Loop City Northwestern J. W. BURLEIGH, Publisher LOUP CITY, - - NEBRASKA Forestry and Fire. Some reflections that were given much publicity about the time the congress of governors met last spring now comes back to memory, bearing a twisted look. We were all very virtu ous just then. We had learned to our surprise and horror that our progeni tors had been unpan’,oitably reckless in their dealings with the property they should have left intact to us. We scolded them vigorously became they had cleaned off our forests until we were within a quarter of a century of national baldness. The ghosts of those pioneers must be holding their sides when they look down on their successors in this supposedly inex haustible region of natural affluence and behold us figuring up our fire losses for this summer. The bureau of forestry at Washington estimates that the destruction in the forests so far would equal the cost of a whole fleet of first-class battleships. That would probably amount to more than $100,000,000. Either our forefathers were not as extravagant as we have been calling them, or we ourselves have not profited by their example. The offence is the more grievous on our part since we realize how easily our forests may be exhausted. Our predecessors thought they would last forever.—Detroit Free Press. Milk, and nothing else, is the latest cure for stout people. Prof. F. Moritz of Strasburg, the pioneer of this new dietary, declares positively that an ex clusive diet of milk is the simplest, the most comfortable and cheapest remedy for obesity. A limited quantity of water may be taken, but, with this exception, the patient takes absolutely no food or drink but milk. The allow ance varies in individual cases, from a little over two pints to 3% pints daily, taken at five separate “meal times.” Milk is filling and satisfying, and the patient suffers neither from hunger nor thirst. The cure is easy for the doctor to direct, and makes no great demands on the patient to carry out. As for its efficacy, Prof. Moritz says that one patient lost 56 pounds in SI "cure days,” an average of more than half a pound daily. The cure is said to be especially beneficial in all cases when the patient has any heart or kidney trouble. The k'ss of money through the defal cation of M. Alberti, former minister of justice in Denmark, heavy though it is, is not the greatest injury his course will cause. He was a tremen dously popular man, the peasants in particular having confidence in his in tegrity and financial judgment. The failure of the bank of which he was the head, through his reckless specu lations and embezzlements, means a total loss of about ?5.000,000, much of which consists of small savings of poor people. These people will suf fer for the lack of their money, but they will suffer a greater injury in the loss of confidence in one whom they trusted, a loss that will be manifested hereafter by distrust of better men lhan he. The evil that such a man does lives after him. Apropos of Prof. Darwin's theory as to the intelligence of plants, the inter esting circumstance is recalled that in some lectures delivered by Prof. Jo siah Royce before a class in metaphy sics at Harvard a dozen years ago, he maintained that not only plants but all forms of so-called inanimate nature may have intelligence whereby, they communicate with each other. He even went to the length of maintain ing that we cannot logically say that those intelligences are lower than those of the human mind. We are thus again reminded that there is not much that is new under the sun now adays either in the domain of fact or theory. It is characteristic of Lord Rose bery as a so-called Liberal that, after attacking most of the reform policies of his party, he should propose the re form of the house of lords by the ad dition of a limited number of “eminent representative commoners” by elec tion for the duration of any parlia ment, with eligibility for re-election. What is to be accomplished by elect ing only a guaranteed minority in the house of Tory lords? If the heredi tary principle holds good clear through the peerage as by law conferring the exclusive right to legislate, the elec tion of untitled members must be wrong. _ t The declaration of the boss dress maker that three years are required for the proper promulgation of a new fashion in women's dress will surprise mere men who had supposed that the fashion changed instantly whenever the dressmakers took a whim. Most of the New York papers look down with scorn on the proposition to limit the height of future buildings there to 15 stories. They take a loftier view of the subject from their higher altitudes. “I shall win that cup eventually,” 6ays Sir Thomas Lipton. It is grati fying to not that Sir Thomas is no longer saying “lift.” The man- who is successful as a poli tical speaker is the one who says what everybody is thinking before anybody else has put it into words. Spain is happy with an unusually big crop of olives. Olives are to Spain what corn and wheat are to the Uni ted States. CCWFB?eO Sensational Climax in the Career of RecKless Carl Sutherland, Who Failed at West Point, Who Robbed, KJlled, Married and Tried to Reform, Failed Again, Wrote a Confession and a Poem, and Put a Bullet Into Kis Brain, fos AXGELES.