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Loup City Northwestern J. W. BURLEIGH, Publisher. LOUP CITY, - • NEBRASKA. Sir Olive.' Uidge says he has real'r 'alke-1 with spirits. Spirits make lot" of men talk. _ Pres Castro defying the United States looks a good deal like a jackals defying the lightning. Older people must learn to speak the baseball language if they wish to associate with their sons. Naturally no Spanish experts have ventured to contribute anything to the criticism of the American navy. The Oneida. X V woman who con cealed $11,500 in a mattress could at times he said to be fairly rolling in money. Kitchener is keeping his pitching arm in training among the Afridis He'll have them railed the Afraidls shortly. A Pennsylvania man who looked into a mirror was scared to death. He evidently hadn’t had the lifelong prac tice of most men. A copper half-cent minted in 1825, and very rare, has just been sold for $51, the record price for a coin of that denomination and date. The report that King Edward does not wear a night cap does not material ly affect our civilization. Night caps are out of style anyhow. This country is importing very few diamonds but it is getting ready to use all of those now on hand which are of the baseball variety. One man has thrown up a $250,000 a year job just because of ill-health. It looks a bit strange that a man making all that money finds time to get sick. The little boy out west who tried the effect of a lighted match on a keg of powder would, no doubt, have become a boat-rocker anyhow, had he grown up. A company has been organized to extract silver from sea water. It is not being capitalized by the same peo ple who undertook to get gold from sea water. A Brooklyn school-teacher has been frightened by a ’ Black Hand" letter. Ordinarily, you can't scare the city school-teacher with the black hand. She's used to it. With two such languages why don't the Japanese and the Chinese make it a war of words? Chunks of speech thrown at each other certainly would inflict sufficient damage. A St. Louis preacher says girls should not object when young mer wish to hold their hands. Naturally this leads to the suspicion that some St. Louis girl has been objecting. Charles M. Schwab has shocked London by wearing a top har. with a short coat, but we are assured that he has never appeared anywhere with tan shoes and a clawhammer. Two thousand errors were found in the books of a California bank by the examiners. The bookeepers in that in stitution must be in the habit of play ing baseball during the summer. When the New York school board decided that teachers should not lambaste the pupils it should also have made a regulation forbidding pupils to make faces at the teachers. Naval critics tell us that a battle ship is in a bad way when her armor belt is too low. Of course, not being human, she can't hike it up and an chor it with a safety pin.—Philadel-. phia Press. That New York woman who stole $20,000 worth of jewelry in order to maintain her social position gives one a rather poor impression of what it takes to maintain one's social posi tion in New York. Prosperity must be sitting around picking its teeth in Argentina these days. During the season Argentina wasn't doing a thing but raising wheat and how that the crop is being marketed it cannot hut be cheerful. Australia has many dogs and no rabies, no hydrophobia. If it were possible to discover how a century of absolute immunity has been , brought about in that .vast island continent, the world might learn a lesson worth knowing. The New York man who wants to be "Oslerized" because he is out of work and because chemical experi ments have “destroyed all his vita! organs save his lungs," takes a wrong view of matters. Without any diges tive organs he is in no need of a boarding house and ought not to care whether he has work or not. He is really in an enviable position for these hard times. War with the noiseless gun, if the participants also should put on gum shoes and give commands in low re fined tones, might be carried on with out disturbing the business of the country or driving the timid to nervous hysteria. War has been too noisy and there is no sense in it. The Society for the Suppression of Useless Noist^s was afraid for a lime that it would have to abolish war altogether, as there seemed to be no way to get it to modulate its tones in a pleasing man ner. The noiseless gun, however, solves that problem. The young Connecticut man who called for a young lady with the in tention of eloping with her and was received with a shower of hot water should cheer up. He might have found hiniscif in hot water a little later anyhow if his plans had not mis carried. The paragraphers who are poking fun at the Harvard graduate who has gone to work for a railroad at a salary (,f H5 a month are wrong. He may lie pr'cident of a big railway corpora tion 20 years from now. Wayward New York Girls Now Paying the Wages of Sin ("HE OTHER DAY—"The sunny, vel vet carpets, and the silken draperies of their rooms at the Waldorf-As toria—and truffles and lobsters, and champagne and scented cigarettes.” NEW YORK .