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About The Loup City northwestern. (Loup City, Neb.) 189?-1917 | View Entire Issue (Sept. 5, 1912)
Buy a Home Where The Heaviest Crops in the State are Produced -nr-rr-r..nrrrsn nBrrrr.«"if?^ CFree Transportations £ to Land Seekers jj 0 " r~yrr.~. r7rTrr^r at One of the Heaviest Producing Counties in the State for the Past Twelve Years THB FUNDINGSLAND INVESTMENT COMPANY if SlllNKY. NEP.KASKA, has over 16,000 acres of choice farming land now on the market: for sale at from $25 to $3o j*ra< r< one half ash and the balance in three to five year* with interest at at •'» percent j#*r annum. We ^lso have a few quarter^ that we can take from $500 to $i,ooo as first pay ment. Cbevenne county. Nebras ka, is one of the most favor bly located counties in the western part of the state: sit umted as it is f»etween the two great Platte rivers, and pro tccted by the Rocky onoun tain range to the south and weft, they «io not experienc* the hot winds that are so pre valent in some parts. We will contract to show yuQ many fields « f wheat hat ia your estimation will rv-H 36 bufhels per acre: rye fiax 15. corn 40 oats i>0: potatoes 100: alfalfa feed f» and other staple crop* equal ly good in proportion. Remember you are not in vesting your money in an arid region or desert, but where it i« sure to bring you good returns. Buying land is apure business proposition. You want to invest your muaev somewhere so that you will be assured oi certain sat isfactory returns. Cheyenne county iand is the one invest ment that absolutely insures positive returns. You cannot find a section in the west which offers as many •pportunities to the farmer ind investor as Cheyenne county. We are selling the Itest laud in the world for the mon**y and at a fiaure that -an api*eal only to level head <<d, successful business farm ers and investors. You mus see what we have, and we want you to see it, and to in vestigate every phase and con dition surrounding it If you want to better your condition; if you want to live in a delightful climate; if you want to enjoy life to the full —start planning today to bu a farm in Cheyenne county and arrange to go out with us on our next excursion. September 10th, 1912, For information regarding our free transportation offer to land aeekera, and full infiiif—lion in detail regarding Chey enne county, Nebraska lands, eall on or write J. W. Dougal, Loup City, Nebr. Special Representative *.—"I I •«.. • —> *■— — Un.,^.1 *ou>C T iTv - "-O.-l:*- ISe "out " that. I hate wantonly risked hi* 111* with mine at other time*, then, no " Her sensitive fare had changed, she Mo. found *;«ereh “l never thought of blame." she "trte'rl muteadl’y. "XeTer. Yon drove -traigh* and beet Ton look *c He drew *ogr her. long pa** eonven “! have been IB. I have bow little **«wt-r*h u» waste aside from ray pur l«** .'--slea 1 have come for you. as he ones cave me have to do. You ha ve do one left. Bor 1 WBl you mar r» *rr -* f-*ger» wo*iBd harder Into the - -it. Be saw the pulse beating in : - r rot-nd turost a* Cung back her head with Floyd's own boyleh movtm ewt * '<<* lovo n#T* she questioned. Just nndli^j grave eyes on his "1 thought yon knew Yes." ,*1“ k her head, her smile sad. "Mo Ralph Stanton, or Je* Floyd-* twhsr* The acute question pierced deep Oat of Stanton’s suSerlag leaped the truth la a cry of vehement passion and force "1 do not know! Jessica. Jessica. I do not know! I want both. I love yon. I watt you for my wife: left with him. 1 wonld have missed you. If I cared far you because you were like him. If I see him now in you. what matter* 1 tell row I want you. but I nhaH want him all my life. I want the *** r*^t ■*. y* one who nth m# through rough or the «nn who knew me and I »•* *7 comrade. Je* Floyd." ■•bed strength of pain, the omay of enrage bereavement Hdl the atmosphere swept to prlml dwo clarity, free of ail small thing*. Thw girl drew herself erect, even her Sps eslorlnao la her absolute pallor bac¥^ anu a zigzag eear start Into view on her Blender left arm Like bands of silk ribbon she unwound the heavy braids of hair and flung them aside. Jettfng a mass of short, boyish, bronze curls tumble about her fore head. There was no mistake possible, ever again. He did not know that he spoke, i yet bis cry reached the street below. “Floyd! Floyd!" "I am Floyd." "You—” "I am Jessica." The room reeled giddily, his vision blurred And as his composure went j down In chaos, her courage rose up to . aid his need. “You're goln’ to take it hard,” com pass ioned her earnest voice. “I’ve been doin' wrong to you. while I ’bought I was only hurtin’ myself. I’m | sorry.” The lisp, the soft excitement-born accent so blent with memories of splendid peril and comrade risk, fell on ready ears. “God!" breathed Stanton, and sank fnto a chair, dropping his face upon his arm aa it rested on the little tea table. 