—“Red Dev il” Sutherland, the late outlaw, was one of those stranger-than-fiction char acters that Byron would | ^ ^2? have put into a Corsair . poem, and around whom Robert Louis Stevenson would have woven a thrilling romance. The young bandit himself made a dash at both these literary bids for fame, but fate was closing in on him too fast. A man who really means business about killing others and then shakes hands with death itself can better express i himself in deeds than in poetic num j hers. i The strange, inscrutable, baffling ! truth remains that this same despera i do was of the stuff that genuine he i roes are made of—that his very j crimes traced their inception to qua lities which, when developed instead of perverted, cause other men to be honored, knighted, sainted and sung about. He had heart, courage, grati tude, loyalty to friends and chivalry toward women. His debut as a bandit was made out of boyish admiration for the train-robber who had taken his part against a bully. His last thought | was to provide for the wife whose | love and trust he had never for feited. Yes, Carl was a bad man, and de served to die. But he owned up to it j without a snivel, and took liis medi ! cine more bravely than some better ! men might have done. An amazing story of crime that re calls the daring escapades of Jesse j Janies and the coterie of bandits who : terrorized the whole country a quar j ter of a century ago has just been re ! vealed in Los Angeles, after the mur j der of a brave police captain, in the cold handwriting of the murderer himself, who died a suicide rather than be taken prisoner. Stirred by Recital of Crime. Xot since the old days, when there were no railroads and men seeking their fortunes in the far west were compelled to cross the plains in prai rie wagons and stage coaches, has the entire stretch of country west of the Mississippi been so stirred as by this astounding recital of crime by one who, in the closing chapter of his desperate career, penned his own epi taph in the following words: The last fatal moment is just ahead, and the bandit knows he will soon be dead; How lonesome you must be, when your finish you see, and you know you must meet A violent end. Tour past life before you t flies, and a voice within you cries, “Oh, for another chance to mend.” Hut you grit your teeth hard, and to some distant friend Bid "Good-by, Pard.” and your enemies you try to rend, while they are fill ing you with lead. “TOO LATE.” By Carl. How wise we are when 'tis too late, and a glance we backward cast; Wc know Just what we should have done, when the time for doing is past. While an entire city was mourning the loss of “one of its bravest and most devoted defenders of clean citi zenship,” a woman—the wife of the self-slain bandit—lay ill and helpless on a cot in a rude cottage by the sea shore extolling what appeared to her to be the virtues of the man who by his own admission was the perpetrator of scores of the most daring train rob beries and other wrong-doings that have ever come to light in America. On a recent Saturday afternoon, when the clock in the big tower of the Los Angeles county courthouse stroked two, there was witnessed a scene the like of which has not been enacted in this country since the death of President McKinley. As the body of Walter Auble, oldest member in point of active service in the Los Angeles police department, was being borne to its last resting place, every man, woman and child in the “Angel City" stood with bowed and uncovered head, that fitting tribute might be paid to the memory of an ofiicer who died while in the performance of his duty. It was such a scene as Broadway wit nessed during the "silent hour” when the body of William McKinley was in transit from his late residence in Can ton. O., to the grave. Perhaps no city ever paid a higher tribute to the mem ory of its hero dead than did this big. bustling town that nestles among the orange groves and flowers of. Southern California. Modern Dick