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About The Loup City northwestern. (Loup City, Neb.) 189?-1917 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 28, 1911)
EVIDENTLY HE HAD ENOUGH — Al rtMy k'tt'td Father *_ed te Maaa Caustic Comment on Vital Question. Arnold tirtBe’t tie novelist. bas a lobe about rose outride Is bis sew play. "Tbe Hssr stone * Ha leading iady says apropos <4 tbe birth rate: "Wtai it tbe poor, dear thing still Mr llessett. apropos at bis Joke • a* disentitle rare sab ide tbe other day is New York. "A soffit.- be said. looked up !rou her eteswig |>aper and re sharked ' It la stated here (bat a babe is ben eiery us* tbe rtrosuaieter ttrka <M a second ' Hrr btnbasd. as be wiped the ever •sis a- ha at tbe tin; twins, set ■w» <i each at bis knees, muttered »fnut bernely: “‘Had lurk then. to tbe Roosevelt iss d..C-r a Lo is vested rbrosone war THE CAUSE. Cfk—What were de maltah wlf Sal a* dht drwc dark' M* Why. ah* wanted acme com piehiow powder aw' he doc* gib her powdered charcoal Darker. Kdmuhd laat the * hating <ham M<*. waid the ocher day at Sarmnar l-*he ‘Skating oa thtn Ire Is very •cry dtatmwe 1 heard two sisters daughters at an aged millionaire widower- -talking the other day • bet It • 'id > - hear about poor pa ■ hero Mm” the hrst sitter said That beau * ’«i y«uug chants gin. Tottie right* hrofce through the ir» this morning ■md pe plunged sn and resitted her* The second si*:«-r bit her Up Wefl*" she said ‘How dreadful! Now well have to rescue pa/” Another Trench Revolution. A number of girU have demanded admiassua to the Trench military academy The tithe may be coming when the -sugfcr of the regiment will give ®»J to the son. and wben the roman tie can tom '-e-wrer will wear whiskers tinder tea;. Hrvlti- Hr nparu to be canon tea*. J»»rc Wka! do you mean b) that- *rrd* A (nan taaj be a tnex b*T of the Elk* and »«r ti orerruat ettk a fur col lar and atm ao» be an actor. A » »tr.an ’ Make of her future; other . • omen talk of bee |mL Nebraska Directory $100 MOST! AUTOINfi MiTO SCHOOL Na.11. Omaha. Neb ut aAAtrrcra w«i actvai. repairing tax or taree atur ro>.i OiXE BEE FOB BEU1BLE »*D ^ UlMkE MOCK TBT ■ TATTM ” DtMTAL BOOM* doc t ova MACK 4 MACH DENTISTS | F«f «rty BAIUY4MACH M Imt futaa Km| F ■■■■itupnc >gm •limi *m a» ^ i*4M Um «Mlt «i CW« PAINLESS DENTISTRY GOLD CftOWN, M OO to *S 00 at yrv |n«mci — BAILEY (Ac DENTIST «»»«• . OefectineEye Sight ' Corrected iSXEi law Horn Sa±i*1*cuuo Guaranteed hutcsomoptwal company Osaka Commercial College Splendid equipment, experienced teachers, modern methods, book keeping. shorthand, typewriting, penmanship, salesmanship, civil service, banking, agriculture. School all the year. E. A- ZARTMAN. Pres. HEADQUARTERS OF RUSSIANS IN PERSIA JJKSHT. the city from which 4.C00 Russians marched on Teheran to demand the dismissal of Treasurer-General IV Shuster, is the capital of the Persiaif province of Ghilan and is sixteen miles from Enzeli. on the Caspian sea. FINDS BABY WAIF « Daughter of New York Banker Discovers Bundle on Steps. Child Thought Cries Were Those of a Kitten — Is Anxious to Claim Ownership of Orphan De serted by Mother. Sew York.—Bright and early one morning little Rosemary Hollister, the eight-year-old daughter of George T. Hollister, banker. 107 East Slrty ninth street, raced breathlessly down stairs to the telephone and called up Bellevue hospital. She could hardly wait for the con nection to be made, and then, with an eager catch in her voice, asked: “How is my baby today?" Delight radiated over her features as she beard that tbe baby bad siept soundly in the infants' ward. "Thank you; I'm so glad," said lit tle Rosemary. "You will be sure to take good care of her." she impiored. “And may 1 come to see it today? Yea? Oh. goody, goody." and she bung np the receiver and raced about the house, hurrying mother, hurrying the governess, hurrying the cook, ti-jrrying everybody, so that she might be off to the hospital as soon as pos sible to see the baby. and. maybe, hold It in her arms once more, as she did for the first time the other after noon. Little Rosemary found her baby Just like in the fairy book. This lit tle girl is not like most rich little girls, but Is a sweet little home-body, and is a great friend of the cook. One afternoon, when it was rain ing so hard that a little girl couldn't b« In the perk