Loup City Northwestern
GEO. E. SENSCHOTER, Ed. and Pub.
LOUP CITY, - - NEBRASKA.
Foiled again—a robber. And by the
usual Chicago girl.
Sir Thomas Llpton Is again after
the cup. He has the tea.
Is the prolongation of human life to
be In the hands of the salt trust here
after?
Fate couldn’t conceal San Francis
co’s labor mayor by naming him
Schmitz.
’Tis better to be stingy and have
money in the bank than to be broke
and have to borrow.
True, it costs more to live than It
used to, but It is worth something
to be alive these days.
Mr. Balfour wants to standardize
English education, but he is opposed
to standardizing his golf.
The fewef brains a man has the
more mouth he has and the greater
his propensity for using it.
Marconi says that his experiments
are giving complete satisfaction.
Then why is he so reticent?
Along comes the ax trust It will
be followed by the hammer trust.
Then what will the knockers do?
With a crop of more than 2,500,000,
COO bushels, it ought to be impossible
ihis year for any one to corner corn.
The automobile owner who doesn’t
believe in running over people finds
It hard to be a hero to his chauffeur.
Marie Corelli appears to be troubled
by an abnormal development of the
personal pronoun, first person singu
lar.
It is reported that King Leopold Is
going to get married again. The name
of the lucky music hall artist is not
given.
A Chicago woman asks for $30,000
damages for a broken heart. It must
have been smashed into a good many
pieces.
About the only man in this world
who always gets Just what’s coming
to him is the villain in the modern
melodrama.
A great battle is said to be going
on in Venezuela. A couple of men
will sometimes get together and put
pp a^stiff fight.
A new Mexican volcano has begun
operations in the state of Tobasco.
As if tobasco were not hot enough
without trimmings.
A Kentucky woman recently secur
ed divorces from two different men
in one day. Let us hope that she now
feels free and equal.
Mark Twain says joyfully that his
■wife is getting better daily—and he
has often remarked that she was the
best wife in the world.
It is the irony of fate that after pin
ing so long for a life of freedom Jim
Younger should so quickly find it in
tolerable when obtained.
Another Frenchman has been
scratched in a duel. The French duel
may yet become deadly. There is
always the possibility of blood poi
Boning.
The decision to hold the Olympic
games in St. Louis instead of in Chi
cago, which has talked so much about
them, must be a hard blow to the
Windy City.
Morocco should have sense enougt
to keep quiet. If she makes noise
enough to attract the attention of the
European powers one of them Is likelj
to gobble her.
Mascagni declares that he despise:
this country. The man is rash. Ha:
he never heard of that beautifu
axiom, “If at first you don't succeed
try, try again”?
The Baron Muenchhausen, who wen
into the marriage syndicate with i
view to capturing a $7,500,000 Ameri
can widow, appears to have got a nev
way of spelling his name.
A New York man who was out hunt
lng the other day mistook his brothe
for a deer and shot and killed him. I
'.s wonderful how many different thing
the human form looks like to a mai
with a gun.
Auto Runs Into a Ditch—Aut<
Strikes Elevated Post—Auto Turns :
Somersault. Judging by these head
lines from onf column of a New Yorl
paper, the life of the rich is not ec
tirely without excitement.
The spectacle of an automobllis
doing a term of six months in jail wil
doubtless be a welcome one to th
farmers of New York who have beei
dodging these vehicles all summer.
A young man in New York has wo:
a wife by his good cooking. Now, i
he is only a first class sweeper am
duster that will be a happy household
How long will it be before the peo
pie will flock in droves to the grea
comic opera hit, entitled 'The Mai
Mullah?” This idea is copyrighted.
•
The Garden Walk.
The Iris walk was all aglow
With stately beauties—row on row.
Pearly and lilac, white as snow,
Dusky and blue a* old sea's tide.
But the fairest flower was at my side!
Stepping between them, scarce had she
A look for that flushed galaxy.
But laughing went. The acacia tree.
Loaded, hung Just too low; her hair
Was powdered with loose petals there!
The trailing, flounced, and silken gown,
Heedless broke my carnations down;
She tore a rosespray, with a frown
Cast it away—"too deep a red
For her waist-ribbons,” so she said!
When I came back, the grass dew-wet.
