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loap City Northwestern J. W. BURLEIGH, Publisher. IX>UP CITY, • • NEBRASKA. Telling your troubles increases the circle of your enemies. If the milk dealers do not have a care we may quit them and drink our water unadulterated. “China on Verge of Revolution,” says a headline. Better get your other shirt out before it’s too late. Perhaps if you got to the end of the rainbow you’d find merely a pot of clearing house certificates. A bank teller recently died of myxedema, caused by handling paper money. Oh, death, where is thy sting? Detroit’s shelter home for pet cats looks like a doubtful proposition. There are too many alleys and back fences. A Kentucky boy swallowed a can die moth and choked to death. Candle moths should always be cooked and carved before eating. A Philadelphia man urges the de scendants of the Mayflower Pilgrims to aid in the Roosevelt reform. But, goodness, who would there be left to reform ? Men will get more kisses from their wives if they use their Sunday drink money for shaves, according to one Chicago woman. The experiment is worth trying. Rider Haggard, according to a liter ary journal, writes 4,000 words a day when he feels in the mood. Fortunate ly for the author’s reputation, he sel dom feels like It. Miss Liberty on Bedloes Island is complained of because she “taps” the wireless line and intercepts messages. But no one can charge her with re peating the secrets she learns. A Philadelphia man who wore a rubber tube in his lungs for 20 years has just had it cut out. He probably thought he couldn’t afford the luxury, In these days of high-priced rubber. The two French counts who have just fought a pistol duel in which both opponents were wounded must be very bad shots indeed. Still it is a strange coincidence that both of them should be hit. The snake department of nature study, which has been rather quiet for some months, is looking up again. An Ohio woman has found a live and fully developed garter snake in a chicken’s craw, where it was living on the food that the unfortunate chicken had swallowed for its own benefit. An Evansville, Ind., man has just been discharged, in a case of wife desertion,, because his wife talked so Incessantly In court that the judge concluded that the desertion was jus tifiable self-defense. It is not stated, remarks the Indianapolis Star, wheth er the lady acquired her conversation al powers in a woman’s club or as a gift of nature. Mr. Roosevelt, in the fiftieth year of his life, has been president six years. Washington at the beginning of his fiftieth year had not taken Yorktown. At 50 Jefferson was secre tary of state, Jackson was yet to fight the Seminoles, Lincoln was debating with Douglas. Four only of the presi dents before Roosevelt-Pierce, Grant, Garfield and Cleveland—were inau gurated before they had passed 50. A long series of three hundredth an niversaries is likely to be celebrated, now that the Jamestown fair has set the example. That no opportunity might escape. Harvard university lately celebrated the three hundredth anniversary of the birth of its found er. Eut what a time there will be in New England, to say nothing of the rest of the country, when the ter centenary of the landing of the Pil grims comes round in 1920! Reports from the surveyors who have been marking the line between Canada and Alaska indicate that as originally fixed in 1898 it was 600 feet too far west. The United States Is' to have a strip 600 feet wide and many miles long, which, until the present survey, the Canadians sup posed belonged to them. The proper boundary is the one hundred and for ty first meridian northward from Mount St. Elias. In the commercial treaty recently made between Canada and France the Dominion for the first time negotiated directly with a foreign power through Its own officials without the interven tion of British diplomats. Sir Wil frid Laurier, the Canadian prime miri^ ister, went himself to Paris and ar ranged the terms of the treaty. Al though the treaty is actually concluded by the British government, yet the fact that the colonial authorities made the arrangement independently marks an important advance in the power of the Canadian government. An eagle measuring seven feet four Inches from tip to tip has been cap tured in New Jersey. Now is the op portunity to discover whether the bird on the St. Gaudens coin is the bona fide article or merely a nature fake. Workingmen nave just as good a right to go back to Europe to visit the old folks during the winter as the railroad presidents have to take a run over in the summer. Never fear but that they will come back when work opens up in the spring, even