Nebraska Newspapers

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GEORGE IIOCKNELL Presfdent. B. M. FREES Yice President. W. F. LAWSON , Cashier.
B A. CAMPBELL , Director. S. L. GREEN , Director.
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I iMHBliB 3 At tickets ! 0R fiALE ' To AND rPi0M imi
I PETER PENNER
I wishes to announce that his stock of
Summer Lan Bote id filaiMs
I is complete , and also directs attention to his line of
I WHITE RUBBER TRIMMED HARNESS ,
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I f finest ever brought to "Western Nebraska.
I West Dennison St. MeCOOK , NEBRASKA.
I $50,000.00 !
I TO LOAN ON
I Improved Farms in Red Willow County
I U AT 8i PEE GENT. 8i
McCook Loan and Trust Co ,
I IT'Office in First National Bank.
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GRAY & EIKENBERRY , Props.
The Best Equipment in the Republican Valley.
1 Frees k Hotf Liler Co.
DEALERS IN =
LUMBER !
f Sash , Doors , Elinds , Lime , Cement ,
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C. H. BOYLE ,
LAND - ATTOKNEY ,
Six years' experience In Government
Laud Cases.
Real Estate , Loans anil Issarance.
NOTAUY PUBLIC.
ESfOflice upstairs in the Ecott building ,
south of Commercial Hotel , McCook , Neb.
THE • COMMERCIAL • HOTEL ,
GEO. E. JOHNSON , Prop.
IVIcCOOK. - NEBRASKA.
This house has been completely renovated
and refurnished throughout , and is first-class
In every respect. Kates reasonabel.
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A. J. Eittenuouse , Vf.1l. Staub ,
McCook. * Indianol * .
KITTENHOUSE & STARR ,
Attorkeys-at-Law
OFICES AT
McCOOK aud IZVUBAXOLA. .
J. BYRON JENNINGS , i
Attorney-at-Law
Will practice in thestate aud United State *
courts , aud before the U. S. Land ofllcea ,
Careful attention given to collection
Office over the Nebraska Loan and Bankin |
Co.McCook. , . '
THOS. COLFER ,
Attorney - at - Law
AND NOTARY PUBLIC.
Eeal Estate Bought and Sold and Collec
tions made. Money Loaned on real estata
and final prrof. Agent Lincoln Land Co.
Office in rhillips-Meeker block.
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HUGH W. COLE , i
f"C. LAWYER.
ITTcCOOK , - NEBRASKA. ]
"Will practice in all courts. Commercial ,
and Corporation laiv a specialty. s
MONEY TO I.OAIY. j
Rooms 4 and 5 First NatioualBankBuilding. .
Dr. A. P. WELLES , ]
SOTHEOPA.TUIC j
PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON , j
McCOOK , - NEBRASKA.
Special attention given to diseases of Women
and Children. The latest improved methods of
Electricitv used in all cases requiring such treat
ment. Oince ov McMillen's Drug Store. Res
idence , North lUln Street.
B. B DAVIS , M. D. ,
PHYSICAN and SURGEON i
McCOOK - NEBRASKA. '
OFFICE HOURS : 9 to 11 a. m. , 2 to 5 p. m.,7
to 9 p. m. I have associated with me in practice , 1
l > r. C. II. JOIVES , 1
who will answer calls promptly in town or
country. Rooms : Over First National Bank. ]
SVCKLIS'S AltXICA SAI.TE. ! |
Tho Best Salvk in the woild for cnt3 , bruises ,
ores , ulcers , salt rheum , fever sores , tetter , ,
chapped bands , chilblains , corns , and all skin i
eruptions , an-1 positively cures piles , or no pay
required. It is guaranteed to give perfect satis
faction or uoney refunded. Price 35 centa pu
fcox. ' , Fortal byAMcMlllea. . j
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MnsMt > pfiniyiiiu > JTOTri"Tiri' r
Death in the Desert.
