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- The - First - National - Bank. -
6E0RQE IIOCKNULL , President. B. JL FREES , Yico President.T. . F. LAWSON , Cashier.
A. CAMPBELL , Director. S. L. GREEN , Director.
mJM * , The Citizens Bank of McGook ,
• s ll Smk SlI Paid Up Capital $50 000.
mBHBBIIttmlGeneral Banking Business.
IQBg m l Hfilfev * s JRpS" ' cty an personal property.
' HHHB bLBI ticets fob sale to and from Europe
BANK - -McCOOK. .
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Interest paid on deposits by special agree-
ment.
Money loaned on personal property , good sig
natures or satisfactory collateral.
Drafts drawn on the principal cities of th&
United States and Europe.
OFFICERS :
C. E. Shaw , Pres. Jay Olney , Vice Pre\
Chas. A. Van Pelt , Cash. P. A. Wells , Asst. Cash.
PETER PENNER
wishes to announce that his stock of
Sim Lai Eute ai Blaiis
is complete , and also directs attention to his line of
WHITE RUBBER TRIMMED HARNESS ,
finest ever brought to Western Nebraska.
West Dennison St. McCOOK , NEBRASKA.
I $50,000.00 !
TO LOAN ON
Improved Farms in Red Willow . County
8 * AT 8A PEE GENT. 8
McCook Loan and Trust Co ,
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| 3P"0fficb in First National Bank.
S-tr c f e Front Ibtver y iStaft f e
GRAY & EIKENBERBY , Props.
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The Eest Equipment in the Republican Valley.
1 Frees k SiH Hi Co. ;
DEALERS IN =
LUMBER !
| Sash , Doors , Blinds , Lime , Cement ,
I HAED AND SOFT COAL.I
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C. H. BOYLE ,
LAND - ATTOKNEY ,
Six years' experience in Government
Land Cases.
Real Estate , Loans anfl iBsnrance.
NOTAKY PUBLIC.
ESTOffice upstairs in the Ecott building ,
south of Commercial Hotel , McCook , Neb.
THE COMMERCIAL HOTEL ,
GEO. E. JOHNSON , Prop.
McCOOK , - nEBRASICA.
This house has been completely renovated
and refurnished throughout , and is first-clasi
in every respect. Rates reasonabel.
A. J. ElTTEKltOUSE , W. R. Stabr ,
McCook. Indianolv
BITTENHOUSE & STABR ,
ATTOKETEYS-AT-LAW
OFFICES AT
McCOOK and IKlWAWOliA.
J. BYRON JENNINGS ,
Attorney - at - LA"W
"Will practice in the state and United State *
courts , and before the U. S. Land office * ,
Careful attention clven to collections.
Office over the Nebraska Loan and Banking
Co. , McCook.
THOS. COLFER ,
Attorney - at - Law
AND NOTAKY PUBLIC.
Eeal Estate Bought and Sold and Collec
tions made. Monev Loaned on real estato
and final proof. Agent Lincoln Land Co.
Office in Phillips-Meeker block.
HUGH W. COLE ,
LAWYER.
OTcCOOK , - NEBRASKA.
"Will practice In all courts. Commercial
and Corporation law a specialty.
MOiVEY TO LOAN.
Rooms 4 and 5 First NntionalBank Building ,
Dr. A. P. WELLES ,
K021E0TATHIC
PHYSICIAN AND SUBGEON ,
McCOOK , - NEBRASKA.
Special attention given to diseases of Women
and Children. The latest improved methods oz
Electricity used in all cases reqnirins such treat *
ment. Office orrr Mcllillcn's Drug Store. Res
idence , North Main Street.
B. 8. DAVIS , M. D „
PHYSICIANandSURGEON
McCOOK - NEBRASKA.
OFFICE HOURS : ' 9 to 11 a. m. , 2 to 5 p.m. . , 7
to 9 p. m. I have associated with mo in practice ,
X > ir. C H. JONES ,
who will answer calls promptly in town of
country. Rooms : Over First National Bank.
SUCKLIN'B AltXICA. SAX.TE.
