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Loup City Northwestern J. W. BURLEIGH, Publisher. LOUP CITY, - - NEBRASKA. The gifted inventor of the "gold brick" is dead, but his brick goes marching on. Twenty million dollars’ worth of Jewels were worn at Mrs. Astor's ball. Harry Lehr was dazzled. Edna Wallace Hopper proposes to endow a home for newsboys. Tremen dous applause from the gallery. At this late day it doesn't matter much whether it was an apple that Eve ate, or a quince. We're all out side. Concerning that decline in mar riages last year, there may have been j an unusually large number of declina tions. Uncle Russell Scrooge’s Christmas may have been a Dickensesque affair; but there are no reports to that effect as yet The medical congress at Panama declares for the extinction of mos quitoes. Let’s make the movement universal. It really seems a shame for the whisky trust to start a price war when so many good men are still on the water wagon. A tornado sneaked into Mexico and did considerable damage the other day. President Diaz must not allow this to happen again. It takes a mighty level-headed man aot to consider himself a great finan cier when the stock he is holding on margin happens to go up. The scissors grinder who died and left an estate of $30,000 had not at tracted the attention of the kings of finance. Obscurity is wealth. Incidentally, Andrew Carnegie’s es tablishment of nearly 1,300 libraries has added 1.300 copies to the guaran teed sale of every important book. Mr. Takahira says that Japan Is too busy fighting now to talk of peace. It must have bothered the minister a lot to have to stop to have the appendi citis. By order of the De Beers syndicate, the value of the supply of diamonds has been increased $50,000,000. That $50,000,000 may properly be spoken of as fiat money. The Harvard medical commission pronounces cancer to be hereditary, and a European authority says there is no such thing as hereditary disease; and there you are. A Christmas bard warbles pathetic ally about Nan Patterson’s “empty stocking,” though why Miss Patter son’s stocking was not as full as usual does not appear. Mrs. Lillie Devereux Blake says it was not an apple that Eve ate. It was a quince. This makes Eve’s conduct all the more reprehensible. Ever try to eat a raw quince? The learned scientist who explains the price of beef on the supply and demand theory adds that it is just pos sible that combinations of packers also exist. What a shrewdness! The siege of Port Arthur is com pared with the siege of Troy. There was a Helen connected with the siege of Troy, and there was something very like hell in Port Arthur.—Boston Globe. An Iowa woman who smokes to bacco has celebrated the one hun dredth anniversary of her birth. But why should a woman wish to live 100 years if she has to smoke a pipe to get there? A Massachusetts pastor left the stub of his cigar in his study the other day, the result being a fire which destroy ed the church. Here is another strong argument against the use of tobacco Dy ministers. Mr. Barney Oldfield has just bought & new mile-a-minute automobile. With '.his instrument at his disposal, Mr. Dldfield should bo able during the ;oming season to make several more aotches in his axle. The sum of six cents has been awarded by a jury to a New York woman who sued for damages done to oer heart by a man who said he would and then decided that he wouldn’t. Oh, out she must be homely. A Michigan professor says no woman should marry until she is able to support her husband. He does not go so far, however, as to insist that it must be according to the style in which his mother supported him. New York is looking with amaze ment at a Danish wrestler who has performed the feat of getting under a 1,400-pound automobile and lifting it, with its chauffeur seated in the car. Wouldn’t you like to have him help lift the mortgage on your house? In a speech to his son’s Bible class John D. Rockefeller said he believed In newspapers and in extending the widest freedom to the press. Mr. Rockefeller needn’t expect after this to stand very high in the estimation of Gov. Pennypacker of Pennsylvania. Senator Depew’s New Year punch Is said to have been a mixture of calves foot jelly, rum, champagne, green tea, claret and liqueurs. Nat urally it was a great deal more ef fective than any of the doctor’s jokes The Hans Wagner who ba3 made a mile and an eighth in 5:52^4 at Los Angeles—a new record for