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Loup City Northwestern GEO. E. BENSCHOTER, Ed. and Pub. LOUP CITY, - - NEBRASKA. Meantime tbs bear Is stealthily pushing his big paw a little farther into" Korea. "The gods send thread for a web begun," says Andrew Carnegie. And flies for a web well spread. .—__ I . . — The women editors should not over look that story concerning the man who talked himself to death. French assassins are now close ri vals of French duelists In bloodthirs tiness. They hurl the deadly tomato. Those persons who don’t like Unci ? Russell Sage may as well cultivate a spirit of resignation. He is here to stay. Honduras is showing signs of an other revolution. Now. how many days ago was the last Honduras revo lution? While the newspapers are quoting Russell Sage at 87, uncle Russell is just bullish enough to believe he is going to 100. King Edward appears not to have kissed the blarney stone while in Ire land, but perhaps It was because he didn't need to. The uprising of unpaid veterans in Eastern Cuba has been narrowed down to four men and the person \iho started the story. Over in China the graduate, instead of stopping to throw out hints as to bow the world should be run, starts for the nearest woods. That Chicago thief who was held by the neck until the police arrived did not need to be told that his cap tor’s name was Mrs. Huske. It is learned that the latest Central American “revolution” started because a general got drunk. This is a more reasonable cause than usually appears The same boy who is taught to he iieve that the drumstick is the best part of the turkey, grows up to im agine that his wife always gives in to him. Russia is not entirely satisfied with an apology this time. Turkey will have to do something more, or the sublimity of its Porte will get a seri ous jar. When Tsi An goes into a Chinese newspaper office to ask the editor "if he wrote that” it is generally consid ered to be a bad day for the editing business. If all revolutionists in Latin Amer ica fought to a finish as in Venezuela, the business of breaking up a govern ment in that part of the world would he less popular. Being a reformer in China is such ft perilous job that the man who un dertakes the part has to look in the glass every morning to see if his head is still on. It is said that 10,500,000 people are employed on the farms of America. Nobody appears to be able to explain why they have not gone to the charms of fiat life in the cities. The editor of Punch, Sir Francis Burnand. will publish in October • Reminiscences of My Life.” It will show that to get out an English hum orous publication every week is no joke. According to Prof. Zueblin we are a people that multiply our bath tubs and the need for them at the same time. But then this is not quite so bad as leaving out the bath tubs alto gether. The news that another Mayflower descendant is dead was read with great interest by hundreds of New Englanders who are themselves des cendants of Mayflower passengers and don't know it. These must be great days for the teachers’ agencies. The Philadelphia Press remarks: “If there is a single county In the state that is not having trouble to get enough teachers it has not yet reported." A New Orleans shirtmaker’s state ment that he has discovered the long hunted yellow fever parasite is arous ing some interest. If he lived up North he would be advertising a para site with every shirt. Safeblowers may be traced because they left their coats in a sewing-ma chine office from which they were scared while working at their pro fession. Safeblowars should take warn ing and adopt the shirt waist. Monsieur Humbert plea Is that he left business matters entirely to madam and devoted himself "exclu sively to art and poetry.” There has been a growing suspicion that nion steur would turn out a good deal of a cur. And now comes another mosquito expert and says that the smoking josS sticks have no terrors at all for the thing that sings and stings. At this rate the suffering public will lose ail faith in science and return to the screen and the slap. ; MODERN AMERICAN GIRL. j When I met her on t he steamer Coming hack from foreign climes, A bright maiden, did 1 deem her. And we had some pleasant times. She was bright in conversations. And such learning she displayed When we spoke of other nations That 1 was in truth <hsmayed. She'd a foreign education, Knew the language of each land; 1 waa dumb with admiration Though 1 could not understand. But her English waa affected. And for this naught could atone, learning others she'd neglected To study up her own. She could read me quite a sermon On the history oS France, When she spoke of legends German I displayed gross Ignorance. And the bit i'd learned at college Seemed ridiculous until I discovered she'd no knowledge Of the fight at Bunker Hill. — Brooklyn Eagle. “EZEKIEL” ....IT"— — ' " — 11 ‘‘Well, Mr. 