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THE FALLS CITY TRIBUNE Entered as second-class matter at Falls City, Nebraska, post office, Janu ary 12, 1904, under the Actot Congress eu March 3,1879. Published every Friday at Falls City, Nebraska, by The Tribune Publishing Company E. F. SHARTS M*n»*cr One year . -$1.50 Six months... 75 Three months . .40 TELEPHONE 226. Isn't the Missouri Pacific just a dear old thing? The Missouri Pacific railway com pany placed an order some time ago for 100 new locomotives, the first twenty-five to he delivered in August. President Taft will visit FI. Louis during the last week in October and will take a trip down the Mississippi to Now Orleans to attend the meet ing of the deep waterways congress. Twenty-five governors, representing as many states, urged the president (6 make the trip. The Atchison Globe seems to get all of its information concerning the Missouri Pacific's operations at Falls City from any source but the right one. A great newspaper like the Globe ought to be able to get ait In terview with the M. P. officials and furnish accurate Information. What “a man snid" concerning the matter amounts to little the man might have been drunk or crazy. Some bilious and disgruntled folks we know of, not more than fifty miles from Falls City, talk as if all the Missouri Pacific’s holdings and the head of tlie great system was bottled up somewhere near Atchison. The facts In the case are, the M. P. is something of a railroad system, and Atchison but an incident between Kansas City and Omaha; and unfor tunately, not lmlf-way between, either. It was a pleasure to the people of Falls City to meet uml listen to the Hon. F. 1). Coburn, of Kansas, at the opening session of the chautnuqun last Saturday. F. D. Coburn Is a man that the average Nebraskan ad mires. We know his sterling worth up here In Nebraska, his superior ity and usefulness, as compared to the professional politician who stands ready at any time to barter his soul for a sent in the United States sen ate. Galveston's great sea wall was put to the severest test last week and the vindication of those who planned it and pushed it to completion, against great odds and howls of de rision, was complete, .lust another case where "interferring with na ture" proved to be a success. There is a lesson in tills for the street cor ner "knockers” who claim that tak ing the kinks out of the Nemaha and digging lateral ditches won't lessen the ravages of the annual overflow. There is a vast difference between "interfering with nature," and aiding and working in conjunction with na ture. Fnlls City's Chautauqua is in full blast. The elite of the Chautauqua world are entertaining us and we are listening and learning, for while statistics show that we have the small est percentage of illiteracy of any state in the union, the true Nebras kan yearns for more knowledge; hence whatever falls from the lips of the renowned Coburn, of Kansas, the lnlmitable“Billy” Sunday, orCapt. Hobson—he o f Spanish war fame, and now a congressman from Alaba ma—and the others as well, will be listened to and treasured by as in telligent an audience as graces this fair old world of ours. THE BEST EVIDENCE. The best eiidence that the eoun-j try is again on a firm basis of pros- j perlty is shown in the enormous pur-1 chases and bids for equipment and betterments by the railroads. These j infallible articles of trade must speed-; lly adjust themselves to the rising j flood of business, and their orders mean additional prosperity for the mills and manufactories everywhere. The Pullman Company of Chicago is now turning out a heavy order for the Santa Fe, the first passenger equipment purchased by that sys tem since 1906. The Baltimore <£ Ohio is in the market for 6,000 new freight cars, and sixty-five locomo tives, for immediate delivery. This order amounts to $10,000,000. The Chespcake & Ohio road lias ordered fifty new locomotives. The Chicago & Northwestern lias placed orders for 400 box-cars and 500 gondolas and 500 ore cars. The Missouri Pacific will receive in August the first twenty-five of an order for 100 locomotives. In addition to these there are mis cellaneous orders placed in smaller lots for 2,000 mining cars and 5,000 other cars of all descriptions. It is now’ considered practically cer tain that the country will produce enormous crops of everything, and these must be moved rapidly. POLITICAL ADVCNTISIING. Announcement. My friends having filed a petitio: asking that my name be placed on the primary ballot for sheriff on th democratic ticket, I have d< elded to grant their Wishes. I promise that If successful at the polls I will give my entire time and attention to the office. Thanking the voters of the county for past favors, I remain, yours very truly, \\\ T. FENTON. Announcement. I hereby announce myself a demo cratic candidate for nomination to the office of County Clerk, at the primary election, which w ill he held on August the 17th, 190!