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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (March 12, 1942)
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Herg yvu st'e para-ski troirpurs using the ski lift at Alta f.odgr. - Short Story of tho H’wlt A Tale About Two Snobs Who Found Themselves in Love... __By BARBARA ANN BENEDICT -_ IT WAS startling and unbeliev able, but quite true. Miriam had fallen in love after meet ing the man only two weeks ago. Silly, yes. But a fact. She knew it was a fact because they had had their first quarrel, and you don't quarrel with a man unless Miriam tried to give her attention to Carlton Masters, who sat beside her at the wheel of the roadster. But this was hard, because a pic ture of Gilbert Sales, the man with whom she'd quarreled, kept project ing itself in her mind. This was annoying. Carlton had asked her to go to the country club dance and she had accepted. She ought at least to try to act civil toward him. Accepting Carlton’s invitation was the first step in putting Gilbert Sales in his proper place. Gilbert would be at the country club dance, too, and when he saw her there with Carlton he'd realize that he couldn’t call her a little snob and get away with it. He'd ask her to dance, or cut in anyway, and Miriam knew exactly how she’d act when this hap pened. Of course she was going to let him make up. Even though she hated the man. Because if she didn’t, how could she ever expect to teach him the lesson he deserved? Miriam squirmed in her seat, re calling for the hundredth time that awful moment when Gilbert Sales had called her a snob and a flirt. Whom did he think he was talking to like that, anyway? Oh, she’d bring him to his knees with a ven geance! The country club was crowded when Miriam and Carlton arrived. Gilbert, why have you avoided me all evening?” They were late, which was Miriam’s idea, as she liked to arrive places after everyone else was there. She liked to stand in the doorway for a moment, looking around sort of casually, seemingly oblivious but wholly aware that most everybody had turned to stare at her admir ingly. Oh, Miriam knew she was pretty—about the prettiest girl who had ever come to Rocky Point. Miriam stood in the doorway, as per her custom, and looked around, but she didn’t see Gilbert Sales. This was annoying, because she had expected that Gilbert would be there waiting for her, even standing near the entrance with a dull, hopeless look in his eyes. But Gilbert wasn’t near the en trance or on the floor, and it wasn’t until a half hour later that Miriam saw him, and then it was she who , was watching the entrance and Gil bert, who arrived and stood looking casully around. Gilbert was wait ing for Anne Raleigh, who had left the room, but joined him presently and stood looking around casually, 'too. , Miriam was furious. It hadn't oc ' Surred to her that Gilbert would 'take someone else to the dance, above aU, Anne Raleigh. Anne was %' brunette and had black eyes and -tineto how to wear her clothes. It was maddening. Just wait un til Gilbert asked her to dance, or cut in! She had it all planned. She’d let him make up ttrst. Oh, she’d be very sweet about that. Then equal ly as sweetly she'd lead him on, and then when all of Rocky Point was just about ready to expect an an nouncement of the engagement she'd throw him over. Flat. Drop him like a bpt potato. Make him the laughing stock of the resort. Oh, it wmilfj bfi delicious revenge. When .Miria«,u was in a position to see the door again, Gilbert and Anne w«jjt>. . $he saw them dancing together, .Anite,^, bJack head tucked . jndfigpitli^tiVs’ cltuj^. and this made ‘Wbfld boil. She waited, black vengeance in B6F heart. There was ' nothing of appeal or misery in his eyes. He seetned perfectly content. Arid hC didn't ask her to dance, either.’ or cut in The evening wore bn, ttnd Miriam ’began to experience little sensations' of panic. Perhaps when she glanced at him she hadn’t • injected the oW “Gome hither” look in her eyes .that had always been her mjun {juppojd.. Perhaps she had > let too much of her true feelings re Wiact-themselves.,-, ,... And so the next time she passed I Aune and Gilbert she smiled in a manner that should have prpved l. devastating, Bqt Gilbert only | grinned back in that maddening, | amiable fashion he had. ' It was next to the last dance be i fore Gilbert finally cut in. Miriam was weak from the strain. But she rallied nobly. Now was her chance. “Hello Gilbert," she said sweet ly. “Hello,” said Gilbert matter-of factly. “Nice dance.” “Beginning notfv it is,” said Miri am. Gilbert grinned. “You women are certainly gluttons for punishment. I'm about dead.” Miriam was furious. He hadn't caught her meaning at all. Why, he acted as though they'd never even quarreled. A terrible thought struck her. Could he have forgotten? Lord! Was that all the impression she’d made? “You weren’t so agreeable the last time we were together ” He looked surprised “No? When was that?” Miriam's eyes blazed. "When was it? It was a week ago last night. We were out sailing. You called me a snob!” "Oh, that?” Gilbert grinned. “Say, you’ve get a memory! I’d forgotten.” Tears were on the verge of brim ming in Miriam’s eyes. She could have died. She could have killed Gilbert Sales. He hadn't even re membered! The music suddenly stopped, and Gilbert said: “Let's step outside. I’m boiling hot.” He seemed to take her acceptance of the suggestion for granted be cause he stepped through the french doors, and there was nothing for Miriam to do except follow. Gil bert leaned against the rail and lit a cigarette. "What a night,” he said, looking at the moon. "Gilbert, why have you avoided me all evening?” "Avoided you? Why, my dear, I-” He paused, looking down at her, and suddenly his lips set grim ly. “Because,” he finished, “you’re a snob!” “I know it, Gilbert. I am. But I'm going to try and change.” Gilbert choked over some ciga rette smoke, coughed and fought for air. Presently he retrieved his voice. “Good lord! You. Miriam Van Allen, admitting you’re a snob! Saying you’re going to change!” He shook his head. “No. It isn’t true. It’s too—preposterous!” “But it is true, Gilbert. I am a snob. And I am going to change.” There was no doubting the genuine ness of her statement. Gilbert knew she meant it. He looked down, and saw only a’meek and wholly submissive little girl. Something caught in his throat. He reached out and took her in his arms. She yielded. His lips found hers. He crushed her to him, held her secure ly for long moments. At length he drew away. “Miriam —I—I—love you!” "And I love you, Gilbert. Oh, so very much. I—I’ve known it all the time, but I was too much of a snob to admit it. You must believe me. It’s the first time in my life I’ve ever humbled myself. I—I had to, when you said you’d forgotten—about our quarrel. I was conceited enough to think I’d made more of an impres sion than that." "But you did, darling. A whole lot more. I didn’t forget. I lied. It was pride, I guess. If I let you know how I felt I thought you’d gloat over it. I—I’m too much of a snob. I can't stand being humili ated.” And Miriam drew his face down to hers. "Neither can I, darling. Ever again.” (Associated Newspapers—WNU Service.) Czar Founded Leningrad As ‘Window to West’ Leningrad is in northwestern Rus sia. It is the second largest city in the Soviet Union. How many persons there are in Leningrad today would be hard to tell. The best we can say is that the population last year was more than 3,000,000. Going back into history we find that the city was founded by the czar known as Peter the Great. Two hundred and thirty-eight years have passed since he ordered the work to begin. Peter the Great had been fighting a war with Sweden, and had cap tured a fort at the mouth of the Neva river. This river flows into the eastern end of the Gulf of Finland. The czar said his new city would be "a window to the west.” With a port in that location, Russian ves sels could sail out of the Gulf of Finland into the Baltic sea, then to the North sea. The spot chosen was not quite on the coast. It was where the Neva river branches into parts. Yet large ships could sail along the river branches to the sea. Forty thousand soldiers and farm ers were set to work in 1703. Many of them were Cossacks and Tartars. Later they were joined by Swedish prisoners and by 30,000 day laborers. Thousands of men fell sick and died as they labored on churches, palaces and other buildings which the czar ordered them to put up. The site of the city was in the midst of swamps and was not health ful. We are told that everyone "hat ed the place”—except Peter. The new city was named St. Pe tersburg, in honor of the czar’s pa tron saint. ji .."