—"Straight ahead!" ordered the ma tron and the line of pro cession went past the long narrow benches placed on either side of a higher, narrow bench, called by courtesy a table. Katherine and Charlotte Poil lon, the gay and pretty sirens and ho tel beats, and their fellow prisoners stopped at the door at the farthest end. The door opened. The first pris oner was shoved in. Five minutes later there was heard a splash. "It's the carbolic acid bath," whis \ pered a woman who had been an inter | mittent guest at Blackwell’s Island, | New York's famous hostelry for male I factors. The first prisoner came out shining from her bath, and greatly subdued in manner, and smelling of carbolic acid. A shiver ran through the delicate frame of Katherine Poillon. For the woman had dropped her gaudy finery in the bathroom and come forth ar rayed in the hideous prison garb. She had seen mattresses covered with pre cisely the same material, heavy white ticking of alternate broad and narrow blue stripes. Its skirt was short and scant, reaching to the tops of the shoes. The waist was gathered into the same unwieldy belt of blue and white ticking that held the skirt. It was fastened over the bosom with cheap, flat white buttons. The collar was a turnover. At sight of the gown Katherine Poillon bit her lip. When her eyes traveled down beneath the hem of the skirt and fell upon the shoes, the eyes filled with tears. The shoes were of prison manufacture, flat soled, square-toed, low-heeled, of the cheapest leather manufactured. All Finery Discarded. "In there. Miss Poillon.” The ma tron's voice was softer than the ward en's had been, but its tone was as de termined. Into the bathroom went the siren. No. 1. An attendant helped her remove the long baby lamb cloak, the fashionable broadcloth gown, the big picture hat of black velvet and plumes. She disrobed her of the clinging pink silk underwear, the chemise trimmed with real Valenciennes lace, the black silk hose with yellow butterflies flit ting among violets, embroidered upon them. All these the attendant rolled quickly, and not at all gently, into a sheet, pinned and labeled the sheet, and into a bag of gray ticking thrust the woman's eight diamond rings and emerald bracelet. “Get into the tub,” commanded the attendant. Miss Poil lon stepped forward dipped her foot daintily into it, and drew back. “Aw, go on,” commanded the at tendant, and the girl took the plunge. "What is this for?” she asked, as her lips curled and her nose tilted at the whiff of carbolic acid. “Antiseptic bath; don't ask ques tions,” answered the woman in the blue-checked uniform of the prison at IN THE MULLET BELT. What the Inhabitants of the Gulf Coast Owe to Biloxi Bacon. Down on the easy going gulf coast, where everybody loafs ami is happy, there are one or two awful thoughts which occasionally shudder through the pleasant dreams of the inhabitants. The most dreadful of these is the hor rific suggestion of a possible failure of the mullet crop. The mullet crop is locally known as Diloxi bacon, because down there it is as absolute a necessary of life as pork is elsewhere in the south. The Visitor to all the gulf resorts is more addicted to mullet than he realizes. It some times parades on the bill of fare as trout or something else which gives variety to the menu. But be not deceived. While the coast can furnish a good mullet no other fish need apply. The names are changed to satisfy the uneducated northerner, but the fish remains the same. Just what, a hold the mullet i diet has on the natives is clear from I a story they tell about Biloxi. TO-DAY—“Such a supper, no truffles, no lobsters, no champagne! Mere ly dry bread and bologna and cof fee; a tin plate, a tin cup; one tin spoon. tendant. A moment later the girl who had amazed the Peacock Alley at the Waldorf-Astoria with the magnificence : of her gowns came forth, a humbled, woe-begone figure in the blue and white stripes of penance. So fared Charlotte, Siren No. 2. Following the procession, they mounted the narrow iron stairs at the foot of the mess hail to the second tier'Of cells. “You into is." Paid the attendant to Katherine. 