The Best Salve In the world for oats , braises ,
sores , a leers , salt rheum , fever sores , tetter ,
chapped han4s , chilblains , corns , and all skin
eruptions , and positively cores piles , or bo pay
required. It is cuaranteed to give perfect satis
faction or uoney rCunded. Price 96 eeaU pat
box. - Vot sale bAi HcMillea.
"NOW I LAY ME. "
Tn tho quiet nursery chnmliero ,
Snowy pillows yet unpresned ,
See the forms oflittlo children
Kneeling , wlilto-robed for their leat ,
AH in quiot nursery chambers ,
While the dusky shndows creep ,
1 flenr the voices of tho children
"Now I Iuy me down to sleep. "
In tho meadow nnd the mountain
Culmly Bliine the winter ntnrs ,
But ncrosH the glistening lowlands
Slant the moonlight'H silver bars.
In the Hilence and the darkness" ,
Darkness growing still more deep ,
Listen to tho little children
Praying Clod their eouls to keep.
"If we die" so prny tho children
Anil the mother's head drops low
( Ono from out her fold is sleeping
Deep beneath the winter's snow ) ,
• 'Take our souls ; " and past tho casement
Flits a gleam of cr.vstul light.
Like the trailing of his garments
"Walking evermore iu white.
Littltj souls , that stand expectant ,
• Listening at the gntes oi life ,
Hearing , far away , the murmur
Of the tumult and tho strife :
" We , who fight beneath those banners
Meeting ranks of foremen there ,
I Find a deeper. broaJer meaning
I Id your simple , vesper prayer.
"When your hand shall grasp thp standard
Which , to-day , you watch Irom far ,
When your deeds shall shape the conflict'
In the universal wur ,
Frav to Him , tho God of battles.
Whoso etrong eye can never sleep.
In the warninpof temptation ,
Firm and true your bouls to keep.
When the combat ends , nnd slowly
Clears the smoke rom out the skies ,
When fur down the purple distance ,
All the noise ot battle dies ,
When the lust night's Bolemn shadows
Settle down on you nnd me ,
May tho love that ne\er fniletk
Take our souls etornally.
Hartford Times.
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ME. BAMES' m\Y AYIFE.
From the New York Tribunr.
DECLAItE she's
tho harrsomesfc
woman ' walks
into the Eansom
meet'n house.
Barnes must of
had his eyes open
when he picked
her out. "
It was Mr.
* * / "Whiting who ex
pressed this opinion. He and his
wife were picking early pea3 in their
"nigh garden , " as they called the
patch nearest the house.
Mrs. "Whiting did notreply immedi1
ately , but she went on with her work
with such energy that the pea-vines
suffered at her hands. When her
husband repeated with unction "the
han'somest woman , " she exclaimed :
"I heard you plain 'nough , Zenas.
You ' re jesu like the rest of the men.
They all think they never seen noth-
in' like her. 'X' she does look well , I
ain't disputin' of that. "
" 'N' her figjrer ! " unwisely went on
Mr. "Whiting , as he dropped a handA
ful of into the * ' ' '
peas pan. 'n' her
walk. We ain't seen no such in Kan-
som sence that woman from New
Orleens was boardin' down to
Bankses. Where'd vou sav " he found \
her ? "
"Over beyend Bellin'hnm , Sarah J'
Ripley said. She knows of her iolks , " v
was the unenthusiastic reply. v
After awhile Mr. "Whiting brought .
