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.
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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
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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?”
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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.