*. If nomi nated and elected I promise to give to tho office my entire time and at tention; to all courteous and fair treatment, together with all the ac curacy my ability warrants. GEO. W. MORRIS. County Superintendent. Having filed for the office 'of county superintendent, I wish to an nounce my candidacy, subject to the action of the republican voters at tin primary, August 17. If nominated and subsequently elected, I shall endeavor to serve the school interests of tin county to the best of my ability, ALBERT I). SARGENT. County Recorder,* I wish to lake this method of tell ing tiie voters of Richardson county that 1 ain a candidate for the office of county recorder, subject to 1 lie dic tate of tho primary election, August 17th. If nominated and subsequently elected to the office to which I aspire I pledge myself to give all a square deal and tho office my entire time and attention. FRANK M. BOSS. Announcement. 1 hereby announce to the voters of Richardson county, I am a candidate for the Republican nomination for county treasurer at the primary elec tion. Having bad long experience in the clerical work, both public and private, having lived in the county nearly all of my life, do assure all tlu> people if nominated August 17th, 1909, and elected at the November election in 1909, will serve all the people to the best of my ability. Yours respectfully, GEORGE R1ECHERS. County Superintendent. 1 wish to announce through The Tribune my candidacy for the office of county superintendent on the dem ocratic ticket, to be voted for at the coming election. I can truthfully say that this office to me will be strictly non-partisan in the fullest sense, and if 1 am elected 1 will fill the office to the best of my ability. MISS CORA B. HILL. Announcement. I hereby announce myself as a candidate for the office of sheriff, subject to the choice of Republican voters of Richardson county. W. P. FERGUS. Announcement. I hereby announce myself a candi date on the democratic ticket for the office of Recorder of Deeds, subject to the primary election which will be held on August 17th, 1909. If suc cessful in the nomination and if I am elected 1 promise to give my un divided attention to the office and transact the duties of the office to the best of my ability. L. C. EDWARDS. An Announcement. I desire to announce to the voters of Richardson county that I am a can didate for the Democratic nomination for County Treasurer at the primary election. It has been my pleasure to serve the public in a county office for a few years and this experience and acquaintance with the county af fairs will enable me to administer the affairs of the office more efficiently. If I am given the nomination I earnestly ask the support of all vot ers, the November election, lire, spective of party and I pledge myself to serve the tax payers of this county in a faithful and accomodating man ner. Yours respectfully, JOHN II. HUTCHINGS. County Clerk. My friends having persuaded me to allow my name to be placed on the primary ballot as a candidate for the office of County Clerk on the repub lican ticket, I take this method of in troducing myself to those in the coun ty who are not already acquainted I with me. In case I am elected to the office, I promise to do my very best to please the public and to do the office justice. ROY W. DAGGETT. PRIVATE MONEY. Private money to loan onReal Es tate. Mortgages bought and sold. A. J. WEAVER. m SULTAN’S OBLIGATION Hv ARNOLD M. ANDERSON UMMMBHannnniHMi (Copyright, by Daily Story t’ub. Co.; The Dukewater Hank of Commerce was in difficulties -overloanod, or some such matter; the books would not hear inspection and the hank ex anillltl wan t-xjjecled momeniariiy. It Is not to be even hinted that the In stitution was not perfectly sound, for Indeed all its investments were sane and legitimate, but still there was lack ing $11(1,000 tu its reserve, and ai a time when the financial world was in clined to be panicky, tills was a most distressing circumstance. If the short age was delected, the state banking law which expressly stipulated that a certain percentage of the deposits must be available—would undoubtedly be rigidly enforced. Though the bank was solvent, yet an exposure of even a slight nonconformity to the legal re quirements might, under the circum stances, prove ruinous to its reputa