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PROLOGUE
A QUARTER OF A CENTURY BE
FORE. The Storm Within.
' The storm was one of the worst
that had ever burst from the moun
tains and swept across the plains.
The wind came In wild bursts of tre
mendous speed. Even in the lulls,
which were only comparatively such,
it blew perhaps 20 miles an hour. The
fierce blasts were laden with fine
snow frozen spindrift from a white
ocean of cold! Needles of Ice sharp
er than their prototypes of steel cut
the bare flesh of those whom evil for
tune kept abroad on such a night,
bringing the blood to the freezing
skin. The onslaught of the scream-
ing tempest, drove the hapless cattle
mad w ith pain and terror. The thick
snow compelled them to huddle to
gether at last, and shelterless to suf
fer, freeze, and die in the pitiless hur
ricane. Just where the foothills lose them
selves In the prairie lay huddled a lit
tle town or camp. Every door and win
dow was shut and barricaded against
the searching storm.
In one of the poorest and most mis
erable shanties on the outskirts of the
town a woman waited alone. A com
mon kerosene lamp stood on a table
before the window, set there as If In
signal.
i The house, a mere shack which
shook and quivered under the tre
mendous assaults of the storm, and
might have been blown down if it had
not been buttressed and protected by
heaps of snow yet threatening to over
whelm It, contained but one room. In
the corner farthest from the door
stood a tumbled, frowzy bed. A rick
ety chest of drawers, a kitchen table, a
rusty cook stove, a few uncertain
chairs of the plainest and cheapest
quality, were all the rest of the fur
niture. A few clothes hung from pegs
driven in the boarded wall. A saddle
In one corner, a pickax and shovel, a
heavy quirt, and a rifle hanging from
pegs beneath a shelf sufficiently;
j'Ullllvu iuk tuy QYUVdliUlia Ml mo
owner.
Yet she was a woman who, what
ever her outward circumstances,
showed no poverty of spirit. She
raged up and down the room as a
prisosed tiger paces the narrow con
fines of his cage. Sometimes she
paused and stopped by the window, to
rest her head beneath her hand on
the sash and peer eagerly, passion
ately, out Into the falling snow. She
could eee nothing, and after having
stared with Increased disappointment
and further mutterlngs of angry
words, she. would resume her rest
less backward and forward march.
Had there been any spectator when
she assumed that picturesque position
at the window, where the light, how
ever It failed to illuminate the snow,
threw her own face and person In high
relief, the observer would have been
surprised at the coarse and yet not j
unattractive beauty of her face and '
figure. She was full lipped and deep
bosomed, tall, lithe, strong. Ilr 1
cheeks were full of color, her hair j
black and coarsely crisp and curly. I
Her hands, which she clasped and un-1
clasped nervously, wero large and
reddened by toil, but they were shape
ly nevertheless. Hut there was neith- j
cr refinement nor goodness In her
face. There were great possibilities
of evil which experience could have
detected. Hers had been a hard life,
and It had made her a hard woman.
She was perhaps twenty-five years
old, but looked older.
For hours the woman had waited In
that hut alone. It had been storming
badly when she began her vigil, and
the violence of the tempest had In
creased until she feared that no hu-1
man soul could brave it. That she ,
very much wanted some one to at-1
tempt it, that she very keenly, ardent- j
ly. longed for thnt, was quite evident.
Great is tVe nower nf love Vvtn
Its counterfeit thnt which nnnaen for
It In the eyes of the Ignorant and in
experiencedmay stir men and wom
en to mighty deeds. This woman
waited the arrival of one who fancied
himself a" modern Fcrsens about to re
lease nnother bound nnd helpless An
dromeda from a devouring monster.
Whether the man who fatuously
filled that role or the boy. rather, for
be hnd not renched mnn'B years or
estate would arrive before her hus
band, was the problem thnt filled the
woman's mind. In view of the bllz-
stard raging, she might have wondered
whether, ia case either of them
sought the house, they could find it or
reach it alive. If she hnd stopped to
consider that phase of the possibili
ties, she would have been profoundly
glad bad both ventured and hud both
wandered on in the night until beaten
down and mattered by the spirit of
the Btorm, bo that the Bearchers, after
its violence had abated, might find
them frozen to death as many another
poor fellow was found frozen there
after. For while Uie woman loathed
and natert her drunken brute of a hus
band, yet she had no affection for the
foolish young tender'oot who bad wan
dered out west to spend a summer
bolidav and had lingered on tlirnuah
the winter, fascinated by her exuber
ant attractiveness, and flattered by
her bold and artful pursuit of him.