The scent of sweet peas, mignonette.
Was all about me. I forget
The hour of coming, but I knew
Each petal of the rose she threw
There on the pathway. I could feel
With Its red heart, the crushing heel
Trampling out swift all beauty sweet,
Beneath such dainty, careless feet!
h____—
THE WOOING OF ANGELA
By E. H. LANCASTER
(Copyright, !«*, by Daily Story Publishing Compawy.)
“Neva hear how T'eophile come to
marry Angela? No? Daa one good
story. Yas.”
Old man Lizana took a long pull at
the Anisette, leaned back on the log,
clasped his knotted hands about his
knees and smiled meditatively at the
axes that rose and fell in the hollow.
Morton frowned. He did not want
to hear the story. Not that he doubt
ed it’s being “good.'’ Lizana was a
Frenchman. French to the heart. He
could tell a story, even a bad story,
and not lack for listeners.
Porquoi?
I don’t know. But, yes; it is this
way.
Your Frenchman can be a hog: say
things, do things, even write things
quite hoggish and altogether dreadful.
And yet people smile. Comment?
The hog is only a curl-tailed pig after
all, with his impudent nose in the air,
and his roguish eyj asquint. Ah, but
It is different with your Englishman.
When he plays the hog he must needs
eat carrion and roll in the mud—the
very vilest mud. A hog is a filthy
hrute, don’t you know? And whatever
he electa to do. be it bravery or brut
ishness, John English goes the whole
thing. Your American looks on and
laughs—if he is not too busy with his
money-making.
But this was not a bad story; any
girl could have heard it. Why should
Morton hold back from the tempting
treat?
w eu, mere were several reasons.
The story was hard on his host. This
was Theophile Lesseir’s chopping, and
It is hardly fair to laugh at a man be
hind his back while you drink his
Anisette. Rather, one should chop
logs into coal kiln lengths, as one is
expected to do, as those young fellows
down there in the hollow were doing.
Running races and guying one another
an to exertions truly strenuous. Giv
ing promise of a successful chopping.
“T'eophiie git hees wood all cot
dis time, sho,” grinned old men Li
zar.a. He slapped his leg, guffawed,
tipped the Anisette jug, and resumed
his story. Morton laid down in the
grass. He wanted to hear and he did
not want to make the old man mad?
Oui certainment. He was in love
with the old man’s daughter, the
pretty Camille. Old men with pretty
laughters are generally popular with
foung men—at least, it is so on Bayou
Des Arcadien.
"Et was dis way,” the old man be
Ean, “T’eophiie, he been cornin’ see
Angela long time, long time, yas. Evva
lince dey was chillun.”
Morton nodded. He knew’ well the
customs of the people he had elected
to live with. Their long wooings;
lheir early marriages and hard-work
ing, patient lives. Dumb, unrespon
sive, pathetic, with a strange note of
poetic joyousness running through the
whole.
Puzzling and foiling alike to psych
ologist and politician. “Sir,” said
the psychologst, “your Cajan will give
a lazy ha ha. where any other white
man would swear and then, sir, turn
around and fly into a perfect frenzy of
i rage at nothing.”
i “Sir,” responded the politician, who
! r \ wwMUtz&zkj-m
? "Das one good story, yas.”
i had once paid a ’Cajan’s poll tax In
order to get bis vote, and had not
gotten It. "Sir, If one of those pig
i headed, numbskulls gets an Idea into
f his head, nothing short of dynamite
1 will get it out. You may talk your
self as hoarse as a dry-weather frog,
while he sits there rolling cigarettes
. I and saying ‘Das-so, das-so, yas.’ I3y
Mthe great Lord Harry, sir, when you
I leave him ha is exactly where you
found him.”
Meanwhile, old man Lizana telling
the story of Theophile’s long wooing.
A pretty tale, all flecked over with
moonbeams and wild flowers. A story
too, of long, lonely rides through the
small hours w'hen th« boy, having sat
half the night on the steps with his
fawn-eyed sweetheart, made his way
to the distant logging camp. Riding
hard that his team might be the first
to role out at crack of dawn.
Old man Lizana sketched it all in
graphically, and Morton lay in the
grass, giving as much heed to the
song of the axes in the hollow as to
the slow, drawling voice at his elbow.
