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THE NORTHWESTERN. BENS'CTIOTKR * GIHSON, Eel* and Pnbl LOUP CITY, • -NEB. g«_L__ ' _.■*—1 A man never knows how much he really loves a girl until she rejects him. A scolding wife would doubtless be successful as a railway engineer—Ehe is always on the rail. Eight years ago Slavation Army of ficers were forbidden by the authori ties to say “Hallelujah" in the streets of Berlin; today the army pieets night ly in twenty halls in the city. The school children of Jersey City were the principal contributors to the Galveston relief fund there. They gave about $1,100 in money, which Is $300 more than the mayor got from ull other sources; and they also came to school laden with wearing apparel, canned fruits and vegetables, which when arranged for transportation filled eight trucks. "Music has won more battles than gunpowder,” snld a great general. Certainly more flags have been taken by Sousa's band the past summer than by all our armies In the field. Near ly every city In Europe has presented Sousa with a civic banner, and hla so called “American” music has marched triumphant through camps usually half-hostile to the "States.” May such peaceful victories attend "The Stars and Stripes Forever!" A. R. Julian was a preacher at Chad rou, Neb., three years ago. In the es timation of his flock he was doing good work, but was unable to reach his own ideal of what a pastor should bo. Therefore he bought a newspaper, which he ran in vigorous, clean stylo for over two years. And now, feeling confident that his editorial experience haa left him better fitted for pulpit eering, he has sold his paper and will re-enter the ministry. Nothing has been heard of Princess Chlmay for a long time, but probably this is due to the fact that her do mestic troubles are now at an end, and that her husband has forgiven her for her indiscreet adventures with the Hungarian gipsy Rigo. The prince and princess are now in Paris, and the last that was heard of the violinist ltlgo was to the effect that he was somewhere in Africa. Photographs of the princess are no longer on sale cither In Paris or Vienna, and big sums are consequently offered for the picture of her as she appeared on the Parisian variety stage. There may he much scientific and literary sympathy between nations •which are politically uncongenial. There Is a current medical proverb in Europe that when a thing Is veri fied on the banks of the Spree, as well as on the banks of the Seine, that is, when Berlin and Paris agree, there must be something In It. So much has been added to our knowl edge of the physical history of the race by study and experiments In France and Germany, that the proverb is worthy to be remembered when the political relations of the two coun tries are in question. Moreover, it is net best for the world to emphasize the fraternizings rather than the estrangements of the nations? A Swiss factory inspector reports that two years ago a company of workmen objected to an improved ventilating apparatus because it would breed rheumatism. This summer the saita laborers refused to go to an other building because it lacked that ventilating apparatus. Since these men seem to have learned a useful lesson, why not import them to America and distribute them about the country as church janitors? An Ohio minister recently had to stop his Bermon while two fainting women were carried out. An investigating stranger afterward discovered that the Janitor had nailed the new memorial windows so that they could not be opened, because his occasional substitute had a bad habit of trying to air the church! A terrible drama has just been en acted at Algalba, in Murcia, a mad prophetess as its central figure. She is a young peasant woman of 24. nam ed Teresa Guillen, who took to pro phecy and preaching several months Ago. ami after stirring up many dl.-or derly pilgrimages was locked up us a religious maniac. A fortnight ago she was allowed to return home, and once more crowds began to assemble, spell bound by the impassioned ecstasy of he rharanguca. She was preaching tie fore a large concourse* of people, when five gendarmes arrived to arrest her, Tho ignorant peasants, worked upon by the wild appeals of the sibyl, at tacked the police with fury, and in the fight which ensued, four gendarmes were mortally wounded, while sixteen persons In the crowd wen* *<>rton*ly hurt. The woman's father and broth* r were killed. The people of Kansas are to cele brate the fiftieth anniversary of the admlaaion of that state to the In Ion with an exposition to tie held at To |» It a, the capital nf the aisle In 11*04 A strong organisation has best* ft mod to perfect the plans A new silver medal la to be leased to all ranks uf all tke Itr(tints survive ac tively employed during the operation* In donth Arif a The medal will be at V* * . I 111 » Mi - .1 w !h an t center, having patron aavt blue lUlfN uf ltd. A\Y HALE SISTER # V C” ^ Cr By EL TO IN HARRIS «• ^ CHAPTER VII.