'Alllday, anybody 'ud think as you'd been turned into tho streets a beggar instead of bein' com fortably settled in as smart a little shop as ever I clapped eyes on, and free of expense too!” Eiekiel Halliday groaned as his eyes wandered round the bright, gaudily papered room and he bent his white head to hide a great tear that was slowly coursing down his cheek. Mar tin was a good soul, but why couldn’t she leave him in peace! "And 'ow anyone could fret thelr selves silly over that dirty old Book sellers’ row' is beyond me. It ought to ave been done away with years ago, and any clean and sensible person could see! Why, never a day passed but I humped ray poor ’ead agatnst them pesky doorways, and as for that parlor be'ind the shop, it wasn't larger than a mousetrap and was just about as musty! “Me an' my old girl found it com fortable enough for fifty happy years, Martha,” the old bookseller broke out at length, stung by the contempt of the charwoman’s voice. "And the musti ness didn't prevent our living to a good old age. I'm 93 now and she only died two years ago come Christmas. I'm glad she didn’t live to see the old place. Was It—was it there when you passed this morning Martha?” he asked piteously, folding his shaking hands over the worn head of his stick. Martha tossed her head as she laid the cloth for tea. "It was standing there right enough then,” she replied carelessly, “but they were at work on the house next to it?" “Next to it, Martha, next to it?” Zeckel, as everyone called him, tot tered to his feet, stretching out a hand for his hat that hung on a peg. But Martha guessed his intention. "Now, then,” she said with well meant firmness, "you don’t leave this parlor till you've 'ad a fresh cup of tea. The men ’ull be leavin’ off work now and if the old place is gone you tfon’t bring it back by goin' off with out a sup or bite.” Zeckel fell back into his armchair with working lips. "It's true,” he moaned. "Nothing can bring the old things back, Martha! You’re a young woman, and you don't see things like we do.” “Young, indeed!” Martha was on the shady side of forty, so she was not ill-pleased at the soft Impeachment. "Well,’ she returned, slightly modi fied. "I suppose we don’t. All I know is that I’d—that I’d thank Providence on my bended knees If it 'ud give me a 6hop in the Charing Cross road. But there's the bell. The tea ’ull be ready by the time you come back." Zeckel rose and attended to his cus tomer with the accustomed care and genial bonhomie which had made him quite a personality in Booksellers’ row. Left alone, the smile died out of his eyes, and he*drooped wearily over the freshly polished counter. "Yes, It was enough,” he reflected, "this shop, with Its linoleum-covered floor and shining brown shelves, Its shrill electric bell I Fingered its yellow pages lovingly. and other modem conveniences; there was nothing missing—nothing but those subtle associations which alone create the real atmosphere of home. And no one knew, no one under wood. . . He took up a broken-baeked volume lying at his elbow and fingered its yeliow pages lovingly. It was a rare edition of “Pilgrim's Progress.'' much coveted by a certain celebrated novel et, who bad imagined tiat the old man could not possibly understand its value. Understand! Zeckel straightened himself and chuckled at the idea. There wasn't a man in London that could hoodwink him into buying an imitation of the real article! Many a time Charles Dickens had tried to play a trick on him, and had declared him to be "a wily old beggar.” Mar A confused mass of stones, bricks and mortar alone marked the place. tha’s impatient voice behind the glass door recalled him to the press of real ities of life. "Come along now,” she exclaimed. "Drink your tea and eat this nice piece of buttered toast. I’ve cut all the crusts off.” The rough kindness of her tone as she settled the cushion in his chair comforted the old man somewhat and he obeyed her meekly. "You're very good to me, Martha,” he said suddenly. “Nonsense. 