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THE FAKMERS' ALLIANCE, LINCOLN, NEB., THURSDAY, DEC. 17,181)1.
A CHRISTMAS PRAYER.
Lord, for the lonely heart
I pray apart.
Now. fur t be son of sorrow
Whom this tomorrow .
Rejoiceth not. O lord.
Bear my weak word.
For live too bitter to be borne.
For the tempted and the lorn.
For the prisoner in the cell.
For the shame lip doth not tell.
For the haeg&rd enicide.
Peace, peace, this Christmas tide!
Into the desert, trod
By the lone si,--:. O Cod;
Into the patient ;;luom
Of that small room
Where lie the child of pain
Of all neglected most be faia
To enter, healing, and remain.
Now. at the fall of day,
I bow and pray.
For those who cannot sleep
A watch I keep.
Oh, let the starving brain
he fed, and fed attain;
At thy behest
The tortured nerve find re-it.
I see the vacant chair.
Father of souls, prepare
My poor thought's feeble power
To plead this hour:
For the empty, aching home
Where the silent footsteps come.
Where the unseen face looks on,
Where the handclasp is not felt, '
Where the dearest eyes are gone.
Where the portrait on the wall
Stirs and struggles as to speak.
Where the light breath from the hall
Calls the color to the check.
Where the voice breaks in the hymn
When the sunset burncth dim.
Where the late large tear will start.
Frozen by the broken heart.
Where the lesson is to loam
How to live, to grieve, to yearn.
How to bear and how to bow.
Oh, the Christmas that is fled!
Lord of living and of di.axl.
-Elizabeth Stuart Phelps in Independent.
WATCHING FOE ST. NICK.
Christmas eve, after the children had
hung up their stockings and got all ready
for St. Kick, they climbed upon, papa's lap
to kiss him good night, and when they
both f!0t their arms nrouud his neck they
said they were not going to bed till he told
them a ChriHt-mas story. Then he saw
that ho would have to mind, for they wero
awfully severe with him, and always made
him do exactly what they told him; it was
the way they had brought him up. llo
tried his best to get out of it for awhile,
but nfter they had shaken him, first thio
side aud then that side, and pulled him
backward and forward till he did not know
where he was, ho began to think perhapj
he had better begin.
The first thing he said after he opened
his eyes and made believe he had been
asleep or something was, "Well, what did
I leave off at?" and that made tlicm just
perfectly boiling, for they understood hi3
tricks and thev knew he was trying to
pretend that he had told part of the story
already, and they said he had not left off
anywhere, because he had not commenced,
and he saw it was no use. So he com
menced: "Once there was a little Tony Engino
that used to play around the Fitchburg
depot, on the siilo tracks, and sleep iu
among the big locomotives iu the car
house" The little girl lifted her head from her
papa's shoulder, where she had dropped it.
"Is it a sad story, papa?"
"How is it going to end?" asked the boy.
"Well, it's got a moral," said the papa.
"Oh, all right if it's got a moral," said
the children. They had a good deal of fun
with the morals the papa put to his stories.
The boy added, "Go on," and the little girl
prompted, "Car house."
The papa said, "Now every time you stop
me I shall have to begin over again." But
he soon saw that this was not going to
spite them any, so he went on: "One of the
locomotives was its mother, and she had
got hurt once in a big smash up, so that
she couldn't run long trips any more. She
was so weak in the cheat you could heat
her wheeze as far as you could see her.
But she could work around the depot and
pull empty cars in and out and shunt
them off on the side tracks, and she was so
anxious to bo useful that all the other en
gines respected her, and they were very
kind to t he little l'ony Engine on her ac
count, though it was always getting in the
way and under their wheels and every
thing. They all knew it was an orphan,
for before its mother got hurt its father
weut through a bridge one dark night
Into an arm of the sea and was never
heard of again, lie was supposed to have
"The old mother locomotive used to say
that it would never have happened if she
had been there; but poor, dear No. 230 w;
always so venturesome, and she had
warned him against that very bridge time
Rtid again. Then she would whistle so
dolefully, and sigh with her airbrakes
enough to make anybody cry. You see,
they used to be a very happy family when
they were all together, before the papa
locomotive got drowned. He was very
fond of the little Pony Engine, and told it
stories at night after they got into the car
house at the end of some of his long runs.