the Ascot track—ts not the famous ball player. If Hans could run as fast as that, every base hit would be a homer, and Pittsburg would stand a better chai\ce to win the championship. Lullaby Now the evening shadows fall On tne mossy garden wall, And the' birdies, soft and wee. Sleep within the cherry tree. Rut the bee is busy yet Where the leaves are dewy wet In the honeysuckle tine. Baby darling, baby mine. And the West is full of dreams. Rosy glows and golden beams. Made for slumbers, calm and deep* By the lovely Rady Sleep. With the woolly lamb to hold, And the bedtime story told, Sleep, for rosy dreams are near. Waiting for my baby dear. —Brooklyn Eagle. (Copyright. 1904. by Daily Story Tub. Co.) me man behind the little nan-moon window in the “Impecunious Loan Of fice” glanced at the pathetically old fashioned peculiarly carved brooch he held in his hand, and with a swift but fleeting look into the sweet face framed in the window, dropped his eyes suddenly, and exclaimed in a business-like tone, “three dollars.” “Very well.” The words were so quietly spoken, so low, the man scarcely heard. “Three dollars,” he repeated again in a slightly raised voice, and was rewarded by a nod in the affirmative, as he again absorbed in that fleeting glance the beauty and sadness of the young face before him. “It is the very last thing I had to pawn,” the woman murmured as she sped swiftly homeward through the snowy streets. “What the future will bring—I dare not think.” The crowd that jostled and pushed her hither and yon was a good natured crowd, elated and cheered by some Divine thought of the approach ing New Year. Inhaling some of its spirit, the wom an quickened her steps, and stopped pantingly at last in front of a decid edly squalid-looking house in a pover ty-stricken quarter of the city. “I’ll get the things first,” she smiled faintly, and when she ascended the stairs a little later her arms were filled with sundry mysterious pack ages, topped by one great paper par cel, from which protruded frivolously some toothsome chocolate eclairs and other dainties, Interspersed here and there by New Year s candies of vari colored hues. “Was she much trouble, Mrs. Mulli gan?” she asked, as in response to her knock a door to the left of the dark hall was thrown open, and a frowsy, betousled head thrust forth. “An’ is that you, Mrs. Relevan? Shure I’m glad you kem home. No, ; ma'am she wasn't the shloightest thrubble—not the shloightest.” “Mamma,” called a sweet, childish voice, as a little white-robed figure bounded forward. “Ooh, what lots o’ nice things you got. Can we have a party, to-morrow, mamma, an’ can I stay up to-night to hear the chimes ring?” r irsi, supper, aarung, ana tnen— I’ll see.” She set a dainty table—such a ta ble as seemed unfamiliar, so long had it been since she had seen one like it—and when it was all complete, she called Mrs. Mulligan. “A faste, a faste.” As Mrs. Mulli gan stood in the doorway wiping her glistening red arms on her apron, she looked a picture of good nature, good cheer. Many a time had she given of her own limited store, rejecting vehemently Mrs. Relevan’s objections. ‘‘Shure you’d do the same 'f you had it, darlint. Toosh—don’t be foolish.” She was the life of the little party to-night, and little Margaret, climbing into her lap, threw her diminutive arms around her neck, and rested her fair small head lovingly against her ample shoulder. “I’m going to stay up to hear the chimes ring,” she mur mured sleepily, but even while she spoke the last remnant of candy dropepd from her small, clenched fist, and she fell fast asleep. ‘‘An’ that divil,” muttered Mrs. Mul ligan as her mother softly tucked the coverlet around the small, childish form, “could lave a choild like that. Ee gorra. the min have no hearts— no hearts!” The two women sat late into the night. They had been drawn one to another by a common bond, the bond of woman’s suffering. Their rooms adjoined one another, and as they "What the future will bring—I dare not thinK” toiled day after day, on® at the wash tub, the other at the machine, work ing for the bare privilege of exist ence, they encouraged one another with cheering words, each essaying to lighten the other’s burden. “A Happy New Year,” whispered Mrs. Relevan softly, as the last tune ful chime rang out that night. “A Happy New Year.” “The same to you, darlitl an’ man ny more o tnim. .Mrs. .Mulligan s door closed softly. There was dark ness and quiet in the