'You into 19,“ to Charlotte, and the iron door | clanged after them. The notorious and irrepressible Poil Ion sisters -were repressed at last. Young Women’s Criminal Career. The young women who have figured conspicuously and flagrantly in New Y'ork in eviction suits, in damage suits, in suits for slander; who have been the bane of hotel keepers, and one of whom was a particularly prickly thorn in the side of the New York mil lionaire. W. Gould Brokaw, whom she sued for breach of promise, and with whom she settled for $17,000, have subsided into the peace that, outward ly at least, broods over Blackwell's Island. Latterly the young women had con centrated their energies upon in genious devices for beating their hotel bills in the metropolis. The Waldorf Astoria, the Breslin, the Bristol, have all complained of the success of that ingenuity. While practically penni less, the young women had lived in the most luxurious manner at these hotels for periods extending into weeks, and in some instances months. When weekly bills were presented, the debtors showed a positive genius for evasion They were not in their rooms when the bellboy tapped gently but firmly with one hand, while he held the weekly reminder in the | other. Though he slipped the bills \ under the doors the Poillon sisters | said they never received them. Air | ily they asked the bookkeeper when j he telephoned their rooms about the | over-due bills, to add them to that for i next week. And the bills for the next wfeek were accorded the same recep tion as the last. “Satan himself is not more ingeni I ous than those women,” exelaimeil an unhappy manager as he ordered them evicted from his hostelry. Retribution at Last. But at last ingenuity failed. The last coup of charging a New York magis trate with connivance in their manner of life was defeated. The Huffy and furbelowed young women having made their last face at the presiding judge, their final grimace of derision at their keepers in the Tombs, departed for Blackwell's Island. A good many years ago there was a mullet famine along the coast. The people had to fall back on other fish, such as the humble speckled trout and the unintellectual sheephead. It was a lime of sacrifice whose memory has survived until this day, when, It is de clared, the old inhabitants recall it with a shudder as they repeat their morning supplication: "Give us this day our daily mullet." It is said that a Biloxian can pretty nearly navigate his whole career, from infancy to death and burial, with mul let as his chief dependence. When he is a baby he cuts his teeth on a piece of mullet: as a boy he fishes for it; the chief requirement in a wife is that' she shall know how to cook it, and it is most consolatory when served to the funeral guests. During the civil war the people of the mullet belt would have had mighty slim pickings if it had not been for their favorite fish. Many a confederate soldier imprisoned-by Butler on Ship island has cause to be grateful to Biloxi bacon or black eyes, as the mul let is also called. At the landing a man in blue uni form, whose voire was as coarse as tlie whistle of the river tugs, met them and shouted: "Fall in line there!" When Katherine, the smaller of the pair, did not understand the ortler, he grasped her shoulder and thrust her beside a bent, old Italian woman, who horribly grinned and gib bered. Charlotte walked beside a ne gress who had been arrested for dis orderly conduct on Twenty-eighth street. Within the Prison Doors. The sorry procession, ludicrous in spite of its wretched significance, as Faistaff’s army, marched from ! he landing to the broad doors whose stone steps had been worn by the feet of thousands of the city's criminals. The door of the great castlelike jail swung hack grindingly on its heavy hinges. "To the right,” shouted the man with the voice of, a tugboat, whis tle, and the motley human assortment went in a* the open door of the ward en's office. Warden O'Fallon, white haired, bureaucratic of manner, with crisp, metallic voice, sat at his deck and [jeered from under bushy brows at the women. Javert himself could not have been less emotional. "Your age?" he said, peering under the bushy brows at Katherine. "Twen—Oh, well, 00.” "And you?" to Charlotte. "I am 24." "I brought her up,” volunteered the voluble Katherine. "And right badly, I should say,” came in the warden’s crisp, biting tones. "Murphy, call Miss Moriarity.” The matron, stout, soft-voiced, firm willed. entered. She looked the wom en prisoners over with level glance. Katherine preened and fidgeted, trying to display her prettiness in a good light. She