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PE-RU-N A b!^Klo WO/WEN Says Dr. A\. C. Gcc. of San Francisco. A CONSTANTLY increasing number of j physicians prescribe Peruna in their regular practice. It has proven its merits so thoroughly that even the doctors have overcome their prejudice against so called patent medicines and recommend it to their patients. **I Advise Women to Use Pe-ru-na.” Says Dr. Gee. Dr. M. C. Gee is one of the physicians who endorse Peruna. In a letter written from 513 Jones street, San l'rancisco, Cal., he says: ‘There is a general objection on the part of the practicing jhjcician to advocate patent medicines, but when any one medi cine cures hundreds of people, it demon etrates its own value and does not need the endorsement of the profession. “Peruna has performed sol many wonderful cures In F in tranchco that / am convinced that It Is a valuable remedy. I have frequently advised Its use for women, as / find it Insures regular and painless menstruation, c. res leucorrhnsa and ovarian troubles, and builds tip the entire system. I also consider it one of the finest catarrh remedies Ikno-vof. 1 heartily endorse your medi cine."—M. C. Gee, M. D. Mrs. It. T. Gaddis, Marion, N. C., is one of Dr. Hartman's grateful patients. She consulted him by letter, followed his directions, and is no., able to say the fol lowing : "before I commenced to take Peruna I coule not do any hard work without suffer ing great pain. 1 toil: Peruna, and can day with j leasure that it lias done more for me than any other mediciue I have ever taken. Now I a-n .-well as ever; I do all my own work and it never hurts me at all. I think I’eruua is a great medicine for woman kind."—Mis. E. T. Gaddis. Women are especially liable to pelvic catarrh, female weakness as it is commonly called. Peruna occupies a unique position in medical science. It is the only internal systemic catarrh remedy known to the medical prolession to-day. Catarrh, as everyone will admit, is the cause of one half the diseases which afflict mankind. Catarrh and catarrhal diseases afflict one-lialf of the people of the United States. // you do not derive prompt and satisfactory results from the use of Peruna, write at once to Dr. Hartman, giving a full statement of your case and he will be pleased to give you his valuable advice gratis. Address Dr. Hartman. President of the Hartman Sanitarium, Columbus, Ohio. MYSTERY OF WILD ANIMALS. What Becomes of Those That Ole Natural Deaths in the Woods? "The forest has many mysteries," said nn old Pennsylvania woodman, "but none deeper than that of wild animals that die natural deaths. "The four-footed dwellers of the woods certainly do not live forever. Age and disease must carry them of? regularly, as human beings ar<» carried ' off. but what becomes of their bodies? “1 never heard of any one’s coming across a wild dead bear or deer or wildcat or fox that had died from natural causes. 1 found the carcass of a big five-pronged buck in the woods once, but a rattlesnake, also dead, bad its fangs buried in one of the deer’a nostrils. There had evi dently been a fight to the death be tween the reptile and the bpast. “Another time 1 followed the trail of a hear from a clearing where it had stolen a half-grown lamb. I came upon the headless lardy of the lamb a mile or so out on the trail, and a half mile further on, near the edge of a swamp, 1 was surprised to And the body of the bear, "Its Jaws were open, and its glassy eyes were pushed far out of its head. 1 .1 held u post-morten examination of , the dead bear and found the lamb’s head lodged In its throat. How or why the hear ever permitted it to get there 1 am unable to explain. "1 have many times found other dead animals In the woods, but never one that did not show unquestionable evidence of having died from violence of some hind. Every woodsman w;il t?!l you the same. What becomes of the dead wild animals that die nat ural deaths. Information Wanted. "I always smile when misfortune overtakes me.” said the clerical look ing passenger. "That’s ;i good idea,’’ rejoined the hardware drummer, "but what jo you do when it overtakes you .a a prohibition town?” YELLOW < 1,0 TI IKS A I! E t7XSIOHTt.1T. Keepthetn white with Red < 'rot-K Ball Blue. AU grocers t ell large A or. package, 5 cents. , Legal Technicality. 