Nebraska Newspapers

    Chano=* on the Northwestern.
President Marvin Hugbitt of the
Chicago and Northwestern recently
announced that his company has pur
chased and entered into possession of
the Fremont, Elkhorn and Missouri
valley railroad In Nebraska, Wyom
ing and South Dakota, and thnt it will
be operated hereafter as the Nebraska
and Wyoming division of the North
western system.
Following this notice announcement
was made by General Manager Gard
ner of the appointment of C. A.
Cairns a3 general passenger agent
of the Chirago and Northwestern,
with headquarters at Chicago Mr.
Cairns lias been assistant general
passenger agent of the Northwestern
since 1S92, and for several years prior
to that was assistant general passen
ger agent of the Chicago Great West
ern. He has been in railway service
since 1S7S, commencing as a messen
ger in the president and treasurer's
office of the Cleveland. Columbus, Cin
cinnati and Indianapolis railroad.
G. F. nidwell, who has been the
general manager of the Fremont. Elk
horn and Missouri Valley, is appr-inted
manager of the Nebraska and Wyom
ing division. Including the lino from
Cali'orr.ia Junction to Fremont, with
offices at Omaha. J. A. Kuhn, form
erly general freight agent of the Elk
horn, is made assistant general freight
nnd passenger agent of the North
western at Omaha. W. H. Jones is
made division freight agent, and J.
W. Munn division passenger agent at
Omaha.
It’s ono thing to write a book and
another to write a right ’>ook.
Plso v Cure tor Consumption Is an Infallible
medicine for coughs ami colds.— N. VV. Siucju.
Ocean Grove. N. J.. Feb. I". 1000
Canada has 100,000 Indians, the Uni
ted States 270,000.
JUNE TINT DUTTER COLOR
makes top of the market butte'1
The Colombian truce lias been ex
tended. Are they counting the votes,
or filling the cartridges?
WHY IT IS TIIE TtEST
l» because rnnde by an entirely different
process Defiance Starch Is unlike any
other, better and oiie-lhitu noire tor 10
cents.
“All Is not gold that glisienetS.”—
Middleton (“A Fair Quarrel”).
Defiance Starch Is guaranteed big
gest and best or money refunded. 16
ounces, 10 cents. Try it now.
The man who is always nowllng at
fortune accomplishes quite as much
ns the bulldog baying at the barn.
You never hear any one complain
about ‘‘Defiance Starch.” There Is
none to equal It in quality and quan
tity. 16 ounces, 10 cents. Try it
now and save your money.
r0U PAN DO IT TOO
Over 2,000.000 people are now buy
ing Koods from ua at wholesale
prices — saving 15 to 40 percent on every
thins they use. You can do It too.
Why not ask us to send you our 1,000
paco catalocue ?— it toils t(jo story. Send
15 cents for it today.
B
cartridges and shot shells
arc mads in the largest and
best equipped ammunition
factory in the world.
AMMUNITION
of U. M. C. make is now
accepted by shooters as
“the worlds standard" for
it shoots well in any gun.
Tour dealer sells it.
The Union Metallic
Cartridge Co.
Bridgeport, - - Conn.
Beardless Birley
ia prodigally prolific,
yielding for Mr J.K. Well*.
Orleans Co. N. Y.,hllm per
acre. Dock well >»yrTWtl ro
20th Century Oats
The oat marvel,producing
200 to SCO bus. per acre.
The U. S. Ag. Deparm>*nt
ealhSalrer'sSoed t >aU tho
beat. That Pays.
Colder) Cate Corn
(New >3(N) bushels per acre;
truly a woiuierrulvariety.
Maoaronl Wheat.
Greatest wheat on eurlh
for arid, dry, hot soils—
yields bus. per acre. In
troduced by |T. 8. Dept, of
Agriculture, lt’ft a wonder.
Speltz
Greatest cereal food on
earth- rtuhus grain and 4
ton* inagnltlcent hay per
acre. That Pays.
