The Loup City northwestern. (Loup City, Neb.) 189?-1917, September 18, 1903, Image 6

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    The chicken looks Ilk# a benevolent
•ye upon the amateur gardner.
Children are won by randy, women
by bonnets, men by schemes.
ton never bear any one complatn
about "Defiance Starch." There ta
none to equal It In quality and quan
tity, 1C ounces. 10 cents. Try It now
and save your money.
It Is more blessed to give than to
have to pay for your own gifts.
The voice of a mob reaches into tha
Home Visitors’ Excursion to points
In Indiana, Ohio and Kentucky, sold
Sept. 1st. 8th, 15th and Oct. Otli. at
very low rate, long limit returning.
raltlmo-e, Md„ and return sold Sept.
17th, 18th aDd 19th.
Little Rock, Ark., ami return sold
Oct. 2nd, 3rd and 4th.
Detroit, Mich., and return 3old Oct.
14th, 16th, lGth 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.
The Wabash is thp only line pass
ing the World's Fair Grounds, gtving
ail a view of the buildings and
grounds. Through connections. No
bus transfer this route. Elegant
equipment consisting of sleepers.
FREE reclining chair cars und high
hack coaches, on ail trains.
Ask ycur a^ent to route you via
the Wabash. For rates, folders and
all Information, call at Wabash City
offlee, ICO! Farnam street or address
Gcnl. Agt. Pass. Dept.,
Omaha, Neb.
To Visit All the Capitals.
Jpan A. (’rone, a newspaper man
of Augusta. Me., who Is to visit every
state capital in the United States, cov- I
erin ga distance of over 21.009 miles 1
lr.Ei.le of three years and six months.
Is nearing Lansing. Mich ..having al- I
rea l” covered 2,194 miles since April J
1 He is making the journey on a
wager of $6,000 ami is walking the ;
entire distance, pushing a wheelbar
row-shaped contrivance which he calls
a trolyette, which contains his cloth
ing, Bleeping tent, food, etc.
If yon wihh beautiful, clear, white clothes
ns« Hoi Cross Hall Blue. Large 2 os.
package, & ceuts.
Five Kings at a Wedding.
At least five sovereigns will attend
the marriage of F'rince Andrew of
Greece and Pilneoss Alice of Batten
berg. The czar. Emperor William.
King Edward, King Christian and j
King George have promised to at
tend the ceremony.
Try me just once ana I am sure
to come again. Defiance Starch.
A baby’s first attempt to walk is a
trial balance.
PI»o'» Cure'.« the best mrdleln* w« ever used
for all alTeeUou* of the throat anil lung*. -Wa
O. K.vusi.kt, Vanburen, tod.. Feb. to, 1000.
Wine Testing by Telephone.
Wine testing by telephone Is the lat
est contrivance of a Paris Inventor
Unscrupulous venders will not blame
TO. Maneuvrier. assistant director ol
'be laboratory of researches of the
Paris faculty of sciences. He has just
discovered an Infallible method of as
certaining by the uso of the telephone
how much a given quantity Ci wine has
been watered. The principle on which
the Invention rests is the variable con
ductivity oi different liquids, notahly ;
of wine and water. The aparatus
works as follows: Two vessels, one
containing wine known to be pure, the
other the same quantity of the wine
to be tested, are placed on an Instru
ment outwardly resembling a pair of
scales. The telephone Is i:i contact
with both liquids. If the sample ol
wine utjder observation Is a3 pure as
T».e standard lued for comparison nc
sound Is heard; if. on the coutrary, it
contains water, the telltale telephone
"speakH, and the greater the propor
tion of water the louder the instru
ment complains. A dial on which a
number of figures are marked is con
nected with the telephone. To ascer
tain the proportion of water in the
wine tested, the operator moves a
hand on the dial until the telephone,
which has been "speaking" all this
time, lapses Into silence. The hand
has thu3 been brought to a certain
figure on the dial. Thiis number Is
then looked up in a chart which the
ingenious and painstaking Inventoi
has drawn up, and corresponding to it
Is found Indicated the exact propor
tion of water contained in the quan
tity of wine.
