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FVard hert. It *M ssrk*u*lr. At
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aew apa pci's.’bo
at telephone calls re
retaed—all tbs familiar evidences of
fbe morning a*'er a race. And In tbs
at St Utter stood an Ice-water
a mass of pate
katon frowned and
him for s bell.
Some oas rose from a corner and
approached the bed
-Better, air?" «aert*d a businesslike
votes, a distinctly medical young man
In fir-gated down at him.
The fall of as*’— casks dearly to
•uatea.
All right." ha gave brief asuraaca.
nrto time u ur*
Tba young man cqoaulted s watch.
-Thirty-eight minutes past t waive.
Taa have slept about eighteen hours,
as I Spurs It. I told Mr. Floyd that
was aU you needed; you were knocked
sat by that attack of Illness, followed
by n day s wash that was enough to
exha am a horse. I saw you race, yes
tarday **
-Where Is Floyd?"
-Hr alarod tor* unul mldaigbt. un
til yo« had boon steeping like a baby
far At* boars. Ha aaa nearly all In.
Mai i If. hat to wouldn't leave until
to aaa anrr yon «era all right One
Cf tto nlceat fallows 1 ever met Ho
made me promise to stay with yotL
L" ants an npssdte smile. *1 have
gat more time than patients, ss yet.
Haas, nil this Junk cams for yon. on
the table 1 have answered seventeen
idgli|"< calls and sent off twelve
pomes la the watering All right?"
"All fight, and much obliged. ' Stan
ton aSrmed. beguiled Into smiling,
while to glanced carnally at the table.
“There Isn't say one I am In a burry
to saw nr bear from. I thick I will
ge* op; It's breakfast time."
"1 think so. Considering It Is your
•rat meal for thirty-*!* hours. Ill or
der for yon. Although I fancy yon
could digest a rubber tire; you look
K. Ok. Mr Floyd left a not*."
Stanton rose to his elbow
“Where la H?" demanded the man
wbo cared to bear from no one
It was a short not# on the bote! sta
tionery. written la S wide-open, leg
ible band that somehow recalled
Floyd's direct gray eyes.
-Dear Stanton: The doctor says you
at* only tired, and I have got to be
la New Tort by moraine. 1 would
am leave you if 1 could do aa I want
ed. 1 hope you win believe that
"Cordially.
"JESSE FLOTD"
Tto letter might have been written
by a girl, far Its reticence and lack of
tto pe-snnsl element, bat Stanton was
wsM content It rung right. H# felt
rlgarnusly alive and amazingly bon
try
While to was breakfasting, or lunch
ing. and rending tto heap of corre
spondence—which commenced with a
rongratalsiorj telegram from the Mer
cury Company and concluded with n
aa a speedometer advertisement—
Stanton ladlil a poo his course. Ha
would obtaia Floyd's address from
Mr. Green, and pay n visit of acknowl
edgment to his impromptu nurse,
span reaching New Tort That much
was required by ordinary courtesy, at
f* Inquired the
taking leave
"Are yon asking for a list of my
arqoatafantta?" Stanton ironically re
"Well. I don't want to play detec
tive. hat that was a funny kind at in
dlpwlon yoa had. according to Mr.
Ployd's aocoant. Some at the other
rnreeo might have wanted to heap
yoa oat at the way."
"Mo! Do yoa think yoa are talking
at ham tradaaa? Oooa for all. there
is Bathing like that done"
Which aras vary true Bat after the
eshdaed mwdtaol man hod depart ad.
the Jag at pellow rueaa caught Stan
too'a eye A card was dangling from
the atama. n enrd. blank tbit time, ex
cept tar a penciled legend:
“■o glad yoa wore able to race, but
ao sorry yen loot to the Atalanta."
There was ao need at trfgnatune.
Every carefully tore the card
dragged out
Into the arid
J fresh ice-water." be bade
the hoBhoy who appeared. "And a l
thwuM* for hear York."
However, he did not leave Lowell
p. detained by Mr. Green with
at appoint minis and bits ape
Nor waa it until two days later
hi tree If free to seek the
■ Mow York which !.e
had »_ the reluctant aasist
to give it to
protested.
IP give it to
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•;V". <’; I em not people.”
“Don't rca S3c him cnoush at rat.
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•Better, S'r," Said a Busine::-Liki
Voice.
times, Stanton? I’m sure tie is the
best man we have had,” fretted hie
manager.