It would get up on his cowcatcher and lean
Its chimney up against his and listen till it
fell asleep. Then he would put it softly
down and be off again in the morning be
fore it was awake. I tell you, those were
happy days for poor No. 236. The little
Pony "Engine could just remember him; it
was awfully proud ot its papa."
The boy lifted his head and looked at the
little girl, who suddenly hid her face in
the papa's other shoulder. "Well, I de
clare, papa, she was putting up her. lip."
"I wasn't any such thingl" said the little
(jirl. "And I don't care! Sol" and then
"Now, never you mind," said the papa
to the boy. "You'll be putting up your
lip before I'm through. Well, aud then
she used to caution the little Pony Engino
against gettiug in the way of the big loco
motives, and told it to keep close around
after her and try to do all it could to learn
about shifting empty cars. You see, she
knew how ambitious t he little Pony Engine
was, and how it wasn't contented a bit just
to grow up in the pony engine business
and le tied down to the depot all its days.
Once she happened to tell it that if it was
good and always did what it was bid per
haps a cowcatcher would grow on it some
day, and then it could be a passenger loco
motive. Mammas have to promise all sorts
of things, and she was almost distracted
when she said that."
"I don't think she ought to have deceived
tt, papa," said the boy. "But it ought to
have known that if it was a Pony Engine
to legin with it uever could have a cow
catcher." "Couldn't it?" asked the girl gently.
"No; thjy'rc kind of mooley."
The little girl asked the papa, "What
makes Pony Engines mooley?" for she did
not choose to lie told by her brother; he
was only two years older than she was
"Well, it's pretty hard to say. You see,
when a locomotive is first hatched"
"Oh, are they hatched, papa?" asked the
"Well, we'll call it hatched," said the
papa; but they knew he was just funning.
"They're about the size of teakettles at
first and it's a chance whether they will
have cowcatchers or not. If they keep
their spouts they will, and if their spouts
drop off they won't."
"What makes the spout ever drop off?"
"Oh. sometimes the pin, or the gapes''
The children both began to shake the
papa, and be waa glad enough to goon
Well, anyway, the mother locomotive
certainly oughtn't to have deceived it.
Still she bid to say something, and per
haps the little Pony Engine van better em
ployed watching it buffers with its head
light to see whether its cowcatcher bad
begun to grow than it wonld have been in
listening to the stories of the old locomo
tives and sometimes to their swearing."
Do they swear, papa?" asked the little
girl, somewhat shocked and yet pleased.
Well, I never beard them near Dy. isut
it sounds a good deal like swearing when
you hear them on the up grade on our bill
in the night. Where was I?"
"Swearing," said the boy. "And please
ion't go hack now, papa."
Well, I won't. It 11 he as much as I
can do to get through this story without
going over any of it again. Well, the
thing that the little Pony Eugine wanted
to be the most in this world was the loco
motive of the Pacific Express, that starts
out every afternoon at 3, you know. It In
tended to apply for the place as soon as the
cowcatcher was grown, and it was always
trying to attract the locomotive's atten
tion, backing and filling on the track
alongside of the train, and once it raced it
a little piece and beat it, before the Express
locomotive was under way, and almost got
in f rout of it on a switch. My, but its
mother was scared! She just yelled to it
with her whistle, and that night she sent
it to sleep without a particle of coal or wa
ter in its tender.
"But the little Pony Engine didn't care.
It had beaten the Pacific Express in 100
yards, and what was to hinder it from
beating it as long as it chose? The little
Pony Engine could not get it out of I'a
head. It was just like a boy who thinks he
can whip a man."
The boy lifted his head. "Well, a lioy
can, papa, if he goes to do it the right way.
Just stoop down before the man knows ii
and catch him by the legs and tip him
"Ho! I guess you see your.-elf," said tho
little girl scornfully.
"Well, I could," said the buy; "and soniu
day I'll just show ypu."
