Loup City Northwestern J. W. BURLEIGH, Publisher. LOUP CITY, - - NEBRASKA. This Noisy Worla. “They that govern the most," saxth John SeltSen, following Marcus Aurel ius, "make the least noise." Perhaps we may say to our legislators, they that govern best permit the least of unnecessary noise. There has been some official response to the demands of wakeful citizens and their physi cians that night in the cities should he less racked by the din of whistles and bells. A few cities have suppressed chimes and engine whistles during the night-watches. In Massachusetts the railroad commissioners have for bidden whistling at certain railroad crossings over a large part of the state. The efforts of Mrs. Isaac Rice to mttffie the voices of the tugboats have borne some fruit of silence. She is at the head of a "Society for the Suppression of Unnecessary Noise." Largely in response to the demands of this society, congress has recently em powered the hoard of supervising in spectors of the steamboat inspection service to establish regulations gov erning the use of whistles as signals by steam vessels and prohibiting use less and unnecessary whistling. The board lias already forbidden unneces sary whistling in certain harbors, and is considering the possibility of sub stituting melodious whistles for such as torture the ear. Various bills to suppress noise have been presented in state legislatures and city councils, but legislating has not gone far. says Youth’s Companion. It will take time lor the idea to spread. Anyone who can understand why tan-bark is laid on the street near a house where a person lies ill. may in time learn that even when we are apparently in good health we may surer grievously from noise. The Woods ;n Old Violins. The old masters used such care In the selection of the woods for their in struments that, having found a piece of wood of proper fiber and vibration al powers, they treasured every frag ment, no matter how small; and lather than waste even a particle ol such a strip, they frequently con structed the backs and bellies ol patches so delicately put together that "the seams are only discoverable by microscope, so perfect is the cabinet work." Jt was ever the aim of the old masters to “marry" the back ot hard sycamore, which produces the quick vibrations, and the belly of soft wood, producing the slower sound waves, in such a manuer as to give the mellow but reedy timl>re of the perfect instrument. Anatomically, a violin made by an old master is a miracle of construction, remarks Eliz abeth Mitchell Stephenson, in Circle Magazine; it can be taken to pieces, patched, put together, repaired indefi nitely, and is almost indestructible. Repairing has been the means of ex posing many clever forgeries. The in ersons in America had ever heard of him, so little do we know of literary greatness when it is achieved by a writer in some foreign tongues. i DELUGE VimUPS, Author of “TKFCQSZ&c tyif* 30BBS-JZmi2ZL tXFKXbVrO AAAI I. .“MY RIGHT EYE OFFENDS ME.". Next day Langdon's stocks wavered, going up a little, going down a little, closing at practically the same figures at which they had opened. Then I sprang my sensation—that Langdon and his particular clique, though they controlled the Textile Trust, did not own so much as one-fiftieth of its vot ing stock. True "captains of indus try” that they were, they made their profits not out of dividends, but out of side schemes that absorbed about two-thirds of the earnings of the Trust, and out of gambling in its bonds and stocks. I said in conclu sion: “The largest owner of the stock is Walter G. Edmunds, of Chicago—an honest man. Send your voting proxies to him, and he can take the Textile company away from those now plun dering it." As the annual election of the Trust was only six weeks away, Langdon and his clique were in a panic. They rushed into the market and bought frantically, the public bidding against them. Langdon himself went to Chi cago to reason with Edmunds—that is, to try to find out at what figure he could be bought. And so on, day after day. 1 faithfully reporting to the public the main occurrences be hind the scenes. The Langdon at tempt to regain control by purchases of stock failed. He and his allies made wliat must have been to them .Never, tnougnt i, nas sne snown so poor an opinion of me as now.” “My uncle told me day before yes terday that it was not he but you,” she said, lifting her eyes to mine. It is inconceivable to me now that I could have misread their honest stqry: yet I did. "I had no idea your uncle's notion of honor was also eccentric,” said I, with a satirical smile that made the blood rush to her face. “That is unjust to him,” she re plied, earnestly. "He says he made you no promise of secrecy. And he confessed to me only because he wished to convince me