Turpin. But to return to the life of Carl D. Sutherland, scion of honest middle western parents, who turned "black sheep" and died laughing, jeering, cursing his ups and downs, relating his “attempts at reform,” and, finally, the change in the tide—the turn of the card—that ended his meteoric career. It is a story that is none the less frank than thriiiing. yet one that almost curdles the blood and leaves the impression that, after ail, Kobert Ixmis Stevenson was, perhaps, milder in his treatment of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde than human nature itself. Were Jesse James and the score of other outlaws of his ilk, who robbed, pillaged and murdered in the early days, alive, they might marvel ai the story of Carl D. Sutherland, a modern Dick Turpin, written before he en countered Capt. Auble, laid the fear less officer low with six shots fired in rapid succession, tiien ran away to die a few hours later by his own hand. It was addressed to Jack Henderson, j a private detective and guardian of Westchester place, a fashionable resi dential section of Los Angeles, and began: “Dear Sir—You will, no doubt, be very much surprised to receive this* letter. In fact, you won't receive it at all unless I, Carl I). Sutherland, alias Joseph Palmer, alias Jack Ames, alias Carl Sherwood, etc., am dead. “The reason that I write this letter to you is because I was impressed with your personality, and decided that you were a brave and an honest man. In fact you looked a great deal like my father, and if there ever was a man that was the soul of honor, he was. “Since I have been 15 years of age I have never yet seen the man I was in the least afraid of, and yet I have met a few whom 1 recognized as more than my match. When 1 saw you I knew in a second a man that would rather take a man alive if possible; hut that would take him*if you wore after him unless he was quicker than yon with his gun and killed you. Asks Aid for His Wife. “Liberty is far more dear to me than life, and if I am ever taken I "▼▼▼WTTVVTTVVVTVVVTTTTTV V will be taken dead, and I leave you this and I beg you to do the best you can with it and if you can make any money out of it I beg you to see that my poor little sick wife gets a third or fourth of it. I know 1 can trust you to do this, for I believe you to be honorable and it is not more than right, for my wife is a good, true, hon est and hard-w;orking little woman; a lady by birth and nature and from a good old southern and Kentucky fain ily. She deserved a far better man than I. "When it is known that I am an outlaw, and have been most of my life, most every one will say: 'He’s a bad one,’ and that's all. I wish the world to know the truth, for there are a cer tain few whom I want to know that 1 was not as bad as they are sure to. paint me. If I am killed I am sure to become notorious, as much of my past is sure to crop out and my name is disgraced, and as that is the case I may as well have the truth told as just part, and maybe a w hole jugful of lies added to it.” After giving the place of his birth as Lamar, Barton county, .Mo., and the date September 29, 1SS2. this remark able autobiography of Sutherland deals with his family. It speaks of his fa ther being fire marshal of Pittsburg. Kan., then deputy sheriff, and of his relatives having "fought in every war tills country has been engaged in from 1775 to the present time, except the Spanish-American war.” Black Sheep of Family. “All have been honest—too honest, in fact, but I," wrote the young bandit. "I am the last of my race and the one black sheep. Prom a delicate, timid j and refined boy I grew into a desper- j ate young rascal, ready to shoot any j man.” Next is the account of his meeting ! with Joe Palmer, alias Jack Wells, the ! notorious train robber. It was the j turning point in Sutherland’s young j life; he chose the blacker side. Be- j cause Palmer had taken his part against "a big bully on a farm in Kan sas” Sutherland believed he owed Palmer a debt of gratitude. So, when Palmer and ' his pal, Prank Errington. tried to hold up a depot and a rich horseman at Oswego, Kan., and later shot a deputy sheriff and were cor nered” Sutherland stole a boat ar.d under cover of darkness slipped by the camp of the posse that held the two men on the hanks of the Nesho river, got Palmer and Errington and carried them on down the stream to freedom. Events followed swiftly after that. Sutherland and Palmer robbed ' an old miser" on a lonely road near Cherry vale, Kan. Joining the other mem bers of the gang later, they held up an M. K. & K. train near Denison, Tex. Then came the robbery of the