'Aren’t I known ye for the last twenty years, and didn’t 1 lay out the poor old missus, avowin’ all the time in my ’eart to see you com fortable every evenin’, 'usband or no 'usband! And now,” she added, with a quick change of voice, “I can't stay another minute; mine must be 'ome by this time and starvin’!” Mrs. Martha Mugg was a typical charlady. She invariably alluded to her “other half” as "mine,” and no one had ever seen her without the bonnet with red roses which always graced her grizzled locks. Zeckel sighed as the ample be shawled figure passed out into the warm, gray evening. She had been a kind friend to him in her clumsy way. How would she get on. he wondered, with his grandson, the smart, up-to date young man who was coming to morrow to take charge of the busi ness. He had long been too feeble in health to manage the shop, and at length he had taken Martha's advice and written to his dead daughter's eld est son. He could never have given in at the old place—but now—what did it matter! Six o’clock struck from the old dim faced clock. How queer and strange was the sound as it reverberated in the wide, high-ceilinged parlor! Zeckel rose stiffly, having flushed his tea with a great effort, and once more reached out for the broad wide awake he always wore. “I shan't be long,” he said to the boy whom he employed to do odd Juba about the shop. A thin drizzle had set in as Zeckel hobbled along the Charing Cross road. It had been pouring wet weather for the last week or so, but every even ing at about the same time the trem bling old figure could have been seen making its way to the spot where the be§t of its life had been spent. Zeckel reached his goal at la**, his dim eyes bent on the ground for very fear of what he dreaded to see. . . . But he had come to know. . . . With a jerk he raised his head. . . . Ah, dear heaven! It had been land ing this morning, and now a confused mass of stones, brick and mortar alone marked the place. Zeckel stood still for a space, a piti ful figure in the falling rain. His jaw had dropped and the blue eyes were fixed in a piteous stare upon the ruins of what was once his kingdom. “Why, Zeckel,” said a kindly voice at the old man's elbow, “what are you doing standing there in the rain, as if you'd lost yourself?” Zeckel recognized one of his custom ers. 1 was saying good-by to the old place,” he replied huskily, making a feeble effort to raise his hat, “but I’d test be getting home now. Evening, sir.” The young journalist hurried on and the old man crept feebly down the busy thoroughfare. A strange numb ness and weariness was coming over him. and he leaned heavily on the gnarled "stick. Somewhere near here Mooney’s should be. He would go in and take Mb modest half pint of stout and rest a while. Then he remem bered Mooney’s had gone, too, and its place knew it no more. Farther on was Short's, transformed and magnifi cent in its white paint. No, he would r.ot go there. ... If only he could find a sea. There was the Embank ment. It would be quiet there. Slowly and painfully Zeckel made his way down a steep turning until he reached the wide, gray river. How far off seemed the roar of the traffic as Zeckel dropped heavily into an empty seat. Ah! he had no place in this new London with its broadened streets and its intolerance of old ways and customs. The river alone had rot changed, but flowed on grandly, majestically. Zeck el watched it dreamily, conscious of a great, immense stillness that was stealing over everything. He was in the old shop again, talking and bar gaining with Mr. Dickens, Above the short blind of red muslin that screened the parlor door he could catch glimpses of the little wife’s bonny face as she tai l his tea. She was singing softly to herself the while: My love Is like a red. red rose That's newly blown in June, Mv love is like a melody That’s sweetly played in tune. The ait was full of the sweet melody and now the river, too, was taking it up. But gradually even that sound faded. A barge passed by and disap peared into the dream like blue mist that was rising. Zeckel followed it with dazed, tired eyes for a second or so; then his head fell back and he drew a deep sigh as the stillness crept over his broken heart, lulling it to an everlasting sleep. THE