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\ ca&PvArr* I jtcLAeeznacsG* V CTacx&o i or xjijs west. ,4 2^CZjpjz^ / i «i* jZzusj'jzirjoA'S jfez/tzuzixw SYNOPSIS. The story opens during a trip of the “Overland Mail” through the Rocky mountains. “Uncle Billy'* Dodge, stage lriver, Alfred Vincent, a young man. and Phineas Cadwallader. introduced. They ome across tkye remains of a massacre. I^ater at Anthow's station they find the rod skins have carried their destructive work there also. Stella Anthony, daugh ter of Anthony, keeper of station, is in troduced. Anthony has be**n killed, Vincent is assigned his work in unearth ing plans of enemies of railroad being built. Vincent visits town where railroad tr> :i are working on the road and receives token of esteem from Stella. The old stage driver decides to work close to town in order that he may be able to keep fatherly watch over the young v. man. She is engaged as a tutor for Viola Bernard, daughter of hotel land lady Vinc ent \isits soc iety circles of en emies of the Central Pacific railroad and learns their secrets. He returns to Stella, each showing signs of love for the other. . hineas Cadtvallader, pushing a railroad opposing Central Pacific, reaches mining town. She writes to Alfred Vincent his boast. Stella hears from her lover, Gideon, and of his phenomenal success. F'nds letter of importance involving plans of opposition road. Plot to destroy '■ompany’s ship Flora is unearthed and incriminating evidence against Cadwalla dcr found. phineas Cadwallader faces prison on charge of wire tapping. A per fect chain of evidence connects him with plot to blow up “Flora.” Stella and M { frr-d si * w love for each other despite hostility of Gideon. In showing Miss Hamilton, a niece of a railroad official, about tho camp. Alfred somewhat neg lects St< ha, who shows pain at trest le-ru I km r.;* t in railroad town is s cne • f no re men >poliz:ition of Alfred by Miss Hamilton, with determination on Stella's part to change h< r temperament. Alfred writes p ssi -nateiy to Stella, decrying the attention which he was comp-lied t<< giv- Miss Hamilton. Mrs. “Sally” Ber nard announces riches Gideon makes , threat against Alfred's life. Quickly leaves town on best procurable horse in search of Vincent. Race to boat opp >si tion company's stage a success. Stella fails to hear of Gideon. Stella receives a letter: “Promise to marry Gideon In gram cr Alfred Vincent will d:e.” Aftei conference Stella decides to flee. Years pass. Stella becomes known as Esther Anthony, incomes a rich woman, edu « ates herself at Vassar and steps into highest San Francisco society. Kidnap iug changes Alfred t.: ^ y and when r.'- and Su lla meet in 'I-'cis •• « ><_ieiy. s:.* passes him without recognition. Stella's •‘■"►vt- for Alfred and ills : >r her is revived. However, neither shows recognition of the fact to the other. Stella visits Mrs. Sally Bernard, now in top notch society and wealthy, being known as Mrs Lang Bcrnard. CHAPTER XXV.—Continued. ' She's had time. then, to learn your good heart. If she hasn't, she de serves no sympathy." Sally 13. smiled broadly. “You tuck —took in the blarney stone on your tower, didn't you? What a plaguy shame we couldn't have towered to gether!” That would have been nice. Did you enjoy your travel?" Fine!" the other answered quickly; yet a dejected note crept into her next words. “I enjoyed it ail right: but it didn't pay—not Bill an' me. We re too old, and didn't have no—any fit cultivating for such a crop. But it paid for Vi.” she said exultingly. “She's come out just a little queen. Vi has. She fits all this fine stuff!'' Sally B.'s sweep of arm included the whole mag nificent villa. “An' her paws that proud of her!” Esther smiled sympathetically. “Tell me about your home. .Mrs. Sally. How do you like it?” "Oh, it's pay rock, sure; a thousand dollars to the ton. But some way, I like it better when I'm tellin' about it, or showin' it oft, than I do just livin' in it. You know, I ain't used