Stanton was recalling that interview
as be went up 'he stairs of the quiet
apartment bouse indicated After all
it was true that Floyd might have
volunteered his address, himself, 11
he had wished it known. Perhaps he
did no: want to see his driver unoffi
cially A sense of unwelcoiueness op
pressed Stanton, but he kept on his
way. lie had never swerved from a
course because of the opinions ot
others; he did not think of turning
back now.
Some one was singing, as he reached
the fourth floor: singing in a smooth,
honey-rich, hon^y-golden contralto.
Warned of his approach by the bell
pushed below, the door of the apart
ment was opened, so that the melody
came flooding his hearing with its
haunting familiarity. A little old
Irishwoman in black silk was peeri'r
up at the tall visitor on tlie threshold.
"Mr Floyd?" he inquired. "M>
came is Stanton.
The old servant drew back, smiling
invitation, and pushed aside a cur
tain. And Stanton sarv Jessica Floyd
rise from her seat at the piano, tak
ing a step to meet him.
She was so ll':e Floyd that ho could
have cried out in wonder, yet was
most pur Jjr and softly feminine. She
seemed taller, in her clinging pale
blue gown, and even more slender., but
Floyd's silver gray eyes looked ou'
from her long lashes. Floyd's bronze
curls clustered around her wide
brows, under the braids wound about
her head, and her smile was a more
timid refection of the incarnate sun
shine of bis.
“I am sorry Jes is net at home,” she
sold, holding out her hand with a nat
ural grace of hospitality that rose
there her nervous shyness. "I am
Jessica Floyd, Mr. Stanton, his sis
ter.”
She wus afraid of hint. The too ob
vious fact struck deep into Stanton,
us he felt her Angers flutter in his
clasp. So this was the reputation he
had earned for himself?
“Perhaps I should not have come,"
he apologized quite humbly. "I—
Flryd gave me no warrant for It. But
he was very good to me, when I was
sick in Lowell, and I wanted to thank
him."
She looked at him fully, then, and
again he could have cried out at the
vender of so meeting Floyd's straight
candor of regard.
“Why should you not come? Jes
Las not so many friends that they are
not welcome in his home. Only, if he
had known of your coming, he would
have been here."
She moved to a chair, inviting him
by a gesture to do likewise, and took
up a half-embroidered silk scarf.
“He was cslled out of town,” she
added, sfter wslting for her silent
guest to speak. "He will be sorry to
hsve missed you. From Mr. Green he
learned that you had quite recovered,
after he left you."
“And he? I hurt his arm."
She glanced up astonished.
"You hurt his arm?"
i was armng the car." Stanton
assumed grim responsibility.
This time she laughed, two adorable
dimples starting into view in her
cheeks of glowing rose-and-amber
velvet; not the complexion of a blonde
beauty, nor of a brunette, but some
happy Intermediate tint that presup
posed flawless health and much sun
light. Stanton had never observed
any dimples about hla mechanician,
"I am certain Jes never thought of
that standpoint. He said a tum and
a the were to blame. But hla arm
la almost well."
She spoke so lightly, with so much
of Floyd’s own nonchalant accept
ance of Incidental mishaps, that Stan
ton was surprised into Indiscretion.
"Ton do not worry about him?" he
questioned. "You are not nervous
about his racing, and racing with me?”
Bar lashes fell, her face grew serl
"If anything happens to Jes, I will
die too,” she slowly answered. "We
are—twins. No, I do not worry. Be
dhi, 1 grew np used to seeing Jes
*® danger; ha told you of hla life with
father?”
“Yen."
“Well, ho never had time to be
afield, or I te be afraid for him. You
can not be afraid at tiitnp you have
been doing or seeing done evert since
derstand at all. ir or
are taken out In car
waa taken out In fast
My father could not bear
hla sight; when Jes was
each day to amuse himself among the
workmen and machines."
Profoundly Interested, he studied
her.
"And you, Miss Floyd? What did
you do?”
“I?” she turned aside her head, her
full, firm young mouth slightly com
pressed. “When I was fourteen, I
said to my father, one morning, ‘Dad
dy, what is to become cf Jessica?
