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THE "FEMALE” COLLEGE. An institution once there was. Of learning and of knowledge, Which had upon its high brick front A - Vassar Female College.” The maidens fair could not enjoy Their bread, and milk, and porridge, For -.raven on the forks and spoons Was “Vassar Female College." Train, la, U! Tra la, la, la! ’Twas "Vassar Female College" A strong east win d at last came by, A wind that blow from Norwich: It tore the “Female" from the sign That was upon tho college And as tho faculty pro rressed In wisdom and in knowled -o. The ,- took tne “Female" oil the spoons, As well as off the colic ?o Tra la. la. la! Tra la. la, la! It now is Vassar col.e<c --Girls of Vassar THE MERCHANT’S CRIME. ItV HORATIO ALGER, JR. CHAPTER XX—Continued. Robert recounted tho circumstances which are already familiar to the reader, except as to the wicked means by which his father's life was shortened. Of this ha was hitnso.f ignorant, as we know. “Now,” said the major, “how does it happen that you are traveling ! alone and almost friendless in this ! region? T confess it surprises me. j I cannot understand why your guar- j dian should allow it.” “It is a strango story,” said Robert. “I do not understand it j myself.” Therefore ho gave an account of ! tho manner in which he had beon j consigned to tliecaro of James Crom well and tho events that followed, his auditor listening with strong in terest. "So he intrusted you to the caro j of a druggist! That is certainly | strange. He removed you from your | school and sent you to an inferior school in a Western village. There is something remarkable about this.” When Robert gave an account of James Cromwell’s attempt to put him out of the way. Major Woodley’s oye Hashed, and Edith, placing her hand on Robert’s arm, said, “What a horrid, wicked man lie must have beon!” ••I sometimes think he is not in his right mind,” said Robert. “What do you think, sir?” ho con tinued. appealing to tho major. “I am not so charitable,” said the ma or. “I think he was quite aware of what he was doing and that he had a motive in what he did. “What motive could he have had, ] sir?” j “I will keep that to myself at pres ent. I have my suspicions, but they may be groundless.” In fact Major Woodley suspected that Cromwell was acting under in structions from Paul Morton, of whom he had a bad opinion, and he determined to satisfy himself on this point when they reached New York. \ But he felt that it would not be of ! any service to impart this to Robert ! until he should have ascertained def initely. , CHAPTER XXL • The Ghost in No. 41. After waiting two days, during which no tidings were received of Robert, James Cromwell determined to go on to New York. He had hoped that the body might be found in order that he might carry with him the proof that would entitle him to the reward of $10,030. But he did not venture to suggest that the pond should be dragged, lest it might appear that he was too well informed about the matter. He an nounced his determination to Mr. Manton and Clara the evening pre vious. Ho thought it politic to as sign a double motive for his de parture. “You may remember,” he said, “that I referred to a relative indeli cate health from whom I expected a legacy.” “Yes,” said Mr. Manton. “I have received intelligence that he is very low and wishes to see me. So, although it will be inconvenient for me to leave my business, I find it necessary to go.” “Perhaps you may be rewarded for going,” suggested Mr. Manton. “Yes, I have no reason to doubt that I shall be well remembered in my relative's will. I think that when I return there will be nothing to prevent my complying with the conditions you named, and that I may be able to claim your daugh ter's hand. ” In the morning, James Cromwell started for New York, going by Wheeling. It so chanced that ho ar rived in the evening at the same hotel where Robert and Major Wood lev had rooms. He was fatigued by his long journey, and retired at 9 o’clock, or soon after his arrival. Ho did not think to look over the books of the hotel, or he might have made the discovery that Robert was still alive and that his journey was likely to prove fruitless. Neither did he meet Major Woodley or Robert, for they were sitting together in the major's room until 10:30, chatting eosily. But James Cromwell was destined to meet with an adventure which tormeutde his guilty soul with fear, and gave him a great shock. 