When the old fellow leaned forward
and spread out his toil-twisted fingers,
it would be time enough to listen.
Presently that time came. A knotty
“Goln’ marry dat girl? Goln’ die?”
forefinger slipped its interlacing fel
lows, and pointed southward.
• Angela's papa leve down yondah.
He fesh for de fact’ry. Mebbe he be
gone week, mebbe mont’. Neva know.
Eef he find plainte shrimp de first
day—” the heavy, stooped shoulders
came into play. “’Twas while he was
gone das Angela and T'eophile fall
out. I nevva hear what he do but
Angela git m-ad. Call heem polecat.
Den T’eophile he git mad, too. But
hees mad was diff’rent from Angela.
Girl git mad more quick dan boy, but
boy stay mad, das-so, yas. T’eophile,
he go down to de store and mek beeg
brag. Say he want nevva goin’ marry
des lay low. By-em-by here come
T’eophile, walkin’ mighty beeg and
whistle. Shake out hees sail and slide
off from de wharf, slow and quiet. Dey
want moch breeze. Eet was jes’ be
fore day and mos’ always eet’s mighte
steel Jes befo’ day. But T’eophile
keep sleepin' away, sleepin’ away, till
he get good piece out and old man
ain't showed op yit. Dere was his
boat all tied up and dere was T'eo
phile. Where was the old man? Jes
den a leetle skeef poke eets nose out
from under de wharf. I see a man’s
back an’ den de old man’s cap and
Angela. No. He goin’ sell hees horst
and buy boat. Den he goin’ way. Long
way, yas. Over to Louisiana. And
he did. ’Cajan don’ talk for nothin’
He sell hees horse and buy hees boat
—and jes ’bout dat time Angela’s papa
come home.
“Down to the store dey tell him
’bout beeg brag T’eophllo mek. How
he say he ain’t nevva goin’ marry An
gela, and how he goin’ start early next
mornin’ for I^oulslana.
“Old man didn’ say moch. No, das
’Cajan’s way when som’in’ goln’ hap
pen. But me, I know. Early next
mornin’ I go down on de wharf and
som’pin black on the las’ seat, and
den I know what’s goin’ happen.
“Sho, but dat skeef move, yas. Run
like scared deer. And T’eophile's
boat goin’ slow, more slow. De wind
almost dying out. Den T’eophile, ho
catch on. He git out hees oars and
begin to pull. Pull h-a-r-d. ’Twas
fonne, yas. Heem in dat beeg boat,
and das skeef runnin’ like scared deer.
Konnc? Yas. But it didn’t las’ long.
’Bout free minutes old man pull in
hees oars and stand op. Dey want no
more black t’ing on de las’ seat, but
dere was som’pin against de old man’s
shoulder and som’pin close to hees
cheek. And T’eophile’s Bail so steel it
couldn’ scare a fly. Beetle while
ev't’ing mighty quiet, den de old man's
voice come over de wat'—
“‘Goin’ marry dat girl? Coin' die?’
“T’eophile, he look at de eld man
over dat gun, lock at de sail, look all
round. Den ho pick up de line and
trow heem to At »ela's papa And
de next day he marry Angela!
“Down to do store, dey say T eo
pliile and Angela mek op. But ms, I
know how dey come mek op.” The old
fellow'B guffaw caught the attention of
the youngsters coming up from the
hollow In search of the Anisette jug.
“What's de fon, Pere Lizana?” they
shouted to him. Morton got up and
walked away. His mouth felt a little
dry. There might be something very
picturesque about this breach of prom
ise suit that was heard, tried and
decided all inside of three minute?
by an old man in a boat, while the
beautiful early light broke over the
' dreamy waters, but Morton’s soliloquy
took another turn.
“That’s the way with these cussed
1 ’Cajans. When their blood’B up they
' don't care that for the laws of God or
man. The women are beautiful and
obedient, the men peaceful as well
! fed steers if you don’t make them
1 mad. If you do—” Morton found his
| horse, mounted it and rode away. He
had decided not to stay for the dance
that would wind up the chopping.
Camille would be there? Yes, but
then, it was Camille’s papa who had
just been telling him that "one good
story.”
DESERVED TO SAVE HIS LIFE.
Unparalleled Fortitude Exhibited by
German Forester.
