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THE McCOOK TRIBUNE
^“Address all orders to THE McCOOK TRIBUNE.
W. C. BULLARD & CO.
RED CEDAR AND OAK POSTS.
STU. J. WARRRN. Manager.
B. & M. Meat Market.
FRESH AND SALT
BACON, BOLOGNA, i
TURKEYS, Ac., Ac.
F. S. WILCOX, Prop,
F. D. BURGESS,
PLUMBERf STEAM FITTER
NORTH MAIN AVE.. McCOOK, NEB.
Stock of Iron, Lead and Sewer Pipe, Brass Goods,
Pumps, and Boiler Trimmings. Agent for Halliday,
Eclipse and Waupun Wind Mills.
CABLED FIELD and HOG FENCING, 24 inches to 38 inches high; the h/sst
-purpose fence made. Also STEEL WEB PICKET FENCE for yards and lawns,
and STEEL WIRE FENCE BOARD and ORNAMENTAL STRIP for horses and cattle.
The most complete line of wire fencing of any factory in the country.
W—ite for circulars.
DE KALB FENCE CO., De Kalb, 111.
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THE SONG OF SHIPS.
The sky muds ", whip of the winds and lashed
the sea into foam.
And the keen blowing gales tore the flags an
the sails of the ships that were plunging
Of the ships that were tossing home on the
black and billowy deep,
But who shall reach to the w recks, the wrecks,
where the ships and their captains sleep?
Oh, wrecks by the black seas tossed.
In the desolate ocean nights!
Lost, lost in the darkness! Lost
In sight o’ the harbor lights!
The sky made a veilo' the clouds and ascourge
o’ the lightning red.
And the blasts bowed the masts of theshiplhat
fared where love and the sea gulls led;
Of the ships that were faring home with love
for the waiting breast.
But where is the love that can reach to the
wrecks where the ships and their cap.
Oh, ships of our love, wave tossed.
In the fathomless ocean nights!
Lost, lost in the blackness! Lost
In sight o’ tile harbor lights!
There was once a ship of my bouI that tossed
o’er a stormy sea.
And this was my prayer, when the nights
gloomed drear: “Send my soul's ship safe
Send my soul’s ship safely home from billows
and blackened skies!’’
But where is the soul that can reach to the
depth, the depths where my Bout's ship
Oh, ship of my soul, storm tossed.
In the far and the fearful nights!
Lost, lost, iu the blackness! lost
In sight o’ the harbor lights!
—Frank L. Stanton in Atlanta Constitution.
THE TABLES TURNED
“A dura dude!” snorted Joe Dalzey
That was the general verdict from
all the boys when Phil Ames made his
appearance among them at Middleton’s
Della Middleton had returned home
from the city, and Phil had come with
her to the ranch, where her father wel
comed him as the son of one of his
friends and companions of other days.
It was soon whispered also that Phil
was a suitor for Della’s hand, and that
alone was sufficient for him to be watch
ed closely and criticised by the cow
boys, who, every one of them, were
ready to swear by and to do anything
in their power to please the queen of
the ranch, Miss Della Middleton.
Phil Ames, at a first glance, looked
rather effeminate, but upon closer ob
servation he proved to be quite other
wise. There was not a surplus ounce
of flesh about him anywhere, and his
frame was well knit and strong. More
over, Phil was a pleasant, easy going
fellow whom nothing seemed to disturb,
and whose temper was the sunniest in
Therefore a couple of weeks at the
ranch was sufficient for Phil to gain
the good will of everybody around the
place. Even Joe Dalzey, the most crit
ical among them all, had to admit that
he was not half so bad as he looked and
might improve into a right good fel
low if he staid at the ranch long enough.
In the rough play among the cowboys
Phil held his own easily and often turn
ed their rude jokes so that they lost
their sting, or fastened the laugh on
him who had expected to see Phil made
Joe Dalzey considered himself the
leader among the boys on the ranch,
and they seldom ventured to differ with
him in his opinions, which he never
failed to express with all the decision
and emphasis he could master.