“Quit Wrong Food and Eat Craps
An Illinoisan who has boon through
tho mill nays: "Last Spring I was so
bad with Indigestion I could not. digest
even soft cooked eggs and doctor said
I must eat predigested food and pre
scribed Grape Nuts. I changed for the
better before I bad used one package,
eating it throe tidies a day.
"AJy improvement on Grape-Nuts
food was so wonderful that I con
cluded to use your food drink Postum
In place or tea and to make a long
story short 1 have not been without
Grape-Nuts and Postum since and my
present health proves my doctor's
wisdom In prescribing Grape-Nuts. 1
have got strong as a horse and well
and I owe It all to your delicious food
and Postum.'' Name given by Pos
tum Co.. Hattie Creek, Mich.
In the making of Grajie-Nuts food
all the Indigestible starches of the
grain are transformed into Post sugar.
Every partlclo of Grape-Nuts is digest
ible in tho weakest stomach. Physi
cians have never found a stomach
too weak to digest and assimilate
I.ook in each package for a copy ol
the famous little >ook, "The Road to
the: old, old story
Up anchored fast his Ashlng-bont.
Hp made a cushion of his coat.
And sat anil watched his bobber float
From early morn till night.
At hour on hour thus Idly spent
Tn slow succession came and went,
He passed the time In sweet content
While waiting for a bite.
When shadows bade bim fish no more.
He piled the limy, dripping oar
And sought a lad upon the shore.
His string of bass to buy.
Next morning in the busy mart
He told a tale all knew by heart.
Yet told It with such Wondrous art
None knew the old. old lie.
—Brooklyn Kagl*.
Copyrighted. 190.1. by The Authors Publishing Company
hand: “Head, and you will find your
Word for word, their conversation
stared him in the face, only his name
was absent. The answer of the hero
ine, for a moment, banished all hope.
He read:
"I cannot. Literary fire, eventually,
would destroy our happiness. I must
be true to my calling. You see ne
cessity just now required literary
material, and my love for my career
has overpowered the love I had for
you, so far, that 1 have submitted to
the public eye that which should have
been sacred."
He returned the sheets, and she
placed them in an envelope.
“Thanks for your timely aid," and
she impulsively extended her hand.
He grasped it firmly, as with a
smile be remashed: "Thl3 ending will
not please. Do you think so?” With
out giving her time to reply, he con
tinued: "The majority of the reading
community prefers stories which end
with the marriage of the heroine and
hero." His eye held hers until the
love light kindlod in her glance.
"Let me show you how to conclude
the story," he said. "Look upon me
as a figure needed as literary food
Come; it will take but a moment; one
short act of drama of life!”
He was masterful, and an irresist
ible power made her lips meet his.
I Her will became subservient as he
lolded her In his arms.
“Choose,” he said, with command
in his voice, “shall It be love or lit
"Love,” she whispered.
“Is this answer merely for the ben
efit of the story, or am 1 to hold it in
reality as a sacred promise to be my
She whispered tremulously: "Love
has gained. I will be your wife."
A glow of satisfaction lit his life
and he said—holding her at arms'
length to admire her exquisite
beauty: “I will always teach you how
to write your love scenes.”
Dwindling of Spec'ss Something Be
yond Our Control.
Attempts at the reintrodnotion of
any wild creature that has become ex
tinct very seldom meet with success.
"We are afraid." says Loudon Coun
try Life, "that the efforts made by
the late laird Lilford, Lord Walsing
ham and others to reintroduce the
great bustard Into Suffolk have met
with the usual fate. Sixteen birds
were turned loose in 1900 and now
only one pair remain and. unfor
tunately. their domestic arrangements
succeeded as badly this year as they
did last, the eggs laid being infertile.