another handful of pods , and said '
that , "Women was odd. He didn't 5
see for his part , why they couldn't
own up when they see a face 'n' fig- *
ger like Barnes's new wife.a
'TwQuldn't hurt them none. " T
Mrs. Whiting straightened herself
up irom the vines. She looked in- J
tently at the current bushes and ap
parently addressed her remarks to *
them : 1
" 'Taint no use to try and make r
men know anything , " she said.r
Then glancinsr down at her husband , r
who was sitting on his heels and
very busy , she continued : •
"I'm thinkin' of his first wife. °
Poor Marshy ! It's jest thirteen
months 'n six days sence she died ; t
'n' a blessed release to her. I hope r
she's with her son Barney. If there's s
any justice in God's laws she's as
resting with her son. " t
The woman spoke with almost , c
tearful earnestness. She turned and s
looked toward the tall white house h
that stood behind its elms and lilacs g
a short distance down the road. f
"I tell you , Zenas , 'f I know anyii
thing 'bout folks by their faces , Sam t
Barnes ' 11 have dii'runt time with hi3 v
second wife from what he did with o
his first. I hope he will , 'n' I shall see
it. It'll do me a sight of good to see p
him stan' round. Let him take his o
turn. T say. He's had most thirty s
yearbein' boss. " e
" 'N' yet Barnes is a good fair 'n' a
square man to deal with , 'n' reg'lar r
member of the church , " said Mr. g
Whiting. h
" 1 know all that , " responded Mrs. s
Whiting , "but you ain't never ben
his wife , " r
"No more ain't you , " said Zenas , * '
with his comfortable laugh. s
"Thank the Lord for that ! " was r
the fervent answer. p
Then the two glanced at each other e
and in their eyes was something r
which might have led an observer to
believe that , after all , marriage was n
" * \ot always a failure. h
When both were steadily and si- p
htly at work airain there was heard u
j voice irom the other side of the t
wall where th' ) loid : lay.
"I didn't mean to borrow so soon , t
Mrs. Whiting , but will you lend me a t
nutmeg ? I want to make some dried v
apple pie. Mr. Barnes is fond of hot a
pie for supper. "
The man and woman o the garden h
stond up a-ddeuiy. V
Leaning on the wall in an indolent
attitude was a tall woman whoso
figure hinted somewhat at redun
dance , but whose corset confined her
waist so that , ns yet , tho hint was
not too pronounced. The dark , thin
gown was very plain , but it fitted
with a perfection nevov seen in Han
som , except perhaps in the case of
that "lady from New Orleens. " Tho
people in this town were not in the
habit of seeing a woman's shoulders
and hips accentuated in that way ,
and to the feminine rurul mind there
almost seemed something immodest
in a gown like that. "It was so
difrunt , you know. " But they
couldn't help admiring tho effect , and
envying.
Mrs. Whiting recovered her powers
of speech so that she could bid the
other "come right in , " for she had
plenty of nutmegs , and she knew
dried apples pies was mighty flat
things without a good deal of spice.
Mrs. Barnes went round to the
back gate an/I sauntered down the
path. She stopped and spoke to Mr.
Whiting , and smiled at him. She
was one of those whose voice and
glance keep their special sweetness
for men. Without having a distinct-
ly formulated belief , shea waysacted
on the supposition that men might
be "worth while , " but that women
never were. Her eyes were large and
dark , and they were both hard and
voluptuous. Her mouth was thin
and pale-lipped , but it was very ex
pressive.
Mr. Whiting , replying to her word
and smile , watched her as she disap-
peared in the house. He wished to
follow her. but he kept on with his
work. Uo told himself that Sam
Barnes was a thunderin' lucky man ,
and he wondered if that was the kind
of women they had out beyond Bel-
lin'ham.
A few days later Sarah Ripley an
nounced that not only had the "new
Miss Barnes" been married before ,
but that she had been married twice
before. Her first husband had died
and was buried. The history of her
second husband was not , however ,
so straightforward. He had'neglect -
ed to die and be buried , and was
roaming at large in the world. He
had run away from her. It was said
that he had declared before disappear-
ingthat "if Charlotte wan't the devil
she was jest as good as the devil. "
This was strong language , and no
wonder tho man had not returned
after i having made use of it.
Sarah Ripley paid a visit to that •
remote I town whence Mr. Barnes had
brought his wife , and when Sarah re-
turned 1 she was much sought after by
the 1 whole feminine neighborhood.s
She ; was not reticent in regard to the
information she had gleaned. She <
said that Mr. Fickett , the second
husband ] , had been heard of "out west , '
somewhere ; " that Mr. Barnes had *
spent a pile of money in getting a
divorce from him for Charlotte , so
that heBarnes , could wed Charlotte , -
for \ he was regularly bewitched ,
with her. "There had never been no
man so bewitched before. " Sarah
said confidently to each nerson to
whom she related the tale. "Folks
did say he was jest like a man run j
crazy. He had been heard to declare v
by three difrunt people that he'd
spend every cent he'd got but that a
Charlotte should have that bill and i a
be free to marry. 'N' Fickett'd ben ' .