One evening after Phil had been at
the ranch nearly a month Mr. Middle
ton came into the house where he and
Della were together.
” I have to send a squad of the boys
over to Bald prairie tomorrow, and I
don't know where in thunder I’m going
to find a cook to go with them,” he
“What is the matter with Edmunds,
papa?” asked Della.
“He is down with the chills, and that
puts him out of the question. There is
Andrews, too, gone off to town and
won’t be back for a week,’’said Mr.
“Can’t you get one of the others to
cook?” asked Della.
“Why, there isn’t one of them can
ma_e a biscuit that wouldn’t choke a
“Suppose you send Dinah and my
self with them ? We could manage, I
reckon,” said Della, laughing.
“But what would become of us who
have to stay at home?”
“Do your own cooking or starve,”
“I’m afraid it would be the latter
most of the time,” said Mr. Middleton.
“No, I’ve cooked for a camping outfit
before now, and if the worst comes to
the worst I can do it again, only I can
hardly spare the time.”
“I’ll go and cook for them, Mr. Mid
dleton,’’said Phil. “I suppose it is
only coffee, bacon, biscuits and a batch
of combread occasionally.”
“You cook!” exclaimed Mr. Middle
ton. “Why, my boy, they’d mob you
at the first meal.”
“Why do you think so?”
“Your cookery would drive them to
it. They would have to do it in self
defense, you know—kill you or starve
to death themselves.”
“They would have to do neither, I
assure you, ” protested Phil, laughing.
“I am a better cook than you think. I
hope you have not forgotten that 1 staid
in the mountains of Colorado nearly the
whole of last year? I did the most of
the cooking for the three of us there,
and, if I say it myself, there was no
one ever turned up his nose at what I
placed on the table.”
For awhile there was a lively discus
sion about Phil going as cook with the
cowboys, but he finally gained the con
sent from both Mr. Middleton and Del
la, and it was decided that he could
go, provided he would .not blame them
if anything went wrong. The next
day therefore he drove away in the
wagon containing the raw materials on
which he was to display his art as a
firift class cook for a cowboy camp.
“If Phil comes out on top in this es
capade,” laughed Mr. Middleton, look
ing at Della, "I shall have no objection
to him as a son-in-law.”
“He’ll do it, papa,” said Della,
The cowboys had Btruck camp and
pitched their tents at the first branding
They had eaten the first supper Phil
had cooked for them, and they had en
joyed it, praising it in unequivocal
One of the boys had occasion to go to
the wagon for something after supper
and saw something white, neatly fold
ed, lying to one side. He picked it up
to see what it was and found it to be a
white shirt with a highly glossed front.
“A boiled shirt!” he exclaimed.
For a moment he hesitated, then he
rolled the shirt ap carefully and took it
to where his companions where sitting
or lounging around their tent.
There was a whispered consultation.
“Some of you kindle a fire,’’said
Dalzey. “I'll get the branding irons.
A couple of you fellows had better go
over to where Phil is busy and keep
him there as long as you can.”
The fire was kindled. The branding
irons were put into the fire, and when
they were sufficiently heated the boys
went to work and “run” every brand
they knew upon the white shirt spread
out upon the ground before them.
There were numbers and letters and
combinations of both. There were the
“rail fence,” the "bull’s head,” the
“antlers” and the “jug.” There were
circles and semicircles, bars and double
bars, with all their variations, and lines
straight and crooked in every possible
position and curve.
Altogether it was an artistic piece of
woik, covering every inch from hem
to neckband and outward to both ends
of the sleeves.
The next morning when Phil got up
before daylight to prepare breakfast he
found the shirt spread out, fastened to
the hind end of the wagon.
He looked it over carefully and smiled.
“1 forgot to put it back in the valise
yesterday evening, ” he mused to him
self as he was hurrying with his work.
“I was somewhat surprised when 1
found it among the other clothes, but
in the hurrv of packing it must have
slipped in somehow accidentally.”
During the time he was cooking
breakfast he chuckled to himself fre
quently, and once or twice laughed out
loud as he thought of the plan he was
forming to pay the boys back in the
same coin they had given him.