to bein’ waited on—not personal—but I'm go ing to get used to it for Vi's sake; style, furrin servants—got five kinds, seven courses, church people—the hull hog!” jjia you get the place already i equipped?" ' Law me. yes. Furniture, horses, coachman, an' monnygram. They left a cook, too, a Frenchy; but I bounced him. fv, fy; an- Yic Wah hangs up in the kitchen now. Gosh! I— Say-! I’m just going to take a vacation from grammar while you’re here; it’s too hamperin’. No use showin' off to you, Stel—Esther; you know me from shoe to bonnet, anyhow.” "I don’t love you for your gram mar, good or bad, but for—I won't risk another reference to—to my travel m Ireland. How's Yic Wah?” ’ Proud of the place as if he owned it. Come! I’ll show you everything; him an’ the kitchen with the rest.” She led the way. trailing her black skirts over the rich carpets from room to room, holding her head high and showing off her possessions with pleased pride. The house was large and in perfect taste. The former own ers had failed suddenly and sold to the first bidder, walking out with only 1 their clothing. The two wcmen halted ; in the library; and Esther looked cu riously along the rows of books, most of them standard authors, and bound to order, with the owner’s monogram ! on the cover. She wondered what part j they played in Sally B.'s present life. ' “Hate you read any of them?” she! asked, glancing at the shelves. A tired look crept into Sally B.'s face. ‘‘I've got to the sixth book on ' the fourth row from the top. I reckon it'll take about two year—years. Vi ! likes ’em, but I don't—leastways, not j much of it.” Esther refrained from comment, j though her heart ached for the heroic i woman. “It's too bad about the mono- i gram. L. B.’s so near right.” “It's just right! I’ve took—taken > maw’s name, Lang. See here!” She crossed the room and brought cards from the desk. They were in the ex tremest style, and read, “Mrs. I>ang Bernard. Lake View. First Thurs day.” "Think o' Sally B. bein’ that big a fool! But that’s what you got to do if you want to git—get up; an' that's where I'm bound, to tfie very top notch! Of course, I don’t b’long there, but Vi does, an' I'm going to boost her if money an' work can do it." She was leading the way to the ballroom at the top of the house, a beautiful, spacious apartment overlooking Lake Merritt and the Berkeley hills. “I’m sure you’re succeeding,” Esther said as they sat near an open w’indow. She wondered if it was wise to encour age Sally B.'s impossible ambitions. “Yes; that is. Vi is. She gits invited into the ginuine, bong tong set, where the men wears opery hats an’ gold headed canes, an' the women's all ladies." “Does Viola enjoy it?" Sally TVs face sobered instantly. “I don't know. Vi's changed some. She was always quiet: now she's deep. I can’t make her out. She goes a heap, always does the right thing, wears her do es like a queen, she does. And Freddy Bryan—he's old Dick Bryan's son, you know; the old man's on his third million now; an’ they're fust families, O. K.—well, Freddy's shinin' up to Vi fine! Then there's Mr. Reg inald Lawrence; they say he's really a lord's son. I kin see't he likes Vi. but he's one o' them stand-off English fellers: you can't tell about 'em. Cut my—if Vi'd ketch a lord—” She stopped and beamed on Esther. “But he might not make Viola hap py-” “X—o." Sally B. acquiesced reluc tantly. “Anyway, he's shy lately. Reckon he's waiting to size up Bills pile." Sally B.'s honest} extended to herself, no matter how unflattering. when I talk. They think I don't size 'em up: but I ain't a dura fool all the time, if they do bleed me like thun der.” "Bleed you?” "You betl They think they do it slick, an' I don't let on, but just give, give, to all kinds of missioners. an' all kinds of poor boxes, till I wonder how much they pay the man that in vents so many ways." "I can imagine how generous you are." Esther said approvingly. "There's one piece of work they let me run my own way, an’ I like it; that's