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About The Falls City tribune. (Falls City, Neb.) 1904-191? | View Entire Issue (Nov. 19, 1909)
Prepare for Winter THE OLD STANDBY Tlie New Round Oak Base Burner SOLD BY | There’s A Reason j There's a reason fordoing all things. The “reason’ in this case for your giving us your Grain, Flour and Feed business, is that O-l'-A-L-I-tT-Y is our most important watch word. When you tfet it have it of the first pualitv. Free delivery to all parts of the city. We are located Just West Falls Citv Auto Co. Aldrich & Portrev falls: city, Nebraska I am trying to make a date with WHITAKER THE AUCTIONEER They tell me he is strictly up-to date and well posted on all classes of domestic animals and also farm property in general. He can certainly please you, as he has had s xteen years expe> rience. He is also from Missouri, and if given the opportunity will "SHOW YOU" results. BEFORE ARRANGING DATE. WRITE. TELEPHONE or TELEGRAPH at my expense) J. G. WHITAKER Phones 168-131-216 Falls City. Neb. A Land for New Homes Do you realize the excellent chances of future benefits bound to accrue to you, if you make your new home in the Dig Horn Basin of Wyoming? \ou can homestead a Government Irrigated farm or buy one outright from private corporations, in either case on very easy terms, and your larin will be located in a scenic country of splendid climate, protected by grand mountain ranges with coal’ high grade oil, natural gas, timber, stone and cement material, all around you. Add to this the tact that the .Burlington's new W joining main line will traverse the heart of that country and you have not only a de sirable place 10 live, an excellent market for your products, but an absolute certainty of greatly increased value to your lands. Does not the history of land values that has gone on under your own ob servation make this plain to you? MONDELL 320 ACRE LANDS in Northwestern Wyoming are going fast. The government land ofiices in that locality are having an unprecedented rush oi work receiving tilings from homesteaders coming from all parts of the country, who realize the value ot these lands and the excellent character ot that country for a home. f personally conduct excursions on tin- first and third Tuesdays of each month Dto the Ihisiu and to these lands. Write me freely D. CLEM DEAYER, General Agent, Land Seekers Information Bureau, Omaha, Neb. 1004 Farnam St., Omaha. Nebr. The White Arm By Horatio Winslow (Copyright, by Dally Story Pub. Co.) As for me I liave no theories about it whatever, for though I aui a medical student such a tiling as the death of Anje lies out of our province; we deal only with things observed and noted down and approved. Ho if 1 tell the events as i saw them tout is ail that can be expected, for I am neither a theory spinner nor a student of psy chical research. It began in the laboratories when Thompson called me in to the end room which we used for topographical anatomy and where sometimes the cadavers lie for a day or so before llicy are disturbed. ‘‘I liave an idea,” said Thompson, "for a practical joke on Anje. You know how Anje has always set liini self up as a heart-breaker among the ladies?” “Yes.” And how he has told of liis conquests until everyone of us is* sick of them and him? Wei), this is the joke.” lie threw back a cloth from the bench at his knees. For a good min ute 1 stared at the body as if I had never seen a corpse before and for that matter l had never seen one like this. In our dissecting rooms we get the bodies black with preserving fluids and looking less like modern beings than Egyptian mummies. Blit this was as while as a liv ing body; whiter, for it was rather like marble. It was a girl, not such a had looking gir! in her time, with regular tea tares and neither fat nor thin. And she lay on that bench as if slip were a piece of statuary fresh from the sculptor’s hands. ‘‘Suicide,” Thompson said, "hut they took tier out of the river soon after she Jumped in. What do you think of this new preserving process?” ''laird!” I said. "It makes you tHink you are looking at a piece of statuary and tHat right arm is espe cially perfect." He bloke in on my speech. "I knew you would notice that right arm Isn’t it beautifully turned and chiseled? It is u masterpiece and witli it we shall plnv a joke on Anje that will be a masterpiece. You know Anje lias always beer, so infernally conceited about his love affairs and liis strong stomach. Now this is my idea. We will take (lie white arm and put it in Anje’s bed with the hand siieking out from the bed clothes. We will get Anje drunk and then we wvi 11 let him go to bed and wrake lip and find the arm there and then while he is still dizzy reason things out for himself Won't that hit him?” There was no opposition from me, for, like the rest. I was rather sick Of Anje’s