flushed when she saw by Matron Moriarity’s cool glance that for her she had no individuality. She was merely on "of the new batch." The First Night in Jail. “Come this way.” said Miss Moriar ity, and the female prisoners followed, marching; in pairs, Katherine still the companion of the bent, mumbling Italian woman leering at her own un translatable jests; Charlotte striding beside the negress. Across a wide roofed court whose stone floor rang with echoes of the footsteps of the prisoners. Miss Moriarity led her or rather drove the prisoners, to the fe male department of the w'orkhouse. The long, high-walled, narrow room repeated the sound of their footsteps hollowly, for the female department was empty. The women were at work in the laundry, the kitchen, or the sewing-room. The women sat down upon their nar row cots for the very good reason that there Was nothing else to sit upon. In the narrow, grave-like room, white washed walled, was a small, rough, triangular bracket that held a candle, a drinking cup, with space left for one book, a small Testament. At the foot was au electric light. On a rough stand stood a basin. That was all. The prison smell hung heavy upon the tiny room, for the only means of ven tilation was the barred door, through the spaces of which filtered a slight hint of the outer air that came through the corresponding windows in the great gray walls opposite the cell. No Dainties at This Meal. Such a supper! No truffles, no lob ster, no champagne! Merely dry bread and bologna and coffee, eaten from a tin plate, or drunk front the cheapest tin cups with but one aid, for knives and forks are prohibited at Blackwell's Island. There, primitive hands and primitive teeth are sup plemented by one tin spoon. Instead of damask napery were rough, narrow boards, scrubbed clean, but boards, nevertheless. This, after the sunny, velvet carpets and silken draperies of their rooms at the Waldorf Astoria—the truffles and lobsters and champagne and scented cigarettes. The elder of the Poillons dampened three handkerchiefs while she sat there waiting for the nasty meal to be over. To cells 18 and 19 they went again after tea. There, although the elec tric light may burn until half-past nine, there was darkness, and a hilari ous negress rattled the door of her cell and cursed softly because the sound of her neighbors' sobbing fretted her. Beginning the Long Day. At five the next morning the gong sounded. Every prisoner sprang out of bed. If she lingered she would be punished. Punishment, she knew, meant a brief interview with the ward en, and then the dark cell behind the big iron door at the end of the mess hall. The dark cell, every prisoner can tell you, breaks the boldest spirit and renders the wildest captive hum ble In a few hours. It is, they tell you, an inferno of silence and dark ness. The women thrust themselves into the ugly striped uniforms, combing their hair back plain and smooth from their foreheads and fastening it in a tight, unbecoming knot at the back of the head, as is the rule at Black well’s, and putting on tbe black knitted prison hood, grasp the cell palls in their hands and set forth on the first procession of the day. Down the stairs, through the corridor, past CHARM OF FRENCH RURAL LIFE. Even the Poorest Give Something to Beautifying the Villages. Normandy and Brittany towns have a quiet sweetness to which the strident call of commerce and the hustle and noise of our American towns are strangers. Wherever commercial ac tivity comes in the charm goes out. There is little striking in the con trast between the country and the small towns. You leave the brilliant colored poppies in the fields to meet the timid open-eyed children in the village streets and you simply ex change the peasants working at the roadside for the whitfe-capped women knitting in their doorways, and the men, wooden-saboted and clad in blouses and baggy trousers at their work. There are no striking contrasts between country and village such as we are accustomed to in America. A Normandy or Brittany village is but a cluster of houses and thatched roofed cottages, picturesquely set amid the trees and fields. Of course, the larger places lose from necessity ‘.ho bis doors, into the dawn of the fresh day they go. If a thought of flight visits them a harsh voice at their elbows calls: "Hurry on, there! No fooling you!" They march to the shore, empty their pails and go back through the great doors inlo the tainted prison air once more. Up the stairs to their cells, hoods off, pails deposited, and they resume their march into the mess hall below. Plain Bill of Fare. If it is Monday