Loup City Northwestern
GEO. E. BENSCHOTER, Ed. and Pub.
LOUP CITY, - - NEBRASKA.
A luxury, as soon as we got use4
to It, becomes a necessity.
Another plan to protect authors Is
afoot. How about the readers?
Even the new J30.000.000 sewing
machine trust will have its seamy
Bide.
Mount Pelee is giving fresh proof
every day of its great desire to be
uninhabited.
Women’s fall hats will be large.
Fortunately in this case size does not
affect the price.
If Emperor William wishes to keep
up with the procession he will have
to be operated on.
It would be a little queer if we hac
to appeal to the oil trust for protec
tion from the coal trust.
All that good fuel oil burning in
Texas and nothing to keep northern
people warm. Think of it!
Look not upon the big apple when it
Is red. Too oft it biteth like a ball
of yarn and tasteth like sawdust.
The American generals who were
given a vacation in Germany may
need five or six months to rest up.
It is becoming almost as dangerous
to ride in automobiles as to be in
front of them. This may bring re
form.
The Massachusetts Red Men want
the codfish as their totem. What
will the aristocracy have to say
about it?
Experiments at New York recently
with the latest airship are pronounced
highly successtul—only the blamed
thing wouldn’t fly.
We still Insist that the greatest of
ail American heroes is the taxpayer.
His is the sort of heroism that keeps
the government going.
S. Leszczynski and M. Grzegorz
kowna have been licensed to wed. It
should not be very hard for the lady
in this case to get used to her new
name.
A woman has just recovered her
sight after being blind for seven
years. Perhaps you believe that her
first inquiry was for the latest fashion
magazine.
“I work harder than any other man
ir the entire world,” said Buffalo Bill
the other day. We have always want
ed to know just who it is that works
the hardest.
A Virginia editor has been arrested
for smoking cigarettes. Virginia in
sists upon having her cigarettes
smoked elsewhere, which is natural
but not just
The Newport smart set says “sour
grapes" to Henry Watterson. But the
colonel seems hardly the man to want
to butt into a monkey dinner or a
poodle party.
Raw onions and whisky are the
prescription of a Mississippi doctor
for malaria. The prescription would
seem to involve solitude as an acces
sory treatment.
Being a prudent man and possess
ing some means, Mr. Rockefeller
doubtless had his home insured. We
do not anticipate that he will raise
the price of coal oil.
It appears that the Chinese were
addicted to profane swearing thou
sands of years ago. Modern civilize
tion, in fact, can hardly claim any
vice as peculiarly its own.
An English nobleman threatens to
kill himself and everybody else If a
Chicago girl does not marry him.
Now and then our English friends get
interested In something really worth
while.
Why doesn’t somebody invent a fly
ing machine to shoot along say 100
feet above tho earth, taking its power
>up through a trolley wire with a ring
on the end running free on an over
head wire?
A visitor to Houston, Tex., claims
that he slept in a saloon 15 minutes
and lost $160. Tais amounts to a little
over $10.60 a minute for his lodging.
He must have dreamed that he waa at
the Waldorf-Astoria.
The Kentucky Judge who enjoined
the McGovern-Corbett fight did bo on
the ground that it was to be a “real
fight.” From which it is seen that
the bench in Kentucky retains its
share of innocent credulity.
A Missouri farmer saw in a paper
an advertisement of a fire escape lot
$2. He sent the $2 and received a
copy of the New Testament. He in
dignantly claims that he was swindled.
Tom Sharkey announces that he has
quit the ring to please his parents.
The regularity of Tom’s lickings were
evidently mortifying to the old folks.
One of Brigham Young’s grandsons
le being held on a charge of murder.
It was hardly to have been expected
that they would all turn out well.
The Morning Summons.
When the mist is on the river, and the
haze is on the hills.
