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Professional Cards ROBT. P. STARR Attorney-at-law, LOUP CITY. EEBMSKM. NIGHTINGALE & SON Attorney ini CoMCMt-Liw LOUP 01TY. NEB R. H. MATHEW, Attorney-at-Law, And Bonded Abstractor, Loup City, Nebraska AARON WALL Lawyer Practices in all Courts Loup City, Neb. ROBERT H. MATHEW Bonded Abstracter Loup City, - Nebraska. Only set of Abstract books in county O. E. LONGACRE PBYS1CM 111 SUBGEOS Office, Over New Bank. TELEPHONE CALL, NO. 39 A. J. KEARNS PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON Phone, 30. Office at Residence Two Doors East of Telephone Central Lnup Eiiu, - Nebraska A. S. MAIN PHYSICIAN and SURGEON Loup City, Nebr. Office at Residence, Telephone Connection J. E. Bowman M. D. Carrie L. Bowman M. D. BOWMAN & BOWMAN Physicians and Surgeons Phone 114 Loup City, Nebraska S. A. ALLEN; DEJYTIST; /"LOUP CITY, - - NEB. ' Office np stairs in the new State iJank building. W, L. MARCY. DENTIST, LOOP 0ITY, NEB OFFICE: East Side Public Suuare. Phone, 10 on 36 ———B^—B———1^—— Y. I. McDonall Prompt Dray Work Call lumber yards or Taylor’s elevator. Satisfaction guaran teed. Phone 6 on 57 C. E. Stroud Formerly of Kansas City. Painting, Papering and Decorating Special attention paid to Autos and Carriages. All tops re newed and repaired. All work guaranteed. Phone 0 Contractor and Plasterer Phone 6 on 70 Give me a call and get my prices. I will treat you right. Satisfaction Guaranted G. R. SWEETLAND PLUMBER tSSga- AND •#•*» ELECTRICIAN For good clean and neat work Satisfaction Guaranteed Come and get my prices For a Square Deal IN Real Estate And. Insurance See J.W Dougal Offce First Floor, 4 doors south of State Bank Building ■ ILLUSTRATIONS BYftAyWHTzH& COPYRIGHT 1908 BY THE 90880 -HEXRUX CO. &YINUKSIS. CHAPTER I—Countess Ellse. daughter of the Governor of the Mount, has chance encounter with a peasant boy. CHAPTER II—Tho “Mount," a small rock-bound island, stood In a vast bay on the northwestern coast of France, and during the time of Louis XVI was a gov ernment stronghold. Develops that the peasant boy was the son of Seigneur Desaurac. nobleman. CHAPTER III—Young Desaurac deter mines to secure an education and be come a gentleman; sees the governor’s daughter depart for Taris. CHAPTER IV—Lady Elise returns aft er seven years’ schooling, and entertains maaiy nobles. CHAPTER V-Her Ladyship dances with a strange fisherman, and a call to arms is made in an effort to capture a mysterious Le Seigneur Nols. CHAPTER VI—The Black Seigneur es capes. CHAPTER VII—Lady Ellse is caught In the “Grand” tide. CHAPTER VIII—Black Seigneur res cues, and takes Lady Ellse to his re treat. CHAPTER IX—Elise discovers that her savior was the boy with the flsh. CHAPTER X—Sanchez, the Seigneur’s servant. Is arrested and brought before the governor. CHAPTER XI—Lady Ellse has Sanchez set free. CHAPTER XII—Seigneur and a priest at the “Cockles.” CHAPTER XTTT—Sanchez tells Dosaur ao that Lady Ellse betrayed him, but Is not believed. Tho Seigneur plans to re lease the prisoners at the Mount. CHAPTER XIV—Lady Eli3e pleads with her father to spare the lives of con demned prisoners. CHAPTER XV—Disguised as a peasant Lady Elise mingles with the people and hears some startling facts. CHAPTER XVI—A mysterious Mounte bank starts a riot and Is arrested. CHAPTER XVII—The Mountebank Is locked up after making close observations of the citadel, and is afterwards sum moned beforejhe governor’s daughter^ urs, of your nrie gentry consigned "by tettres de cachet.” “Then what do you think they will do with me?” wait, ana nna out: returnea tne soldier roughly, and the mountebank spoke no more for some time; held his head lower, until, regarding him, his guardian must needs laugh. "Here’s a craven-hearted fellow! Well, if you really want to know, they’ll probably lock you up for the night with the rest of rag-tag,” indi cating the other prisoners, a short distance ahead, “in the cellar, or al monry, or auberge des voleurs; and in the morning, if you’re lucky and the Governor has time to attend to such as you, it may be you’ll escape with a few stripes and a warning.” “The auberge des voleurs!