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" -rr - jt v - J J, lw i K l- IT --Jve- -- . 1 B - 4 f "" 'w..'j Hr- ' . ', r-- e 1 - - mtntal .: . &?- && ' Hl ' '' -,. tx. "i,3fc iMT'S! ;:: -a, f?. .-.. c VOLUME XXVIL NUMBER 33. COLUMBUS, NEBRASKA. WEDNESDAY. NOVEMBER 25, 1806. WHOLE NUMBER 1,385. irf -. --c- .-4 " IE oi .. . .. r zj ' : ri i rn I Thanksgiving Day. I ' T' f rjmWwk ?- HAT if the gold of the corn lands Is faded to som bre gray? And what if the down of the thistle ripened and 6cattered away? There's gold in the gath ered harvest; There's homely and hcartsome cheer; And so wc will be full joyous The day of thanksgiving is here. A sigh for the vanished splendor Of the autumn's purple and red For the golden-rod that is whitened, For the gentian bloom that is dead; Then turn to the hearthstone cheery; Behold, 'tis the time of year To count our blessings and mercies The day of thanksgiving is here. Bare and brown in the shadows. The nieadowland meets the gaze, Where the bold, blithe bee went peek ing Its sweets in the summer days. The honey is stored in plenty So what if the winter is near? The time is not one for repining The day of thanksgiving is here. The fruit has matured in its season. The sunshine has ripened the seed, Then sing to the Lord of the harvest A song of thanksgiving indeed. The morn and the moon have passed by us; Tis the sweet afternoon of the year; So let not your tribute be lacking The day of thanksgiving is here. Hattie Whitney. i2 fc&S JfrtANGIVINGl HERE was a sad heart in the low- storied, dark little house that stood humbly by the roadside under some tall elms. Small as her house was, old Mrs. Robb found it too large for herself alone; she only needed the kitchen and a tiny bedroom that led out of it, and there still remained the best room and a bedroom, with the low ganet overhead. There had been a time, after she was left alone, when Mrs. Robb could help those who were poorer than herself. She owned a pig, and wts strong enough not only to do a woman's work inside her house, but also a man's work outside in her piece of garden ground. At last sickness and age had come hand in hand, those two relentless enemies of the poor, and to gether they had wasted her strength and substance. She had always been looked up to by her neighbors as be ing independent, but now she was left, lame-footed and lame-handed, with a debt to carry and her bare land, and the house ill-provisioned to stand the lege of time. For a while she man aged to get on, but at last it began to be whispered about that it was no use for any one to be so proud; it was eas- fer for the whole town to care for her than for a few neighbors, and she had better go to the poorhouse before win ter, and be done with it. At this ter rible suggestion her brave heart seemed to stand still. The people ithom she cared most for happened to be poor, and she could no longer go into their households to make herself of use. The very elms overhead seemed to say "No" ae they groaned in the late autumn winds, and there was some thing appealing even to strange passers-by in the look of the little gray bouse, with Mrs. Robb's pale, worried face at the window. Anniversaries arc days to make other people happy in, but sometimes when they come they seem to be full of sha dpws, and the power of giving joy to others, that inalienable right which ought to lighten the saddest heart, the most indifferent sympathy, sometimes even this seems to be withdrawn. So poor old Mary Ann Robb sat at her window on the afternoon before Thanksgiving and felt herself to be poor and sorrowful indeed. Across the frozen road she looked eastward over a great stretch of cold meadow-land, brown and windswept and crossed by . icy ditches. It seemed to her as if in all the troubles that she had known and carried before this, there had al- ' ways been seme hope to hold, as if he had never looked poverty full in the face and seen its cold and pitiless look before. She looked anxiously down the road, with a horrible shrink ing and dread at the thought of being asked, out of pity, to join in some Thanksgiving feast, but there was no body coming with gifts in hand. Once she had been full of love for such days, whether at home or abroad, but some- " thins had. chilled her very heart now, - poor old woman. Her nearest neighbor had been fore most of those who wished her to go to the town-farm, and he had said more than once that It was the only sensible lata. But John Mauder was waiting ik t w-r - r 'KSBBil Cfiw Hf " ft I t'l 4 1I3 I 4 lMa patiently to get her tiuy farm into his own hands. He had advanced some money upen it in her extremity, and pretended that there was still a debt, after he had cleared her wood lot to pay himeelf back. He would plow over the graves