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Loup City Northwestern GEO. E. BENSCHOTER, Ed. and Pub. LOUP CITY, • • NEBRASKA. The air ship continues to fee a bad thing for the constitution. St. Louis proposes to have a “de cent Midway." Then it wont be a Midway. An open winter will be worth sev eral pounds of concession in the fuel emergency. Gustave Dore’s “Hell” is to he staged. This seems to be getting pretty low down. The peanut trust has collapsed. Its projectors deny, however, that it was roasted to death. The Parisian professors are not In clined to treat the new comet with ordinary French comity. Denmark has ordered 128 field guns and 192 ammunition wagons; look out for a new world power. Society item: Mr. John Mitchell is preparing, after a very busy summer, to take a well-earned rest. If President Baer really cares to know how ho stands with his fellow citizens let him run for office. Prince Cupid, candidate for dele gate to congress in the Hawaiian is lands, is likely to get plucked. Consider what the world might have lost If “the man that ate the first oys ter" hadn’t happened to like it Twenty-five women will have racing stables at Saratoga next season. This Is worse than smoking cigarettes. The Missouri Valley Homeopathic association has solemnly resolved that kissing is uns&niiaty. So is mince pie. Isn’t Sir Thomas Lipton rather bold in hoping to take aw ay something that J. Pierpont Morgan doesn't want to ha vo? Bernhardt is going to act In Ger many. It is not that she loves “dear old Germany," but that she needs the money. “The effect of a woman’s costume is very perceptibly influenced by the way sho dresses her neck”—if she dresses it at ail. Susan B. Anthony has just acted as bridesmaid in Rochester. It is safe to say that the groom was on his good henavior. Showfa M&ha Vajariahvud’a is now in this country. The Baltimore Amer ican thinks he was christened by a hrakeman. Uncle Russell Sage steadfastly re fuses to confirm the Wall street ru mors that he is dead. This pains the bears very much. “To-morrow never comes," re marked the Observer of Events and Things, “but the day after the night before always does." A famous surgeon has closed the duodenum and attached the jejunum. YVe knew that would be accomplished fcy somebody, Eoraetime. The German government has con trived to obtain possession of all the plans of all the French submarine boats. Lay it on to Dreyfus! A man who knows says that a meer schaum pipe needs as much attention as a woman, which is probably one reason why there are so many bachel ors. Chicago ha3 advanced in art. The appropriateness of the figure of the angel Gabriel engraved upon the Judgment bonds of that city cannot he Questioned. Baba Promandand Bharati arrived at New York last week to spread the Y ais'anava religion. It would be a mean trick if somebody should steer Baba to Zion City. The gentleman who hurled a beef steak at the restaurant waiter from whom he had ordered roast beef un doubtedly meant to give the servitor a tip—that he had made an error. Chicago is still resenting the in sinuation that Grand Duke Boris’ se lection of a feminine slipper in that city as a drinking cup convicts him of an immoderate thirst.—Washing ton Star. A bulletin from the London tail ors says the stylishly dressed man now must have a small waist and padded hips. The man who is ex pected to cultivate this style already has padded brains. A woman is suing in New York to recover $3,000 damages for the bite of a pet dog. Half of the sum is to remunerate her for an uncontrollable tickling sensation. There are those who would be tickled to death to get $1,500. Sir Henry Irving has a new solu tion for the “deserted” village prob lem. Ho proposes to abolish “high kicking” In the theaters. So that is why we are becoming overcentralized. Down with high kicking and restore the equilibrium! ♦-♦♦ *---<, THE OLD HERB GATHERER. v y* Stiff-jointed. wrlnkleA old and wan. Once fair perhaps; ah. ine, who knows! Gliding graceful aa a swan. Breaking hearts. Ah. me, who knows! Iler husband died long years ago; Does she still movrn? Ah, me, who knows! Throe children—hendstones In a row— ♦ Has time stilled grief Ah, me, who ♦ knows! In summer, she roams o'er the hills. Light heart or heavy? Ah. who knowr! She gathers herbs to cure all Ills; Can aught cure heartache? Ah, who knows! I Do scent of lowers and song of birds Bring comfort to her? Ah. who knows! Silent and chary of her words— If depths are stirred. Ah, who knows! ▼ ■■ ■ ■■ ' ■■ ■ 1 "■ V Mrs. Hyssop's First Boarder. BY ALBERT J. KLINK. (Copyright, 1902, by Daily Story Pub. Co.) The Algonquin was not so preten tious a hostelry as its name might lead one to believe. It was