It is worthy of note that the nests
this season and last season were
both placed in the field where the last
great bustard nested sixty years ago.
before the bird disappeared from Suf
folk. The history of the experiment
goes tar to show that the dwindling
of a species is generally due to
causes over which ruau has no con
trol. There are cases, such as that
of the bittern, where one can under
stand that extinction has been due tc
such causes as the drainage of the
moss and mire, but there are others
for which no explanation is given.
For example, why should the kite,
once the commonest of London birds,
now be esteemed a rare visitor? Or
why should the red-legged chough
have almost vanished, while the jack
daw and the rook are even as the sea
sand for multitude?"
Evening Hymn.
To the sound of evening bells
All that lives to rest repairs.
Birds unto their leafy dells,
Beasts unto their forest lairs.
All things wear a home-bound look,
From the weary hind that plods
Through the cornfields, to the roof
Sailing towards the glimmering woods
’Tis the time with power to bring
Tearful memories of home
To the sailor wandering
On the far-off barren foam.
What a still and holy time!
Yonder glowing sunset seems
Like the pathway to a clime
Only seen till now in dreams.
Pilgrim' here compelled to roam.
Nor allowed that path to tread:
Now. when sweetest sense of home
On nil living hearts Is shed.
Doth not yearning sad, sublime.
At this season stir thy breast.
That thou oanst not at this time
Seek thy home and happy rest?
—Richard Chenevlx Trench.
Horse Dies of Broken Heart.
A horse owned by John Dillon o
Holyoke and known an the “Old Wald
horse." dropped dead in the stable the
Other day. after over thirty years of
continuous service. Just a few mo
ments before bis death the old horse,
which had been recently moved to new
quarters in the stable, broke his hatter
and went back into the old berth
rvhicn he had occupied for several
Fall in Birth Rate.
The best calculation that can be shows that the average number
of children in the white native family
a century ago in the United States
war. more than six; in 183d it had
fallen to less than five: in 18(50 to less
than four; in 1872 to less than three;
in 1900, among the "upper classes” in
Boston, to less than two.
World’s Marriage Statistics.
Marriages average 3,000 a day in the
whole world. Of 1.000 men who marry
3:72 marry younger women, 570 marry
woman of the same age and ninety
night older women.
Indians in the Ministry.
in the Dakota presbytery composed
entirely of Indians, there are twenty
seven churches and 1,458 communi
cants. ministered to by fifteen India*
' Story of Intelligent Reptile That Needs
The naturalist, Joun Burroughs, is
opposed to nature books that treat oi
animals too imaginatively—that im
pute to animals sentiments of love,
pity, tenderness and refinement which
mankind has no way of proving that
they possess.
‘‘Sometimes, in reading one of these
fictitious nature stories—stories that
| many persons believe to be true—I am
: reminded,” Mr. Burroughs said one
I day, "of the story of the intelligent,
I copperhead. This story is quite a:
I true as many that are implicitly cred
' According to it, there was a man
who had the habit of teasing copper
heads. ITe would find a copperhead's
hole, and then he would wait beside it
till the snake returned—till it had got
ten so far into the hole that only the
end of the tall protruded. This he
would seize, and with a quick move
ment he would throw the snake twen
ty or thirty feet away. When the
snake returned to its hole the opera
tion was repeated, and so on until the
joker was weary.
"One day the man did this to a cop
perhead cf unusual intelligence. The
snake, on alighting the first time, did
not make for its hole again immediate
ly, as the others had always done; but
it lay stir, and regarded its tormentor,
thinking. Then, very slowly, it ap
proached the hole, turned round, and
entered backwards—entered tail first
—sneering slightly at the man whom
it had thus duped.”—Detroit News
Teetotal Friend Was Dead, but He
Still Lived.
He was an elderly man. very disrep
utable in appearance, and showing all
the sign3 of having been on a spree.
His niece, whom he had not seen for
some years, had come across him on
Twenty-eighth street quite by accident
and had taken him home and given
him “a square meal.” He expressed
his thanks and they sat for some time
talking about the people they both
knew and what had become of them.