if they have to swim. BOB HAMPTON , of PLACtRj By /tANMLlPAMHSH AUTHOR Of 'vmmm&mM" w/wum/m Hme/U/HMfTC ^c cot>ypKNr/M63r/i.c.AfsrLi//xsco. SYNOPSIS. A detachment of the Eighteenth in fantry. from Fort Bethune trapped by Indians in a narrow gorge. Among them is a stranger who introduces himself by the name of Hampton, also Gillis the I post trader, and his daughter. Gillis and a majority of the soldiers are killed dur ing a three days’ siege. Hampton and the girl only escape from the Indians. They fall exhausted on the plains. A j company of the Seventh cavalry, Lieut. Brant in command, find them. Hampton | and the girl stop at the Miners’ Home in Glencaid, Mrs. Duffy, proprietress. Hamp ! ton talks the future over with Miss Gil lis—the Kid. She shows him her moth er’s picture and tells him what she can of her parentage and life. They decide she shall live with Mrs. Herndon. Naida the Kid—runs away from Mrs. Herndon’s and rejoins Hampton. He induces her to go back, and to have nothing more to do with him. Hampton plays his last game of cards. He announces to Red Slavin that he has quit, and then leaves Glen caid. Miss Phoebe Spencer arrives in Glencaid to teach its first school. Miss Spencer meets Naida, Rev. Wynkoop, etc. She boards at Mrs. Herndon's. Naida and Lieut. Brant again meet with out his knowing who she is. She informs him of the coining Bachelor club ball in honor of Miss Spencer. Lieut Brant, meets Silent Murphy. Custer’s scout. He reports trouble brewing among the Sioux. Social difficulties arise at the Bachelor club’s ball among the admirers of Miss Spencer. Lieut. Brant meets Miss Spen cer but she is not his acquaintance of the day before. She tells him of Naida, and he accidentally meets her again as he is returning to the ballroom with a fan for Miss Spencer. CHAPTER XV.—Continued. “The case seems fully proved,” she confessed, laughingly, “and it is sure ly not my duty to punish the culprit. What did you talk about? But, pshaw, I know well enough without asking— she told you how greatly she admired the romance of the west, and begged you to call upon her with a recital of your own exploits. Have I not guessed aright?” raruaig, di least, suiue such e.\. | p cessions were used.” "Of course, they always are. I do not know whether they form merely a 1 part of her stock in trade, or are spoken earnestly. You would laugh to hear the tales of wild and thrilling ad venture which she picks up, and actu ally believes. That Jack Moffat pos sesses the most marvelous imagina tion for such things, and if I make fun of his impossible stories she becomes angry in an instant.” "I am afraid you do not greatly ad mire this Miss Spencer?” “Oh, but I do; truly I do. You must not think me ungrateful. No one has ever helped me more, and beneath this mask of artificiality she is really a noble-hearted woman. I do not un derstand the necessity for people to lead false lives. Is it this way in all society—eastern society, I mean? Do men and women there continually scheme and flirt, smile and stab, for ever assuming parts like so many play actors?” "It is far too common." he admitted, touched by her naive questioning. “What is known as fashionable social life has become an almost pitiful sham, and you can scarcely conceive the relief it. is to meet with one utter ly uncontaminated by its miserable de ceits, its shallow make-believes. It is no wonder you shock the nerves of such people; the deed is easily accom plished." tsut i ao not mean to. Ana sne looked at him gravely, striving to make him comprehend. “I try so hard to be—be commonplace, and—and sat isfied. Only there is so much that seems silly, useless, pitifully con temptible that I lose all patience. Perhaps I need proper training in what Miss Spencer calls refinement; but why should I pretend to like what I don’t like, and to believe what I don’t believe? Cannot one act a lie as well as speak one? And is it no longer right to search after the truth?” “I have always felt it was our duty to discover the truth wherever possi ble,” he said, thoughtfully; “yet, I confess, the search is not fashionable, :.3T the earnest seeker popular.” A little trill of laughter flowed from between her parted lips, but the sound was not altogether merry. “Most certainly I am not. They all | scold me, and repeat with manifest horror the terrible things I say, being unconscious that they are evil. Why should I sc spect thoughts that come to me naturally. I want to know, to understand. I grope about in the dark. It seems to me sometimes that this whole world is a mystery. I go to Mr. Wynkoop with my questions, and they only seem to shock him. Why should they? God must have put all these doubts