Loup City Northwestern J. W. BURLEIGH, Publisher. LOUP CITY, - - NEBRASKA. Bachelors will tell you that matri mony also is among the doubtful states. Dr. Hirsch tells us that marriage is fto picnic. The doctor’s text is older than the Pentateuch. France produced 9,000 novels last year—percentage adapted for perusal by The Young Girl not stated. There is a cat in London worth $5, 000—just as there are postage stamps that are “worth” $7,000 or so apiece. The Baldwin flying machine lighted in a tree. The only genuine and orig inal flying machines also light in trees. A minister says Manhattan island is named in the Bible. Certainly—that island is heaven on earth—if you are not bankrupt. A St. Louis woman has left her comparatively new’ husband because he is too good natured. It surely is hard to suit ’em. A Chicago newspaper says that John D. Rockefeller is "rich beyond the dreams of avarice.” Rot! Avarice never closes an eye. Prof. Langley may retort to Prof. Baldwin that anyway he wouldn’t give much for an airship that won’t stand when hitched. No, King Edward, you are not pow erful enough to set up the fashion of bracelets for men, and they are al ready worn by dudes. They say parting the masculine head of hair in the middle has really gone out. The side part’s the thing. Besides, it’s more masculine. Uncle Sam must be something of a farmer when the statistics show that the railroads received more than $463,« 000,000 for simply moving his 1904 crop. 4 —-*--- • - Really, the correspondents in St. Petersburg aren’t doing their full duty to the world. Are there any indications yet that the new baby is going to have a tooth? Young Mr. Thaw’s pretty little cho rus girl offers to give him up for $250, 000. But what can a pretty little cho rus girl be expected to know about ad valorem? Now that her husband is the King of Saxony, Louise, who ran away with Giron, seeks to join His Majesty in the exercise of the divine right ot kingship. The fifty Italians who plotted tc burn the Norfolk, Va., navy yards are to be shipped cut of the state. The Virginians think this is worse than capital punishment. King Edward has just celebrated his sixty-third birthday, but he hopes that he is in no immediate danger of losing his job so that a place may be made for a younger man. So Mr. Schwab has “made’’ $8,600, 000 and Mr. Gates $6,000,000 in the merry game of manipulating stocks. Our sincere condolences to the bleat ing lambs who lost their money. There is some hope for the plain people. A Georgia judge has sen tenced a chauffeur to a long term ot imprisonment for running down a farm wagon and injuring its occu pants. The vice president of Mexico attend ed the Gans-Britt prize fight at San Francisco recently. He says it was worse than bull fighting. What would he have thought if they had really fought? In view of the riot in the Spanish chamber of deputies, Premier Maura is going to suspend the sittings and ask for a vote of confidence. He seems to need one badly, among the flying inkstands. Doubtless the criminal who suggests novelties in the way of home-made Christmas presents for the male mem bers of the household is responsible for the report that knitting is coming back into style. John D. Rockefeller recited a poem to his Sunday school class in Cleve land when he bade it good-by for the winter a few weeks ago. If John D. develops a liking for it poetry may pick up a bit, after all. The London Times is printing ex tracts from its columns of even date 100 years ago, but, interesting as they are. they aren’t nearly as much so as extracts from its columns of even date 100 years hence would be. Treasury officials report that while some people have expressed a desire for the coinage of a new two-and-a-half cent piece, the real demand for such coin is small. Some fear its chief use would be to put in the contribution box. The New York papers are still pointing with singular pride to the pew in a fashionable church over there that has just fetched $1,550. That is Just about 2 per cent of the latest selling price of a single seat in the stock exchange. Being asked her occupation, a wit ness in a New York court cheerfully replied: “My occupation? I am a widow'. T don’t do anything.” Being asked her age she answered: “I will admit that I am over 21.” And yet some people think that lawyers seek ing information lead an easy life. All good Kentuckians are noting with considerable satisfaction that chemist Wiley isn’t saying anything disparaging about whisky, but confin ing his crusade to the harmful sub stances that people put into it. Song for the Swimmer A MEMORY OF BOYHOOD Suggested by rending that prince of polished proze, Lafcadlo Hearn's master piece—“Chita: