forth Its lovely music. She listened a
moment, then she ran to the matron.
“Oh, Miss May," she said, “there’s a
sparrow up there, and he can’t git up
and he can’t git down, and he ain’t
doin’ a thing but holler about It.’’
Largest Man on Rec&rd
Miles Darden, who at the time of his
death, In Tennessee In 1S57, weighed
more thah 1,000 pounds, la said by
some authorities to have been the larg
est man of whom there is any record.
He was 7 feet 6 Inches In height, and
at the age of forty-seven weighed 871
pounds. He was fifty-nine years old
when he died.
Taking the Edge Off Joy
“I’d hate to give somebody a pres
ent," remarked the Man on the Car,
“under the Impression that It Is more
blessed to give than receive, and then
hear that.my gift had been taken back
to the store from which It was pur
chased and credited on the recipient’s
charge account.”—Toledo Blade.
| One of Life’s |
Ironies i
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By JOHN PALMER' J
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1UMA8 DEAN bud been an aver
age young American before he
. u.untariiy enlisted in the Canadian
expeditionary torce for service In the
vtur. He had probubly had some trou
ble with his young wife and enlisted
in a moment of p;^ue.
He had never discovered himself.
Men ure capable of Infinite heroism,
of infinite baseness. The same indi
vidual will display both. Dean had
boon an average soldier, until the at
tack on Belieau Wood.
Then, running forward In a shower
of lead and bursting shells, with his
stomach upheaving and an awful sink
ing in the base of his spine, Deun
found "that he could go no further.
lie dropped. The result of the at
tack was never known to him. He
only knew that at nightfall a vast
empty silence had succeeded the hell
of earlier hours.
ft** auuui nun were uetiu lliCU.
Crawling forward, Dean encountered
one of these corpses. The touch of
his lmnd upon the cold face terrified
him into hysterlt.
However, Dean accomplished what
he had set out to do. He exchanged
Identification disks with the dead sol
dier. Then he made his way back to
ward the rear.
It was a time of rout and confusion.
Regiments were undlstingulshable.
Every man was put to whatever job
he was at hand for. As a driver of a
wagon. Dean found himself a little
later back at the base.
He discovered that he was Thomas
Jones, Incapacitated for further serv
ice by reason of disability that had
developed. He learned the symptoms
and passed the superficial medical
test. A month later he was back In
Canada. Another month, and he was
discharged—Thomas Jones, with a
war pension.
A week later he was fleeing for his
life. The news of the Imposture had
become known. As Henry Smith,
Dean crossed the Amerlcun border.
Thus an average young American
who had quarreled with his wife
found himself a nameless man and a
fugitive—all because he had not
known himself. He might equally have
become a hero.
He imagined that the story was
known in his home town. For years
be wandered from place to place, un
til at length he thought it safe to re
turn with the object of persuading
Mury to accompany him West under
the name of Smith.
Ill fate was with him. He arrived
on armistice day. He had not thought
of that, it was simply an example of
the fatality that dogs one’s footsteps.
On the town green a memorial had
been erected to the men who fell In
the war. In his shabby clothes, dis
guised with a mustache, Dean min
gled with the crowd unrecognized.
He wandered aimlessly to and fro,
looking at the statue with the wreaths,
at the weeping women. He knew him
self more clearly than at any time be
fore for the scoundrel that he was.
Presently his heart gave a great
bound. He saw Mary—Mary, leaning
on the arm of a young fellow whom
he knew as a former friend of his—
one Williams.
Alley were warning very lovingly
together. Dean watched them, chok
ing, Incapable of moving as they ap
proached him, even had they recog
nized him.
But they did not recognize him.
They did not cast a glance at the
shabby tramp standing beside the
monument, but halted a little distance
uway.
"I ought not to have brought you
here today,” said Williams.
"I'm glad you did, my dear,” Mary
answered.
Another glance at their demeanor
showed Dean that they were married.
There was no possibility of mistaking
that. Married, not long married, hap
pily marrleu—Mary happy, as she bad
never been with him.
”1 wish I had been a better wife to
him.”
"He wasn’t worthy of you, Mary.”
“He was a good man, a brave man.”
The mayor appeared. He was stand
ing on the steps of the monument. He
raised his hand to speak, and a bush
fell upon the crowd.
The mayor was speaking. “Friends,
we are gathered here today to com
memorate the men who gave their
lives for freedom—”
What was he saying?
“And above all, that hero who gave
his life gladly to wipe out that ma
chine-gun nest, at Belleau Wood, that
hero whose name will remain Immor
tal, Thomas Dean.”