Victoria Rapo
makes If possible to grow
hogs, sheep and cattle at
a cost of but lo a lb. Mar*
veloiiHly prolific, does well
everywhere. That Pr.ya
Bromun Inarmls
this aiui Million Dollar
Grass are the two most
wonderful gtas'ie* of the
century BHOMUfl pro
duces ft tons and Billion $
Grass 12 torn* of hay and
lots anu lot*of pasturage
.besides, per acre Grows
wherover poll Is found.
Potatoes,
ft2. SOund up a barrel.
1,000.000 bus. elegant-sod.
910.00 for lOc.
We wi»h you to try our
ggreat farm seeds, hence
r offer to send !0 lam) seed
' samples, Macaroni Wheat,
Teoslnte, Rape, Giant
Clover. Hpolts. etc , (worth
110 to get a start) with our
•at catalog,for 10c postage.
John A5alzer5efed Co.LAw?s55£
THEY CALL ME STRONG.
Th«y call me strong because my tears I shed where none may see.
Because I smile, tell merry tales and win the crowds to me;
They call me strong because I laugh to ease an aching heart.
Because 1 keep the sweet side out and hide the bitterest part.
But, O. could they who call me strong live but an hour with me
When I am wrung with grief in my Ge.'.scmane!
They call rr.e strong because I toll from early morn till late,
Weil knowing there will be no smile to meet me at the gate.
They call me strong because I hide an Inward pain with jest.
And drive away the care that conies unbidden to my breast:
Perhaps 'tls strength—God knoweth best; He sent the cares to me!
vnd His-not mine—the strength that keeps jhrough my Gethsemane!
A Tragedy of Love
“Now that is the position,” sighed
Kitty. She leaned her pretty tear
stained face forward and sighed. Mrs.
Chevenix laughed . a little, then
yawned.
She was a pretty little thing, Kitty
Gascoigne. A fair-haired fluffy little
person, with a pair of appealing blue
eyes and a soft babyish face. She
was the wife of George Gascoigne, a
man upon whom the powers that bo
looked with high favor, a man who
was climbing slowly but surely the
great ladder of success.
Kitty Gascoigne and Olive Chev
enix had struck up a warm friendship,
possibly because they were such op
posites, this woman who loved her
husband and the other woman whose
flirtations no man could number.
“George used to be fond of me,”
continued the little wife; “he was per
fectly silly during cur engagement
and whilst we w-ere on our honey
moon, but directly we got back to his
station he became absorbed in his
work—and even during this holiday
at Simla he studies blue books and
native reports—anything but me.
‘If I'm just as good looking as 1
was, why doesn't he love me as
much?”
"Because, Kitty, you have the most
dangerous rival a woman can have—
\ mbition.”
“Ambition?” repeated the other.
"Yos, ambition. Don't you under
stand that you have married a man
whose one idea is to be successful?
He loves you my dear, but you are
only an incident in his life.”
“I won’t be an incident,” cried Kit
ty wuth flashing eyes. "He ought to
think of me before everything.”
The elder woman lost her sneer.
She also In the years that the locust3
had eaten had loved and been miser
able, and she was sorry for little
Kitty.
"There’s only one force in the
world stronger than ambition,” she
replied, slowly, "and that’s jealousy.
Make your husband jealous."
"I will do it,” she said aloud, with
quiet decision, "to be happy again is
certainly worth a lie.”
George Gascoigne was writing let
ters. Not ordinary letters by any
means, but missives addressed to
very big men indeed—missives these
men would read with attention and
ponder over.
"Success,” muttered the man to
himself—"success at last!” He heav
ed a deep, long sigh, and stretched
himself as one does who throws off
a burden. To-day had brought George
Gascoigne good tidings, tie was no
longer the man striving—he was the
man there. Promotion? Yes, but
something more than promotion—the 1
riptst, reddest kiss of Dame Fortune
—for George Gascoigne had arrived.
“I must teil Kitty!” He smiled a
little as he rustled tip his papers, j
"She won’t understand a hit what It
means to me,” he thought; “but she
will like the title—and. by Jove, j
won’t she play the great lady splen
didly? Dear little Kitty!”