A Memory of Last Island” -A story worthy of \ ictor Hugo's Ti :anesque imagination. When the haughty sun is burning, Whirling through thin, arid air, *nd his chariot wheels are turning, And he sheds a sultry stare. Like some haughty tryrant crashing, Spilling all his furious fire. Dr some panting leopard dashing. Throbbing with a fierce desire. When the copper sky gleams cruel* Like some big 'hot brassy shield, Scorching like some treacherous jewel, Parching all the shimmering field. When the blistering breeze is biting And seems to sift into your soul. \nd your heart knows scant delighting And you lose your self control. ■tweet to seek the river flowing. And dive into the bubbling stream Prattling on its way. and going Where dark, cool green mosses gleam; 3weet to feel the water round you Cooling all your feverish brain. Babbling blithe, as glad it found you, Cold and crystal as the rain! Plunge into the water brimming, Stretch your body in the stream, Satiate your soul with swimming. Cool life’s hot, tumultuous dream. The bubbling billows all around you Seem to wash your cares away. Starry spray will soft surround you, Tingling for life's lusty fray. Sweet to steep your soul in slumber, Drifting down dim. shoreless sea, Dropping all the cares that cumber, Floating, tranced in ecstasy. Lulled by breezes soft and tender, Snugly curled in downy nest. Ivory dreams of radiant splendor Soothe your deep and wholesome rest. The brave embraces of the ocean Are softer than your girl’s caress, , When throbbing with a wife's devotion She folds you from life's storms and stress. The salt of the sea will sting and thrill you. And nerve you for life's strenuous fray. The feathery spray will foam and fill you With rapture of the youth at play. Sweet is sleep to those that labor, Sweet is rest to those that toil. Sweet the grasp of girl or neighbor, Sweet the smelling of the soil. All these things are for the giving. Fresh as dew or rippling rain, But the supreme joy of living— Grappling with gray, shaggy main! JAMHS E. KINSELLA. Registry Division. Chicago Postofliee. Explodes an Old Belief The bloodhound is a much-adver tised and greatly overrated dog, ac cording to the Washington Star. If he had a press agent and should to?e | his diamonds he could not get more notoriety than comes to him in the daily papers. An item of news some ; thing like this is printed almost daily: i “Robbers came to Squeedunk last | night. They broke into the black smith shop and took tools, with which j they broke open the postoffice safe. They then escaped on a handcar. A posse with bloodhounds is in pursuit.” After every railroad “hold-up” the report comes that a sheriff’s posse with bloodhounds has started on the trail. There are few bloodhounds in the United States outside the kennels of some dog fanciers and “Uncle Tom’s Cabin.” The “bloodhound” of the south and southwest, the “blood hound” that does all this trailing in ! the newspapers and trots along with : every sheriff’s posse is not a blood | hound at all. He is usually a hound i and has blood in him. but that is as I near to being a bloodhound as th>s (dog gets. Often he is a toxhoune. Some of these hounds are trained from puppyhood to follow the scent of a man, just as some are trained to follow the scent of a dere, rabbit or other four-footed game. Every man has a scent peculiar to himself, though most men do not like to admit it. No dog completely recognizes his master without a few sniffs by way of inves tigation. Sometimes these “bloodhounds” are clever in trailing a man if the scent, which hangs close to the ground, has not been dissipated or confused with other scents. In most cases, though, these dogs are vastly overestimated. The owner of a pack naturally thinks his dogs the greatest ever and insists on the marvels and mysteries they can smell out. A great chance is taken when a man is convicted on the testi mony of a hound's nose. In the matter of ferocity, these “bloodhounds'’ are about as harmless as kittens after their claws have been manicured. These dogs would not bite a defenseless tramp. They would rather run two days than fight half a minute. A bulldog could whip a yardful of these “bloodhounds” if he could catch them. Old Coinage of England The occupants of the ancient sees ; of Canterbury and York, during the Anglo-Saxon period, enjoyed the priv ilege of issuing their own coinage—a coinage rich in archaeological, artis tic and historical interest, says the ( Brooklyn Eagle. No record exists of the conditions and circumstances un der which the right of coinage was granted to the archbishops of Canter bury, beyond the intrinsic evidence of the coins themselves. Only one type of