From day to day pieces were cut from
the branded shirt, which Phil had left
hanging to the end of the wagon where
he had found it. The boys watched
the pieces disappear, until on the even
ing before they were ready to break up
camp and return home there was noth
ing left of it but the seams and wrist
“What’s become of your boiled shirt,
Phil?” one of them asked.
Phil looked around and viewed the
remains of it.
“It looks like somebody has been eat
ing it, ” he said laughingly. “At any
rate, there are only the tough parts of it
That was all they could get out of
him just then.
They returned to the ranch the next
day, and the boys, with one voice,
praised Phil’s cooking very highly to
“Bulliest cook we ever had,” cried
“And he takes a joke like a man, ”
put in another.
Then they told Mr. Middleton and
Della, who had just joined them, how
they had treated Phil’s white shirt, and
how he had apparently enjoyed the joke
as much as any of them.
“Let us have a look at it,” cried
Della, laughing and clapping her hands.
Phil went to the wagon and held up
before them what remained of the shirt.
“But what became of the rest of it?”
“I fed it to the boys,” replied Phil,
laughing now. “They thought they
didn’t like boiled shirt, but I noticed
that they devoured a good piece of it
every day. Every morning I cut off a
good slice, chopped it up fine, fried it,
browned it, scorched it and ground it
up and put it into everything I set be
fore them. You have their own words
for it that they liked my cookery—boil
ed shirt a la Phil Ames. ’ ’
For a moment there were some low
ering brows, but when Dalzey stepped
forward and gave his hand to Phil the
“Phil,” he said, “you’re a brickl
Hope you will stay at the ranch always,
and when the day comes, dum my pic
ture if I don’t wear a boiled shirt and
dance at the wedding.”
Della and Phil looked at each other
and blushed, and Mr. Middleton laugh
ed heartily.—John P. Sjolander.
Snow In Switzerland.
Some of the mountain railroads in
Switzerland find it advantageous to
open long before the snow melts on
their upper parts, and to do this an
enorrnoug amount of snow has to be
shoveled away. One May, when the
road from Glion, on Lake Geneva, up
to Rocher de Naye was opened, the
cars ran for some distance between
walls of solid compressed snow 12 to
20 feet high.
When the work began, one of the up
per stations had disappeared, and it was i
supposed that it had been swept away ,
by the winter storms. A rounded ele- i
vation was recognized as the site of a
water tank, and from this the position
of the station was determined, and ex
cavations were begun. After digging
down six feet the shovelers struck not
the foundation, but the roof of the sta
tion, which was in its place intact.
The Origin of Tariff.
Tariff was originally the name of a
Moorish chief, who, having a port in
Spain, near Gibraltar, was accustomed
to levy toll on passing vessels. His
toll became a regularly understood
thing, and the amount was added to
the price of the goods.
H. THOMPSON & CO.
Feed and Baled Hay.
OUR PRICES TODAY:
Wauneta High Patent. . 1.10
Our Best. 1.10
Pure Gold. 1.00
White Fawn. 1.00
Legal Tender.$ .00
Pride of Wauneta.85
l3F"Mi)l feed of all kinds. Baled
hay cheaper than you can buy the same
West Room A. 0. U. W. Building.
Believing it to be to
the interest of every
body concerned I will
adopt the Cash Sys
tem, Jan 1st, 1894.
Wm. M. Anderson.
Wliat is rarer or richer than a
set of cut glass tumbers? Noble
has some handsome ones, artistic
ally cut and tasteful in design.
Noble’s stock of Christmas can
dies is unusually fine, this season.
Leach, the jeweler, has an ele
gant line of watches at all prices.
buy poor truck, hut
go straight to the B.
& M. Meat Market
and get as choice a
cut of meat as can he
Noble is distinctly in the holi
day trade. Call and see his hand
some and elegant assortment of
china, queensware. glassware, etc.
Nothing like it for richness and
variety and reasonableness in cost
The burning question with house
wives of all lands, all creeds, and all
ages is: “Which is the best Cooking
Stove?’’ S. M. Cochran & Co. answer
this question today by proclaiming the
“Charter Oak Stoves” to be the
best in every conceivable shape.
knipple is official
headquarters for S.