looking after the poor. Some way, I can understand them folks; j tell whether it's grub or a boost o' the ■ sperit they need most. 1 s pose we're right smart happier with folks that needs us. That’s why I ain't—well, not exactly hilarious with the big bugs; they don't need nothin' I got— except my daughter.” Esther sighed. Bid any one in all the world need her? "How does Mr. Bernard like the new home?" she asked, stepping across the room for another view of the beautiful grounds. "Oh. like me, bang up. Yet what you're raised to don't git out of the blood in a minute. An' I know Bill dreams at night of the mountains an’ the mines, 'cause he hollers out in his sleep about ’em.” She was busy bringing from hook and shelf and drawer a billowy flood of heterogeneous finery. Her tongue voiced a new mood; and Esther, not without sympathy for the "big bugs,” recognized Sally B.'s company man ner. "This here is made by Worth of Paree. I hope it will be worth as much to me as it was to him. Ain't it orfay? And here's one that's just magnif! I brought them all over my self—wore 'em all first to save duty. My! But maybe you think t wan t no job to flop around a hotel parlor in a new dress four times a day! Whew! “I've Got to the Sixth Book on the Fourth Row from the Top.” “Vi's 19 next week." she went on. “She's goin' to have the doggondest ball—invitations ben out a week—on silk, they are. An' I've staked out the best decorator an' the best caterer round the Bay.” "Whom have you invited—besides me? I received my invitation safely." “Oh. all the big bugs—all the other big bugs.” Sally B. smiled at Esther. "I kin git. All that's called on me, an’ a lot that hain't The 'Piscopal church folks, too; they're bong tong, all right.” They discussed the ball a little more, when Esther asked suddenly; “What of Alvin? Haven't you let those two meet again?” The other woman's countenance fell. “I reckon VI still likes him. But how can I let my little thoroughbred marry that cripple? An' if he wa’n t crooked, he's nobody, no more'n I be. Vi's got to go up' You hear me! She's bound to go up!” She rose and walked down the room, stopping by another win dow an instant before she returned. "She ain't seen A1 in two year.” Esther saw the battle between love and ambition, and said nothing. Poor Viola! Must she be sacrificed? Esther ^tnew that the crooked leg would be condoned if Alvin had a hyphenated name or a long purse. “Come on down to my room,” Sally B. said presently; “I want to show you my «io'es. Oh. that's my. church, St. Andrew's.” She stopped on the stair and pointed out an ivy-hung building of unmistakable Episcopalian archi tecture. “So you go to church?” There was ' surprise in Esther's tone. “Reg'lar as eatin'.” “It seems odd someway.” Esther 1 looked speculatively at Sally B. “Course. I wa'n't raised to it—been miles from churches all my life. But : it's the proper caper, an’ I go the hull thing, you kno".” Esther asked Sally B. bow she liked ; her fellow parishioners. “'Tain't no matter how I like them. What I’ve started to do is to make them like me. But it's no go. They'll! take to Vi, an' to my money; but they'll never swaller me.” “How do you know?” "Oh, they ent my dinners; say they're splen '.cnt. An' they inviteme to their'n. But most geneally it's Bill an- Vi an’ me a p’* n’ a lone hand fur visiters. Or if t. a other folks, they wink an’ tech—touch one another It makes me sweat now to think of It! Ain't that red just—” “Regai!" Esther finished, as Sally ,B.. for a wonder, paused for a word. "Like it?" Sally B. displayed with pride the scarlet satin robe, spang'.ed from hem to throat, and finished with costly gold lace. "That's my own design, an' my favorite of all I got Worth told me never to tell it was his make. Wouldn't put his tag on it. Didn't want to steal my thunder. I s'pose. Clever of him, wa'n't it? Say! With my diamonds—they're in the bank or I'd show 'em to you—I look—” "We've used the only word, Mrs. Sally—regal," Esther laughed, think ing of her at a fancy dress ball as the Queen of Sheba. “Oh, what a pretty thing this is!