—(Continued.) "1 uiank you. monsieur, for your of fer,” Mollie said gently at length, "but I must decline it. I am very sorry If you feel hurt, but when you leave here I hope you will soon forget it.” “Wbat, you refuse!” he exclaimed in credulously. “You will not accept my warning? You will be my enemy?" ”1 hope not, surely. But If you are my enemy I shall not be yours," she answered steudily, backing away, yet keeping an eye upon the glass doors. For a moment the young man stood gazing at her with more feeling in his face than she could have believed pos sible. Mollie little knew how pretty she looked, as she stood there in her white gown, with the soft dark night as a background, and the lights from the drawing room falling on her curly, ruffled head, nor the simple dignity of the grey eyes that regarded him so fearlessly. All at once hie expression changed, und grew black and fierce, distorted with evil thought. "So you decline,” he hissed In her uar. “You think you will marry that long-legged, curly-headed soldier! But disabuse your mind of that Idea. You will marry me, Henri Dubois. 1 swear it! Whether you love me or not, I will be your husband. Oh, you will soon be glad enough to escape from madame ma mere, and you can do It by me—only by me. Ah! how quiet you are! Du you hear?*’ “Yos, and so will every one else,” Mollie replied, standing very erect, and eyeing with haughty disdain his ex cited face. “I have listened to you patiently, but I decline to be threat ened or coerced. It may answer with some people —It never did with l L'Es irunge. ia‘l me pass. For a moment Henri paused irreso lute, glaring at her; then he gave way a step, and she was through the draw ing room and half way upstairs before he could realize that he hud been baf fled and refused by this girl of 19. He had thought to reduce her to submission, and at the first threat she. usually so gentle, had turned upon him fearlessly; and he, a coward by na ture, failed to recognize, what his mother dimly felt, that it was impos sible to cower a spirit that rose high er whenever danger threatened. As for Mol lie, she was angry and Indignant; yet, once in her room, she could not help laughing. "So I am to marry Henri, who will devote his life to making me happy!’’ she murmured, as she brushed her hair. "It will not be a money-making profession for him. I have an idea that once he had my wretched fortune he would turn his devotion to his own amusement." But from that night the life at Chalfont became almost unbearable. Madame openly espoused her son's cause, saying it was strange Mollie could refuse one so handsome and de voted, for whom other girls were sigh ing in vain. Slowly and steadily she tried to force her into the hated en gagement, implying that it would bo a great relief to her mind to have her married to so estimable a young man, the only one she could countenance for her; and well Mollie knew what , this latter remark meant—neither Mr. ! Anstruther nor any one else need ex pect her consent. As for Henri, he was worse than ever, following her everywhere, sullen or sentimental by turns, repeating his proposals when ever he had an opportunity; and the only friend she had in the house was her little half-sister, Kate. tor the e'-range child, * ver since the Eiuster eve when she had Down to Mollie for protection, had attached her self to her with a quiet persistence that was both amusing and touching. Every night she found her rolled up in cne corner of her lied asleep, or pretend ing to be, nnd the fear of losing this privilege made her try to cheek this Irritability that was part of her tem perament. and be more amenable to the sorely-tried governess. This much Mollie exacted, though she would never have had the heart to enforce It. for the little one's nerves were In a terribly strained -tute, anil Mollies ri. on seemed her haven of refuge There she felt safe there, dark or llitht. nothing could touch her, there she never had horrible dreams. Had ihlugH could not come ^ near Mollie, who w.i- si* sweet an I Day by day she followed he< about, at (list with -by defiance, at last with unconcealed affection and ,1 funny motherly a I. Hu te. and ere th< I foaea begun to bloom thei • wa* no crime so great in tier »>iu ,i* to hurt Mollie "What Is the Hotter' ask 1 Mottle [ one morning when die found her prancing about the lawn in a fury ! scolding like a young virago the s*r de»er who was mark u* out a tennis #>-ort "kli*sea say* she •* n't h tvs n ■ ssid hers *all ih* mm h- c •* i touch tng his tap tn>l lti> |rsiit in or d*r» 1 in* to mvih on. *' “It la my lawn. I * *1 