love tales. Moreover T thought since he had been so melan choly and depressed for the past week or two an uncanny shock like this might wake him out of ills brooding and make him cheerful again. A mer ry cad Is very much more enjoyable than a sad one. And then the idea of Anje waking up in lied with the arm appealed to me. So the practical joke gathered head way and in due course of time ii be came known to everyone at the boarding house—that is. to ever;, oi.e except Anje. On the night on which i( was to be perpetrated I took Anje up into my room and talked to him till eight o’clock, when Thompson came up and winked signifying that the arm was tn place. Whereupon the three of us sallied forth into the night. As the liquor rose in Anje lie be came communicative but lie remained unutterably sad and dreary. He was no longer boasting of liis conquests; instead he was reproaching himself because he had played too fast and loose with some woman. “Now it’s no use.” lie kept repeat ing. "it's too late. It’s no use. She might have given me a chance.” And then as lie got drunker: “She didn’t have any reason to do what she did. I 1 rented her right. 1 never was arty worse tlinn anybody else " Ami when lie was still farther gone he repeated: “Ellen, Ellen. Ellen,” as j though it were a charm. rnompsoii uecame very nnicn ais- : gusted with him. “What's the use?” lie said, drawing me aside. “We can’t get hiru decent- j ly tinder. Let's take him home the way he is.” So we shifted Anje into a cab and, | once more back at the house, we watched outside his door while he un- , dressed. But there came no cry nor ( word nor movement of surprise from Anje's room. After his light went out we heard him creeping into bed. We waited a little longer but since Anje made no sound we climbed away to our bedrooms. As to Anje's death, no doubt you have read in the papers the details 1 of that very unsatisfactory affair; 1 how he was found the next morning: j how the detectives and the police ; rummaged about the house and the neighborhood looking for clews; how all the suspects arrested proved their innocence completely. But only two of us know what it was that really killed Anje. When Thompson and 1 on that Sun day morning first knocked on his door and then broke our way in, we saw him still lying in the bed, his face black from suffocation, his fes tures twisted in agony and about his neck, clenching the throat with a grip that seemed to personify hatred implacable, stretched the thumb and i u: tie white arm. "HER SECOND WIN'D" By W. C. SCOTT opy right, by Dally Story I*ub. Co.) Out uf live night that covers me, I)luik an the pit from pole to pole, I tlmnk whatever gods, may be i For my unconquerable soul. She stood at the window and looked out into the street, her form displayed t<» advantage in a Hose-fit ting suit (her last; all the others had l been sold) of stylish cut, against the daylight glare. "Wait for my second wind?” she scornfully cried; “I’d starve!” ‘There's Van Court; but not that!” She gazed into the mirror at a white, 1 : egard face, illuminated by two wild eyes. Thu reflection startled her. She impulsively pressed her lingers to her eyes and shuddered. Then she e enched her white hands—fear should not shake her resolve. Death must be welcome; tbe uncertainty of the nature of the hereafter could not altei her intention. The frowns of Fortune had driven her on. Surely it was not her fault, if she was not su tierior to the ills of life that menaced her. Her life was her own; she had no further use for it, and would end ii all. With a steady hand she opened flu dresser drawer (empty) anil took out a small bottle. Fascinated, she ga i d at the label, and with a strange exultation she read: “Carbolic acid.” "It was the cheapest—and it is cer tain!” She put the bottle down and her eyes fell upon her check book. She smiled bitterly. “Oh, I’m so hungry, but of what use are you to me?” Site (ticked the book up aim lessly, and at the contact a hot thought hissed into her bewildered brain. Her eyes glared and her cheeks flared a dull red. "Why not? Why not?" she panted. Now her limbs were trembling, and she sat down abruptly. But. in an instant she stood up rigid, the thought still hiss ing in her brain. "I'll do It!