—the thieves’ inn!” said the man. “What is that?” "Bah! You want to know too much! If now your legs only moved as fast as your tongue—” And the speaker completed the sentence with a sig nificant jog on the other’s shoulders. Whereupon the mountebank quick ened his footsteps, once more ceased his questioning. It was the soldier who had not yet spoken, but who had been pondering a good deal on the way up, who next broke the silence. “How did it end. Monsieur Mounte bank?—the scene with the devil, I mean.” The man who had begun to breathe hard, as one not accustomed to climb ing, or wearied by a long pilgrimage to the Mount, at the question ven tured to stop and rest, with a hand on the granite balustrade of the little platform they had just reached. “In the death of the peasant, and a comic chorus of frogs,” he answered. “A comic chorus!” said the soldier. “That must be very amusing.” “It is,” the mountebank said, at the same time studying, from where he stood, different parts of the Mount with cautious, sidelong looks; "but my poor frogs!—all torn! trampled!” “Well, well!” said the other not un kindly. "You can mend them when you get out.” “ ‘When!’ If I only knew when that would be! What if I should have to stay here like some of the others?— , P°JlJ!.®lre_oublie!—to be forgotten?” ‘Tf you don’t get On faster/’ 6aid the soldier who had first spoken, “you won’t be buried alive for some time to come, at least!” "Pardon!” muttered the mounte bank. “The hill—It ia very steep.” “You look strong enough to climb a dozen hills, and if you’re holding back for a cbanoe to escape—” "No, no!” protested the man. “I had no thought—do I not know that if I tried, your sword—” “Quite right. I’d—” “There, there!” said the other sol dier, a big, good-natured appearing fel low. “He’s harmless enough, and,” as once more they moved on, “that tune of yours. Monsieur Mountebank,” ab ruptly; “it runs in my head. Let me Bee—how does it go? The second verse, I mean—” “Beat! beat! Mid marsh-muck and mire. For if any note Escapes a frog’s throat. Beware my lord’s ire!” "Yes; that’s the one. Not bad!” humming— “For if any note Escapes a frog’s throat Beawre my lord’s ire!” "Are the verses your own?” “Oh, no! I’m only a poor player," said the mountebank humbly. “But an honest one," he added after a pause, “and this thieves’, inn. Mon sieur?” returning to the subject of his possible fate, "this auberge des vo lenrs—that sounds like a bad place for an honest lodging.” "It was ones under the old monks, who were very merry fellows; but since the Governor had it restored, it has become a sober and quiet place. It is true there are iron bars instead of blinds, and you can’t come and go, as they used to, but—” “Is that it—up there?" And the mountebank pointed toward a ledge of rock, with strong flanking buttresses, outfitting beneath a mysterious-look mg wan ana poisea over a sparsely wooded bit of the lower Mount. “The gray stone building you can just see above the ramparts, and that opening in the cliff to the right, with some thing running down—that looks like planking—” “Oh, that is for the wheel—” “The wheel?” “The great wheel of the Mount! It was built in the time of the monks, and was used for—” "Hold your tongue!” said the other soldier, and the trio entered the great gate, which had opened at their ap proach, and now closed quickly be hind them. For the first time in that isolated domain of the dreaded Governor, the mountebank appeared momentarily to forget his fears and gazed with inter est around him. On every side new and varying details unfolded to the eye; structures that from below were etched against the sky in filmy lines, here resolved themselves into vast, solid, but harmonious masses. Those ribbons of color that had seemed to fall from the wooing sky, to adorn these heights, proved, indeed, fallacious; more somber effects, the black touches of age, confronted the eye everywhere, save on one favored front—that of a newer period, an architectural addition whose intricate carvings and beautiful roses of stone invited