tion and business. What was to be done? The Lukewater bank is a small con cern whose working force consists of a president, cashier, bookkeeper and a Japanese janitor; the existence or non-existence of the establishment would not perceptibly affect the prog ress of the world, yet lor all that, it occupies a position of vital Importance in the minds of these four officials who one day, after banking hours, had gathered in the president's tiny pri vate office. On this occasion the big green shade had been pulled half way up over the plate glass window so as to exclude the interior from the gaze of passers-by—only the air of mystery was lacking to give th» conference a dramatic tinge. The air of mystery was impossible because all four knew exactly why the meeting was called, namely: for the purpose of devising the ways and means of extricating the honorable institution from its em barrassing predicament. It will not appear strange that llak ko, the Japanese janitor, was included in this company when it is learned that lie, by reason of his cunning at tentiveness, had come to know all the secrets of the bank, and, furthermore, encumbered his present lowly posi tion merely as a student of American finance. Anon the ambitious youth would be recalled to the Orient to assume the post of assistant secretary to the mikado's treasurer. Gentlemen, ’ began Griswold, the president, ns his colleagues were seated, “as you know, our confounded enterprise has led us into temptation.'' “I’m surprised the bank examiner has not been here before this,” said Clinton, the cashier, dismally. “Clinton," reproved the president, “we are not here to shed tears, but to find a way out of the difficulty, i am ready to hear suggestions. In the first place, can any of you raise any cash? How much have you that is not already on deposit here?” The four glanced timidly from one' to another and then each fished up from his pockets bills and coins of varying denominations, which alto gether made up a total of $78.85. “Hakko," asked Mr. Griswold, not ing the insufficient, relief fund, “are you sure you haven't a pot of gold buried somewhere in the cellar?” The smiling Jap’s face took on an added illumination as he replied: “I have very little cash money, but I can cable to my father. Perhaps lie will make us a loan.’ “We want spot cash or gilt-edged collateral—we can’t wait a day, and besides, your father would demand security. Our securities are already working overtime,” said the cashier, who then asked: “Why can’t you raise something on your real estate, Griswold?” “My wife’s real estate, you mean?” “But won’t she consent to—” “She won’t have the chance! Mrs. Griswold is the last person I would trust with a business confidence. If I told her of this affair, or even hinted that I needed money for any other reason, there would be a run on the bank tomorrow. Keeping secrets is not one of my wife’s virtues.” "I am not of a saving disposition,” ventured Benson, the young book keeper, “and I am sorry—” “Oh, we know you haven’t any thing!” interrupted the president; “in fact you have already overdrawn your salary, I believe.” “It looks to me,” said the cashier, “as though it would be necessary for us to sacrifice some of our invest ments.” “Not in a thousand years!” cried Griswold, pounding the desk with his fist. “Then we must borrow on our per sonal notes!” “We won’t give any notes, either!” affirmed the president, disdaining to give his reason. “What shall we do then, I’d like to know?” “Benson,” said the president, “what would you suggest?” “I can think of only two answers, and both of them are a little risky,” said the bookkeeper, meekly. “Well?” urged the cashier, as Ben son hesitated. “Take a few hundred dollars and try bribing the bank examiner or use that amount and try gambling for the stake in the stock market or in a gambling house. I guess there's a bet ter show at poker than in speculating on margins." At this reply the president and cash ier looked at each other quizzically, then the latter announced sternly: “The Lukewater bank is a conserva I live institution. Whatever we do must be safe and honest" The bookkeeper relapsed into his usual silence, and for a few moments the others, also, had nothing to say. ' Are you-generally lucky at cards?” asked Griswold of Benson, at length. 