—It—Is—my—second— wind!” Anil then a hopeless expression clouded tlie glitter in her eyes and she sank limply back into tlie chair moaning; "No, no! Let me think!" Suddenly a harsh exclamation leaped from her dry lips. She leaped to her feet and ran across the room to the dresser. "I'm getting it—my second wind," the woman panted. She looked at the face in tlie mir ror with new interest. It was pale, but calm, determined; and the large eyes were steady, resolute and fear less. Deftly she rearranged her hair; put on her hat and veil, and taking tlie check book went out into the hall. She tapped on a door to the left. A middle-aged lady opened it. "Oil, Mrs, Warner, I wonder if you would allow me to wear your furs downtown. I have •some good news. You know where my own are." "Why, my dear girl, of course you can. I hope it will be your second wind, as you call it. And, now, when you come back I want you to stay for supper, Miss Roberts,” invited Mrs. Warner, as she brought the furs. "Thank you; oh. thank you so r,nich! ! know t Is Is; v:H turn out all light l; 11:i*- ;Tor to." site u'.iisp red to ii r. pit as she ran down to the . Licet. She looked very stylish, and a. she turned into Macbeth-Ward's piano store, tlie manager himself sprang forward to open the door. "A piano? Ahm, yes. Please step this, way, lady. Here is an elegant up right, mahogany, for $S00, five per cent, off for cash." "Yes, lady, the first tuning is free of charge. You would like to hear its tone? Simpson; here, please." ( “I would like a higher tone," de clared Miss Roberts. "We will change it,” said the man ager. “Thank you. Then, I'll take this instrument. You will deliver it to- j morrow? Oh, the next day; very well. Tlie address—Miss Nanie Roberts, 1728 Falrview place. You said five per cent, off for cash? I’ll pay you now-; the amount is, let me see— $760. Isn’t that right?” she asked as she produced tlie cheek book.. The man ager bowed and handed her an ele gant fountain pen. She smiled de preciatingly, and pushed the check book over to him. UuUiii you iimm tilling it out. i m not familiar with the—the—thank you so much." lie wrote the check and she signed it. Then, smiling, he bowed her out with an elaborate flourish. “I don't know her, and she was easy, so 1 just raised it a hundred,” laughed the manager to his assistant. “Good instrument, though.’’ At four o'clock the next day there was a hurried rap on Miss Roberts’ door. She drew a quick breath, \ opened it and confronted a small boy who thrust an envelope into her hand. She broke the’ seal. It contained a note and her check. The note ran: “Some error—no funds; please call. Macbeth-Wards Piano Co.” “I’ll arrange to drop in to-morrow',” she said to the boy, and closed the door. Flushed and trembling, she rushed to the window and inspected the returned check. Yes, thank good ness!—there w as the piano company’s bold indorsement on the back; and the bank teller had neglected to mark the check. She hurried out and down to the bank (not the same bank). In an hour she was seated in a parlor car steaming away from self-destruc- i tion and the town she hated to think about. On her pale face was a hap py smile, and the cause in her pocket, a roll of greenbacks she had wi -ely ( xch: ’ vd gold for. “Of two sins 1 chose the lesser, and one 1 can undo some da' ;" and. she added, softly; "T have my second wind ” | SeffVGre&t SaJe on S\iits and Overcoats Men's $20.00 and $18.00 Suits and Overcoats $14.5 Special value in Men’s Suits and Overcoats at Young Men s Sutts and Overcoats, aj>e 14 to 20 years, a snap at $7.50. Boys’ Knickerbocker Suits, two pairs pats, marked down to <■* - c-, '**• -• ve-v— Overshoes and Rubbers for all the family. We bought our Rubber Footwear before the rise in rubber, and can therefore save you money. Come in and look . Ml. j FF A Special"Sale of mmamr: Cut Glass Samples We have purchased Cut Glass Samples of one of the best houses in the business, and offer them to you next week At Prices Much Below their Real Value 1 hey will be displayed in our south window. A saving to you. See the line of hand-painted and rail plates, at Chas. M. Wilson's 5 I WANTED Morses and Mules 4 TC1J20 YEARS OLD Just so they are fat and broke to work. You farmers all saw me buy a load last Saturday a week ago. I bought every one that came in, I can give you more for a fat one than any man that travels the road. I buv all kinds, from a cheap one to as good as grows. They never get to good for me. I buy 1 more than any of them. Don’t come in and tell me what you have got at home- fetch them in and give me a chance at them and try others. I WILL BE IN FALLS CITY At Chapman’s Feed Yard Saturday Nov. 19-20 | Two davs. Be sure and come in. I want to buy two loads. Don't forget the date. Tell your neighbors. MOON STENSON RICHMOND, VA. THE MAN WHO BUYS THEM ALL _ EDGAR R. MATHERS ID B. N TI © T Phones: Nos. 177, 217 Sam'l. Wahl Building DR. C. N. ALLISON dentist Phone 248 Over Richardson County Bank. FALLS CITY. NEBRASKA VI F*. ROBERTS IDIS.NITIST Office over Kerr’s Pharmacy Office Phone 260 Residence Phone 271 CLEAVER & SEBOLD INSURANCE REAL ESTATE AND LOANS NOTARY IN OFFICE i \JUU1**' n Ak 4P y Advertising is the fer jty tilizer of dull businesi ff soil. Its work is magic. Thin, Ip 9 weazened trade becomes a thing of El 9 power when its r< o! - feel the healthy I) I sunlight of publicity. ■ I YOLR AD. I’M OLR NEXT ISSLE I 9 WILL PROVE If. M (Copyright, Wei. by \V. X. r.)