The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, July 13, 1894, Image 2

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    for Infants and Children.
“ O*rtori»lsso well adapted to children that
T recommend It as superior to any prescription
known to me.” II. A. Amman, M. D.,
Ill So. Oxford St, Brooklyn, N. Y,
“The use of 4Ca3toria 1 i no universal and
Sta merits so well known that it soems a work
of supererogation to endorse it. Few are the
Intelligent families who do not keep Castoria
within easy reach.”
Centos Menarx, D. D.,
New York City.
Castoria cures Colic, Constipation,
Sour Stomach, Diarrhoea, Eructation,
Kills Worms, gives sleep, and promotes di
gestion.
Without injurious medication.
“For several years I have recommended
your ‘Castoria,’ and shall always continue to
do so os it has invariably produced beneficial
results.”
Edwin F. Pardee, M. D.,
135th Street and 7th Ave., New York City.
The Centaur Company, 77 Murray Street, Nett York City.
-
DO YOU KEEP IT IN THE HOUSE ?
PAIN-KILLER
Will Cure Cramps, Colic, Cholera
Morbus and all Bowel Complaints.
PRICE. 25c., 50c.. and 81.00 A BOTTLE.
W. C. BULLARD & CO.,
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“ LIME, HARD ““
ss? llIMber. . as"
WINDOWS, ^ ^ ^ SOFT
_ BLINDS._COAL. _
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BED CEDAB AND OAK POSTS.
U. J. WARREN, Manager.
B. & M. MEAT MARKET,
F. S. WILCOX, Prop.
Fresh and Salt Meats,
BACON, BOLOGNA, CHICKENS,
Tmrlsie-ys and Fisli.
F. D. BURGESS,
Plumber and Steam Fitter.
MAIN AVENUE, McCOOK, NEB.
Stock of Iron, Lead and Sewer Pipe, Brass Goods, Pumps and Boiler Trim
mings. Agent for Halliday , Eclipse and Waupun Wind Mill.
MANHOOD RESTORED! This wonderful remedy
guaranteed to cure al 1 nervous diseases, such as Weak Memory, Loss of Brain
Power, Headache, Wakefulness, Lost Manhood, Nightly Emissions, Nervous
ness,all drains and loss of power in Generative Organs of either sex caused
by overexertion, youthfnl errors, excessive use of tobacco, opium or stim
ulants, which lead to Infirmity, Consumption or Insanity. Can be carried in
vest pocket. 81 per box,« for 85, by mall prepaid. With a So order we
give a written guarantee to care or refund the money. Sold by all
druggists. Ask font, take no other. Write for free Medical Book sent sealed
In plaiu wrapper. Address NT £B VE SEED CO., Masonic Temple, Chicago.
For sale in Me Cook, NeD.. bv L. W. Me CONNELL & CO., Druggists.
R. A. COLE,
LEADING
MERCHANT TAILOR
OF McCOOK,
Has just received a new stock of CLOTHS
and TRIMMINGS. If you want a good fit
ting suit made at the very lowest prices for
good work, call on him. Shop first door west
-of Barnett’s Lumber Office, on Dennison
street.
—
J. A. GUNN,
musician and Surgeon,
McCOOK, NEBRASKA.
C. M. NOBLE,
Leading Grocer,
McCOOK, NEB.,
SOLE AGENT.
fyOFFiCE—Front rooms over Lowman &
Con's store. Residence—*02 McFarland St
two blocks north of McEntee hotel. Prompt
attention to all calls.
W. V. GAGE,
musician and Surgeon,
HeCOOK, NEBRASKA.
farOFFicE Hours—9 to 11 a. m- 2 to 5 and
t to 9 p. m. Rooms over First National bunk.
Kigbt calls answered at office.
EDEE A fine 14b gold pin* <
PllrP Ud watch to every
■ reader of this paper.