jest ' so 'fore he got her. I d' know ( "
what there is 'bout her , but some "
women be so. "
Thus Miss Sarah Ripley , concernu
ing whom no man , in all her forty (
years of life , had ever "run crazy. " h
For two or three months Mr. [
Barnes went round like a man in a -B
state of beatitude. He even sold his
pigs for less than the market price , , w ,
having ] for the first time in his lifo c :
neglected to inform himself what the , 1
"goin price" really was. Worse than
that , when informed that the trader i c :
had ] taken advantage of his ignor , }
ranee , he had smiled happily and had "
replied that "he guessed it didn't ( d
make no odds. " Several neighbors 'r
were sharp enough to improve this ' a
lapse and get a iew "good bargains
out of Sam Barnes. " ' d
There were changes in the house , n'
too ; it was painted and papered and ,
refurnished. It was opened also. The i nJ
sacred "south parlor , " was a sight to j
see with its plush chairs in place of * : (
the horse hair chairs , and with its r' '
open doors and blinds. Mrs. Barnes * j
said she didn't like to do heavy s'
housework , and they had a hired sl
irl who kept the neighborhood in- j w
formed < ns to the progress of Sam ' s 01
inlatuation. There were visitors , * ; f
too , and brisk talk and laughter n
were heard from amongthoseclumps M
of lilac.
Mrs. Whiting watched all these 'c
proceedings with unfailing intensity
of interest. She said she wanted to w
see them folks over there git to the re
2nd of the rope. They'd git to it , in
and she thought it would be sooner "
rather than later. When Sam Barnes a
rot over his blindness he'd jest put si
his foot down agin' 'n folks would
3top gigglin' there. " di
In the course of the summer it was ec
rumored that Mr. Barnes had e >
'moggidged his house. " On the very al
same day , at a Baptist picnic , there m
fan a whisper all through the comIn
panj * that "Mis' Barnes went to bed lo
jvery night with her face tied up in a h (
raw ; beefsteak. " ' cc
"Porterhouse ? " questioned theIk
minister when this ners was told In
liim. But whether .the steak were t\
porterhouse or plebian "round" was ol
never really ascertained , owing to
the remissness ot the hired irirl. gi ;
In those days Mrs. Whiting reh <
turned , after some flunctuations , so H
the belief that , after all Mrs. Barnes "j '
rt'oui J be too much for her husband us
uud lie would never resume his way tr
lgain. Sam was jrrowing thin and
lie had lost his benuified expression. ' 1 [
When he went to meet'n' with his si
wife it was generftlly ' notced ! that lie * j
no longer sat so clo3o to her in tho % |
pow , and ho did not look at her so |
often ; but her smilo seemed just as , ,
sweet , and she vas often bestowing
that smilo upon her husband. *
"I guess things is kinder settlin t (
down over to Barnes's , " said Mr. >
Whiting , "but he'll never be tho sarao '
man agin. Whose buggy's that ? " J
Hestepped out from the back door 4
that ho might see inoro plainly a
dashing black horso and glittering
burrgy which wero stopping at his
gntW Mrs Whiting ran to the front v
entry and peeped out. Sho buw a <
man alight from the buggy and care
fully hitch tho horse to the post. Ho
wes smoking a very long , thick cigar.
He had on yellow gloves , with broad ,
black stitching on tho backn ; also a
tall silk hat , so glossy that it seemed
to radiate black light : also dove col- * I
ored trousers and a white waistcoat ; \
across the latter was draped a good i
deal of chain which held slides and |
dangling things called charms. Ho I
was fat ; he had a long mustache and I
"a goatee" so visibly dyed as to ap- I
pear to bo ready to soil anything I
with which his face should come in 1
contact. ' 1
Ho walked up the path to tho front H
[ door * ind knocked. Mrs. Whiting 1
had been peeping through tho I
side-lights i , nnd sho now opened {
the door with unexpected prompt- j
nebs : , so that she received a I
whiff of tobacco smoke directly in J
her face and was seized with a fib of 1
coughing. ' The stranger threw his
cigar ' away and took off his hat with '
a j largo nourish , which revealed a ,
bald 1 head.
