Loup City Northwestern GEO. E. BENSCHOTER, Ed. and Pub. LOUP CITY, - - NEBRASKA. Another eye has been ptit ont by a golf ball. To golf players: Mind your eye. The sultan of Turkey has written a book, they say, on hypocrisy. Expert testimony. There are any number of young men •who start out to get rich by buying lottery tickets. A volcano has broken out in the Mexican state of Tabasco. A hot time is anticipated. A lady of 40 has asked $75,000 for damaged affections. What would she have demanded at 20? The scent of the moth ball betrays the man who pretends his fail over coat is just from the tailor. Nearly every country town now has I la carnival queen, and she is gener ally all right if her picture tells the truth. The proposed United States of Eu rope might, be the means of driving William Waldorf Astor into exile again. Dr. Newell Dwight Hollis advocates devoting 30 minutes each day to laugh ter. *Ve’ll try It after we secure some hard coal. A Kirkville, Mo., fanner owns a mule that is 34 years old. How did he happen to let the British remount agents get past? The cable reports that the sultan has resolved to reduce his harem ex penses. Suppose the inmates form a union and strike? Over In Australia sheep are selling for a shilling a head. The Australians had better watch or the meat trust will bo getting after them. As betwixt a blushing bride chew ing spruce gum and a blushing brlde grcom chewing tobacco, give us the sweet boon of single blessedness. Nearly all of the new plays are first tried In Washington. It is figured that whatever a department clerk will stand for is good for a long run else where. *' t It appears that certain members of the South Omaha school board have been selling their votes for $8 apiece. That’s almost as slow’ as working for a living. The king of Siam has a very small svandlrg army, less than 12,000 men. When he wants to attract attention to something numerous he points to the royal harem. Prof. Howerth If Chicago, says no woman should allow a man to call her • his." Ho has reference to the cus tom existing before he entered his professional den. The National Household Economics convention should take note of the fact that a Chicago woman has just vanquished a thief by using a feather duster &s a weapon. It is still pretty hard to get grouchy old men who don’t like the boys their daughters have selected as future hus bands to agree that arbitration is a good thing in all cases. Complaint Is entered against the rec tor of an Episcopal church in New York that he sleeps too much. That is trenching upon the privileges of the parishioners in the pews. Austria is trying to legislate a set tlement of the language question, but to* a non-linguist It would seem that peace and the Polish tongue were pretty nearly incompatible. The Castellanes are having more trouble over their debts. Ah, why will these tradesmen who belong to the canaille insist on vulgarly trying to get what is coming to them? One of Ha.vti's revolutions has been taken aboard the United States cruiser Cincinnati and will be lauded on some other island. This may be good for Hayti, but what about the other is lands. A herd of from 40 to 50 buffaloes Is ranging in one of the most inacces sible regions of Colorado. We had missed some of the members of the order of late and didn't know where they were. This is the royal month for diseases that the patent medicines can cure and the cereal foods prevent. It is also the season when the doctors can devote their energies to the collec tion of old ac'-ourts. Mrs. Callaway of Ohio has discover ed a new way to get a new stove. She soaked a brick in gasolene instead o| oil, and applied the match. After that tier husband couldn't question the ne‘ eessity of partly refurnishing the kitchen. Application has been made by 150 Swiss bicyclists for permission to bring their wheels into the United States from Canada free of duty. Why rot? Numerous individuals with wheels are admitted to this country annually without charge. It Bile Cl II A. By JOHN R. MHSICK, Aathor ol Mr. Howard," “Th* Dark Stranger." •Charlie Allcndala'a Double," Etc. OoyyHgbt, tSfT, by Ro»*»t Bonma’i Son. All rlcbia raaarrad. CHAPTER XVIII. The Lost Found. While the stirring events just nar rated were transpiring in the grotto two men but a few miles below the valley were making their way along the trail made in the snow by old Ben Holton and the Indians. "Can you follow It, Glum?” asked the young man, who was Clarence Berry. "Yes, 1 kin follow it,” he answered. The two travelers