*’ j she said, lifting a pale gray gown from the filmy heap. "Yes, I s'pcse the toot onsembel of that's good. But them pale colors don't fit me; an' the work on that won t stand the eyes of a con nishoner.' "1 suppose Mr. Bernard has a lot of things, too," Esther said as soon as she could control her face. "You bet! Only men's things ain't interestin' like women's. I wish men wore lace an’ things, like they did when that pi"ure was took." She glanced up at an exquisite engraving of a scene at the court of Louis XIV. 'I presume Mr. Bernard would rather wear the dress of 1S69." “Yes. An' I'd rather be would. His manners don't somehow fit what he's got now. I never noticed that Bill was short on manners when he was wearin’ a blue shirt, an' punchln' mules, or huntin' a lead But in this fine house, him a pushin' victuals with a silver knife, an’ eatin' soup audible, while people sets round an' tries not to laugh; an' the flowers and the pic tures someway shamin' him—why good feller as he is. I wish he'd go back to his blue shirt an' mules, or else buy some manners. An' the worst of it is. I know I got just as bad a case of not fittin' here myseif: only I'm that stuck on myself. 1 can't see it. I’ve—been going back right now on all my polish for a coon's age.” Esther ventured no reply, and the other woman began to put away her wardrobe. "Ain't it too bad maw had to die 'fore I got a chance to wear half these here new things? Black's so un becoming! An' I can't even wear white ruches; them's for widders." Ether was startled. No wonder con ventional people could not understand Sally B. Esther kn°w that no m re devoted daughter had ever lived than Sa!!y B. had been; yet who. that knew nothing of this would believe it in the face of her last remark? net sne r.au a goo a unie. tne outer went on. "We took her ai! over Yer rup; an' she lived two months after we come home. I bought her more clo'es than she'd had in all her life before1; she could put on a different dre.-s every day in the month! We took her riding in the victoria, took her to the theater, the Cliff, an' every where! She didn’t suffer none: I thank God for that.” She went in and out of the closet once or twice with out speaking, and Esther waited. Her sentences had been tossed by gus's of emotion; now speech was entirely wrecked. While she strug gled for calmness Viola entered. "Oh, Stella! Esther!" Viola's arms went round the other girl impulsively and she burst into tears. "What under the canopy are ye cry ing for"'' her mother asked; yet she knew; and her own tears were hardly restrained. "Oh, ma. it's so good to see her! She belongs to the old. honest time when we said what we thought, or kept still.” The mother winced. Viola's unus ual emotion disclosed unwelcome facts. She was taller, and had blossomed into a soft, wood-violet sort of beauty that yet had something mystic about it; as rare as feiiritcus. i iit-j spoae ox many tnings, \ 101a s womanhood enfolding her in a mantle of sedateness. Esther knew she had been defrauded of her girlhood, and longed to set her free from her un youthful self-control; wondered if she would, at the last test, sacrifice herself to her mother's ambition. They went the round of the bed rooms, the kitchen, where Yic Wah greeted Esther with voluble cordiality; the stables, conservatories, and breeze swept gardens; and Esther was pre paring for the street when the maid brought a card. "Mr. Bryan, ma," Viola said. Her face grew gray and dull; while her mother's was swept by a quick pano rama of doubt, question, mother love ambition. She put her arm about Viola's slen der waist “Honey, mammy expects a heap of you. Will you do it?" Viola turned suddenly, spoke with strange impetuosity. “Don't, ma’ I can't do it! Freddy Bryan's honest. He'd ask me just the same if I was poor. I thought I wculd say yes. when I told him I'd give him my answer to day. But I won't cheat him. I'll tell him I can't