coin appears to have been issued— the silver penny. It is presumed, from the appearance of the earliest coins, the appearance on the earliest coins of the name of Offa, King of Mercia— one of the three chief kingdoms of ; early England—that that king first ; granted the privilege of an indepen dent ecclesiastical coinage. The first archbishop to issue this money was Jaenberht, who occupied I the see from A. D. 766 to 790. All his i coins bear Offa's name, while some ; bear his own. This prelate is noted in English history for his vigorous, though unsuccessful, attempt to resist King Offa's plan for destroying the power of the primatial see of Canter bury and transferring the primacy to a Mercian metropolitan. A synod was held in 787 at Chelsea, now a part ol London, and the archbishop was forced to give up a large portion of his province to Higbert, bishop ol Lichtteld, who was raised to the rank of an archbislrop. Jaenberht's succes sor, Aethelheard (A. D. 793-805), though elected in 791, did not receive the pallium till 793. During this in terval he appears to have struck coins with the title of Pontifex instead of Archiepiscopus. His early coins bear the name of Offa, while those struck after 706 bear that cf Coenwulf, who succeeded Offa as King of Mercia. Aethelheard’s earlier pennies have, in addition to the name of Offa, a star, a cross, the Christian monogram, etc. This prelate was also bishop of Winchester—the ancient capital of Ergland. Wolfhound a Noble Dog Beyond any question, the aristocrat of the canine family is the Russian wolfhound, otherwise the borzoi or barzoi, which is the Russian nraie for coursing dog. There is a refill'd elegance coupled with the indication of speed and strength about the Rus sian wolfhound which no other breed possesses. In western Europe he is merely the ornamental companion that he is in eastern America. In the coyote sec tion of our continent he can be made as useful as he is in Russia, and to assist in clearing off that scourge of the cattle ranches. When the borzoi was first brought to this country he was hailed as a natural born wolf de stroyer, and we started business un der the impression that all one had to do was to let a borzoi see a coyote and the latter’s death warrant was as ?ood as executed. The result was a natural failure, because, like a bird dog, the wolfhound must be trained to the work. American purchasers have no occasion to worry about that, however, for as the dog's high cour age is the result of education and en couragement, without it they are do ciie and obedient and fit companions for the ladies of the house, a role which they are pre-eminently fitted to fill by reason of their handsome and unique appearance—Country Life. Cost of English Living Most of the houses on and near the Leas are larger than the wont of i American houses, and the arrange ment much more agreeable and sensi ble than that of our average houses; the hallway opens from a handsome vestibule, and the stairs ascend from the rear ot the hall, and turn squarely, as they mount half way up. But let not the intending exile suppose that their rents are low; with the rates and taxes, which the tenant always pays in England, the rents are fully up to those in towns of corresponding size with us. Provisions are even higher than in our subordinate cities, especially to the westward, and 1 doubt if people live as cheaply in Folkestone as, say, in Springfield, Mass., or in Buffalo. For the same money, though, they can live more handsomely, for domes tic service in England is cheap and abundant and well ordered. Yet, on the other hand, they cannot live so comfortably, nor, taking the preva lence of rheumatism into account, so wholesomely. There are no furnaces in these very personable houses: steam heat is undreamt of, and the grates, which are in every room, and are not of ignoble size, scarce suffice to keep the mercury above the early j ’GOs of the thermometer’s degrees. II you would have warm hands and feet, you must go out of doors and wain them warm. It is not a bad plan, and if you can happen on a little sunshine out of doors it is far better than to i sit cowering over the grate, which has j enough to do in keeping itself warm.