Fritz Werner was a German forest
er. One day a stag gored him fright
fully in the abdomen.
As the infuriated animal pulled
out his antlers, backed away and pre
pared for a second charge, the injur
ed man propped himself on an elbow
and fired just as the stag was closing
m on him. The animal fell dead and
the man fainted away.
When he recovered consciousness
he found that he could not attract at
tention by shouting. He realized that
he was out of the beaten paths and
that unless he dragged himself to a
frequented place he would surely die.
So he began dragging himself through
the forest in the direction of his em
ployer's house, three miles away.
He started on his journey at noon;
at 3 o’clock the next morning the oc
cupants of the house were aroused by.
the explosion of a gun nearby. In
vestigating they found the forester
in a dead faint, and nearly dead from
loss of blood, lying on the lawn. By
his side was a smoking gun.
When the injured man got so that
he could speak and tell his story, his
master asked him:
“But why did you drag that heavy
gun all the way?”
“I knew that I couldn’t shout when
I did reach an inhabitable place,” was
the reply, “so I brought it along to
attract attention. I didn't think of
it until I had crawled for half a mile,
then I crawled back and got it.”
Dangers of Life.
A beautiful ship Balled out of the bay.
Unconscious of reef or storm;
The sunbeams danced on the laughing
waves
That fondled her graceful form .
But the night came down, and the storm
burst forth.
And a hidden rock was there—
The fair ship struck on a treacherous
ledge.
And sank, mid a cry of despair!
A fair young girl with her Innocent
heart
Sailed out on the social sea;
A breath of flattery tilled each sail,
And life was an ecstasy.
A hidden reef, and the passion storm
Lurked cruelly there to ban—
She trusted love—and hr life was
wrecked
On the traitorous heart of man!
How fair she looks even lying here
With the city's nameless dead.
The golden hair o'er her waxen brow
' Like an angel's pinion spread.
O, mother, who waits for the dear one's
voice
That evermore is dumb!
God pity us all, for we know not how
Or when the end may come!
—P. S. Cassidy In the Washington Times
New Use for Bees.
Down on Long Island the farmers
have discovered that persons suffering
from rheumatism and sciatica can ob
tain relief by allowing honey bees to
sting the affected parts. This is a
very unpleasant process and entirely
unnecessary. The poison of the bee
sting is chiefly formic acid. This acid
is also found in stinging nettles, in
ants and some varieties of caterpil
lars. There is no difficulty iu prepar
ing formic acid, and it would seem
that physicians might find it advan
tageous to experiment with it as a
remedy for rheumatic troubles—either
in acid form or in formates. Certain
ly some means can be devised of in
troducing it into the circulation less
painful than allowing bees to sting a
rheumatic sufferer by wholesale.
Great Day for Tipplers.
John Massengale, a wealthy 60-year
old ranchman of Macon county, Mis
souri was married last week to the
widow of his cousin. He and his in
tended drove to a preacher’s house
in Macon, and were married as they
r.at in a buggy. Then the happy bride
groom called up his lawyer by tele
phone and told him to see that for
the remainder of the day no saloon- 1
keeper should accept money from his
customers. “It’s my treat,” said he.
“and you send tho bills to my ranch.”
Such a jamboree resulted as Macon
had never before seen, which was
probably tho bridegroom’s idea of a
fitting celebration.
The Vital Question.
It was during the heat of the great
campaign. The orator of the even
ing became eloquent as he reached
his peroration. “Men tho ’Steenth
Assembly District, are /tm husbands,
are you fathers are yo* jien? In a
word, arc you willing to sell your suf
f raff'8?”
“Now, that’s business,” cried a
rough voice from tho crowd “How
much will you pay for them?”
FALSE ASSUMPTIONS
THAT TARIFF HELPS TRUSTS TO
KEEP UP PRICES.
Increased Prosperity and the Greater
Consumption Arising from That
Cause Is Wholly Responsible for the
Advance in Prices.
There are two Democratic assump
tions, both false, upon which the bulk
of their campaign arguments arc
based. One of these assumptions is
that the prevailing high price of ar
ticles of all descriptions is due to the
action of the trusts, which have de
liberately advanced prices for the pur
pose of reaping extraordinary profits
from the necessities of the consumers.