It has just come to light that a
pnrty of Chinese , who attempted to
smuggle themselves into the United
States from lower California , got
lost on the desert and had a terrible
experience , one of the party dying of
thirst and exposure. They found
the frontier so closely guarded that
they stole a march toward the east
ward and got into the desert. Here
they got lost and wandered aimless
ly around for several days , suffering
unutterable agonies.
One of the Mongolians was ayouth
of some 14years. . He gave out un
der the terrible suffering and became
crazy. In his ravings he imagined
the blistering sands were limpid wat
er and eagerly filled his parched
mouth with the burning particles.
This only added to his horrors , and
pretty soon ho lay down to die , his
companions being in too pitiful a
condition to render him any assist
ance. Here they heaped a pile oi
sand upon him and left him alone to
sleep his last long slumber , while
they , with swollen tongues , aching
limbs and heavy hearts , continued
their aimless wanderings lost in a
trackless desert. It is asserted that
they at last reached the railroad and
soon reached Los Angeles , minua
everything they had attempted to
bring into the country except the
clothes upon their backs. They had
thrown away the bundles containing
the many things the Chinese hold
dear , all of which mark their track
upon the waste sands.
As the almond eyed ones have a
system of spreading information
among themselves , itTis quite likely
this terrible experience will prevent
any more of them attempting to in
vade the United States via the desert
route. San Diego Union.
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He Forgot Eighteen Thousand
Dollars.
About 9:15 o'clock on Tuesday
morning A. D. "Westfield , a wealthy
resident of New York , was fervently
congratulating himself on the recov
ery of $18,000 , which came very near
startling and sorely tempting some
J alaco hotel chambermaid. On go
ing to bed late Monday night West-
field placed § 18,000 iii bills under
the mattress of his bed , and when he
arose Tuesday morning shortly be
fore the departure of the overland
train by the southernrouteheforgot
this money in the haste of his prepa
rations for leaving in company with
a party of acquaintances with whom
he had expected to make his overland
trip.He
He had just crossed the gangplank
of the ferryboat with his friends when
he suddenly turned pale and exclaim *
ed : "My God ! I forgot something. "
He rushed back , jumped into a car
riage and ordered the driver to hurry
him to the Palace. When hereached
the hotel he dashed up to his room.
No servant had as yet entered it , and
all was as when he left. He quickly
turned up the mattress and there
was his money right where he had
put it. His satisfaction quite over
balanced his annoyance at missing
bis train and friends and he did not
object a bit at waiting for the even
ing train , which he took alone. San
Franeiseo Chronicle.
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The Stove of the Future.
"That looks neat/'was theremark
to the stovermtn. . " • 'What is it ? '
"It is the new gas stove. The day
will 1 come when all theworld who can
get i at it will want to do its summer
cooking i by gas , and maybe its win
ter cooking as well. This stove , you
see , , has burners for all the stove
; holes and twovens. . It admits air
into the gas at the point of combus
tion and makes a bunsen flame of
each. ( We ran all the burners full
blast for two hours the other day ,
having the meter taken before and
; after , and it cost exactly twelve
cents. ( Weeani raise- kettle of cold
water to boiling in seven minutes
and i all you haveto do is touch a
match : to > the-gas and your fire is
going. Handsometoo. , . isn't it ?
Looks like a stylish fancy lange. "
Lewiston. Journal.
Brave Though Wealthy.
Mr. John CoRrns Wood , of Ken
tuckyr is perhaps , the richest Jack
tar livinghaving had mam' vicissi
tudes. The death of his father and
reverses of fortune making him a dry
croods salesman in New York , the
death of a rich uncle in Paris gave
him an inheritance of § 2,000,000 ,
and sent him to Atlantic City in
search of lost health. Here he lives j
in a hotel , but belongsto the life sav
ing crew , wears surfman's garb , and
serves regularly in the life boat , al
leviating the hardships of his com
rades with his free purse. Harper ' s
Bazar.
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Manners of Men.
A fool laughs at his own folly ana ,
a wise man puffs up in trying to look
unconcerned when he hears of his own
wisdom.
It makes no difference how good
people are to a man , they are never
aa srood. in his eyes , as the folks he
used to know.
The trouble of it isthat a man is
never so busy taking back things
that he does not find time to say new
things to take back.