1 A Chelsea (England) hospital Is mourning the loss of a bequest of $(5,000 thrcugh a legal informality. The tpstator signed his will in his bed room, and the witness is thoughtlessly tarried it into another room before signing it, thus malting the document invalid. The Post Renults in Starching C'ln t>e obtained only by using Defiance ►tarch. besides getting 4 07. tuero lor sumo money—no cooking required. As Defined. •‘Mamma,” asked small Floramay, "what is a synonym?” “A synonym, my dear, is a wnrj that <an be used in the place of an other when you don't know how to *pell the other,” replied the mother, who happened to be a trifle shy oa orthography. P2TC ram*, to r prvotinnefifl aft#*? I I ! v tlr#* d»i''» tiw' of Dr. Kiitif*'* (JivolNerve Hi rt.tr. er. Rend f »r |'K KK 43.(M) trial bottle and treat!**). Dit. K. fti K LiN a. Ltd , VUl Art h Htrvot. Wulodeadua**"* Burglar Oalks at Jewels. Though r.ot taking ail the money he could Had, u burglar who brake into a •womans house in Paris left a note saying he could net dud it in his heart to take her jewels lest taey were ueir looms. Heathen—A person who does not believe in the same Ood you do. The larger the exaggeration the smaller It looks. All Up to Date Housekeepers Die Pefianco Cold Water Htorch, become it Is better, and 4 oz. more of it for tome money. Makes the Blind See. A discovery, of which there are few ietails to hnnd. Is announced from Crance. A professor appears to have produced an apparatus by which he asserts the blind will sec, and not only 'hose who have lost their vision in middle life, but even those persons ivho were born blind will be able to see under certain stated conditions. With this apparatus,I)r. Caze says that lie can go into a totally dark room and see every object as celarly a3 in daylight. It is described as being on the same scientific basis as the telephone, and it transmits light to a certain part of the brain in the same way as a telephone transmits sounds to the ear. Miles and the Irishman. General Miles is quoted by a fellow officer as telling the following story on himselt: "It was during our pur suit of Chief Joseph, said the gen eral. "One exceedingly stormy night we encountered on our march In the Bearpaw mountains a few woodehop pers’ cabins. The woodsmen were not inclined to be very hospitable, but we finally Induced them to snare with us the protection their huts afforded. They consented, however, only upon condition that they should not under any circumstances be compelled to 1 give up their beds. It fell to my lot I to share the bunk of the boss, a very stern Irishman, who was not delighted with his guest. Hoping to establish an entente cordiale I said, hanteringly, as we were preparing to retire: ‘Come now, Patrick, you know you’d be a long time in Ireland before you’d get a chance to sleep with a general.’ And it’s Ol that am thinking.’ ho in stantly retorted, ‘that you’d he a long time in In land before you’d lver be made a gineral.’ ” •‘SUMMER FOOD” Has Other Advantages. Many people have tried the food Grape-Nuts simply with the idea of avoiding the trouble of cooking food in the hot months. All of these have found something besides the ready cooked food idea, for Grape-Nuts is a scientific food that tones up and restores a sick stomach as well as repairs the waste tissue In brain and nerve center. “For two years 1 had been a sufferer from catarrh of the stomach due to Improper food and to relieve this con dition I had tried nearly every pre pared food on the market without any success until six months ago my wife purchased a box of Grape-Nuts, think ing it would be a desirable cereal for the summer months. “We soon made a discovery, we were enchanted with the delightful flavor of the food anil to my surprise 1 began te get well. My breakfast now consists or a little fruit, four toaspounfuls of Grape-Nuts, a cup of Posturn, which I prefer to cofTce, graham bread or toast and two boiled eggs. I never suffer the least distress after eating this and my stomach is perfect and general health fine. Grape-Nuts is a wonder ful preparation. It was only a little time after starting on It that wife and I both felt younger, more vigorous, and In all ways stronger. This has been our experience. “P. S. The addition of a