and wonderings into my mind, and there must be an an swer for them somewhere. Mr. Wyn koop is a good man, I truly respect him. I want to please him, and I ad mire his intellectual attainments; but how can he accept so much on faith and be content? I know I am a per fect heathen,—Miss Spencer says I am,—but do you think it is so awful for me to want to know these things?” “You merely express clearly what thousands feel without the moral cour age to utter it. The saddest part it all is, the deeper we delve the less we are satisfied in our intellectual na tures. We merely succeed In learning that we are the veriest pygmies. Men like Mr. Wynkoop are simply driven back upon faith as a last resort, abso luteh baffled by an impenetrable wall, against which they batter mentally in vain." * “Are you a church member?” “Yes.” “Do you believe those things you do not understand?” He drew a deep breath, scarcely knowing at that moment how best to answer, yet sincerely anxious to lead this girl toward the light. “The majority of men do not talk much about such matters. They hold them sacred. Yet I will speak frankly with you. I could not statte in words my faith so that it would be clearly apprehended by the mind of another. I am in the church because I believe its efforts are toward righteousness, because I believe the teachings of Christ are perfect, His life the highest possible type of living, and because through Him we receive all the infor mation regarding a future existence which we possess. That my mind rests satisfied I do not say; I simply accept what is given, preferring a lit tle light to total darkness.” “But here they refuse to accept any one like that. They say I am not yet in a fit state of mind.” “Such a judgment would seem to me narrow. I was fortunate in coming under the influence of a broad-minded religious teacher. To my statement of doubts he simply said; ‘Believe what you can; live the very best you can, and keep your mind open toward the light.’ It seems to me now this is all that anyone can do whose nature will not permit of blind, unquestion able faith.” “I am so glad you have spoken in that way,” she confessed. “I shall never feel quite so much alone in the world again, and I shall see these mat ters from a different viewpoint. Is it wrong—unwomanly, I mean—for me to question spiritual things?” "I am unable to conceive why it should be. Surely woman ought to be do not remember any other subjects she talks about.” "Yet it was the most natural topic imaginable—yourself.” “You were discussing me? Why, how did that happen?” “Very simply, and I was wholly to blame. To be perfectly honest. Miss Nt.ida, I attended the dance to-night for no other object than to meet you again. But I had argued myself into the belief that you were Miss Spencer. The discovery of my mistake merely intensified my determination to learn who you really were. With this pur pose, I interviewed Miss Spencer, and during the course of our conversation the facts of my first meeting with you became known.” “You told her how very foolish I acted?” “I told her how deeply interested I had become in your outspoken man ner.” “Oh! And she exclaimed, ‘How ro mantic!’ ” “Possibly; she likewise took occa sion to suggest that you were merely a child, and seemed astonished that 1 should have given you a second thought.” “Why, I am 18.” “I told her 1 believed you to be of that age, and she ignored my remark. But what truly surprised both of us was, how you happened to know my name.” The girl did not attempt to answer, and she was thankful enough that there was not sufficient light to be tray the reddening of. her cheeks. “And you do not mean, even now, to make clear the mystery?” he asked. “Not—now,” she answered, almost timidly. “It is nothing much, only I would rather not now.” The sudden sound of voices and laughter in the street beneath brought them both to their feet. “Why, they are coming across to stipper,” she exclaimed, in surprise. “How long we have been here, and it has seemed scarcely a moment! I shall certainly be in for a scolding, Lieut. Brant; and I fear your only means of saving me from being promptly sent home in disgrace will be to escort me in to supper.” “A delightful punishment!” He drew her hand through his arm, and said: “And then you will pledge me the first dance following?” “Oh, you mustn’t ask me. Really, I have not been on the floor to-night; I am not in the mood.” “Do you yield to moods?" “Why, of course I do. Is it not a woman's privilege? If you know me long it will be to find me all moods.” “If they only prove as attractive as the particular one swaying you to night, I shall certainly have no cause for complaint. Come, Miss