anyway, she went down into the kitchen and stood watching the cook baste tbe roaEt Suddenly, when the wind died down s little, there came the funniest little noise from right outside the window. "Oh. cook, what is that sound?” asked little Rosemary. The cook didn't know, but thought it might be a little, stray pussy asking for shel ter. Rosemary ran to the door and threw It wide open. "Come, pussy; come, pussy." called little Rosemary, but she didn't see anything. So she poked her head through the door, not minding the rain, and there, on the mat. she saw a tiny little bundle. And there came again the funny little sound, and tbe little bundle moved. Little Rosemary picked up the bundle and ran back to the kitchen with it. Beside the warm stove she opened ft and there was the cutest little baby, dressed in a white silk dress, silk cap and veil. And the baby bad the loveliest black hair, and the cutest big. blue eyes, and It cooed and gurgled as the warmth reached Its little body. The cook said It couldn't be more than a month old. I-ittle Rosemary clapped her hands with glee and ran upstairs to the re ception hall shouting: "Mamma! Mamma! Come quick! Somebody's brought us a baby!" All over the house they heard Rose mary's cry. and all came running to the kitchen—Mrs. Hollisetr, Mr. Hol lister. Sisters Dorothy and Catharine, the butler, the footman and all the servants. They formed a ring around the little baby, and Rosemary and all lausrhed as the little waif caught Rosemary's fir.ger in its chubby little hand and cooed some more. So they let Rosemary feed the baby with a spoon, while papa and mamma went upstairs to talk it over. Pretty soon Rosemary went up stairs again to find out if she could keep her baby, and as she passed the vestibule she saw a girl, not more than twenty, wearing a fur coat and black beaver hat, peeping in through the glass door, and there was an anxious look in her eyes. Rosemary, ran to the door, opened it, and asked: “Are you looking for a baby?" "No. my dear, I am waiting for a friend," answered the young woman, but there was a catch in her voice as she said it. Then she ran away. Then came a big policeman in a rubber coat to take the baby away. Rosemary cried as though her heart would break, but finally she k'ssed the baby good-by and let the police man take it when he promised to snuggle it under his rubber coat so it wouldn't get wet. Peg Leg His Pocketbook. Hot Springs. Ark.—As ballast for his wooden leg Harry Hinton, when arrested, was found to have a cavity in the wood completely filled with nickels, dimes and quarters, the j amount being more than $40. When taken to the station Hin'on , readily submitted to a search, but when ordered to do so, refused to per mit his wooden leg to be removed. This was,however, done by force, and the entire limb was found to be hollow and literally stuffed with small change. "That's my pocketbook." grinned the fellow, when asked about it. Loses Fortune and Wife Californian Reduced to Poverty, Due to Discharging Debts, Is Sued for Divorce. San Francisco.—From the highest position in the commercial and finan cial world to a condition of penury where he Is compelled to cook his own meals in a cheap lodging house that he may be able to conserve his money to keep up his appearance before his former associates, Harry Sherwood, formerly general manager of the Sper ry Milling company and vice-president of the San Francisco Merchants' ex change, is being sued by his wife for maintenance. Disheartened and broken and suffer ing from a complication of physical ills. Sherwood was in court and told the story of his downfall, the more piti able because it is apparently due to no fault of his. Mrs. Sherwood has been living on a homestead near Georgetown. El Dora do county, given to her by Sherwood 'when she left him two years ago. he say 8. Says She Was Humiliated New York Court Awards Woman $250 for Injured Feelings at Bathhouse. Albany. N. Y.