"George, 1 want to speak to you
for a moment. Can you spare me a
few seconds?” Kitty stopped her hus
band as he was about to leave the
drawing room that evening. Husband j
and wife had been dining alone, and
even George Gascoigne noticed vague
ly how smart Kitty looked for their
“I’ll do it."
tete-a-tete dinner. She had a vivid
spot of color on each cheek and her
eyes glistened.
“Yes, if you have anything very im
portant to tell me, det.r,” he an
swered; “but I am rather busy this
evening.”
“I wonder when you are not busy,”
she retorted bitterly. “Well, George,
I will lv* *s brief as I can. I want
to go home to England. May I go?"
“My dear Kitty!” (his astonishment
was obvious), "why on earth do you
want to go home? You feel well?"
with quick anxiety.
“Oh. dear. yes. I always feel well.
I want to go home because—oh. be
cause,” she added recklessly, after a
long pause, "you would not miss me,
and another man would."
"Another man!” he looked at her
as one who does not hear aright.
She stood her ground, though she
would have given worlds to revoke
the lie.
"Yes, George, another man. I know
you are absolutely indifferent to me—
but. well, he loves me.”
"He—who?”
“Ah, that I will never tell you,” she
cried, playing her part finely and
with a certain amount of artistic
skill, "his name must be a dead let
7/few-—
The wretched girl flung herself on her
knees before the man, pouring out
her confession.
ter. But we have both been true to
you in word and deed, George.”
"Also in thought, I suppose?” he
interrupted with a low, mocking
laugh.
"I always remembered—I was your
wife, George!”
"How you must have cursed your
good memory," his face had grown
livid. “When did you first begin this
platonic game?” he added, sternly.
"I will not answer any more of
these questions." she said with a
rush of desperate courage. “That is
my secret, and his. You have your
self to thank for the situation. When
wo were first married I adored and
almost worshiped you. It is your
cold neglect that has killed my love,
and only my own self-respect that
has kept mo straight. Do you think a
wife is only a toy, WLa can be kissed
arm petted when she Is new and put
to one side as soon as her novelty
has worn off? If so, you have made
the biggest mistake in your life. A
woman once awakened to love needs
love, and she gets it by fair means
or foul.”
George Gascoigne leaned back in
his chair.
"The biggest mistake in my life,”
he muttered between his clenched
teeth, "the biggest mistake.”
xit* put ills uaiiUB up iu uio mu
throbbing forehead, and wondered
dimly why all the furniture in the
room seemed dancing around him.
Then for a few seconds George Gas
coigne saw red. Only for a mo
ment, for suddenly with a thundering
roar and crash the man’s house of
cards fell to the earth and with a bab
ble of empty words and silly laughter
George Gascoigne joined the ranks of
the foolish, the men of no understand
ing, merry phantoms of their dead
selves.
So the servants found the great
v.-hite sahib, the man who was to
have ruled a province, he who un
derstood the beating heart of the
strange brown land and tho complex
mind of its people.
A man who laughed shrill at them
and made ugly mouths, keeping hi3
eyes fixed on the door, shaking a
trembling linger at their fearful faces,
babbling vaguely.
It was to see this man they sum
moned Kitty—Kitty who, sitting in
her bedroom, was lie?,inning to won
der when the handle would turn and
her husband enter, ready indeed to
throw up ner part and confess her
deception, plead for forgiveness on
. er knees.
"George, George!”
The wretched girl flung herself on
her knees before the man, pouring
out her confession.
"Kitty. Kitty!”
He put his hand on her soft curls.
She caught and kissed his fingers
hopefully.
"Yes, darling, yes,” she answered,
"tell your Kitty that you forgive her."
“It's a very funny thing, Kitty.”
he replied, in a slow, insane voice,
pointing to a dim corner in the draw
ing roam, “but the viceroy is standing
Here bowing to me. But I don't
quite remember what 1 want to say
to him and I know you are in a hurry
to catch the train to England, so
shall we run away, dear? Ha, ha!”
To the sound of his loud laughter
Kitty fainted dead away.
• • • • •
“I could have told you from the
first what would happen," a man re
marked a few monuis later to Mrs.