Trained to the Minute.
“Some people are born unlucky. I
see where an obstreperous citizen
picked a quarrel with a dapper little
man and got the thrashing of a. life
time.”
“The dapper little man must have
seen an athlete.”
"You said it He was a drummer In
a Jazz orchestra.”
Put Edge on Knife.
Gnest—Walter, this steak Is like
leather and this knife Is dull.
Walter—You must strop the knife
on the st»ak.—Michigan Gargoyle.
Wasted Motion.
Bunker—What’s that chap who took
sixteen putts at the fourth hole?
j Caddie—That’s Mr. Dubbe, the effl
| deucy expert
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Nona said It served her perfectly
right. Nona was eighteen, still in
school, still with ideals that touched
the stars frequently. She could not
understand how anything could excuse
petty Jealousy—that is, between en
gaged persons.
“I’m frankly, quite frankly, ashamed
of you, Margaret,” she said in her
funny, decisive way, as they motored
back from the Fenvvays. “Jerry is just
as considerate and nice as he can be,
and you really are fearfully unreason
able. As I understand it, he and Miss
Douglass were acquainted long before
he met you, and it was natural for him
to talk with her after she had been
away so long—”
“I have no objection to Jerry’s talk
ing with his old friends,” Margaret had
answered frigidly.
“Jerry saw right through it, though.
You should have seen his face when
he stood behind you and heard you
tell Mrs. Fenway you had been called
home unexpectedly. I don’t blame him
one bit for staying.”
“No one asked him to stay.”
“But what are you going to do?”
“I’m going into town to stay with
Teresa. She’s giving a box party to
night, and has a reception to-morrow
for Mme. Cardonza.”
“And Andy Forbes will be there.”
Nona fairly glared down at the utterly
Innocent face beside her. “I shall go,
too. I shall go just to chaperon you.”
When they arrived at Teresa’s pretty
home, she let Margaret absorb their
hostess, and marshalled her plan for a
campaign. First of all, she called up
the Fenways, and had a nice, comrade
ly chat with Jerry. He was hard to
mannge. Margaret had acted ridicu
lously, he said, and with unpardonable
rudeness to Mrs. Fenway. Miss Doug
lass had not remained over for the
week-end at all. She was going on to
the city.
With his promise to come In, at
least for the last act, Nona turned her
attention to Andy.
“I’m Margaret Everden’s sister,” she
said over the telephone. “What? Yes,
the youngest, Nona. Could you come
up to Mrs. Brooke’s please; just
for a few moments—yes, right away,
please, and ask for me. It’s very im
portant.”
Andy was twenty-two, three years
younger than Margaret, four years old
I or than Nona. Those four years al
tered the mental perspective, Nona al
most deferred to his opinions.
“You see, Margaret Is temperament
al, and It will take firmness and. pa
tience this time to kaep her in line.
I knew you’d understand, and Jerry’s a
splendid fellow.
’“Bully,” assented Andy, looking at
her admiringly.
“So, I thought If we’d make believe
that we were tremendously struck with
each other—just for to-night—it would
help Jerry’s case—don’t you think
so?”
Nona went back alone to the house,
slipped quietly upstairs to her room
and dressed for dinner. And when Mr.
Forbes arrived she met him demure
ly, as became a younger sister who
was not even a debutante yet. Mar
garet gave him her hand lingeringly.
“Andy, boy, you don’t know how
good It is to see you again.”
“It is, isn’t It,” Andy laughed. “Fine.
Why didn’t you tell me you had such
a girl for a sister?”
And all through dinner there was
the puzzled ■ look in Margaret’s eyes,
and a little wistful droop to her lips.
Already she began to feel the tug of
regret. Andy, sitting next to her,
was having a perfectly wonderful
time talking to Nona across the cen
terpiece of mauve orchids and ferns.
Later, he was by her side at the box
party, and Nona had never looked so
a ttractlve.
All at once Nona glanced at the
second box opposite where some late
comers had just filed in. Nan Doug
lass was among them, tall and radi
ant, and behind her was a middle
aged man, with a decidedly distin
guished air.
“That’s Tailer Phelps, the new min
ister to Bolivia,” Andy whispered over
her shoulder. “They’re to be married
at Easter.”
“They are?” Nona’s smile was de
licious as she turned to look at him.
“That’s the girl I was telling you
about. And this Is all for nothing,
then. There isn’t a bit of danger.”
