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Loup City Northwestern J. W. BURLEIGH, Publisher. LOUP CITY, - - NEBRASKA. There is no accounting for tastes. Grip bacilli love a close, ill-ventilateil room. Do not strain yoflr eyes looking for prosperity, but get ont and lielp it along:. Gertrude Atherton finds Edith Wharton "dull ." W e await Edith t cross-counter. In the new year it is believed that a larger number than ever will try tc swear off their taxes. Now that tin- Japs in Ya neon vet have become the aggressors, what wii be the international aspect of tin case? What would the naval doctor in command do if his boat were seizet with a sinking spell? Inject nitrogly cerine? Leap year will have a salutary ef feet on the vanity of those bachelors who have been enjoying anticipatory thrills of worry These scientific inquiries as to why mosquitoes do not bite frogs are plain ly an effort to tempt somebody to start nature faking. A wooden pavement, when made ol rectangular blocks that have been creosoted and honestly laid, approach es closely to the ideal. Andrew Carnegie's opinion that the world is growing better indicates the complacent mood that conies when the golf is going well. _____-( As to the proposition to pension out ex-presidents, ought not something be done for one or two of our most dis tinguished never-presidents? After so much warning the average man will be terribly disappointed if he does not receive at least one pro posal during tbe coming year. South America is naturally in clined to regard the fleet as some thing that does not particularly con cern its interests one way or another. That Muskegon man who rescued a Detroit hoy front drowning by bold ing a rope in his mouth may be said to have saved him by the skin of his teeth. • Ann, according to the Philadelphia Bulletin, is a popular name among brides. And Anny name for a bride groom is sufficient for a receptive bride. An Ohio judge is a private in the national guard of that state. He would be in a quandary if the troops should be railed out while he is trying a case. That this is an age of paradoxes is proved again by the fact that a famous living skeleton, formerly with Bar nurn. has just died from fatty degen eration. A man who- possesses the iitles of earl and baron is starving in St. Louis because he cannot find a job. He does not explain why be lias neglected to man y an heiress. If any foreign nation should attack our noble fleet of battle ships on their journey. Admiral Kvans will doubtless order the battery of 21 pianolas into action, and the fight will be over. A man six feet one inch in height and weighing only so pounds has just died in Rhode Island. What a great tester of airships be would have been if he had made use of his talents! A New York cafe has made its women patrons a New Year's present of permission to smoke. In making some presents it is often a wise thing to consult the tastes of the recipients. Fifty members of the Massachusetts legislature work by the day for wages. It is to be Imped that their election to the legislature may not lead them to think working for a living is foolish or unnecessary. One of the predictions for the new year is that it will solve the problem of practical aerial travel. So much progress has been made in this direc tion and interest is so enthusiastically aroused in the various experiments on the subject, that this prediction will not be received as one of visionary projects which no sane and conserva tive person expects to see realized. A marriage is to be celebrated in New Haven which has a rather un usual romance. While attending a game of golf the lady in the case hit a ball which struck and stunned the gentleman. On his recovery the peni tent player apologized and the ro mance followed. This year, however, the fair sex will not be obliged to re sort to such vigorous measures to bring down their game, as. being leap year, they have the privilege of pro posing, while the men have not that of refusing. A Montreal paper has been fined for calling the members of the provin cial legislature fools and ignoramuses. The paper would probably have been able to secure a verdict in its own favor if it had not indulged in such silly tautology. A scientfst has discovered that a grip germ has barbs. These, in ad dition to the thumb-screws, red-hot pinchers and ice tongs, give him a decided advantage over such puerile bacilli as these of malaria and small pox. BOB HAMPTON of PLACER I By RAMRALl PARR/SH AUTHOR OF "HriwOFMom 'Hisrm/umM I COPYMC'HT 3Y.4CM'CLVGC SCO. SYNOPSIS. A