The other assumption is that the
trusts have been able to advance
prices and to maintain them at a high
level through the protection which the
present tariff laws afford the Ameri
can manufacturer from foreign compe
tition.
If these assumptions were correct, it
would necessarily be found that the
advance in prices is confined to ar
ticles in the manufacture of which the
trusts were conspicuous, and in such
articles alone as were produced in the
United States and protected from com
petition in this market by the present
tariff laws.
i-eavirg euureiy iu omi Blue, ior me
present, consideration of the fact that
the most conspicuous advances in
price have been of farm products,
which are certainly not controlled by
any trust, It is found that the advance
in prices generally is nearly uniform
on all articles of general use, and this
without regard to whether they are of
natural growth or are manufactured,
or whether they are home products
or are imported from abroad.
In a recent bulletin of the Treasury
Department, on the “Movements of
Prices From 1840 to 1901,” can bo
found the wholesale prices for various
articles in common use. The follow
ing give some fluctuations in prices of
articles which are on the free list, and
the price of which is consequently un
affected by the tariff:
Coffee, Rio Standard. No. 7. per
pound, August. 1898 .80 06
Same. August. 1900 . 09%
Tea. choice Japan, per pound,
August, 1901 .18%
Same. August, 1902 .26
Quinine, sulphate, per ounce.
April, 1897 .15
Same, April, 1901 .32
Pepper, whole. Singapore, per
pound, July. 1*99 .10%
Same, July, 1901 .12%
Petroleum, refined. In cases, per
gallon. February, 1*98 . 0595
Same. February, 1900 .1110
Petroleum, crude (Pa.), per bar
rel, November, 1897 .65
Same, November, 1901 .1.30
Cotton (at New York), per lb.
October. 1698 .05 7-16
Same, October, 1900 .10%
Raw silk (from China), per
pound. January. 1893 . 3.50
Same, January. 1900 . 5.66
Sisal hemp (from Mexico), per
pound, April, 1897 .02 13-16
Same, April. 1902 .10%
Jute (from India), per pound,
March. 1S98 .01 13-16
Same, March, 1900 .03%
Tin. pig, per pound, March,
1897 .135
Same, March, 1900 .326
Rubber, Para, fine. new. per
pound. January. 1897 .80
Same, January, 1900 . 1.0S
Of all of the articles named the only
one which by any stretch of the’imagi
nation can be called a “trust product”
is refined kerosene. The price of re
fined kerosene, the trust product, it
will be seen, has advanced in almost
precisely the same ration as the price
of crude kerosene, which is sold by
the producer to the trust.
Of other products in thiB line, the
largest advances recorded are of trop
ical and semi-tropical products, Which
are not produced in the United States,
such, for example, as sisal hemp, jute
and raw silk. Tin shows a startling
advance in price, and yet tin is not
only on the free list, but is not pro
duced in the United States in appre
ciable quantities. The advance in the
price or tin piaie in mis country is
credited in Democratic arguments to
the machinations of the trust, aided
by the tariff. Yet the advance in the
price of tin plate is nothing like so
great In proportion as the advance in
bar tin, controlled by no trust anc
affected by no tariff.
Simple truth Is that the advance in
prices of all articles of common use,
home made or imported, of trust man
ufacture or made by the independent
concern, produced on the farm, or
made in the mill, protected or unpro
tected, can all be credited to one con
trolling cause, the increased consump
tion, due to the prosperous condition
of our people, which increased con
sumption has stimulated production
as well as advanced prices.
We can get rid of trusts and also of
high prices, by the Democratic expe
dient of killing ofT the tariff and clos
ing the factories, thus cutting off
wages and consumption together. We
know this can be done again because
It was done in 1893.—Seattle Post-In
telligencer.
AID AND COMFORT.
The Best Way Not to Help an Enemy
Is to Fight Him Hard.
When the American Economist re
fers to men line Gov. Cummins and
newspapers like tae Sioux City Jour
nal and the Des Moines Register and
Leader as “tarlfT busters" and other
opprobrious terms, it simply la giving
the free trade Democrats aid and
comfort. In Iowa we are all protec
tive tariff Republicans with differen
tiation of views as to schedule and
free lists; but we practice toleration
—and vote straight.—Burlington
Hawkcye.