Naida, He Drew Forth the Fan and Held It Out Toward Her. as deeply concerned in things spirit ual as man.” “How very strange it is that we should thus drift into such an intimate talk at our second meeting!” she ex claimed. “But it seems so easy, so natural, to converse frankly with some people—they appear to draw out all that is best in one’s heart. Then there are others who seem to parch and wither up every germ of spiritual life.” "There are those in the world who truly belong together,” he urged, dar ingly. "They belong to each other by some divine law. They may never be privileged to meet: but if they do, the commingling of their minds and souls is natural. This talk of ours to-night has. perhaps, done me as much good as you.” “Oh, I am so glad if it has! I—I do not believe you and Miss Spencer conversed in this way?” "Heaven forbid! And yet it might puzzle you to guess what was the main topic of our conversation.” "Did it interest you?” "Deeply.”' “Well, then, it could not be dress, or men, or western romance, or society in Boston, or the beautiful weather. I guess it was books.” “Wrong; they were never men tioned.” "Then I shall have to give up, for I please cultivate the mood to say yes before those others arrive.” She glanced up at him, shaking her dark hair. her. lips smiling. “My present mood is certainly a good-na tured one,” she confessed, softly, "and consequently it is impossible to say no.” His hand pressed hers, as the throng ing couples came merrily up the steps. "Why, Naida, is this you, child? Where have you been all this time?” It was Miss Spencer, clinging to Mr. Wynkoop's arm. "Merely sitting out a dance,” was the seemingly indifferent answer; then she added sweetly, “Have you ever met my friend. Lieut. Brant, of the Seventh cavalry, Phoebe? We were just going in to supper.” Miss Spencer,'s glance swept over the silent young officer. “I believe I have had the honor. It was my priv ilege to be introduced to the gentle man by a mutual friend.” The inward rush of hungry guests swept them all forward in laughing, jostling confusion; but Naida's cheeks burned with indignation. CHAPTER XVI. The Reappearance of an Old Friend. After supper the lieutenant and Naida danced twice together, the young girl’s mood having apparently | changed to one of buoyant, careless happiness, her dark eyes smiling, her lips uttering freely whatever thought came uppermost. Outwardly she pic tured the gay and merry spirit of the night, yet to Brant, already observing her with the jealousy of a lover, she appeared distrait and restless, her af fectation of abandon a mere mask to i her feelings. Perhaps these things might have passed unnoted but for their contrast with the late confiden tial chat. He could not reconcile this sudden change with what he believed of her. It was not carried out with the prac ticed art of one accustomed to deceit. There must be something real influ encing her action. These misgivings burdened his mind even as he swung lightly with her to the music, and they talked together in little snatches. The last two waltzes ended, they walked slowly through the scattering throng, he striving vainly to arouse her to the former independence and intimacy of speech. Suddenly they came face to face with Mrs. Herndon, and Brant felt the girl’s arm twitch. “I have been looking everywhere for you, Naida,” Mrs. Herndon said, a slight complaint in her voice “We were going home.” Naida’s cheeks reddened painfully. “1 am so sorry if I have kept you waiting,” her words spoken with a rush, “but—but, Lieut. Brant was in tending to accompany me. We were just starting for the cloakroom.” “Oh, indeed!” Mrs. Herndon's ex pression was noncommittal, while her eyes surveyed the lieutenant. “With your permission, of course,” he said. “I hardly think I have any need to interfere.” They separated, the younger people walking slowly, silently toward the door. He held her arm, assisting her to descend the stairway, his lips mur muring a few commonplaces, to which she scarcely returned even monosyl labic replies, although she frequently flashed shy glances at his grave face. Both realized that some explanation was forthcoming, yet neither was quite prepared to force the issue. ■“I have no wraps at the hotel,” she said, as he attempted to turn that way. “That was a lie also; let us walk directly down the road.” He indulged in no comment, his eyes perceiving a pathetic pleading in her upturned face. Suddenly there came to him a beli#f that the girl tvas | trying; he could feel the slight tremor of her form against his own. He glanced furtively at her, only to catch ! the glitter of a falling tear. To her evident distress, his heart made in