"Now, little cock sparrow, now!" s;'.id
the papa, and he laughed. "Well, the lit
tie Pony Engine thought he could In-at. liiy
Pacific Express, any way, aud so one dark,
snowy, blowy afternoon, when his niot-liei
was off pushing soma empty coal cars up
past the kuownothiiig crossing beyond
Charlosto.vn, he got on the track in front
of the Express and when he heard the con
ductor say, 'All nboard!' aud the stanin-.-gong
struck, und the brakcim::) leanAl out
aud waved to the engineer, ho darted off
like lightning. He had his steam up and
"Well, he was so excited for awhilo that
bo couldn't tell whether the Express was
gaining on him or not, but after twenty or
thirty miles ho thought he heard it pretty
near. Of course the Express locomotive
was drawing a heavy train of cars and it
had to make a stop or two at Charles
town, and at Concord Junction, and at
Ayer so the Pony Engine did really gain
on it a little, aud when it began to be scar
ed it gained a good deal. But tho first
place where it began to feel sorry und to
want its mother was in Hoosao tunnel. It
never was in a tunnel before, and it seemed
as if it would never get out. It kept think
ing what if the Pacific Express was to run
over it there in the dark, aud its mother off
there in the Fitchburg depot in Boston,
looking for it nmong the side tracks? It
gave a perfect shriek, and just then it shot
DUtof the tunnel. There were a lot of
locomotives loafing around there at North
Adams, and one of them shouted out to it
as it flew by, 'What's your hurry, littlo
one?' aud it just, screamed back, 'Pacifio
Express,' and never stopped to explain,
l'hey talked iu locomotive language"
"Oh, what did it souud like?" the boy
'Well, pretty queer. I'll tell you some
aay. It knew it had no time to fool away,
auil all t hrough the long, dark night when
Bver a locomotive hailed it it just screamed
'Pacific Express,' and kept on. And the
Express kept gaining on it. Some of tho
locomotives wanted to stop it, but they
decided they had better not get iu its way;
ind so it whizzed along across New York,
state and Ohio and Indiana till it got to
Chicago. And the Express kept gaining on
it. By that time it was so hoarse it could
hardly whisper, but it kept saying 'Pacific
Express! Pacific Express!' and it kept right
m till it reached the Mississippi river,
l'here it found a long train of freight cars
before it on the bridge. It couldn't wait,
md so it sli pied down from the track to the
;dge of the river aud jumped across, and
then scrambled up the embankment to the
"Papa!" said the little girl warningly.
"Truly it did," said the papa.
"Ho! that's nothing," said the boy. "A
whole train of cars did it in that Jules
"Well," the papa went on, "after that it
had a little rest, for the Express had to wait
for the freight train to get off the bridge,
ind the Pony Engine stopped at the first
station for a drink of water and a mouth
ful of coal, and then it flew ahead. There
was a kind old locomotive at Omaha that
tried to find out where it belonged, and
what its mother's name was, but the Pony
Engine was so be wildered that it couldn't
tell. Aud the Express kept gainiug on it.
Dn the plains it was chased by a pack of
prairie wolves, but it left them far behind,
ind the antelopes were scared half to
leath. But the worst of it was when the
nightmare got after it."
"The nightmare? Goodness!" said the
"I've had the nightmare," said the girl.
"Oh, yes, a mere human nightmare,"
said the papa. "But a locomotive night
mare is a very different t hing.
"Why, what's it like?" asked the boy.
The little girl was almost afraid to ask,
"Well, it has only one leg, to begin with."
"Wheel, I mean. And it has four cow
satchers and four headlights and two boil
srs and eight whistles, and it just goes
whirling and screeching along. Of course,
;t wabbles awfully, and as it's only got one
wheel it has to keep skipping from one
track to the other."
"I should think it would runon the cross
ties," said the boy.
"Oh, very well, then," said the papa, "if
you fciow so much iiiov about it than 1
do. Who's telling this story, anyway?
Now I shall have to go back to the begin
ning. Once there wasalittle Pony En"
T'iiev both nut their hands over his
mouth and fairly begged him to go on, and
at last he did. "Well, it got away from
the nightmare about morning, but not till
the nightmare had bitten a large piece out
of its tender, and then it braced up for the
homestretch. It thought that if it could
once beat the Express to the Sierras it
could keep the start the rest of the way,
for it could get over t he mountains quick
er than the Express could, and it might be
in San Francisco before the Express got to
Sacramento. The Express kept gaining on
it. But just zipped along the upper edge of
Kansas and the lower edge of Nebraska and
on through Colorado anil Utah and Nevada,
and when it got to the Sierras it just
Dtopped a little and went over them like a
goat it did, truly; just doubled up its
fore Wheels under it and jumped. And the
Express kept gaining on it.
"Bv this time it couldn't say 'Pacific Ex
press' any more, and it didn't try. It just
said 'Express! Express!' and then "Press!