in the field-corner and fell the great elms, and waited for his poor prey like a spider. He had often re proached her for being too generous to worthless people in the past and com ing to be a charge to others now. Oh, if she could only die in her own house and not suffer the pain of homeless ness and dependence! It was just at sunset, and as she looked out hopelessly across the gray fields, there was a sudden gleam of light far away on the low hills beyond. the clouds opened in the west and let the sunshine through. One lovely gleam shot swift as an arrow and brightened a far cold hillside where it fell, and at the same moment a sudden gleam of hope brightened the winter landscape of her heart. "There was Johnny Harris," said Mary Ann, softly. "He was a soldier's son, left an orphan and distressed. Old John Mander scolded, but I couldn't see the poor boy want. I kep' him that year after he got hurt, spite o' what anybody said, an' lie helped me what little lie could. He said I was the only mother he'd ever had. Tm goin out West, Mother Robb,' says he. 'I shan't come back til! I get rich,' an' then he'd look at me an' laugh, so pleasant an' boyish. He wa'n't one that liked to write. I don't think he was doin' very well when I heard there, it's years ago now. I always thought if he got sick or anything. I should have a good home for him. There was Ezra Blake, the deaf one, loo he won't have any place to come to " The light faded out of doors, and again Mrs. Robb's troubles stood before her. Yet it was not so dark as it had been in her sad heart. She still sat by the window, hoping now, in spite of herself, instead of fearing; and a curi ous feeling of nearness and expectancy made her feel not so much light-hearted as light-headed. "I feel just as if somethin' was goin' to happen," she said. "Poor Johnny Harris, perhaps he's thinkin' o me, if he s alive. It was dark now out of doors, and there were tiny clicks against the win dow. It was beginning to snow, and the great elms creaked in the rising wind overhead. I A dead limb of one of the old trees had fallen that autumn, and poor fire wood as it had been, it was Mrs. Robb's own. and she had burnt it most thank fully. There was only a small armful left, but at least she could have the luxury of a fire. She had a feeling that it was her last night at home, and with strange recklessness she began to fill the stove as she used to do in better days. "I'll get me good an warm," she said, still talking to herself, as lonely people do, "an I'll go to bed early. It's comiu' on to storm." The snow clicked faster and faster against the window, and she sat alone thinking in the dark. "There's lots o folks I love," she said once. "They'd be sorry I ain't got nobody to come an' no supper the night afore Thanksgivin'. I'm dreadful glad they don't know." And she drew a lit tle nearer to the fire, and laid her head back drowsily in the old rocking-chair. It seemed only a moment before there j was a loud knocking, and somebody lifted the latch of the door. The fire i shone bright through the front of the old stove and made a little light in the room, but Mary Ann Robb waked up frightened and bewildered. "Who's there?" she called, as she found her crutch and went to the door. She was conscious of only her one great, fear. "They've come to take me to the poorhouse!" she said, and burst into tears. There was a tall man, not John Man der, who seemed to fill the narrow door way. 'MMjMkzimm. THERE WAS A TALL MAN. "Come, let me in!" he said gayly. "It's a cold night. You didn't expect me, did you. Mother Robb?" "Dear-me! What is it?"-she faltered, stepping back as he came in and drop ping her crutch. "Be I dreamin'? I was a-dreamin' about Oh there! What was I a-sayin'? 'Tain't true! No! I've made some kind of a mistake." Yes, this was the man who kept the poorhouse, and she would go without complaint; they might have given her notice, but she must not fret. "Sit down, sir," she said, turning to ward him with touching patience. n J ' I ii iH fey 3l!ltfj "You'll have to give me a little tine. If I'd been notified I wouldn't have kept you waiting a minute this cold night" It was not the keeper. The man by the door took one step forward and put his arm round her and kissed her. "What are you talkin' about?" said I John Harris. "You ain't goin' to make me feel like a stranger. I've come all the way from Dakota to spend Thanks givin'. There's all sorts o things out here in the wagon, an' a man to help get 'em in. Why don't you cry so, Mother Robb. I thought you'd have a great laugh if I come an' surprised you. Don't you remember I said I should?" It was John Harris indeed. The poor soul could say nothing. She felt now as if her heart was going to break with joy. He left her in the