they breakfast from the tin pan and cup. and, with the aid of the spoon, off bread and hash and coffee. If it be Tuesday their meal is oatmeal and coffee. If Wednesday, they have bread and jolly and coffee. They march around the tables, de posit their spoons in a box at the end of the table and go in regular file to the work that has been assigned them. The I-'oillons. as a first essay at hard labor, were ordered to the big, square sewing room. There Katherine darned seeks, Charlotte mended torn sheets and tattered blue and white striped dresses. They sat on rough chairs and stooped until their backs ached over their tasks. Through Charlotte’s mind flitted recollections of the diversified golf links. Before Katherine's vision danced the gay invitation of the spring shop windows. By noon they were faint, but their delicate stomachs rebelled at the mid day dinner, vegetable soup, roast rump steak, potatoes, cabbage and thick, though not strong coffee. Katherine's tears dripped into the big tin cup of coffee. Charlotte frowned heavily. Back again for the afternoon's work. They were interrupted only by an at tendant's “Can't you do better than that? Every woman ought to be able to do a little light family washing.” During the morning sewing Charlotte complained that the brass thimbles might cause blood poisoning. But no one paid any attention to the pair who had been in the public eye until they had grown to like it. Their fel low prisoners, when they looked at them at all, looked insults. When they spoke to them they jeered. Jeered by Companions. “How do you like the Hotel Black well?'' whispered a hard-faced dame over the wash tubs, during the after noon session. “O'Fallon's a mighty sharp hotel keeper. Nobody ever beats his Bills." The Poillon sisters reddened, and were mad through and through. Char lotte thumped her washboard viciously. At five came the call to tea. then back tcf their cells went the sisters, to read a little if they chose, from books in the prison library. Lights must he out at 9:30. the hour at which these gay women of upper Bohemia were wont to dine. The next day both sisters were heavy-eyed and pale. Katherine could not answer the matron when she spoke to her. 'Huh; 'prison sore throat,' I sup pose,” said Miss Moriarity, and sent for the hospital physician. He or TO-DAY—“How do you like the Hotel Blackwell?” whisoered a hard-faced dame over the tubs. "O’Fallon's a mighty sharp hotel keep. Nobody ever beats his bills.” dered her to the hospital. For lesser symptoms of the same sort Charlotte followed her. When this temporary illness has ended they will go back to the prison routine, and the sewing and the soapsuds. These rules will again face them from the blackboard in the mess hall: Rules for the Mess Hall. 1. Prisoners, while at meals, are for bidden to talk or make any unneces sary noise. 2. They are forbidden to spill soup on the table or drop bread upon the floor. 3. Those wishing to pass reading matter or any other articles while at the table must obtain permission from the office. 4. No one shall leave her seat at the table without permission. 5. When leaving the mess table each prisoner will bring her spoon and deposit it in the spoonbox. 6. Violation of the above rules will subject, the offender to punishment.— From the New York American. the pastoral features of the villages, but in them you see nothing of the broken down and often filthy outlying sections observable as you approach American cities, if the section is one of poverty it will be picturesque—not made hideous with the dumpings of empty cans and the town's refuse. Neatness and attempt at beautify rng are observable everywhere. Even in the country we found the edges of the roads and the rows of trees often trimmed with care. No family is so poor that it cannot have some bright flowers in window boxes and a greater variety in the always present little garden. One of the most notable fea tures of both town and country is the absolute lack of idleness. Thrift and industry are written everywhere.— Outing Magazine. May Open New Gold Mines. There is a likelihood of gold mines being opened in the near future In Hechuanaland. Should such a develop ment take place it woulii result in bringing increased business to Kim berley to help fill the gap caused by the falling off in the diamond trade. Pe-ru-na Pre-( vent3 Catching. Cold. One Boss in Time, Saves Nine. Many people persist in riding on the street cars, insufficiently pi clothing. They start out perhaps in the heat of the day and do not feel the wraps. The rapid moving of the car cools the laxly unduly. \\ l*-n tlv ’ • ' car perhaps they are slightly perspiring. When the hotly is in this t-omi • t . easily chilled. This is especially true win n a persnn is sittin . Beginning a street car ride in the middle of the day and ending it in ' evening almost in\rviably requires extra wraps, but people do not i . 