little salt in place of sugar seems to me to im orove the food.” Name given by Poa turn Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Send for particulars by mall of ex tension of time on the |7,5CO.OO cooks’ contest for 735 money prizes. DRESSED TO KILL "Breathes there the man with soul so dead,” As Walter Scott sang In a ballad. Who never to his friends has said. “I, I alone can mix a salad!" Who when his varlet, meek and low. Suggested he himself should fix It, Kxclalmed with petulance: "No, no! Give me the cruet arid I'll tlx it!" We gaze on him with civil smile If we his strong esteem would capture; Our optic organs roll the while In throes of simulated rapture. He’s hound the verdant leaves to spoil, This lettuce notoriety seeker. With too much vinegar or oil Or oversurfeit of paprika. Still we maintain our placid grin. Although 'tls salted much too fully, Ami garlic cloves galore rubbed In. We voice the eulogistic "Bully!” For conscience prompteth us this way To revel in the product gladly. Well knowing on some future day We'll mix another Just as badly. —New York Herald. Committed to the Deep The steward knocked, and put his head in at the door. “Cabin passenger, sir, No. 1C.” he reported, with a business-like brev Ity. "Very bad.’’ Dr. Yalden glanced up from his desk irritably. "What’s the matter with him?” “Dun’no, sir. Uncommon bad.” “Usual thing, I suppose?” “No, sir. Not sea sick. Queer when ' he came aboard yesterday, I thought Been in bed all day. Wouldn’t let me j get him anything. Till just now he I asked me to fetch you.” The steward withdrew, and the ! doctor only delayed to finish the first paragraph of a letter he had been writing when he was interrupted. It was not precisely an urgent let- j ter, for he had no intention of doing ! anything with it until the ship arrived at Liverpool; but it was to contaiu i much that he knew he could not pos- j cibly put into speech, and it w’as to ! tell the recipient that he would ar rive less than half a day behind it. The lamp that shone frcm the wall of No. 16 showed him a haggard man i stretched on the bunk apparently ; asleep. While the doctor was taking a preliminary survey of him he coughed and awoke. “Steward!” “I’m the doctor. You sent for me. What’s wrong?” “Oh, thanks. ... I don’t know, doctor. My head’s all afire, and my hands, too. Feel that.” The doctor took his hand and laid a finger on his pulse. The hand was hot and dry, the pulse was galloping furiously, and a brief examination was sufficient to diagnose hia ailment. “A touch of pneumonia,” said Yal den. "You must take more care of yourself than you’ve been doing late ly. You were not fit to travel; you must have felt ill before you started.” “I wanted to get home,” the other answered, wearily. ‘T’ve been away —a long time.” “We must see what we can arrange about nursing,” the doctor concluded. “I’ll give you some medicine; you’ve got a good constitution, and with care, you’ll puil round all right.” “Think so?” “Oh, yes. . . . lie mustn’t be left, Barrow.” The doctor turned to the steward. -“Somebody will have to sit up with him to-night. I’ll see him again before I turn in, and I’ll get the captain to let you have assist ance.” After fulfilling which latter duty he retired to his cabin and resumed the laborious composition of his letter. Three years ago he met in Loudon the girl he told himself he had been looking for all his life. She was near ly twenty years his junior, but what did that matter? Her people had been rich and preud, ami now, through recent financial disasters, they were poor and prouder, but what did all that matter either? Sho heard him with pity in her ‘‘What's the matter with hire?” eyes, but not love; and she told him, with only pity in her tones, that the man she loved was dead and her heart was buried with him. I^ater he learned the story that lay behind her words, and saw more hope in it for himself than she had siren him, for surely his living love of her could, in due time, win her away from the memory of a dead rival. He would not take her answer then, but begged her to think of all it must mean to him, and let him ask her for it, once for all, when he came homo from his next voyage. He was speeding homeward now, and the letter was to prepare her for his coming. He wrote it with so many pauses for reflection that by 10 o'clock it was still unfinished, when, mindful of his patient, he relocked it in his desk. No. 16 was awake, but drowsy with sheer weakness. “If I don't pull through this, doc tor-" “Don't you worry about that; you will." “But if I don't—I'm not afraid of dying. I’ve been near it too often Flung the glass far out into the dark. for that; and yet. now it seems hard er than it ever did before.” ‘‘You’d better not talk. 1 don’t want you to exrite yourself.” “Not me! What I mean is, it would be hard luck to die on the way home I’ve been away nearly nine years. 