1^ chauced that the room assigned to him was No. 41. The room occupied by Robert was No. 43, just beyond in the same corridor. As has been said, Cromwell retired to bed at 9:30; but though fatigued, he was unable to sleep—he was haunted by the thoughts of the pond and the body that lay beneath, deprived of life through his most wicked agency,and as be lay he became nervous and restless, and not even his physical fatigue could induce the coveted slumber to visit him. When Robert, coming from the room of Major W'oodtey, sought his own room, he could not at first re member whether it was No. 41 or 43. He had the impression that It was 41 that had been assigned him. He accordingly open&d tho door of tho room and stood just within the door. At tho Bound of the opening door James Cromwell rose in bed and gazed with horror at the face and figure of the boy whom he supposed that ho had murdered. The moon light entering through the windows fell upon Robert’s face and gave it a ghastly look, or at least it seemea to do so to the excited imagin ation of the guilty Cromwell. Ho gazed spell-bound, and cowering with fear, at the apparition,and witli ; difficulty ejaculated; “Who are you?” Of course Robert recognized Crom well and he at once guessed the truth, that he was going to Now York to give his own version of his disappearance to his guardian. He saw at once that he was mistaken for a ghost, and tho desire seized him to ! carryout the deception. Certainly, ! if one were justifiable in frightening } another by exciting his superstitious ! fears Robert was justified in terrify- j ing the man who so basely sought ; hi3 life. When, therefore, with falter- i ing lips, James Cromwell put the ' question, “Who are you?” Robert ( answered in a low, guttural voice: j “1 am the spirit of the boy you j murdered." As he uttered the words, i he waved one hand aloft, and made j a step forward toward the bad. Excited to the wildest pitch. Crom well trembled convulsively, then | opened his lips to utter a piercing | shriek, and Hinging the bed-clothes j ovor his head, cowered beneath them ' in craven terror. Robert thought i this a good chance to make his exit. | He noiselessly retreated, closing the j door behind him, and entered his ; own room before the servants, j aroused by Cromwell’s shrieks, ; could reach tho door of liis apart- j ment “What’s the matter here?” dc- | manded a waiter, opening the door of No. 41. The only answer was a groan from beneath the bed-clothes. “What’s the matter. I say?” ho repeated rather sharply. The voice was so decidedly earthly that James Cromwell, somewhat re- ' lieved of his fear, removed the : clothes from his head, and looked up. j “I—I don’t know,” he said, “I think 1 had the night-mare.” “Well,” uttered the servant, “I hope you won’t have it again. You’ll wake up all that are asleep, and make them think that somebody is being murdered.” James Cromwell recoiled at the last word, and he said, hastily, for he feared a return of the supposed spirit: “My friend, if you’ll come in here and stop till I've gone to sleep, I’ll pay you for your trouble. I’m afraid of having the night-mare again.” “Can’t do it; I haven't got the time. Besides, what’s the use? You won’t have tlie night-mare when you're awake.” He shut the door and James Crom well lay for a long time in a state of nervous terror, trying to go to sleep, but unable to do so. At last, from sheer fatigue, he fell into a troubled slumber, which was disturbed by troubled dreams. He woke at an early hour unrefreshed, and going below ordered a breakfast which he did not relish. Thence he went to j the depot and took the early morn- ! ing train bound eastward. He was ; already speeding on his way rapidly j before Robert Ray mind arose. The ! door of Na 41 was open and be looked in. But the occupant had disappeared. Going to the office he saw the name of James Cromwell on the books of the hotel, and learned from the clerk that he had already gone. “He’s a queer chap,” said the clerk; “he had a terrible night-mare j last night, and shrieked loud enough to take the roof off. You must have heard him.as your room adjoins his?” “Yes, I heard him,” said Robert, but ho said no more. CHAPTER XXII. A Startling Appearance. Paul Morton was sitting in his li brary, carelessly scanning the .daily paper. He no longer wore the troubled expression of a few weeks before. He had succeeded in weath ering the storm that threatened his business prospects by the timely aid afforded bv a portion of his ward’s property, and now his affairs were proceeding prosperously. It may be asked how with such a crime upon his soul he could experience any de gree of comfort or satisfaction. But this is a problem we cannot explain. Probably his soul was so blunted to all the best feelings of our common nature that he was affected only by that which-selfishly affected his own interests. “At last I am in a secure position,” he said to himself. “Then the op portune death of my ward, of which I am advised by Cromwell, gives me his large estate. With this to fall back upon and my business righted, I do not see why I should not look forward in a few years to 1500,000. Ho was indulging in these satis factory reflections when the door opened, and a servant entered. “A gentleman to see you,” he said. “Who is it?” asked Mr. Morton. “1 think it is the same one that called several times about the time of Mr. Raymond’s funeral.” “Cromwell 1” repeated Mr. Morton. “Show him up,” he said. A moment afterward James Crom well entered the room. The two looked at each other with a kind of guilty intelligenca Each saw in the other a murderer. One had put to death his intimate friend for the sake of his money. The other had sent to death (so they both sup posed) an innocent bov. confided to his charge, and this crime, too. was instigated by