and caught the warmer rays; whose little balcony held real buds and flowers, bright spots of pink dang ling from, or nestling at, the window’s edge. Yonder looks like some grand lady’s bower,” as he followed his cap tors past this more attractive edifice, the mountebank ventured to observe. “Now, perhaps, lives there—” “Hark you, my friend,” one of the soldiers bruskly interrupted; “a piece of advice. His Excellency likes not babblers, neither does he countenance gossip; and if you’d fare well, keep your tongue to yourself!” “I’ll—I’ll try to remember,” said the mountebank docilely, but as he spoke, looked back toward the balcony; at the gleaming reflection full on its win dows; then a turn in the way cut off the pleasing prospect, and only the grim foundations of the lofty, heavier structure on one hand and the mas sive masonry ramparts on the other greeted the eye. For some distance they continued along the narrow way, the mounte bank bending lower under his load and observing the injunction put upon him. until the path, broadening, led them abruptly on to a platform where a stone house of ancient construction barred their further progress. But two stories in height, this building, an alien edifice amid loftier piles, stood sturdily perched on a precipi tous cliff. The rough stonework of its front, darkened by time, made it seem almost a part of the granite itself, al though the roof, partly demolished and restored, imparted to it an anom alous distinctness, the bright new tile prominent as patches on some dilapi dated garment. In its doorway, be neath a monkish inscription, well-nigh obliterated, stood a dwarf, or hunch back, who, jingling a bunch of great keys, ill-humoredly regarded the ap proaching trio. “What now?” The little man’s wel come, as mountebank and soldiers came within earshot, was not reassur ing. “Isn’t it enough to make prison ers of all the scamps in Christendom without taking vagabond players into custody?” "Orders, good Jacques!” said one of the soldiers in a conciliatory tone. “The commandant’s!” “The commandant!” grumbled the grotesque fellow. “It is all very well,” mimicking; “ ‘Turn them over to Jacques. He’ll find room.' If this keeps on, we’ll soon have to make cages of confessionals, or turn the wine-butts in the old cellar into oubli etteg.” “If any of our ancient flavor lingers in the casks, your guests would have little reason to complain!” returned the other soldier. “But this fellow, he’ll make no trouble—” “Oh, I suppose we’ll have to take care of him!” muttered the dwarf. “In the thieves’ inn there’s always room for one more!” Obeying the gesture, at once menacing and imperious, that accompanied these words, the mounte “Oh, I Suppose We’ll Have to Take Care of Him!’’ ' bank, who had been eyeing his pro spective host not without visible signs of misgiving, reluctantly entered. But as he did so, he looked back; toward the soldier who had displayed half-friendly interest in the play. “If you care to know more about the piece—'” be began, when the maledic tions and abuse of the misshapen keeper put^a stop to further conver sation and sfent the mountebank post haste into the darkness of the MYem * fc <- '' IHteTiaTJ Intersecting the ground floor. On either side closed doors, vaguely discerned, hinted at the secrets of the chambers they guarded; the atmos phere, dark and close, proclaimed the sunlight long a stranger there. At the end of the hall the dwarf, who had walked with the assurance of one well acquainted with that musty interior and all it contained. Daused; shot snarply a bolt and threw open a door. The action was the signal for a chorus of hoarse voices from within, and the little man stayed not on the order of his going, but, thrusting the mounte bank across the threshold, leaped nimbly back, slammed hard the door, and locked it. Cries of disappointment and rage followed, and, facing the company that crowded the dingy little room almost to suffocation, the latest comer found himself confronted by unkempt people who shook their fists threateningly and execrated in no uncertain man ner. A few, formerly spectators