Stop a bit and let us inquire fur
ther Into the question of giving aid
and comfort to free trade Democrats.
Is our friend of the Hawkeyc, who is
a rather lukewarm supporter of “the
Iowa Idea,” and who counseled wisely
end earnestly against the adoption of
that foollsa reference to a monopoly
r •hr.ltsrtny- tariff »n the Iowa platform,
j qtnte certain that in practicing tolera
tion it does not practice altogether
too much forbearance? Can the
Hawlceye conceive of a surer way to
give aid and comfort to protection
haters than to declare that the tariff
should be forthv ith revised down
ward because it tarnishes shelter to
monopolies? For that is what the
Iowa platform virtually does declare,
what it means if it means anything,
and that is what Gov. Cummins and
a group of “progressive" Republican
newspapers out la Iowa have specifi
cally and repeatedly declared. How
's that for aid and comfort to the
common enemy?
Was it not the obviously proper
thing, the plain duty of the American
Economist to protest against this flag
rant assault upon the principle and
policy of protection? Be kind enough
to bear in mind, please, that the
American Economist is first of all a
rroteetionist newspaper—much more
a protectionist than a Republican
newspaper, judged by the Iowa stand
ard of Republicanism. If from its
condemnation of the perverted pro
tectionism that characterizes the
Iowa Republican platform the ene
•ufos of protection can derive any aid
or comfort, then they are easily com
forted. We were under the impres
sion that the best way to fight is to
fight, and that when you hit hard and
strong you do not aid or comfort yo-i
enemy in any appreciable degree. WTo
remain of that opinion. We believs
that to show weakness or timidity
along the line of offense and defense
is the surest way to give aid and com
fort to the enemy. We believe, more
over, that persistence in this kind of
political tactics is morally certain to
bring defeat to the Republican party
and to insure the downfall of the
I olicy of protection to American
labor and industry. Believing this,
we oppose those who would give
away their vantage ground before a
Mow is struck and run to cover under
a “monopoly sheltering" plea of con
fession and avoidance. If to so hold*
gives aid and comfort to the enemy,
ihen we are helping the enemy ever?
time.—American Economist.
The Sower and the Seed.
WHAT DO THEY OFFER?
Democrats Can Make No Change Ex
cept for the Worse.
Under the blessings of protection
and sound money these things have
happened: The Dingley tariff has
given more work a^d more wages to
more men than any other act of legis
lation known to history; tho workers
earning those wages under that pro
tection have lived better than ever
before in their lives, and during the
last fiscal year put Into the savings
hanks $700,000,00 more than were de
posited during the year 1896, when
McKinley was elected. Official statis
tics show that upward of 25 per cent
more persons are employed under the
Dingley tariff than under the Wilson
tariff, and each of them is better paid
than the corresponding wage earner
under the Democratic regime.
oucn are tno tacts, and the ques
tion recurs: “What change does
Democracy purpose to make?” Are
we to return to the Wilson tariff? Are
tho duties that protect California
fruits, wines, sugars, oils, lumber,
wool, hops and raisins to be repealed?
is the law that assures the producer
and the laborer their pay in good gold
dollars to be repealed? Will Deraoc
tacy repeal tho alien contract labor
law enacted by Republican votes?
Will it abolish the department of
labor established by tho Republican
party? Will it set aside the Republi
can irrigation law enacted for the up
building of the arid West? Will it
enact legislation that will turn our
huge balance of trade against us in
stead of leaving it in our favor?
What change has Democrcy to
offer? What change does the people
ask? Republican policies carried out
by Republican statesmen have
brought prosperity to the great
masses of the people, and the opposi
tion cannot give even so much as t
promise of gain to follow any changs
ihey might make. The best advice U
the people is that given by Senatoj
Hanna: “Let well enough alone
stand pat.”—San Francisco Call.
He Would Surely Get Away.
The chairman cf tho New York
Republican convention said the man
who would destroy tho protective sys
tem in order to destroy the trusts
would pull his own house down to
catch a burglar. Yes. and the worst
thing about the whole game Is that
tho burglar would get away.—Mora
\lan Falls (N. C.) Yellow Jacket.
Not Practicable.
A commission to "take the tariff r*
out of polities” would be about a3
practicable as one to take fish out of
water and accustom them to live or
land.—New York World.