the same sordid mo tive. “Well,” said Paul Morton, slowly. “Did you receive a letter fias me a day or two since?” asked James Cromwell. “Yes. ” •‘About the boy?” “Yes, but 1 did not quite under stand it. You wrote that he had dis appeared. Has he returned to you?” "No,” said Cromwell. "How do you account for his dis appearance?” asked Paul Morton. ‘•I think he must have gone out in a boat on the pond and got drowned.” said Cromwell. "Has the body been found?” ques tioned the merchant. ••Not yet. ” “Was not the pond searched,then?” -No.” “Then how do you know that he was drowned there.” James Cromwell moved uneasily in his chair. It was not a pleasant question for him to answer. "I cannot, of course, say positive ly,” he stammered, "but I have every reason to feel satisfied that the boy is dead.” "And yet, came away from Madison without ascertaining definitely ?” "1 thought there was no need,” said Cromwell. "No need! Do you think I am willing to remain in uncertainty as to whether or not my ward is dead? What faith am I to putin your state ment, since you have no satisfactory evidence to offer?” James Cromwell began to perceive his mistake. He saw that he ought to have had tho pond dragged, and personally superintended tho funeral ceremonies pf his victim, in order that he might have brouhgt the mer chant the most indubitable proof of the certainty of his death. ••Why need he be so particular?” ho thought. Then with a suspicious feeling, he began to think that Mr. Morton was making all this unneces sary trouble in order to evade the payment of the sum which he had promised him, and to satisfiy himsel f whether his suspicions were correct, he determined to broach the subject at once. "1 need not remind you,” he said, of tho promise you made ino in case the boy should not live.” “To what promise do you refer?” demauded Paul Morton. “You promised me the sum of $10, 033 as a reward for my care of your ward. ” •‘it would be a handsome reward for a few weeks’ care,” said the merchant sneering. “I can’t help that,” said Cromwell angrily. “Handsome or not, it is what you promised me. Do you mean to say that you did not?” he added defiantly. “Softly, my friend. I have said nothing of the sort. But you will do me the favor to remember that it was only to be given in case the boy died.” “Well, he is dead.” [TO BE CONTINUED.] For a Christmas Dinner. North Clilton in Nottinghamshire, England, is situated on the banks of the Trent, and boasts of one custom the like of which exists probably no where else in England. There is a ferry across the river, but if you and I, gentle reader, wished to go from one side of the stream to the other, we could do so on payment of a fee. But the Cliftonians are a favored folk, and arc entitled to the free use of the ferry on tne condition that they give the ferryman and his dog their dinner at Christmas. As Christmas comes but once a year the boatman would seem to have made a very bad bargain. Let us hope he gets a generous meal and wish him a merry Christmas—not forgetting the dog. TI10 Mystic I’lant. The mistletoe is by no means, ever in a state of nature, a rare plant. In modern times it is regularly culti vated, the viscous seed, if carefully placed in a notch in man; tree-barks, sprouting with ease, though its growth is extremely slow. But trees selected for this crop arc soon inca pable of producing any other; for, the sap being intercepted by the roots of the parasite, the proper ripening of the fruit is prevented, and the tree is killed. Hence little by little the trade in this distinctive feature of Christmastide has been drifting over the channel, where either land is cheaper or apple trees are less valued. Do Not T.ikc the Idea. Farmers in Maryland and Dela ware slowly and unwillingly re linquish the idea of growing wheat and corn in competition with the West and half sorrowfully admit that their lands must in time come to form a market garden for the great cities of the Atlantic seaboard. There is an old-fashioned notion in Delaware and upon the Eastern shore that it is more respectable to grow wheat in sixty-acre fields than half a dozen vegetables in small plots and the minute peasant farm ing of France, Belgium and Holland has no attractions for the occupants of 300-acre farms. The Romance of a Trunk. John Thacker, of Waterford, Va., being accidentally at Cincinnati, bought at a sale of unclaimed bag gage a trunk in which he found prop erty that proved to be that of a rel ative who had been missing for years, and the incident has led to the reunion of a long separated fam ily- _ Understood It. Teacher—“Let me write the songs of a nation, I care not who makes its laws.” Do you understand that? Bright Boy—Yes’m. Lots of con gressmen died poor,hut the composer of “After the Ball” made a hundred thous— . Teacher—Next. TABERNACLE PULPIT. DR. TALMAGE TALKS ABOUT THE PLUTOCRATS. The Conversion of Zaccheus anti Its Re lation to the History That Is Now He ine Made in This Country—The Weak Are of God. Brooki.yx, Sept 23, 1S94.