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SISTERS OF CHARITY Use Pe-ru-na for Coughs, Colds, Grip and Catarrh-A Congressman’s Letter. In every country of the civilized world Sisters of Charity are known. Not only do they minister to the spiritual and intellectual needs of the charges com mitted to their care, but they also minister to their bodily needs. With so many children to take care of and to protect from climate and disease, tltese wise and prudent Sisters have found Peruna a never failing safeguard. Ur. Hartman receives many letters from Catholic Sisters from all over the United States. A recommend recently received from a Catholic institution in Detroit, Mich., reads as follows: Dr. S. B. Hartman, Columbus, Ohio: Dear Slr:—‘ * T he young girl who used the Peruna was suffering from laryngi tis, and loss of voice. The result of the treatment was most satisfactory. She found great relief, and after further use of the medicine we hope to be able to say she is entirely cured.” —Sisters of Charity. The young girl was under the care of the Sisters of Charity and used Peruna for catarrh of the throat with good re sults as the above letter testifies. Send to The Peruna MedicineCo.. Co lumbus, Ohio, for a free book written bv Or. Hartman. The following letter is from Congress man Meekison, of Napoleon, Ohio: The Peruna Medicine Co.,Columbus, O. Gentlemen: "1 have used several, bottlesof Peruna and feel greatly benetitted there by from my ca tarrh of the head, and feel encour-, aged to believe* that its con-| tinued use will, fully eradicate a < David Meek I son. J disease ox thirty years standing. —David Meekison. Dr. Hartman, one of the best known physicians and surgeons in the United States, was the first man to formulate Peruna. It was through his genius and perseverance that it was introduced to the medical profession of this country. If you do not derive prompt and satis factory results from the use of Peruna write at once to Dr. Ilartman, giving a full statement of your case and he will l>e pleased to give you his valuable ad vice gratis. Address Dr. Hartman, President of The Hartman Sanitarium, Columbus, O. TRY MUSTANG LINIMENT THE GREATEST REMEDY FOR PILES A Winchester Take-Down Repeating Shotgun, with a strong shooting, full choked barrel, suitable for trap or duck shooting, and an extra interchangeable modified choke or cylinder bore barrel, forfield shoot ing, lists at only $42.00. Dealers sell them for less. Thi3 makes a serviceable all round gun within reach cf everybody’s pocket book. Winchester Shotguns outshoot and outlast the most expensive double barrel guns and are just as reliable besides. WINCHESTER REPEATING ARMS CO., - NEW HAVEN, CONN, Only one cent to pet posted on Talking Machines We ran furnish ou any machine or record made, ■nd lis your address on a i«>stal for anything iu the music lino We do the rest. COLLINS PIANO CO., Omaha. Neb. Let Us Send You ff R It' It' “A Test In Pronunciation " K ^ ^ AiT'd-di pi«M«ir>t and iomtnu t iv#» cnberia ii't <*nt. iw hr*t holiday gift*. are the irift*. Every home* should Lave a good Dictioiuiry. This year way im4 give some our a WEBSTER'S International Dictionary of ENGLISH, Biography, Geography, Fiction, etc. The One Great Standard Authority. Th«Sm Edition ha* 2o.0u0n*w word*. 2 JO I ftGtfiH fan'etm I ion*. New i*!«t**w through out. .*.l*o \\ elMter'w « olIttKirite 1100 pa am. U’Alillustnitiorts. 8i*> '*10* iiidint. " flrwt-.*!»*• in quality, Mx-ond-cUa* in «u«." iLI.rUTR »T» r» pAMt'llt.RTS A1MO V KKE G. 4 C. MERRIAM CD., Pubs., Springfield, Mass. W. N. U.—Omaha. No. 50—1902 .*» PISO’S CURE fOR CURES ifNERtALL ELSE FAILS, t Coogh Syrup. Tutus Good, i time. r dnigglits. The average man has a brother-in law in the insurance business. The way to succeed nowadays is to have had success first. OKLAHOMA FARMS We can aell you a firm that will product) greater crops, Increase In value Tauter than you cau get lu anv other parr of the li. H. Write for Hat. lir.M HI NT Krttl IlNUtr. A 'll t H O T. I I \/ Wanted SO.uOO pound* | WX |V Ca ■ V* of good rat bird* foi the holiday* Aia<> chicken*. duck* and gee*e Butter i.Ud Writ for t»trv and price* lilt " KKT 1*1 11% I*. KMab Uhril l%:u. Omaha, machine*. Prices fto’n $5 00 up. •toe< of records tu the west. Price* and Catalogue*. Wear# head«| . i r t e r * ror talking Largml Write fof NEBRASKA CYCLE CO. Cor. 15th tnd Harney. Omaha. — DREWS JUNIPER BITTERS netlrvo. All Dlatren. of ta« Stomach and Periods cl Dl.order. FLAVOR UNSURPASSED. Sold Ererjwhcre. CE.SCENT ClltUICAL COL Omaha. Neb. nDADCV NEW