detachment of the Eighteenth in- j fantrv from Fort Itelhune trapped hv Indians in a narrow gorge. Among them is a stninRt‘1' who introduces himself by tile name of Hampton, also Hillis the post trailer, and his daughter. (lillis and a majority of the soldiers are killed dur ing a three days’ siege. Hampton and the girl only escape from ".lie Indians. . They fall exhausted on the plains. A j company of the Seventh cavalry. Lump, j Brant in command, bud them. Hampton aid the girl stop at the Miners’ Home in tJlencaid. Mrs. Huffy, proprietress. Hamp ton talks tin future over with Miss <»il 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 Ibrndons and rejoins Hampton, lie induces her to go back, and to have nothing more to do with him. Hampton plays his last game of cards. He announces to Bed Slavm that he has quit, and then leaves C.len t aid. Miss Phoebt Spencer arrives in Glencaid to teach its first school. Miss Spencer meets Naida, Kcv. Wynkoop. etc. She boards at Mrs. Herndons. Naida and Lieut. Brant again meet with out his knowing who she is. She informs Him of the coming Bachelor elub ball »n honor of Miss Spencer. Lieut. Brant meets Silent Murphy, Custer’s scout. He reports trouble brewing among the Sioux. Social diTiculties arise at the Bachelor club’s ball among the admirers of Miss Spenc* r. Lieut. Brant meets Miss Spon ger but she is not his acquaintance of the d y before: She tells him of Naida. and be accidentally meets b* r again as he is returning to the ballroom with a fan for Miss Spencer. Brant accompanies Naida home from the dance. On the way she informs him as t<* who she is. and that she is to meet Hampton. Brant and nampion m»-**i. i i:i:npit'M lunuin^ lieutenant that his attentions to Naicla must I'ca.v. anti prn< kiims an authority over her that justifies the statement. Brant tells Hampton of the presence of Silent Murphy, and the fact that Hj'-d Slavin receives government messages lor him. Miss Spencer railed on Bob Hamp ton. Tells him of a r< d-faced stranger mistaking h»*r for Naida Brant inter views Hod Slavin. Kinds that he is an « >: tmop*r in tie- Seventh cavalry. It S'c.vin’s ami Murphy’s testimony that more than ten >>;trs l*efore had convietod Robert Nolan, tin mi a • aptain in tie- Sev enth, of the murder of Maj. Brant. Sr. Hampton attempts to force a confession from Slavin. Slavin insists it is Murphy he wants, and Murphy has left. In a scuffle Slavin is killed by a knife thrust. Hampton surrenders to Buck Mas. n. marshal. Mob attempts to capture him. Mason and his prisoner escape to a hill and defend themselves. Mob lights tire to burn them out. Brant tolls Naida that he lo\es her. Sh*- lei's him there is an insurmountable barrier between them, but that she do* s not fully understand it. Brant and his troop rescues Hampton and Mason from the tires set by tip* mob. Brant carries the unconscious gambler through tie* lin -s of ti ♦*. Hamp ton is tak* a to the hot*• 1 and Naida comes to nurse him. CHAPTER XXIV,—Continued. The Rev. Mr. Wynkoop always felt serenely confident of an uninterrupted welcome upon Sunday evenings after service, while the other nights of the week were evenly apportioned be I tween the two more ardent aspirants. On Monday. Wednesday and Friday evenings the Miners’ Retreat was a scene of wild hilarity, for it was then that Mr. Moffat was known to be com fortably seated in the Herndon parlor, relating gruesome tab :; of wild moun-j tain adventure which paled the cheeks of his fair and entranced listener. Then I on Tuesday. Thursday and Saturday nights, when Mr. McNeil rode gallant ly in on his yellow bronco, bedecked in all the picturesque paraphernalia of the boundless plains, revolver swing-; ing at thigh, his wide sombrero shad-j owing his dare-devil eyes, the front of : the gay Occidental blazed with lights and became crowded to the doors with enthusiastic herders drinking deep to the success of their representative. It is no more titan simple justice to the fair Phoebe to state that she was, as her aunt expressed it, "in' a dread ful state of mind." Between these two picturesque and typical knights of plain and mountain she vibrated, un able to make deliberate choice. While laboring in this state of indecision late one Wednesday night Moffat tramped heavily into the Miners' Re treat and called Long Pete Lumley over into a deserted corner of the bar room. “Well, .lack." the latter began ex pectantly, "hev ye railly got Uie cinch ou that cowboy at last, hey?" "Dorn it all. Pete, I'm blamed if 1 know : leastwise. I ain't got no sure