that he had good reason for his high opinion of you.” "Really!” said I, ironically. “And no doubt he found you open wide to conviction—now.” This a subtlety to let her know that I undertsood why she was seeking me. "No,” she answered, lowering her eyes. “I knew—better than he.” For an instant this, spoken in a voice I had long given up hope of ever hearing from her, staggered my cyn ical conviction. Hut—“Possibly she thinks she is sincere," reasoned my head with my heart; “even the sincer est women, brought up as was she. al ways have the calculator underneath; they deny it, they don’t know it often, but there it is; with them, calculation Is as involuntary and automatic as their pulse.” So, I said to her, mock ingly: “Doubtless your opinion of me appalling sacrifices; but even at the high prices they offered, comparative ly little of the stock appeared. "I've caught them,” said 1 to Joe— the first time, and the last, during that campaign that I indulged in a boast. "If Edmunds sticks to you,” re plied cautious Joe. But Edmunds did not. I do not know at what price he sold him self. Probably it was pitifully small; cupidity usually snatches the instant bait tickles its nose. But I do know that my faith in human nature got its severest shock. Fortunately, Edmunds had held out. or, rather, Langdon had delayed ap proaching him. long enough for me to gain my main point. The uproar over the Textile Trust had become so great that the national department of com merce dared not refuse an investiga tion; and I straightway began to spread out in my daily letters the facts of the trust’s enormous earnings aud of the shameful sources c( those earnings. In the midst of the adulation, of the blares upon the trumpets of fame that saluted my waking and were wafted to me as I fell asleep at night —in the midst of all the turmoil, I was often in a great and brooding silence, longing for her, now with the im perious energy of passion, and now with the sad ache of love. What was she doing? What was she thinking? Now that Langdon had again played her false for the old price, with what eyes was she looking into the future? Alva, settled in a West Side apart ment not far from the ancestral white elephant, telephoned, asking me to come. I went, because she could and would give me news of Anita. But as I entered her little drawing-room, 1 said; "It was curiosity that brought me. I wished to see how you were in stalled.” "Isn't it nice and small?’ cried she. “Billy and I haven’t the slightest diffi culty in finding each other—as people so often have in the big houses.” And it was Billy this and Billy that, and what Billy said and thought and felt— and before they were married, she had called him William, and had declared “Billy” to be the most offensive com bination of letters that ever fell from human lips. "I needn’t ask if you are happy,” said I presently, with a dismal failure at; looking cheerful. “I can't stay but a moment,” I added, and if I had obeyed my feelings, I’d have risen up and taken myself and my pain away from surroundings as hateful to me as a summer sunrise in a death-cham ber. "Oh!” she exclaimed, in some con fusion. “Then excuse me.” And she hastened from the room. I thought she had gone to order, or perhaps to bring, the tea. The long minutes dragged away until ten had passed. Hearing a rustling in the hall, I rose, intending to take leave the In slant she appeared. The' rustling stopped just outside. I waited a few seconds, cried: "Well, I'm off. Next time I want to be alone, I’ll know where to come,” and advanced to the door. It was not Alva hesitating there: it was Anita. "I beg your pardon,” said I, coldly. If there had been room to pass 1 should have gone. What devil pos sessed me? Certainly in all our rela tions I had found her direct and frank, if anything, too frank. Doubtless it was the influence of my associations down town, where for so many months I had been dealing with the "short card” crowd of high finance, who would hardly play the game straight even when that was the easy way to win. My long, steady stretch in that stealthy and sinuous company had put me in the state of mind in which it is impossible to credit any human being with a motive that is decent or an ac tion that is not a dead-fall. Thus the obvious transformation in her made no impression on me. Her haughti ness, her coldness, were gone, and with them had gone all that bad been least like her natural self, mo$t like the repellent conventional pattern to which her mother and her associates had molded her. But I was saying to myself: "A trap! Langdon has gone back to his wife. She turns to me.” And I loved her and hated her. sort of thing. You can’t learn how to stand erect, and your eyes cannot bear the light.” “I am sorry," she said, slowly, hesi tatingly, “that your