a modest two storied affair, placed well back from tiie street, and presided over by a rather spacious example of the gentler sex, who lived simply and happily un der the pungent name of Mrs. f.rinl fred Hyssop. This estimable lady had been a widow now for two years, dur ing which time the Algonquin had been planted, had taken root, and branched into a cosy, comfortable boarding house. From its very incep tion the rooms were always taken, and the table always held its limit of satis fied eaters. Mrs. Hyssop was a model landlady in more senses than one. She was now sitting enthroned on the front veranda—enthroned, because no other word fits so aptly when she chooses to adorn the front veranda. “I do believe he’s taking up with both the girls," was her soliloquy, the "he” being the boarder who was the first one domiciled under her humble roof. “And I wonder which will get him? My, but it is exciting! Oh, here comes Fanny now.” Fanny looked worried as she came up the steps. She drew a chair up to Mrs. Hyssop and sat down. “Are you tired, Fanny?” the latter asked. “And did you meet with much success to-day?” Fanny’s success depended upon dis posing of gaudy fancywork made by her own nimble fingers, which, to judge from her work, numbered more than the allotted supply of thumbs. Fanny sighed. Mrs. Hyssop knew well what this meant. “It is hard, I know,” she sympa thized, “to get along in this world. Especially when one is alone,” she ended, casting a side glance at the perturbed Fanny. Mrs. Hyssop hoped this would tow Fanny into the matrimonial channel. And a prologue in this direction did sprout, for the girl sighed again, and said: “1 would lose hope altogether if it wasn't for—for-” Fanny's face went red. Then she said in a stage whisper: “For Mr. Barnston.” “Ah!” breathed Mrs. Hyssop, very much as if she had had a drink of some refreshing beverage. “You must have noticed," resumed Fanny, “that he has been attentive to me—quite attentive. As I have no mother, I thought all along that I would some day come to you, who have been so very kind to me, and confide in you and ask your advice. You know more about Mr. Barnston than I do. He told me he had been boarding here for two years.” “Yes, for two whole years,” put in Mrs. Hyssop. “Ever since 1 opened up.” “You must have had a rare chance to study him,” Fanny said. "You must know if he has any—any qualities that are not—not—good.” j Mrs. Hyssop sat more erect. She turned her head to one side pensively. Fanny now came to the point with almost superhuman abruptness, ask ing: "Do you think I ought to marry him, Mrs. Hyssop?” The suddenness with which the question came made the landlady wince. Then she beamed upon her fair boarder. “Yes,” she began, "Mr. Barnston has I oeen with me a long time. There have • i “■■ - — —ittr ---- • - ■' I Fanny looked worried as she came up the steps. been many chances to study him, and I have taken advantage of them. You haven’t known him so long as 1 have, and of course are not bo able to Judge. I appreciate very much your coming to me. And taking everything into consideration, and to make a long story short, I would advise you not to marry him under any circumstances.” A cyclone seemed to strike Fanny and her fancywork. for both went to pieces—Fanny on her chair, and the fancywork on the flcor at her feet. “Oh, Mrs. Hyssop!” she gasped. “I know what I am talking about, Fanny,” the landlady went on. “In this case no one than myself could give such intelligent advice." Mrs. Hyssop talked on. It was a way she had. She went into details, explained at almost marvelous length. And poor Fanny listened. Finally the landlady halted. Fanny "Mr. Horton, allow me to introduce you to my wife.’’ rose from her chair and gathered up her fancywork. "Well, what are you going to do about it?" Mrs. Hyssop asked. "I’m going to do my best to win Mr* Barnston.” “I hope you are not angry with me?" Mrs. Hyssop asked. “Oh, no, not in the least,” wa^ the reply. “I thank you very much for your advice.” Two days later Mrs. Hyssop was again sitting upon the front veranda. A frail creature in white, with a last year’s sdilor on and a music-roll in her lap, sat beside her. Both were gazing absently across the street. "I don't see how I shall get through the summer,” the frail creature said. "Almost all of my pupils have now gone to the country to stay for the summer. I must make a living some how.” “You poor dear,” solaced the feeling widow. “No one knows that better than I do. When my dear husband died he left me almost destitute. But I thought at once of starting a board ing house, and the first thing I knew Mr. Barnston-” The frail creature suddenly raised her eyes. She was the other girl with whom