of his little play, inclined again to’vent their humor on him, but he regarded them as if unaware of their feeling; pushed none too gently to a tiny window, and, depositing his burden on the stone floor, seated himself on a stool with his back to the wall. As a squally gust soon blows itself out, so their temper, mercurial, did not long endure; from a ragged coat one produced dice, another cards, and, although there were few sous to ex change hands, the hazard of tossing and shuffling exercised its usual charm and held them. The minutes wore away; motionless in his corner, the mountebank now watched; then with hit, head on his elbow, seemed sunk in thought. Once he rose; stood on his stool and looked out between the heavy bars of the narrow window. "Not much chance to get out that way,” observed a fellow prisoner. “What did you see?” "Only a chasm in the sands.” "The sands!” said the man. “Cursed the day I set foot on them!” To this malediction the other did not answer; stepped down and, again seated in his corner, waited, white- the light that had grudgingly entered the narrow aperture grew fainter. With the growing darkness the atmosphere seemed to become closer, more foul; but although he breathed with diffi culty, the mountebank suffered no sign of impatience or concern to escape him; only more alertly looked and listened—to a night bird cleav ing the air without; to muttered sounds, thieves’ patois, or snatches of ribald mirth within; and, ere long, to new complainings. “Our supper! What of our supper?” “The foul fiend take the auberge des Voleurs and its landlord?” “Vrai dieu! Here he comes!” as the footsteps were heard without. And the door, opening, revealed, in deed, in the rushlight, now dimly illu minating the hall, the hunchback, not laden, however, with the longed for creature comforts, but empty handed; at his back the commandant and a number ot soldiers. “You fellow with the dolls!” Blink ing in the glare of the torches, the dwarf peered in. ‘Where are you? Come along!” as the mountebank rose, “you are wanted.” "Wanted?” repeated the player, stepping forward. "Where?’ "At the palace,” said the comman dant “The palace!” stopping short. "Who can want me there?” “Who?” The dwarf made a grimace. "Who?” he repeated mockingly. “Her ladyship,” said the command ant, with a reproving glance at the Jailer. "Her ladyship!” "Haven’t you ears, my man?" The commandant frowned and made an Impatient gesture. "Come, bestir your ■elf! . The Governor’s .daughter hat To be Continued Christmas Program To be given at Moon School Houso December 21st, 1912 at 8 O,clock Song .“Happy Christmas to you” School Recitation, “When Papa Was a Boy Raymond Pinckney Exercise.‘ ‘Christmas Telephone ’ ’ Dialogue.“Counting eggs” Song.“Churning” Primary Class Recitation, “A Surprise for Santa” Kathryn Ling Song, “Three Cheers for the Turkey” Edith, Adelburt and Clifford Ward Dialogue.“Harry’s Lecture” Recitation “News Boy’s Christmas” Amy Ncllravy Solo.“Little Jack Frost” Adelburt Ward. Recitation, “A Merry Christmas” John Ward Dialogue..,.“A Practical Joke” Recitation.“The Longest Night” Edith Ward Drill.“Santa’s Brownies” Duet “Christmas morning Long Ago” Cecille and Glady Ling. Recitation.“After Christmas” Adelburt Ward Dialogue.“An Inquisitive Man” Exercise.“Christmas Eve” Recitation...“Xmas” Clifford Ward Song.“Little Mothers” Pantomine_“Night Before Xmas” Recitation, “Bud B’s Christmas . [ Stocking” Everette Gilbert Duet.“The Quarrel” Edith and Clifford Ward Recitation.“A Small Boy” Burnette Pinckney Dialogue...“Train to Mauro” Song.“Santa Claus is Coming” Primary Class Bf na F. Rowe, Teacher. OVER 65 YEARS' EXPERIENCE ' Trade Marks Designs Copyrights Ac. Acvone sending a sketch and description may qnickly ascertain our opinion free whether an invention is probably Patemable. Communica tions strictly confidential. HANDBOOK on Patents sent free. Oldest agency for securing patents. Patents taken through Munn & Co. receive special notice, without charge, in the Scientific American. A handsomely Illustrated weekly. J.nivest. cir culation of anv scientific Journal. Terms, J3 a year; four months, Sold by all newsdealers. MUNN & Co.361Broadway’ New York Branch Office. 