'Press!' and then ' 'Ess! 'Ess!' and pretty
soon only ' 'Ss! 'Ss!' And the Express kept
gaining on it. Before they reached Saa
Fraucisco the Express locomotives cow
catcher was almost touching the l'ony En
gine's tender. It gave one howl of anguish
as it felt the Express locomotive's hot
breath on the place where the nightmare
had bitten the piece out, aud tore through
the end of the" San Francisco depot and
plunged into the Pacific ocean and was
never seen again. There, now," aud tbs
papa, trying to make the children gt-t
down; "that's all tio to bed." The little
girl waa crying, and so be tried to comfort
ber by keeping ber iu bis lap.
The buy cleared bis throat. "What is
the moral, papa?" be asked, huskily.
"Children, obey your parent," said the
"And what became of the mother loco
motive?" pursued the boy.
"She had a braiu fever, and never quite
recovered the use of ber mind again."
The boy thought awhile. "Well, I don't
see what it had to do with Christmas, any
way." "Why it was Christmas eve when the
Pony Engine started from Boston and
Christmas afternoon when it reached San
"Ho!" said the boy. "Xo locomotive
could get across the coutiuent in a day and
aud a night, let alone a little Pony En
gine." "But this Pony Engine bad to. Did yon
never bear of the beaver that clomb the
"Yes, some other time."
"But how could it get across so quick?
Just one day!"
"Well, perhaps it was a year. May be it
was the next Christmas after that when it
got to San Francisco."
The papa set the littlo stir! down and
started to run out of the room, and both
of the children started after him, to pound
When they were in bed the boy called
down stairs to the papa, "Well, anyway, I
tlidu t put up my lip." uliaiu Dean
Howell iu Harjier's Young People.
A CHRISTMAS PRESENT.
"I ram to aak rro"-bU voir low
"For aomet ting"- bla fare bad a roJrt y glew,
"l hope that ) our anawcr will l. La mi;'
I cuw for my Christmas pra.nt.
"I tbrok your heart knows what I mean;
I feel your erea must have snrt-ljr area
llow marh I Ion you; I wast, my queaa.
Yourself for ray CbrUtmaa pruU
My past I dark with a-rlef and pala.
Put not wtth any blot or aula.
Ah! thall 1 plead, my love, in vain
For tho as my Chriatmaa prewDtr
"Forget the past: 'tis eons and dead:
Just think" be brut graceful bead.
The color o'er her fair see apread
"Just think of your CurUtmaa present."
UTILE BELLE'S CHRISTMAS.
Jle Got the Tree,
"Say, ma," said Tommy, "aren't we go
ing to have a Christmas tree this year?"
"No, Tommy," answered his mother, "I
haven't time to attend to it this year, and
your father is so busy that he will uot have
time to fix it up either."
Tommy was silent for some time, then
he went over and sat on a footstool beside
his mother, who was doing some fancy
"Say, ma," said Tommy meekly, after a
long pause. Seeing that her sou was not
inclined to finish the sentence she said
He rested his cllww on her lap and lean
ing his head on his hand he watched her
fingers working dexterously for a few sec
onds, then he continued slowly:
"Say, ma, you told mo I uius'n't fight,
"I certainly did, Tommy."
"Well, say, ma, you know Jimmy Jones,
what lives across the street?"
"Well, I was talking with him yeste'day
and he said 't his mother wasnicer'n mine,
au I sed 't she wasn't, and then we got to
flglitin, nn say, ma, you won't be mad if I
licked him, will you? An I told him't
my mother was t he nicest looking lady in
tho street, an ilou't you forgot it, nn I said
't mother wasn't old nnd wrinkled like his
mother was, a'n ho said 't his mother was
more generous'n mine, an 't she was going
to fix him up a nice Christmas tree, an
then I couldn't help it, ma, au I licked him
some more, and just then a big policeman
came along au said 't he'd run us both iu
if we didn't stop fighting, au"
But his mother hud got up from her
chair by this time. She called Bridget and
told her to go to the grocery store and or
der a nice Christmas tree the nicest one
they had. New York Tribuue.
It is the bles:;ed OhristinastUle,
Tho Christmas lights are all attlow.
Alve our heads tho Joy bells ring.
Without the happy children sins.
Klndlo the Christmas brand, and then
Till sunnc-set let it burno.
Give the honour to this day
That sees December turn'd to May.
Let winter breathe a fragrance forth
Liko as the purple spring.
The neighbours were friendly bidden,
And all had welcome true.