ROAST THAT WAS UNDONE. Culinary Accident Due to Use of Rub ber Tray. When George Creighton goes up to Sullivan county this summer he will be careful to keep all ef his photo graphic apparatus under lock and key. And his landlady, Mrs. Hubbard, will be a little more careful about borrow ing his things. One morning last summer George left two of his rubber trays on a bench outside the house to drain, and went fishing. Mrs. Hubbard absent mind edly picked up the trays and took them into the kitchen. When George came back and saw the house his first thought was that it was on fire, smoke was streaming from the kitchen windows, and Mrs. Hubbard came running towards him wringing her hands, her eyes watery. ' Oh, George,” she cried. “I don't know what can be the matter. 1 put chicken in the oven a little while ago, and when I opened the door to baste it the oven was full of smoke, and it had the awfullest smell! There must have been something the matter with chicken.” As George stepped into the kitchen his nostrils were greeted with an over powering odor of burning rubber. "Mrs. Hubbard,” he said, "what kind of a pan did you put the chicken in?” "One like this.” she replied, show ing him the other tray.—New York Press. Sealing Wax and Wafers. Francis Rousseau, a native of Auxer res, who traveled a long time in Per sia. Pegu, and other parts of the East Indies, and who. in 1692, resided at St. Domingo, was the inventor of seal ing wax. A lady, of the name of Longueville. made this wax known at court, and caused Louis XIII to use it; after which It was purchased and used throughout Paris. By this article Rousseau, before the expiration of a year gained 50.000 iivres. The oldest seal with a red wafer ever yet found is on a letter written by Dr. Krapf at Spires in the year 1624 to the government at Bareuth.— Stray Stories. The Kits, Dear Maid. The kiss, dear maid! thy lip has left Shall never part from mine Till happier hours restore the gift Untainted back to thine. Thy parting glance, which fondly beams, An equal love may sec: The tear that from thy eyelid streams Can weep no change in me. I ask no pledge to make me blest In gazing when alone; Nor one memorial for a breast Whose thoughts are all thine own. Nor need T write—to tell the tale My pen were doubly w«ak: Oh what can Idle word* avail Unless the heart can speak? By dav or night. In weal or woe That’ heart, no longer free. Must bar the love it cannot show, / And, silent, ache for thee. f —Lord Byron. Young Women Defy Superstition. There are thirteen young women in Chester, Penn., who have no fear of fate in connection with that unlucky number. They invariably have charge of No. 13 table at social functions in connection with St. Michael's church, hold parties of thirteen and recently, et a reception given by the chairman. Miss Mamie Duffy, sat down to supper at thirteen minutes of 9 and aroRe from the table at thirteen minutes of 10. One Honest Postmaster. The postal investigation will never cause a ripple in the Newport, Neb., office. “Two gents’ umbrellas were left in the postoffice,” advertises this incorruptible official in the Newport Republican. “Owners may have same by calling. We have a good one of •>»r own." THE GREAT PLAGUES REMINDERS OF THE DAYS OF EPIDEMICS. How the Stricken Inhabitants ot Towns in the Middle Ages Combat ted the Evils of the Times—Plaguf Stones. The story of the great plague of London is familiar to all readers of history and has been dealt with by many writers of fiction. Even the bypaths of history supply much suggestive matter, while hidden away In church wardens and other old accounts are many items that remind us of those day®. Here, for example, are two entries from the parish accounts of St. Mary Woolnoth, London: 1593-4. Item, for setting a cross upon one Allen's doors in the stck, nesse time .Ijd Item, paid for setting two red crosses upon Anthony Sound his dore .ilijd The crosses were about a foot in length. The crosses served as a cau tion against entering such houses. In various parts of England the plague stones are silent reminders of the time when epidemics laid low so many inhabitants both in town and country. A stone in the Derby Arboretum bears the following inscription: •'Headless Cross or Market Stone— This stone formed part of the ancient Cross at the upper end of Friar Gate, and was used by the inhabitants of Derby as a market stone