Jes is learning all he needs to be a
man; how is Jes’s sister to learn to
be a woman?' And he answered me
frankly, ‘Jessica, I do not know. You
have no kinswomen, and I could not
endure a stranger in your mother’s
house. You will have'to let Jes be
wise for both, except for your nurse’s
woman-teaching.’ So I—did. Jes is
Jes and Jessica for both. You aro
the first visitor who ever followed
him here, and the first I ever received
in New York. We are like no one
else In the world. I believe."
“You are never lonely?” he won
dered.
Her answer he never quite forgot;
long afterward Its quiet pathos would
come back to him. *
“Often,” she said, and picked up
the embroidery.
Stanton was not always gentle, but
he had tact enough when he c-hcse to
exert it. With a natural change of
tone he moved away from personali
ties, speaking of the race and the race
pictures in the pile of newspaper?
near her. And she responded with
charming readiness and understand
ing.
"Will your brother be heme to
night?" Stanton inquired, when he
rose to go, at the end of a half hour.
“No,'" she regretted, a trifle hur
riedly.
He hesitated, in the grasp of an im
pulse strange to himself.
"I am alone in the crowd, too,” he
rejoined. “If I thought Floyd would
not object, or feel that I took advan
tage of his absence, I should ask If
you would do me so much honor as
to go to the theater with me, this
evening."
Her gray eyes widened, the color
flushed through her transparent skin.
Suddenly and vividly Stanton was re
minded of Floyd's face on the first
night when he invited the mechani
cian to race with him for the season.
“You are asking me?" she doubted.
"1 would like to do so. But not if
you think Floyd would refuse to let
me, if he were here. He can’t have
much of an opinion of me.”
"I wish I might tell you what Jes
thinks of you,” she made grave an
swer. “I am quite sure that he would
let me go with you, Mr. Stanton; you
are very good and I thank you from
the bottom of my heart.”
The little old Irishwoman In black
Silk opened the door for him, beam
ing and smiling. Amazed at himself,
bewildered by a sense of having seen
Floyd and yet not seen him, Stanton
went down into the practical city
street.
He spent two hours in selecting an
irreproachable play and theater; a
task of some delicacy in this his na
tive town. After which, he ate a per
functory dinner and went home to
dress. Stanton, whose overbearing
willfulness spared no one, whose
rough tongue hurt his mechanician as
often as they met, would no more
have taken Floyd’s sister to dine with
him in a public restaurant without
Floyd’s permission, than he would
have stolen his purse.
It was a dazzling Jessica whom he
found waiting for him, at the appoint
ed hour. Yet she was simply gowned
in delicate gray, with a demure lace
collar that came up to her round chin,
and long lace sleeves. It was her
vivid, expressive face; the bronze I
curls massed under the wide gray
hat, the splendid glow and young vi
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She Was ao Like Floyd He Could Have
Cried Out In His Wonder.
tallty of her, that made people look
and look again. Stanton approved of
her unreservedly; he had fixed mas
culine notions of what women should
wear in public places.
On her left arm, over the transpar
ent sleeve, she wore an antique silver
bracelet fully four inches In breadth;
a singular ornament, set with dull tur
quoise matrix. When Stanton assist
ed her to remove her cloak, at the
theater, she suddenly winced.
“The bracelet—It caught my arm,”
she explained, before he could ques
tion. “It is too heavy, really, to
wear.”
But nevertheless, she did not take
it ofT, and several times through the
evening touched her gloved finger to
the silver band as if to assure her
self that it was in place. A souvenir,
perhaps, Stanton idly reflected. He
was too much Interested in the wear
er to pay heed to the bracelet. Except
for the hours passed with Floyd, he
had never experienced anything like
this satisfying companionship.
The performance had ended, and
Stanton was carefully piloting "his
charge through the slow-moving mass
of people, when he heard his own
name exclaimed. He glanced around,
and saw Valerie Carlisle coming
down the stairs from the boxes, her
large, amber eyes fixed upon him.
Under the strong light, in her elab
orate pale-green gown, her shoulder*
hare and showing satin-white where
aer cloak had slipped back, her blonde
hair circled with a wreath of green i
enameled od »-j l,?avec. she
To be oootinued
Along R. R. No. 2.
Jorgen Plambeck bad a load of hogs
on the Loup City markets Wednes
day.
Robt. Dinsdale is improving west
Loud City by grading the street in
front of his new residence. This new
home and the improvement of the
street makes a wonderful change in
that part of town.
Mrs. Gordon Snyder was very sick
last Thursday.