1 will not eonsent; 1 positively will not consent to any such preposterous move!" objected the cashier, quickly, with a great show of emotion. “Now, Clinton,” rejoined the presi dent, "don't jump at conclusions! I that question for an entirely different reason than you suppose. If Benson, here, Is accustomed to spend tils leisure hours in gamhiing, it is to (lie interest of the bank that we know a few particulars. Perhaps h > is a dangerous person to intrust with the handling of money.” For half an hour longer one expedi ent after another was considered and rejected; at the end of that time they were no nearer the solution of the 1 roblem than at the outset, and even the optimistic Griswold began to lose heart- Clinton had already done so. The indifferent bookkeeper was yawn ing. It was at tills juncture that Hakko, who had been deep in thought, suddenly exclaimed, his face beaming with assurance: ”Oh, now 1 see what we can do!” “Then for heaven’s sake tell it!” commanded the despondent cashier. "Why not draw a draft?” “A draft?” sneered Griswold, “a fake draft, 1 suppose you mean? You forget that we live in (he age of tele graphs and the fraud could be exposed in 20 minutes.” “Not tills draft," assured the Jap. I “Nonsense! Upon whom could we draw for $20,000 with any safety?” "The sultan of Turkey!” “The sultan of Turkey?” gasped both Griswold and Clinton in a breath. Even the sleepy Benson opened his eyes in wonderment. “It is very simple,” explained the complacent janitor, “and I think it would go through all right. The bank examiner would never suspect any thing was wrong. He would not sup pose you would draw upon the sultan without the right, but if he should ask questions, you can tell him the draft was discounted by a Japanese mer chant of this city. I will get one of them to agree to the use of Ills name. Don't you kuow it Is very common to draw on the sultan—he is so slow to pay his debts. It would be nothing strange to the examiner." “The idea looks good to me,” com- ' men ted Griswold. However, the ofH- 1 cials interrogated Hakko minutely and discussed the scheme in its various aspects before they finally came to re gard seriously the possibility of its adoption. I "There is positively no harm in the idea, even though it may be irregular,” said the conscientious cashier; "be sides in two weeks our accounts will have a different story to tell. No one will suffer by the innocent ruse. When the sultan inquires about the obliga tion, all we have to do Is to write him ! that a mistake had been made in draw ing upon him.” "It's a cinch the bank examiner will consider it good collateral,” said the president. Thus the matter was settled and the next day a satisfactory arrange ment was concluded with a local Ja panese merchant, a friend of Hakko’s, ! and the $20,000 draft, drawn on the sultan of Turkey, was dispatched to that mighty sovereign. An hour after the paper had been mailed, Griswold, in his private office, startled a business acquaintance by bursting out laughing in his face, for no apparent reason. It had suddenly occurred to the president that the sending of the draft to the sultan was a piece of errant foolishness when the mere record of the transaction wras all that could possibly concern the bank examiner. When Clinton was told the joke he felt so chagrined at the stupidity that he lost all interest in his work for the remainder of the day. -Before the close of the week the unwelcome examiner made his call; | inspected the bank's books and de- . parted. He was evidently satisfied | with affairs as he found them and the royal draft, if it excited his curiosity I at all, elicited no inquiry from him. j According to the accepted notions, | this narrative should close here, or at ! least after Hakko’s salary had been I doubled, but by chance the end is not yet. I Seven months passed and the inci- ^ dent of the sultan’s draft had become almost forgotten history when one day a huge crackling envelope, emblazoned with mystic Oriental symbols, arrived at the bank. It was a communication from the minister of finance of the Turkish empire. With pompous sur plusage of language the letter set ' forth that the draft for $20,000 had been duly received and that, after careful deliberation, it was hereby honored by the sultan. The epistle stated further that the arrival of the document had caused considerable consternation among the secretaries of the royal household, for, be it con fessed in all humbleness, no trace of ; the debt could be found on the books, which fact was undoubtedly due to j carelessness on the part of the sul- j tan's clerical force. In closing the , minister, verbosely polite, begged to ! suggest that in the future, when the j Lukewater Bank of Commerce had I dealings with the exalted potentate j of the heaven-blessed Turkish empire, ! it would be deemed a favor if they would kindly enclose with the draft, or other legal instrument necessary to the transaction, a statement showing in detail the precise nature