faith in me died just, when I might, perhaps, have justi fied it. Ours has been a pitiful series of misunderstandings.” “A trap! A trap!” I was warning myself. "You’ve been a fool long enough, Blacklock.” And aloud I said: “Well, Anita, the series is ended now. There’s ho longer any occasion for our lying or posing to each other. Any ar rangements your uncle’s lawyers sug gest will be made.” • I was bowing, to leave without shaking hands with her. But she would not have it so. “Please!'' she said, sketching out her long; slender arm and offering me her hand. What a devil possessed me that day! With every atom of me longing for her, I yet was able to take her hand and say, with a smile, that was, I doubt not, as mocking as my tone: "By all means let us be friends. And I trust you will not think me discourteous if I say that 1 shall feel safer in our friendship when we are both on neutral ground." As I was turning away, her look, my own heart, made me turn again. 1 caught her by the shoulders. 1 gazed into her eyes. “If I could only trust you, could only believe you!” I cried. “You cared for me when l wasn't worth it,” she said. “Now that 1 am more like what you once imagined me, you do not care.” Up between us rose Bangdon's face —cynical. mocking, contemptuous. "Your heart is his! You told me so! Don’t lie to me!” I exclaimed. And before she could reply, I was gone. Out from under the spell of her presence, back among the hucksters and assassins, the traps and ambushes of Wall street, I believed again; be lieved firmly the promptings of the devil that possessed me. “She would have given you a brief fool's paradise," said that devil. “Then what a hideous awakening!” And I cursed the day when New York’s insidious snobbish ness had tempted my vanity into start ing me on that degrading chase after "respectability.” "If she does not. move to free her self soon,” said I to myself, “I will “ YOU DO NOT BELIEVE MET SHE ASKED.” has been improving steadily ever since you heard that Mrs. Langdon had re covered her husband." She winced, as if 1 had struck her. "Oh!” she murmured. If she had been the ordinary woman, who in every crisis with man instinctively resorts to weakness' strongest weakness, tears, I might have a different story to tell. But. she fought back the tears in which her eyes were swimming and gathered herself together. “That is brutal,” she said, with not a touch of haughtiness, but not humbly, either. "But I deserve it.” "There was a thne," I went on. swept in a swift current of cold rage, "there was a time when I would have taken you on almost any terms. A man never makes a complete fool of himself about a woman but once in his life, they say. I have done my stretch—and it is over.” She sighed wearily. “Langdon came to see me soon after I left your house, and went to my uncle,” she said. “I will tell you what happened.” "I do not wish to hear,” replied I, adding pointedly, “I have been waiting ever since you left for news of your plans.” She grew white, and my heart smote me. She came into the room and seated herself. “Won’t you stop, please, for a moment longer?” she said. “1 hope that, at, least, we can part without bitterness. I understand now that everything is over between us. A woman’s vanity makes her be lief that a man cares for her die hard. I am convinced now—I assure you, I am. I shall trouble you no more about the past. But I have the right to ask you to hear me when I say that langdon came, and that I myself sent him away; sent him back to his wife.” "Touching self-sacrifice,”, said I, ironically. "No,” she replied. “I cannot claim | any credit. I sent him away only be ■ cause you and Alva had taught me how to judge him better. I do not despise him as do you; I know too well what has made him what he is. But I had to send him away.” My comment was an incredulous look and shrug. “I must be going,” I i said. f “You do not believe me?” she asked. “In my place, would you believe?” replied I. “You say I have taught you. Well, you have taught me, too—for in stance, that the years you’ve spent on your knees in the musty temple of conventionality before false gods have made you—fit only for the Langdon put my own lawyer to work. My right eye offends me. I will pluck it out.” CHAPTER XXXlli. “WILD WEEK.” "The Seven” made their fatal move on Updegraff's advice. I suspect. But i they would not have adopted his sug gestion had it not been so exactly congenial to their own temper of ar rogance and tyranny and contempt for the people who meekly, year after :%ir, presented themselves for the the shearing with fatuous bleats of en thusiasm. “The Seven." of course, controlled directly, or indirectly, all but a few of the newspapers with which I had ad vertising contracts. They also con trolled the main sources through which the press was