And the promise of the springtime all
the ample heaven fills;
When the shy things in tha wood-haunt*
and the hardy on the plains,
Catch up heart and feel a leaping life
through winter sluggish veins;
Then the summons of the morr.ing like
a bugle moves the blood,
Then the soul of man grows larger, like
a flower from the bud;
For the hope of high Endeavor is a cor
dial half divine.
And the banner cry of Onward calls the
laggards into line.
There is glamour of the moonlight when
the stars rain peace below.
Cut the stir and smell of morning Is a
better thing to know;
While the night is hushed and holden
and transpierced by dreamy song,
Lo, the dawn brings dew and fire and
the rapture of the strong!
—Richard Burton In the Atlantic.
BY FRANK H. SWEET.
Copyright, 1902, by Daily Story I’ub. Co.)
A group of Spanish officers were
standing in front of the mess quarters
at Bahia Honda. The;* had just come
in from Havana and on the morrow
were to start across the mountains
toward Cristobal on special service.
It had been a long, hard march, and
they were hugry and tired. In spite
of ail that was behind and of what
might be ahead, their one thought was
of the meal whose savory odors were
Issuing from the hastily Improvised
mess quarters. The sun was not yet
down, but the shadows of the date
palms lay thick about their feet.
They watched them listlessly, waiting
for the mess call, and then ready to
seek the low thatched building where
they were to sleep. From the shad
ows of the same date palms a group
of ragged, emaciated boj's watched
them keenly. They, too, were mindful
of the odors that came from the mess
quarters, for they snifTed eagerly, and
from time to time they whispered to
one another and pointed toward the
building or the officers. Presently a
boy of nine or ten, with keen, snap
ping black eyes, stole to a palm treo
that was but a few yards from where
the officers stood. In the shadow of
this he waited until his companions
had circled round to the shelter of a
clump of bamboos on the other side,
and very near to the entrance of the
mess quarters. There they paused, as
though for a signal.
And it was not long coming. With
a sudden wild whoop the boy with the
mapping eyes sprang forward Into
the very midst of the officers, swing
ing his arms and dancing about as
though he were mad. In an instant al
most, and before they bad recovered
from the surprise of the unexpected
onslaught ho had snatched a sword
from one of the scabbards and bound
ed away. At the same moment a cry
of consternation came from the mes3
quarters.
But the officers did not notice that.
They were too amazed, too angry at
the audacity of this ragamuffin, who
had stopped a few yards away and was
now brandishing the sword defiantly
In their very faces. With exclama
tions of anger they sprang forward to
a man, and the ragamuffin, Instead of
trying to escape, dodged this way and
that, under the outstretched arms af
one, behind another and almost be
tween the legs of a third, all the time
taunting them and daring them on.
He was like an eel that squirmed out
of their hands even after they caught
him; or a flea that was anywhere ex
cept where they thought it. Five
minutes passed in exasperating dodg
ing and doubling before they succeed
ed in dragging him back, struggling
and grinning to the mess quarters.
And it was not until afterward that
it occurred to them that he nad made
no real effort to escape.
As the excitement of the chase and
capture began to subside they noticed
e ' 1
J
/Snatched a sword from one of the
scabbards and bounded away,
for the first time that their mess cook
and his boy assistant were sliufilng
about wringing their hands.
“What are you doing here, Garcia?”
one of the officers demanded impa
tiently. "Go back and hurry up sup
per.”
But Garcia continued to wring his
bands.
"There is none,” he walled. “No
meats, no breads, no fruits. Oh,
senors! oh, senors! What shall we do?
Mo and my boy Jose were finishing a
beautiful supper—oh, so beautiful! —
and a horde of wild creatures rushed
in and threw flaw lata mi face and
tripped Jose, and when we recovered
there were no meats, no breads, no
fruits. Oh, senors! oh, sencrs!”
Two or three of the officers rushed
into the mess room. When they re
turned their faces were blank.
"Garcia's right," they said, "the
place is stripped as clean as though
visited by locusts.”
Then they stopped abruptly, as
though making a discovery, and
glanced at the captive. "You are re
sponsible for this," one of them de
clared.