rocking-chair and came and went in his old bonny way, bringing in his store of gifts and provisions. It was better than any dream. He laughed and talked and went out to send the man to bring a wagonful of wood from John Mander's, and came in himself laden with pieces of the nearest fence to keep the fire go ing in the meantime. They must cook the steak for supper right away; they must find the package of tea among all the other bundles; they must get good fires started in both the bedrooms. Why, Mother Robb didn't seem to be ready for company from out West! The great cheerful fellow hurried about the tiny house, and the little, old woman limped after him, forgetting everything but hospitality. Had not she a house for John to come to? Were not her old chairs and tables in their places still? And he remembered everything "DON'T YOU CRY SO!" and kissed her as they stood before th fire as if she were a girl. He had found plenty of hard times, but luck had come at last. He had struck luck, and this was the end of a great year. "No, I couldn't seem to write letters; no use to complain o the worst, an I wanted to tell you the best when I came"; and he told it while she cooked the supper. "No, I wa'n't goin' to write no foolish letters," John repeated. He was afraid he should cry himself when he found out how bad things had been; and they sat down to supper together, just as they used to when he was a homeless orphan boy, whom nobody else wanted in winter weather while he was crippled and could not work. She could not be kinder now than she was then but she looked so nnnr anil nlrlt He saw her taste her cup of tea and set jt down again, with a trembling hand and a look at him. "No, I wanted to come myself," he blustered, wiping his eyes and trying to laugh. "And you're going to have everything you need to make vou comfortable lone's vnn liv i - -- t Motner kodd: She looked at him again and nodded, but she did not even try to speak. There was a good, hot supper ready, and her own folks had come; it was tho night before Thanksgiving. THANKSGIVING The old-time honored custom of mak ing a festival at Thanksgiving, as, in deed, at all other national holidays, is simple, beautiful, right. No greater argument can be ad vanced In favor of these holidays than that we continue zealously to keep them up in letter if not in spirit. When we think of the terrible hard ships the Puritans were constantly un dergoing, and yet of the feast which they spread in the wilderness when we think of their brave cheery ways, of their courage that stopped at nothing, and of that first primeval Thanksgiv ing dinner with its attendant praise service and air of hearty cheer, we can not help regretting that a little of that old-time sentiment has not descended to the present generation. We who have everything to be thank ful for are often thankful for little. We who are surrounded by every comfort ae often as ungrateful as if we were surrounded by none. If one does not appreciate one's mercies, one may as well have calamities, for what docs prosperity signify if one is not glad? Let us then be truly, heartily glad foi the beautiful world that surrounds us, for the books, the flowers, the pictures, the music, the love of kith and kin, the lisping words of children, the helpful hands of friends for all this and much more which we Teceive with apparent indifference. i.:;ki ,ii,L HJ& hi fZ : -r" : V" "a "n nj... AY, Bill, 'spose we fellows give Widow Cray a regular sur prise party Thanks giving eve. "I heard those Mai Hand boys x.J4'. i. n bragging to little Tom Gray what a splendid Thanksgiv- iVlL -"ing they were going to have, and Tom said, 'I guess we used to have as good a time as anybody when father was alive; but mother says we mustn't expect a turkey or a mince pie thi3 year.' "I lay awake last night ever so long, and planned it all out. You and I will go up to 'Squire Fiske father says he's got a big heart and I shouldn't won der, if we tell him how hard Widow Gray works to get along and keep the boys at school, if he'll give the turkey, arid then the biggest thing of all will be off my mind. "Then I want at least six pumpkins, and here comes in the fun these 'sur prise pumpkins' will be such pumpkins as you've never seen in all your life. You just come up to our barn to-night, at seven o'clock, and bring your pock etknifc, sharpened up, and I'll show you wiiat I mean by 'surprise pump kins.' " And seven o'clock that November i night found as jolly and happy a half dozen boys as you'd wish to see, col lected in Mr. Emery's barn. Six of the biggest pumpkins one oval in shape and six boys and six knives busy at work on the straw-covered floor. m lI'li'Yj' THIS WAS THE PROGRAMME. First the pumpkins were cut in two ::arts,bout two-thirds from the