Cut this eat and aend it te os with
y our fall name and addrem, and w*
will send you one of these elegant,
richly jeweled, gold finished watches
by eicrree for eiaminatioe, and H
yon think It ia equal in appearance te
any $25.00gold watch pay oorsample
pric*,$3.5o,and H ia yoora Wc aend
with the watch our guarantee thal
yon can return it ntany time within
one year if not satis fact err, and tj
you mil or ca tae the sale of ala we
will giea yon One Flee. Writs a!
ones, ns we shall send out sample*
for 60 dava onle. Address
THE NATIONAL M’F'G
"A IMPORTING CO*«
HI Burton St., CUMgo, m.
DOROTHY, POLLY AND I.
Dorothy, Polly and L we three,
Share every pleasure and jov that come*.
Dorothy, sitting upon my knee.
For Polly, the peerless, pours the tea
And we revel in cookies and sugar plums
Search through the wor d, if you will, aud try
To And friends bound by a closer tie
Than that which binds us good old cnuma,
Dorothy, Polly and i
Polly, the peerless, has lost an arm.
And a single eye in a broken head
Has somewhat lessened her pristine charm:
But Dorothy’s love is a healing balm,
"And never a tear has the dear thing shed
So we laugh at sorrow and care defy.
While I sing them an old-time lullaby,
“Old songs are the best.” we have often said,
Dorothy, Polly, and I.
Somebody’ll saunter along some day
Singing a song that I don’t know.
Dorothy’ll linger to hear his lay.
And the song will carry her heart away
To the one who sings so sweet and low.
And I? Well—I’ll shake my head and sigh.
And think, perhaps, of the days gone by
When we were chums in the long ago,
Dorothy, Polly and I
—Edgar Wade Abbott.
THE MERCHANT’S CRIME.
BY HORATIO ALGER, JR.
CHAPTER L
The Mysterious Customer.
A man of middle age. muffled up
in an overcoat, got out of a Third
avenue car, just opposite a small
drug shop. Quickly glancing up
and down the street with a furtive
look, as if he wished to avoid recog
nition from any passerby who might
know him, he entered the shop. It
was a small shop, not more than
twelve feet wide by eighteen deep.
The only person in attendance was a
young man approaching thirty years
of age, his eyes and hair very light,
and his features small and insignifi
cant. He was the druggist’s clerk,
working on a small salary of $10 a
week, and his name was James
Cromwell.
Ho came forward as the person
first named entered the shop.
“How can I serve you. sir?” he in
quired in a respectful voice.
The person addressed drew from
his pocket a piece of paper on which
a name was inscribed.
“I want that,” ho said; “do you
happen to have it?”
The shopman’s face was tinged
with a slight color as he read the
name inscribed on the paper.
“You are aware, 1 suppose, that
this is a subtle poison?” he said in
terrogatively.
“Yes,” said the other, in a tone of
outward composure, “so I under
stood from the friend who desired
me to procure it for him. Have you
it, or shall I have to go elsewhere?”
“Yes; we happen to have it by the
merest chance, although it is rather
a rare drug in the materia modica.
I will get it for you at once.”
“The customer’s face assumed an
air of satisfaction as the clerk spoke,
and he sat down on a stool in front
of the counter. James Cromwell
quickly placed a small parcel in his
hands and the customer, drawing out
a pocket-book, which appeared to be
well filled, paid for his purchase. He
then walked^ out of the shop and to
the corner of the street, where he
wailed for an up-town car. As he
left the shop, a ragged boy of 10,
with a sharp, weazened face, en
tered.
“J want an ounce of caramels,” he
said.
“Wait a minute, do you want to
earn a quarter?” demanded the shop
man, abruptly.
“I reckon I do,” answered the
urchin.
“Then you must follow a gentle
man who just went out of the shop;
find out where ho lives and what his
name is. Come out, and I will point
him out to you.”
Just outside of the door, James
Cromwell cast his eyes up the street
and saw his late customer in the aet
of jumping on board a Fourth avenue
car.
“There he is,” he said, hastily
pointing him out to the boy. “You
will have to ride too. Canyon catch
that car?”
“I’ve got no money,” said the boy.
“Here’s a quarter. Now run,”
“But I’m to have a quarter be
sides?”
55“Yes, yes. Make haste.”
The boy ran forward and succeeded
in overtaking the car and clamber
ing on board.