—Rev. Dr. Talmage, who is now preparing to leave Australia for India, on his round the-world tour, has selected as the subject for to-day’s sermon through the press: “The Tax Collector’s Con version,” the text being taken from Luke xix : 9, “This day is salvation come to this house ” Zaccheus was a politician and a tax gatherer. He had an honest calling, but the opportunity for “stealings” was so large, the temptation was too much for him. The Bible says he "was a sinner”—that is, in the public sense. How many fine men have been ruined by official position1. It is an awful thing for any man to seek office under government unless his princi ples of integrity are deeply fixed. Many a man, upright in an insignifi cant position, lias made shipwreck in a great one. As far as I can tell, in : the city of Jerico this Zaccheus be longed to what might be called the “Ring.” They had things their own way, successfully avoiding exposure—If by no other way, perhaps by hiring somebody to break in and steal the vouchers. Not withstanding his bad reputation, there were streaks of good about him, as there is about almost every man. Gold is found in quartz, and some times in a very small percentage. Jesus was coming to town. The people turned out en masse to see him. Here lie comes—the Lord of Glory— on foot, dust-covered and road-weary, limping along the way, carrying the griefs and woes of the world. He looks to be sixty years of age wiien he is only about thirty. Zaccheus was a short man, and could not see over the people’s beads while standing on the ground; so he got up into a sycamore tree that swung its arm clear over the road. Jesus advanced amid the wild excitement of the surging crowd. The most honorable and popular men of the city are looking on, and trying to gain his attention. Jesus, instead of regarding them, looks up at the little man in the tree, and says, “Zaccheus, come down. I am going home with you.” Everybody was disgusted to think that Christ would go home with so dishonorable a man. I see Christ entering the front door of the house of Zaccheus. The king of heaven and earth sits down; and as he looks around on the place and the family, he pronounces the bene diction of the text: ’ This day is sal vation come to this house.” Zaccheus had mounted the syca more tree out of mere inqu.sitiveness. He wanted to see how this stranger looked—the color of his eyes, the lensrth of his liair, the contour of his features, the height of his stature. “Come down,” said Christ And so, many people, in this day, 1 get iid into the tree of curiosity or gp:culat’on to see Christ T.iey ask a thousand queer questions about his divinity, about God’s sovereign ty. and the eternal decrees. They specu late, and criticize, and hang on to ttie outside limb of a great sycamore. But they must come down from that if they want to be saved. We can not be saved as philosophers, but as little children. You can not go to heaven by way of Athens, but by way of Bethlehem. Why be perplexed about the way 3sin came into the world, when the great ques tion is how wo shall get sin driven out of our hearts'? How many - spend their time in criticism and religious speculation! They take the Rose of Sharon, or the lily of the valley, pull out the anther, scatter the corolla, and say, “Is that the beautiful flower of religion that you are talking about?” So flower is beautiful after you have torn it all to pieces. The path to heaven is so plain that a fool need not make a mistake about it, and yet men stop and cavil. Sup pose that, going toward the Pacific slope, I had resolved that I would stop until I could kill all the grizzly bears and the panthers on either side of the way. I would never have got to the Pacific coast. When I went out to hunt the grizzly bear, the griz zly bear would have come out to hunt me. Here is a plain road to heaven. Men say they will not take a step on until they can make game of all the theories that bark and growl at them from the thickets. They forget the fact that as they go out to hunt the theory, the theory comes out to hunt them, and so they perish. We must receive the kingdom of heaven in simplicity. William Pennington was one of the wisest men of this country—a governor of his own state, and afterward speaker of the house of representatives. Yet, when God called him to be a Christian, he went in, and sat down among some children who were applying for church membership, and he said to his pas tor, “talk to me as you do to these children, for 1 know nothing about it” There is no need of bothering ourselves about my steries when there are so many things that are plain. Dr. Ludlow, my professor in the theo logical seminary, taught me a lesson I have never forgotten. While putting a variety of questions to him that were perplexing he turned upon me somewhat in stern ness, but more in love, and said, •'Mr. Talmage, you will have to let God know some things that you don’t.” We tear our hands on the spines of the cactus instead of feast , iug our eye on its tropical bloom. A I great company of people now sit swinging themselves on the sycamore I tree of their pride, and I cry to you, "Zaccheus. come down!" Come down out of your pride, out of your inquisi tiveness. out of your speculation. You can not ride into the gate of heaver | with coach and four, postilion ahead and lackey behind. 