—The court of ap peals has decided that a woman who is ejected from a Coney Island bath ing establishment after she has paid the price of admission Is entitled to recover damages for the Indignity and wounded feelings suffered by her when she was ejected. The court ac cordingly affirms a verdict of $250 in a suit brought by Ada S. Aaron against William J. Ward. The opinion In the case, written by Chief Justice Cullen, states that the plaintiff. Intending to take a bath in the surf, bought a ticket from tfee de fendant's employe for 25 cents, and took her position In a line of the de fendant's patrons leading to a win dow at which the ticket entitled her to receive a key to a bathhouse. When she approached the window a dispute arose between her and the defendant’s employes as to the right of another person not in the line to have a ticket given to him in ad vance of her. As a result the plaintiff was ejected front the premises, and the defendant’s agents refused to fur nish her with the accommodations to which she was entitled by her ticket. Upon the trial the defendant con tended that the plaintiff was not en titled to recover more than the price of her ticket, and it is this question that is considered by the court of appeals. The plaintiff sued for breach of contract and the defendant insisted on that ground that she was not entitled to damages for the in dignity of her expulsion. In affirming the judgment for the plaintifT. the court says that the bathing estab lishment stands on the same footing as a place of amusement, and that one ejected is entitled to damages for humiliation and indignity. He who stabs in the back is never any good in a stand-up fight. Sherwood brought action for divorce, but when Mrs. Sherwood asked for a change of venue be asked that the suit be dismissed, for he had not the means to contest the application. Then Mrs. Sherwood filed an action for maintenance in El Dorado county. The former assoaiates of Sherwood say he was known as a man of the highest business Integrity, who dis charged every Just and some unjust obligations. He is obviously a man of the finest sensibilities, and his unwil ling discussion of his misfortunes was as sad a recital as human misery could give rise to. It was the story of a proud man brought almost to despera tion. It was the story of a man proud of his reputation for business integ rity reduced nearly to penury. It was the story of a man proud of having contributed to 35 years of wedded hap piness, during which seven children were reared and married, dragged into the humiliating limelight of the divorce courts. It was the story of a man. ! proud of a vigorous body and mind, re duced to mental and physical distress ; PLAY BRIDGE TO SAVE GIRL Chicago Society Women Raised $300 for an Unfortunate Who Was Disowned by Father. Chicago.—Bridge whist was played by 300 society women the other day for the benefit of a girl of the slums, the identity of whom none of them knew. The girl’s reclamation had been already begun by the Paulist Fathers. The money raised, about $300, will be turned into the fund to complete the reformation. The girl, who Is now nineteen. Is said to have fallen in love two years ago while attending a convent. She ran away from school and was mar ried. Her father, said to be a rich contractor, disowned her. She was de serted six months after her marriage and her father refused to take her back. After efforts in other directions she gradually drifted into the underworld. She became a victim of drugs and finally told her story to Father Ferry. He bad her placed in a sanitarium where she has been cured of the dru° habit NOT A SAFE DEPOSIT VAULT Woman Quest's Mistake In Using Shoe Shelf Cost Her An Anxious Hour. New York.—A handsome woman guest at the Waldorf-Astoria, from Georgetown. D C., Is again In the possession of $900 in cash and jewelry valued at $€.000 after believing that her valuables had been stolen. She mistook a small wooden box built In to the woll of her room as a receptacle for shoes, to be shined, for a safety deposit vault and placed her valu ables In it before she retired. When she awakened she found the money and jewel* missing. A hurried telephone call was sent io John Hobby, assistant manager, and just as an investigation was be ing started. William Peterson, a hotel valet, handed Hobby the missing arti d« "While making the rounds for the shoes." he said. "1 found tbii money and jewelry in the boa where the shoes are placed by the guests for sh:nlng “ Stop Killing Turtle Doves m State to End Great Slaughter of Birds of Inestimable Value to Farmers. New York.