depot at Lamar, Mo. Here Walter Craig be came one of the band. When he tried to pull off a second robbery at the Lamar depot, Sutherland's autobiog raphy says, “my old schoolmate, who was night operator, put a bullet into Craig's lungs, from which he died." Hiding Place for Gang. After reciting the details of half a dozen other bold and daring crimes, the story shifts to Pittsburg, Kan.! "where pretty Nellie Errington was keeping a cottage, under an assumed name, for the gang to run in and rest ui>, if necessary.” Next we find Sutherland in the hands of a vigilance committee which is about to hang him. The rope is v. made fast about his neck and he is actually strung up, when the leiider, who is "rather kind-hearted,” decides on a “council of war" and orders Sutherland hauled down. It is while this "council” is in progress that Suth erland escapes. Sutherland joins his pals a short distance away. The vigilance com mittee pursues them, and Nellie Er rington, learning of the committee's movements, jumps on a horse and goes to warn the robbers. She is mis taken for one of them and killed. Free-for-all shooting followed, several of the committee were wounded, but the desperadoes got away. Did Honest Work for a Time. Sutherland then worked for a time as a delivery clerk in the Creek Na tion. after which he committed more robberies and was arrested for the first and only time in his life by the sheriff of Lamar, Mo. He spent some nine months in a reformatory, escaped and joined the army as a musician under the name of Jack Ames. He was ambitious to become an army officer, but Errington bobbed up again, aud, knowing that he would be found out sooner or later, Sutherland went back to the old life. Going to Los Angeles Sutherland and his pals planned several crimes, among them the Kidnaping of a mil lionaire and holding of him for $200, 000 ransom. This was spoiled, he wrote, because the selected victim suddenly wrent abroad. The autobiography tells of numer ous car hold-ups in San Francisco: of several murders, and then of the time I when he “married and determined to ; reform for good.” Sutherland contin- I ued: "I longed, oh, how much, for a 1 clean name, a home, friends and to be somebody.” Sutherland was now clerk in the University club at Los Angeles. His wife had been a telephone operator. She knew nothing of his duplicity—his double life—and she was happy. They decided to buy a ranch in Oklahoma out of their savings, and were well on the way to achieving the one desire they had so longed aud planned for when the panic came and all went to smash. Sutherland lost his job; with it went the ranch in Oklahoma. He pondered over his plight. He could see no way but the old way. That was the easiest; he would follow it for a time, then when he got enough money together he and his wife would go to Oklahoma, buy back the ranch and live happily ever after. So it was, Sutherland found another pal. They robbed and itillaged; the Los Angeles police found them out, and—the rest of the story has been toid.—New York World. Plague Taxicab Drivers. London taxicab drivers have suf fered considerable losses recently through the mischievous pranks of street arabs. The young mischief ma kers pull down the red fiag of the tax imeter cab when the driver is not look ing, and within a few seconds 16 cents is registered against the driver. Some of the chauffeurs declare that cabmen are responsible in many cases for the mischief. The cabmen fear that the taxicab drivers will eventually take away all their patronage. One taxi cab driver had $15 registered against him in one day by a boy lowering and raising the red flag. CHASE AWAY THE “BLUES.” Laughter Is the Enemy of Dyspepsia and Kindred Evils. , I know a family with whom it is a perfect joy to dine. The members of this famil vie with one another in seeing who can say the brightest, wit tiest, funniest things and tell the best stories during dinner. Dyspepsia and nagging were unknown there. The announcement of dinner should be the signal for a jolly good time. Make the dinner hour the brightest, cheerfutest, most sunshiny hour of the whole day. Fine all “knockers" and everyone who appears with a long face Laughter and fun are the ene mies of dyspepsia and the “blues." The home ought to be a sort of thea ter for fun and all sorts of sports—a place where the children should take the active parts, although the parents should come hi for a share, too. Don’t Mr. Business Man or Mr. Professional Man, cast a gloom over your home just because things have gone wrong ) during the day! Your wife and chil-i dren have troubles of their own. They have a right to expect that you will contribute something besides vinegar to the dinner hour and the evening. Did not Lycurgus set up the god of laughter in the Spartan eating halls because he thought there was no sauce like laughter at meals? The constantly increasing success of the vaudeville playhouses and other places of amusement all over this country shows the tremendous demand in the human economy for fun. Most people do not appreciate that this de mand must be met in some form or the character will be warped and de fective. “Laugh until I come back,” was a noted clergyman's "good-by” saluta tion. It is a good one for us all.