DISCOVERY: gtvee 1^11 vr 9 V quick relief and cam vorit Book of tectlmoalaU and 10 DAYS' treatment rut Dr.EH.OAXXM I MAI, Box A,Atlanta,Oa VITALITY OF THE SHARK. Nothing but the Shell of the Fleh Re* mained, but He le Still Swimming. On Sept. 16 last. on a ship about fifty miles from Brisbane, Australia, a huge shark about twelve feet In length was hooked on a line, which broke. A second time the big fish got on the line and escaped. Then a large shark hook with a chain was thrown out, and the ravenous brute grabbed it and was caught. All hands tugged the shark to the vessel's side. A huge hook of the anchor tackle was put through his jaw and one eye, and the fish was then hauled out of the water. One of the crew ripped the monster open from the head to the tail. The vital organs and entrails were thrown overboard and then both jaws were hacked out for the sake of securing the teeth. Nothing but the shell of the fish remained, and the shark was j lowered overboard. A rush was made ! to the side to see him sink, but tho company was astounded to see the j fish make off. First he swam about fifty yards away, returned to the steamer, then went off on another tack for about thirty yards, came back to the vessel and swam astern, and was still swimming when he was lost sight of. That the fish should swim away with the whole of his interior from head to tail and jaw and one eye gone simply raised the hair of ths pilots and crew, who had never seen or heard of the like before. THE PROMISE TO OBEY? Should It Remain a Part of the Mar riage Service? In ministerial circles there is a live ly agitation over the question whether the word "obey” in the marriage serv ice is not superfluous. The officiating clergyman at a marraige service repre sents not only the human law, but the spirit of the divine law. He is es pecially anxious net to require an ob ligation that will not be considered binding on the conscience of the party to a marriage to whom it applies. One clergyman has taken the ground that if the woman was required to promise to obey, the man should be subject to the same requirement. If this means anything, it means that the parties to a marriage should take turns in obey ing each other. When an issue arises both cannot command and both obey. The advocates of the elimination of the word “obey” from the marriage service plant themselves upon the im pregnable ground that a woman no more than a man should be asked to make a promise that in her heart or mind she did not intend to keep. The marriage is happy in which situations do not arise which justify a liberal construction of the promise to obey. As laws which cannot be enforced are the weak link in the chain of laws, care should be taken not to impose conditions of doubtful utility. Better not make a promise than make one and break it.—San Francisco Bulletin. A SERMON IN RHYME, If you have a friend worth loving:. Love him. Yes. and let him know That you love him ere life's evening Tinge his brow with sunset glow. Why should good words ne’er be said Of a friend till he Is dead? If you hear a song that thrills you. Sung by any child of song, Praise it. Do not let the singer Walt deserved praises long. Why should one that thrills your heart Lack the Joy you may impart? If you hear a prayer that moves you By its humble, pleading tone. Join It. Do not let the seeker Bow before his God alone. Why should not your brother share The strength of "two or three" In pray er? If you see the hot tears falling From a brother's weeping eyes. Stop them, and by kindly sharing Own your kinship with the skies. Why should anyone be glad When a brother's heart is sad? If a silvery laugh goes rippling Through the sunshine on his face. Share it. 'Tis the wise man's saying "For both grief and joy a place." There's health and goodness in the mlrtb In which an honest laugh has birth. If your work Is made more easy By friendly, helping hand, Say so. Speak out brave and truly Lre the darkness veils the land, Snould a brother workman dear Falter for a word of cheer? Scatter thus your seeds of kindness, All enriching as you go; Leave them. Trust the Harvest Giver, He will make each seed to grow, So, until its happy end. Your life shall never lack a friend. A Boston Kitten's Adventure. A wonderful story is told of a kitten that had fallen into one of the ven tilating flues in the wall of the large sub-treasury apartment in the post office building of Boston and had been incarcerated flye days without food j or water. The flue referred to is for ty feet in depth from the ceiling level i>t the