Old Song. .
A man might then behold
At Christmas, in each hall,
Good fires to curb the cold
And moat for great and small.
The Price Red need.
Persons who may lie undecided what to
nurchase for a Christmas present will be
interested to know that a locomotive
which cost $30,000 ten years ago can be
bought today for $3,000. A reduction of
(31,000 is a big item to consider when se
lecting a Christmas present. Norristown
A Seayonuble Sign.
About this season of the year you will
notice that tho eastern girl wears a very
jealous expression when she cracks nef
jokes about tho size of the western girl's
A man mav not. be so badly off for pres
ents if ho only has but presence of iuina.
N'ew Orleans Picayuue.
Mot That Kind.
Nobody should be hungry on Christmas.
i is not that kind of a hollow day. Mer-
None but superior animals to make
The Family Ituyer.
"Augustus, dear, 1 bought something
awfullv nice today in town," remarked
Kathrine at dinner last evening in the lit
tle Queen Anne cottage on Staten Island,
as she looked across the table at her young
"Yes; I bought your present."
"What is it?"
"Oh, I can't tell you now. And I bought
the present you are going to give Mar-jorie."
"My present to Marjorie?"
"Yes, and the preseut you are going to
give the baby."
"But, my dear, I" -
"Oh, it is just lovely. You will see it on
Christmas eve. And I bought the present
you're going to give me, and"
"But, really Kathrine, I should like to
choose my own present to"
Oh, I know it is just what you would
have thought of, aud I saw a lovely thing
which I am going to get for Marjorie to
give you, out you'll have to give me the
money for it, de;r; I spent all I had. And
I want to get your present to sister Jessie,
Augustus said something right there,
but as he said it to himself it wouldn't be
fairlo repeat it. Exchange.
What She Expects.
It may not lie so, of course, but the idea
suggested itself that people got to writing
it "Xmas" because your best girl expects
you to invest an X in her Christmas pres
ent. Somervillo Journal. '
Thrilling; Raonloa of Father and Child
tbs Eve of the Coming Holiday.
Every one who knew "Little Texas"
agreed that sh was the moat amiable and
altogether the sweetest and most lovable
child to be found auy where.
A pretty child, too, was "Little Texas,"
with her wealth of golden curls, blue eyes
aud sunny features.
She was a child of the people.
No one ever seemed to know who her
parents were, nor what was her real name,
nor bow or where she lived. That she was
poor was evident, as she earned daily a pit
tance by selling flowers, mostly to the
occupants of oneot the large office build
ings on lower Broadway.
She bad a smile and a good word for
everybody, but was very reticent as to her
antecedents. Belle, she said, was her
name, and she lived, so she stated, with au
aunt somewhere under the big bridge.
But whether it was Belle Smith or Bella
Jones the child would never say.
"My aunt does not wish me to tell my
name," she would antvrer wheu ques
tioned on the subject.
Little Belle thenshe was only ten years
old visited the various offices in the bltf
Broadway building each morning, and tho
kiud hearted men bought her little bunches
of violets and roses, often paying many
times what they were worth, for little
Belle had such a sweet smile of thanks for
those who purchased her wares.
From day to day the child sold her flow
ers, and, although uaiiy questioueu, sua
would never reveal her full name nor say
where she lived It was finally aecepted
as a matter of course. Little Belle was a
In one of the large ofilces of the great
building one morning last week a mlddlo
aged man, with a full brown beard and
slouch hat, careless- nnd easy in his man
ners, but well dressed withal, sat discuss-
r general topics with a party of gentle
men there assembled.
"Yes," sa:d the stranger, "Christmas
comes but once a year, as you say, but that
just once too ftften lor me." At this
there was a general exclamation of sur
prise on the part of his auditors. The
"It is a sad story and one that had its
beginning on Christmas day six years ago.
I had one of the prettiest homes down iu
Texas then yon ever Bavv, My wife, she'3
dead now," he said with a sigh, "and the
swee'?st child, a little girl with golden
brown hair and blue eyes. Little Bells
was her name.
Wo had such a happy home too. And
that Christmas day. Ah, how well I re
member it now. The child had a nurse
whom sho used to call Auntio. Somehow
I never trusted that woman much. Well,
there's no use in going into particulars.