1 ou ve got to betr it; there's only me. But that's the only way I’ve de ceived you. Stanton.” The rustle of her dress came strangely with his name in those clear tones. “A11 that I told you of my life Is true, except Jes. My father had to have a son. an’ he made me one. At first, when I was M’tle. It was for fun he called me Jes when 1 had my boy-clothes on, an’ played there were two of us. But * ^eo we found that all the country wide. all the factory hands, every one except my nurse believed Jes and Jessica twins, we let it go on. It made It easier for him in trainin’ me j to be bis partner. For he said I wa3 man fit for that. So Jes studied an' raced an’ worked with him all day; in the evenin’ Jessica wore frocks and frills We lived alone in the big house: it was so easy. I used to dark en my skin a bit; that was all. You’re not listenin’—you want time to think it out—” ' He neither moved nor contradicted Time for readjustment he did need, for realization of this and himself. Standing, a slim, upright figure, she cave H to him, waiting while the little Swiss clock on the mantle chattered through many minutes. “When my father died.” she re sumed, at last, “after I found out that I wasn t goin to die, too. I saw Jes was able to earn his livin’ while Jes ca was liable to starve. I had it In my blood to love that work, I suppose; I told you once that the very smell of1 exhaust gas drove me out of myself with speed-fever. Every racer knows It. you know it, that reelin’. So I got a place In the Mercury factory; an’ that way I met you. I don’t know how to make you understand!” _He interrupted, ■iier,_rothlessly. ai most roughly, ~as he might onee~have spoken to Floyd; not looking up. “What of all that? You are you, now You’ve let me think you dead for two mouths—you left me in hell." "No, no!” she denied in swift de fense. “Not that. I never guessed that you could believe me dead; I thought you must know me—Jessica.” “How should I know? You never came near me. The Floyd I. knew would have come.” the bitterness of those desolate nights and days choked speech. There was a pause, fil'ed with some strange significance beyond his fath oming. “I couldn’t come,” she deprecated, v ... -pie? hr^kea. TYon’ro makiu’ this hard. When 1 was picked up . tunned, an’ taken to the hospital, aft er we went off the bridge, they found I wasn’t Jes. They talked of me—the newspapers printed stories about Stan ■cn’s mechanician—they said, they aid you knew I was a woman when we went West—” The movement that brought Stanton to his feet was galvanic. He under stood, finally, in one blinding flash of full comprehension; understood the doctor, the nurse, his fellow-drivers’ embarrassed reticence, and Miss Car lisle. Understood, too. that here had been a suffering acute as his own. Ant in the man’s hot outrush of protectloi Jes and Jessica were fused Into one. “They'll talk to me,” he grimly as sured. “I’m not shut In a hospital, now. Why didn’t you send them to me? You knew I’d corns to you—” His sentence broke, as his eyes caught and held hers; Floyd’s eyes, rtr&ight and tru© in spite of the girl's icark t shame burning in either check. “I knew, yes, you are that kind. But low could I tell you would want to :ome? How can I tell it now? You’d see me through safely, anyhow. I’m .■omemberin’ that you dismissed F’loyd .’or one falsehood, an’ I’ve tricked you !or weeks.” He drew a step nearer her; the pulse which had commenced to heat through him the day they started for Indianapolis and which had ceased two months ago. suddenly woke anew with a long steady stroke. The old rich sense of life ran warm along his veins. “What of you?” he put the question. “Brute enough I've been to Floyd. Per haps he had too much of me for you to want more?” She gasped before the challenge, then abruptly flared out. powder to spark, defiance to mastery, as so often , cn track or course. “You're mockin' me. Ralph Stanton! An’ I won’t bear it. I've told you too often that I cared, trustin’ you'd never . know the rest. I ought to have kept j away from you, an' I couldn't do it. I never meant you to know I was any one but Jes Floyd, I meant to be your partner an’ mechanician all my life. I hated bein' a girl. But you came here an’ found Jessica when I wasn't ex-1 rectin' you. When you asked me if you might marry my sister, there at the Comet factory, you almost killed me. For then I did want to be a girl, your girl. Yes, I’m savin’ it. an’ I won’t marry you, I won’t. I gave Jes sica a chance, an’ you didn’t love her, you loved Jes. I couldn’t be happy any more, either way. I’m tired of v.ishin’ the Mercury had fallen on me —you'd better go; I’m never goin' to see you again.” “You’re going to see me,” corrected j Stanton, slowly definite, “forever. You’re going to marry me today.” She lifted her face to him as he g.tood over her, the girl’s piteous beauty of it. the bov-comrade’s direct candor, the mechanician’s unmurmur ing obedience, and he saw her trem bling whose courage matched his own. “Don’t make me unless you want me. truly,” she whispered. “We're playin’ square, now.” His reply was inarticulate, the ex pression which leaped Into his eyes was that with which he once had looked at Floyd across the cups of chocolate. Only now It came with the Serce movement that crushed her sup ple figure in an embrace blending ev ery passion to be spent on man or woman. *‘Jess, Jess—comrade Jess, love ■ Jess!” After a while, she made the last essay. “You’r? sure, Ralph?” “Hush.” “You’ve lost your racin’ mechani cian.” “I'm not going to race; we're going | to Buffalo to open the Comet automo-1 bile factory.” “I’ve known you every minute; you didn't all know either Jes or Jessica." For the first time since the Mercury car changed tires on the Cup race course, Stanton’s blue-black eyes laughed into the gTay ones. "Perhaps not, but I know Jess Star* “You're Going to Marry Me Today." ton. Get your hat and furs and come iign your contract; -we’re team-mated ’or the long run. my girl.” THE END. Point of View. When the necessity of daily labor Is removed and the call of social duty fulfilled, that of moderate and timely amusement claims its place as a want inherent In our own nature. To re lieve this want and fill up the mental vacancy games are devised, books are written, music is composed, spectacles and plays are invented and exhibited. And if these plays have a moral and virtuous tendency; if the sentiments expressed are calculated to rouse c- - tr>ve of wh*<t Is n^Me. _and our cc-_ tamptof what Is base an3 mean; if they unite hundreds in a sympathetic admiration of virtue. abhorrence of v'ce or derision of folly—it will re main to be shown how far the spec tator is more criminally engt.ged than it ne had passed the evening in the idle gossip of society, in the feverish I ursuits of ambition or in the unsated and insatiable struggle after gain.— Walter Scott Carelessness Causes Bad Writing. Talking of handwriting—an indus trious journalist who writes all his copy legibly with his own right hand, said that he couldn't understand why anyone should not write legibly. It was quite as easy as writing the oth -wav Only .vou .had Jo learn _ it young. Once~ you get- the careless habit with the pen or pencil you cause endless confusion. And you cannot when you grow rather proud of It There is an argument for the reten tion of the writing masts* at school Poor Man! Mrs. Mary Austin in an address on primitive woman in New York, uttered a neat epigram about man. “Never find fault with a man," she said. “Fraise him always.” Then, w-ith a smile, she added: “Man, you see. always regards rery as truth, and truth as abuse." Foreign Interference. Patriot—I understand you are living abroad now. Americans not good enough for you. eh? Expatriate—Oh, it isn’t that; it is simply that I prefer being at home with foreigners to staying at home with foreigners.—Judge. WHY MAN DISLIKES SPRING Its Beauty Marred for Him by House Cleaning and its Various Accompaniments. If spring didn't bring nothin’ worse than th' primrose by tb' brook it wouldn' be so bad. But along with th’ turquoise sky an' th' first little patches o’ green comes house cleanin’, wall paperin', flower beds, stove pipes, candidates an' red-nosed politicians, fresh an’ buoyant after a long winter's loaf. If ther’s any work in th’ world that a man hain’t cut out fer it's house clearin'. Sufferage er no suffcrage it’s distinctively a woman’s work. What selfrespectin’ man wants t’ take down th’ settln’ room stove an’ put it on th’ back porch an' cover it with rag carpet? Wher’s th’ man that ever feels right again after fillin’ th' ticks at th’ livery stable an' dustin' the chromos? Flower bed makin’ is another thing that cheapens n man. What man ever feels like takin’ his place again among his peers after puttin’ a border o’ whitewashed stones around th’ tulip bed er teachin’ a rose bush t’ climb over th’ parlor window, an’ connect with th’ spout? Paintin’ a iron bed la ■omethln’ else that’s calculated t' de^ stroy what little feelin’ o’ superiority! o’er woman that th’ average husband sometimes secretly entertains. You kin paint a iron bed an' look at It ever’ day fer a year an’ see some new place you missed. No man in the world can git out good work an’ give his business proper attention er give his employer value received durin’ th’ wall paper season. Next t’ th’ money trust probe ther’1 hain’t nothin’ as pressln* as a good law compellin’ a paper hanger t’ gib ! on th’ job at th’ appointed time an*' pot lay off fer a ball game till t’ con* , tract is finished an’ he has taken hiq! traps out o th parlor.