You never know until the big man
who licked you has turned the corner
how many men there were in the ]
crowd whose sympathies were with
you in the fight. Atchison Globe-
THE BLOOD-STAINED GLOVE.
"Now you will como into my own lit
tle work-shop , and then you will have
got over allthesight seeing , " said Cap
tain Featherstonhaugh , bending ten
derly towards tho lady at his sido.
"Preliminaries are very fatiguing , I
know , to our sort , " he went one hum
orously. "Introductions to sibters ,
aunts and cousins , and all the 'sugar'
and 'salt' that accompanies an en
gagement ; beginning with a kiss from
Aunt Miriam , and ending with a pres
ent from the house-keeper. Still , wo
are getting on very well , you must
allow. You have been here just
let mo see. " And Captain Feath
erstonhaugh took out his watch
and looked at the time. "Just two
hours. In that compass j'ou have
been stared up and down by the Mater ,
Pater , and future sisters-in-law , and
como through all like a statue. Even
Aunt Miriam's kiss didn't melt you. "
"I'm odd I know "
• very , , laughed
Miss Boscowitch , tossing aside the
white Russian furs which evelvopud
her. "I want a new sensation. Iread
people off like story books , and it is
always the same story. The only dif
ference is the binding. "
"I very well like the binding of this
book , " said Captain Featherston
haugh , still more tenderly.
"Pretty speeches , said Miss Bos
cowitch , looking rather absently out
of the window , "never mean very
much. "
"How cold you are , " said Captain
Fatherstonhaugh. "One would think
that you had had some absorbing at
tachment belore only I know that to
bo impossible. "
"Why impossible ? " said Miss Bos *
cowitch , throwing herself into an
American rocking-chair , and lazily sot
ting it in motion.
• 'Becauseyou would have told me , "
said he , humbly , "I should have liked
you all the better for it. "
Miss Boscowitch made no reply ,
but turned a large emerald ring.which
graced the third finger of her left hand ,
rather uncomfortably round and
round.
The man who stood before her was
tho most desirable of men , and up to
tho moment of entering that work
shop as he chose to call the long , low ,
luxuriously-furnished room , which
was appropriated to him at Steppe
Castle she had believed that the
dreams of other days had glided out
of memory's reach. What vibration
from the wing of destiny had touched
her now ? What mystic chord had
tho last few minutes spent in this
room set in motion ?
They had met at the house of a inn-
tual friend that summer ; the mutual
friend being , in this instance , one of
those unselfish individuals called
matchmakers , aiding and abetting
the promotion of other's happiness
with a heaity satisfaction. And it I
was whil8 Donald , the champion l
dancer at the Blair Athole games , !
was executing a series of bewil
dering steps , that Captain FeatherJ J
stonhauah had assured Miss Bosco
witch of hisdevotionand been assured f
in his torn of its acceptance. And l
now she had come to stay at the ro- .
mantic castle of Steppe , in Perthshire , '
to be introduced to the family of the
man whom she was about to marry. "
"Did for be- *
yon ever care anybody -
fore ? " said Captain Featherston-
haugh , still humbly. ?
"Did yon ? " said Miss Boscowitch , 1
with a sudden flash of gaiety.
"You are evading the question , " *
aid Captain Featherstonhaugh. j"
' • My dear Hughy" said Miss Bosco1
witch , laying a very pretty hand on
the young manrssIioulder , "when I was e
at school I ha tedMangnall's questions. 1
1 never could , answer one of them.e
Please don't be so tiresome as old c
Mangnall. Show me your treasures ? " c
Captain Featherstonhaugh was c
head over ears in love with this sube
tie , sophistical , graceful gtri , who was J1
indebted to her "half Russian parent- "
age for her easy method of turning r
his questions just the roads she de- j1
sired , and throwing such a brilliant J1
light on the breathins , palpitating .