1 .. i! • precautions, hence they catch cold. Colds are very frequent in the Spring on this account, and a- t. advances, they do not decrease. During the Spring months, no on think of riding on the ear without being presided with a wrap. A cold caught ill the Spring is liable to last through the entii Great caution should be observed at this season against exposure to eot! I the first few pleasant days of Spring, the liability of catching r. Id i- gn No wonder so many people acquire muscular rheumatism and < it..ri .1 . eases during this season. However, in spite of the greatest precautions, colds will be caug! At the appearance of the first symptom. I’eruna should be taken ’ to directions on the bottle, and continued until every symptom di- ■ Do not put it off. Do not. waste time by taking other rem. ■ i .1 once to take Penma and continue taking it until you are positive th * t has entirely disappeared. This may save jou a long and perhaps c: 1 later on. Bad Effects From Cold. Mr. M. J. Peutseh, Secretary Building Material Trades Council. 151 Washing ton St., Chicago. 111., writes: “I have found your medicine to be unusually eflicaeious in getting rid of had effects from cold, and more espe cially in driving away all symptoms of catarrh, with which 1 am frequently troubled. “The relief Peruna gives in catarrhal troubles alone is well worth l lie. price per bottle. 1 have used the remedy for several years now.” Spells of Coughing. Mrs. C. E. Long, writes from Atwood, Colorado, as follows: “When I wrote yon for advice my little three-year-old girl had a cough that had been troubling her *Tor four months. She took cold easily, and would wheeze and have sp. - of, ic ing that would somethin las* : , half hour. “Now weean never t le d for the change you have v little one's health, Iiefor.- h- ■ • taking your Peruna she suifei d > thin? in the wav of cough, c . . croup, bn* now she has tak> .. i; ■ a bottleof Peruna.and i well and string as she lias ever been in her life." Pe-ru-nc for Colds. Mr. .lames Mon #8 E Paterson. N. J., writes: i “1 have given Peruna a fair *r‘: an I find it to be just what v • -m to be. I eannot praise it too i.igii have used two liott ies in m .mu e-olds, and everything ima i ean safely say that your medii iue best I have ever used." THE MEAN MAN. “I believe.” his wife angrily de clared. "that if I were dead you would be married again inside of a year.” "Oh. no.” the mean man replied, “you are mistaken. Try me and I'll prove it.” GIRL WAS DELIRIOUS With Fearful Eczema—Pain, Heat, and Tingling Were Excruciating— Cuticura Acted Like Magic. “An eruption broke out on my daughter's chest. I took her to a doctor, and he pronounced it to be eczema of a very bad form. Ke treated her. but the disease spread to her back, and then the whole of her head was affected, and all her hair had to be cut off. The pain she suffered was excru ciating, and with that and the heat and tingling her life was almost un bearable. Occasionally she was deliri ous and she did not have a proper hour’s sleep for many nights. The second doctor we tried afforded her just as little relief as the first. Then I pur chased Cuticura Soap, Ointment, and Pills, and before the Ointment was three-quarters finished every trace of the disease was gone. It really seemed like magic. Mrs. T. W. Hyde, Brent wood, Essex, England, Mar. 8, 1907.” An Undesirable Article. When Mr. B. went to call upon some friends the other afternoon, he was on his way out of town and so had his traveling bag with him. This he placed in a corner, and when he rose to leave he overlooked it. His hostess happened to notice it before he had reached the door, and called to her little daughter: “Marie, run after Mr. B. and tell him he has left his grip here!” The little one gave her mother one j swift glance of surprise, but flew duti fully to obey orders. “Oh, Mr. B„" they heard her say, “mother says you have forgotten to take your grip with you.” Then she added, quickly, in a tone of polite apology: “You see, most all of us have had it this winter, and we'd rather not have any more!” The extraordinary popularity of fine white goods this summer makes the choice of Starch a matter of great im portance. Defiance Starch, being free from all injurious chemicals, is the only one which is safe to use on fine fabrics. 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