followed the trail until they came to where a portion of the tracks led up the stream, and some went across the river. Here Glum Ralston called a halt. He stood looking at the foot-prints In the snow and shook his great shaggy old head like one In doubt. "Wall, I want t’ tell ye I'm a mite wool-gathered " the old man growled, as he gazed at the foot prints. “It's my opinion that we'll find the camp on the other side.” "I see a light!” exclaimed Clarence. Glum Ralston turned his eyes in the direction Indicated and said: "Yes; now I see it—now I don't.” "It seems moving about.” "There is some one in the valley.” They could not only see a light, but figures moving about, and Clar ence added: "Glum, let us go over there first.” "Well,” come on,” the old ex sailor grunted, and they started over the frozen river. When nearly across they discovered people running about in great excitement and loud cries, mingled with which was the shriek of a female voice. Then came the re port of a gun, followed by two or three more in quick succession. "Ho! Clarence, git a move on ye— there's a fight over there!’ cried Glum Ralston, and the two Increased their speed to a run. We will precede Clarence Berry and Glum Ralston to the little camp and explain the cause of excitement. When Lackland left to send rein forcements to kill or capture the old man from the mountain, whom he was quick to perceive was inimical to his interests, he little dreamed they would be coming to meet him. The old man of the mountains, or hermit, as we have known him, watch ed Lackland across the river, but did not Bee him meet Cummins. Know ing it would be some hours before he would return, ha did not consider haste necessary. "Wo will be gone, my dear child, before that man returns,” he said, in a kind, fatherly way, that won the heart of the girl. "What do you propose?” she asked ! eagerly. "Across this frozen river, the ice of w^ich will bear your weight, as I have tested it myself, we will find a deep, dark cavern. Now', we will cross ihe river and 1 leave you 1 there—” "Why leave me there? Why not take me on to Paul?” she asked. "Because you would be a hindrance to my rescuing him. No, no! You must consent to stay in the cavern or we will have to abandon the pro ject of rescuing Paul.'’ "I will—I will do anything.” They began the search for capsules, lozenges and buttons of compressed and dessieated food, which took up little space and the weight trifling in comparison to the original food. All tlii3 took time, and there came one delay after another, until hours had glided by before they were ready to depart. At last everything was ready. "Now, my dear child, we are ready to go. I hope you won't find this journey too much for your strength.' “Don’t consider that for a moment.’ "Hark! I hear footsteps approach lug . •‘Some one comes!” she gasped, turning deathly pale. The men approaching the house were Lackland, with Cummins, Allen, Padgett, and Ambrose. They had seiz ed pine knot torches and were creep ing stealthily toward the tent. The keen eye of the hermit had seen them and he hastily formed a little barri cade, behind which he crouched, a revolver In each hand. "Ho, there!” called the hermit cap tain. “Don't advance too near until you explain what your mission is!” “My mission is to get to my tent,” interposed Lackland. “Who are you who presumes to take our camp from us?” "Keep off!” One of the men behind Ned fired at j the old captain and the bullet grazed the top of his cap. "You got him!” shouted Ned. “We’ve got him this time!” and struck a blow at his head with his knotted stick. The stick fell on the sled runner and there came a blind ing flash, a stunning report from the door of the tent. Ned staggered back and fell to the earth. For a moment his companions were appalled. Tom Ambrose fired two shots at his cap tain. but the mutineer was excited at the death of hia companion, and aimed high. “The hour of vengeance has come!” an awful voice shouted from the tent, and another report shook the air, aud Tom Ambrose sank, a bullet in his brain. This unexpected resistance appalled aad unnerved Lackland and bis com i panlonn, who bent n hasty retreat to ward the river. They were nearly to tlie river bank when two men, leap ing from the Ice, ran toward them, crying: Hold! What does this mean? Lack land, you here?" "Clarence Berry! I’m undone!" Then, followed by his men, he ran up the stream, instead of across It. "Let us follow them,” said Clarence. "No, let's go to the tent. There's been bloodshed there!” They