Mr. Barnston wras "taking up,” as his landlady put it. "Mr. Barnston came, and before long I got more boarders than 1 could ac commodate,” ended Mrs. Hyssop. Again she had set the ball rolling Barnstonward, and again her hopes ro~,e, for the frail creature with the music roll at once plunged headlong into the subject of Mrs. Hyssop's first boarder. “Of course.” she said, “you must have noticed that Mr. Barnston has been paying attention to me of late. He seems to be very nice. He is al ways so gentlemanly." “He is indeed,” put in the landlady. “There have been times,” went on the girl, “when I felt as if I just must come to you for advice about Mr. Barnston. If any one could give it, I knew you could. Do you think he would make a good husband?” Having had experience, this time Mrs. Hyssop's calm was something to wonder at. ucoi x^uuibu, taut: i iccj deeply the honor you put upon me. Yes, I have studied Mr. Barnston very closely for the past two years. And of late I have noticed that he thinks very well of you. But Mr. Barnston is—is—well, Louise, dear, I wouldn’t marry him if I were you.” For a moment there was silence on the front veranda. Then Louise burst out: ‘‘I believe you are in league with that cat Fanny. I know you are, just because she gave you that doiley for your parlor table. I suppose if I had things to give to you, you’d say it waB all right for me to marry Mr. liarnston. I won’t ask you to tell me what you have against him, because you’d make up things. But you just bet Fanny'll nave a hard race to win. I From now- on I am going to do my utmost to cut her out." • • • The greatest day in tho Algonquin’s history dawned bright and clear. “Just a perfect wedding day,” came from all sides. From early morning there was con stant bustling. Everybody was will ing and did lend a helping hand. The boarders could hardly await the com ing event. The wedding supper was to be a most sumptuous culmination. By noon the house began to take on its decorations. The boaidcrs who came for their midday meal were loud In their praises of the excellent taste manifested. And when evening at last came and they began to assemble in the parlor, there was a veritable buzz of talk about things in general. Finally the guests had been ushered in, ail but one, and that one would not witness the ceremoney. In an upper room she sat alone at an open win dow, with a handkerchief to her eyes, weeping. She could hear the minis ter’s voice as he made them man and wife. I^ater, when she heard the hi larity below, she knew that it was all over. But she still sat at the win dow. She saw the carriage drive up and halt at the stepping-stone. She heard loud talking out on the side walk. She saw figures scurrying back and forth. Then she heard a chorus of shouts. A moment later the sound of rice thrown against the carriage, more shouting, and then the sharp bang to of the carriage door. Afters ward the patter of horses’ feet, and the sound ol’ wheels on the cobble stones. Then more shouting. Within the vehicle sat two very hap py beings. The ride to the station was short, and when they entered their train Mr. Barnston was surprised to see, seated at the other end of the car, a former chum of his. Barnston and his bride had hardly got comfortably seated when his friend left his seat to go to the smok er. As ho came abreast of the newly wedded couple he recognized Barnston and halted: "Jove, but ! am glad to see you.” Barnston Laid, raising and taking his friend by the hand, “Mr. Horton, allow me to introduce you to my wife, for merly Mrs. Winifred Hyssop, cf the Al gonquin.” A Mormon Family Reunion. A Salt Lake City correspondent sends us a clipping from a Mormon newspaper describing the family re union of Grandfather Merrill. This prolific gentleman, an apostle of,the Mormon church, is the father of forty living children, and his living grand children number 12C. Nearly all of these honored the occasion with their presence. The newspaper correspond ent delicately suggests the harmonious relations which subsist among the var ious wives of the patrtiarch. "From the many expressions of love and es teem it was evident the kindliest and best of feeling exist in the hearts of all members of the family. Many tears of joy were shed when the different mothers narrated the experiences of the early days.” Incidentally one is reminded by this story of the strange fact, substantiated by all observers, that the Mormon women, who have suffered the most from polygamy, and gained the least advantage, are the most fanatical and incurable adher ents of this abominable doctrine.