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
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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
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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.)
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The Danish minister of agriculture,
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ever was when a sinnah refawms. we
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up ag'in disapp’intment. We's a heap
mo’ for solid business, dese times,
and lots less for noise, dan we used
to was, Yassah!”—Puck. |
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Poor Paint is Expensive
If one is rich enough to repaint his
buildings every year for the pleasure
of having a change of color scheme,
the quality of the paint used may cut
little figure. But if it is desirable to
cut the painting bills down to the least
amount possible per year, it is of the
utmost importance that the paint be
made of Pure White Lead and the
best of Linseed Oil. There are imita
tions in the form of alleged White
Lead, and there are substitutes in the
form of ready-prepared paints.
We guarantee our White Lead to be
absolutely pure, and the Dutch Boy
on the side of every keg is your sate.
-guard. Look for
him.
SEND FOR
| BOOK
**A Talk on Paint."
gives valuable in for
mat ion ou tii* paint
l subject. Sent tree
i _ upon request.
NATIONAL LEAD COMPANY
in whichever of the folhtw
t'ny cities is neartst you:
New York. Boston. Buffalo. Cleveland.
Cincinnati. Chicago, St. JL«'uit, Philadel
phia'.John T. Lewis A Bros. Co. . Pittsburgh
(National Lead A Oil Co.)
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SICK HEADACHE
—-=—i Positive ly cured by
f\S OfrDv these l-atle Pills.
\jf\ |\i IL llO They also relievo Dis
tress from Dyspepsia. In*
ITTLE digestion and Too Ilea-ty
3 At p PJ Eating. A perfect rem
I V fall edy for Dizziness. Nau3ia.
BILLS. Drowsiness. Bad Taste
—i In tho Mouth, Coa ed
Tongue. Pain In the SI le,
--1 TORPID DIVER. TLey
regulate the Bowels. Purely Vegetable.
SMALL PILL. SMALL DOSE. SMALL PRICE.
Genuine Must Bear
Fac-Simiie Signature
REFUSE SUBSTITUTES.
Mica Axle Grease
Best lubricant for axles in the
world—long wearing and very ad
hesive.
j Makes a heavy load draw like a
light one. Saves h.lf the wear on
wagon and team, and increases the
earning capacity of your outfit.
Ask your dealer for flica Axle
Qrease.
STANDARD
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DEFIANCE STARCH---.’.?..':
•Other starches only 12 ounce®—tame price »od
’DEFIANCE" IS SUPERIOR QUALITY*
A II OTTflffl I H
11AM un IA
v— U,L.nmumi ^ For Infants and Children.
A\fcgetable Preparationfor As I ^ ^
similating the Food andRegula- H _ .,
ting theStoinaclB and Bowels of M J363XS tllG
-9 Signature
Promotes Digeslion.CheerfuF- |g
ness andRest.Contains neither B
Opium,Morphine nor Mineral. ■ U1
Not Narcotic. .9
Hmjr &OUJ*SAMUEL PITCHER BE
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BMUSJm- I U
A perfect Remedy forConstipa B
Hon, Sour Stomach,Diarrhoea ■
Worms .Convulsions .Feverish- H Cam AIiia*
ness anil Loss of Sleep. ■ rUl 111 I Cl
Facsimile Signature of ^B
I Thirty Years
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EXACT COPY OF WRAPPER. H ||jli|V I 11 I] IM
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