Chevenix. “No man alive could work
bis brains as poor C _>orge Gascoigne
a.d without a breakdown. Talk of
high pressure and overwork—why,
tho government ground the poor devil
in its mill, ground nim to chafT—and
such a man of men, too! Where is
the poor chap now, by the way?”
“Kitty has taken him home,” re
plied Mrs. Chevenix, nervously—she
was always nervous on this subject.
"They have got a pretty little house
at Ascot, and she nurses and watches
him with most rare devotion, and the
doefors hope in time—”
“That he’ll recover to find his
career endea and his life work spoil
ed,” answered the man bitterly. "Bet
ter to live on a merry fool."
The woman shuddered, for none
knew better than Olive Chevenix
whose hand was responsible for this
little Simla tragedy.—Boston Jour
nal.
TRIBUTE TO REED’S GREATNESS.
Best Minds of the Country Attracted
to Maine Statesman.
State Senator Goodwin was one of
the speakers on the day that the Maine
legislature set apart for the memorial
tribute to the late eminent native of
its state. Thomas Brackett Reed. In
the course of his remarks he said:
“Mr. Reed never hurried, yet he
was always prepared. He never did a
great act but that he seemed capable
of doing a greater. He was possessed
to a wonderful degree of reserve
power.
"The Speaker’s room at Washing
ton, during his rule was the rendez
vous of tho brightest minds of our
country. Eminent scientists, famous
writers, powerful financial magnates,
and great social leaders, all found in
him a receptive mind and a sympa
thetic listener.
“He was a philosopher, accurate iti
his judgment of his fellowman. In a
single sentence he could sum up the
foibles and weaknesses of mankind.
Once, in the Speaker's room, during
the quorum fight, a Southern Congress
man came into the room, and told Mr.
Reed, with extravagant praise what a
great man he was. that his ruling was
right, and only the stress of party
politics made him oppose the same.
Mr. Reed received it all with his usual
politeness, and when the Congress
man had retired, he turned in his chair
and said: ‘You want to beware of a
statesman when he begins to exude
molasses.’ ”
GIVING EACH HIS DUE.
Irishman Knew How to Place Balaam
and the Ass.
Matthew J. Donohue, a Tammany
district leader, tells this story of an
Englishman and an Irishman who
were discussing the old race ques
tion.
“When England wants a really good
man she's got to go to Ireland to get
him,” said the Irishman. “Lock at
Roberts. Look at Kitchener. Both
Irish.”
“I suppose you think Wellington
was an Irishman,” said th > English
man.”
"Sure.”
“And Nelson."
“Sure.”
“I guess you’d claim Caesar if you
had a chance.”
“Sure. All good fightln’ men are
Irish.”
“We!!.” said the Englishman as a
clincher, “to go hack further, what
would you do with Balaam?”
“Oh, that's all right,” retorted the '
Irishman. "Balaam was Irish, but the
as3 was English.”—New York Times.
Mrs. Russell Sage Objects.
Mrs. Russell fc'ago objects emphatl
cally to the newspaper notoriety that
her husband's movements sometimes
bring upon the family. Her reasons
for objecting are many.
It was last summer, when the great
financier was living at Cedarhursi, L.
I., and was suddenly taken sick. Mia
Sage was expounding on the annoy
ance caused her by the constant visits
of reporters.
"I do not like their coming down
here,” she said. “Mr. Sage is here tc
rest, and I will not have him annoyed
by the papers. Why can't these men
see him at his office and not come
here to bother him when he should
be resting. Why, when Mr. Sage v.a:
sick a few weeks ago these men were
running down here all the time, and
I had to pay an awfully large bill at
the clipping agency last month.—New
York Mail and Express.
His Leniency.
Prof. Hopkins of Amherst, who like
many a good New Englander, is some
what theologically inclined, is fond ol
telling how he was worsted in argu
ment by his small daughter. He had
forbidden her to play with his pocket
knife, but she had kept on just the
same, and finally succeeded in cutting
herself quite badly. Tlie professoi
called her to his study, and said very
gravely:
“My little girl, I should punish you
for your disobedience, but I do not
need to, for God has punished you al
re a<ry.”