“Look here, young chap,” said the
conductor suspiciously, “have you
got any money to pay your fare?”
“Yes, I have,” said the boy.
“Don’t you be afraid, old hoss.”
“Show your money, then.”
The boy produced the quarter
which had just been given him.
“You’re richer than I supposed,”
said the conductor. “Here’s your
change.”
The boy put back the twenty-two
cents remaining in the pocket ot his
ragged pants, and began to look
about him for‘the passenger whom
he was required to track. The lat
ter was seated on the left hand side,
four seats from the door.
The car rapidly proceeded up
town, passing Union square and the
Everett house at the corner of Sev
enteenth street. Two blocks farther
and the passenger first introduced
rose from his seat.
“Next corner,” he said to the con
ductor.
The latter pulled the strap and the
car stopped.
The gentleman got out, and turned
westward up Twenty-ninth street
Hake scrambled out also, and fol
lowed him up the street He crossed
Madison avenue, and did not pause
till he had reached a handsome
house between Seventh and Eighth
avenues. Before this time he had
thrown open the coat in which he
had been muffled, for the weather
was not inclement, appearing to feel
that there was now no further need
of concealment. He ascended the
steps of the house, and rang the bell.
The door was opened direct ly by a
servant, and he entered. Scarcely j
had the door closed when Hake also I
ascended the steDs and looked at the
door-plate. The name was there* '
but unfortunately for Hake, he had
not received an elementary education,
and could not read, j'his was rather
inconvenient as it stood in tho way
of his obtaining the information he
desired. A schoolboy was passing
and Hake asked him the name and
was told it was Paul Morton. He
was not sure however that tho boy
had told him the truth.
He went to the basement door and
rang.
“What’s wanted?” said a servarfl.
curtly.
“Docs Paul- Morton live here?”
asked Hake.
“You might say Mr. Paul Morton
while you’re about it,” said the ser
vant. “Yes, he lives hero, and what
do you want with him?”
"I was sent here,” said Hake with
no particular regard for truth, “by
a man as said Mr. Morton was a good
man and would give mo some
clothes.”
“Then you won’t get them here,”
said the girl, and tho door was
slammed in the boy’s face.
“Pve found out his name now,”
said Hake, “sure,” and he repeated
it over to himself until he was cer
tain he could remember it. Ho re
traced his steps to Fourth avenue,
and jumped on board a returning
car, and was ere long landed at the
druggist’s shop.
“Well,” said James Cromwell,
looking up, “did you do as I told
you?”
“Yes,” said Hake.
“What did you find out?”
“His name is Paul Morton.”
“Where does he livo?”
“At No. - West Twenty-ninth
street.”
“What sort of a house is it?’
“A nice one.”
“Are you sure you made no mis
take?”
“Yes, it's all right I want my
quarter. ”
“Here it is.”
“Paul Morton!” mused the clerk,
thoughtfully, “I must put that name
down. The knowledge may come in
use some day. 1 hope some time or
other I shall not be starving on ten
dollars a week. It may be that my
rise in the world may come through
this same Paul Morton. Who can
tell?”
CHAPTER II.
The House In Twenty-Ninth Street.
The house in Twenty-ninth street
was a solid and substantial one which
could only be occupied by a man of
wealth. It was handsomely fur
nished, and all the appointments
were such as to confirm the impres
sion that its occupant was. to say
the least, in easy circumstances
financially. But it happens often
times that outward impressions are
far from correct. It was a fact that
Paul Morton, who had lived here for
ten years, was on the verge of ruin,
and knew that unless some help
should come he would be compelled
to leave his fine residence and sink
into poverty and obscurity.
He was a down-town merchant, but
lived by the hope of large gains, had
indulged in outside speculations
which had sapped the springs of his
prosperity and brought him face to
face with ruin.
Just at this juncture, on reaching
home one day, jaded and anxious, he
found that a guest had arrived whom
he had not seen for years. Ralph
Raymond was his cousin, and of
about the same age as himself. As
boys they had been sworn friends
and comrades,and each had promised
the other that if he died first, with
out family ties, he would leave the
survivor his entire property, what
ever it might amount to.