apartment. Notice of the kit ten's misfortune was brought to Arch itect Bryant late on Saturday after noon. The cries of the kitten could bo faintly heard, and Mr. Bryant's first Impulse was to cut in through the marble casing of the apartment in which the flue was located; but a sug gestion being made that perhaps the prisoner, in its desjK-ratlon, might seize the end of a line weighted and of bulky shape at its lower end, this experiment was tried. Strange to sajr the Dearly starved creature almost instantly took fast hold with its claws, when it was very carefully and slowly drawn safely up the entire height of forty feet and safely delivered. No creature could he thinner than this | liberated little kitten, yet, with warm milk administered at Intervals, restor ation soon took place. Patience has a heart of Btone. SO NO. When the wind was tn the barley. And the birds sang, late and early. All the son** that lovers know. How we lingered tn the lane, Kissed and parted, kissed again. Parted laggard foot and alow! What a pretty world we knew Dressed In moonlight dreams and dew, Long ago, my first sweetheart. Long ago! i*wrr& »*<>. iuii^ When the wtod w»« op the river. Wher® th® Light* and shadows »hlw, And the afreet* were all aglow. Trt the gaudy. gas-Ht street We two parted, sweet, my sweet. And the crowd's went to and fro, And your veil was wet with tears Far the inevitable years Long agov my last sweetheart. Long ago' GRAY GUN-HORSES By LL 8. CANFIELD (Copyright, 1902, by Dally Story PubvCb>> ‘Gray gun-horses In the landau And the Sergeant is married to a—” —Kipling. Her name was Ethel Genevieve Wynne, but her friends had shortened It to “’Vieve." It seemed to suit her. She was of an exquisite sweet figure, full without fatness, slender without scragginess, and her hand and fore arm and her foot and the ankle above it might have served as models to any man used to putting his dreams into marble. Golden hair crowned her small, shapely head, blue eyes looked from under level brows, and her cheeks were the hue of the sun kissed side of the peach. Leroy Hen <’ryx Baw her and his heart and soul went out to her and were not in hfh keeping. He was a poet, young, ardent, hon est, gifted and poor. He looked at the world with fresh eyes and tnought himself rich because his wants were few; he could not con ceive of a gentleman, or gentlewoman who cared for money. His birth gave him entry to what are called our “upper” circles, though why “upper,” tince they do not contain more wit or manliness or kindliness or suavity t^an our other circles, no man can cay. His life story begin on the upper Hudson. There is a summering place there small enough and exclusive enough to warrant high prices and poor accommodations. Not more than a dozen guests were in the hotel when he reached it. In that kind of hos telry the fact that you have register ed at all is warrant of your social standing, and everybody knows every body else as a matter of course. That night Hendryx dreamed of Vieve's eyes; next morning he sailed with he; over a still reach of the river. She found it pleasant enough watching the light of worship In his dark eyes. He talked with a poet's tenderness and passion; she did not understand all that he said; she did not appreciate much of it; she was of the world and her mother was a schemer; they were not rich, and the girl was in the market as much as If she had stood naked upon a block in Stamboul to be knocked down to tte highest bidding Pasha; this had been drilled into her from her four teenth year; she accepted her destiny complacently; that destiny was to “make a good match.” She was vir tuous, or thought she was, and shal low. No one had ever told her that when she married a man for hit money she would sell herself, so she had not considered this view of it. She had plenty 01 clothes and was happy in a light way. She was only twenty and had time enough in which to marry well; meanwhile she wished to enjoy herself, and Hendry x was about the only eligible in Raven’s Nest hotel. The mother looked askance at the intimacy, but said nothing; she had learned in two sea sons to trust her daughter. It is an old and common story and hardly worth the telling. It happened yesterday; It happens to-day, it will happen to-morrow—the man, earnest and loyal, believing in himself and in her, the woman physically seduc tive, mentally barren, without deeps in Her nature, not consciously evil, but working evil. In a month’s time he asked her to marry him; not in the least intending acquiecence she answered “Yes.” Thereafter he