—Backed by almost every agricultural organization in the coun try, special efforts to check the slaugh ter of turtle doves, which destroy thou sands of weed seeds at one meal, are being made by the National Associa tion of Audubon Societies in this city. Before the birds fly south, after a sum mer of eating weeds that menace crops, it is planned to avert the mur derous fusillade that butchers millions of them annually in the southern and southwestern states. As one step in this direction, the Audubon workers have succeeded In causing the estab lishment of a state game commission in Georgia. That each wild dove can destroy more weeds in a day than the most vigorous farm hand equipped with a hoe. has been demonstrated to farm ers In various sections by lnvestlga tions of the government biological sur vey. In the stomachs of three doves. 23,100 seeds of hawkweed. foxtail, wood-sorrel, paspalum. and other dam aging growths were discovered. They had been plucked from the fields as one dinner by each feathered weeder. Every day in the year the doves take G4 per cent of their food in weed seeds from farm land. Much of the *300.000.000 that rbo farmers of America pay each year for labor might be saved by the natural increase of the dove weed killers, it is argued. Yet in peanut and wheat fields of the south as many as 4.000 of the birds are known to have been butchered at a single shooting. Some times they are lured by Illegal baiting. In Texas, Kansas and Oklahoma a fight Is being made by the farmers to have them protected, while the people of California have defeated an attempt to abolish the close season on shoot ing them. Women never say what they want They bring it about. YOUNG WOMAN BULLFIGHTER Senorlta Terara Vies With Men oT Mexico in Playing With Death In the Arena. Mexico City.—Senorita Terara, the woman bullfighter, has for many years been something of a character about this city. The fighting of bulls is the first passion of the peoples of Span ish blood and the great arena in Mex ico City is such as to make any other place of amusement the world around look to its honors, for in it may be seated 100.000 people and every seat Senorlta Terara. looks directly into the bull ring. Here, the Senorlta Terera has met many a wild and longhorned bull from the mountains and played with death be tween his horns. The secret of bull fighting lies in self control, for the successful fighter must stand still un til the bull is within an arm's reach before beginning the leap to one side. If this movement is made too soon the animal has time to change its course and may overtake and dispatch the bullfighter. Senorita Terara has vied with the men of Mexico for years in this dangerous amusement and is still alive .to repeat her exploits. The bull fight was once popular in ancient Greece and Rome and was in troduced by the Moors into Spain from whence it passed to the Spanish colonies throughout the world. The bull fight is held in an arena of more or less magnificence. The bulls are turned out one by one with many forms of pomp ax * ceremonial where they are assailed, b.st by horsemen, picadores, who attack them with the lance; second, by banderilleroes arm ed with sharp pointed darts and flags; and, third, by the matador, who with the sword gives the coup de grace to the tortured bull, sheathing the blade with one sure thrust up to the hilt in the body of the bull just at the juncture of the neck and spine. Some times more than a score of bulls are killed at one entertainment. In Span ish countries the bull fighter is a pop ular hero. WILL LIVE IN A HOUSEBOAT Mr. and Mrs. Hopkins of New York and Their Baby to Thus Spend the Winter. New York.—While other babies are taking chances with croup and influ enza in the north this winter, little John Randolph Hopkins will be en joying life cruising about Florida in land waters in a hcuseboat. Of course his parents. Mr. and Mrs. Rus sell Hopkins, will be with him. so that there will be little chance of his I-1-1 Mr. and Mrs. Hopkins and Baby. falling overboard and becoming a free lunch for a hungry alligator. John Randolph Hopkins Is a very lucky youngster. He is worth $5,000, 000 in his own right, a tidy sum of which he will become possessed when he reaches twenty-one. Probably by that time the fortune will have doubled or trebled. While ordinary children must get their pleasure from rag dolls and Ted dy bears, young John Randolph Hop kins has the advantage of a real live menagerie which his father maintains on the roof of his Fifth avenue man sion in this city. The live Teddy bears, however, will not go to Flor ida; they have been sent to the Hop kins country heme at Irvington. To Live Among Poor. Chicago, 111.