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
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*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.
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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.
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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
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