walked on air and felt strong to achieve. There came moon light strolls and sailings, whisperings in shaded nooks, all of the sweet, nonsensical meetings and partings of a courtship and betrothal. He wrote Then came moonlight strolls. sonnets to her eyebrows and she read them, saw that they rhymed and put them away among milliners’ bills. Iiendryx does not deserve sympathy, because he was happy, and many men have walked the road he was walk ing. He took little thought of the future. He knew, not being a fool, that he could not support himself and a wife of Vieve's kind on $1,200 a year, but a magazine editor had ac cepted some verses with a kindly note. He saw fame and fortune ahead and had visions of life In a cot tage, all of the world shut out from it, only he and his pearl among wo* men within its walls. “Sweetheart,” he said to her once, “we will be poor for awhile, but only for awhile. You will not mind, will you?” “I eorrld go anywhere with you," she answered, “and endure anything. And eren If we axe poor we can live »rt New York and go to balls and the to raters, and come here in the sum mer or go to Newport.” He said nothing further then; he ■vas willing to drift. Mr. Isaac Potter ‘registered at Raven’s Nest. Ho was not of the ’upper circles” primarily. But had I-aned money to one of its members and brought letters of introduction f\ I ask you to be Mrs. Potter; name the day. I’ve got ten millions.” v'ith him. Mr. Isaac Potter was a re tired dealer in leathers by wholesale, fifty years old, fat, ugly, boastful and vulgar. He wore two chins and two watch chains; he fancied himself still voung and wished to break into ‘society.” He had been told that the easiest way in which to accomplish tnis burglary was to marry a woman of undoubted connections. He had no objection to this if the right woman could be found, and be was w illing to pay the price. He regarded it as a transaction in leather. Looking at Vieve and listening to her mother, he saw that she was the woman. When a mating of this kind is ar ranged in France there is a terrible amount of red tape. There is the girl’s dot, and the man's dot. and in terviews between the relatives and the services of lawyers and notaries, a vast amount of argument and nego tiation and what not, but we do things more swiftly in America. Isaac Pot ter was introduced to Ethel Gene vieve Wynne. At their first meeting he told her that he wa3 a bachelor, out of business, and how much money he had. Followed two weeks of drives and walks. He escorted her clumsily "ut faithfully, while Hendryx raged. Then he asked permission of the mother to propose ana got it, and the hardest struggie of that old woman's l*fe was to conceal her joy. He moved upon the girl in a businesslike way. "I’m not a youngster,” he said, glancing complacently down upon his stomach and vatch chains. "I’m old enough to know what I want and to pay for it. I want you, and I ask you to be Mrs. Potter; name the day. I've got ten millions; I made every dol lar of it myself; I don't have to tell you that anything in the world you wish for shall be yours. I can't write poetry,” ho added with a snarl, "and I wouldn’t if I could, but I can write checks, and that counts for more. I’m thinking.” The young woman was light, not strong morally or intellectually, but she was not vicious and possibly she may have had her girlish fancies; fan cies will spring in a girl's mind though they are choked by the grime of May fair. She looked at the red pursy elderly man who held her hand, shud dered and faintly tried to withdraw it. Then she went pale and looked down and said: “I—I—do you think I can make you happy?” “Sure of It,” Potter replied confi dently and slipped a ring on her finger. He pondered a moment, then went on: “There’s a young fellow around hero who seems sweet on you. I guess there's no harm in him, but I don't want him loafing around ray girl. Just tell him you’re mortgaged now, will you—tell him to take his clothes and go. Haw-haw!” "He’s not anything to me,” she faltered. “Yes. I’ll tell him.” Hendryx was not the man to make a scene. He looked at her steadily when she dismissed him. He had a sudden recognition of what she was, and it is possible that even then he felt a sense of escape and relief. He said only: “We have read Kipling together. We did not read 'The Sergeant’s Wed ding’ together, but doubtless you re member it. If not, read it again.” Then he went away. She did not remember it, and she did read it M*f*. »n<1 tile* rendln* added nothin# to her peace of ml mil That v. as a marriagw In