She bad thought to amuse herself In
her dreary, wretched, sordid life by
his fresh, frank, open admiration. The
woman's drunken husband had cared
little at first; but lately, under the
jibes, sneers, and Innuendos of his '
companions, he had become fiercely j
Jealous. Then In maudlin fury he had
forbidden the boy the house, and had
eworn that he would kill him on
Bight
The woman thereupon swiftly made
up her mind to break the thraldom of
her matrimonial bond, and in the
young stranger's company or by his
agency to leave the country. She
neither desired nor intended to be
tied to the boy a half dozen years
younger than she.
Once in civilization it would be
easy to break away from him, she
knew. Thereafter she had no fear
but with her beauty, her wit, and her
courage, with her utter unscrupulous
ness, she could make her way in the
east which she had never seen. And
this was the night on which they had
agreed to take their departure.
Since her husband's wild outbreak
of Jealousy, she had seen the boy only
once. In that surreptitious Interview
they had concocted their plans. Her
husband spent the greater part of the
rights, whenever he had any money,
In gambling and drinking at the sa
loon, lly a lucky chance a short time
1 tafnra in an all Tiltrht trlnl irlth Pnr.
tlinA hfl had won Romethinir over
$1,000. The bulk of it in v"-'1 cash
still reposed In the chest of flm-ers.
That, with what the boy bl tori
tribute, would provide for the -... hps
of the Journey. She had got it out
and tied It up In a little canvas bag.
It lay on the table near the lamp.
Fifteen miles south the Union Pa
cific railroad ran across the continent.
It had been her plan to ride thither
and take the first train eastward,
loslni; themselves in Chicago, and
thence by whatsoever route pleased
them making; their way to New York.
Whether her husband would pursue
her or not, she could not tell. Ho 1 own weapon, uut Deiore ne coma
would be without the money, since I raise It there was a sudden movement
she meant to take all with her. He' back of him. The man In the door
would hardly be able to follow her '? turned sharply,
vorv anmi lint if ho that was i ! "What!" he cried to his wife. "You
risk she must take. . i
Engrossed In the present, the boy
thought nothing at all about the fu-
ture. The woman's predicament ;
bulked so larce to his immature imagl-!
nation that there was nothing else on
the horizon. There was no other hori
zon than she. In fact. And his one
desire was to get her away to free
her.
And now this storm bade fair to
render the whole plan Impossible.
i Misunderstanding his temper she fear-
e(J thftt the boy woud be'rr,Bhtened
by the blizzard. Yet there wes more
in the boy than she imagined; for
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"You Are Going on a Longer Journey
Than You Planned," He Panted.
when she had about made up her mind
finally that he would not come, the
door was thrown open and he Btag
gered Into the room. The woman
creamed slightly nnd stepped toward
the snow-covered, ice-lncrusted figure.
The young man forced the door shut,
turned and faced her. He tore off his
fur cap and threw It on the floor. He
stretched out his icy gauntletted
hands toward her. To reach the cabin
be had been compelled to face the
blizzard. His face was white yet
bleeding. The woman shrank back
from him.
"Is this my welcome?" be said in a
voice maniy enougn in spue or nil
jouiniui ahpeci.
."You're -so wet and so cold," said'
the woman. "The horses?"
"They're outside," returned the
boy. "Hut you didn't think of ventur
ing in this blizzard? Why, Jfs like
hell itself, or would be if hell was
cold!"
"I'd risk anything," said the woman
fiercely, "to get away from him! Ymi
won't fall me now?" I
"Hut, my God, girl!" answered the
boy with thnt assumption of superior
HRe wn"'n icneu nis pnue, "wu u
dl ln th'8 Gizzard."
"No," persisted the woman. "Seo,
the storm comes straight from the
north. Our way it duo south; we've
only to keep It at our backs."
"All right," said the boy cheerily.
He turned and stared out of the win
dow. "You've no Idea how teniblo It
is, though."
"I don't care."
"Get ready, then."
"I'm ready," she replied. "See!"
She lifted the skirt of her dress and
showed him a pair of horseman's
1
fi -'
uouKt'rs tuCiuM iige.uj in tDt'm. "Its
a good thing he has a small foot," sl:e
tr.o.rtd.