—Twelve well-known business and professional men of Chi cago will forsake their usual pursuits and manner of life for a time and live in the slums of Chicago, if plans un der consideration by the Social Serv ice Commission of the Men and Re ligion Forward Movement are adopted. The need of first hand information as to conditions in the poorer districts of the city is the cause for this contem plated radical move. Reform in the manner of life and work of the immigrant classes is one of the things which ?s being empha sized the most in the men's movement and such information Is considered es sential to the work. I fchIT TTT Was there any place where she could be really quiet? The Snow Began to Fall. Nell went to the door and look ed out. As far as . her eyes could see there was wintry whiteness and through the pur ple shadows of the coming night shone a few lights, like stars. Each light repre sented a farm house, and each house, like the one in which Nell was staying, was full of happy, noisy people. And Nell was not happy, she wanted quiet. Like a hunted ani mal she looked this way and that for some place where she might be alone. On the crest of a hill, far up the road, stood the schoolhouse where she taught. It was closed now and dark. "1 will go there." Nell said to her self, and just then a voice behind her called: “Supper, is ready." *T don’t want any,” Nell said wearily. "I’m going out for a little while. Mrs. McGregor. I'll be back by ten." The snow began to fall softly as she left the house, and by the time she reached the school it was begin ning to drift against the fences. There was no fire within, but Nell lighted one, and when the warmth began to steal into the room, she drew the one big chair close to the hearth and in the peaceful loneliness gave herself up to her thoughts. But she was not to remain in peace long. There was a sound of sleigh bells without, heavy steps on the threshold, and she looked up to see the burly form of a young farmer in the doorway. “Well, well," he said, ”1 saw the light and came in. Who would have dreamed that you would be here alrme?" Nell smiled wearily. "I came to be quiet." “Then you don't want me." “Oh. sit down." she said, somewhat ungraciously. But he stood by the fireplace and looked down at her. "What's the matter?” he asked ab ruptly. “Nothing," faintly. “Don’t tell me that; I know bet ter." “If 1 tell you," she asked, “you mustn't give me any advice. I have had so much advice I hate it." He sat down beside her. “Tell ahead,” he said, “and I’ll promise to listen like the Sphinx.” “You see. It is this wray," she said; "my uncle in town is rich. He is a iv uiu man, and he made me miserable when I lived with him. I'm not going to tell you about my childhood, how lit tle love there was in it, and how I was starved spiritually and mentally, as well as physically. When I grew old enough to under stand that he could give me things, and had not because he wanted to save and save, I left him and came here to teach; and now ne nas written to me to come back, “What’s the Mat and 1 don’t want ' H® Asked, to go, yet be Is sick and old and alone. I told Mrs. McGregor and she tells me to stay here. Then all the family talked about it and every body advised. They meant well—but 1 couldn’t stand it, I—I don't want to go, but 1 must." He started to say something, then checked himself. "I’d like to break that promise.” he said. “No, you mustn’t." she said firmly. "You’ve all been so good to me here, and if you.” she caught her breath, "join the others in asking me to stay, it will make it so hard for me to go." ; "He doesn't deserve much at your hands,” the man stated. “I know.” she said wearily, "but to-morrow I begin a new year, and I don't want to begin it wrong, yet I don't know the right.” "I don't believe much in saying things." the young farmer remarked; “my policy is to do them. And now. are you going to stay here in this lonely place much longer? it is snowing and it is late." "I suppose I ought to go," she said doubtfully, “but it is so lovely here in the silence." “Look here." he said suddenly; “don’t you keep your tea things in that little cupboard? I have got to go to town, and when I