The boy grinned. "SI, senor,” he
said composedly, "why not?"
“Let this be a lesson.
They stared at him and at each
other. Was the boy mad? If so, it
was a madness that must be punished.
"Shooting is too easy for a thing
like that," scowled the one who had
lost his sword. "It’s a case for hang
ing.”
"No; hanging’s too easy,” declared
another, gloomily. “You don’t know
how hungry I am. But there goes the
pursuit,” as they saw soldiers scat
tering among the palms. “Perhaps
the supper will be recaptured.”
The boy sniffed. “Five minutes’
start,” he grinned significantly. “A
thousand men couldn’t find the boys
now. They know hiding places your
soldiers never dreamed of.”
The officer in command looked at
him curiously.
"There is something behind this,”
he said thoughtfully. "You are old
enough to understand the conse
quences of such an act, and too wise
to throw away your life for a little
meat and a few loaves of bread.”
The boy’s eyes began to flash and
for the first time his face lost Its
grinning derision.
i nave risKeu my ate ror a atue
meat and a few loaves of bread,” he
declared quickly, ‘‘and I do understand
just what the consequences are. But
what Is life when my mother is sick
and starving, and when my sisters and
grandfather and grandmother are all
starving. I would risk it, and lose it,
too, a hundred times. The boys have
food enough now to last them a
month,” his voice ringing with exulta
tion. “You may kill me if you want
to. But you haven't soldiers enough
to get the food back. And it wasn’t
stolen, either. You have destroyed
our crops apd taken our cattle and
fruits, and they would pay for this a
thousand times over.”
He threw his head back and looked
squarely into their eyes.
"There is another thing I don't mind
telling you,” he went on sturdily; “my
father's away fighting, and I would be
away fighting too, if i were old
enough. As it is, we boys look after
the family.” Hore the grinning deri
sion returned to his face. "The horde
of ‘wild creatures' your cook tells
about were just my three brothers and
two of my cousins, the oldest only
thirteen. They’ll look after the fam
ily now, and when this food is gone,
they'll find some way to get more.
Now kill mo if you want to. I’m not
afraid.”
A curious expression had been com
ing into their eyes. Above all things
a soldier respects bravery,
"Come, gentlemen,” said the officer
in command gruffly, "we must settle
this at once. Camp will be broken
early, and there will be no time then.
The case is a flagrant one, and calls
for severe punishment. But I will
leave the sentence to you, Ue Guise,”
to the officer whose sword had been
taken; "as the most aggrieved of us;
the first vote belongs to you. What
punishment is adequate to the of
fense?”
The officer scowled. “I would con
demn him to perpetual banishment
from us,” hs answered harshly.
Ana you, Hourmont, to the officer
who had confessed he was hungry.
"De Guise Is too mild, too mild,”
this officer said, scowling also. "I
w’ould add that In addition to his sen
tence the condemned be made to carry
away a sack of flour as large as him
self—as large as a man can lift.”
“And you,” “and you,” to the other
officers.
“I consider the sentence Just, and
recommend It,” said one.
"And I,” “and I,” said others. “With
perhaps a little more added to the
burden,” finished the last judiciously,
"A prisoner of this kind should be
crushed.'
“Very well, gentlemen,” said the of
ficer in command, “you will see that
the sentence is carried out to the let
ter. And you,” turning severely to
the wondering boy, “let this be a les
son. Never do a thing unless you are
ready to do it with your whole heart.
If you had Bhown a white spot, I would
have had you shot.”
GRADY‘8 FEAST OF POSSUM.
Rival Ruined His Chance for the Col
ored Vote by a Mean Trick.
During a heated campaign in Geor
gia some years ago the late Henry F.
Grady was opposed by an editorial
associate, Captain Evan Howell. They
were warm personal friends, but on
the issue at stake were diametrical
ly opposed to each other. Recalling
that campaign. Representative Living
ston tells a funny story.