prove-up. 1 tell ye tliet girl's just about the toughest piece o’ rock 1 ever had any special call to assay. Ye see it's this way. She's got some dlirn down east notion that she's got ter be rescued, an' borne away in the arms of her hero like they do in them pesky novels the Kid’s alleys readin', and so 1 reckon I've got ter rescue her!" "Rescue her front wliut, .lack?" "Well, ye see, Pete, maybe I’m part ly to blame. I’ve sorter been enter tainin' her nights with some stories regardin' road agents an' things o’ thet sort, while, so fur, as i kin larn, thet blame chump of a McNeil hes been fillin' her up scandalous with In juns, until she’s plum got 'em on the brain. And now, I reckon as how it's got ter be Injuns." "Whut's got ter be Injuns?" "Why thet outfit whut runs off with her. of course. I reckon you fellers will stand in all right ter help pull me out o' this hole?" Long Pete nodded. "Well, Pete, this is 'bout whut's got ter be done, es near es I lun figger it out. You pick out maybe half a dozen good fellers who kin keep their mouths shet an’make injuns out of ’em. Then you lay fer her, say bout next Wednes day, out in them Carter woods, when she’s cornin’ home from school. I'll kinder naturally happen long bv acci dent 'bout thf head o' the gulch, an' jump in an' rescue her. Sabe?” Lumley gazed at bis companion with eyes expressive of admiration. "Hy thunder, if you haven't got a cocoanut on ye. Jack! Lord, but thet. ought to get her a Ilyin'! Any shootin'?" "Sure!" Moffat's face exhibited a faint smile at these words of praise. "It wouldn't be no great shucks of a rescue without, an' this lies got. ter lie the real thing. Only, 1 reckon, ye bet ter shoot high, so that-' won't be no hurt done." When the two gentlemen parted a few moments later the conspiracy was fully hatched, all preliminaries per fected and the gallant rescue of Miss Silencer assured. Indeed, there is some reason now to believe that this desirable result was rendered doubly certain, for as Moffat moved slowly past the Occidental on his way home a person attired in chaps and som brero, and greatly resembling McXeil. was in the hack room, breathing some linal instructions to a few bosom friends. "Xow don't—eh—any o' you fellers —eh—go an' forget the place. Jump in—eh—lively, just afore she—eh— gits ter thet thick hunch—eh—under brush, wliar' the trail sorter—eh— drops down inter the ravine. An' you chumps wanter—eh—git—yerselves up so she can t pipe any of ye off—ch in this yere—eh—road-agent act. I tell ye, after what thet—eh—Moffat's “Miss Spencer—Phoebe—It Is Only I, Mr. Wynkoop.” bin a-pnmpin' inter her, slip's just got tor he—eh—rescued, an' in blame good style, er—eh—it ain't no go.” "Oh, you rest easy 'bout all thet, mil." chimed in Sandy Winn, his black eyes dancing in anticipation of coming fun. We'll git up the orn ariest outfit whut ever hit the pike." The long shadows of the late after noon were already falling across the gloomy Carter woods, while the red sun sank lower behind old Hull moun tain. Rev. Howard Wynkoop, who for more than an hour past had been vain ly dangling a fishing line above the dancing waters of Clear creeks, now reclined dreamily on the soft turf of the high hank, his eyes fixed upon the distant sky line. His thoughts were on the tlossv hair and animated face of the fair Miss Spencer, who he momentarily expected would round the edge of the hill, and so deeply did he become sunk in blissful reflection as to be totally oblivious to every thing but her approach. •lust above his secret resting place, where the gryat woods deepen, and the gloomy shadows lie darkly all through the long afternoons, a small party of hideously painted savages skulked silently in ambush. Sudden ly to their strained ears was home the sound of horses’ hoofs; and then, all at once, a woman's voice rang out in a single shrill, startled cry. “Whut is up?” questioned the lead ing savage, hoarsely. "Is he a-doin’ this little job all by hisself?” "Dunno.” answered the fellow- next him. flipping his quirt uneasily; "but I reckon as how it's her as squealed, an' we'd better be gitting in ter hev our share o' the fun." The "chief,” with an oath of disgust, dashed forward and his band surged after. .lust below them, and scarcely 59 feet away, a half-score of roughly clad, heavily bearded men were clus tered in the center of the trail, two of their number lifting the unconscious form of a fainting woman upon a horse. “Corvera’s gang, by gosh!'' panted tb° leading savage. "How did they git yere?" "You bet! She's up agin