Little Belle and her nurse went out for a
walk on that Christmas morning. Neither
the woman nor tho child has been seen
since. JUy poor wire aieu it urouo uer
heart. And I, well I"
Want any flowers today, sirs?" came
from the voice of a little child who had just
entered the office.
"My God! AVhose child is that? What's
your name, girlr Who are you?" came
from the Texan iu excited tones.
Little Belle, the flower girl, for it was
she, stood irresolute for a moment, eying
the stranger suspiciously. Suddenly her
basket, dropped and the light of recogni
tion shone iu her eyes. "Why, you're my
papa," she said simply.
Tears streamed down the lexan's face as
he clasped the child in his arms.
"ThauKGodl" said he, "I have found her
at last, and so near Christmas too. This
is indeed a Christmas blessiugl"
Father and daughter left the office to
gether. It was afterward learned that
Belle's supposed aunt was the nurse who
had kidnaped her and brought her to this
city six years since. The men about the
big building heard of it, and as little Bella
had goue to her Texan home the day fol
lowing a purse was made up among them,
and one of their number with it purchased
a handsome silver cup, which is now on its
"Little Texas, from many friends. Merry
Christmas!" was the inscription on the
cup. New York Herald.
There are in this country a uni
formed nnd arniod company of men
numbering 32,000, , known as the
Pinkorlon detectives, kept and paid
for the express and determinate pur-
poso of quelling- strikes, riots, and
to protect corporations. The uniforms
ol this bedizened army cost $060, 000,
at the rate of $30 each. Their rifles
and revolvers $960,000 more at the
same ratio. Their average pay per
month is $10 each, which ennbles this
array to live fairly well on $1, i80, 000
for thirty days and $15,400,000 will
about supply thera annually
f 17.000. 000! Who pays out this
uionev? That is a soft nut 1o
crack. Knjjlish and American capi
talists have leagued together to op
press American workingmon, and
when they resent such encroachment
of capital such tyranny the Pinker
tons are on hand to settle the discus
sion with bullet and bayonet. The
people havo permitted alien owner
ship of land, und tho very money that
sutiDorts this army of detectives if
eround from the people by foreigners.
and American plutocrats are so allied
that the Pinkortons are applauded
every time they fasten the mouths of
those who are making "brick without
straw" when they cry "It is wrong.
is wrong!'1 The days of Pinkertono
and corporations and alien ownership
of land-holders ara fast going. The
fourth plank in the Alliance demands
will yet be fastened to our ship of
ptato. All lands now owned by aliens
and foreign syndicates and all land
now held by railroad and other ccr-
porations in excess as is actually used
and needed by them will be reclaimed
by the government and held for actual
settlers only. Spoed the day! Econo
PRICES LOWEB THAN THE LOWEST
When quality Is eoaslderea.
To make a choice from.
Come and be convinced that I mean busi
ness. Lour time, small proflU and rood
noraes may ne
IMFOUTERS AXO BKKEDIHS OP
Frencli GoacH . csy
Prize Winners ol '91.
F upon a visit to our barn you dn n-1 nnd
I our horses strictly first olas In every par
ticular, we will pay the expenses of tho trip,
livery horse t-uarcntoed a tlrat-clasa f al (tot
ter, will ply purchasers as Jboral terms as
soy other Arm in the buvneoi. Sim
liKKU STOItV, UanlluKH, Nel.
J. M. ROBINSON
KEtlESAW, ADAMS CO., NEB.
Breeder and ihto-
Iper of recorded Po
land China hoirs.
Choice breedl ag
. aivtocK tor sale.
(Wi Wrlla f..i- wanta.
HiMW Mentlou Aluaxci.
ri fjponniun Art Men
Is Offering His Entire Herd of
For Sale, Consisting of
Head of Aged Sows, Year
lings, Ones, Twos, Threes1
All have proven good breeders. These
'Kiore now bcinir bred for MHrch Utters
firm three first clars Hoars Champion Duko
IffiU. la a irrat-.ilion of boiiRfellowr nix 15; he is
anit elans aog in every particular, win
wclnh now Ih I reedlnir service tWU pisiinda.
Also 8wnllon' llfst Sfi2IWi be is also a irrand
tmir, weigh 5MI pounds rr over. Alxo Re
ciprocity, sired Ity Keilpse 2."I4I, bred by II.
N.jueoiey. inese sows can i oe nupucaiea
anywhere for the money ittakesto buy them.