base; then both parts were scooped out, leav ing the yellow rind about an inch in thickness; then a green willow withe or switch was cut the right length and put into th.: smallest part of the divid ed pumpkin (the cover), for a handle. Then the boys put a thin coat of var nish over their work, and left to dry 3n a shelf in the barn a row of splendid new-fashioned orange-colored di&hes and covers! The next three days were busy days, I can tell you, for the surprise party; but 'Squire Fiske gave the turkey Mid the "fixings" celery and cranberries and Joe's mother made a real Yan- ivv-vi iiuui-iuuuiug, auu ii in a sicici 1 made two such pies, as Will said mince and squash and the other boys' ' mothers and sisters made doughnuts j and cookies and all sorts of "goodies" for the Thanksgiving tea. On Thanksgiving eve, at eight p. ra., might have been seen a torchlight pro cession moving across the mealow from Mr. Emery's barn, and along the lane that led to Widow Gray's cottage at the other end of the village. And this was the programme: Two boys with Chinese lanterns; two little Chinamen bearing on a pole b? tween them a real Chinese tea-chest filled with tea and sugar; wheelbar row, alternately wheeled by Joe Em ery and Will Somerby. On each side of Cream of Chestnuts Croutons Fricassee of Oysters Olives Roast Turkey Giblet Stuffing Cranberry Sauce Mashed Potatoes Diced Turnip New Cider Apollinaris White Velvet Sherbet Roast Duck Currant Jelly viy "31 f j - &2Ktm m$k M? JM of -. W$mL . :.,,:.. -. .Wffl,'KTB . 4 iW,iiJl, , ,'', I i jWMiJysk 'lite, ft Jt&t c!' the barrow two pumpkins containini pies, doughnuts, etc. One pumpkin ii front with celery and cranberries large oval pumpkin in the center witl turkey, decorated with laurel sprigs spaces filled up with white potatoes ant sweet potatoes; at the head of the bar row, on pole, a little banner" Thanksgiving greeting from thi friends of Mrs. Gray." Now, don't you think Joe Emery': was a new and jolly "pumpkin lark ?" B. P. Let Us Be Thankful, j OME from Hamlei and city, Home o'er rivei and sea, : The boys and girls wmtMz To keep Thauks- If&ySV i giving with me Ir.iaiV' Hlich is a Indirp. tbev icll me, And John is a learned di vine. They were always more than common, Those sturdy lads of mine. Laura, my pride, my darling, And my little Rosalie, And the children all are coming To keep Thanksgiving with me. The great world's din is softened Eie it reaches this abode, This mountain farm, that lieth Under the smile of God. So open the doors ami windows, And let in the golden air, Sweep out the dust and cobwebs, And make the old home fair. For swift from Hamlet and city Swift over river and sea, My boys and girls are hasting To keep Thanksgiving with me. Agnes Kincaid. Lovea Service. Love always gives. Service has a thousand forms, says the Christian Herald. Sometimes it is poverty that stands at our door and relief is want ed. More often it is not money nor bread, but something more precious, friendship, sympathy. Sorrow or lone liness is before us. A mother's heart is breaking. Money would be useless it would be mockery. But we can hold to the neighbor's lips a cup of the wine of love, filled out of our own heart, which will hearten the sufferer. Or it is the anguish of a life struggle, a human Gethsemane, beside which we are called to watch. We can give no actual aid the soul must fight its bat tles alone; but we can be as the angel that ministered to our Lord's Gethse mane imparting strength and helping the weary struggler to win the victory. The world is very full of sorrow and trial, and we cannot live among our fellow men and be true without sharing their loads. If we are happy we must hold the lamp of our happiness so that it will fall upon the shadowed heart. If we have no burden, it is our duty to put our shoulders under the load of others. Selfishness must die or else our own heart's life must be frozen within us. Wc soon learn that we can not live for ourselves and be Christ ians; that the blessings that are sent us are to be shared with others and that we are only God's almoners to carry them in Christ's name to those for whom they were intended. Thank fnl. "I don't eee what makes people go tt football games on Thanksgiving Day," remarked his wife. "It hasn't any thing to do with the spirit of the oc casion." "Oh, yes, it has," was the reply. "1 never went to a football game in mj life that I didn't feel tremendously thankful that I wasn't one of the play ers." Ex. The above goes very well with tin experience of the little girl, who, locked up the dog in a dark closet while the family were at church ThanksgivJna Day, so that he might be thankful! when they came home and let him out Hominy Brussels Sprout Apple and Celery Salad Cheese .Wafers Thanksgiving Plum Pudding Hard Sauce Squash Pie Mince Pic Fruit Nuts Confe.