Fritz Bichel got a new Case sepa
rator the past week.
John Peterson took home a new
carriage last Tuesday.
Russell Snyder started for Ravenna
with a load of hay last Thursday
morning but did not get further than
Tom Garner's on account of mud.
The rain was a good one at that
point.
John Holm had an experience last
Thursday which none of us would
wish to have. He had a pony which
had thrown him some time ago, but
Thursday wishing to go to Loup City
he saddled the pony and started. He
had not gone for before he had all he
could do to stay in the saddle, the
pony bucking its very worst. At this
stage of the game, the bit in the
bridle broke, leaving John at the
mercy of the beast. This happened
at the home of Winnifred Hughes. 7
miles below Loup City. Imagine, if
you can, riding a wild bronco without
a thing to guide it. The pony kept
on a run all the time, giving its rider
numerous hard jolts, but John rode
it to the finish near Chris Oltjen
bruns' place, where the animal gave
up sufficiently for John to get off.
What made the bronc more unman
ageable was the fact that the bridle
was dragging and constantly striking
against it’s legs. One end of the
broken bit had forced into one leg
making a bad wound. You could
track the pony where blood had
flowed from the wound. At Oltjen
bruns’, however, he secured another
bridle and rode on into town. He
does not care, by the way. to repeat
that morning's experience.
A small portion of the route was
covered with last Wednesday night's
rain. The extreme north end along
the divide, and the extreme south
end and at Tom Garner's, there was
good rain.
Wilber Curry was at Loup City aft
er threshing coal last Thursday.
Mrs. J. H. Ling's brother and sis
ter visited her several days the past
week. They are soon to leave for a
southern home, where they will en
gage in fruit farming.
It doesn't pay to let grain stand in
the shock and wait for a machine.
You can fall plow earlier if you stack
and early plowing is always the best.
Art Wilson bought a new binder
last week. Art has 105 acres of fine
wheat this year.
Iver Lynne brought a load of hogs
to the Loup City markets last Fri
day.
Miss Laura Barbunek visited at the
home of Homer Hughes last week.
Clarence Sweetland has been fitting
W. O. Brown’s new house out with
bathroom fixtures and air pressure
boiler and plumbing.
Andy Gray is suffering everything.
The cancer has spread over all the
right side of his face, his right eye is
completely closed, but through it all
he is very patient. It is yet hoped
he may find something to help him.
The rain of last Friday night only
covered the route from Fritz Bicbel’s
east along the divide, getting heavier
near Loup City. Wiggle Creek did
not get any, neither did the south
east portion of the route get any rain
to speak of this spring.
Winter wheat threshing is the or
der of the day. The second cutting
of alfalfa was fair to good. Oats fair.
Potatoes fair to good. More people
stacking their grain than ever be
fore. Pastures poor on the east side
of the route and good on the west
side. Hay fair to good. Corn tassel
ing and is fair to fine. Millet is fair.
Cattle and horses look good. A good
rain is needed.
Ike Kiebh dug a cesspool last week
for W. O. Brown.
Mr. and Mrs. Geo. Mickelwait went
over to Loup City Monday by the auto
route. Mrs. Lew Schwaner and baby
accompanied them to Ord in the even
ing—Quiz
Tom Lay was up on route 2 last
week.
Elbe Smalley is working in Loup
City.
Will Draper and men plastered
Bobt. Dinsdale's new house last week.
tjThe big four did some grading on
route two last week.
Mrs. Chas. Sickels was visiting her
father, Andy Gray last week.
R. D. Hendrickson, Pete Ogle, I.
L. Conger, J.S. Pedler and J. W. Con
ger went to Rockville last Wednesday
night and installed the I. O. O. F.
officers there. Boelus sent up an
auto load of boys and altogather there
was a good gathering. After the in
stallation we were all treated to ice
cream and cake and cigars by .the
Rockville lodge. The Rockville boys
never do anything by halves when it
comes to entertaining. We all de
parted for our homes feeling glad
that we were there.
Searl Wolfe is working for F. G.
Casteel.
Chas. Oltj enbruns sold a shorthorn j
registered bull to Geo. Kramer for
his ranch at Kanorado, Kans., he
shipped the same last week.
Art Wilson got badly stung while
hiving a swarm of bees at Loup City
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Haven,t Heard All
You saw the list of Talent last
week, but you haven’t heard the
whole story of this Big Week.