— Harper’s Magazine. Elephant Not Over Wise The process of elephant catching in India, as well as in Siam, tends to rather undermine one’s settled no tions of elephant sagacity, and to cre ate instead the feeling that a lot of sentimental tommyrot and mislead ing, ignorantly-conceived animal sto ries have been put forth aoout My Lord the elephant. The literal truth is that the elephant, for all its reputed intelligence, is driven into places that no other wild animal could possible be induced to enter, is in its native jun gle held captive within a circle through which it could pass without an effort, and bullied into uncomplain ing obedience by a force the smallest • raction of its own numb* Part of this is, no doubt, due to its exceed ingly suspicious nature; the other part to its »«tck of originality, to which latter defect, however, its notable amenability to discipline is attribut able. Apropos of smenabijitv. F-irid^r son records mounting and taking out of the keddah, unaccompanied oy a tame elephant, a female on the sixth day after her capture; and I saw on the lower coast of Siam an elephant that had been captured in a pitfall by natives three weeks previously, rowed out on two lashed sampans to a small coasting steamer and suc cessfully made to kneel that it might get through the port door between decks.—Caspar Whitney, in Outing. SELLING OLD “DUDS.'’ GIRL EASY VICTIM OF WILES OF OLD CLOTHES MAN. According to Fair New Yorker He Had the Art of Disparagement Down Fine—Made Her Ashamed of Her Lack of Taste. “If you want to realize how really cheap and mean you are, and what an awful figure you cut in the clothes you wear, and what bad taste you have, and a few other things that it is good for you to know,” said a New York woman, “just try to dispose of some of your old clothes to a profes sional old clothes man.” “Oh, I never could,” said the girl from Jersey. “I’d like to know why you couldn’t,” remarked the other scathingly. "Do you fancy you are too good or too re spectable? Why, Mrs. Astor does it! Mrs. Vanderbilt and the old clothes man are hand in glove. He told me so himself. He showed me a cotton velveteen dress that she sold him only last week. Yes, indeed; and you’ve no idea how scornful and how gorge ous he is. “I had a lot of last year’s garments that I had outgrown—not that I’m get ting fat, my dear, so don't look at me with pity in your eyes; 16U is not fat. Well, I had been seeing all sorts of advertisements in the papers about ‘highest prices’ given for cast-off clothing. They all seemed so anxious to pay out their money that I decided to get rid of my clothes in a lump. I couldn’t select among them, all were so full of golden offers. So I just shut my eyes and put my finger on one, and I sent that one a postal card tell ing him to call. “He came early the next morning— and really, my dear, he was so gorge ous and smart and beautiful in his silk hat and Prince Albert coat that I want ed to run when he caught me in my kimono, with my bangs done up in wiggers. "Alas! my dear. Do you remember that mink jacket I felt so proud of last winter?" “The one with the frogs and the cut steel buttons?" asked the girl from Jersey. “Yes. Well, would you believe it? Though I gave a ccol hundred for it, that fur wasn't real; and it must have been moth-eaten when I got it; and, although I thought it very smart, I assure you it was quite out of date— at least, it was beside Mrs. Vander bilt's cotton velveteen gow n, so the old clothes man assured me; and. if you had ever seen him, you couldn’t have doubted his word. “And my $40 foulard was a mere rag, scarcely worth fixing over. “And that French hat I paid $28 for was a complete bit of bunco-steering on the part of the milliner. Why, the ostrich feathers on it weren't even off an ostrich, but just made of cotton. "And you should have seen the fine scorn with which he glanced over all my silk petticoats and my last win ter's suit and relegated them to the rags. “And then what do you suppose he offered me? Five dollars for the lot!” “And what did you do?” asked the sympathetic girl from Jersey. “Well, I was so ashamed of those disgraceful garments, and so imuress ed with the idea of my own frightful bad taste that I accepted it to get rid of them, and went out and bought a collarette." “You silly girl!” “And, ch, I forgot to tell you, the old clothes man suggested that 1 come right down to his shop and spend that $5. He felt sure I shqjuld be charmed with Mrs. Vanderbilt s cot ton velveteen gown.”—New York Press. O Love of God. O Love of God, how strong and true! Eternal, and yet ever anew; I'nromprehended and unbought. Beyond all knowledge and all thought! O heavenly Love, how precious still! In days of weariness and ill. In nights of pain and helplessness. To heal, to comfort and to bless. O wide-embracing, wondrous Love, We read thee in the sky above; We read thee in the earth below. In seas that swell and streams that flow. We read thee best in Him that came To bear for us the cross of shame, Sent by the Father from on high, Our life to live, our death to die. OLove of God. our shield and stay Through all the perils of our way; Eternal Love, in thee we rest. Forever safe, forever blest. —Horatius Bonar. Capturing Wild Horses. The work of capturing wild horses in the vicinity of Fox mountain and Madeline plains has begun and sever al animals have been taken. This country is practically a wild unbroken stretch of mountains in western Nevada and eastern Califor nia that is too rough for any purpose except grazing and over which several thousand head of wild horses roam. The captured animals are invariably small but well proportioned and prove to be hardy, serviceable and obedient after being broken.