care for him as he de serves. It's no use. ma." She put up a protesting hand, and even Sally B. was held to silence by the new stern ness in her daughter. And Esther, distressed at the trag edy in the girl s face, made her adieus quickly, that Saliy B. might not see the angry resentment in her heart. (TO BE CONTINUED.) HERE’S IDEAL MODEL CiTiZEN The Coining Man as Seen by Admir ers of Socialism. To describe an ideal modern citi zen now is at best to make a guess and a suggestion as to what must be built in reality by the efforts of a I thousand minds. But he will be a very different creature from that in j different, well-behaved business man 1 who passes for a good citizen to-day. He will be neither under the slave tradition nor a rebel, nor a vehement elemental man. Essentially he will be aristocratic; aristocratic not in the sense that he has slaves or ciass in feriors, because probably he will have nothing of the sort, but aristocratic in the sense that he will feel that the state belongs to him and he to the state. He will probably be a public servant; at any rate he win be a man doing some work in tb complicated machinery of the modern community \ a salary and not for speculative c;ain. Typically he will be a profes sional man. I do not think the ideal modern citizen can be a person living chiefly by buying for as little as he can give and selling for as much as he can get; Indeed, most of what we idolize as business enterprise, I think he will regard with very considerable contempt. But then I am a Socialist ana look forward to the time when the economic machinery of the commu nity will not be a fie! 3 for private en- i richment but for r iblic service.— j Everybody's Magazine. Skating or S-vimming. Some one once as; “Tim” Sulli van of New \crk for information as to the prospects of a politician who was popularly supposed to be ‘on the j ragged edge.” "Well,” said Sullivan, “he seem3 to .thick he's getting on ail right; but: | there are other who entertain a dif j terent opinion. The situation re-, | minds me of the story of the old worn an up in Maine. Being asked as to the whereabouts of her husband, she re plied: “ 'If the ice is as thick as Jim thinks it is, he is skating; if It is as thick as I think it is, he is swimming.' ”— ' Sunday Magazine. The English Workman. Next to this "sentimentality.” so astonishing to Europe—because so ir rational—comes the invincible pa tience of the English wi rkman. He will endure almost anything—in si lence—until it becomes unendurable. When he is vocal it is pr tty certain that things have become unendurable. —English Nation. W hat is Castoria. ^ASTOPJA is a harmless substitute fcr Castor Oil, Paregoric, Drops and Soothing Syrups, it 13 pleasant. It contains neither Opium, Morphine nor other Narcotic substance. Its age is its guarantee. It destroys Worms and allays Feverishness. It cures Diarrhoea and Wind Colic. It relieves Teething Troubles, cures Constipation and Flatulency. It assimilates the Feed, regulates the Stomach and Bowels, giving healthy and natural sleep. The children’s Panacea—The Mother’s Friend. The Hind You mave Always Fought, and which has been in use fo? over 30 years, has borne the signature cf Chas. H. Fletcher, and has been made under Ms personal supervision since its iuiancy. Allow no one to deceive yon in this. All Counterfeits, Imitations andil Just-as-good ” are but Experiments that trifle with and endanger the health ct Infants and Children—Experience against Experiment, ALCOHOL 3 PER CENT. AN^gctabk Preparation forAs s :eh aling ris BodantlHegit die S LonEcfcs andBmls of Guaranteed. un jltbmonths old Pronotes D i gesUo n .CtcerFu! ressEnd fest-Containsneilter. Opunu.Mcrp!tine norMicaaL Not Narcotic. ^-tufowkss-mmam Pjrrpfrj S&dm JbcJaam * JbckffeMs ^.iiseSesd * hirr Sertl Cariiri S'/nar • Jfcatejrrflj fiarr. Aperfect Remedy forConsfipa-l ' tion.SourSromadi.Utarrto | Worms.Coirv'alsicnsJwrisk ncss cmdLoss OF SLEEP. FocSkmc SilTarare of NEW YORK. Exact Copy of Wrapper. Letters