“Yes," replied -he child, “but He
let me play with the knife an awfully
long time first."—New York Times. j
OUT OF THE ORDINARY.
Little Stories Tending to Weaken
Some Popular Theories.
I watched IE7 wife dressing her hair
the other evening. By Jove, her hair
is longer and daiker than it was when
w'e w’ero married.
“The teacher asked us to-day if
there was ever a greater man than
Ab-ra-ham Lincoln, and I told her ‘My
papa.’ ” This at dinner, from Mollle,
our eirest, aged 6.
A neighbor brought my wife tickets
for a swell musicale recently. On the
night it was to come oft I went home
not particularly uplifted in anticipa
tion. At dinner my wife said: “We
won’t go out to-night, dearie. You look
tired. What do you say to a rubber of
cribbage?’’
Jack Davi3, an old buddie i>f mine,
came out to dinner the other evening.
Really, everything did run smooth
ly. I went to the door with him. He
whispered: “Say, old man, for ravish
ing cooking, an ideal den and the can
dy outfit all through you've got the
world beat. And say, pardon and all
that, but this is from an old pal. The
missus is one of the finest little women
I ever saw.”
Last week my wife’s father ’phoned
me to hustle over to his office. “My
boy,” said he v/hen I arrived, "you've
got two hours and a half to scrape to
gether every piece' of collateral in
your name—150 minutes—there’s
something doing.” It only took me
«, "alf hour. This morning, referring
to me, one of the papers printed the
following: “The street is recognizing
a new Napoleon of finance in the per
son of young Mr. -, who has just
turned a mighty clever and exceed
ingly profitable deal.”—Pittsburg Dis
patch.
A SURE ENOUGH AMERICAN.
Repaired the Church Roof But it All
Came Back.
following story Is told of an
American who visited an old Eng
lish church and struck up a conversa
tion with the rector. The two went
up to the roof for the sake of the view
and the rector pointed out how badly
in need of repair were the leads;
going on to talk in a hopeless way of
the poverty of the parish.
The American rubbed his chin and
then offered to put on a new roof at
his own expense. The delighted rec
tor closed with the offer. The Ameri
can was as good as his word, and
when on the completion of the worK
the rector thanked him effusively, he
quietly confessed to having made a
very • respectable profit out of his
“charitable” work.
The rector asked for an explana
tion and then the American informed
him that there is a certain amount
of silver in lead, which was now ex
tracted, but in old times it was left
because its presence in the lead was
not suspected. The quantity of the
silver in the lead on the church roof
was sufficient to pay all expenses and
to give the American a tangible profit
—Pearson s Weekly.
Where the Toddy Went.
Here is a characteristic story of
Captain, afterwards General George
Pickett, famous at Gettysburg. It
was at the time of the disputes be
tween England and America as to the
boundary line between liritish Colum
bia and Washington territory. Capt.
Pickett had just mixed himself a
toddy, wheta his attention wrns arrest
ed suddenly by a courier, whose mes
sage caused him to mount immediate
ly and ride off. leaving the drink be
hind him. He was gone some hours.
When he returned the empty glass
was on his camp table, whereupon en
sued the following colloquy:
“Orderly."
“Yes, sir.”
“Where’s that toddy?”
“Threw it away, sir; thought you
had done with it, sir.”
“Where did you throw it; down
your - throat?”
“Yes, sir; down my - throat,
sir,” accompanied by a regulation sa
lute.—Pittsburg Gazette.
An Easy One to Answer.
Representatives Brownlow and Gib
son are the only Republicans in Con
gress from Tennessee. To relieve
their loneliness they indulge in a good
deal of good-natured banter. Brown
low took grea'. care in selecting
persns in hia distret to stand civl
service examinations for posTtlona,
and as luck would have it not a
single one failed toattaiu the requir
ed grade. Gibson was not so lucky,
and not a single man from his dis
trict passed the examinations.
“How is this, Brownlow?” asked
Gibson. “All your men have passed
the examinations, while I can’t get a
single one through in my district?”