—Cedarville Corre spondence Sacramento Bee. Refuses to Abide by Raffle. A. H. Liese, of Fresno county. Cal., put up his ranch for raffle. He sold tickets to the amount of $7,500. W. C. Wilkinson held the winning num ber, but Liese refused to surrender the ranch, saying that Wilkinson had no rights in law, as raffling is gambling. But Wilkinson has found an old stat ute which provides for the confisca tion of such property to toe State. Japanese War Play. The Japanese in San Francisco gave a war drama for the benefit of the widows and orphans of the Japanese army. The audience was Japanese, large and enthusiastic. A newspaper report of the play says the handling of the “Russians” in it was “fierce.” One Cossack received a three-inch cut on his arm from a Jap’s sword. Makes the Kaiser Liberal. The kaiser was so pleased over shooting a fine stag at Rominten that he gave $6,000 for the orphans and widows of the foresters and had his two beaters to dinner with them, plac ing one on each side of him. BURIAL CUSTOMS OF OLD. Warriors Laid to Rest With All Their Battle Trappings. A cemetery belonging to a garrison of Longobards has been found *ear Ascoli on the Tronto at a pass across the Apennines in Italy. The site of the fort is the top of an island of rock now occupied by a little hamlet called Castel Trosino. All the war riors were laid with their faces to the east. Near the head was found a comb made of horn or bone and a round shield with iron boss. On the right lay a long, straight iron sword in a scabbard of hide. Against the right shoulder was laid a long wooden spear and on the left a dagger in a highly ornamented sheath, decorated with gold, as well as a bow and arrows in a quiver. Generally there was present the buckle of a broad belt, often deco rated applique for belt and scabbard, fashioned of gold, silver or bronze. Small gold plates seem to have been sewed to the coat in the shape of a cross. One grave contained a heavy cuirass of plates bound together with iron wire. The horsemen had big shears for clipping manes and a large bronze feed trough with two movable handles; often bits, saddles and har ness were laid beside the dead. By the women were worn gold hair pins, with rounded flat heads, go'd earrings of different shapes, finger rings and gold plates. One ring has the names Gerontius and Regina en graved on it. Crosses and necklaces of gold and beads of glass, silver bracelets, pottery vases and plates of glass, cups, combs and other articles of the toilet accompany the remains of women. In Kansas After the War. After the civil war a Boston man was stopping at the Planters’ hon?e, the principal hotel of Leavenworth. Kan., and coming down to breakfast !ate ore morning he partook of that meal with the landlord. “Well, Mr.-,” said the landlord, “how do you like our western coun try?” “I like it very well,” said the Bos ton man, “or would if society here were in a more settled state.” “Nonsense,” said the landlord, “our society is as settled as that of Bos ton.” Just then a man named Anthony burst into the dining room and out of a back door, with a man named Jen nison pumring lead at him at eve«-y jump, and following him out into the outbuilding in the rear of the hotel. “How about society being as settled here as in Boston?” said the Boston man as he and the landlord crawled out from under opposite sides of the table. “I had forgotten about that Anthony. Jenrison matter,” said the landlom; “but if Doc Jennison has caught up with Anthony that is settled by this time."