ran to the camp now deserted by the Indians and Esquimaux. Two men lay where they had fallen, the snow crimson with their blood. An old man came from the tent, holding a pale, trembling girl by the hand. Clarence snatched up a burning brand that had fallen from the hand of some fugutive, and at a glance cried: "Laura—Laura Kean!” His shout was drowned by a roar from Glum Ralston. "My captain, oh, my captain, found at last!” and in a moment those griz zled men. lost to each other a score of years, were clasped In each other's arms. CHAPTER XIX. Conclusion. The reuinon of the sea captain and the faithful sailor was mild compared to a reunion that quickly followed. Another party was coming across the ice. The long, Arctic night was spent and the opening door of dawn was filling all tho eastern Heavens with glory, when Paul, Kate, old Ben and their faithful canine friend sprang from the ice and hurried up the hill to the narrow valley, where the camp was. Paul led the party, with Kate close behind. The first object he recogniz ed was his faithful old friend, who had long mourned him as dead—Glum Ralston. The meeting can bo better imagined than described. He was told that Laura was inside with Clar ence and the long-lost captain, who was making desperate efforts to ex plain something which had befuddled everybody, and Paul tumbled head first Into the tent, the worst befuddled of any one, and embraced Laura and Clarence, and for several moments the only rational being in the party was the faithful unknown dog, who sat on his haunches and panted. It was fully an hour before every body inside and everybody outside were at all themselves. Paul after ward had a dim recollection of hearing a voice very much like Glum Ralston's roar: "Ain’t you Kate Willis, my Kate?” and then he heard a voice which sounded very much like Kate crying: “Ain’t you Jack Ralston, my sailor boy?” Then there was a collision, explo sion, and the liub-hub increased. At last, when all had time to re cover, Kate and Jack, as she still call ed him, entered the tent, she declaring she would never permit him to leave her again. Jack explaining that he was staying in Alaska In compliance with an order from his captain to the effect that he was to never leave until he returned. “And he has returned,” said Jack. “Ho has come back and is here now; and Kate, I am ready to go.” The man whom we have known as ftie hermit captain said: “My frieuds, this is the happiest day I ever knew. But one person more is necessary to make the reunion com plete, and my cup of happiness run over. I want to ask some questions, and then make some explanations. First, is your name Paul Miller?” “Yes, sir,” Paul answered. “Who was your father, and where is he?” “My father was Captain Joseph Mil ler, who was lost before I can remem ber in Alaska or some of the Islands of the Bering Sea.” “Do you know the name of the ship he last sailed in, and from what port?” “Mother told me he sailed from San Francisco in a sealing schooner call ed the Eleanor.” "Jack—Jack! Have you been with him all these months and not know this?” Glum Ralston leaped to his feet with a startled yell and cried: "Crack-lash! A Miller—son of my captain! Why, by the name of Nep tune, didn’t ye tell me yo had some other name'n Crack-lash?” Paul was dumbfounded. He had heard a hint that tne hermit was his father, but the old man had so stub bornly denied it that he had conclud ed if must be false. “Why did you deny I was j-our son when those men threatened to hang me?” Paul asked. “My boy, I knew it then as well as now, but to acknowledge you to be my son was to be your own doom. They’d a hung ye then for sure, or tortured us both.” “What was they goin’ to hang Crack-lash for? asked Jack Ralston. "Because 1 wouldn’t tell where I’d cached a fortune in gold I got from the Alaskan mines So long as they didn't know he was my son they could not force the secret from me that way.” “W«1I, cap'n, you played your part very tine, an’ now that we have out witted ’em, an’ all goin’ home soon, can you 9nd the place where the gold is cached?” "If I had a certain walrus hide 1 could. It Is the one my son took from the cave.” "I gave It to you. Glum.” "And l’vo got It safe at camp.” In the midst of their rejoicing Paul did not forget the poor wretch who was lying in the cavern mangled and torn by the dog. Clarence and two Indians went and brought Morris to the camp, where Kate carefully dressed his wounds. He was the only man living save Belcher, who had robbed Paul, and told them