“I think there’s plenty for me,” said
Andy, a bit soberly.
“But it’s only for to-night,” Nona as
sured him. “Nobody will ever find out
we put It up.” She leaned over to
tell Margaret the news of the engage
ment, but Margaret’s eyes were cold.
Nona turned back with a sigh. “You
kuow I don’t believe I’m a diplomat at
all," she told Andy ruefully.
“You’re a darling,” he said fervent
ly. “I’m not going to be dropped after
to-night. I wnnt to see you and know
you. Jerry and I are college mates,
m* get him on my side. Do you
mind?”
There was a movement at tlife back
of their box. Nona saw Jerry enter
ing, looking decidedly fit in his eve
ning clothes, his eyes seel ing Mar
garet. And surely there was relief
in hers as she welcomed him.
“Do you mind?” repeated Andy, dog
gedly.
And Nona’s lashes dropped suddenly.
“It was only to be love pro tem,”
she said.
“We’ll start a new schedule,” an
swered Andy.
(Copyright, 1917, by the McClure Newspa
per Syndicate.)
CATTLE, HOGS & SHEEP.
Do you know that the CORN BELT
COMMISSION COMPANY is one of
the best commission firms on the
South Omaha Market and has the
reputation of having some of the
best Salesmen in the So. Omaha
Yards. Every man that works for
this outfit is a hustler and a live
wire. When you ship to the Corn
Belt Com. Co. you are absolutely as
sured of unexcelled service, big prices
and big fills. Write, wire or phone
! the CORN BELT COM. CO. and get
! thteir live stock quotations before
I shipping. 17-tf
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j FOR SALE OR RENT—6-room house.
—P. V. Hickey. 39-tf
Radio Sure to Work
Out Its Own Destiny
A practical joker once suggested
as a subject for a debate “The Future
of Electricity.” As the subject was to
be considered by a society of engi
neers, they at once smelled the pro
verbial mouse and declined to be led
into talking of something so vast and
so unlimited In possibilities that no
sane man would attempt to do it jus
tice.
A review of the accomplishments
of radio the past years and of the
prophecies of experts for its future,
but causes one to ponder upon the in
adequacy of any possible foretelling
of what this great gift of nature is
to accomplish. We can but gasp and
wonder.
In view of the fact that radio has
always been with us, excepting for
the invention of some apparatus of
Importance small in comparison with
the natural elements used, who can
answer the question, “What of the
future?” Radio for the transmission
of power has such tremendous possi
bilities within its scope that the most
confirmed dreamer and the scientist
of the widest vision can only guess in
a feeble way.
Radio, now that it has been recog
nized in the abstract, will work out
Its own destiny. Such a force once
started at work is not to be stopped,
but will go on and on, along its
destined course. We can only hope
that that course will run along peace
ful channels and for the benefit of the
greatest number of the world's people.
Sea and Land in Battle
The washing away by the sea of
land worth millions of dollars on the
coast of New Jersey, pointed to in the
annual report of the United State*
coast and geodetic survey, draws at
tention to the battle waged year in
and year out between the sea and
land all over the world. The sea and
land have been foes since the begin
ning of time and, according to some
physiographers, these old enemies will
remain such until the last mountain
pinnacle has been washed down and
ground to sand, and the victorious
ocean rolls unbroken around the
world. But whatever may be the out
come millions of years hence, we are
still in the give-and-take era. Many
miles of land are washed away an
nually; but compensating areas are
built up in other places.—Pathfinder
Magazine.
Not to Be Caught Twice
There was a queer old custom in
England that compelled a person when
making a certain kind of statement to
add: “Except the mayor.” Foote, the
comedian, having remarked at an inn:
“1 have dined as well as anyone in
England,” the landlord prompted him:
“Except the mayorF “I except no
body,” said Foote boldly. For this the
landlord had him haled before a mag
istrate, who fined him a shilling for not
conforming to the ancient custom.
Foote paid the shilling, at the same
time observing that he thought his
accuser “the greatest fool in Christen
dom—except the mayer,”
{the fireproof 'wallboard)
Won’t Bum
—won’t warp—won’t
buckle. Saws and nails
like lumber—yet makes
walls and ceilings that
are solid, tight-jointed,
fireproof, soundproof,
permanent. No wonder
Sheetrock is the world’s
biggest-selling wall
board !
Bazelman Lumber Co.,
O'Neill, Nebraska.
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Made Lonely Journey
A woman farmer-In a lonely part of
South Africa, Mrs. Ida Francis, has
Just shown that In luck and endur
ance British women settlers are not
behind the men.