stretch of gloom between them. “I’d like to ray the interest on the brooch. I cannot take it out just now.” The sweet voice stirred him strangely. It was like a strain of sweet music, whose impelling beauty is never forgotten. He had remem bered it all through the long year. Backondorp had succeeded to his father's business by the natural law of heritage from father to son. Its sordidness had not robbed his nature of its inherent craving for, what might be called for lack of a more appropri ate word, “sentiment.” Here was a woman of a different type from the others—a different type from his own wife, whose coarse voice rang in his ears even now. He lingered for a moment in the dark ened room behind the crescent-shaped window, and then emerged from a door next it, with something clutched tightly in his hand. With one keen A■ i\Vu\t \m (I M iv.it..r it . . Hia arms were outstretched. glance he observed the shabbiness of the poorly dressed woman before him. They were alone in the deserted outer room. The man leaned heavily against the door leading to the hall way and thence to the street. “Would you not rather have this than your own plain brooch?” he asked rapidly, hurriedly. “See—it is a diamond. And its setting is beauti ful. It is of the best. You-” He moved toward her, attempting to seize her hand. “Stop!” she cried in a ringing voice. “I came here to pay the inter est on ‘my’ brooch. He slunk through the halfopened door then, the diamond heart seeming to burn his fingers. When she had gone, he sank into a chair. “Confound* it,” he muttered, “and so shabby, too.” * * * • * “Another year gone by, we, haven't been sick anny to spake of, an’ thank God we didn't want for food.” Mrs. Mulligan was hostess to-night, and her kindly face fairly beamed with its hearty welcome and good will, the grace of the New Year already ap pearing to have imprinted its insignia upon it. “Now, darlint. I'm goin’ to sing you an’ old-fashioned Irish nursery song.” Little Margaret smiled up at her, and with one small fist tightly clasped in the other's great rough one, pre pared to listen. As the crooning continued, its inter minable length produced drowsiness. There was a fluttering and an essay ing, but the white lids would droop over the sweet blue eyes. A Heaven ly smile appeared on the baby face. And little Margaret, in spite of her efforts, drifted peacefully into the land of dreams. “Phwat do you think?” Mrs. Mulli gan began tentatively, “I saw him today.” Mrs. Relevan relieved her of the sleeping child and buried her face in its soft, golden curls. “He wants to koom back. An* he looks moighty prospherous too. ‘A misunderstanding,’ he says, but—if you would forgive-” She never forgot the look on the white face, as it slowly upreared itself from the mass of tumbled curls. “Forgive,” she cried brokenly, and then as the chimes began their peal ng the door opened and closed noise lessly, and Mrs. Mulligan slipped quietly out. A moment later a handsome, white faced man stood on the threshold. His arms were outstretched. His voice pleading. Its tones mingled vibrat ingly with the music of the chimes. “Let us begin the New Year to gether, Margaret,” he said humbly. “Together—dear.” The child on her knee stirred rest lessly. She quietly reached out her hand. A woman’s intellect is seldom up to the standard of her conversational ability. THE ONE GREAT PROBLEM. Question of Distribution That Has to Be Solved. * George I>. McNutt, the poacher laborer and social economist, other wise known as “The Dinner Pail Man,” told recently of a conversation he once had with a multi-millionaire. After lecturing in the plutocrat’s man sion on the inequalities and strug gles of life, he seized the occasion to investigate the rich man's point of view. “What’s the matter with this old world, anyway?” he asked. “Did the Creator overlook something in his plans?” “That’s not it at all.” was the reply. “It's all a question of distribution. I made my money by handling just one of the world’s many products—just one—but every item of waste was eliminated from the handling. This wasteful duplication in distributing is what picks our pockets and keeps the poor man down. Why, grapes that I raise on my farm in the West cost to produce just one cent a pound, but to put them on the table in New York makes the price soar to twelve cents a pound. In other words; God gives us grapes for one cent and our waste ful way of distributing them around makes them cost