stant and sympathetic response. With all respect influencing the action, his ; hand closed warmly over the smaller ; one on his sleeve. “Little girl,” he said, forgetting the j shortness of their acquaintance in the deep feeling of the moment, "tell me what the trouble is.” “I suppose you think me an awful creature for saying that,” she blurted out, without looking up. “It wasn’t ladylike or nice, but—but I simply couldn’t help it, Lieut. Brant.” “You mean your sudden determina tion to carry me home with you?” he asked, relieved to think this might prove the entire difficulty. “Don't let that worry you. Why, I am simply re joiced at being permitted to go. Do you know, I wanted to request the privilege all the time we were dancing together. But you acted so differently from when we were beneath the vines that I actually lost my nerve.” She looked up and he caught a fleet ing glimpse into her unveiled eyes. “I did not wish you to ask me.” “What?” He stopped suddenly. I "Why, then, did you make such an an- ! nouncement to Mrs. Herndon?” “Oh, that was different,” she ex plained, uneasily. “I had to do that; I-had to trust you to help me out, but —but I really wanted to go home i alone.” He swept nis unDeneving eyes around over the deserted night scene, not knowing what answer to return to so strange an avowal. “Was that what caused you to appear so distant to me in the hall, so vastly different from what you had been before?” She nodded, but with her gaze still upon the ground. "Miss Naida,” he said, “it would be cowardly for me to attempt to dodge this issue between us. Is it because you do not like me?” She looked up quickly, the moon light revealing her flushed face. “Oh, no, no! you must never think that. I tol<J you I was a girl of moods; under those vines I had one mood, in the hall another. Cannot you under stand?” “Very little," he admitted, "for I am more inclined to believe you are the j possessor of a strong will than that you are swayed by moods. Listeir. If | I thought that a mere senseless mood had caused your peculiar treatment of me to-night, I should feel justified in yielding to a mood also. But I will not lower you to that extent in my estima tion; I prefer to believe that you are the true-hearted, frankly spoken girl of the vine shadow. It is this abiding conviction as to your true nature which holds me loyal to a test. Miss Naida, is it now your desire that I leave you?” He stepped aside, relinquishing her arm, his hat in hand, but she did not move from where he left her. “It—it hurts me,” she faltered, “for ! I truly desire you to think in that way ! of me, and I—I don't know what is [ best to do. If I tell you why I wished to come alone, you might misunder- | stand; and if I refuse, then you will suspect wrong, and go away despising me.” "I sincerely wish you might repose sufficient confidence in me as a gentle man to believe I never betray a t.rnnt, never pry into a Indy’s secret.” (TO BE CONTOf&’JiD.) FIVE MONTHS IN HOSPITAL. Discharged Because Doctors Could Not Cure. Levi P. Brockway, S. Second Ave., Anoka, Minn., says: “After lying for muuiua in a uua pital I was dis charged as incurable and given only six months to live. My heart was affected. I had smotnering spells, and some times fell uncon scions. I got so I couldn't use ray arms, my eyesight was impaired and the kidney secre tions were badly disordered. I was completely worn out and discouraged when I began using Doan's Kidney Pills, but they went right to the cause of the trouble and did their work wel I have been feeling well ever since Sold by ali dealers. 50 cents a bo* Foster-Miiburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. IMPORTANCE OF THE COMMA. Getting Punctuation Mark in Wrong Place May Cause Trouble. "Some lawsuits of the highest im portance have hinged upon the right placing of a comma," said Judge K. C. Downing of St. Louis. “When I first started to practice law a Missouri edtor came to me in a peck of trouble to defend him against a threatened libel suit grow ing out of faulty punctuation. He had not meant to give some innocert young woman the slightest offense when he wrote a story about ‘two yonng men who went with their girls to attend a lecture and after they left, tho girls got drunk.’ Putting that mis erable little comma out of its right place did the work, as it made the girls the ones who became inebriated instead of their escorts. I managed by proper diplomacy and the publics tton of a neat apology to stave off the damage suits, and afterward my editorial friend became an expert on punctuation." THE DIPLOMAT. Governess—Who was the wisest man? Tommy—Solomon. 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