'Except yo be come as little children ye can not enter the kingdom of God.’ God has chosen the weak things of the world to confound the mighty. Zaccheus, come down! come down! ’ I notice that this tax-gatherer ac companied li is surrender to Christ with the restoration of property that did not belong to him. lie says: "If I have taken anything by false accu sation, I restore four-fold.” That is. if I have taxed any man for 510.000 when he hail only five thousand dol lar’s worth of property, and put iu my own pocket the tax for the last five thousand, I will restore to him four-fold. If I took from him 510 I will give him S40. If I took from him 810 X will give him 81C0. Hundreds of thousands of dollars have been sent to Washington during the past few years us "conscience money.” I suppose that money was sent by men who wanted to be Chris tians, but found they could not until they made restitution. There is no need of our trying to come to Christ as long as we keep fraudulently a dollar or a farthing in our possession that belongs to another. Suppose you have not money enough to pay your debts, and for the sake of de frauding your creditors you put your property in your wife's name. You might cry until the day of judgment for pardon, but you would not get it without first making restitution. In times of prosperity it is right, against a rainy day, to assign property to your wife: but if, in time of perplexity and for the sake of defrauding your credi tor you make such assignment, you become a culpirt before God, and you (may as well stop praying until you have made restitution. Or suppose one man loans another money on bond or mortgage, with the under standing that the mortgage can lie quiet for several years, but as soon as the mortgage is given, commences forclosnre—the sheriff mounts tiie auction-block, anil the property is struck down to at half price, and the mortgagee buys it in. The mortgageo started to get the property at half nriee, and is a thief and a robber. Until he makes restitution, there is no uiercv for him. Suppose you sell goods by a sample, and then afterward send to y'our customer an inferior quality of goods. You have committed a fraud and there is no mercy for you until you have made restitution. Sup pose you sell a man a handkerchief for silk, telling him it is all silk and it is part cotton. No mercy for you until you have made restitution. Sup pose you sell a man a horse, saying he is sound, and he afterward turns out to be spavined and balky. No mercy for you until you have made restitution. Tlie wav being clear, Christ walked into the bouse of Zacehcus. He be comes a different man: his wife a dif ferent woman; the children are dif ferent. Oh! it makes a great change in any house when Christ comes into it How many beautiful homes are represented among yen! There are pictures ou the wail, there is music in the drawing room; and luxuries in the wardrobe; and a full supply in the pantry. Even if you were half asleep, there is one word with which I could wake you, and thrill you through and through, and that word is '‘home!” There are also houses of suffering represented, in which there are neither pictures nor ward robe, nor adornment—only one room, and a plain cot or a bunk in a corner; yet it is the place where your loved ones dwell, and your whole nature tingles with satisfaction when you think of it and call it home. Though the world may scoff at us, and pursue us, and all the day we be tossed about, at eventide we sail into the harbor at home. Though there be no rest for us in the busy world, and we go trudging about, bearing burdens that well-night crush us, there is a refuge, and it hath an easy chair in which we may sit, and a lounge where we may lie, and a serenity of peace in which we may repose, and tiiat re fuge is home. Up to forty years men work for themselves; after that, for their chil dren. Now, what do you propose to leave them. Nothing hut dollars! Alas! what an inheritance! It is more likely to be a curse than a blessing. Your own common sense and observa- ! tion tell you that money, without the divine blessing, is a curse. You must soon leave your children. Your shoulders are not so strong a3 they were, and you know that they will soon have to carry their own burdens. Your eyesight is not so clear at once; they will soon have to pick out their own way. Your arm is not so mighty as once; they will soon have to tight their own battles. Oh! let it not be told on judgm -nt day that you let your famdy start without the only safeguard—the religion of Christ. Give yourself no rest until vour children are the sons and daughters of the Lord Almighty. Y’our son does just as you do. He tries to walk like you, and to talk like you. The daughter imitates the mother. Alas! if father and mother miss heaven the children will. Oh! let Jesus come into your house. Do not bolt the ball door, or the parlor door, or the kitchen door, or the bedroom door against him. Above all, do not bolt vour heart Nasal Paralysis. 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