St. Thoma# church. New York ctty, which fur nished the newspapers with mattar for two columns each. The bride waa 3 white statue of liveliness; the groom wore the air of a man who had just bought a hundred thousand hides at half their market value. When they entered the carriage to> drive to the train a messenger boy slipped through the crowd’ and handed1 her a telegram. It contained only the words "Gray gun-horses.” She let It fall into her lap and' looked out of the window with unseeing eyes. Pot ter picked It up and glanced at it. "What does the fool mean?” he asked. “These horses are bays.” She did not answer him. and In the freshness of her wedding gown she felt unclean. ALL OF ONE FAMILY*. Deacon Unable to Resist the Demand of the Tramp. While the Christian Endeavorera were In Boston recently holding their annual convention many Incidents oc curred provocative of mirth. Among, the stories told to them was one con cerning a peripatetic of the barefooted' variety and a farmer, who was also a church deacon. The deacon was taking lunch under his own vine and fig tree and unto him the peripatetic said; "Sir, I’m very hungry.” “Ton haven’t been shaved,” replied the deacon. “No. but I’m very hungry.” “You’re very dirty into the bar gain.” ”Yes, but I’m very hungry.” “Well, can you say the Lord'# prayer?” “No, I can’t.” “Will you say it for a piece of bread ?” "I will.” The deacon started hi with “Our Father,” at the same time cutting off a slice as he enunciated the words. The tramp repeated “Our Father,” then suddenly asked: “Did you say ‘Our Father?* M "Yes. ’Our Father.’ ” "Stop a moment,” continued the dirty man. "You mean your father and my father.” “I do,” answered the deacon. “Then we are brothers," triumph antly proceeded the unshaved. "We are.” "Then, for our father's sake, ent that breau thicker and cut It quicker.” GIVES UP A FORTUNE. One of England’s Temperance Re former* Is the Son of a Brewer. F. N. Charington, the English tem perance reformer, who has conceived the Idea of a teetotal paradise sur rounded by water, has had one of the most remarkable careers in the his tory of the temperance movement. What situation more dramatic has any work of fiction to show than Char rington's assembly hall, where the huge canvas advertisement of temper ance meetings is almost permanently hung out in the close proximity of Charlngton's brewery, whence are sup plied hundreds of public houses In tho neighborhood. Born in 1851), a por tion of his education was received at Marlborough. Rather than go to the university he preferred, after a con tinental tour, to take bis place in the brewery of his father. Meanwhile he was "converted.” After some time spent in assisting mission and evan gelistic work the irony of his position overwhelmed him and he cut himself from the prospect of a vast fortune with a comparative pittance. “I won der what you get for wearing that blue ribbon?" said a cynic to him once. "I am not certain of the exact amount,” he replied, “but 1 know it costs me £20,000 a year." An Author’s Wrath. An interesting ropy of Oeorge Mere dith’s “Shaving of Shagpat" was sold in London recently. It was the copy which Frederic Locker I.ainpson, the verse writer, possessed, and it bears some doggerel lines in Mr. Looker's autograph. The book had formerly belonged to a Mr. Wilde, whose name is on the flyleaf, and who had jagged the edges in the careless cutting of them. Thereon Mr. Locker Lampson wrote in his small, neat handwriting: Who is this Wilde—this graceless cuss, Who mutilates Meredith’s pages thus? Who over his barber tales can’t linger, Who cleaves its leaves with his fat forefinger? Would, O Wilde, had the luck been mine, To stick a knife in that fist of thine!’’ A distinguished man who was fond of fishing tells the following about the decorations of his country home: “Our fish are all carefully weighed and those over five pounds are traced out on a cardboard, painted, and form a handsome frieze round the sitting room, the names of the sportsmen be ing appended underneath. As an en couragement to our guests I have had the following inscription painted large over the entrance porch of my house. The result is eminently satisfactory: “ ‘The fisherman goeth forth In the early morning. Disturbing the whole household. He returneth in the evening, when The smell of whisky is upon him And the truth is not in him.”’ To Lcok After Soldier*’ Feet. Lord Roberts approves of the ap pointment <%• one chiropodist for each btfttalioa. if you analyze love you may find a motive that will take all the'conceit out of you. ▲