us eleven times more than they are actually worth. “You will say that our method of handling products makes work for many men, but the high prices they are obliged to pay for everything makes it a game of taking in with one hand and paying out with the other. There’s no doubt of it, much of the world’s misery hinges on this one thing—the question of distribution.” “Mrs/' Not Put on Tombstones. “How often one hears the expres sion, “She just got married because she wanted to have Mrs. put on her tombstone.” Now, this seems a very natural statement to the natural lis tener, says the Philadelphia Record, but, as a matter of fact, there are few tombstones that have “Mrs.” on them, as very recent interviews with grave-diggers and church sextons have demonstrated, so the woman who in tends plunging into matrimony with the idea that she is going to b6 known as Mrs. Jackson or Mrs. Blackson after death had better hesitate before she takes any desperate step. Even after death a married woman is only considered part of her hus band’s property, for out of several hun dred tombstones investigated none had the appellation Mrs., while every one had “Sarah, wife of,” or “Jane, wife of.” When the investigator ask ed an old sexton well versed on tomb stone lore if there were any tomb stones with “Mrs." on them he re plied : “Well, I’ve been seein’ to the baryin’ of married women for the last fifty years, but I ain’t never seen a tomb stone yet that had a ‘Mrs.’ on it.” Maximilian’s Officer Saw Him Shot. A beneficiary of the will of Ferd inand Maximilian, emperor of Mexico from 1864 to 1867, lives in Vineland, N. J., in the person of Rudolf Stinerter, now 62 years old. lie was a captain of artillery on the ship Penosola, and was sixty-five miles off shore the night Gen. Lopez betrayed the em peror. He started on land for his be loved commander with 11 guns and 940 men, and cutting his way through surrendered with 440 men and 3 guns. Stinerter, with other officers, saw his commander shot. He differs with his torians in describing the death scene. He says Maximilian refused to have his eyes bandaged, and stood up with one hand on his heart, marking the spot where the four soldiers were re quested to fire, and with the other hand outstretched fell back and expired immediately. Maximilian left each of his officers $100 a year in his will. The only other officer Stinerter knows to be living is Baron Fulmer of Phila delphia.—Philadelphia Public Ledger. The Warning in a Sneeze. “As a general thing, sneezing is Na ture’s warning to get warmer in some way or other and quickly,” is the gist of an article by Dr. W. R. Conant in Modern Medical Science. “The question of temperature and ventilation,” he says, “is one of the most difficult winter problems. So much depends upon circumstances and individual idiocyncrasy that it is hard to lay down any definite rules. An in door temperature which is suitable ter a vigorous person or one in active motion is dangerous for one who is delicate or sitting and doing head work exclusively. “As a general rule it may be said that a temperature that falls much be low 70 degrees at four feet from the floor is dangerous for sedentary work ers; and any one who continues sit ting when he feels chilled does so at the risk of his life.” To a Critic. I sometimes wonder which the earliest thrived, The mind creative or the analytic; Whether the writer first arrived, Or first the critic. ’Tis certain that' in Paleolithic times Men fully understood the art of slating; And earlier than the birth of rhymes They practiced rating. Dear Critic, do not think we value less The potency of your perennial function Because you sometimes curse and bless In strange conjunction. ’Tis true as the generations pass, There is a deal of reputation breaking; The ages write you down an ass, And no mistaking. But let not this disturb your candid mind; The donkey's ears are very sliw in showing; The lion’s skin you hide behind Is vast and flowing. You need not think about posterity. When bolstering the false or scouting beauty, To rectify your faults will be Oblivion’s duty. • —rail Mall Gazette. 13 Rostand’s Lucky Number. Edmond Rostand, although supersti tious like many of his countrymen, yet considers thirteen his lucky num ber, and with reason. His own name, by which he con jures francs from the pockets of the French publishers, contains 13 let ters; “L’Aiglon” and “Cyrano,” his two greatest successes, contain 13 let ters between them; the day he was received into the Academy (the great est honor a Frenchman can conce're) was June 4, 1903—6, 4, ’03—sad he was assigned to the thirteenth chair in that august body, of which he was the thirteenth occupant. 