I win ani) sen unampion iiuae ana ntrunous
Bint 2o2fl on order Bnd ship alter January 1,
18H3, or as soon as the sows prove sate in far
row. I have also some young hoars tsat will
wnlirh from Tft to 2)111 nounds each. A! no a few
selts of late inters. Write for what you
want. All correspondence promptly an
swered. Add rem
8. T. JAMES, nreenwofid. Men.
Keferonoo Kiret National liana-, Greenwood
A Pointer for Poultry.
We're still among the living!"
Two pullets cried
Who had not died
In slnushtcr for Thanksgiving.
"It 6trikes me you're
Said a ben who heard their fun.
"Preserve your boast
Until the roast
For Christmas dinner's done."
al a Bargain.
S. T. JAMES, Prop'r,
Tfnporter apd Dfeeder
lama' lloreea were " In It " t the frre&t Kansas and Nebraska state fairs f tt.
HIS CLYDES, Ml I RES A5D PERtHEBOSS
Were Winners of 61 Prizes Mostly lsts.
lams Is the ONLY Importer in Nebrask that ImDorted his PercheroM treat Franc is.
18U1 ana the lartrest importer oiuiyaes m iwi. iney amvea
September 1891. All Blacks-.- -
Grey Horses $300.00 Less Than Solid Colors.
Hi Pcrcheron mare won Grand Sweepstakes prize at Kansas state fair la 1891 otbt
the (rreat Paris winner " Rosa Bonhuer," and 1st prize at neb. state lair,
lama Guarantees 3o show you the lartrest collection of first -claw Mfl
Flashy Draft Horses of the various breeds, of the best individual merit and Royal brassflaav
a to 6 years old looo to 2:200 weigh; and at Alliance Prices and Terms,
or cheaper than any live importer or pay your fare to sea them.
Special Frloes to Alliance Go's.
It C fin Saved by buying- of Isms. He does not want the earth and It feneed. for prat.
www tiood asaranteea every aorso reeoraeaa-ooa terms. (nana Mas,
rt. Paul. Neb., is on the B. a; M. and U. P.Rr.
8U PsuU Nebraska,
English Shire Stallions and Mares.
To Intending purchasers of this breed I can show them as good a lot of young
stock from yearling up, as there is In the west.
Thoroughly Acclimated. Li3thlpim.it 1333.
Their breeding Is from the best strains of prise winning blood in England coupled
with superior individual merit. My imported mares are superior to any la the
west; thoy are all safoly in foal.
All My Stock Guaranteed; And all Recorded
And Imported by Myself.
If yeu want a Hackney Stallion, I have ai good as was ever imported. Cobm
and sue what I have g?t, and if I cannot show you as good stock as any man
will pay your expenses, l'ricns as low as the lowest. u-mo
WALNUT 6R0YE HERD
L. BANKS WILSON,
One of the most Reliable and best known Importer and Brasslar
of Ilorsos In Amorlca. '
ONI 3CILI TflOK Diror,
a lrn aawrtmtnt Prrrhwma, BaaM
Shiie. Ita'sian, Knallxh Haoknay. Ftaach 0Tch
and Hiawiud BnxT, I bar tbs larfaat I
n.nt nf Kiirnnean firml. of any aiau la B
I bftndia none one racwiea mu ma
rly inrolal ana M to aoat
amainf an paairnina. aaa
my partner out and
wlshlnir to reduce
herd I will olfor
some very cboloe
sows bred to order
My your s stock Is
all sired by "Way Vn" (4141) and 'King- IU
val " (TOWl, and out of fplendld sows.
1 have some very snloot boar piss, lars-e
strorg- booed growthy fellows s-ood enouifu
to head any bodys herd, that I will sell cheap
Come aud see me or wrtto at once,
Z. S. BRANSON,
Two and one ;alf miles 8. W. of Waverly, Neb
Mention this paper. 26tf.
H. M. GITTINGS, Disco, Illinois,
Angus cattle of the
composed of Prinocss.
Favorite, Muyn ow e r,
Klnocb try Ilarouess,
etc. CholoeyouDK bulls
ready for aery io to rsale at prices within the
reach or all persons wanting- a "dehorucr."
write or come and see me. Mention this
Batdorf & Thomas have eggs for sale
From White & Brown Leghorns.
at $2.00 per 15. 27-4t
We have high scoreing prize winning stock.
BATDORF & THOMAS, 213 S.14 St. Omaha.Neb.