—Boston Herald. All Fair in Politics. Gen. Rockwood Hoar relates an amusing instance of the humors of a political campaign. It appears that a year ago during the campaign for the re-election of Gov. Bates and Lieut. Gov. Guild, portraits of those candi dates, as wrell as those of the opposite party were to be seen posted all through the state of Massachusetts. The rival bill posters must have been in great haste each to outdo the other, for it would seem that they were not always careful where they put their pictures. While passing through Haverhill one day the candidates were greatly disconcerted to observe their portraits pasted on one billboard over a litho graphic announcement of a theatrical attraction. Under the counterfeit pre sentments of the candidates were the words: “Vote for Bates and Guild.” The portion of the theatrical litho graph not covered by the political por traits bore the legend: “The Greatest Vaudeville Team on Earth.” Students of Political Economy. One of the most interesting young Englishwomen in America in many a year is Lady Dorothy Legge, daugh ter of the earl of Dartmouth, who trav eled from Boston to Hanover, N. H., with her parents to see her father lay the corner stone of a new building for the college bearing his name. Lady Dorothy is a deep student of political economy, and, like her brother. Vis count Lewisham, is a warm admirer of the younger nations. The viscount and his sister long have watched the development of two wonderful peoples —the Americans and the Japanese. Both believe the world’s progress hinges in large measure on the men tal trend of the Yankees of the West and East. New Sect in Ireland. A new sect known as John the Bap tist Pilgrims is conducting a mission in the North of Ireland, and gaining fresh adherents daily. The members believe in baptism by immersion, in having "no certain dwelling place and in depending upon God for the neces saries of life.” They have all things in common and address one another by their Christian names. Forbids Use of Cocaine. The Southern Pacific Company has forbidden its men to bring cocaine into its yards or shops. It has been customary for the men to use it when they get acinder in an eye, but it has been used for other purposes; and, besides, the doctors say its unskilled use in the eye is dangerous. The men have the use of a well-equipped emer gency hospital. Sons Have Distinguished Names. A Paris cabinetmaker has named his thirteen sons, respectively; William II., Victor Emmanuel III., Henry IV., Philip V., Charles VI., Edward VII., Charles VIII., Charles IX., Louis X., Louis XI., Louis XII., Alfonso XIII., and Louis XIV. He did this in order to be able to distinguish one from the other according to their ages. Chinese Empress to See Circus. A certain prince, says the South China Post, has engaged a foreign cir cus to perform for the delectation of the empress dowager and her retinue. The troupe has been engaged for ton days at a cost of $14,000. *NNi Scotch Whisky a Fraud It is our present purpose to dispute and confute the declaration that the Scotch high ball is the national drink. It is true that there is a drink, beloved of many, called the Scotch high ball, but it is only a popular delusion that the tall glass contains in its depths, in the midst of ingredients of a chunk of ice of geometrical squareness, a piece of lemon peel carved with pre cision into an elliptical form, and the general covering of effervescent water —anything that approximates what the epicures consider Scotch whisky with its smoky aroma, its boggy after taste, its bitingly smooth suggestion of thistles and heather. In proof of the assertion we desire to quote no less an authority than Dr. H. B. Wiley, chief cf the bureau of chemistry of the department of agri culture. Dr. W'iley may not know whisky, but he knows chemistry, and the principles of that exact science he has applied rigorously with a view to ascertaining the purity of the foods— which include the drinks—that are imported into this country. Presently he will enlarge the field of his opera tions, but now it is enough to know that in his investigations into the quality of the eatables and drinkables sent us from the old world he has discovered, and says boldly, that there is not a barrel of Scotch whisky in the United States; that the importa tions of this article are all concoctions and should be labeled “compound.” This may be news to the public, thirsty and unthirsty, but it is borne out by the story of the London house that was accustomed to send to fa vored correspondents in this country three bottles of Scotch w hisky ev< ry Christmas as a reminder of the pleas ant feeling entertained by the hon,* concern of the efforts of its American agents. Back in 1887 Christ »;.av brought, instead of the three it /.,) bottles of Scotch, an apologetic com municatiori stating that the custom faculties that necessarily lie dormant during the stress of business hours. If he will make a practice, in his leisure hours, of giving himself up completely to recreation, to having a grand, good romp with the children, or a social game with the who*e fam ily, making up his mind that he will have a good time during the evening, no matter what may happen on the morrow, he will find himself in much better condition the next day to