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Loup City northwestern J. W. BURLEIGH, Publisher. LOUP CITY. - - NEBRASKA. “The Tyranny of the Roof.” We think of the savage tribe as liv ing outdoors, and free from the re straints which come from civilization •—the garment, the house and the cook. But there is a barbarism which spends its winters in huts and holes from which every breath of fresh air is shut out, and where the stifling at mosphere is heavy with “old shapes of foul disease.” Akin to the life of the hut and the slum is the life of the home of whatever grade where cold is dreaded more than bad air. The farm house, the millionaire’s palace and the village grocery alike shelter miserable sinners against nature's laws. The crusade against the ravages of con sumption has awakened thousands td the fact that the need for pure air is more imperative even than the need for good food, although it speaks with a less insistent voice. But, remarks Youth's Companion, hundreds of thou sands of housewives yet need to learn the danger of the comfortable double window and the air-tight stove, and the healing power of pure, cold air, steeped in God's own sunshine. A woman who was known as the queen of the Gypsies died recently in Eng land. She was of great age and amaz ing vigor, and a real “character” in her reserve and her hatred of modern conditions. She seldom talked, but it was known that she considered educa tion as rubbish, houses as no better than prisons, and the persons who died in them as the victims of their own effeminacy. In a phrase both telling and memorable, she boasted herself “free from the tyranny of the roof.” That is truly noble freedom and one which every wise woman may covet for herself and her children. Perhaps another hundred years may see the stuffy bedroom everywhere supplanted by the airy porch, and find civilized man again sleeping un der the sky. I find I am called au old man by other people; but I get along myself without thinking of this or talking about it, unless some correspondent asks me to, writes Edward Everett Hale in the Circle. Thus, I am lame; but I do not say I am lame because I am 84. I say 1 am lame because I had a fall, precisely as I should have said it if I were 33 years and 3 months old at three minutes after three in the third month of the year. Or, in brief, if you can get along without thinking of yourself much, it will probably be a comfort to yourself, and it will cer tainly be a comfort to your friends. Because of a poor olive crop in Spain the demand for peanuts is brisk, and the peanut growers in the province of Valencia are holding their crop for a high price. Peanut oil is largely used by the Spaniards instead of olive oil, and the peanut competes with the olive at the oil-crushers. The consular report from which this in formation is taken does not say whether or not the Spanish dealers sell the peanut oil as olive oil. They may be more scrupulous in their trade designations than some dealers in cot tonseed oil have been. If Russia wasn’t fighting a revolu tion that is liable to break out into fireworks at several points at the same time what a lot of fun it could have fighting once more the Japanese war in the magazines! Even with its at tention taken away it is doing fairly well, for it is a poor week that some one doesn’t write a book to prove Stoessel a coward. The cathedral of St. John the Di vine, at One Hundred and Tenth street and Amsterdam avenue, Xew York, now promises to be completed in 1950, when it will surpass in cost and beauty any church building in this country and will rank with the his torical ones in Europe. The simplest way to ascertain the purity of olive oil is to freeze it. Pure olive oil has the exclusive prop erty of freezing at three or four de grees above zero, whereas other oils need a temperature of ten degrees below. But how about the zero weather? Hooks and eyes are indispensable in women's attire, holding the folds together so neatly without the use of the conspicuous button. There are a number of makes of hooks and eyes, and the annual outlay for them is estimated at $640,000. An Ohio judge has decided that a man cannot be restrained from saying silly things in his own home. If he could what man would be safe from interference? Maj. Seely of the British army says that married soldiers are the bravest. Perhaps war does not seem like much of anything to them. England is quite taken with the dis armament idea for the use of other nations. The veterans of the United States senate are Pettus and Morgan of Ala bama, respectively 85 and 82 years old, Senator Allison of Iowa, 77, and Senator Frye of Maine, 75. Oliver Cromwell is the name of a tenant of the Red Lion hotel, High Wycombe, England, and he claims the protector as an ancestor. That lovely songstress, the hen, once more is heralding the new-laid omelet. THE DELUGE Bg DAVID GRAHAM PIHLLERS, Author of “7HFCQSZWc _ <aacy&GffT jsot to#* Boaas-mzBiu. conm/vy? CHAPTER XXIX.