“Oh, that’s easy,” replied Brown
low. “If there was a single man in
your district capable of passing a civil
service examination you wouldn’t be
in Congress.”
Not Complete.
The brother of one of the Secretar
ies of tie Turkish Legation at Wash
ington recently paid a visit for the
first time to this country, and on his
arrival at New York was met by sev
eral of his former countrymen, the
latter pro-A:nericans, and very anx
ious to exploit the greatness of the
metropolis. After directing his at
tention, among other things, to the
great buildings in course of construc
tion, the excavations, and the other
far reaching improvements under
way, one of them turned to the new
comer and asked:
“Well, what do you t,’ilnk of New
York?”
“I think,” said the otner, “It will
be a very nice place when it Is fin
ished.”
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everyone is surprised at the change in
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"Little Animosity’s” Curve.
A man of geometry and trigonome
try figures out that "Little Animosity,”
the baby 16-inch gun at Sandy Hook,
is a certain failure in a light breeze.
“It witnessed the th|ree shots fired,”
he says, “and noticed that the projec
tile described a curve to the right
equal to about one-fifth of a degree,
or twelve minutes. Now, supposing
that this deflection from a straight line
had been continued throughout the en
tire range of the gun, which is said
to be between twenty and twenty-one
miles, what would have happened?
The projectile would have described a
complete circle, coming back to its
starting point. If this could be safely
accomplished in practice it would
mean a great saving, as the shells
could be repeatedly used.”—New
York Press.
Could Be Seen.
Cassell’s Journal: The scarcity of
servant girls led Mrs. Vaughan to en
gage a farmer’s daughter from a rural
district of Ireland. Her want of fa
miliarity with town ways and lan
guage has led to many amusing scenes.
One afternoon a lady ca'ed at the
Vaughan residence and rang the bell.
Kathleen answered the call.
"Can Mrs. Vaughan be seen?” the
visitor asked.
“Can she be seen " sniggered Kath
leen. “Shure, an’ Cl think she can:
she’s six feet hoigh and four feet
woide! Can she be seen? Sorrah a
bit of anything else can ye see whin
she’s about.”
He Went West and Prospered.
Freeland, Kau., March 9th.—One of
the most prosperous farmers In Har
per County is Mr. N. H. Mead. Some
thirty-four years ago he left his home
near Clarence, N. Y., and came to Kan
sas. Here he has thrived splendidly,
and last year harvested over one hun
dred and forty acres of wheat alone.
But everything has not gone well
with Mr. Mead, for his health has not
been good for the last few years. He
has suffered a great deal with Kidney
and Bladder Trouble and could get
nothing to stop it. Lately, however,
he has improved a great deal, and he
says that he has none of the old
symptoms left and is feeling splendid
again. He used Dodd's Kidney Pills
and this remedy seemed to work won
ders in hi3 case. He says hi;n3olf:
"Dodd’s Kidney Pills have made me
well. They are all right and a reliable
remedy for Kidney Trouble. They
helped me right from the start, giving
me great relief, and finally cured me.”
The puffin is the most punctunl of
birds in the matter of Its annual mi
gration.
To Cure a Cold in One day.
Take Laxative Brorno qiuininn Tablets. All
druggists refund money if it fails to cure. 'Jbc.
Irony is an insult convoyed in the
form of a compliment.—iC. V. Whip
ple.
The well earned reputation and increas
ing popularity of the Lewis’ “Single
Binder, straight r>c cigar, is due to the
maintained high quality and appreciation
of the smoker.
Industry may not he ultra fashion
able, but it is deserving.
State op Ohio, citv op Toledo
Lucas Coun rv.
RS.
Frank J. Cheney makes oath that ho is the
senior partner of the Him of K. J. Cheney&Co.,
doing business in Uio City of Toledo, County
and .State aforesaid, and that said tlrm will pay
the sum of ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS for
each and every case of Catarrh that cannot be
cured by the use o.' Hall's Catarrh Cure.
_ KUAN it J. CHUNKY.
Sworn to before tne and subscribed In my
presence, this Oth day of December. A. D. Watt
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