present , that the poor shrouded I *
ghosts of the past must needs have no '
presence there. _
"What slmll I show yon first ? " he L
said , drawing htr hand within his ' I'
arm. "I've made collections of all i :
of bric-a-brac. " " * '
sorts - - j
"Show me your boomerangs , and j *
dirks , and assegais , " she said , laugh- |
hiS"Little ! v
"Little savagereturned ne , that I
soft light , which islove's peculiarity , j v
illuminating eachstrongly marked feaj j j1
. "Cornel 1 will show
ture. you some- |
thing romant&Y enough ! Something | [
that is more human than assegai. ' a
Something I have often puzzled over , j
and in my own clumsy fashiontwist- ,
ed many a little story out of. j t' :
Captain Featheratonehaugh moved I
away to a curious oak cabinet , which j
completely filled a deep recess at the ! • '
end of the room , and after fumbling ' ;
in his pocket for a key , unlocked a - .
drawer , the contents of which he com- *
menced to turn over , whistling an old '
negro melody as a sort of accompani- i . ,
ment to his search. J :
Miss Boscowitch did not follow him. | ,
She remained at the mantlepiece , idly , ; ,
touchum first one little curio , then an :
other , not wholly happy nor wholly
sad ; the normal condition of the
many.
"Ah ! here it is ! " came from the othjr
er end of the room , in Captain Feath-
He was standing facing Miss Boscohi
witch and shaking something at l r. hi
" 1 determined lose it "
was not to , 0
ho continued. "Who knows ? Somer \
day I may find the owner. " As he j „
spoke he came striding towards the • ni
where Miss Boscowitch
mantlepiece ,
p ]
still stood with an air of indolent - * .
grace. tt
In his hand he held an ordinary run-
away match-box , which . - with a half- j-c
amused smile. Mis : Boscowitch held " le
out her hand to receive. Captain w
Featherstonhaugh hesitstcd a motl
me't. then gave it to her. oi
• 'Well ! what's in it ? " she. said. Y
!
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"Matches , I supposo' ' .Hugh , 1 bclievo j
thatyou are playmgr. jokeolTonme. " ;
And then she drew the box from tho ,
lid , and saw within a little crumpled ,
stiffened , blood-stained kid glove. J
As tho kid came into contact with . (
the palm of her hand.she turned dead- 1
ly white. A question seemed to form )
itself on lip and eye , but no words i
Ltime. 1/
"How did it come there ? " said Cap- K'
tain Featherstonhaugh , taking tho J )
glova from her passive hand. "Why it'
don't you ask , Bertie ? " * 'j
"Tell me , " she said , simply. ij
"Of courso.you know how narrowly \ d
I escaped the massacre of Isandlana ? " .i
said Captain Featherstonhaugh. "Tho
First battalion of the second regiment < -
was. as v.ou know , cut to pieces. " iN
"Yes , 'y said Miss Boscowitch , mo- jf
chanically. k
"I was sent with a party of officers )
to identify , if. possible , the slain , " he
went on. "On the bare , break field \
lay the bodies of a score of men I had
known and loved. To identify themfor
the most part , was all but ini possible. (
I saw a potograph of Lady M ly- '
ing near a wrecked train ; I picked up >
a ring " f
Captain Featherstonhaugh paused ; ! )
he put his right foot meditatively on t
the fender , and gazed at the logs of
Xine which were blazing merrily and
contrasting comfortably with the chil ?
autumnal light , which touched the
outside landscape with its own peeul- \
iar beauty. Miss Boscowitch had nevei j
stirred from tho position into which (
she had cunk. " '
"I found the glove , " ho continued ,
meditatively , "lying at the side of an <
officer batlu-d in blood. Tho name of .
the officer was " 1
Miss Boscowitch had risen with a ,
despairing cry. '
"Was ? " she gasped. \
"What does it matter to you , i
Bertie ? " said Captain Featherston
haugh. "Why do you look like this ?
What possesses you ? " 4
But she caught his arm , and her eyes
sought his so wildly , whilst her lips [
repeated that one word 'Was' so en- '
treatingly , that Captain Featherston
haugh forgot his surprise and dawn- I
ing wrath in fear for her. f
"Trelawny , he said , hastily.