The result of the election depended
largely upon a certain ward in which
there w-as a very large negro popula
tion. Grady bethought himself of a
scheme to capture these colored vot
ers, and, securing a vast number of
possums, provided a great supper, at
which they could eat. It was a mas
ter stroke and How-ell knew nothing
of It until the night the supper oc
curred. Then he was at his wits' end
until an Inspiration came to him. He
sent for some of his negro supporters,
gave them instructions and waited for
the result.
An hour later while the colored
barbers were having a great feasting
time one of Howell's supporters cried
“Meow.” Another man repeated the
cry. A third man was apparently
taken sick and the fourth man ex
claimed: “Deed boys, I think we are
eating cats!” That broke up the sup
per and Grady never did quite con
vince the possum eaters that they had
been imposed upon.
Brought the Bishop’s Boots.
A humorous story Is related la con
nection with the visit of an English
bishop to a Virginia family. Every
body was directed to address the rev
erand bishop as “my lord,” and a man
servant about the place was especially
told off to attend him. The blshog
like every other Englishman, set his
boots outside his door when he went
to bed at night. His temporary body
servant was instructed to take them,
blacken them and return them before
their owner should be ready to put
them on in the morning. The boy
did as he was told. The bishop was
dressing when he knocked on the
door in the morning, with his care
fully taught response, “It’s the boy,
my lord, with your boots,” on the tip
of his tongue. The sound of the
bishop’s voice confused him.
“Who’s there?” the bishop called
oat.
The boy forgot his speech utterly.
“Who's there?” the bishop called
again.
"It’s the Lord, with your boots, my
boy,” said he.
Doing His Best.
It somehow seems little enough when you
say
That a fellow Is “doing his best."
It means that he tolls and he hopes day
by day
That Heaven will attend to the rest.
He Is jostled aside by the hurrying crowd,
Unsought by tne lonely; forgot by the
proud.
He earns what he gets, and no more Is
allowed
To the fellow who's “doing his best.”
But whenever a crisis arises, we look
To the man who Is doing his best.
The prince with his splendor, tho sage
with his book.
Full oft fall to answer the test.
And when there's a home or a country to
serve.
We turn to the man with the heart and
the nerve,
The man whom adversity's touch could
not swerve,
The man who kept doing his best.
—Washington Star.
Kis Best Investment.
‘‘When I knew old Hunks, years
ago,” raid the returned traveler, “he
hadn’t a soul above dollars and cents.
I find him now the best read man,
especially in history and the works of
the standard novelists, I ever met. 1
can’t understand the change in him.”
“The explanation is easy,” replied
the old citizen. “He lent $1,000 to a
man who wanted to start a high-class
circulating library. After a year or
two the man failed, leaving nothing
but the books as his assets. Old
Hunks had to take them for the debt,
ana as nobody wanted to buy a lot of
second-hand books, ho started in and
read all of them to get his money
back.”
King Edward’s Pull.
To the French people of Canada Sii
Wilfrid I.aurier is the greatest if not
the only great person living. Some
time ago a "habitant” arriving in the
city of Quebec met an old friend and
fell to talking politics. In the course
of conversation he happened to men
tion the name of Queen Victoria and
the friend informed him that the
Queen had been dead for a year.
“Dead!” exclaimed the countryman
"and who, then, rules in England?”
When it was explained to him thal
the Prince of Wales had succeeded tc
the throne he shook his head wisely.
“Mon Dieu!” he said, “but he njusl
have a pull with Laurier.”
WANTED TO GET EVgN.
Why 8enator Allison "Hart It In” for
Senator Beveridge.
Senator Beveridge was a hook agent
during his college clays and he never
tires of telling how he made it pos
sible for his parents to wear gold
rimmed spectacles and the younger
children to go to school because of his
success in forcing the people of In
diana to buy his books.
“It was a religious work,” said the
senator a few days ago to a number
of his colleagues in a restaurant, “and
it was called ‘Error s Chain.’ I be
lieve its object was to show that all
religions except tne Christian relig
ion have fallen when assaulted.