The niece, who was married, was in
clined to resent the waywardness of
this particular member of her family,
and at last cave expression to her
thoughts. '
"Jini,” she said, severely, “why don’t
you turn over a new leaf and be a
man? Why. If it hadn’t been for
drink you’d be worth a lot of money
now. Yon've had lots of opportunities,
but drink always kept you poor. And
now look what you are.”
He looked at her a minute or so in
sIIodcp There was a resentful gleam
in hi;, eye that was half pitying.
“Umphi” he murmured. Then, af
ter a pane#: ‘ Sue, your father was a
teetotaler, wasn't he?”
“Well, he’s dead. I’m not!”—New
York Times.
Bluff Seaman Inspires Pastor.
From a primitive village in Hong
Island comes the story of a congre
gation whose pastor was debarred
from preaching to them because ol
illness. To fill his place one Sunday
there came a newly ordained minis
ter. who had never had a chance be
fore to preach. He was nervous, and
as he ascended the pulpit stairs his
knees smote together. The sexton,
a bluff old reitred sea captain, was
sorry for the youth and, leaning for
ward, he said in hoarse whisper:
"If you know this congregation as
well as I do. you wouldn't care a cuss
for the whole of them!”
A calm settled upon the preacher's
nervous system, for the ancient mar
iner had spoken a word in due sea
A Useful Wife.
Prof. I.add, the psychologist, of
Yale university, having had trouble
with ills eyes, went to a-n oculist,
who asked him what ho had been do
ing to get himself in such a state.
”1 have been looking at the sun to
note the effect of the rays on the
human brain,” said the professor.
“But you will destroy your sight if
you keep that up,” the doctor warned
Sk; months later the professor had
.his eyes examined again. The oculist
declared thorn to bo ell right, and
asked him bow be managed his ex
periments with the sun's rays.
Prof. Ladd said: “Oh, I have ray
wife look at the sun for me now.”—
New York Times.
These be the sunset flowers
Apollo, the port, doth paint;
Scarlet and ruby showers.
And shimmer of amber faint;
These to the Hebenn hours
Are Bohemian chalices paint.
Slumbrous In three cool bowers
We. the Utopians, dream:
Rejoicing In Nature's dowers,
This be our song and our themai
Laugh when Fortune’s brow lowers.
And quaff from these goblet* thul
glca m.
Hold high these chalices gemmed,
Pledge we the dryads and fays;
Flora, the queen, diademed.
Ruleth the Hours and the Days;
We, nt her feet, flower-hemmed.
And loyalty give and our praise.
An Unceasing War.
Few people know that an almost
continual state of warfare exists in
this country, the incidents of which
remain unchronicled by the general
press. Few weeks pass down on the
banks of the Rio Grande, which sepa
rates the United States from Mexico,
without some battle between smug
glers or bands of cattle thieves and
the men of the ranger service, in
which the Mexican troops sometimes
* co-operate with Uncle Sam's.
I The castle that % never stormed
' will surely stand.
Eeflanre Starch is put up 16 ounce*
in a package. It) cents. Oc» third
more starch for the same money.
Some men kill their friends by
swords; others by words.
T7so Red Cross Ball Blue and make them
white again. Large 2 os. package, 5 cents.
"Fools go in crowds"; man loves
--—-—- t+7
Mrs. Winslows
ror csiidreu teettilni?, «oi
lamnmt! ,>n, Ml*'* pain, m
It is the friction of life that polishes
up its rough edges.
To Cure n Cord In one day.
fake Laxative Bromo Quinine Tablets. AH
druggists refund money if it fuils to cure. 2ic,
A ten cent argument often ends in
a $10 quarrel.
Mother Gray’3 Sweet Powders for Children,
used by Mothr*- Gray, a nurse in Children's
Home, New York, cure Summer Complaint,
Feverishness, Headache,Stomach Troubles,
Teething Disordets and Destroy Worms. At
all Druggists', 25c. Sample mailed FREE.
Address Allen S. Olmsted, J.e Roy, N. Y.
The boy of twelve who doesn’t know
more than his father, needs attention.