"Trelawnv ! " As if reiteration were <
needed ! "f knew it ! I felt it ! Oh , my \
love ! Thisv : s my glove ? " she ex
claimed ' , in deep emotion , and then
she j fell bad : into therocking-chairand ,
sobbed ! as if her heart woidd break. /
Looking at the bowed figure of tho \
girl before him , Captain Featherston- i
haugh felt that strange mixtureofsen- I
] timents which spring from a sudden (
shock. Love and anger fought hard i
for the mastery within him. Ho had J
told her , but a little before , it would J
J only make her even dearer to him.
Was it so. ' A surging , tempes- I
tuous pa\sion of words camo {
sweeping I upwards to his lips. Why
had J she not told him the mystery
of ' this glove ? He moved away from
her j , and gazed ant with a mighty ef
fort , born of a strong control.
On the rough , wild , solitary moor- J
lands which were stretching away for \
miles , a couple of large birds woretak- .
ing lazy flight in that direction. lie J
seemed to hear the beat of their wings. i
He j was taking in each detail of tho 1
well-known scene of his home life with \
that sharpness of sense which is born !
of a new experience , whether of plea- J
ure or pain. j
Between himself and this girl he so
loved lay this small , white , blood- *
stained glove. Destiny had kept it j
safely locked away in its receptacle , j
to bring forth at the moment of his j
newly-fonnd joy ; to rob him of its .
sweetness , by the torture of this sad yet I
in : some sort gracious memory. j
It was Miss Boscowitch who broke j
the stillness that seemed to fill tho I
room after the l\rst wild paroxysm of
her ] grief had passed.
"The glove is mine , * ' ' she said , brok- \
only. "I gave it to Captain Trelaw- j
ny ] , to whom I was engaged , on tho . '
eve of his departure lor that terrible
campaign , lie was to keep it always , j
carry it into the field of battle , and , 11
on his happy return , it was to be an il
everlasting witness and badge of our | fl
love. I had not forgotten ; but I had a
let the present overlay the past , and , v
now , to-day.as if it were meant , I am ll
met on the very threshold of your \M
dome by this strange , taunting ques- jl
tion I low did it come there ? I ask ]
it ' painfullv , . Hugh , Why did it como ( I
there ? " . . . 1
Still not looking at Miss Boscowitch , ' il
Captain Featherstonhaugh moved and m
picked up the poor little glove , which ( I
lay at her feet. Anger and love had /
Fought hard withhimand love had won \m \
the day. fl
"Did yon rpally love him ? " lie asked , jl
very sadly. 4 < l
"Not as I love yon ohnot as Hove jl
you , " she cried , rising and clinging to jl
dm.lI thought I loved him , Hugh ; . "I
jut when I met yon , then I knew that \M \
had neve : really loved Arthur Trel- ] l
iwny. II
He bowed his tall form before her , jl
erhap > in homage , perhaps to hide- | fl
he ' emotion which overpowered him. ]
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"Bertie , will vou let me keep the 'I
rlovf J ? " he whispered. "It shall be >
acred ; shall bind us more closely to- | H
ether. Whether you loved him or il
lot , this must be a sorrow to you. jl
Make this sorrow as much yours as
nine , as much mine as yours. " il
Mi = s Boscowitch could not reply 19
hen ; but after a little while , in this II
lew , strange , subtle note of sympathy , {
he ceased to wonder why it had come rl
here. Home Journal ( Boston. ) ]
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Her Legacy Is Just. 11
A Kingston man left by will a lift )
nterest to his widow in nlittleestate jl
ralued at 82,000 , the property after ll
ler death to bedivided among twelve | l
leirs. There beirnr a mnll mortgage 'I
ii this property foreclosure proceed- < l
ngs followed , and the costs of court , ( I
awyer's fees , etc. made the judg- | l
nent foot up § 1.009. During her jl
fo the widow will be entitled to the II
nterest of the remaining dol.ar. and * II
her death two of the heirs will re- .fl
eive 20 cents each , five of then will (
given 4 cents each , four of thsrn
nil be given ; " i cents each , and one of - , fl
hem will recieve the annual interest I
m 23 cents during his life. New B
ork P''a. . H