of the ob 'Igation. By so obliging, he went on to explain, matters would be much simplified and lb® burden greatly j lightened for the functionaries whose grievous duty it was to keep, with as much accuracy as possible, the sul tan’s intricate and eccentric private accounts. Out in the Cold Winkle Decided to Take the Fresh-Air Cure "Health at last!” Winkle, struggling with a large bundle, entered his wife’s apartment, on-his face a smile of supreme satis faction. As for Mrs. Winkle, she regarded the bundle with the suspicion horn of long experience. ‘‘What have you been doing now?” she asked. “Nothing much—only preparing my self against all forms of insidious dis ease, fortifying myself against every known germ, building myself up, mak ing a new man out of myself.” ‘Tell me the worst, at once, and please don’t keep me in suspense.” Winkle stopped unfastening the bundle, and came over to whore his wife sat. “You have probably heard,” he said, ‘‘of the fresh air cure. You know that now it is advocated—I mean insisted upon—by practically every health board in the country. Indeed, no In telligent person can afford to neglect It. Here—” Winkle spread out about 25 feet of canvas—”is one of the latest and most approved appliances. “You see,” he went on with the air of an accomplished demonstrator, “this goes on the back piazza. You at tach these ends to the side of the house. Then, by means of these pul leys, you lower the shades to suit yourself.” “Where do you sleep?” “In my little bed, of course. I came home early in order to move it out.” Mrs. Winkle was rapidly getting angry. “Are you going to move your bed out on the piazza’” she demanded. “I most certainly am.” Mrs. Winkle shivered slightly. "I guess,” she said, "that you will find it pretty cold out there on that piazza. My dear, you will catch your death.” Winkle had his coat off, and was al ready working at taking down his bed. In the course of an hour he had the whole apparatus rigged up on the rear porch. It certainly did look inviting. He dragged his wife out to view it. “There!” he exclaimed. "Isn't that perfect? Just think, my dear girl, what this means to me.” “Umph! I'm thinking of what it will mean to me if you get cold, and I have to take care of you. My dear, don't be foolhardy. Take my advice, just this once, and don’t make a fool of yourself. Remember, you are not used to it.” “Oh, I'll remember!" Toward evening the thermometer began to drop. Outside the wind blew clear and sharp. Winkle and his wife sat down after dinner by the cozy fire, but it was evident that Winkle, even before their regular bed time, was beginning to get uneasy, and as the hour approached his joy ousness increased. A few moments later, arrayed in a patent flannel robe that he had pur chased for the occasion, he solemnly —and with as much dignity as his covering permitted—-kissed her good night. The door closed behind him. All was silence. It was midnight. The door of Mrs. Winkle’s room softly opened. A dark form stole silently in. “Wake up!” Mrs. Winkle, still drowsy, muttered: “Well, what is it?” “I don't think,” chattered Winkle, his teeth playing like castanets, “that I got that flap fixed just right. But I’ll fix it up to-morrow. Brr. Guess I'll come in with you.” Mrs. Winkle began to awake to her peril. “No, you won’t!" she cried. “I’m nice and warm and cozy, and I’m oh so sleepy, too. You go away and don’t bother me.” “Rrr.” “Let me in, I say. I want to get warm.” Mrs. Winkle rose up in bed. “Never! You go away. You’ve made your bed you go and lie in it. Do you suppose I'm going to have you warm yourself at my expense? Never!” “You’re a heartless woman. I wouldn’t turn away a dog on a night like this. Hear the wind howl! Brr!” “You go away!” “But, dearest! Sweetheart! I never was so cold in my life. I can feel pneumonia coming on." "I don’t care,” she muttered, "you Just go away and don’t bother me. I wouldn’t let you get in here for a million dollars.” And, shaking and shivering, the flannel-robed specter silently stole away. The next morning early Mrs. Winkle awoke with a start, a vague something on her mind and con science. As she regained her senses repentance filled her soul. She sprang out of bed and ran through the house searching for her husband. She found him at last, stretched be fore the grate fire, upon which he had evidently passed most of the night heaping wood—judging by the pile of ashes. “Please forgive me,” she cried, “but really I couldn't, I couldn't! It took too much moral courage last night ” Winkle threw off a bear-skin rug, a steamer blanket, an afghan and a knitted shawl and emerged. “My dear,” he said, “I wish I could forgive you. But when I think of that nice, warm bed, and me standing out side frozen to death, it’s too much to ask of a man.”