'T£LD op. &TSP O RTS^I Chess Match Hangs Fire. The proposed Lasker-Marshall match for the world’s chess championship is still in a tentative stage. While Las ker demands that Marshall put up $500 deposit, he does not consider that he should put up a like amount, and regards his tirle as champion as equiv alent security. Lasker’s stand seems to have irritated a few chess editors, but the logic of events will settle the matter in due time. If Marshall de feats Janowski in their coming match I^asker cannot well evade the issue, whereas if he loses, financial matters are likely to stand in the patch of the victor of the Cambridge Springs and St. Louis tournaments. Polo War at an End. Appearances indicate that the long drawn-out. war between the Western and Central Pclo leagues is at an end, and that from this time on there will be straight polo, with no jumping of contracts or stealing of players. The Western magnates, after trying to secure two additional clubs to re place the loss of Elwood and Indian apolis, have given up the effort and will continue with but four clubs, which, it is conceded, contain the cream of the polo talent of the world. A schedule for three weeks ahead has been made out for the four teams. It is now ffeely predicted that next season will see but one league in In diana. Murphy and Nelson Part. Teddy Murphy will in all probability have to go on a still hunt for a new “meal ticket.'’ while his former pro tege hunts for bear in the hills around Richardson Springs. Battling Nelson told a reporter that he had severed his relations with the “boy manager,” as he felt that, after all that had passed between them, it would be utterly im possible for them to get along to gether harmoniously in the future. Nelson has as yet secured no one to look after his interests, and will, no doubt, let the matter rest until his re turn from the north. He fully expects to get a return match with Jimmy Britt. easy. This would not include the first miles in longer races, as these the public would have a good chance to keep check on. The action of the racing board will probably give the record to Basle, who, in the third mile of the ten mile free tor all at Providence made it in :54. If intermediate miles are not allowed the record will stand at :55, made in a mile trial by Oldfield. Murphy Will Not Fight Neil. Tommy Murphy will not meet Frankie Neil ar San Francisco before the San Francisco Athletic club the ; last of the month. Manager Greggins of the local club has been confident of obtaining the two boys for this month's show after two futile attempts to secure an attraction. Murphy has ; an engagement with Hughey McGov- j ern at Philadelphia Jan. 25 and will not be able to accept the Neil match. | Says Jeff Is Best Man. In discussing his ring experiences 1 i recently Bob Fitzsimmons said: “I have fought a good many fight* j ers, but Jeffries, in my opinion, is the I greatest fighter in the world and the | j best man I ever fought. As for the 1 ! cleverest fighter, Corbett carries off j the honors for science. I don't like j Corbett. I never did. But you have to give the devil his due. so I will put Corbett down as the cleverest man j I ever faced in the ring.” Turf Snub for Croker. I The Jockey club has refused to j ! grant permission for the horses which j Richard Croker recently purchased iD ' ' Ireland to train at Newmarket. As ] J usual, the club gave no reasons for its j action. It wrote to J. E. Brewer ol | the Heath house, Newmarket, with ! ! whom Mr. Croker had placed three ot his Irish horses for training, that he would not be permitted to train them , there. The horses are still at New j market. Medler a Great Sire. The get of imported Medler wor more money on the running turf th( past season than the get of any othei RICH WRESTLER WOULD FIGHT CHAMPION JEFFRIES Some interest has been created in the”athletie line by this champion ath lete’s announcement that he would like to meet the big California title holder in a battle for the champion ship. Gotch comes from Humboldt. Ia., where he owns a considerable amount of property, and, having taken good care of his money, is reported to be in excellent circumstances. Gotcb says he will place himself in the hands of