82a F 8U Washington, D. C. Untruthful Portrayal of The West in moving Pictures. The head of the Pinkerton Detective Agency, on a recent visit to the Pacific Coast, speaking of the connection of the moving picture show and dime novel in the developement of criminals, said: “I do not mean to denounce the moving picture show as a whole. I like to go where good films are shown: and I know that the pictures, are, in many instances, both entertaining and instructive. But the scenes por traying hold-ups, kidnapping, burgla ries and cowboy-Indian combats, with the narrow escapes, the thrilling ex periences and the fusillade of shots accompanying, ought to be prohibited. They do not have a single meritorious feature and devolep the worst instincts in the impressionable youth. The cheap dime-novel detective story is another evil, and the circulation, or sale, of such literature ought to be forbidden.” Mr. Pinkerton is in a position to know the results of these evils. His calling brings him into contact with young men and young women forgers, j embezzlers, kidnappers and even mur-1 derers who were incited to wrong-1 doing by some insidious influence.! He attributes their downfall in a i measure to the causes named. This is but an additional word of condemnation against the untruthful representation of the west in moving pictures. Police records are full of cases of crime caused by the young of | the country whose minds have been j poisoned through the medium of the | moving picture show; and scarcely a , day passes but what the news-papers contain accounts «f some boy or girl j leaving his or her home and pleasant surroundings to seek the w ild and1 wooly frontier that they have been lead to believe still exists in our western states. The good people of the west who take pride in their peaceful communities are justified in bringing to the atten tion of the public --fathers and mothers in particular—the fact that moving picture houses, depending principally on the young for support, should be prohibited from staging these ”blood and thunder” plays as being typical of western life. Boards of censure should condem them on sight. Time | was, perhaps, that these scenes oc- j curred on the frontier but those times are long since past, going, as they did, with the Indian and the cowboy of free range times. The completion of the overland rail route, and with it the coming of civilization, speedily put an end to the old west—every thing now is calm and peaceful: the thousand-acre ranches have given way to the tiller of the soil. The chaps and six shooter, so much in evidence in moving picture sketches, if dis played today on the streets of a west ern city, would create as great a stir as they would if shown on Broadway, New York, or State Street. Chicago. Many people, no doubt, are hesitant about seeking a home in the west, for the reason that they believe these sensational conditions still exist. Mov pictures, of the proper sort, have a worthy mission to fill, in providing wholsome amusement and entertain ment for both young and old, at a small cost, and the educational pur pose to which they are now being put is highly commendable. Let sober minded fathers and mothers demand that the shows visited by their chil dren shall be of a nature that tends to uplift, and forbid their attendance at those places that depict scenes of west ern life that are next to impossible, much less probable. Popular senti ment should demand the better class pictures, such as innocent minds may view without injurious effects. The owners of the picture houses will ben efit, eventually, by showing clean plays, as a better class of patronage will result, and the few who demand Dare Devil Dick picture will either withdraw their attendance or ma terially change their tastes in regard to amusement. Austin Happenings Austin Sunday school was well at tended last Sund'ay. The rpinister teaching the bible class which added to the interest of the lesson, after which we listened to a tine address. Homer