supplied with news—and often and well they had used this control, and surprisingly cautious had they been not so to ■ abuse It that the editors and the pub-, lie would become suspicious. When my war was at its height, when I was | beginning to congratulate myself that, the huge magazines of “The Seven" ! were empty almost to the point at; The Ears of Criminals. Said to Differ Widely from Those of Normal Persons. Before the annual congress of German j anthropologists at Gorlitz, Prof. Blau, a well known authority on diseases of ; the ear, read an Interesting paper on : i the formation of the ears of criminals I and lunatics. Prof. Blau has taken accurate measurements of 1,061 ears. ; Of these 255 are the ears of lunatics | and 343 those of male criminals. The , examination, moreover, was confined to men of one race and one country. The professor comes to the conclu- j slon that in the vast majority of cases the various parts of the auricle, or external ear, are larger in the case of j criminals and lunatics than in the case of normal persons. This is espe cially noticeable in the helix, or in curved outer border of the ear, and also in the lobe. According to Prof. Blau, the larger the helix is the lower the state of mental development. The hearing faculty, on the other hand, is keener, and Prof. Blau illuatrates his theory by reference to the auricle of apes, who are all in possession of this extended outer border. Prof. Blau added the curious remark that an ab normal development of tha outer bor der was more noticeable among crim inals charged with sexual crime than among other classes of criminals. First Use of Ice Cream. Though the ancient Greeks and Ro mans used ice for table purposes to get through the hot months of sum mer, they knew nothing of “ices.” These were introduced into Franco from Italy about 1660 and were known at first as “fromages glaces,” iced cbeeses, although they were made of strawberries and apricots, and con tained not a drop of cream. From 1762 the use of “glaces’ ’in the plural was sanctioned by the French acad emy, but’ not before 1825 did “une glace” force its way into recognized acceptance. "Ices” are referred to from time to time in the eighteenth century in English people's letters from abroad. “Iced creams,” how ever were known as early as 1689, and by the middle of the eighteenth cen tury “ice cream” figured in cookery books. which they must sue for peace on my own terms, all in four days 43 of my 67 newspapers—and they the most im portant—notified me that they would no longer carry out their contracts to publish my daily letter. They gave as their reason, not the real one, fear of “The Seven,” but fear that 1 would involve them in ruinous libel suits. I who had legal proof for every state ment I made; 1 who was always care ful to understate! Next, one press association after another ceased to send out my letter as news, though they had been doing so regularly for months. The public had grown tired of the "sensation,” they said. I countered with a telegram to one or more newspapers in every city and large town in the United States: “ 'The Seven’ are trying to cut the wires between the truth and the pub lic. If you wish my daily letter, tele graph me direct and 1 will send it at my expense.” The response should have warned ‘,‘The Seven.” But it did not. Undei their orders the telegraph companies refused to transmit the letter. 1 got an injunction. It was obeyed in typi cal, corrupt corporation fashion—they sent my matter, but so garbled that it was unintelligible. I appealed to the courts. In vain. To me, it. was clear as sun in cloud less noonday sky that there could be but one result of this insolent and despotic denial of my rights and the rights of the people, this public con fession of the truth of my charges. I turned everything salable or mort gageable into cash, locked the cash up in my private vaults, and waitdd for the cataclysm. Thursday—Friday—Saturday. Ap parently all was tranquil: apparently the people accepted the Wall street theory that l was au "exploded sensa tion.” "The Seven" began to preen themselves; the strain upon them to maintain prices, it no less than for three months past, was not notably greater; the crisis would pass, 1 and my exposures would be forgotten, the routine of reaping the harvests and leaving only the gleanings for the sowers would soon be placidly re sumed. -Sunday. Roebuck, taken ill as he was passing the basket in the church of which he was the shining light, died at midnight —a beautiful, peaceful death, they say, with his daughter reading the Bible aloud, and his lips moving in prayer. Some hold that, had he lived, the tranquillity would have continued; but this is the view of those who cannot realize that the tide of affairs is no more controlled by the "great