during the visitation of the plague, 1665. ft is thus described by Hutton in his His tory of Derby’: ‘“1665—Derby was again visited by the plague at the same time in which London fell under the severe calamity. The town was forsaken; the farmers declined the market place; and grass grew upon that spot which had fur nished the supports of life. “ ‘To prevent a famine, the Inhabi tants erected at the top of Nuns’ Green, one or two hundred yards from the buildings, now Friar Gate, what bore the name of Headless Cross, con sisting of about four quadrangular steps, five feet high. I knew it in per fection. ‘“Hither the market people, having their mouth primed with tobacco as a preservative, brought their provisions, stood at a distance from their prop erty. and at a greater from the town’s people, with wnom they were to traf fic. “ 'The buyer was not suffered to touch any of the articles betore pur cease: when the agreement was fin ished he took the good and deposited the money in a vessel filled with vine gar. set for that purpose.’ ” The mention of tobacco in the fore goirg inscription is a curiosity, show ing that the weed was then regarded as a very efficacious preventive. Winchester suffered much from the plague in 1666. On the downs near the city are numerous curiously shaped mounds, which are said to cover the pits into which the dead were cast. When the pestilence raged a primi tive kind of quarantine was practiced. The country folk supplied food, which was placed on a stone outside the ^lty, and in exchange the citizens placed money In a bowl of water. The old plague stone still remains, built into the base of a monument, which bears an inscription as fol jows: ‘ This monument is erected by th» Society of Natives, on the very spot cf ground fron which the markets were removed, and whose basis is the very stone on which exchanges were made whilst the city lay under the scourge of the destroying pestilence, in the year sixteen hundred sixty-six. The Society of Natives was fonnded on the 26th of August, 1669, for the relief of the widows and orphans of their fellow-citizens who died of the great plague.” Beneath a spreading tree in thf* grounds of Tothby house, near Alford, Lincolnshire, is a plague stone. About 275 years ago the inhabitants of Spils by and the surrounding villages day after day tolled up to the top of Miles Cross hill, which overlooks the wide marsh country, with Alford lying Just at the foot. At the top they left food, etc., for the poor sufferers and took in return money deposited in vessels containing water or other liquid placed on the plague stone. Then the people of Al ford came up the other side of the hill for their supplies. Thus the two parties kept well apart.—Chambers’ Journal. Vesuvius Long at Work. The most recent excavations show that Vesuvius began its work as a conservator of antiquity earlier than the memorable year A. D. 79. During the excavations in the valley of the Sarno, near San Marzano. some most interesting antiquities have come to light. Titese had been covered up by a volcanic deposit about six feet thick, which points to an eruption of Ve suvius which must have taken place in the seventh century before Christ. The relics include a Greek burying place, p.rchaic Italian tombs and vari ous bronzes and terra-cottas. Prominent in Three States. Page. Morris, who goes to the federal bench, was born in Virginia, became an adopted son of Texas later and has lepreseiited Minnesota in congress for the last six years. Good Plan. Stubb—Yes, 1 think we would have better protection if they put two pc llceuen on this beat. Pi nn—'t hink so? Stubb—Yes; one would snore so vud he’d wake the other ip. Iowa Farms S4 Par Acre caart, haissce t* crop till paid. MULU ALt. Sloua City, U Chaunccy’s Uncle Made 'Em. Anything to rivet the attention of the passerby seems to be\the New York merchants’ motto. In; a shoe store window in upper Broadway is a pair of very old. much worts shoes, above which is a placard reading: "This pair of snoes was sold In 1860 in PeekskiH by Senator Chauncey Depew’s uncle.” All Up to Date Housekeeper* os* Defiance Cold Water Ktaroh. because It Is better, and 4 oz. more of it for earn* money. There is a fortune in store for the man who will invent a powder that will not become dough under perspira tion. I am sure Plao's Cure tor Consumption saved my life three years ago —Mrs. Taos. Robbins. Maple Street, Norwich. N. Y.. Feb. ]?. 