—Indiana poii* News. The Last Letter Written by Christ Newspapers throughout the United States are printing what is alleged to be a letter written by Christ. In this letter was an injunction that itshould be published to the world by whoever found it, together with the state ment that misfortune and bad luck would follow the person having pos session of it—in the event that it was not given publicity. There was like wise a promise that whoever may have a copy of this in his or her pos session will prosper and be followed by good fortune. The Northwestern has received a number of requests to print this let ter, so if it will relieve the supersti tious fears yf any one, here it is: Ac cording to the history of the letter, it was written bv Christ just after His crucifixion, signed by the Angel Gabriel, 99 years after the Savior’s birth, and presumably deposited by Him under a stone at the foot of the cross. On the stone appeared this legend, “Blessed is he who shall turn me over.” No one knew what the inscription ; meant, or seemed to have sufficient curiosity to investigate, until the stone was turned over by a little child, and the letter which follows was dis covered: “Whosoever works on the Sabbath day shall be cursed. I command you to go to church and keep holy the Lord's day without any manner of work. You shall not idle or misspend your time in bedecking yourself with superfluities of costly apparel and vain dressing, for I have ordered it a day of rest. I will have that day kept holy that your sins may be for given you. You will not break my commandments, but observe and keep them, they being written by My hand and spoken by My mouth. You shall not only go to church yourselves, but also your man servant and your maid servant. Observe My work and My commandments. “You shall finish your work every Saturday at 6 o’clock in the after noon, at which hour the preparation for the Sabbath begins. I advise you < to fast five days in the year, begin ning on Good Friday and continuing the five days following, in remem brance of the five bloody wounds I re- 1 ceived for you and mankind. “You shall love one another and :ause them that are not baptized to :ome to church and receive the holy sacrament, that is to say, baptism. and then the supper of the Lord, and be made a member thereof, and in so doing I will give you long life and many blessings. Your land will be replenished and bring forth abund ance. and I will comfort you in the greatest temptation, and he that do eth to the contrary shall be cursed. “I will also send hardness of heart on them and especially on hardened and unpenitent unbelievers. He that hath given to the poor shall find it profitable. Remember to keep the Sabbath day, for the seventh day I have taken as a resting dav for My self. And he that hath a copy of this letter written by My own hand and spoken by My own mouth and keepeth it without publishing it to others, shall not prosper, but he that pub lisheth it to others, shall be blessed by Me. and if their sins be as many as stars by night, and if they truly be lieve, they shall be pardoned, and they that believe not this writing and My commandments will have My plagues upon you. and you will be consumed, witli your children, goods and cattle and all other worldly en joyments that I have given you. Do but once think of what I have suf fered for you. If you do, it will be well w ith you in this world and in the world which is to come. “Whosoever shall have a copy of this letter and keep it in their house, nothing shall hurt them, neither pes tilence. thunder nor lightning, and if any woman be in birth and put her trust in Me she shall be delivered of her child. You shall hear no more news of Me except through the Holv Scriptures, until the day of judg ment. All goodness and prosperity shall be in the house where a copv of this letter shall be found.” The story goes that the little child who found It passed it to one who be came a convert to the Christian faith. He failed to have the letter pub lished. He kept it. however, as a sa cred memento of Christ, and it passed down to different generations of the family for more than one thousand