men" than is the river led down to the sea by its surface flotsam, by which we measure the speed and di rection of its .current. Under that ter rific tension, which to the shallow seemed a calm, something had to give way. If the dam had not yielded where Roebuck stood guard, it must have yielded somewhere else, or might have gone all in one grand crash. iviomiav. i tin huuw nit* mui) ui tn“ artist and his Statue of Grief—how he molded the features a hundred times, always failing, always getting an anti climax, until at last in despair he gave up the impossible and finished the statue with a veil over the face. I have tried again and again to assem ble words that would give some not too inadequate impression of that tre mendous week in which, with a succes sion of explosions, each like the crack of doom, the financial structure that housed SO,000.000 of people burst, col lapsed. was engulfed. I cannot. I must leave it to your memory or your imagination. For years the financial leaders, crazed by the excess of liower which the people had in ignorance and over confidence and slovenly good-nature permitted them to acquire, had been tearing out the honest foundations on which alone so vast a structure can hope to rest solid and secure. They had been substituting rotten beams painted to look like stone and iron. The crash had to come! the sooner, the better—when a thing is wrong, each day’s delay compounds the cost of righting it. So, with all the horrors of ‘ Wild Week” in mind, all its phys ical and mental suffering, all its ruin and rioting and bloodshel, I still can insist that I am justly proud of my share in bringing it about. The blame and the shame are wholly upon those who made “Wild Week" necessary and inevitable. In catastrophes, the cry is “Each for himself!” Hut in a cataclysm, the obvious wise selfishness is generosity, and the cry is: ‘‘Stand together, for, singly, we perish.” This was a cata clvsm. No one could save himself, except the few who. taking my often urged advice and following my exam ple, had entered the ark of ready money. Farmer and artisan and pro fessional man and laborer owed mer chant; merchant owed banker; banker owed depositor. No one could pay be cause no one could get what was due hfm or could realize upon his property. The endless chain of credit that binds together the whole of modern society had snapped in a thousand places. It must be repaired, instantly and se curely. But how—and by whom? (To be Continued.) CARE OF THE SICK ROOM. Above Ail Things the Walls Should Be Kept Dry. When the bedroom becomes a sick loom there is an added reason why ex treme precautions should be used to keep the room in a thoroughly sanitary condition. Above all things, the bedroom should never be darup. It should be nice and dry, always warm and comfortable in winter, cool and airy in summer, and bright and sunny some parts of the day. If there is any suspicion of damp [ ness in a bedroom it is probably due, I if there is wallpaper on the wall, to | the absorption of water by the paper which frequently acts as a blotting pa per and holds quantities of water in it. The use of wallpaper on walls is to be deplored; it means disease, ill health and' unhappiness. It is fre quently the cause of lung trouble, not only because of its dampness but also because of its power to retain infec tion of many kinds. The desired method of treating a tedroom wall is to tint it for the ala bastined wall is a perfect wall. It never flakes off, chips or peels. It ab sorbs moisture and expels it, it opens the pores of the plaster and makes a room livable and breathable. The floor in the bedroom should have light, eleanable, dainty rugs that can be easily shaken and a floor that is thoroughly oiled or varnished, that will not absorb moisture. The cracks in the floor should be thoroughly filled and covered. Woodwork in the bed room should he attended to carefully, window sills should be thoroughly var nished or waxed, and the window cas ings kept in perfect order. The doors should be wiped off frequently as also should be all the standing woodwork in the bedroom, as the presence of dust on woodwork is a menace to health as well as an evidence of poor housekeeping. WOMEN IN NEW FIELDS. British Smart Society Takes to "Hop ping”—Woman Veterinary. Work in the bop fields is the latest "rest cure” fad for London’s smart set. and the luxurious society "hop pers" claim that a week's hopping is far better and more pleasant than a rest at any well-known health resort. The tents of these well-to-do pickers are expensively furnished, and easy chairs, soft beds and up-to-date camp ing outfits are among their hopping appliances. In Berlin there is a woman veter inary surgeon who is an official in spector of animals. 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