Ogle was seen at J. W. Gil more's Sunday. * Mrs. P. G. Paige spent Friday night with Mrs. A. Daddowin Austin. Milt Eentfrow is quite lame from' a misstep on the streets of Loup City last Saturday. The oyster supper at Mrs. Ida Ogle’s last Saturday eve was a grand success. Walt Gregg visited at Harley Mc Call Sunday. The Austinites all trade at home but regardless of that fact there was some 25 or 30 in Loup City last Satur day. The coal famine was relieved at Austin Saturday. J ohn Riskoski attended church in Loup City Sunday. | ENJOY YOUR TRIP TO THE ■ Pacific Northwest \ Your vacation starts the moment you board one of the fast, splendidly equipped trains of the \ UN ION PACIFIC Standard Road of the West' ^ Protected by automatic electric block safety signals. | Dustless Roadbed. Double Track £ Excellent Dining Cars | The route traversed by these trains carries the travel | er through the richest and most prosperous section S of the west, both in sceinic attractions and agricul * tural wealth. Mountains, rushing trout streams, s waterfalls and a two hundred mile ride along the | banks of the majestic Columbia Riqer are a few of s the attractions offered on this route. 8 * ^%mtssgz?> For lirerature and information telative to rates, sleeping car reservations, stop overs, side trips,etc., call on or address j J. W. Collipriest, agent j Loup City, Nebr. j S. A. Pratt Billiard and Pool Parlors Finest Brands ot Cigars, with such leaders as Denbys, Havana Sticks, B. B’s., and other choice smokes. Your patronage appreciated First Door, West of First National Bank Loup City, Nebraska. is aauiifaymHiaiJwuymiiw jl*—rm mr.* ^ We In-vite You I TO THE NEW THEATRE Nothing but Good, Clean shows will be per | mitted to be put on here. Good High Class JWotion pictures i On account of so many other attractions in our I theatre during the next few months we will show < pictures only three nights a week. Change of Program every Tuesday, Thursday j and Saturday. LEE & DADDOW I J. G. PAGELER \ Auctioneer I Loup City, - - Nebraska j SOOOCiOOOGQOeQQQOOGOeGGt I will call sales in any part of Sherman County. Phone or write, Jack Pageler Loup City, Nebraska. L PACIFIC COAST TOUR The Grandest Railroad Journey in the World There are more than one hundred ways to go or to come but the all year way to California, the way in one direction at least, is through the Denver gateway, with Sceinic Colorado and Salt Lake along the way. If you desire a more southerly route in winter, go via Denver and the Santa Fe—Grand Canyon Route, through New Mexico—the way of sunshine. If this is not far enough scuth, go through Kansas City and Texas, returning through Salt Lake and Sceinic Colo rado. But to realize the maximum possibilities as to scenery, cities, agricultural landscape and “travel edu cation” of this comprehensive tour, you should include the Shasta route an the Pacific Northwest—the Port land, Puget Sound and Spokane regions. 2ing America first you sec Its mighty and magidcient half on Coast tour. You should not only "See America First" but you see all of It you can from a Burlington train J. A Danielson, Agent 7. Wakeley, Gen’l P’g’r agent Omaha Neb Mr. Curtis, a brother of Mrs. Hart well come on the motor Friday. Dr. N. L. Talbott is a very sick man and there is very little hopes is entertained for qis recovery. Homer Ogle and Miss Jessie Gil more rttended the picture show at Loup City Saturday. Clear Creek Items Harry Zahn returned home Satur day from near Arcadia, where he has been shucking corn for Mr. Woodruff. Mr. Kratzer gave a dance at his home Saturday evening. Mrs. Clara Taylor returned to her home at Loup City Saturday. A number of the young people from this vicinity attended the basketsocial in district 65, near Litchfield, last Thursday evening. Miss Mary Adams spent Saturday afternoon with Miss Ruth Yan Dyke. Miss Inez Van Dyke spent Friday at home visiting with her relatives. An Xmas program and tree will e given at the Lone Elm school hoi .e on Christmas eve. All are cordially invited. Sr ^ , «, 1 f ; u.«f« ... ? 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