the real thing," ejaculated a voice beside him. "Let's ride 'em off the earth! Whoop!" With wild yells to awaken fresh courage the whole band plunged head long down the sharp decline, striking the surprised "road agents” with a force and suddenness which sent half of them sprawling. Revolvers flashed, oaths ami shouts rang out fiercely, men clinched each other, striking savage blows. Lumley grasped llie leader of the other party by the hair, and en deavored to beat him over the head with his revolver butt. Even as he uplifted his hand to strike the man's board fell off and the two fierce com batants paused as though thunder struck. "Hold on yere, boy!” yelled Lumley. This yere is some blame joke. These fellers is Hill McNeil’s gang.” "By' thunder! if it ain't. Pete Lum ley," ejaculated the other. “Whitt did ye bit me fer. ye long-legged minin’ jackass?” The explanation was never uttered. Out from the surrounding gloom of underbrush a hatless, disheveled indi vidual on foot suddenly dashed into the center of that hesitating ring of horsemen. With skillful twist of hit foot he sent a dismounted road agent spinning over backward and managed to wrench a revolver from his hand. There was a blaze of red flame, a cloud of smoke, six sharp reports, and a wild stampede of frantic horsemen. Then Rev. Howard Wynkoop flung the empty gun disdainfully down into the dirt, stepped directly across the motionless outstretched body, and knelt humbly beside a slender, white robed figure lying close against the fringe of bushes. Tenderly he lifted the fair head to his throbbing bosom and gazed directly down into the white, unconscious face. Even as he looked her eyes unclosed, her body trembling within his arms. "Have no fear," he implored, read ing terror in the expression of her face. ".Miss Spencer—Phoebe—it is only I. Mr. Wynkoop. "Oh. Howard—Mr. Wynkoop—it is all so strange, so bewildering: my nerves are so shattered! But it has taught me a great, great lesson. How could I have ever been so blind? I thought Mr. Moffat and Mr. McNeil were such heroes, and yet now in this hour of desperate peril it was you who flew gallantly to my rescue! it is you who are the true western knight!" And Mr. Wynkoop gazed down into those grateful eyes and modestly con fessed it true. CHAPTER XXV. The Parting Hour. Tg Lieut. Brant these proved days of bitterness. He had called twice upon Hamilton, both times finding the wounded man propped up in bed, very affable, properly grateful for services rendered, yet avoiding all reference to the one disturbing element between them. Once he had accidentally met Xaida, but their brief conversation left him more deeply mystified than ever, and later she seemed to avoid him alto gether. One day he deemed her but an idle coquette: the next, a warm hearted woman, doing her duty brave ly. Yet through it all her power over him never slackened. The end of this nervous strain came in the form of an urgent dispatch re calling X troop to Fort Abraham Lin coln by forced marches. The com mander felt no doubt as to the full meaning of this message, and the sol dier in him made prompt and joyful response. Brant had learned of the consolidation of the hostile savages, incited by Sitting Bull, into the fast ness of the Big Horn range; he was aware that Gen. Cook was already ad vancing northward from the Xebraska line. Now he realized that lie was to be a part of this chosen fighting force and his heart, responded to the sum mons as to a bugle call in battle. Instantly the little camp was astir, the men feeling the enthusiasm of their officers. With preparations well in hand. Brant's thoughts veered once again toward Xaida. He rode down to the Herndon house with grave face and sober thought. He recalled long the plainly furnished room into which Mrs. Herndon ushered hint to await the girl's appearance—the formal look of the old-fashioned hair-cloth furni ture, the prim striped paper on ihe walls, the green shades at the win dows. the clean rag carpet on the floor. The very stiffness chilled him, left hint ill at ease. Then he heard the rustle of Naida's skirt and turned to meet her. She was pale from her weeks of nursing, and agitated for fear of what this unexpected call might portend. Yet to his thought she ap peared calm, her manner restrained. Nor could anything he kinder than her first greeting, the frankly extended hand, the words expressive of wel come. “Mr. Wynkoop informed nte a few minutes ago that you had at last re ceived your orders for the north," she said, her lips slightly trembling. "I wondered if you would leave without a word of farewell." He bowed low. "I do not under stand how you could doubt, for 1 have shown my deep interest in you even from the first. If I have lately seemed to avoid you, it has only been because I believed you wished it so.” There was an embarrassing pause, as though neither knew how to get through the interview. "No doubt you are rejoiced to be sent on active service again,'" she said, at last. “Yes, both as a soldier and as a man. Miss Naida. i am glad to get into the field again with my regiment, to do my duty under the flag, and I am equally rejoiced to have something occur which will tend to divert ray thoughts. 