allow It* lls baa no right ate i . a i l I shat | tall Aunt flat* a ," »h it uc.al, "But I would teach you to play,” Mollie said nuletly. It was no idle threat on Kate’s part, she knew. Her father’s will strictly enjoined that her wishes were to he in dulged, and madamo happened to be in a frightful temper that day. “Would you like it?” demandea Kate, stopping abruptly. "1 think It would be nice.” ‘‘You can go on. John,” she said Im periously to the man. “Anything Miss L’Bstrange desires is to be done.” It was the same in everything. Her little face would grow haggard with anxiety when Mollie drove with mad ume, and she had ho peace until site met her on the steps; while one morn ing, when Mollie awoke, she heard her murmuring away to herself, and a fur tive peep revealed the little maid sit ting up in her frilled nightgown, nurs ing her knees, her llaxen curls falling thickly round her shoulders. "She is so pretty; look at her long, curling lashes!” she was whispering In a tone of satisfaction. “Hut I should love her anyhow, for she la niy sister; she is my own Mollie, my very own Mollie!” "My own Mollie!” Just what her mother had always called her. Mollie knew better than to move or distimb the child, but from that moment she was never "my half-sister Kate” again, but the litfie sister her mother bad left to her, to be guarded and shielded by every means in her power, to le loved and taught all that Mollie, humble in her strength, could teach her, that together they might struggle along that narrow path which leads to eternal life. CHAPTER VIII. It was a hot August evening, and after Mollie had heard Kate's hymns and prayers—for which purpose she always went upstairs after dinner— she took a book and sat at the wide j open window in preference to return- ! ing to the drawing room. She often | did this now, for lately things had been j worse than ever, Henri more persist- ^ ent. At first Kate tos3ed about, rest- I less with the heat, but at length her regular breathing showed that she slept; and Mollie’s book dropped un- j heeded, as she sat watching the har vest lightning Hashing across the darkening sky. She was thinking of Reggie, who had been obliged to rejoin his regiment in Ireland months ago, without say ing good-by to her, though he had brought Joyce up to Chalfont to call for that purpose. Madame had never mentioned this. She only heard it from Joyce later, when it seemed too late to be angry, though she was very sorry. She had missed him dreadfully. Rev erton was not the same place some how when there was no chance during their walks and drives of seeing his tall, upright figure swinging along, but he used to send all sorts of messages through Joyce, He would come back, and, meantime, she devoted herself to Kate, who daily grew happier and more childlike. Mrs. Anstruther and Joyce did their best for her; but madame cut her off from every one, and lately they had been away, which was a great matter of regret, for it was something to feel their friendly presence near, though she was free to wander in the woods and fields with Kate in their absence. tne scent of a cigar, chairs being dragged along the pantiles below, and voices, made her lean further out of the window. Madame and Henri were evidently sitting there: How clearly their voices were borne upwards in the still air—little they guessed how plainly! Mollie would have moved away, feeling that she ought not to listen had she not caught a few words; then she leaned forward with ail her might. “Kate's money cannot he touched. 1 ] have got all I can -every farthing. 1 literally do not know where to turn for a penny." And tnadame's voice sound* cd harsh and weary. "You must mnrry the girl; her fortune will last you for a time. I can do nothing more yet.” "Hah! Marry the girl!" He mimick ed her angrily, "It Is easy to say. but •he will not have me Truly, me mere, I have a respect for her more than I I have felt for any woman before. When I I" h Into th>*< t>e ititlfiil eyes uf hers, 1 so young, so frank I want her as 1 j have » Mlted no one else Were she i my wife | could trust her absolutely, 1 would even try to be a good hus band '* Y‘U I « if '' m * I me said Jeal ously. “ fMre now you will upbraid me 1 f ir that'" he sneered “Hut she will : B of have me she adores that An- 1 •truiher. tl * y bite in Kng »h fashion i Y«»u may site up all of bend tug la le.U Mu| iw to our wilt unless you iwm get her away frost Heterton ('uiutt to Hurt ,, " I vann»t Tmi knov by yottr \ uncle's aid I *m otdtgid t*» ties at • Kathsi with hale OH, if I could only get away from the place get : awayl Aasd I ar tales tone a lib strange trembling Intensity that was almost a wall. “There, do not begin that!" he mut tered, with callous Impatience. "To continue from where we started, I must have