come back I'll bring something for a little sup per. and we can watch the old year out. Then I'll take you home in the sleigh.” “How good of you." She held out her hand to him. “You haven’t bothered me with advice, and you are doing something to make me com fortable. That is just like /ou. Jack Norton." He blushed a little, this big kindly man, who looked upon »he little “Are You Going Back With Me?" woman rrom tne city as a being from another sphere; she was so dainty, so different from the girls in his own village. Nell knew what she was doing when she told him not to ask her to stay; she had known for a long time of the ques tion that trembled on his lips. She knew he wanted to marry her, as a woman knows who is wise in the ways of men She thought of the life she might lead if she married him, a life in the big farmhouse, sun suiny in summer ana secure m win ter. Then she thought of her life with her uncle in a dark apartment in the streets of the city. She knew that, in a way, it was a false Idea of duty that would take her back Yet she had to go, some force that was in her seemed impelling her. The wind blew in great blasts against the little house, the snow had drifted up to the window sills, and white lines of it pointed across the window pane like ghostly fingers. Dragging footsteps came up the path. Nell listened. It was not Jack Nor ton; these were the steps of an old man. From the door a voice quavered: "Are you there, Nell?" "Uncle." she said, fearfully, "how . did you come here?" “I met a young man down the road," he said. “I wanted him to guide me to the McGregors. He told me you were here. "Y’ou didn't answer my letter," the old man went on. when she had made him sit down. "Are you going back with me?" Now that she was face to face with his meanness, it seemed to Nell that she could never go with him. “1 don’t know," she faltered. "Here's a grateful girl." the old man stormed, and just then the sleighbells jingled and, in another moment Jack Norton was in the room, his arms full of bundles, his eyes beaming "So this is your uncle," he said. “I thought so when I directed him here. Y’ou'll stay and have supper with us, won't you, sir? We are go ing to see the old year out and the new year in.” "Who are you?" the old man growled. “I?” Jack's eyes flashed from Nell’s cowering figure to the grimness of the uncle. Then suddenly he took things in his own hands. “I'm the man your niece is going to marry," ne said. "What!" the old man shouted. “I'm the man your niece is going to marry," he said securely. He had seen the joy in Nell's face. “But she is going home with me." Jack shook his head. “No, she is going home with me. You can come whenever you wish. sir. The old house is big enough for twenty uncles, or it you < like it better, there ; is a cottage at the edge of the farm where you could stay if you wish ed.” The old man flashed a crafty glance at him. "Would it cost me anything?" he ask ed. “Nothing," said Jack. “Then marry her, ’ said the old uncle, “and I'll come and live in the cottage aJone.” Nell’s face was in her hands, and | as Jack Lent over ' her, she whispered, "Oh, I can’t let you do it!" ‘I’m the Man She Is Going to Marry.” ii is me only way that you can make my New Year happy," he told her, and as she looked up into his face she knew that what he said was true. (Copjright.) A Christmas Tomato Harvest Harvesting tomatoes at Christmas i time is a novel industry that keeps 35 1 men busy at North Wales. The to matoes are growing on a four acre tract, all of which is under a monster j greenhouse, the largest in the world. Some years ago a company that made a specialty of raising American Beauty roses put up a greenhouse 150 ! feet wide. 575 feet long and 32 feet j high on its grounds In North Wales and 45.000 plants wrere grown Id the great greenhouse. The profits were so satisfactory that another greenhouse 01 the same height and width, but 700 feet long, was built. As ft was not completed in time for last year’s plant ing of roses the owners raised toma toes in it. Apparently the returns were even greater than those from roses, for this year tomatoes were again plant ed. There is virtually a big truck farm under glass, and 80,000 tomato plants are now producing fruit, which is sold at high prices in the big cities. Elsewhere on this tract 55.000 carna tion plants are now in bloom.