1 had not intended to say anything of this kind, but now that I am with you I simply cannot restrain the words. This past month has been. I believe, the hardest I have ever been compelled to live through. You sim ply mystify me so that I alternately hope and despair. Your methods are cruel.” "Mine?” and she gazed at him with parted lips. "Lieut. Brant, what can you mean? What is it I have done?" "It may have been only play to you and so easily forgotten," he went on. bitterly. "But that is a dangerous game, very certain to hurt some one. Miss Xaida, your face, your eyes, even your lips almost continually teil me one thing; your words another. I know not which to trust. I never meet you except to go away baffled and bewildered." "Yon wish to know the truth?” "Ay, and for all time! Are you false or true? Coquette or woman? Do you simply play with hearts for idle amusement or is there some true purpose ruling your actions?" She looked directly at him. her hands clasped, her breath almost sobbing between the parted lips. At first she could not speak. "Oh. you hurt me so,” she faltered at last. "I did not suppose you could ever think that. I—I did not mean it: oh, truly I did not mean it! You forget how young I am: how very little I know of the world and its ways. Perhaps I have not even realized how deeply in earnest you were, have deceived my self into believing yon were merely amusing yourself with me. Why. in deed. should I think otherwise?" "1 love you," he said, with simple honesty. "1 seek you for my wife." She started at these frankly spoken words, her hands partially concealing her face, tier form trembling. "Oh. I wish you hadn't said tliai! It is not because I doubt you any longer: not that I fail to appreciate all you offer nte. But it is so hard to appear un grateful. to give nothing in return for so vast a gift.” "Then it is true that you do not love me?" The blood flamed suddenly up into her face, but there was no lowering of the eyes, no shrinking back. She was too honest to play the coward before him. "I shall not attempt to deceive you," she said, with a slow impressiveness instantly carrying conviction. "This has already progressed so far that I now owe you complete frankness. Donald Brant, now and always, living or dead, married or single, wherever life may take us. 1 shall love you." Their eyes were meeting, but she held up her hand to restrain him from the one step forward. “No, no; 1 have confessed the truth; I have opened freely to you the great secret of my heart. With it you must be content to leave me. There is noth ing more that I can give you. absolute ly nothing. I can never be your wife; 1 hope, for your sake and mine, that we never meet again." Brant stood like a statue, his face grown white. He did not in the least doubt her full meaning of renuncia tion. “You will, at least, tell me why?” It was all that would come to his dry lips. She sank back upon the sofa as though the strength had suddenly de serted her body, her eyes shaded by an uplifted hand. “I cannot tell you. 1 have no words, no courage. You will learn some day from others, and be thankful that I loved you well enough to resist temp tation. But the reason cannot come to you from my lips." He leaned forward, half kneeling at her feet, and she permitted him to clasp her hands within both his own. "Tell. me. at least, this—is it some ono else? Is it Hampton?” tTO BE CONTINUED J One of the E^ssenticiLs of the happy homes of to-day '.s a vast fund of inf .rmation as to the best methods of promoting health and happiness and right living anil knowledge of the worldV best products. Products of actual excellence and reasonable claims truthfully presented and which have attained to world-wide acceptance through the approval of the Well-Informed of the World; not of indi viduals only, but of the many who have the happy faculty of selecting and obtain ing the best