"Cure him!" suld the biy. "I'd
like to settle with him before' we go."
You'll settle wuh hiiu enough,"
s-ild the woman cvncally. "when you ' um,,ls 10 ui,u"' u,lu 10 B'lu tt "ls
t;i'.:e n.e away from him." nant ord or Uo before li; 8
She tirr.ed and took down from ! cloted forever,
ore cf the pegs a heavy fur overcoat. The confession, the bullet that had
The boy assisted her to put It on. , killed h,m. tu I'ty revolver, and
From a holster hanging on the waif i tho man'a ,ast words- solemnly attest
fhe drew a small silver mounted 32- ! a b tll08e Present, were carefully
calibered revolver.
"lui ready." she said again.
"Lct us start. then." cried the boy,
stepping forward.
0n tlle Instant a whirl of wind dis-
closed to them that the door had sud-
denly opened. They turned to face
a drunken, Infuriated, leering figure.
He had on a short, thick fur Jacket,
which left his hips completely un
covered. A heavy revolver had dan
gled in his holster. He dragged It
out as he spoke and trained It on the
boy.
"You're going for a longer Journey
than you planned!" he panted thickly,
as he strove to steady the weapon and
.cover the other.
The boy was fumbling at the fasten
ings of his coat. His own revolver
was not get-at-able instantly, as it
should have been and would have
been had he been a native Jo the
west.
"Fumble at 'em, you fool!" cried
the man. "Defore you get 'em open,
I'll shoot you dead. I don't do It now,
cause I want you to taste death and
hell as long as possible before you
go into 'em. You thought you'd make
a fool out of me, did you, and you,
too, you
He flung a frightful, mordant word
at his wife which stung not less be
cause It was In large measure unde
served, at least so far as the boy was
concerned. .
"I'll settle with you when I got
through with him. Your time's up!"
he continued, as the boy at last suc
ceeded in reaching his weapon.
He was game, that boy, although hla
face under Its blood was whiter than
it had been when he entered the
cabin, while the other man's, similarly
snow wounded, was red with rage;
and, though he was covered and even
a drunken mnn could scarcely miss' at
such ranpe, he nevertheless drew his
would, you
At that Instant the boy was con
scious of a sudden flash of light and a
Fharp detonation. The room was I
filled with noise, a little cloud of j
smoke blew down on him. Standing with j
hi own nictnl hntt rinarpri tizht in his. I
hand, he saw the man In the doorway'
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reel. The arm that held his weapon
dropped to his side. With a convul
sive movement he pulled tho tripger
The bullet burled Itself In the lioor,
while the man sank down on hla
knees, swayed a moment, a fruitful
look In hla tycs, ard then rilrhrd for
ward on lis f:ice crd lav sill.
"(Iced Cn:l!" whlrpered thfl boy
tiirn!i;jt to h's com :r ion, "; ou've Kl.ot
Mm!"
He Rtnrrd at tl: wonrn, v.bo stil
clasped tl.o lit'.k siver inoiintt d
weapon she had Ubi.d with such ter
rible effect.
"It was Ms life, or your life or
mine,'' was the answer. "1 did it for
you," she said quickly, seeing a look
of horror and repulsion snreading over
the face of her companion.
"Yes yes! 1 know," he replied;
'"b'lt "
. "Come, we must get out of here
lmmedlii Uiy."
"Of course, of course," whispered
the boy nervously, "we can't stay here
now."
"Drag hlra into tho room and shut
the door!"
The lad hesitated.
"Are you afraid?" sneered tho
woman, making as if to do so herself.
"Certainly not,' was the answer;
but the boy nevertheless was afrcld
afraid of death, with more fear than
he had ever felt for any one living.
Yet something had to be done and at
once.
Forcing himself to the task at last,
he stooped down, seized the man by
the shoulders, turned him over on his
face, and dragged him further Into the
room. Then he .shut the door. The
two stared a moment at the prostrate
figure.
"He's not dead yet," said the boy
slowly.
"No; but he soon will bo." The
woman stooped over and unbuttoned
the man's coat and waistcoat. "There!"
she said, pointing to a ghastly hole.
"I struck him fair in the breast.
Would to God it'd been ln his black
heart!" she added. "Don't you Bee
that we must go now and quick?