— Chicago Standard. Illustrating the Point. “You see,” said the young man who was explaining the mimic war, ‘‘the attack is carried on the same as in actual warfare, except that tho mis siles are only technical. Now, sup pose that 1 am commanding a brigade and I should be charged by a regiment of the enemy-” “Technically?” asked the young woman. ‘ Certainly. And suppose they fired upon us-” ‘Technically?” repeated the young woman. "Yes; yes. And I should be en couraging my men to make a last stand-” "Technically?” "Of course. And I should get In range of the enemy’s fire, and should be shot through the brain-” "Oh,” interrupted the fair damsel, “I know that would have to be tech nically, too!” Reason for Child's Answer. Bishop Brewster of Connecticut tells this story illustrative of his wife’s cleverness. One day they vis ited a mission school, and In kindly catechising the children he asked: “Who is your neighbor?” A dead silence followed the ques tion. Finally one little girl raised her hand and made the most unexpected and amazing reply, "God.” On the way home the Bishop said to his wife: ‘‘Now, what do you suppose that child had in mind to give such an answer?” “I suppose,” replied Mrs. Brew-ster, “that she was following that rule of a great many older people, ‘when In doubt play trumps.’ ’’ was ix inaeea oux a ureami I dreamed that you kissed me. dear— Was It Indeed but a dream? To my heart you lay very near— And can so much happiness seem? In the rush of the night you cnme; My hair was stirred by your breath, And my blood would have leaped Into flame Had my sleep been the slumber of death. And when you had kissed me, love, A rose you laid on my mouth. Did you think I could traitorous prove? O one sweet flower of the South! I thought that your lips still clung As 1 drank in the rose's perfume; And a golden censer was swung. And a glory enfolded the room. —Charles Henry Webb. Insanity Ratio In Ohio. In Ohio one person in each 400 has been adjudged insane. Trade of South America. The trade of all South America is not equal to that we have with Canada. THE TIME TO RETIRE LIFE SHOULD NOT BE ALL A MONOTONOUS GRIND. Many Things of More Importance Than the Piling Up of Dollar*— Europeans Recognize There la a Time for Well-Earned Repose. Why do men toil on and on, long after they have attained a competency sufficient to maintain themselves and families In comfort and even to in dulge In those luxuries necessary to complete satisfaction? Who heap up riche3 to be a cause for dissension after their death, and of envy, Jeal ousy, and hypocrisy while they live? Why not, after having acquired such a competency, retire from business and leave the field to others who still need it? It is more real good to a man to give him a chance to earn his living than to bequeath wealth to him. There Is a need In the world of men yet in strength and vigor of mind and body who will devote themselves to cultaro and the refining arts, to the progress ar education and philanthropy. Men have little time to bestow on these subjects while engaged In hustling for their dollars. These things are im portant factors of life and cannot be brought near to the highest Ideals, without time and thought bestowed. The man who has been able to acquire a comfortable fortuno before old age will be possessed of certain sterling qualities needed in the pursuit of ethl «.t ^1.1_ Why should a man deprive himself of all enjoyment of society, of litera ture, of travel, or of some hobby dear to his heart, just for a weary round of monotonous work.' Many a man grown old and gray in work has scarcely taken time to become ac quainted with bis own family. Tho story told of the little girl who asked her mother who that man was who came there Sundays contains more of truth than of fiction. In many fami lies the father sees the little ones but a brief half hour at the evening meal time, or maybe only when asleep in their beds. They are not risen when he leaves the home for his place of business. A little less of hustle and a little more intimate knowledge of homo and family interests would tend more to the best welfare of all. While money is important, it is not the soli tary factor of our lives, nor is it the most important one. The welfare of the world in general would be better subserved if a man only knew when he was rich enough. The European in his own country usually knows when to retire from business and give himself to the en joyment of a well-earned competency while he is yet able physically and mentally to do so. The American alone knows no time to cease the strife, and he alone seems unable to acquire a leisurely repose.—Milwau kee Journal. PUT AN END TO THE STORM. Stage Father's Blindness Forgotten in Time of Stress. "Mechanical devices are now made wonderfully real on the stage,” said the old stock actor. “It hasn’t been so many years ago since even the simple device of depicting a snowstorm was regarded as an achievement. 