By this timeMr.Whitinghadmade
his 1 way round to the lront of the .
Louse and was standing close to the
-pstone ' , filled with curiosity , but '
determined < not to speak first. .
K.
"My name is Fickett , Leander
Fiukett , " said the man , as if he were \
conferring < a favor. '
Mr. Whiting nodded , and Mrs.
Whitting tried desperately to stop j
coughing that sho might hear tho . .
better. ' .
"I was told , " went on the stranger I
in i a way perfectly in keeping with i
his 1 trousers and his chains and his ,
gloves , "that Mr. Samuel Barnes re
sided here. Be you him ? " looking
at Mr. Whiting , who said slowly :
"No , I ain't him ; 'n' he don'treside
hero. 1 "
"From that minute , " said Mrs. - '
Whiting , in relating the incident
afterward' "from that minute Iknew (
something was up 'bout that wom
an. *
That woman meant Mr. Barnes' (
second wife.
"Can you tell mo where Mr. Barnes (
does reside ? " was the next question.
"I can , " was the answer. But be
fore giving the information Zenas *
thought he would ask a question : '
"Who be you ? "
"I told you , Leander Fickett. "
The two who heard him say this were I
trying in vain to recall when they t
had before heard that name. '
"Yes , but who be " vou ? " retorted
Mr. Whiting. I
"I am , " said Mr. Fickett , in his
large way , "I am Mr. Samuel Barnes'
wife's husband. "
Mr. Whiting whistled. He looked
at his helpmeet , who actually gasped
is she returned his glance. <
"Can't ye come in ? " she inquired r
in a voice which curiosity made oor-
lial.
lial.Now
Now Leander Fickett was a man
ivho would rather talk about himself !
chan to do anything else. He knew
le was well worth talking about.
lis visit to the residence of Mr. I
Barnes could wait.
He accepted the invitation and tfl
vas soon sitting on the best hair- \m \
loth | chair in the Whiting parlor.
The chair creaked but it bore up. fl
rhe first thing Mr. Fickett told h * 3 % Zm
ompanions < was that he was worth I
nore than a million dollars , and that > l
n two years more he should be worth rl
louble that sum all out of the Lead- '
ng Star mine. He had come back I
liter his wife.
"Hegupssed them divorce papers
lidn't : amount to much. He guessed ' 9
le ' " n' Mr. Barnes could arrange it. jfl
Charlotte always did like to handle
noney. He 'd had some trouble with { fl
'harlotte , but he kind of hankered
o give her the handJin' of some of ' fl
hat money. He didn't reckon ifl
here'd be much difficulty. He con-
iidpred that he could make it all
itraitrho with Mr. Barnes. Folks 9
van't so partickler'bout such things
ut where he'd ben. He was willin'
o do the fair thing ; but he jruessed fl
le'd < take Charlotte back with him ; S
le ( guested she'd go. "
He was right in his surmises. Char-
otte did go.
On this particular/lay Mr. Barne.3 fl
ras absent until nightfall. When he B
eturned there was only thehiredgirl \ fl
the house. She told him that ( fl
'Mis' Barnes 'd gone off to ride with f fl
gentleman , * n didn't say when she \ H
hould come back. " ' I H
Sho did not come back. The next < fl
lav ' Mr. Barnes received alettersign- H
d "Charlotte Fickett. " The letter
xplained that she , the writer , had < H
ilways felt compunctions about fl
narryinjr another man while her H
njsband was still living , and that her ? 9
ove for Mr. Barnes had overruled H
ler conscience. Now , however , her .H
onscience had become too much for ,
ler and she could 20 against it no [ H
onger. She obeyed the voice of du- < 'fl
, and. at the same time , the voice 4/ j * fl
Leander Fickett. } . '
Mr. Barnes turned off his hired fH
irl. He lives alone and does his own J
lousework as well as his farmwork. I fl
le looks seventy. People sa3 * he ' * \ 9
'aia't so sharp in a bargain 's he |
ised to be , " and naturally they J I
hink he has "soft'nia of the brain " il
Mrs. Whiting asserts that if it 1 fl
was "soft'nin' of the heart she j J
hould have some hepes of him. " I