Come, we can't delay any longer."
"I'll take the blame on myself If
we're caught," said the boy. "It was
my fault and you saved my life."
"That's noble of you," returned the
woman Indifferently; "but we won't be
caught."
"Well, then, I'll save your reputa
tion before I go," continued the other
quixotically.
There were a few tattered books on
the shelf. He took one down, tore
out the flyleaf, drew a pencil from
bla pocltet, scribbled on it a few
words, signed It, held It to the woman
to read, laid the leaf down on the
body of tho dying man, and then
turned to the door. He opened it, and
the woman followed him out luto the
night, ,
The room was rcry rIIU. Except
for the long, alow, faint, and fainter
breathing of the man, there was not
a sound within tht hovel.
Death hovered over him the long
night through. The morning found
him till alive, yet barely breathing.
U was trembling on the teruul
verge later in tne day wnen men see
inK him burst Into the room. They
tumid the letter of i-oufcsj-ion still
lying where It had been placed. They
revived the man suBUieutly by stim-
rreserved by the leader or them all.
They might be useful some day; who
knew! For the 'rest It was evident
w hat had happened. The boy and the
woman were gone from the camp. No
search was made for them; none was
possible. The blizzard had spent it
self by that time; but the prairie was
covered deep with drifted snow. A
period of intense cold supervened. It
was hardly within human possibility
that the two fugitives could have got
safely away. They must be buried
somewhere to the southward in the
vast drifts. Spring might reveal their
fate, It might remain forever & secret
So far as the denlzeus of the country
were concerned,. the tragedy one of
the numberless ones of the frontier
was over. Iu a day or two It was for
gotten. The Storm Without.
The woman's first thought when she
stepped outside the door was that at
all hazards they must go back. The
wind almost swept her away; only the
steadying grasp of the boy, better pre
pared thau she for the attack of the
storm, enabled her to keep her feet.
Yet the presence of that ghastly thing
on the Hour which was affecting even
her iron nerve, prevented their return.
Whatever happened they must go on!
The door of that shelter was closed
to them forever by the dead or dying
tenant. She realized however, that
their chances of escaping freezing to
death In this mad endeavor were so
email as to be practically none. Well,
fate had forced her Into this position.
She would follow the path she had
chosen, whatever might 'be at the end
of the way.
Speech was well nigh impossible.
The boy staggered on past the win
dow, and she followed until the lee
of the house was reached. Hetween
a great drift and the wall, In a little
open space the horses were tied.
The boy was a natural horseman.
He had picked out the best two bron
cos in the camp. If any animals could
take the.ni to Bafety, these could. Not
yet chilled by the fierce cold, they
untied the shivering, reluctant, terrl
lied horses from the wooden pins driv
t-n Into the chinks between the log
walls ol the house to which they had
been hitched, mounted them, and
threading their way round the drift
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Bliilltu "uinuru on meir u-wu. uuo
They left death behind them and lo!
death loomed before aud on titbci
hand. .
Except where the storm was broken
by houses, drifts had not yet formed.
The wind was too terrific; It swept
the level prairie clean. Hut away
from the shelter of the house they got
the full force of it. Although they
were thickly clad In wool nnd fur, tha
pressure of the slorm drove their gar
ments against their boilies, and soon
filled them with icy cold. There was !
no help for It. no relief from It. They I
had to bear It. They could only bend !
their buckh to It and lcep on, trust-1
ing to t iit end iraiir-o of their horses, i
The woman Judged that It had been !
about one In thij moiuliis when they'
had started. The Overland Limited
ran through the station at three. No
horses that 'lived could have made
that 15 miles In two hours under those
conditions. It was more than prob
nbie, however, that the limited would
be greatly delayed by the storm, nnd
If they kept going steadily they would
be likely to catch It. At any rate,
when they reached the station, they
would find food, fire and shelter.
If their horses did not give out, It
they wore not turned adrift on foot
In the storm and snow, and left to plod
on ui...i '!"v fell and slept, and froze,
nnd died, the would perhaps get
away.
More experienced than the boy, all
these possibilities were present to her.
She did not pray, she could ask noth
ing of God; but she went warily and
carefully, helping the horse where she
could.
As for her companion, ho did not
give theso matters very much consid
eration. He kept going toward the
south to the railroad station because
that was the only thing to be done.