from Prominent Physicians addressed to Chas. H. Fletcher. Dr. F. Cera: 1 E’attner, cf Euffalo. N. Y., cays: “Your Castoria i3 good ler children a_d I frcguenUy prescribe it, alvays obtaining the desired results ” Er. Custave A. Eisengraebcr, cf Ct. Eaul, iliun., says: "I have used year Castor.a. repeatedly in my practice v.dth good results, and can recom mend it as an excellent, mild and harmless remedy fcr children.” Er. H. J. Emmie, cf CL Louis, Ido., says: "I have used and yrc-crihed your Castoria la my canliurium and cutslda practice for a number of years and find it to be an excellent remedy fcr children.” Er. C. A Eurhanan, cf Ehiladalphia, Ta., says: "I have used year Cas toria. in the care cf my cm lady and find it pleasant to take, and have obtained excellent results from 1.3 u_c.” Er. J. E. Clmyocn, cf Chicago, 111., says: “7 have used 70”r Castoria in css.*3 cf cz'.'.c in children and Lave found it Ac best medicine of its kind cn the mark A” Er. Ik Ik Z-kUdscn, cf Cmaha, IT oh., says: “I 2nd your Castoria to be a standard family r medy. It is tke beat thing for infants and children I have ever Enema and I recommend in” Er. A Ik Eohinson, cf liansas City, IIo., says: "Tour Castoria certainly has merit. Is not its age, its continued use by mothers through all these years, and the many attempts to imitate it, snlkcient recommendation? What can a physician add? Leave it to the mothers.” Er. Edmin F. I’ardcc, cf Mem York City, says: "For several years I have recommended your Castoria and shall always continue to do so, as it b-.a invariably produced beneficial results.” Dr. M. B. finer, cf Brooklyn, M. Y., says: "I object to mhat are called patent medicines, v.-kere maker alone Lncm3 vrhat ingredients are put in them, but I know the formula of your Castoria and auvise its use.” GgNUiKE CASTORIA ALWAYS In Use For Over 30 Years, THt ccrrtus COMMNY. TT WURfUT STWCCT, fcCUf TOHR CTTY. WHY HE WA3 ANXIOUS. Albert's Particular Reason for Inquiry That Worried Nurse. Albert was a solemn-eyed, spiritual looking child. "Nurse," he said one day. leaving his blocks and laying his hand gently on her knee, "nurse, is this God's day?" "Xo. dear," said his nurse, "this is not Sunday. It is Thursday.” “I'm so sorry." he said, sadly and went back to his blocks. The next day and the next, in his serious manner he a-ked the same question, and the nurse tearfully said to the cook, "That child is too good for this world." On Sunday the question was repeat ed. and the nurse with a sob in her voice, said. "Yes, Lambie. This is God's day." “Then where is t.he funny paper?” he demanded.—Success. Or.e by the Colonel. Some one had been telling the colonel about weather so warm that eggs could be fried on the sidewalk. “Call that hot weather?" scoffed the colonel. "Why, that's nothing, sail." "Think not. colonel?" “No, sah. Why. Ah have seen It so hot down south, sah, that the popcorn popped right on the stalk." "Whew!” “And that's not all, sah. The juice in the cane in the next field turned to molasses, ran through the fence, mixed up with the popcorn and formed the finest combination of popcorn and molasses that ever crossed your lips, sah. Talk about hot weather? Huh!" SELF DELUSION Many People Deceived by Coffee. We like to defend our indulgencies and habits even though we may be convinced of their actual harmful ness. A man can convince himself that whisky is good for him on a cold morn ing, or beer on a hot summer day— when he wants the whisky or beer. It's the same with coffee. Thousands of people suffer headaches and nerv ousness year after year but try to persuade themselves the cause is not coffee—because they like coffee. “While yet a child I commenced us ing coffee and continued it,” writes a Wis. man, “until I was a regular cof fee fiend. I drank it every morning and in consequence had a blinding headache nearly every afternoon. “My folks thought it was coffee that ailed me, but I liked it and would not admit it was the cause of my trouble, so I stuck to coffee and the headaches stuck to me. “Finally, the folks stopped buying coffee and brought home some Postum. They made it right (directions on pkg.) and told me to see what differ ence it would make with my head, and during the first week on Postum my old affliction did not bother me once. FYom that day to this we have used nothing but Postum in place of cof fee—headaches are a thing of the past and the whole family Is in fine health.” “Postum looks good, smells good, tastes good, is good, and does good to the whole body.” “There’s a Reason.