10OQl The man who has a fine summer home usually has the dyspepsia so badly that he can't enjoy himself any how. IF TOO USE BALL BLUE, Get Red Cross Ball Blue, the best Ball Blue. Large V! oz. package only 5 cents. If a lamb wanders too far from home It may return shorn of its fleece. Insist or> Getting It. Pome grocer* say they don’t keep De fiance Starch. This is because they have a stock on hand of other brands containing only 12 oz. in a package, which they won't be able to sell first, because Defiance con tains Hi oz. for the same money. Do you want 16 oz instead of 12 oz. for same money I Then buy Defiance Starch. Requires no cooking No matter how musical a man may be. there was never a mosquito yet that could hum him to sleep. GREATLY REDUCED RATES Via WABASH RAILROAD. Home Visitors’ Excursion to points Id Indiana, Ohio and Kentucky, sold Sept. 1st, 8th, 15th and Oct. 6th, at very low rate, long limit returning. HALF FARE Baltimore. Md., and return sold Sept. 17th. 18th and 19th. Little Rock, Ark., and return sold Oct. 2nd, 3rd and 4th. Detroit. Mich., and return sold Oct. 14th, 15th. 16th and 17th. Homeseekers’ Excursion to many points South and Southeast, one way and round trip tickets sold the first and third Tuesdays of each month. Tb^ Wabash is the only line pass ing the World's Fair Grounds, giving all a view of the buildings and grounds. Through connections. No bus transfer this route. Elegant equipment consisting of sleepers, FREE reclining chair cars and high back coaches, on all trains. Ask your agent to route you via the Wabash. For rates, folders and ail Information, call at Wabash City office, 1601 Farnam street or address HARRY E. MOORES, Genl. Agt. Pass. Dept., Omaha, Neb. All things comes to him who waits. A Complete Automobile. Dr. W. N. MeVicar, bishop coadju* tor of Rhode Island, tells a funny ex perience at a recent visit to Boston. He say some boys trotting down Tre mont street and keeping close togeth er. One of them kept saying "Chug! Chug! Chug!” and nnother occasion ally said "Toot!” The bishop asked what they were doing, and was in^ formed they were playing "automo bile.” The one saying “chug” was the engine, the one saying "toot” the chauffeur, and the one saying nothing was a friend taking a ride. The auto moved on, and the bishop noticed a fourth boy running along about fifty feet behind the others, and asked him what he represented. “Oh, I’m the smell,” was the perfectly serious an swer. Loubet and Cambridge. President Ixiubet, in calling on the1 Duke of Cambridge, held converse with a prince who remembers the days of I^ouis XVIII and Charles X, knew Louis Philippe and Napoleon HI, and has twice seen a republic as the ruling factor in France. More over, the Duke of Cambridge fought' alongside the French troops In the, Crimea and is the only survivor ofi that campaign who held a brigade command. Napoleon Bonaparte died when the Duke of Cambridge was 2 years old. and the transference of the body of the emperor from St. Helena to the Invalides was undertaken when the duke had completed his majority. I* our revolutions in France have oc curred during the duke’s lifetime. GOT TO Have Sharp Brains Nowadays or Drop ' Back. The man of to-day no matter what hl9 calling, needs a sharp brain and to get this he needs food that not only gives muscle and strength but brain and nerve power as well. A carpenter and builder of Mar quette, Mich., who is energetic and wants to advance in his business, read an article about food in a re ligious paper and In speaking of his experience he said: "Up to three year ago I had not been able to study or use my thinking powers to any ex- . tent. There was something lacking ) and I know now that it was due to the fact that my food was not rebuild ing ray brain. "About this time I began the use of the condensed food Grape-Nuts and the result has been I can think and plan with somo success. It has not only rebuilt my brain until it is stronger and surer and more ac tive, but my muscles are also harder and more firm where they used to be loose and soft and my stomach is now in perfect condition. I can endure more than twice the amount of fatigue and my nights’ rest always completely restores me. In other words I am enjoying life, and I at tribute it to the fact that 1 have found a perfect food.” Name given by Poa tum Co., Battle Creek, Mich.