The shield of faith was not meant t<
protect the ccnsclence.
^ootnvng Fyrnn.
t'-m ttm trum*. reduce* !*
rr* »led colic, ascabottle.
Try One Package.
If "Defiance Starch" does not
please you, return It to your dealer.
If It does you get one-third more for
the same money. It will give you
satisfaction, and will not stick to the
A woman is rarely jealous of an
elderly spouse—and yet!
All the world's a stage, but many of
the actors are only understudies.
Often they who try to uproot Chris
tianity only shako down its fruits.
It’s no sign that stocks are feverish
because they absorb water freely.
The Popular Fad of "Munching.”
One of the popular fads in Newport
at present is "munching," which
means merely eating very slowly.
Munching is one of the numerous pre
ventives of growing avoirdupois, and
as it has the recognition of King Ed
ward it is naturally regarded with
much favor in Newport. The theory
is that every particle of food must lie
chewed slowly and carefully until no
solid material remains to be swal
lowed. Slow eating i3 merely carried
to an extreme by the new treatment.
All Loudon society, threatened with
too much flesh Is said to be chewing
very long and very thoroughly and
American converts to the system are
already numerous. Its effect is said
to be noticeable at dinners, which have
come to be known as munching parties
and are much less vivacious than they
were when eating and drinking went
on rapluly. Persons who eat slowly
also eat much less than those who eat
An Old Soldier’s Experience.
Dennard. Ark., Sept. 7th. Mr. E. J.
Hicks, merchant of this place, haa
written for publication, an account of
a personal experience, which is very
‘1 am an old Federal soldier,”
writes Mr. Hicks, "and shortly after
the close of the war I was taken sick.
I had aches and pains all over me,
fluttering of the heart and stomach
trouble. I Just simply was never a
moment without pain. I could not
sleep at night, and I was always tired
and tearfully weak.
“I toon medicine all the time, but
for a long time I was more dead than
alive. Altogether I sufforod for over
twenty years, and I believe I would
have been suffering yet, or in my
grave, if 1 had not read of Dodd's Kid
ney Pills.
"I got an almanac which told me of
this remedy, and I bought some of it.
1 started with three pills a day, but
increase 1 the dose to six pills a day. I
had not used many till m> pains be
gan to disappear. I kept on and now
I can sleep and eat a3 well as ever 1
could, and i feel like a new man, with
no pains or aches left.
"I will always recommend Dodd's
Kidney Pills, for they are a wonderful
Much of our happiness depends upon
the amount of affection we are ca
pable of Inspiring.
Ruin can't g't at
I genuine.
[your d«a l«r
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fur catalogue
H. 9. Sawyar
Jh Hon, Sola_
Kaal (ambrMf*. Baa*,
Her sanctum bespoke the literary |
woman. With pen poised in hand she
sat courting inspiration; but the
power to attract its influence seemed
to have drifted away. Again and
again she plead for just a slight
touch to awaken sleeping imagination
to assist in writing the story she must
send in at 5 o'clock. With doleful
; countenance she looked at the clean
sheet of paper spread invitingly be
fore her, and awaited suggestion:
1 ' This is the practical side of the
literary career for which I sighed.”
Her eyes wandered to the broad
patches of sunlight, which came in
through the open window, lighting up
with vivid gold the hunch of roses,
in a vase on her desk. She gathered
the flowers in her hand and buried
her fare amid their yellow petals.
“Ah.” she said with a sigh, “my
supplication is disregarded,” and she
replaced them in the vase.
The pine-laden air rannert her
cheeks, and she invoked the Sylvans,
but they answered her not.
At sixteen literary anticipation had
placed upon her a pinnacle. Now she
acklowledged herself the victim of
She glanced at the clock, saw the
hands were gliding on towards three.
The door opened, and a gentleman
entered. He said, extending his
"I knew you would forgive my en
tering unannounced. I knocked, and
receiving no answer took the privlege
ot an old friend.”
“When did you return?" she asked,
thinking of the incomplete story.