Another, however, rode with him, If
not with her. Hefore lis eyes was
ever present that gory, grizzly spec
tacle of a human form, the red blood
welling from Its breast, redder still
from the white snow with which he
was surrounded. That awful figure
beckoned him on. He was younger,
finer, better, than she. He was more
fool than knave; she was all knave.
Her thoughts went forward to what
was before her; but h's went back
ward to what was behind.
After a long time It seemed to them
that the fierceness of the storm was
somewhat abated. The wind was cer
tainly falling; but the drifts were
steadily rising, and their progress
was more difficult every moment for
thnt cause. Their very souls were
numb with the awful cold. Still they
went forward, slower now, ind more
slowly ever.
How far they had come, what time
It was, where they were, neither he
nor she could tell. It seemed to them
both that they had been hours on the
way. The woman was sure that they
must have compassed the greater part
of the Journey, when her horse sud
denly stumbled and fell. Her bron
cho's matchless endurance had at lust
been exhausted by the terrible strug
gle of their Journey. He lay dying
where he fell, and nothing she could
do could gt him up ngata. The boy
Litu sio . u, in course, wn,jn uer uu.it
had fallen. He had dismounted aud
helped l'r to rise. He had assisted
her vaiu efforts to get her own played
out horse on Its feet. The two now
ttood staring at eaeh other In dismay.
"You must take my horse," said the
boy at last.
The woman nodded. With his as
sistance she climbed slowly and pain
fully Into the saddle, took the reins
"She It Cone, Then?" Gasped the Boy.
from the boy, and Btarted on. Her
companion caught hold of the stirrup
leather and staggered forward by her
side. The going was now infinitely
harder for the remaining horse. The
woman Immediately realized that with
this almost dead wrlcht pluiii'ij
through the deep drifts and dragging
heavily at the stirrup leather, the
remaining bronco would soon bo ex
haunted.
She had meant to play fair with
him but It could not be. And so for
a long time the trio plodded on In this
way, the woman nerving herself to a
frightful action as best she could. She
hesitated to do It. She was reluc
tant Hut no horse that ever lived could
stand such a strain. She knew that It
would be a matter of minutes now
when the animal she rode on would
also fall, and lie when he had fallen
like his dead brother back on the
trail, and then Bhe and the boy wquld
Inevitably perish.
Well, it was his life or hers! The
decision was forced upon her. And
perhaps after all It was Just as well
to get rid of them both and havo done
with It. She reached over, and bo
fore the boy realized what was hap
pening she caught his hand, tore his
fingers from the saddle strap, and
thrust him violently backward. Un
prepared, unsuspecting, half-dazed, he
could offer no adequate resistance, H
reeled and fell supine In a deep and
overwhelming drift. She struck the
hoi'Be heavily with the whip that hung
from the saddle bow, and the anlmaJ
plunged forward wildly. She knew
that slie was safe unless he should
try to Bhoot her; for he was too weak
and too exhausted to catch her.
The boy's senses were quickened In
to instant action by her conduct. Aft
er tho first moment of surprise, h
knew at once that she was deliberate
ly abandoning him to dio In the snow.
A hot rush of blood, ln spite of the
cold, swept over him. He thrust hie
hand within his coat nnd dragged out
a weapon. He raised it and trained
It on the woman's back, and for the
moment his hand did not tremble
Then there rose before him that other
gory figure. Though he hnd lived
some months on tho wild frontier and
had seen more than one man killed
there, he had never been connected
with tho murder before, even ns an
accessory after the fact, aud the hor
ror of It was still upon him. He low-
ered tho pistol, though he could easily
have Bhot her dead.
Such treachery on the part of
woman would havo killed some men;
not so this boy. ln that moment he
became a man. He saw himself a
.fool; he determined that he would not
also see himself a coward. Clenching
his fists und summoning his strength,
he followed southward afoot ln the
woman's wake,
Ho wanted ir that bo the word for
his progress with his head down and
his body bent lower and lower. He
took long rests between the steps. Hy
and by he fell forward on his face.
Tho sensation of delicious rest and
drowsiness that swept over him wooed
him to He still and die; but there were
still sparks and remnants of manhood riattsmouth one and half miles from
and courage In him. He shook off his grain elevator, well Improved, and
desire to sleep at last and strove fran- known as the Jacob Horn farm. For
tlcally to rise. Finding that he could furthcr particulars see Mrs. W. Hass
not, he crawled forward on' his hands , rIatt8mouth, Neb.
and knees, slowly working himself.
over the snow covered ground, round
the drifts like a great animal.