A boys’ and girls’ Chautauqua is a
part of it. It is directed by Helen
Bradford Paulsen, the greatest play
ground exponent in the country.
She has seventeen trained assistants
in direct charge of the work—one
at each town.
The music alone is worth the price
of admission—5 celebrated concert
companies and musical organizations.
The Imperial Guards Band comes all
the way from Europe for this summer
tour. Nineteen men, all soloists.
Lecturers, entertainers, novelty
companies.
Get the season ticket, which
makes the cost ten or fifteen cents a
number, and plan today for this
eventful week.
5 Whole Days
last week.
E. A. Brown, of Friend, Neb., vis
ited several days on route 2 the past
week.
Will Brown and D. C. Grow were
over on Clear Creek last week.
Webster township is going to grade
the sand from the Hughes school
house north. The big four were put
log in the clay Saturday. Mr. Xerd
stedt had the big four grade the road
running across, and ditching Reten
meyers land this week. It pays to
get the big four to do your grading ms
they will do one third more in a day
than you can yet done by others.
Miss Murel Knight, of M iller, Xeb.,
is visiting her sister, Mrs. Gordon
Snyder, this week.
Clarence Bart marketed a load of
porkers Monday.
Mr. and Mrs. W. H. Hughes were
out on route 2 Monday.
Billy Rowe and sons have got a
house 27x28 ready for plasteriug in a
little over a week and had to use old
lumber for sheeting, the house is
north of .Jhe elevator.
The Snyder Bros, started to thresh
their wheat Monday.
Oliver Brodock helped Mrs. Ling's
brother and sister in some auto
trouble on the cemetery hill Monday,
the carrier was detained a half hour
on account of not being able to pass
them on the hill. They were on their
way to Aurora, Neb., and had got on
the wrong road.
One of W. H. Gunn's steers got
struck by lightning last Thursday.
Those that cut the weeds along the
road the past week are Gust Yung
lund, Clark Alleman, John Burnette,
N. P.Neilson, Geo. Peterson, R. Dins
dale. Fred Johnson. E. M. Marvel,
J. Plambeck, G. B. Wilkie and Tess
man. Nothing looks better to any
one going through the country than
to see the weeds cut along the differ
ent farms as they pass.
Mrs. A. Dugger of Tulsa, Okl., was
visiting at the home of Simon Iossi
last Saturday and Sunday. Mrs.
Dugger and Mrs. Iossoi are sisters.
Mrs. Robert Gutter of Loup City
was visiting a few days last week with
Mrs. Simon Iossi. Mrs. Gutter is an
aunt of Mrs. Iossi.
Football in Germany.
Michael (to his wife)—"Come
away, wife, or else they will want us
afterward as witnesses—Fliegende
Biaetter.
EXTRA
Nebraska People
Rejoice at the Announce
ment of the return of the
United Doctors
Will bo in Loup City at Miburn Hotal
Tuesday and Wednesday
July 30th, and 31st
Two days Only
Consultation and Examination
** free this trip
The great and good work
of these doctors in the west
during the past three years
has gained for them a stand
ing that places them in the
high rank of specialism and
merits for them the most im
plicit confidence in every vi
cinity they have visited in
the state.
The doctors that constitute this or
ganization of specialists were selected
fron different parts of the country
and are medical specialists of ability
and success. The sole object in view
when organizing, that each one might
be benefited and enlightened by the *->
experience of the others which of
course is true, and has led them to
success, which is shown by their many
cures of diseases of the stomach, in
testines, liver, blood, skin, granulated
eyelids, nerves,heart, spleen, kidneys
or bladder, rheumatism,dropsy, ulcers
weak lungs, and those afflicted with
long standing, deep seated, cronic
diseases, that have baffled the skill
of the family physician, should not
fail to call.
According to their system no more
operations for appendicitis, gallstones
tumors, goiter or certain forms of
cancer. They are among the first in
America to earn the name of the
“Bloodless surgeons,” by doing away
with the knife, with blood and with
all pain in the succesful treatment of
these dangerous diseases.
If you have kidney or bladder
troubles, bring a two ounce bottle of
your urine for examination.
Their Hypodermic injection treat
ments for cancer, tumor, tubercular
glands, piles, old sores, is the best
curative treatment in the world. <
Married ladies must come with
their husbands and minors with their
parents