where the treasure could be found, also making a full confession of his crime, admit ting that Lackland had hired them to detain Paul in Alaska until he. Lack land, should win a certain lady’s hand and heart. The second day after the startling incidents narrated above the little camp was broken, all the dog sled3 secured and porters, packers and Esquimaux set out for the Klondyke. Providence favored them, for there was no snow fall during their march. At the Klondyke Ethel Berry gave them a reception In her shanty. Her amazement was unbounded to learn that Laura was in Alaska, and still, strangest of all, Paul had found a father wTho had been dead twenty years. Kate went.to Dawson City and established her laundry, though Tack tried hard to dissuade her. She said until she was Jack's wife she would support herself, and as there was no priest or parson on the Klondyke she saw no chance to marry until they left. Kate did a big business that win ter, and as soon as the spring of 1897 came and the pass was open our friends went to Juneau and took a ship for San Francisco. , Paul had not only recovered his gold, but much more, which he took out that winter, while his father re covered his gold. Jack Ralston was worth seventy-five thousand dollars, while Clarence Berry and his sweet, bravo little wife were rich several times over. It was several months before the real fate of Lackland and his compan ions was known. After their failure to abduct I.aura Kean the three men dared not return to the land of civili zation, but went to Sheep Camp. One morning, while the camp was still buried in sleep, there came a peculiar rumbling sound from the southwest side of the mountain, and, like an avalanche, the great glacier came rumbling, thundering down, burying tents and shanties and men beneath it. Some fled and a few escaped, but when the debris had cleared away several were missing. Buried deep under the landslide were Lackland, Cummins, Allen, Morris and Belcher. Some one had gone on to Fresno and broke the news to Mrs. Miller by degrees. She could at first hardly be lieve her son alive, and it was still more difficult to believe the husband, whom she had for twenty years thought dead alive. When she was told that she would see them that very day. she swooned for ojy. She was at the depot when the train came in and Captain Miller, shaven and shorn, and dressed in the garb of civilization, looking twenty years younger than when a wanderer in the Klondyke. stepped from the train to receive his fainting wife in his strong arms. There was a wedding—of course there was. No story would be com plete without a wedding, and in this there were two, for Jack Ralston would insist on being married to his faithful Kate on the same day Laura and Paul were wedded. Clarence and Ethel Berry, who contributed so much to bring about the happiness of their friends, were present, and declared they never en joyed but one other event more—; that was their own wedding, of course. As these young people are wealthy beyond their fondest dreams, as they have tasted the bitter cup of poverty, and take delight in making others happy, it is safe to predict that their millions will not be squandered in frivolity, but the world will be better by their having lived, toiled and Buf fered. May they live long to enjoy the golden riches taken from the treasure house of the Ice King on the Klon« dyke. The End. THOUGHT IT WAS PIGS. Young Girl’s Apt Description of Cham pion Snorer’s Efforts. Mr. J. has a great and growing rep utation for snoring—his intimate friends say be is in a class all by him self and cannot be matched. A few summers ago, while J. and his wife were on a driving trip, they stopped overnight at a hotel in Sulli van county, says the New York Trib une. The hotel was a frame building, the bedrooms were divided by thin beard partitions, and the accoustic properties were so good that any sound much louder than a whisper in one room conld be distinctly heard in the room adjoining. Shortly after J. and his wife were shown to their room another party, consisting of a mother and two young daughters, arrived and were put in the room adjoining that of the Js. That night, J., being very tired, slept soundly and—his wife says— nobly sustained his reputation as a sound producer. The next morning, while they were seated at breakfast, the new arrivals oi the night before were ushered into the diniug room and were given seats at the same table, opposite J. and his wife. 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