It Will Prevent Hog Cholera.
nntrnoclrovimi.tanii dn 1 tni warn or hoi
food, which. I think, ara tha mala rataou why
my bom-i hava alwari turn fiimnful UHdara.
Oom and irl.lt my antablirtaiasS-I an always
m. Tmltom will vinaao tolaiikona ta Bat ON
C.tj Farm ant I will drlva la for tkam,
A FZW DRATT MAI'S S TOM SAtl. L0HO TIM TO BZSPOKSIBLI FAJtCTL
XVZBT HOBS OTTABaXTIM A BBUDEX,
AND MUST BE AS REPRESENTED I IM SPECTION ALWAYS INVITE,
OF . . '
AN UNBROKEN RECORD NEVER BEFORE EQUALED,
1890. Lincoln, Topeka and Kansas City State Fairs.
20 prizes In 1890, includinir. three grand Sweepstakes 9vqt all breeds. SevM
prizes at Nebraska State fair 1891. Seven prises at Topeka, including gnuad
Sweepstakes over all breeds in 1891.
The Best Stud in tho West.
Intending purchasers will do well to visit us and inspect our stock. Pries
reasonable. Terms to suit. Every horse guaranteed as represented.
JOSEPH WATSON & Co , Importers,
i7-cm. Beatrice, CTebraslc&u
O. O. HEFNER,
Is the greatest, discovery of the age for
Horses, Cattle, Sheep, Hcgs and Poultry.
It is a natural remedy and preventative of
all diseases of the blood and digestive organs.
It acts freely on the liver and kidneys, tnds
to tone up the whom animal system and is a
sure preventative of hog eholera. lib., 2Mlb.
and 61b. boxes at 25c. 60o and Sl.tW respec
tively. Manufactured only by the
WESTERN STOCK FOOD Co., Bloomfield, la.
The Iowa Steam
The most practical, most
convenient, most eoonoml
cal, and in every way the
BEST STEAM FEUD COOK
KH MADE. A glance at
the oonstructien of It Is
enough to eonvlnee any
man that it Is far superior
tn anv other. For Art scrip-
tive ctroulsrs and prices apply to Martim
A MorrUsy Mf'g Ce Omaha, eb. 2Stt
The Caucasian: When tha farmers
and other wealth-producers began to
complain of tho low nnd falling prices
of the products or their labor and to
suspect that it wa9 due to a contracted
currency, tho money pnwer through
its subsidized papers began, and has
since been repeating', tho statement
that tho law of supply and domand
alone controlled prices. The time was
whon the farmer would swallow this,
but now ho is thinking for htmsolf
and knows that tho law of supply and
demand regulates prices only when
the volume of money in circulation U
controlled by tho same law.
Who Invented and
gave to the farmers the
art of dehorning their
la It any winder then that he has the only
afo and sure medicine to stop horn growth
on ealves. Send a stamp for a thousand tes
timonials in its favor. It makes no sore bead
and is always sure. Price. 75ets per bottle
rt paid, and enough for 75 calves.
Addreos. If. H. HAAFK, Chicago, IU.
PISTOLS 75 T. aicua UvHUd.ts. Claoloaatl.Otuo.
AH klB!f vheftpcr
IthM ltewhflfw. He- -fore
jtra buj, tod
ituop for IHimrfttcd
t'Mtiwtue to t
1WI Mftla Nlr,
ENGLISH SHIRE AND HACKNEY HORSES,
LINCOLN, : : : NEBRASKA.
I have on hand large, stylish,
heavy Loaed Shires with plenty of
quality and action, horsea which
have demonstrated their superiority
in the show yards.
My Hackneys are large, showy,
handsome animals, good individuals,
heavy bone and fine action, in fact
the coinino horse of their class. In order to make room for
A LARGE INPORTATION IN OCTOBER
T will rrixro r.rAQATif KnVPra PSr.AM.allv low nilCeS. YOU Call blV
X. IU . V '1 VUVUV wuj vw -w " J ' X J
on your own terms.
IMPORT MY OWN HORSES DIRECT
and can and will sell you good animals for less money than non
descript dealers, jobbers and peddlers.
EVERY HORSE GUARANTEED
A sura bweder and pedigree. No grade? handled.
VISITORS ALW A.YS WELCOME.
Come and see me and 41..
I WILL SAVE YOU MONEY.
My first importation for 1891 just received and I have some
grand animals. -
O. O. HEFNER.
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