— Orison Swett Marden, in Success Magazine. Life Saving a la Mode. The Victim—Help! Help! I’m drowning. Would-Be Hero—Courage, my brave man! Just wait until I get a rope, a measuring rod, a Carnegie medal ap plication blank, two witnesses and a notary public.—The Bohemian. SAMPLE OF BRITISH RED TAPE. J _ May or May Not Be True, but It Makes a Good Story. At a dinner in New York during his disastrous American visit, Henri Far man, the aviator, complained of tlie American customs regulations. "With their affidavits, declarations, examinations and what not.” said Mr. Farman, “there is too much red tape about your customs. A man gets lost in all this red tape, as they say a for eigner was once lost in the red tape of the British post office. “This foreigner stood, one luckless evening, before the newspaper box in the London post office. The box has a huge mouth. Newspapers are thrust into it in bales. As the inquisitive foreigner bent over it a bale of news papers struck his shoulder, and with a dull thud he fell into the box. "His friends ran around to the coun ters to rescue him. The clerks, how ever, paid no attention to their de mands. The foreigner was in the mail box. Accordingly they would treat him as mail matter. “And the clerks gravely stamped him on the stomach and threw him in a compartment along with the provin cial newspapers. "The unfortunate man’s friends went to the chief. The chief listened calmly to their tale. Then he said: ‘“Was your friend addressed?’ “ ‘No,’ they replied. “ ‘Very well,’ said the chief. ‘The matter is simple. He will remain for six months in the bureau. At the end of that time, if no one applies for him, he will be burnt as a dead letter.’ ” Used to Them. Ida—There goes the pretty blonde. She is going to dabble in the stock market this fall. May—Gracious, isn't she afraid of squeezes? Ida—Afraid of squeezes? Well, I guess not. She’s been a summer girl. Want Chinese Steamship Line. Chinese residents at Pacific cons: ports are subscribing to a Chinese na lional feteamship company to enter Inti Llie trans-Pacilic carrying trade with a line to San Francisco or Seattle. 1 Discernment. Oh, give to me the perfume of the grape And not the wine it yields; Tlse grace to love, not covetous nor gross. The glory of the hills! X pray for the diving power of mind That knows the truth from art, Distinguishing the jeweled drop of dew From diamonds in the mart! I long to know the genuine, the real— The heart beneath the tone. The purest karat from the gilded brass, The noble from the throne! Perception of the mind to separate The good from all the wrong. With gift to weave the truth itself into An ecstasy of song! ®-®-® By the Way. “Oh, look who's here! Hr. Water melon, come right in!” ☆ ☆ ☆ Sometimes it is easier to deceive a girl than it is to fool her father's bull dog. * ☆ ☆ Married men have one consolation —after she buys her fall hat, it's a long time until Easter. ☆ ☆ ☆ A New York poet refers to his lady's lips as “Love's apocalypse.” I have done considerable flitting from flower to flower in my time, but I never bussed a woman with a kisser like that! ☆ ☆ ☆ You cannot estima-e a man’s income by the kind of automobile his wife drives. A New York woman recently traded her wedding ring, her equity in their home, and two Host on-bull pups for a choo-choo car. ©—’S— Injustice to the Mule. A South Carolina minister has just concluded a stirring series of sermons abusing the meek and lowly mule. My sense of justice and innate sympathy for the under mule, as well as the un der dog, leads me to defend our faith ful worker who fervently sings con tralto with such “linked sweetness long drawn out.” ☆ ☆ ☆ Somehow, I always have loved a mule for the fight there is in him. Con sidering the size of his ears, his feet are so fanciful and trim, his coat so glossily sleek and his disposition so like “patience cn a monument” wait ing for something to kick at. And, after all. why should we blame (he mule for kicking? The city man kicks at the janitor, the country man