1 went away as poor os a rat, anil I’m going back rich. That’s something, isn't it?" “It's a great deal.” “And I'm not dead yet, though I'm supposed to be!” the other chuckled, grimly. “One everlasting, terrible winter we were snowed up miles away from everywhere, and we were put down as done for. Only two of us managed to worry through, and we wandered heaven knows where, and we lived—well, wo didn’t live. But wo worried through—and I'm going home.” Hi3 eyes closed and he ram bled on dreamily: “Nine years; but she'll he waiting. I told her that It wouldn’t be more than two—and sho said ‘It's till you come, Ned. and if you never come, I shall wait till I meet you, at the end.’ ” He lay quiet a minute, and then, opening his eyes and finding the doc tor regarding him intently, he con tinued: “We’ve never written to each other. We promised her people we wouldn’t. She was to be free to change If she would; they said it was best. I had no money and no prospects, but if I went back a rich man and she had not changed. ... I knew she never would. Whether I lived or died, she said she would never change —and she won't.” Did you say your name was Ed win Ashton?” The doctor was startled by the alien sound of his own voice. The sick man nodded, and, pointing across the cabin ‘‘Her portrait’s in my bag, doctor,” he said. "I)o you mind getting it for me? My will’s in there, too. I made it as soon as I struck my first luck, in case. . . . Oh, what I wanted to ask you. doctor, wa3—if I don’t pull round, will you have my bag and everything sent to her? You'll find her address—” "Yes, yes. But not now,” YaJden interrupted harshly. “You’ve talked too much already. . . . Come along, Barrow," he hailed the advent of the steward with ineffable relief. "Call mo if he is worse in the night” He was dazed and stupefied by the knowledge that had come upon him so unexpectedly, and yearned to get away and be alone where he might think of It. One thought only burned to a clear and fiercely steady blaze— a sinister, hellish thought that ho dared not face and could not ex tinguish. i He lest all count of time, ns a man does when he sleeps, but when th* steward summoned him hurriedly an hour after midnight he had evidently not been in bed; a light was burning In his cabin, he was still dressed, and his face was wan and hla eyes heavy, as if he were In pain. “Mr. Ashton’s worse, sir. Edwards is with him. and called me to fetch you. He can’t sleep. Keeps sitting up, Edwards says, staring as if he could see people, an’ talking very sing'lar. Delirious, I expect, sir.” “We must try a sleeping draught,” said Yalden dully. “I’ll be there di rectly.” Barrow being gone, he busied him self in the medicine cupboard, and hastened after him, carrying some thing in a glass. Drawing near to No. 16, he could hear the sick man babbling monoton ously, and the very sound of his voice stung him and quickened a fiercer flame within him; till suddenly he caught a word of what the man was saying—merely a name, but the utter ance of it checked him instantly, as If a hand had plucked at his sleeve. He stood trembling, and in that same instant saw, shaping white in the darkness before him, a sweet, sad face, grown pale with weary years of longing—the pure, wistful eyes looked into his, and their calmness calmed him, and their sadness made him ashamed. With a something breaking like a sob in his throat, he swiftly retraced his steps, pausing in the unlighted saloon to open one of the portholes and fling the glass he carried far out Into the dark. Thereafter he sat till well into the day watching and tending the man she loved and had loved so long. Going on dock in the morning, ho leaned over the side to tear up the letter he had written and scatter its fragments Into the sea. It was the burial of a. great hope that had died In the night. As he walked away, the captain, coming from breakfast, met him, and lingered to make Inquiries. “Morning, doctor; how's the pa tient? You’re not going to make a funeral of it, I hope?” “Not quite,” Yalden laughed care lessly. “He has taken a turn for tho better.”