a good trainer like “Kid” McCo> and learn the finer points of the game He already has had six or seven ring engagements and did fairly well. II he gets a match with Jeffries he will train hard. It is unlikely the big fel low will meet him. Calls Jabez White Dub. “I'll take on Jabez White and agree to knock him out in ten rounds,” said Young Corbett at San Rafael, where he is going through a course of severe training. “I had that fellow picked out long before they thought he was a cham pion. I knew all the time that he was a mark, and 1 had my wires all laid for him. I took Nelson for a sucker, though, and went back some points in the estimation of the sports, but right now I'm working harder than I ever did in my life, and inside of a month will be in grand shape for any one of them.” Fitz Now After Corbett. Not having heard from Jeffries in regard to his recent challenge, Fitz simmons wants to meet Jim Corbett. Ruby Robert says he can turn the trick once more. Corbett says that Fitz is the one man he wants to meet before he goes into pugilistic re tirement. Fitz thereupon reiterates that he is ready to sign articles when Corbett deposits a forfeit of $5,000 to bind the match. Corbett may dictate the conditions. If the bout between Corbett and Fitz ends in talk, Fitz will endeavor to I make a match with Tommy Ryan. Rejects Automobile Records. It is announced by Chairman Pard ington of the American Automobile as sociation that the racing board had rejected the claims for mile records made by Earl,Kiser and Barney Old field. The former made :52 4-5 at Cleveland and the latter : 51 1-5 at Denver. The action wp taken owing to difference of the timers’ figures. Mr. Pardington believes intermedi ate mile times should not be accepted as mile records, as there is great ohance fox errors, and fraud would be | stallion in America. This is the horse ■ that the former trotting queen, Nancy I Hanks (2:04), was bred to, producing , Princess of Monaco, now used as a j brood mare. Medler was imported by | Col. Forbes of Milton, Mass., a brother of the late J. Malcolm Forbes, whe owned Nancy Hanks. May Match Kelly and Schreck. An effort is being made by the pro moters of the Dubuque Athletic asso ciaticn to match Hugo Kelly of Chi cago and Mike Schreck of Cincinnati for the wind-up of the next card t# be offered by the association. Eddie Kenny of Chicago and George Mull holland of Dubuque, light weights, who fought ten rounds recently, may be rematched for fifteen rounds. Pigeon Club Elects Officers. The American Pigeon club, at its annual meeting re-elected these offi cers: Vice presidents, Rudolph Schweisfurth, Philadelphia, and L>. A. Janssen, Milwaukee; secretary and treasurer, E. C. Duffy, Washington. The American Barred Carrier club chose Pennock Powell of Wyncotte, Pa., as secretary. Tells One on “Cy” Young. “I was standing in the dressing room of the old Cleveland team one day," says Jimmy Welsh, “when Cy Young came in from a near-by drug store with a bottle of mineral water and started to loosen the cork with his knife, “Be careful, there,” said Pat Tebeau, “that water’s charged, ain’t it?” “Charged nothing,” replied Cy, as the cork flew out and the water went splashing into Pat’s face. “I never had a thing charged in my life; I gave 20 cents for this water.—New York Sun. GOT EVEN WITH CRITIC. Wife’s Arrangement Effectually Muz zled Captious Husband. A certain well known politician's daughter has a husband who is dis posed to be critical, Most of his friends are men of great wealth, who live extremely well, and association with them has made him somewhat hard to please in the matter of cook ing. “What is this meant for.’ he would ask, after tasting an entree his wit* had racked her brain to think up. “What on earth is this?” he would say when desert came on. “Is this supposed to he a salad?” he would inquire sarcastically when th< lettuce was served. The wife stood it as long as she could. One evening he came home in a particularly captious humor. His wife was dressed in her most becom ing gown and fairly bubbled over with wit. They went in to dinner. The soup tureen was brought in. Tied to one handle was a card containing the information in a big round band: “This is soup.” Roast beef followed, with a placard announcing: “This is roast beef.” The potatoes were labeled, the gravy dish was placarded, the olives bore a card marked "Olives.” the salad bowl carried a tag marked “Salad.” and when the ice cream came in a card announcing “This is ice cream' came with it. The wife talked of a thousand dif ferent things all through the meal. Never once by word or look did sh** refer to the labeled dishes. Neither then ror thereafter did she say a word about them, and never since tha* evening has the captious husband ventured to indulge in criticism of his home dinners.