When they became young men,
Paul Morton remained in New York,
but Ralph went, after a few years, to
China, where he had spent his sub
sequent life with brief intervals, as
a successful merchant. Paul Mor
ton heard from time to time of his
success,and that he had accumulated
a fortune, and the thought occurred
to him, for earlier generous feelings
had been swallowed up in the greed
of gain, “If he only dies first, I shall
be greatly the gainer.”
When he met bis friend, he found
him greatly changed. He was thin,
sallow, and to outward appearances
hadn't long to live.
“You find me greatly changed.
Paul, do you not?” said Ralph Ray
mo na.
“Yes. you are changed, of course,
for I have not seen you for twenty
years,” was the reply.
“But I am looking very ill, am I
not?”
“You are not looking well; but per- I
haps it is the change of climate.”
“It is something more than that,”'
said Ralph, shaking his head. “Old
friend. I feel that I have not many
months to live. I have within my
frame the seeds of a fatal disease;
which I cannot much longer stave
off. I feel its insidious approaches,
and I know that my weakened vital
powers cannot much longer resist,
them. I have one favor to ask.”'
“What is it?"
“May I spend the short remainder
of my life in your house? I shrink
from going among strangers. It will ;
be a great relief to me if I can feel >
that I am in the house of my old ■
friend when the solemn messenger j
arrives.”
“Surely.” said Paul Morton. “I |
hope you are mistake® in your ,
gloomv prognostications; but, how- j
ever that may be. you shall be wel- I
come here as long as itt pleases you j
to stay.”
“Thank you; I was sure you would j
consent. As to my being mistaken, |
that is hardly possible. This time |
next year i shall not be numbered
among the living.”
Looking at his thin face and at
tenuated frame. Paul Morton felt
that his words were probably cor- i
rect. and his heart glowed with ex- j
ultation as he felt that Ralph Ray- 1
1 mond was without family ties, and :
that at his death, which would soon
happen, in all probability his large
fortune, one hundred thousand dol
lars at least, would become his.
This would relieve him of all his em
barassmcnts, and give him a iirm
financial standing.
Shortly after Ralph Raymond was
confined to his bed by sickness. The
physician who was called spoke am
biguously. He might dio suddenly,
or he might linger for u year. Days
and weeks passed, and still ho re
mained in about tile same condition,
so that the last seemed likely to be
the correct prediction.
In the meanwhile, Raul Morton’s
affairs had become moro and more
embarassed. Ho had plunged into
speculations from which he. did not
see the way out. He perceived his
mistake, but too late. Nothing was
left but for him to float with the
tide, and be borno where it might
carry him. As time wore on, und his
pecuniary difficulties increased, he
began to long for his friend’s death.
“A few months more or less of life
would be of little importance to him.”
ho thought, “while to me it is of in
calculable importance to come into
his estate as soon as possible.”
The moro he thought of it the
more frequently the suggestion was
forced upon him that his friend’s
early death was most desirable. At
length, as ho was in a book store on
Nassau street one day, lie picked up
an old medical work, in which there
was one division which treated of
poisons. One was mentioned, of a
subtle character, whoso agency was
difficult of detection. It must not
accomplish its purpose at once, but
it required some days. Raul Morton
bought this book, and when he
reached home he locked it up se
curely in a drawer accessible only to
himself.
I he poison which no sought in tho
small shop on the Bowery was the
same whose effects he had seen de
scribed in the volume he had pur
chased in Nassau street. He had an
object in going to an obscure shop,
as he would be less likely to bo
known, and such a purchase would be
very apt to attract notice. But it
was only by chance that ho suc
ceeded. In most shops of such hum
ble pretensions such an article would
not be found, but it so happened
that some had been ordered by a
chemist a year before, and the drug
gist. thinking it possible ho might
have a call for it, had ordered some
to keep in his stock.
When Paul Morton reached home,
he went up to his friend’s chamber,
lialph Baymond was lying stretched
out upon the bed, looking quite sick:
but not so sick as at times during
his illness.
“How do you feel, Kaiph?” said
his false friend, bending over him.
“I am feeling more comfortable
to-day, Paul,” he said.