“I established headquarters in Des
Moines and when school opened up
that fall 1 do not believe there was a
family in the entire state of Iowa
that had not been given an oppor
tunity to secure a copy of ‘Error’s
Chain.’ ”
When Mr, Beveridge got thus far
in his story Senator Ailisoa interrupt
ed him and in his fatherly way
asked: “Beveridge, are you the per
son who is responsible for the circu
lation of ‘Error's Chain’ in Iowa?"
“I guess I will have to plead guilty,"
answered the Indiana man.
“Then just step out in the hall
where we won’t break any dishes. My
wife has been holding up that book
in my face for the last twenty years
and I have always vowed I would get
even witn the man who sold it to her."
TIGER WAS IRISH HIMSELF.
Natives of the Emerald Isle Meet
Under Strange Circumstances.
"No,” said the lion tamer to Patsy
Flannigan, “you can’t have a job to
loon after the animals, but our pet lion
died last week, and we've kept the
skin, so I'll give you $15 a week to
dress up as the lion.”
“Fifteen dollars!” echoed Flannigan.
“Good gracious, is there so much gold
in the worrld? Right, sorr!”
So Patsy dressed himself in the
lion's skin and lay down in the cage.
The menagerie doors were opened and
me periormance commenced.
“Ladies aud gentlemen,” said the
keeper, “to show the wonderful docil
ity of these animals we will now place
the lion in the cage with the tiger.”
“Man, are ye mad?” said Patsy.
“Think of me woife and children.”
"Get in,” replied the keeper, “or
I’ll run this pitchfork through you.’
PaPv thought he might as well die
one way as another, so he crawled
into the tiger's cage, and when he saw
the animal's big, ferocious eyes fixed
on him he uttered a doleful wail and
commenced praying in Irish. Tho
tiger walked over to him.
“What’s the matter wid ye?” said
he; “shure, man, ye needn't be afraid
—I’m Oirish meself.”
Receipt for "X-Raise.”
One of "Abe” Gruber's constituents
who had been out of a position for
some time came to him recently with
the request for a loan of $10, says the
New York Times.
“I have a job in sight,” he said,
"that I can land with the aid of a
ten-dollar note.”
He got the ten all right, and after
thanking the lender for that and past
favors, went out with a smile on his
face.
Bue he came back very soon wear
ing a look of deep dejection and want
ed another ten, saying:
“I was walking down the street
with the ten in my mouth, where I
had put it for safe keeping, and a
thinking of this job, when all of a
sudden I swallowed it.”
Mr. Gruber, reaching in his pocket,
handed the man a quarter and said:
"Here, go down stairs, buy some
ipecac, swallow it, and see if you
can't make the X raise.
A Dramatic Situation.
An unfortunate mishap recently be
fell a theatrical company touring in
Queensland.
They could only muster one frock
coat, which had to be used by the
doctor and the villain of the piece in
turn.
One night the manager borrowed a
pair of handcuffs from the local police
station. At the right dramatic moment
they were clicked oh the villain’s
wrists amid loud applause.
Imagine the dismay when it was
found that the key of the handcuffs
had been forgotten, and the one and
only frock coat was securely locked
on the villain.
The doctor, who was in waiting in
his shirt sleeves in the wings, had
no alternative, but to go on a3 he
was. He was equal to the situation,
however, and at once explained that
he had driven in his haste through
pelting rain and left his frock coal
outtide to be dried.
Pilgrims.
Who bides beneath a roof to day.
If he may set his foot abroad
Along the woodsy outland way.
Is little better than a clod!
There is no thing in all the land
That does not seem articulate:
The grasses smile, and understand
The vireo calling to his mate.
Tall pine-tops unto pine-tops breathe
In slghlngs murmurous as the sea;
And through the birchen copse beneath
There runs a Hutting harmony.
In the half-dusks of tangled green
The pale wild-rose's censer burns,
And in each hollow may be seen
The fragile laccries of the ferns.
While over all, for all to share,
Placid and pure and wide and high,
Mlst-winnowed by the searching air,
Broods motherly God’s open sky.