the world affords. One of the products of that class, of known component parts, an Ethical remedy, approved by physicians and com mended by the Well Informed of the World as a valuable and wholesome family laxative is the well-known Syrup of Fig and Elixir of Senna. To get its beneficial effects always buy the genuine, manu factured by the California Tig Syrup Co., only, and for sale by all leading druggists. Where He Hung Out Most. She was sulking over a broken res olution anent late hours, hut forget ting this for one the nonce, he said: “Do you know, darling, I never tire of looking at this snapshot of you?" “You might have it framed and hung up in the lodge, then," she an swered tartly. VOLUMES MIGHT BE WRITTEN Of the Success That Awaits the Farm er in Western Canada. The story of wheat farming in Wes tern Canada (that portion of Canada lying north of Dakota -nd Montana) has been frequently told, but it will stand a lot of telling, and still retain its touch of interest. During the year just closed 277,370 persons made their homes in Canada as compared with 215,912 for the year 1906, an increase of 61.464. Those from the United States numbered 56,551. A writer in “Industry” recently said: “To-day the “Dominion of Canada is witnessing a “mightier movement of population “than ever stimulated a Biblical writ "er to pen a chapter of Scripture.” The samewriter says: "From theRhine “and the Rhone river valleys; from “the port cities of Germany and the farms of the Fatherland, from the ‘ peasant soil of Russia; and out from “the grimy Lancashire and over-popu “lated Yorkshire, the discontented “and ambitious of every clime are “seeking to take advantage of the "opportunities afforded by the fertile “soil and exhilarating climate of the “Empire of the North.*’ Continuing the same writer says: “While a million-human beings throng “the shores of the United Slates every “year, the smaller number arriving ii> “Canada come with a more weii-de "fined purpose.” The question has been asked why do these people come* to Canada? The available land be tween the Mississippi and the Pacitie has been exhausted, anil the farmers within that territory find that their sons have to seek newer climes. Cana da offers one hundred and sixty acres of land free to each. This land yields from 20 to 40 bushels of wheat to the acre. In Southern Alberta, the winter wheat belt of Canada, as high as 60 bushels per acre have been harvested. Less yields than the one mentioned have netted the farmer as much as $35 per acre. There are no words thar tell the tale so effectively as those of the farmer himself, the man who has ploughed the fields, sowed the grain, and with folded hands rests while nature, bounteous in that country, in less than three months, placed at his disposal hundreds of acres of ripened grain, now waiting the arrival of the reaper, ami therefore we reproduce the following letter. Any agent of the Canadian govern ment will be pleased to give informa tion regarding the district mentioned nr any of any other that may be de sired. E. T. Holmes. Esq.. Canadian Government Agent, St, Paul. Minn. Dear Sir: — In 1905 I located on a claim about 30 miles from the town of Wadena, on the Canadian Northern Railroad, have lived on my claim'most of the lime since. I consider this to be one of the best districts in the country for grain growing. In 1906 wheat averaged from 30 to 51 bushels per acre on some of my neighbors’ farms, within -1 miles of my claim. Oats go from 75 to 100 bushels. It is also a good country for stock. Where I an« there is plenty of fuel. Homesteads nearly all taken the settlement being largely Germans, and Americans, all well-to-do. I left Wadena In Febru ary, 1907, returning April 25, so that I missed part of the winter, which the old settlers tell me was one of the worst they ever saw, but there was no suffering, as the people are pretty well fixed, and there are no blizzards in that country, at least there never has been known to be one. Wild land sells at from $10 to $15; closer to. town it is higher. In the summer wo have all sorts: of wild fruits very plentiful, and ■ never saw better vegetables, and game is so plentiful a man need not starve for want of something to oat. Plenty of good water too. You need not hesitate to recommend this district but the homesteads are nearly all taken, most of the homesteaders are living right on their claims (Signed), FRANK MOHRKY. Kelvington, Sask. Where the Trouble Is. A Washington physician announces I hat grip Is catching. It is worse than Uiut, It 1b Bticklog.