money! You have large sums for both girls." "You have had most of It." she re torted. “As also that largo sum through your uncle's check." “Hush! we need not speak of that. You have been ever the best of moth ers, os also the handsomest." “Alt, Henri, my eon, you are my all!" she said. In a softened voice. "All I want is your love, and now you would cure more for this girl. Now. listen, you must marry her, for in that way 1 can assure your fortune. True, her fortune Is not so large as Kate's, but did anything happen to the child she would have all. Kate is very delicate. Any one can see that. And it would surprise no one if, after your marriage, she did not live long." There was a moment’s silence. The listener above started and clenched her hands. A match was struck. Henri was evidently lighting a fresh cigar. Then his high voice said lightly: Ah, ma belle mere, you are clover! 1 hat is certainly to be considered. I had thought of it also!" 1 hey had moved into the drawing room, and Mollie, white with wrath and dismay, crept quietly to the bed, and stood looking at the sleeping child. Poor little girl! Her whole life she had been made the center for the evil passions of others, and now a fresh danger threatened her. "Touch Kate!” thought Mollie, with beating heart, as she gently brushed the fair curls from the small thin face. 1 ouch her little sister! Not while she, Mollie, could project her. And she would rouse all Keverton; she would fight them by every means In her pow er, before this nervous, excitable child should suffer further. Then she re membered that she herself was Kate’s great safeguard, so long as she dlu not marry Henri. And she would die rather; for the child was madame's largest source of income, and would be cared for accordingly. But as she sat In the garden the fol lowing afternoon she felt sick at heart. How could these people be so wicked. I.ying back in an American chair, looking up into the great trees, she re flected sadly upon the terrible abuse ui xuuuf*y. People would do anything for it— scheme, lie, and cheat; and what did It come to in the end? for “They brought nothing into the wdrld, neither can they carry anything out.” She and Kate were very fond of this part of the garden. They spent all the hot afternoons there, and madame and Henri were out today, so it was very peaceful. Suddenly a bird in the bushes sang a few notes, then a very clear whistle followed; but it came from no bird's throat—it was a tune she knew well, but never expected to hear in the gar den at Chalfont, and she sat up eager ly and looked round. There was Reggie, who ought to have been a hundred miles away, standing a few yards off, clad in riding clothes, whip In hand, and a smile on his good-looking young face. “Well, what are you doing here?” she cried in amazement, with a decided access of color. "Why, your people are away! ” “Oh, yes; but I have Just run down about the horses, you see,” returned he glibly, coming quite close. "No; bother the horses. That Is not It at all. So you remember the old tune, Mollie?” “It would be funny if I did not. You never whistle anything else.” “But I never sang the words for you, did I? They go like this”—and in a clear mellow voice, Mr. Anstruth er softly trolled them out: “ 'Won’t you tell me, Mollie darling, That you love none else but me? For I love you, Mollie darling— You are all the world to ms.’ (To be continued.) Democracy of the press. The newspaper press is the most democratic institution on earth, says a New York writer. Wluiln the panes of a daily journal all classes come to gether on the same level. Payne Moore and Mrs. Astor are mentioned in the same column. William C. Whitney and Brown, the expressman, have their portraits published side by side. Toduel Sloane, the Jockey, and J. 1‘lerpont Morgan, the financier, di vide oodles of space. The convict in the penitentiary Is exhibited along side of the Christian minister of tb. Gospel. The bloodthirsty Boxer and j the peaceable peasant of Piedmont have their say In the same style of type. A Newport cotillon and a Texas lynching are equally displayed. The newspapers play no favorites AP knowledge is their forte, all news then capital stock The red hat of the car* dlnal is no redder to them than thl I red gore that is spilled in the roped j arena. The bluest blood of the revo- | lutlon is treated with no more resi>*©t ; than the blue nose of a Cap© Cud Ugh •rman, 4mrrlrdn I In I hin t. Ah • ri .in ini f« hml lu lion* hong spppiles the China '»•>- * with n. . , a • an 1 i c., t |,n•' • Hi* nan • i I t . in i' fiiig llsh records, but be and bta biisin*as n«i• rtbeK'ss are Aiuertc m vt iae»t ten him*** in Hawaii do a retnutiera tile Mislnvs* » 'll China, both stcort tag 'i. t iiii|M>rtlaf r%« Avon an Trading e uiipaay, whiih ustiail» p r« s*. a* J as a «*pan«*a bouse, *> Its agencies in China and d*««g a la.gi biOaes* with that laud lam Ai.gsos Times FAMOUS BY ACCIDENT. -UCKY CHANCE WHICH CAME TO NEIL BURGESS. wtadlne I July of 1'aroo Company ff»» 111 and Mr. Bargees Took Hit Fart, laiperNonatlng a Woman, and Made a lilt by Ilia Oddity. Few people who night after night at :he Park theater laugh at Neil Bur gess’ Abigail Prue know that but for an accident he never would have es sayed the character, and there never would have been a "County Fair" or i “Widow Iledott.’’ The accident happened in Provi dence, when a lady who did leading business in farces was taken ill and, to please the manager Neil Burgess played her part. Notwithstanding that he had a perfect horror of im personating a woman, he made a hit and from that time on was fated, sp he says, to play fcma'.e characters. Mr. Burgess Is on the shady Bide of GO and it was about 20 years ago that the public llrst discovered in him a toinedinn. The role which he attempt Kl in Providence was that of the con tent ioncl old maid. Taking his orders from the stage manager, who was ob liged to find a substitute for the lady here referred to ut a moment’s no tice, Neil Burgess donned female at tire, rushed on the stage and, tripping all over himself, attempted as best he could to conceal the fact that the dress was far too short. Not until he was before the footlights did it occur to him that he had forgotten every line of the text. In the spasmodic cudgel ing of his brain to recall something of the part, ho pressed his cheek with the tips of his fingers, simpered a lit tle and thus unconsciously struck a pose and an expression that, in Its suggestiveness of the elderly spins ter’s demonstrative timidity, tickled nis audience. That pose and expression was the key to Burgess’ fortune. The cue it gave he made the best of by attitudi nizing and dipping into the dialogue us much as he could, continuing the simpering and the gurgling until the house resounded with laughter and a hit had been made. Two or three nights later the actress recovered her health and took up her task, but the manager of tne theater summarily discharged her, claiming that she was a failure. The incident, meanwhile, had de termined burgess' future work. For a time he played female roles In farces. Then somebody wrote for him a play, and later he constructed his own “Vim,” but In neither had he made money. Then it was that still another chance proved lucky for him. Among the audience who saw him play "Vim” at a Toledo theater one night was a Jolly-faced man, who laughed with almost conspicuous vig or, and who, losing no time, secured an introduction to the actor. David R. Locke was that man. The brilliant and versatile Petroleum V. Nasby had some time before that made a comedy out of Mrs. Whicher’s “Widow Bedott's Papers,” and Bur gess came to him as a revelation. Out of their consultations came “The VVid ow Bedott,” christened just about 20 years ago in Providence. Nasby was a partner In the venture, and traveled with the company one season. That was a remarkable tour, too. Nasby was great on visiting newspaper of fices. Rarely, and then only by acci dent, did one of the craft escape him. Burgess, who was indiscreet enough to accompany him on some of these visits, relates that the great politico satirist invariably drew about him a crowd of listeners while he told stories and cracked Jokes, and Incidentally boomed the show. On each opening night he was duly called before the curtain, and he always made a funny speech of thanks. In fact, the tour was nearly a Nasby ovation, as ex pensive as it was flattering. Collection of Teapot*. A Chicago woman, Mrs. Helen Crit tenden Adams, is the possessor of more than 200 teapots. Mrs. Adams has been about eight years in collect ing this remarkable aggregation of tea receptacles and some of her posses sions are extremely valuable and unique, says the Pittsburg Dispatch. She bail a friend who had spent much time in the Orient and made a large collection of teapots during her resi dence there. This find Mrs. Adams to emulation. The teapots are collected from nil the four quarters of the globe and each one has an interesting history. This history their owner lias set down in a book, together with the date upon which the pot came iuto her posses sion, There are larger collections in the country, but few of them (Ntssesa as much historic value as do those of Mrs. Adams. |(m« k Hrlnga NhtiMrr*. At the monthly mi-tins of the Perk* County t Pennsylvania i Agricultural society. President James Mcttowan at tributed the excellent condition of the crops in the southern portion of H> ik« county to the heavy idsating that |» done at the Trapp* twit qtt tries, near Hampton. 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