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read "The Road to Well ville,” in pkgs. Ever read the above letter? A new one appears from time to time. They are genuine, true, and full of human interest. The flasher- Lampman Business Oolisge Is not only the best place west of the Missis sippi river to learn Shorthand, Bookkeeping, Penmanship, etc., but it gives its students a business training and discipline that tits them for business It converts them into business men and women. Many of the Back Cashiers, Department Managers and succes ful business men of the West were educated by as. Fal! Term Opens September 1. Places to work f cr board. s&rm Write for catalogue and specimens of penmanship. Mosher & Lampm&n, 17th and Fa mam, Omaha, Neb. — ■ —— ■ ■ i ——— in — ——■ ■■■ —■— CONTRARY, INDEED. Kitty—Isn’t she the most contrary thing? Betty—Why so? Kitty—She’s been coaxing and coax ing me to go to her picnic, and I won’t do it. Laundry work at home would be much more satisfactory if the right Starch were used. In order to get the desired stiffness, it is usually neces sary to use so much starch that the beauty and fineness of the fabric iB hidden behind a paste of varying thickness, which not only destroys the appearance, but also affects the wear ing quality of the goods. This trou ble can be entirely overcome by using Defiance Starch, as it can be applied much more thinly because of its great er strength than other makes. Warm Welcome Assured. “And you say you haven't been home all the afternoon?” reprimanded the old lady on the bridge. “Mo m,” confessed the small boy with wet hair. “Well, why don't you go home right away? Your mother will be wearing ! her soul away for ycu.“ The little boy was thoughtful. "Yessum, but if I get there before ! my hair dries she will be wearing a shingle away for me. You see, I’ve been in swimming.'’ __ With a smooth Iron and Defiance btarch, you can launder your shirt waist just as well at home as the steam laundry can; it will have the proper stiffness and finish, there will be less wear and tear of the goods, and it will be a positive pleasure to use a Starch that does not stick to the iron. The average man is willing to let his wife have the last word—and the sooner she gets around to it the better he seems to like it,j None for Him. "Well, what does the hat bill come to this summer?" inquired Mr. Jug gins. "Let me see.” said Mrs. Juggins, pro ducing the long paper. "My Merry Widow, lx>ttie's pink Merry Widow. Ella's green and Mamie's mauve Merry Widow—total $99.90." "Gee!” said Mr. Juggins. Nearly a hundred! Well, with the ten cents remaining, 1 guess I’d bet’er have my old straw done up again." The tree of fame is an inconvenient ly tail tree; the trunk of it is abnor mally smooth, too, affording very little foothold to the climber.—Lucas Malet. WE fR|,L tins AMD TRAPS CIIKU* & buy Furs A Hides. Write for ratal r>g 105 N. W. Hide & Fur Co., Minneapolis, M lin If you are. unable to hold your tem per get a strong man to hold you. Mrs. Wlnilow's Soothing «*jrnp. For children teething, softens the pins, mlure* ix» fiamm&uon.fclUftj'apaJii. cere* wlnUcoUu. 2Jc ■* joiu* A talking machine in ail right if it does not talk machine politics. Ttiose Tired, Aching Feet of Yonra riped Allen's Font-Ease. 5<- ct y.tir rm-itziat'c, write A. H. OlmstHl, U, Hoy .V. ¥ . Lr stmi/leT Better a tramp in the woods than a hobo in the woodshed. 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