—Black and White. PROFESSOR IN HARD LUCK. Siorm’o Early Arrival Spoiled Hi» Chances for Fame. We can recall no rainmaker from the time of Plutarch, or any rain doc tor of the Indians, or any rain sorcerer of the African tribes, who has played in harder luck than Prof. Meyers has just encountered In the Adirondacks. He arrived a few days ago with a fine collection of balloons and bombs and got all ready for operations on Tuesday. On the evening of that day he announced that be should vend up some balloons with powerful bombs with lighted fuses attached, and that rain would follow the explosion almost immediately. As a matter of fact, rain preceded the explosion. Just as the professor was about to cut the ropes of his balloon a tremendous thunderstorm came up, advancing with terriffle speed and deluging the region with water. Yen see, nature had “got on” to the professor’s little game and forestalled him. But imagine the airs of the professor if he had got his balloons up about fifteen minutes ahead of the shower! No rain doctor that the world has known would have been “in it” with him then.—New York Commercial Advertiser. One Dog’s Intelligence. The inteligence of animals seems as a rule to be underrated ra,ther than overrated. A dog breeder described the other day a wonderful collie that had belonged to Sir John Lubbock. "This dog,” he said, “would, when it was hungry, lay at its master's feet a card marked ‘Food.’ When it was thirsty it would fetch a card marked ‘Drink.’ When It wanted to take a walk It would bring a card marked ’Out.’ Sir John Lubbock trained it to do this trick in less than a month. Ho put the food card over the dog’s food and made it bring the card to him before he would allow it to eat, and in the matter of drinking and going out he used a like method. The cards were similar in shape and color. Nothing but the writing on them dif fered. Since, therefore, the dog dis tinguished them by the writing alone, it may truly be said that the animal could read.” More Crirhinals To-day. “The number of criminals is on the Increase, and the number of heinous offenses grows less as civilization ad vances,” said a New York criminal lawyer the other day. “This may seem paridoxical, but it is easily explained. New laws are continually being made constituting new crimes, and while the number of the violations of the law grows larger, the number of atro cious crimes diminishes. If you will consult the criminal statistics you will see that the increase is almost entirely in the new and lighter of fenses.” The Kindly Sinners. If only kindly sinnors Could rule this world's affairs. We'd sit at better dinners And spend leas time In prayers; And at life's sparkling bamiuet We’d drown corroding cares. If only kindly sinners Could rule this world's affairs. Safety in Numbers. Brannigan—Come home an' teck supper wid me. Flannigan. Flannigan—Shure, It’s past jpt sup per time now-. Yer wife’ll be mad as a hatter. Brannigan—That’s Jest it; she ain't lick the two of ua. MO PLUMBING IN THOSE DAYS. But th» Moat Might Be Used in the Absence of Bathe. The girl whom her friends called "The American Beauty” was engaged to a French duke. The duke s sister, complaisant and anxious to please, was visiting the girl's parents in Mil waukee. "Of course," she was saying one day. "It would be nicer if there were i king of France, then the duke would nave all his rights and privileges which are suspended during the re public. But it is the political and financial rights only that are dead. Just thtng of my brother’s castle, par exemple." "Is it a very big one?” questioned the American Beauty, resting her chin In her palms. “Oh, very big, mon amie. It dates from the time of Charlemagne, and is a wonderful place, with towers and dungeons and a moat—and awful oub liettes—where tiey used to put pris oners. you know, and forget all about them for years and years.” "How