—Life. I I _ ATypeofLove By F. 11 arris Deans Mrs. Wyvern watched me from over the edge of her hammock. Reluctant ly I put the tumbler on the ground and faced her. “Well, what is it now?" I asked, somewhat fretfully. “I want your opinion,” she said, fanning herself with the paper. “That’s remarkably nice of you," I murmured, flattered. “But . . . why?” “You needn't look so conceited. I'm only asking you because you happen to be a man." “A happy accident,” I said, well pleased. “It's really a simple question,” she Informed me. "Of course, I know what you'll say.” “Then, why ask me?” I said, mildly. “Oh, well ... all men have the same taste. Otherwise, Why do you all go to the same theater?” “You argue very logically,” I said, admiringly. "Women can always argue better than men,” she affirmed, boastfully “Yes,” I assented cravenly. “Still . . . what is your opinion?” “Of what?” Mrs. Wyvern gave a despairing sigh. “What we've been talking about, of course. You are dull to-day. I believe it’s the weather.” “It’s good of you to put it down to that,” I said, gratefully. , “What's he been doing wrong now?" demanded a voice from behind. “I can see you’ve been lecturing him, Mrs. Wyvern.” “She's my good angel, Miss Pres cott,” said I. "Wouldn’t you rather have my seat? She tells me all my faults; that’s why we’ve always so much to talk about.” “I’ve been trying to get him to use his brains,” cried Mrs. Wyvern, “and he won’t.” “What Is it,” questioned Miss Pres cott, with the air of one in quest of knowledge, "obstinacy, or . . . ?” “Here, I say,” I pleaded in alarm, “not two of you!” “Be quiet,” commanded Mrs. Wy vern. “I want him to tell us what sort of woman he likes best, and he won't." "Oh, do!” cried Miss Prescott, her eyes dancing; "it would be so inter esting.” "Really,” I protested, "I’m no Paris. I am forced to like the women who like me.” "Don’t you believe him, Elsie,” cried Mrs. Wyvern. “If it was true he would have—” “What?” I interrupted defiantly. “Never mind; but you'll be sorry some day. When you get old, and fat, and bald—” “You're remarkably bad-tempered to day, Mrs. Wyvern,” I protested; “I never heard before of marriage as either an anti-fat, or a hair-restorer, or—” “Don’t be silly. I meant you’d wish you had married before it was too late. However, you needn’t tell me if you don’t want to, because I know the sort of girl you like.” “Do split,” cried Miss Prescott. “You don’t,” I denied quickly, "be cause one doesn’t generalize on such a subject. One may admire a certain type in the abstract, but then one never—unless one is a poet with a liv ing to get—loves in the abstract." "I suppose not,” agreed Mrs. Wy vern, who really—with all charity— ought to know. “But surely,” murmured Miss Pres-, cott, “we’re not discussing love; isn’t it the type a man likes?” “Likes!” I cried, scornfully; “a pla tonic term for love.” Mrs. Wyvern chuckled. “Man,” I went on, making the most of my opportunity, “is a creature of moods.” My listeners exchanged glances of wondering admiration. "You’re very clever,” said Mrs. Wy vern. "A lovable woman is not one of a type,” I went on, much encouraged by this appreciation, “but the one who combines the most qualities of the various types A good partner at ten nit it all very well, but one doesn't marry her If she's no hand at any thing else. In business It's the spe cialist who Is In most demand, but in marriage it's the all-round person. That’s where so many men come a cropper. They go out In a canoe with a girl who has specialized in the busi ness, and come back engaged. And so he gets fed on cold mutton, and she loses his money at bridge.” I paused after this little harangue, and looked at Mrs. Wyvern suspicious ly. She withdrew her hand from In front of her mouth in some confusion. Immediately afterwards she found, or said, she was wanted in the house. Miss Prescott and I sat in silence for a moment. “So,” she said at length, glancing at me from beneath her eyelashes, “so you don’t admire any type of woman.” “No,” I agreed, "I prefer the girl without a label.” “What a paragon she must be! I should just love to see her.” I took my cigarette-case from my pocket and handed it to her. “Thanks, no,” she said. Then she glanced at the polished surface, and a vivid blush spread over her face. “Oh," she cried comprehendiugly. And then, perhaps fortunately, Mrs Wyvern came back. It is well to have a good nameTbul no matter how mellifluous the sound the bank cashier considered it as nothing when attached to a check, un less there be riches behind it