““1 [Released by Western Newspaper Union.) End of the Trail HEN Capt. James H. Cook died recently on his 15,000-acre Agate Springs ranch in Sioux coun ty Neb. the passing of this 84-year old Westerner broke one of the few remaining links between the present and that era in American history epitomized in the phrase j "the Wild West." For "Captain Jim" was an authentic frontiersman—a cowboy who trailed Texas longhorns north to the roaring cow towns of . Kansas and Nebraska, a guide and ! big game hunter, a scout for the United States army in the last of the Indian wars and a pioneer ranch man in the heart of the Indian coun try in western Nebraska. A descendant of Captain James Cook, the famous English explor er, the future frontiersman was born in southern Michigan August 26, 1857. His father was a seafar ing man but young Cook did not choose to follow in his sire’s foot steps. “I think the spirit of the hunter was in me at birth,” he once said and, as a boy, he became an expert marksman with the rifle By the time he was 17, the cal] of adventure had taken him west—to Kansas, where he found a job as a herder near old Fort Harker Then he went to Texas with some cow boys who had brought a herd up the trail from the Lone Star state. In San Antonio he became acquainted with the redoubtable "Big Foot" Wallace who liked the “shorthorn” CAPT. JAMES H. COOK From a photograph taken in 1886 kid so much that he gave young Cook one of the best of his three year-old colts. But Cook didn’t re main a tenderfoot long. Within a year he was working as a cowboy for the famous Ben Slaughter and during the next four or five years he became one of the most expert “brushpoppers” in the cattle coun try. During this time also he helped trail many a herd north to the In dian agencies in Nebraska and the j Dakotas, became acquainted with 1 the Sioux Indians and laid the foun ! dation for a lifelong friendship with such famous chiefs as old Red Cloud, Young Man Afraid of His Horses, Little Wound and Ameri can Horse. At Fort Laramie he met Baptiste Gamier, famous on the frontier as "Little Bat," hunter and army scout. Under the tutelage of "Little Bat,” young Cook became a skilled big game hunter and in 1878 he made his last trip up the trail as a cow waddie. At Cheyenne, Wyo., he fell in with "Wild Horse Charlie” Alexander, renowned for his skill in capturing wild mustangs. The two men became pardners in supplying ‘ game for the markets in Cheyenne 1 and other towns along the Union Pacific railroad. During the next four years Cook served as a guide for many a hunt ing party of Easterners and Eng lishmen in the wilds of Wyoming and this led directly to his being employed by one of them—Harold C. Wilson of Cheltenham, England —to take charge of the ranch which Wilson purchased in southwestern New Mexico. Cook was manager of the "W S" ranch until 1887 and dur ing that time he won his greatest fame as a scout by serving with the United States troops in running down the Apache leader, Geronimo, \ after his last outbreak in 1885-6. In the meantime Cook had pur chased the ranch in western Nebras ka which was to be his home for the next 50 years At the time of the Ghost Dance excitement among the Sioux in 1890-91 he performed valuable service for the army be cause he was one of the few white men whom the Indians trusted. Ever afterwards they were frequent visitors at his Agate Springs ranch and when he died on January 27, 1942, there was sadness among the Oglala Sioux for they had lost their good friend, “Little Eagle.” Ia 1923 his autobiography was published by the Yale University Press under the title of "Fifty Years on the Old Frontier" and the intro duction to that volume was written by Gen. Charles King, who served as a lieutenant and adjutant of the "Fighting Fifth” cavalry in the Sioux and Apache wars. In it Gen eral King paid tribute to "the scouts of the Plains, men famous in song I and story, of whom Kit Carson and ! Jim Bridger in the early days and ‘Buffalo Bill’ Cody and, later still, ‘Captain Jim’ Cook were the shin J ins lights ” PATTERNS SEWING E| CIRCLE v i i n -1 -- 7'- ,, y \\7HEN you wear this charm *'*' ing frock your best friends will query you, “my aren’t you getting slim?”—for your waistline will just melt away under the slen derizing influence of this smartly shaped girdle. 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