•■Perhaps you will recover vet.”
“No. I have no expectation of
that; but I may be spared longer
than I supposed possible.”
“I certainly hope so,” said Paul
Morton: but there was a false ring
in his voice, though, the sick
man, who had no doubt of his sin
cere friendship, was far enough from
detecting this.
“I know you do,” said Halph.
“What medicines are you taking
now'” inquired Paul Morton.
“There is* a bottle of cordial: I
take a wine-glass of it once an hour. ”
Paul Morton took it up and gazed
at it thoughtfully.
“Is your nurse attentive?" he
asked.
••Yes, I have no fault to find with
her.”
“Where is she now?”
“She just went down to prepare
my dinner.”
“And when did you take your cor
dial last?”
“About an hour since.”
“Then it is time to take it again.’
“Yes, I presume so; but I presume
a few minutes iater will make no dif
ference.”
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
Busines* and That Only.
Charles S. Scanlan, of the Cincin
nati Enquirer — John K. McLean’s
paper—was once sent into a small
town in the Southwest, says the
Journalist, to get the story of a-wo
man evangelist who had been greatly
talked about.. Scanlan attended one
of her meetings, and occupied, a
front seat- When those who wished
to be saved were asked to arise,
Scanlan kept his seat and used his
note-book. The woman approached,
and, taking him by the hand, said:
•‘Come to Jesus.” “Madam.” said
the newspaper man, “I'm here solely
on business to report your work.”'
“Brother,” she said, “there is no.
business so important as God's.”
••Well, maybe not,” said Scanlan:
••but you don’t know John McLean. ”'
Wise Wolf.
The portly, well-dressed gentle
man. whose specialty was chattel,
mortgages, arose to address the
meeting of the unemployed.
Said he: "The chief cause of cfe
tress in this prosperous land is a
lack of frugality and thrift You
talk of the wolf at the- door. He
never comes to my door. ”
“I guess he’s afraid of getting
skinned,” shouted some irreverent
person in the audience> and the
portly gentleman sat down.
The Polite Kriitor.
Poet—I have here, sir, a poen.
which I wish to have printed in your
paper.
Editor, looking it over—We can’t
print it to-day or to-morrow. Would
it suit you as well at some later
date?
Poet, gratefully—Oh. any time
would be perfectly satisfactory. Use
your own pleasure about that
Editor—Very welL We ll try to
get it iu sometime iu the spring of
1991
Tlie Real Demon of the Marsh
Is not a spook, but a reality. It is neither a
“bogie" nor a "kelpie," nor any other of
those spirits which the credulous have sup
posed to haunt the banks of rivers and
streams after dusk. Its name is malaria,
and though Invisible, It Is very terrible and
tenacious whon It seizes you. H os tetter s
Stomach Bitters drives It away, nor will it
attack thoso whose systems are fortified
with the great medicinal defensive agent.
The miasmatic mists of early morning, the
vapors exhaled at eventide may be safely
breathed by those protected by the Bitters.
In the tropics whero every form of malarial
disease threatens the sojourner, and is par
ticularly virulent when developed, the Bit
ters is the best reliance of the inhabitant.
For dyspepsia, liver complaint, lacs of
vigor, appetite and sleep; for rheumatism
and nervousness the Bitters are a sure and
safe remedy.
Their Kind of Dog.
Bogton Transcript.
“Now, boys,” said the teacher, “1
need not tell you any further of the
duty of cultivating a kindly disposi
tion; but I will tell you a little story
about two dogs. George had a nice
little dog, that was as gentleas a lamb.
He would sit by George’s side quietly
for an hour at a time. He would not
bark at the passers-by nor at strange
dogs, and would never bite anybody or
anything Thomas’ dog, on the con
trary, was always fighting other dogs,
and would sometimes tear them quite
cruelly He would also fly at the hens
and cats in the neighborhood, and on
several occasions he had been known
to seize .a cow by the nostrils and throw
her. He barked at all the strange men
who came along, and would bite them
unless somebody interfered. Now,
boys, which was the dog you would like
to own, George’s or Thomas’?” In
stantly came the answer in one eager
shout, “Thomas’!”
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