About two months ago a cyclona
devastated her farm, which lies be
yond the western fringe of the desolate
Kalahari desert; and then came floods
which destroyed the food and shelter
for her cattle. The only way to save
her animals was to drive them 400
miles across the desert to her son’s
farm, and this she did, unaided.
She found that many of the water
holes in the desert had dried up, and
sometimes she had to ward off attacks
by lions with her rifle; but she kept
steadily on, and In the end brought
nearly all her charges through safely.
—Family Herald.
(First publication Oct. IB.)
N THE COUNTY COURT OF HOLT
COUNTY, NEBRASKA.
In the matter of the Estate of Adolph
F. Widtfeldt, Deceased.
Notice. y
To All Persons Interested In Said Es
tate. Both Creditors and Heirs
and All Others:
Notice is hereby given that Carl J.
G. Widtfeldt, setting forth that he is
a brother, and the owner of NH of
the NEy4, the SEy4 of the NE% and
the NE% of SE14, Section 8, Town
ship 30, North of Range 12 West 6th
P. M., in Holt County, Nebraska; and
that said Adolph F. Widtfeldt, de
ceased, died owning said land, and
praying that the administration of
the estate of Adolph Widtfeldt here
tofore commenced in this court, be
reopened for the purpose of having
the court ascertain, find and deter
mine the date of the death of said
Adolph F. Widtfeldt, his place of resi
dence at the time of his death, a de
scription of the real property of which
he died seized, the heirs of the said
Adolph Widtfeldt, their degree of
kinship and right of descent of the
real property of which he died seiz
ed, together with the interest in said
real estate of the petitioner.
It is therefore ordered by the court
that a hearing upon said petition be
held at the office of the County Judge
of Holt County, Nebraska, at the
court room in O’Neill, Nebraska, on
the 9th day of November, 1925, at
Ten o’clock A. M. at which time and
place all parties interested may ap
pear and take part therein.
Dated this 8th day of October,
1925.
(County Court Seal.V
BY THE COURT,
C. J. MAONE,
20-3 County Judge.
(First publication Oct. 8.)
NOTICE TO CREDITORS.
Estate No. 1781.
In the County Court of Holt County,
Nebraska, October 6, 1925.
In the matter of the Estate of Alvin
H. Corbett, Deceased.
CREDITORS of said estate are
hereby notified that the time limited
for presenting claims against said
estate is February 5, 1926, and for
the payment of debts is October 1,
1926, and that on November 5, 1925,
and on February 6, 1926, at 10 o’clock
A. M., each day, I will be at the
County Court Room in said County
to receive, examine, hear, allow or
adjust all claims and objections duly
filed.
(County Court Seal.)
C. J. MALONE,
19-4 County Judge.
NOTICE OF TAX DEED.
C. B. Patterson.
You will take notice that the un
dersigned being the owner of a cer
tain tax sale certificate issued on the
14th day of October, 1922, to one T.
H. Strong and by him duly assigned
to the undersigned, who is now the
owner thereof, will apply to the
County Treasurer of Holt County,
Nebraska, for a tax deed on or after
the 16th day of January, A. D. 1926,
for the following described real
estate embraced in said tax sale
certificate, viz: Non-descript Num
ber 18 situated in Section 29,
Township 29, Range 11, as recorded
in the office of the County Clerk of
said County.
That said tax sale was for the de
'inquent taxes for the years of 1911,
1914, 1916, 1916, 1917, 1918, 1919 and
1920.
That said real estate was assessed
n name of C. B. Patterson.
ADOLPH PETERSON,
18-3 Owner.
NOTICE OF TAX DEED.
To the unknowm heirs at law, devi
sees and all persons interested in
the estate of Jane Cleary, deceased,
and Non-descript No. 17 situated in
Section 29, in Township 29 North
of Range 11 West of the 6th P. M.
in Holt County, Nebraska.
Will take notice that the under
signed being the owner of a certain
tax sale certificate issued to John
Cleary on the 3rd day of August,
1921, for the delinquent taxes for the
years of 1911, 1914, 1915, 1916, 1917,
1918, 1919 and 1920, and that taxes
for subsequent years of 1921, 1922,
1923 and 1924 have been paid by the
awners of said tax sale certificate.
That the land was assessed in name
af Jane Cleary for the several years
above mentioned.
That I will apply January 16, 1926,
ar soon thereafter for a deed to said
tract of land.
ADOLPH PETERSON,
18-3 Owner.