kicks at the calves in' the cabbage patch, and if your ears were as long as the mule's, you would kick, too! The preacher should remember that the mule will do a hard day's work, ho chummy and as calm as a cucumber for a week, just to select the psycho logical moment for kicking the glim out of the hired man's hand when that unappreciative worthy makes his last round of the stables for tl:e night. At climbing mountains and passing dangerous defiles, the mule is safety itself. His step is suit and hi deliv ery certain. Beware of the de livery! A mule would make a go* l billiard player; he never misses what he shoots at! When a mule crooks his neck around, looks at yin out of those great, solemn eyes of his, shifts his tail slightly to one side as a woman does her skirt when she changes hands to buy a newspaper, begin to awaken your confidence. ☆ ☆ ☆ When you see the mule throw his weight on one leg and amass all his strength for a string-halt movement, toss confidence to the winds and dodge—that is, if you have time. If | you haven't time it won't make any difference an hour later, as a mule always gets what he goes after, and the handles on your coffin won't cost any more now that they will in the future when you fall into a tunnel-ex plosion hole! ☆ ☆ ☆ But for all that, I love the mule. I love him, not for his kicking qual ities, but for himself alone. When a mere boy I heard a mule sing for the first time! Yes, I mean that. If he had ever sung before lie could have done better that time. But some how that vocal solo endeared me to the singer, and I prefer he-hawing any day to a phonograph. When 1 become opulent and gouty, I am go ing to have a beautiful home in the suburbs beside the rippling lake. There will be flowers and other glad things in the front yard, but to the rear will be located a weinerwurst smokehouse and an army mule that can reach upper “C" without straining his obligato cloratis. Personally, 1 don't agree with the pastor from South Carolina. Scissorettcs. The following advertisement recently appeared: "Being aware that it in indeli cate to advertise for a husband. I r train from doing so; tint if any '. nth-man should be inclined to advertise fer a wife. I will answer the advertisement without delay. 1 am young, am domesticated and considered ladylike. Apply,” etc. The daughter of a Sioux Falltg Klk has made application for a Carnegie hero medal. She bases her claim upon the fact that one evening recently a young man called on her wiio said lie was dying for a kiss. She saved his life. Noble girl. 1 Naturalized on the Arm. An Italian went to the civil service commissioners' rooms to be examined for a laborer's position. He answered most of the questions correctly. Final ly they asked him if ho had ever boo naturalized. He seemed a bit puzzle ! but at last his face lighted up. "Ah. I know whata you mean. Scratch* do arm. Yes, lasta week:" Where People Live Long. Turkey holds the record for the number of aged persons In proportion to the population. After suffering for seven years, this woman was restored to health by Lydia E. Pinkliam’s Vegetable Compound. Read her letter. Mrs. Sallie French, of Paucaunla, Ind. Ter., writes to Mrs. Pinkhurn: “ I had female troubles for seven years — was all run-down, and so ner vous I could not do anything. The doctors treated me for different troub > i but did me no good. While in this con dition I wrote to Mrs. Pink ham for ad vice and took Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vege table Compound, and I am now strong and well.” FACTS FOR SICK WOMEN. For thirty years Lydia E. Pink ham’s Vegetable Compound, made from roots and herbs, has been the standard remedy for female ills, and has positively cured thousands of women w ho have been troubled with displacements, inflammation, ulcera tion, fibroid tumors, irregularities, periodic pains, backache, that bear ing-down feeling, flatulency,indiges tion, dizziness, ornervous prostration. Why don't you try it ? : Don’t hesitate to write to Mrs. ^ Pinkham if there is anything about your sickness you do r.ot understand. She will treat your letter in confidence amladvise you free. No woman ever regretted writing her, and because of her vast experience she has helped thousands. Address, Lynn, Mass, ALL HIS OWN. “My! What a big figure you are getting!” “Well, what does that matter? I haven't taken yours, have I?” Ten Years Hence. Three young men were discus:-:ng that awful thing called the future. “I’ll be content,” said one, "it', in ten years from now, I have $!,('■ ! 000." "Fiddlesticks!" exclaimed the sec ond, “you want too much. If I have one hundred thousand i