Claus, this year.
Vases, pretty and useful and or
namental at Noble’s. And a thou
sand other things to please the old
and the young. Dont close your
holiday purchases until you have
seen his stock of presents.
Noble carries a large and complete
stock of the best brands of canned
goods of all kinds.
Perfumes and Toilet Articles at
Chenery’s City Drug Store.
We don’t sell pack
ing house lard, but|
our own make.
F. S. Wilcox.
If you are looking for a fine and
ornamental lamp of any descrip
tion, don’t waste any time running
around town, but go right to head
quarters. Noble’s assortment is >
simply out of sight.
S. M. Cochran & Co. have an im-j
uiense stock of farm implements on j
hand. See them before buying else
Log cabin maple syrup, finest in the
market, at Anderson’s groeery.
Hecker’s self-rising Buck-wheat at
Anderson’s grocery. Try a package. i
Try how far a dol
lar wil go for holiday
presents at knipple’s
UK. yv. muokk,
PHYSICIAN and SURGEON
(Lath or DitNvr.li. Colo.;
t*r-DHj or iiiKiil call*. any place in the v»i;
<ey. promptly intended to. Office— Di.lliomaa
ilnur Htoye. _ .
IMPERIAL EGG FOOD.
B. & M. Flour and Feed Store.
Pilfsburys Best,.$1.50 per sack.
Boss, granulated H. P... 1.35 per sack.
Monogram “ “ 1.20 per sack.
Charm “ “ 1.15 per sack.
91 “ “ 1.15 per sack.
Jack Frost, winter. 1.00 per sack.
Faultless.90 per sack.
Favorite.90 per sack.
Pride of McCook.80 per sack.
Rye Flour, Graham, Buckwheat,
Flour and Corn Meal. Bran, Shorts,
Chop Feed, Grain and Hay. All goods
delivered free. J. J. Garrarp,
211 Main street. Manager.
We invite inspection and defy com
petition in quality and price of Meat
at the B. & M. Meat Market.
Put your $ $ $ where they will do
the most good, where they will secure
the best and the most groceries for in
stance. You will make no mistake if
Noble's is the place of deposit. He
gives the limit iri quantity, quality and
value,and his stock cannot be duplicat
ed in Western Nebraska.
Pots of nice toys at
Knipple’s. You can’t
afford to disappoint
the little ones, even
though the times are
close, while presents
can he had for so lit
I?. M. Cochran & Co. carry a large
line of buggies in stock. See them if
you want a good vehicle cheap.
Sewing- machines at
$5.00 per month on
the installment plan
at Pade & Son’s.
If you want a well put down in fine
shape see Frank Nichols. He guaran
tees his work. Leave orders at S. M.
Cochran & Co.’s.
Come in early and
often and see the fine
line of meats at the B.
& M. Meat Market.
IN QUEENSWARE Noble carries
the largest assortment and the richest
designs of the season. His prices are
Make Noble your family grocer and
many other blessings will fall to your
lot, besides having the best groceries on
your table that the market affords.
Try the Cream Pork Sausago at
the B. & M. Meat Market.
Ink, pens, pencils school tablets, etc.,
at The Tribune stationery department.
Club House cheese, nothing finer, for
sale at Anderson’s grocery.
Pure Buckwheat at
5c per pound at the
B. & M. Flour and
Itemember that S. M. Cochran & Co.
now carry in stock a full and complete
stock of builders’ hardware supplies.
Wanted : — Fat and
stock hogs at the B.
& M. Meat Market.
J. H. Ludwiek is buying and selling
second-hand goods at the old stand oa
west Dennison street. Give him a call
or drop a postal card.
To Whom it May Concern: / pro
oose to carry a finer line of meats
than any other house in the city.
F. S. WILCOX.
Leach, the jeweler, has some of
the Latest Novelties in Silverware.
See the display of Fine Jewelrv
and get prices. Chas. A. Leach.
Dainty and fashionable water
sets at Noble's. Buy a set.
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