—New York Pres-. TO PRESERVE A HUSBAND. Advice That Combines Humor and Common Sense. For this purpose select a nice. kind, amiable, industrious, generous mar. The American variety is far better than the foreign kind. Prepare him by having him go through a long en gagement, which effectually renders a man a soft thing and makes him easy to handle. Gently detach him from all of his old friends and ac quaintances and remove ary fcabi - he may have. He is then ready to can. preserve or make jam, as you choose. To can, merely deprive him of fci latch-key and throw a handful of mother-in-law in the house. Men cork od up like this have been known to keep for years without spoiling though when they are opened up. if kept to long, they are apt to be sour. To make jam, prepare as before, but shred all of his finer feelings by nag ging and pound them into a pulp bj complaints. To preserve a husband, put as much love into the heart as it will hold, add an ocean of sympathy, a world of tenderness, a pound of for bearance, a dram of patience and drop him into it until he is thorough ly coated over with sugar. Husbands should aitways be erystalized one at a time. Never in pairs. Neither should they ever be stood in hot water This is where many women make mis takes.—Memphis Commercial-Appeal. Willie Warmed His Deposits. Rogers has a small grandson, of whom he is very fond. The boy one day last week espied in a toy shop a savings bank in the form of a rooster gayly painted in yellow and red. He asked for and obtained from his grand father the coveted toy. Before drop ping his pennies in the slot made to receive them in the back of the toy he examined it critically and inquired: “Do the pennies go straight into the rooster's stomach?” His nurse replied: “I think they do.” Willie had a lively remembrance of an inadvertent spoonful of ice cream which he had once swallowed too hastily. A fellow' feeling makes us wondrous kind. So he said: “They’re so cold. I’ll warm them first before I drop them in,” which he proceeded to do. His grandfather, up on hearing of the boy's solicitude for the comfort of the rooster, was highly amused and said to him: “I do not know of another bank. Willie, whose digestion would be dis turbed by any amount of cold cash deposited in it.” After the Votes Were Counted. The editor of this paper met the enemy last Tuesday and we are theirs in carload lots. We lost out and our •opponent won in. The only way we can account for this is that he got more votes than we did. We are not lame, maimed or sore over the result. A number of voters promised to vote for us, but made a mistake on election day and voted for the other fellow such is politics. Hereafter this paper will be more of a religious paper than a political one. We have to do something to square ourselves for the lying we have done in behalf of ourselves and others. We find ourselves now without friends, influence, money, credit or a meal ticket, and those owing us will come to our relief at once. No apol ogies or excuses will be received un less it bears the mark of the sender— that Is, gold, silver or currency. We will be found at the Gem ofllee during business hours, unless w-e are dodg ing our creditors.—Flagstaff Gem. By-Low. By-Low. Here’s the way she sang to me. By-low. by-low. As she held me on her knee, Long ago, long ago. Oh. the years between are long And their haunting specters throng Vet 1 hear her olden song; By-low, by-low. I have wearied on the way— By-low. by-low— And the sunset is but gray, Well I know, well I know, ret. my mother, through the stress -Jomes your song, my heart to bless* Comes your song, like a caress— By-low, by-low. Hold me, mother, as of old—. By-low, by-low— Oet your song of love untold Ebb and flow, ebb and flow* Hold me to your loving breast_ Bing the songs of songs the best* By-low. by-low. -A. J. Waterhouse in Sunset Magazine. Fox in 9 Dining Room. A fox, being hard pressed by the Hdworth Hunt, washed through the arge window of the dining roojn of he residence of Major Foyle. R. e it Netheravon, oscapii,g through the Vnnt dooi.— London it\preas.