Then grip the oak-staff, ye who may
And set the pilgrim's foot abroad: i
Who. willing, bides within to-day
Is little better than a clod!
-Clinton Scollard lu Youth's Companion.
A GREAT SUFFERER FROM
RHEUMATISM.
Cured by 3t. Jacob* Oil.
Mr. E. G. Moore, of 7, Phillips'
Street, KIngsland:
"I was a great sufferer from Rheu
matism for many years, during which
time 1 tried many remedies, from
which I received but very little relief.
Being advised to use St. Jacobs Oil,
I did so, and am happy to say that
after a few applications I felt great
relief, and continuing its use I can
now say I am perfectly well. St.
Jacobs Oil is, in my opinion, a thing
which should be in every household.
What a blessing, and what hours of
suffering, pain and misery would
have been saved had Mr. Moore
adopted the wiser course and used
St. Jacobs Oil at first, instead of
wasting time and money on worthless
embrocations and nostrums with
which, unfortunately, the market is
flooded. The public should not lose
sight of the fact that St. Jacobs Oil
has conquered pain for more than fifty
years, and it isn’t going to stop doing
the same thing now or at any future
time.—Fifty years’ record of pain
conquering is a record to inspire con
fidence.
To Prohibit Bcse Ball.
The legislature of Mississippi will
probably be asked to consider a bill
to prohibit the game of baseball be
tween the 1st of September and the
close of the year. The reason given
for this is rather peculiar. It is said
that when the season for cotton pick
ing arrives the negroes become pro
foundly interested in baseball. In ono
little town the other day uine games
of baseball were in progress at one
time, thereby taking 1G2 men from
the cotton fields, without counting the
spectators. As the negroes keep their
ball teams organized the year round
in some of the cotton regions, it is
held that they can get enough of the
game in eight months of the year.
A Portable Street Light.
A portable street light of great il
luminating power is the device of the
Westminster county council for les
sening nccidents from London fogs. A
cylindrical tank eighteen inches in di
ameter and two feet high is charged
with twenty-five gallons of petroleum,
and compressed air forces vapor from
the oil into a standpipe provided with
a burner. On igniting, the torch flares
up eighteen inches to two feet, with
a power of 1,000 candles.
Violet Glass as Cancer Cure.
An expensive electrical apparatus
which is known as an actinollte has
just been placed in the New York
Flower hospital, said to be the first
complete instrument of the kind per
manently set up in an American hos
pital. By its operation it is hoped to
make a thorough test of the theory
that tho powerfully concentrated chem
ical, or actinic, rays of violet-colored
light possess distinctly curative prop
erties in cases of cancer and tuber
culosis. To the patient the operation
is an entirely painless one, and its
advocates claim for it that it has none
of the objectionable features that often
attend the application of the Roentgen
rays to sensitive portions of the hu
man body.
It is the man with an inexhaustible
supply of profanity who objects to
women using slang.
A supervisor* story.
Lock port, N. Y„ Oct. 6th.—Mr.
George P. Penfold, Supervisor Tor the
first ward of the city of Lorkport,
has written the following letter for
publication to the newspapers:
"It gives me great pleasure to rec
ommend Dotld's Kidney Pills as a
cure for Kidney Trouble.
"My kidneys troubled me more or
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physicians only gave me partial and
temporary relief.
“An old friend, knowing my trouble,
advised me to try Dodd's Kidney Pills
telling me at the same time howl
much they had helped him.
"I used altogether six boxes and
found a permanent cure.
"This was two years ago and I have
not since been troubled In any way
with pains in the back or any or the
many other distressing difficulties
arising from diseased kidneys.”
(Signed) George P. Penfold,
307 Church St., Lockport, N. Y.
The crank is a man who talks pho
tography when you want to talk old
china.
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’Ti*n’t safe to be a day without Dr.
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The boy belongs to the mother, but
the man belongs to the world or soma
other woman.
YEARS AGO
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