1 re member on one occasion I was out with a ‘ten, twent, and thirt’ com pany, playing repertoire, and in one melodrama—I don’t even now recall the name, for it was a pirated play— I took the part of an old man whose daughter, the heroine, had been ab ducted. I was supposed to be blind, and my strong scene was the third act, when 1 went out into a snowstorm in search of my daughter. She was lying in a drift, and as I hobbled acroEs the stage I kept crying: ‘Me ehe-ild! where is me che-ild?’ Well, it was early in the season, and. tho play was the first attraction at that theater. The scene painters had been at work and had dropped several paint brushes, hammers, and other articles Into the sheet that held the snow storm. As the stage hands in the flies shook the sheets to make the snow come out a couple of hammers rame down and just missed me by an Inch. I was blind, and didn’t dare to look up, but when a monkey wrench Just graze 1 my temple I had presence at mind enough to yell: ‘See yonder moon! The storm is over!’ The stage hands took their cue and let up on me, and the audience never stopped to question how a blind man could see Konder moon.”—Philadelphia Record. -| THE LORD GAVE HIM BOTH. _ i New Story of Patrick Henry’s Im mortal Oration. Three Philadelphians who wero traveling in the south a few years ago visited Richmond, Va., among other places, and, asking as to the use and purpose of this or that building, were told in every case that it was s tobacco factory. An aged negro gave them the greater part of the informa tion in one neighborhood; and they, finally tiring of the monotony of the reply, pointed to a white frame build ing on a hill and asked whose tobacco factory it was. The old fellow peered very steadily at the building and then replied: “Dat, sah, am no fact-ry. Dat am S’n John’s ’Piscopal church, where Marse Patrick Henry done get up an ax de Lawd to gib him liberty or give him deaf.’ ’ “Well, uncle,” asked one of the trio, “which did the Lord give him?” ” ’Pears to me, yo’ must, ’ndecd, be be strangers hareabouts!” he answer ed. “Else it strike* me, yo’ all know dat, In due time, de J.awd gabe Wars * Uenr# bufe.” ———1—I——^ ( "Dr. August Koenig's Hambur^^ Breast Tea,” writes Mr. F. Batsch, oM I Horieon. Wla., "enabled me to get rid ! o! an obstinate cough; we feel very grateful to the discoverer of this medi cine." Cogs Solemnly Burled. Two elaborately carved tombstones of white marble were recently placed over the graves of Naezan and Chlko San. Japanese spaniels that once were owned by Miss Daisy Belter. The dogs died In Washington In April and were later transferred to the homo of the Belters at Geneva. 111. There they were solemnly buried, Joseph loiter, brother of Miss Belter, reading verses from Moody’s hymns over the graves. While the family remained at Geneva the graves were covered daily with fresh flowers. The stones recently erected are costly affairs and show the highest skill of the stonecutter’s art. Austrian Emperor's Birthday. Emperor Francis Joseph recently cel ebrated his 72d birthday, and the oc casion was marked by festivities all over Austria. The emperor had spent the day quietly at his summer resi dence at Ischl in the company of his two daughters, with their husbands, and surrounded by bis grandchildren and great-grandchildren. The emperor pardoned all persons imprisoned in Austria for the crime of lese raajestet, numbering 210. A Wonderful Pill. Freedom, Mo., Nov. 3d.—A splendid remedy has recently been introduced in this neighborhood. It Is called Dodd's Kidney Pills and it ha3 cured Rheumatism right and left. On every hand may be heard stories of the re markable recoveries and from what has been stated already there seems to be no case of rheumatism that Dodd’s Kidney Pills will not cure. One of those who has already tested the virtue of Dodd's Kidney Pills is I^atie Anderson of this place, who says: “I can’t say enough for Dodd's Kid ney Pills. They have helped me so much. I suffered very severely with rheumatism. Five boxes cured me completely. They are certainly the most wonderful medicine I have ever UBOd.” Osage county abounds in Just such cases and if the good work keeps on there will soon be no rheumatism left in this part of the state. When a fat woman tries to be "cute’’ she should bo lodged In the funny-head house. Hives are a terrible torment to the little folks, amt to some olderones. Easily cured. Doan's Ointment never fail*, lu-taut re lief, permanent cure. At uny drug store, bo cants. Woman’s Enduring Charms. 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