—Continued. The first news I got was that Bill Van Nest had disappeared. As soon as the Stick Elxchange opened, Na tional Coal became the feature. But, instead of ‘wash sales,” Roebuck, Langdon and Melville were them selves, through various brokers, buy ing the stocks in large quantities to keep the prices up. My next letter was as brief as my first philippic: ‘‘Bill Van Nest is at the Hotel Frankfort, Newark, under the name of Thomas Lowry. He was in telephonic communication with President Mel ville, of the National Industrial bank, twice yesterday “The underwriters of the National Coal company's new issues, fright ened by yesterday’s exposure, have eompelled Mr. Roebuck, Mr. Mow bray Langdon and Mr. Melville them selves to buy. So, yesterday, those three gentlemen bought with real money, with their own money, large quantities of stocks which are worth less than half what they paid' for them. ‘‘They will continue to buy these stocks so long as the public holds aloof. They dare not let the prices slump. They hope that this storm will blow over, and that then the in vesting public will forget and wTill relieve them of their load.” I had added: ‘‘But this storm wron't blow over. It will become a cyclone.” I struck that out. “No prophecy,” said I to myself. “Your rule, iron clad, must be—facts, always facts; only facts.” The gambling section of the public took my hint and rushed into the market; the burden of protecting the underwriters was doubled, and more and more of the hoarded loot was disgorged. That must have been a costly day—for, 10 minutes after the Stock Exchange closed, Roebuck sent for me. My compliments to him, said l to his messenger, "but I am too busy. I’ll be glad to see him here, however. "You know he dares not come to you,” said the messenger. Schilling, president of the National Manufac tured Food company, sometimes called the Poison Trust. "If he .did, and it were to get out, there’d be a panic.” “Probably," replied 1 with a shrug. “That's no affair of mine. I’m not re sponsible for the rotten conditions which these so-called financiers have produced, and 1 shall not be disturbed by the crash which must come.” Schilling gave me a genuine look of mingled pity and admiration. “I sup pose you know what you’re about,” said be, "but I think you're making a mistake.” “Thanks, Ned." said I—he had been my head clerk a few years before, and I had got him the chance with Roebuck which he had improved so well. “I’m going to have some fun. Can't live but once.” My "daily letters” had now ceased ; to be advertisements, had become ; news, sought by all the newspapers j of this country and of the big cities in i Great Britain. I could have made a j large saving by no longer paying my j sixty-odd regular papers for inserting! them. But 1 was looking too far j ahead to blunder into that fatal mis take. Instead, I signed a year’s con tract with each of my papers, they guaranteeing to print my advertise ments, I guaranteeing to protect them against loss on libel suits. I organ- j ized a dummy news bureau, and j through it got contracts with the tele graphic companies. Thus insured against the cutting of my communica tions with the public, I was ready for the real campaign. It began with my “History or the National Coal company.” I need not repeat that famous history here. 1 need recall only the main points—how I proved that the common stock was actually worth less than two dollars a share, that the bonds were worth less than twenty-five dollars in the hun dred, that both stock and bonds were Illegal; my detailed recital of the crimes of Roebuck, Melville and Bang don in wrecking mining properties, in wrecking coal railways, in ejecting American labor and substituting helots from eastern Europe; how they had swindled and lied and bribed; how they had twisted the books of the companies, how they were plan ning to unload the mass of almost worthless securities at high prices, then to get from under the market and let the bends and stocks drop down to where they could buy them in on terms that would yield them more than 250 per cent on the actual capi tal invested. Bess and dearer coal; lower wages and more ignorant labor ers; enormous profits absorbed with out mercy into a few pockets. On the day the seventh chapter of this history appeared, the telegraph companies notified me that they would transmit no more of my matter. They feared the consequences in libel suits, explained Moseby, general manager ol one of the companies. bui i guaram.ee 10 pruieci you, said I. "I will give bond in any amount you ask.” ‘‘We can't take the risk, Mr. Black lock,” replied he. The twinkle in his eye told me why, and also that he, like every one else in the country ex cept the' clique, was in sympathy with me. My lawyers found an honest judge, : and I got an injunction that compelled the companies to transmit under my contracts. I suspended the “History" for one day, and sent out in place of it an account of this attempt to shut me off from the public. ^'Hereafter,” said I, In the last paragraph in my letter, “I shall end each day’s chapter with a forecast of what the next day’s chapter is to be. if Tor any reason it fails to appear, the public will know that somebody has been coerced by Roebuck, Melville & Co.” XXX. ANITA’S SECRET. That afternoon—or, was u me next? —I happened to go home early. 1 have never been able to keep alive anger against any one. My anger against Anita had long ago died away, had been succeeded by regret and remorse that I had let my nerves, or whatever the accursed cause was, whirl me into such an outburst. Not that I regretted having rejected what I still felt was insulting to me and degrading to her; simply that my manner should have been different. There was no necessity or excuse for violence in showing her that I would not, could not, accept from gratitude what only love has the right to give. And I had long been casting about for some way to apologize—not easy to do, when her distant manner toward me made it difficult for me to ,tind even the necessary commonplaces to "keep up appearances” before the servants on the few occasions on which we accidentally met. But, as I was saying, I came up from the office anti stretched myself on the lounge in my private room ad joining the library. I had read myself into a doze', when a servant brought me a card. I glanced at it as it lay upon his extended tray. "General “ FOOL!’ SHE FLARED AT ME. OH, THE FOOLS WOMEN MAKE OF M EN,’ ” Monson,” I read aloud. “What does the damned rascal want?” I asked. The servant smiled. He knew as well as I how Monson, after I dis missed him with a present of six months’ pay, had given the news papers the story—or, rather, his ver sion of the story—of my efforts to educate myself in the “arts and graces of a gentleman.” “Mr. Monson says he wishes to see you particularly, sir,” said he. "Well—I’ll see him,” said I. I de spised him too much to dislike him and I thought he might possibly be in want. But that notion vanished the instant I set eyes upon him. He was obviously at the very top of the wave. “Hello, Monson.” was my greeting, in it no reminder of his treachery, “Howdy, Blacklock,” said he. ’Tve come on a little errand for Mrs. Lang don.” Then, with that nasty grin ol his: “You know, I’m looking after things for her since the bust-up.” "No, I didn’t know,” said I curtly suppressing my instant curiosity “What does Mrs. Langdon want?” “To see you—for just a few minutes —whenever it is convenient.” “If Mrs. Langdon has business witti me, I’ll see her at my office,” said 1 She was one of the fashionables that had got herself into my black books by her treatment of Anita since ths break with the Bllerslys. "She wishes to come to you here— this afternoon, if you are to be al home. She asked me to say that her business is important—and very pri vate.” I hesitated, but I could think of nc good excuse for refusing. *T'll be here an hour,” said I. “Good day.” He gave me no time to change mj mind. Something—perhaps it was his curious expression as he took him self off—made me begin to regret The more I thought of the matter the less I thought of my having made any civil concession to a woman whc had acted so badly toward Anita and myself. He had not been gone a quarter of an hour before I went to Anita in her sitting room. Always, the instant I entered the outer door of her part of our house, that power ful, intoxicating fascination that she had for me began to take possession of my senses. It was in every gar ment she wore. It seemed to linger in any place where she had be«n, for a long time after she left it. She was at a small desk by the window, was writing letters. “May I interrupt?” said I. "Monson was here a few minutes ago—from Mrs. Langdon. She wants to see me. I told him I would see her here. Then it occurred to me that perhaps I had been too good-natured. What do you think?” I could not see her face, but only the back of her head, and the loose coils of magnetic hair and the white nape of her graceful neck. As I be gan to speak, she stopped writing, her pen suspended over the sheet of paper. After I ended there was a long silence. “I’ll not see her,” said I. “I don't quite understand why I yielded.” And I turned to go. “Wait—please,” came from her ab ruptly. Another long silence. Then I: "It she comes here, I think the only per son who can properly receive her is you.” “No—you must see her,” said Anita at last. And she turned round in her chair until she ,was facing me. Her expression—1 can not describe it. 1 can only say that it gave me a sense of impending calamity. “I’d rather not—much rather not,” said I. “I particularly wish you to see her,” she replied, and she turned back to j her writing. I saw her pen poised as | if she were about to begin; but she j did not begin—and I felt that she j would not. With my mind shadowed ; writh vague dread, I left that mysteri ous stillness, and went back to the library. It was not long before Mrs. Lang don was announced. There are some women to whom a haggard look is be coming; she is one of them. She was much thinner than when 1 last saw _ _ her; instead of her former restless, petulant, suspicious expression, she now looked tragically sad. "May I trouble you to close the door?” said she, when the servant had withdrawn. 1 closed the door. “I’ve come," she began, without seating herself, "to make you as un happy, I fear, as I am. I’ve hesitated long before coming. But I am desper ate. The one hope I have left is that you and I between us may be able to—to—that you and I may be able to help each other.” I waited. . “I suppose there are people,” she went on, “who have never known what it was to—really to care for some one i i»www«wwwiivwM«snniirrinnri Necklace From Thames Lost for Year, Recovered by Work man Who Didn’t Know Its Value. A valuable pearl necklace lost in the Thames over a year ago by a lady of title has Just been recovered by its owner, says the London Tribune. Some months ago a Henley-on Thames workman walking by the side of the river, near Shiplake Ferry, saw something glistening in the water, and getting the object out, he found that it was a pearl necklace. Think ing the geni3, however, were only im itation, he casually carried the necklace home in his pocket and gave it to his wife. She occasionally wore it, but never dreamed of its real value until some little time ago, when she broke the clasp and took it to a local jeweler to be repaired. The jeweler at once saw that the pearls were valuable, and, not satisfied with the woman’s story, he sent for the police. The pearls were handed over to the cub tody of the police, and in due course were advertised by them as found. A few days ago the necklace was identified and claimed by a lady well known in fashionable circles, who had dropped it into the river while staying at a Tbamesside mansion near Henley. The pearls are valued at £40 or £50, and the man who found them has received a check for five pounds sterling. Thoughts Were Elsewhere. Chancellor James R. Day, of Syra cuse university, in a discussion of the craze for athletics that sometimes be comes too rampant in the univer sities of America, said with a smile: “Why, I know a young clergyman— he had been an excellent first base man at college in his time—who, after reading a portion of the scriptures, said solemnly as he closed the Bible one Sunday moYning in the baseball season: “ ‘Here endeth the second inning.’ * else. They would despise me for clinging to a man after he has shown me that—that his love has ceased.” “Pardon me, Mrs. Uangdon,” 1 in terrupted. “You apparently think your husband and I are intimate friends. Before you go any further, I must disabuse you of that idea.” She looked at me in open astonish ment. “You do not know why my huBband has left me?” “Until a few minutes ago, i did not know that he had left you,” I said. “And I do not wish to know why.” Her expression of astonishment changed to mockery. “Oh!” she sneered. “Your wife has fooled you into thinking it a one-sided affair. Well, I tell you, she is as much to blame as he—more. For he did love me when he married me; did love me until she got him under her spell again.” I thought I understood. “You have been misled, Mrs. Langdon,” said I gently, pitying her as the victim of her insane jealousy. “You have-” “Ask your wife,” she interrupted angrily. “Hereafter, you can't pre tend ignorance. For I'll at least be revenged. She failed utterly to trap him into marriage when she was a poor girl, and -” “Before you go any further,” said I coldly, "let me set you right. My wife was at one time engaged to your husband's brother, but-” i om: sne interrupted. And her laugh made me bite my lip. "So she told you that! I don’t see how she dared. Why, everybody knows that she and Mowbray were engaged, and that he broke it off to marry me. ’ All in an instant everything that had been confused in my affairs at home and down town became clear. I understood why I had been pursued relentlessly in Wall street; why I had been unable to make the least im pression on the barriers between Anita and myself. You will imagine that some terrible emotion at once dominated me. But this is not a romance; only the veracious chroni cle of certain husman beings. Mi first emotion was—relief that it was not Tom Langde«i. "I ought to have known she couldn't care for him,” said I to myself. I, contending yith Tom Langdon for a woman's love had always made me shrink. But Mow bray—that was vastly different. My respect for myself and for Anita rose. “No," said I to Mrs. Langdon, “my wife did not. tell me, never spoke of it. What 1 said to you was purely a guess of my own. I had no interest in the matter—and haven’t. 1 have absolute confidence in my wife. I feel ashamed that you have provoked me into say ing so.” I opened the door. “I am not going yet,” said she an grily. “Yesterday morning Mowbray and she were riding together in the Riverside drive. Ask her groom.” “What of it?" said I. Then, as she did not rise, I rang the bell. When the servant came, I said: “Please tell Mrs. Blacklock that Mrs. Langdon is in the library—and that I am here, and gave you the message.” As soon as the servant was gone, she said: “No doubt she'll lie to you. These women that steal other wom en’s property are usually clever at fooling their own silly husbands.” “I do not intend to ask her,” I re plied. “To ask her would be an in sult. She made no comment" beyond a scornful toss of the head. We both had our gaze fixed upon the door through which Anita would enter. When she finally did appear, I, after one glance at her, turned—it must have been triumphantly—upon her accuser. I had not doubted, but where is the faith that is not the stronger for confirmation? And con firmation there was in the very at mosphere round that stately, still figure. She looked calmly, first at Mrs. Langdon, then at me. “1 sent for you," said I, “because 1 thought that you. rather than I, should request Mrs. Langdon to leave your house.” ai mai Mrs. c.anguon was on ner feet, and blazing. "Fool;” she flared at me. “Oh, the fools women make of men!” Then to Anita: “You—you - But no, I must not permit yon to drag me down to your level. Tell your husband—tell him that you were riding with my husband in the River side drive yesterday. I stepped between her and Anita. “My wife will not answer you,” said I. “I hope, Madam, you will spare us the necessity of a painful scene But leave you must—at once.” She looked wildly round, clasped her hands, suddenly bust into tears If she had but known, she could have had her own way after that, without any attempt from me to oppose her For she was evidently unutterably wretched—and no one knew better than I the sufferings of unreturned love. But she had given me up; slowly, sobbing, she left the room 1 opening the door for her and closing it behind her. “I almost broke down myself,” said I to Anita. “Poor woman! How can you be so calm? Yau women in your relations with each other are—a mys tery.” (To be Continued.) PUTNAM FADELESS DYES cost but 10 cents per package and color more goods faster and brighter colors. There is always room for a man of force, and he makes room for many. Lewis' Single Binder —'the famous straight 5c cigar, always best quality. 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