There was no use. Humanity could
not stand the strain any longer. One
more movement he mnde, and Just as
he was about to sink down forever he
heard a long, deep hollow, mournful
sound. He stopped, Interested, dimly
wondering what It could be.
Whatever It was, It meant life of
some kind. It came from directly
In front of him. It nerved him to fur
ther effort. Summoning the last ves
tige of his Htrcngth, ho advanced a
little farther.
Ho knew what It was now. It was
a locomotivp.
He lifted his head and saw lights
faintly. Ho divined that It was the
station, the train, the Overland Urn
lted! She would get on it and go
away! What mattered it?
And what of himself? There wa
help; there was life! He actually rose
to bis feet and wavered on. Hy hap
py chance the contour of the ground
had caused the space between hlra
and the lights to be twept com para-
avtiy oare oi snow, a was noi
difficult talking, jet he staggered liko
a drunkeu man.
Ah! the lights were moving beforo
his eyes, they dar.ced and flickered,.
The train wus going! He broke into
a reeling run, hoarse whispers on bit
froren lips. Too late!
He ttumbled and fell across the
tracks, dimly conscious of the lights,
of the departing train. He had Just
sense enough and strength enouglt
to cry out as he did so. Some one on
the station platform heard his voice.
Men came toward him; he was lifted
up and carried Into a warm roonv.
Something burning yet dellclously r
Tivlng was poured dewn his throat
"The woman!" he gasped out, lookv
Ing up In the faces of the station
agent and his helper bending oyci
him.
"She took the limited not five mfn
ntet ago," said the man staring at hint
curiously. "The train was two hourtj
and a hulf late or Bhe'd never have
got It."
"She's gone then?" gasped the boyt
"Yes."
"Thank, God she got away!" he mur
inured as he lapsed into complete urn
consciousness.
There was good stuff ln the boy,'
He was glad the woman had escaped
In spite of all. He did not want an
other human being's life on his hand
To be continued
KEEP THE I-
JEYS WELL
Health is Worth Saving:, and
Some Platssmoulh People
Know It.
Many riattsmouth peoplo take
their lives in their hands by neglocU
lug the kidneys when they know
these organs need help. Sick kid
neys are responsible for a vast
amount cf suffering and ill health,
but thero Is no need to suffer nor to
remain In danger when all diseases
and aches and pains due to weak kid
neys can be quickly and permanently
cured by the use of Doan's Kidney
lills. Here Is a 1'lattsmouth cltU
zen's recommendation:
.1. L. Kinniiey, Lincoln Ave., riatts
mouth, Nebraska, says: "Donn's
Kidney Pills, procured from Goring
&. Co's drug store, have been uned In
niy family nnd have brought prompt
relief from kidney disorders after
other remedies failed. In 190G 1
publicly recommended Doan's Kid
ney Pills for the benefit of other kid
ney sufferers nnd nt (his lime I have
no reason whatever to withdraw ono
word from that stntement."
For snlo by nil denies. Prleo CO
cents. Fohlr-MlllMu n Co., Huffalo,
New York, sole ngeiilH for the United
States.
Kemembcr the tinme Donn's nnd
lake no other.
May Move to lialtsmonlli.
T. K. Hanthorn nr.l wife, of Lin
coln, were over nhOit visitors ln the
( lly, hnvini? come from their home at
Lincoln to look up tho Ploux City
run. Mr. Hanthorn being a locomotive
engineer.
Mr. Hanthorn may have tho run
from Pacific Junction to Sioux City,
and In that case IiIh layover would bo
nt Plnttsmouth, which would nocessU
I taf e tho family moving to Platts
mouth, probably In the sprliiK, an')
In the n,antnio they will make their
homo at the hotel.
Mr. W. K. Jenkins and hla sister.
merchants of Murrny, motored to
nuttHinouth this morning and board
ed a Huiiington train for Omaha
where they went to dc al with the.
wholesalers In a negotiation for good
for the store.
For Sale.
204 acre farm, 4 miles west ot
MR. FARMER!
I will on Thursday of every week de
liver Ice Cream, Fruit at Fresh Oysters;
at your very door.
Watch for the Auto!
j. E. MASON