cheerful,” laughed the Ameri can Beauty. "Do you know, I think I should welcome oubliettes if only I might consign to them a few people whom I know to deserve such a fate. But even with oubliettes I don’t think nuch a castle would have much charm for me. You see I am devoted to modern improvements; and 1 suppose there's no plumbing in the duke's castle?” "Plumbing, mon amie!” exclaimed the duke’s sister, with an air of hor ror. “Of course not! There v.a3 no plumbing in Charlemagne's time!” “Oh, dear me,” sighed the American Beauty. "And I am so fond of my tub. I suppose I would have to bathe In the moat. Wouldn’t that be dismal?” CITIES OF THE MIDDLE AGES. Frightful Conditions That Prevailed Throughout Europe. Greeks and Romans paid special attention to the pnysical culture of their youth, to public water supplies and baths and Athens and Rome were provided with sewers early In their history. During the middle ages sanitation received a decided check. Ignorance and brutal prejudice pre vailed, and this was the most unsani tary period in history. Most Euro pean towns were built compactly and surrounded by v.alls. The streets were narrow and winding and light and air were excluded. The accu mulation of filth was frightful. Stablo3 and houses wore close neigh bors. The dead were buried within the churchyards or in the churches. Wells were fed with polluted water. All conditions were favorable for the spread of Infectious diseases and in the fourteenth century alone the oriental or bubonic plague—the black death of recent historians—carried off a fourth of the population of Eu rope. The birth rate tvas much less than the death rate normally. The cities had to he continually repopu iated from the country because the people died so rapidly. The Chemical National Bank. Early last century a charter was granted a company to set up a chemi cal works in New York and in con sideration of the boon these works would be a clause was added grant ing banking privileges. The astute men at the head of the concern saw possibilities of development on bank ing lines not apparent in the manu facture of chemicals and decided to make the business a banking one. To retain tho privilege, however, it was necessary to manufacture chemicals and so then, as to-day, an admirable protease was made of doing this. In the fine establishment of the great Chemical National bank on Broadway a little shop is apportioned to a manu facturing chemist, who potters about mixing Ingredients. Ho is not much troubled with business, but now and again a New York citizen will startle a visitor by taking him into this fine hank and asking for a dime’s worth of castor oil—which is supplied. This was the only bank which did not sus pend specie payments during the civil war. Sweet Carclinas. The spar«-ribs in tin- frying pan Are sputtering with dellsht The sweet potato swells with pride And bursts Its Jacket tight And then I see a picture rise Of Marlon and ills men With sweet potatoes in tile fire Beside a reedy fen. O. Carolina, with the plumes Of green palmettos crowned, The glory of your garden state Is the tuber In the ground It is not so much to look at—like Some honest folks we meet— But underneath a rough brown skin Its heart is sound and sweet. It benrs to tables far away The music of vour name It fills your coffers with Its gold And shares your meed of fa me.’ bo plant a sweet potato prav Upon the gilded field, Beneath the tall palmetto tre-s That nourish in your shield —Minna Irving in l.i slip’s w.-.-kb The Latest Utopian Society. A Utopian society has established Itself in Ascona, a little place on the borders of Italy and Switzerland. This little society, which numbers thifty oit.ht individuals, seeks to solve the problem of how to live happily. The members are pledged to observe cer tain simple rules of living, which they have carried out now for three yesrs. They eat no meat, but live principally on fruits and herbs, and they wear one simple garment only, and no hats. There are Sixteen women in the sect! They know no laws save those of na ture, and they amuse thmselres with Wagnerian music. The founder of the colony is a Belgian. Each new mem ber Is Initiated on his finding sufficient money to buy a plot of land, by the cultivation of which he is expected to support himself.