years. During this period the family suffered repeated misfortunes, migra ted to different countries until finally one of them came to America, bring ing the letter with him. They set tled in Virginia, then moved further South, still followed by misfortune, when finally the last member, a daughter, approached her deathbed and called a neighbor.Mrs.Thompson, giving her the letter and related its history for more than one thousand years. The Thompson woman began the attempt to have it published and it first appeared in the Rome (Ga.) Tribune on Oct. 31, 1891. It then appeared in the Dalton (Gsft) Citizen, and Mrs. Wortman. now living in Ma rion. Ind.. clipped it and kept it in her possession for many years, with out an effort to have it published. She was followed by misfortune, which she attributed to her neglect in not trying to have the letter published. Mrs. Ruby Crutchfield of Treyarant, Tenn., is also said to have had a copy and failed to make an effort to have it published for three years, and was followed by a varied lot of misfor tunes. which she attributed to the fact of her neglect in this respect. Clear Creek Items A dance was given at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Morgan last Saturday night. Mr. and Mrs. Wes Miller spent Sun day at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Frank Zwink. Miss Irma Lowery and Lawrence Lowery left the first of theweek for Broken Bow- to attend high school. The Lone Elm school opened Mon day with Grace Adams as teacher. Among those from this vicinity who are attending the State Fair this week are Mr. and Mrs. Adam Zahn, R. D. Adams, Russell Adams and Mr and Geo. Zahn. Prisoners Seated at Small Tables. Preparations have been completed at the federal penitentiary for seating the prisoners at small tables in the dining-room instead of seating all the S00 men together at long, low benches. The new method of seating the pris oners for their meals is one of a num ber of improvements which the ward en has made In the prison system in the past few years. It Involved the relaying of the dining-room floor and the manufacturing of 104 small, neat tables for the men. Each table will seat eight men, and under the new arrangement white and colored prisoners will be separated. Formerly the men were seated in rows on benches at long, desk-Hke tables, and there was no discrimina tion as to color. • Believing that the new system would conduce more largely to the individual prisoner’s self-respect and rrd In establishing a new viewpoint as to his obligations, the warden succeed ed in providing the small tables.—At lanta Constitution. • For a Square Deal IN. Real Estate And Insurance .See t J.W Dougal; 1 Dffce First Floor, 4 doors south of State Bank Building i ^Drink the New*6* Crystal Pop It’s the Best Call at the Battling Works and take a case home with you and not drink so much water these hot davs. CRYSTAL BOTTLING WORKS A. 0. LEE. PROPRIETOR Low Oiie-Way Colonist Fares September 25 to October 10, 1912 LOUP CITY To California » To Pacific Northwest ! $31,00.$31.00 $26.1X)T£™«“ UTAH, IDAHO AND MONTANA I _ -- Now is the time to make arrangements to visit this rich and growing section of the west and select a farm home for yourself and family where large crops and handsome profits are made from small tracts of land planted to orchards or truck gardens. Some crops ripen every season of the year—your land is never idle. L UNION PAC1 FIC Standard Road of the West Protected by automatic electric block safety signals. J. W. Collipriest, Agent, Loup City, Neb. Rich Fertile Farm Lands For Sale by The Federal Land and Securities Co. Of Cheyenne, Wyo Situated in southeast Wyoming near the foothills of the mountains, west of the Sand hills of Nebraska: out of reach of the hot winds. Fertile soil, free from alkali and gumbo, clay subsoil, good water, climate enexcelled. Sold on crop payment plan. Write the Federa, Land and Se curities Co., 100 w 17th St,, Cheyenne, Wyo., for particu lars. Change of Program Every Tues . day, Thursday and Friday nights, don’t miss any. Special Feature Ficture Every Friday Don't forget Chat (Tie Rave The Latest and Up.to-date Job Type When in Need of that kind of work Give Us a Call WE WILL DO OUR BEST TO PLEASE YOU THE LADY OF THE MOUNT By Frederick S. (sham A stirring, romantic tale of the brave young Black Seigneur who held such power over the peasants along the loast of France in the days of the reuolution, of his love ove for the Governor’s daughter and how he woed and von her. DO NOT miss this brilliant, spirited narrative which we vill run as oumext serial, You’ll enjoy every installment Watch For the Opening Chapter