“This morning,” he replied, taking a
seat by her side. Her heart sank.
Evidently he had settled himself for
n visit. She watched the clock; the
minutes were flying.
“Do you still believe that literary
women should not marry?” he asked.
“Yes,” came in hesitating tones.
Then hope kindled a spark, and she
added, with animation. "They are not
suited to domestic life.”
“Why?" he asked, thinking how in
teresting she was.
"Because they cannot descend to
the matter-of-fact ways of married
She glanced at the blank sheet be
fore her; then at him. Her eyes
sparkled; there was an expectant look
on her face.
“You think more of literature than
of love?" and he endeavored to still
the regret in her heart.
"No; it is because 1 place love upon
r throne worthy of an undivided wor
ship, which a literary career will not
Beading glowing eyes upon her, he
ea'd passionately: "I would be satis
fled to divide.”
“You say so now, because, per
haps. you are iu love, but love allows
Her sanctum bespoke tbe literary
eo interference. Literary women are
ever on the ulert for material, and
I fear a husband’s love would soon
weaken for want of attention. Mr.
Ainsworth, a woman must give up a
literary career if she desires to be
coira a wife."
"If she loved sincerely she would
be more than willing to make the sac
rlfice,’’ and he cuostionetl her with a
“If she can make the sacrifice, a
literary career is not her vocation."
she spoke with emotion. Just one
hour remained to write the story. In
spiration had answered, but courtesy
demanded delay. What should she
do? Would he never go? The situa
tion was provoking.
He leaned near and tried to clasp
her hand, but the sharp point of the
pen pricked his palm, and he hur
“Love has gained. I will be your wife."
riedly withdrew. The contact of her
fingers thrilled him. and he longed
to tell her what was in his hpart.
Literary ambition incited her in
tellect. Her penholder demanded at
“What will compensate you for this
offering you place upon the altar of
literature? You are giving up the
best part of your life. Tell mo what
xeturn you expect?”
“Lame,'' and she reached out as
If to draw the paper nearer.
“An empty bauble at the mercy of
fickleness. The world will bestow it
upon you for a little while, until your
novelty is eclipsed by a later favor
ite; then will snatch the bauble, and
leave you alone and ‘‘forgotten. Tell
me. will this satisfy you? Will you
not be miserable?"
“Shakespeare gained this empty i
bauble, as you call it. and not only
retained it while living but after
death. The world at large has en
circled his name with an aureole
which will shine forever.”
He smiled; she had a high opinion
of her literary ability.
“He was one of the fortunates.
Will your name ever rank with his?
You will still crave adulation. There 1
will ever be an unsatisfied desire, and
you will have spent your youth vain
ly grasping after fame. Ambition has
been your aim; you have not taken
time to consider your lonely hearth.
Now the praise is yours, what is
left? Nothing Gradually you view
flie teality—an empty heart and
cheerless home. Tell me. can you
bear this?”
She was contemplating him earnest
ly, as he added:
“I nnj going to ask yon the same
question 1 put two years ago.”
The click of the clock startled her,
and she cried excitedly:
“Oh, Just wait twenty minute3.”
In wonder he watched her. as she
wrote rapidly. Apparently she had
forgotten his presence.
He feasted his eyes upon her bow
ed head with its wealth of golden hair,
as sh^et after sheet was covered by
dainty writing.
At last, with countenance ail alight,
she faced him. "I must send this
story in at 5 p. m. The clock warned
me lhat I had screcely time to write
it. You see I waived all ceremony,”
and she flashed the splendor of her
glaneo upon him.
‘T thank yon for allowing me to re
main while you performed the task.”
' lie took her hand, and she let her
i lingers close around his. Her eyes
i v/ere warm with gratitude; his with
; love, as he said: “May 1 ask you
a question?”
“Yes,” she murmured.
”Do you love me well enough to
give up your literary career and be
come my wife?"
She hesitated and a shadow of re
I gret settled on her face, as she saftl,
{ placing the written sheets In his