-tionery Coffee ntml fc II mm .vs ij I. It U3C lap OIL A frUEU A Probability That It WU1 ttttm If i l?Mi la the Xavy. 'The naty-departaent has been en gaged in the fast two yean la making experimenif with a view io lftYrig some economical and feasible plan for the use of oil as fuel for Vessels. It begins to look as if the problem' were already solved, or were very near solu tion. The problem is of especial inter est to the navy department jtwt now, because of the need of torpedo boats of a high speed. If such a speed can be reached at all. it can be reached more easily with the use of oil as fuel rather than coal, provided the transmission of energy can be secured sithply and econ omically. In an attack by torpedo boats upon a squadron of war vessels, two of the most important features are speed and secrecy. Indeed, the two are almost synonymous, for the reason that it is always advisable to make aa at tack by torpedo boats at night; and un der such conditions the more swiftly a torpedo boat moves, the greater are its chances of getting near to a fleet before discovery. The unusual rapidity of advance also serves to disconcert the gunners of the fleet, and, by reducing the time by which the torpedo boats may be under fire, renders the attack more likely to be successful. The ad vantages to be derived from the use of oil as fuel are many and noteworthy. In the first place, the weight of the fuel Itself is an important matter, as every pound counts upon the speed of the lit tle torpedo boat. It Is also true that in case of a long voyage, the substitution of oil as fuel would make a decided dif ference in what is called the steaming radius. That is. the leneth of vovace a boat may take, using the fuel on board until its supply is exhausted. It Is calculated that a vessel which may have a steaming radius of 1,000 miles with a certain bulk of coal would have a steaming radius of 2,000 miles with an equal bulk of petroleum. There are also to be considered some other impor tant details. With the use of coal as fuel, there exists 'the necessity for the constant employment of stokers on board of a war vessel, in order that coal may be fed to the grates and ashes may be removed from time to time. All this, of course, means so many men, and a large amount of work constantly going on, even in a little torpedo boat, so long as that boat may be in use. With the employment of oil as fuel, however; the stoker Is practi cally abolished, as the fuel is fed auto matically to the grate by a spray, and there are no ashes to be handled. Briefly described, the apparatus used by the naval experts in their recent tests consisted of an ordinary firebox over the grate bars, in which were laid grooved bricks, the oil being propelled to these bricks by a fan-shaped spray. As the air is constantly passing through the grooves of the bricks, and uniting with the burning oil on those bricks, the latter become themselves heated to a red heat, and the amount of heat directed upon the boiler be comes reasonably constant and subject to easy regulation. Compressed air is used for purposes of draught and foi spraying the oil. According to the report of the naval experts to Secretary Herbert, one pound of oil was found to evaporate from sev enteen to twenty pounds of water. This is about twice as good results as could be obtained from the use of coal. As regards speed, the experiment seems to show an increase of about 5 per cent in the rate of speed, although the con ditions were not the most favorable to the use of oil, the boat having been built for coal-burning engines. Possi bly with the construction of a boat especially built for tho use of oil as fuel for the engines, a speed of about two knots per hour greater than that possible in the ordinary torpedo boat might be secured. Boston Advertiser. A Naval Engagement. The new American navy has not yet produced any such incidents as one which is reported from Toulon con cerning some French naval maneuvers. The new cruiser Vatour began to carry on target practice in the presence of the fleet. Instead of hitting the float ing target she sent three shots into the admiral's ship, the Brennus. The first two only struck the bridge on which the admiral was standing, but the prac tice improved and the third shot brought clown the steersman. Admiral Gervais thought that this was getting close enough and gave the signal "Cease firing." New York Journal. The Folly of L'nbelief. In view of the prevailing and abid ing love of Him in whose hands all power in heaven and on earth is lodged what a folly seems our unbelief! And what a sin and ehame our worry. We have but the duty of the present, the provision for the morrow is our Fath er's care. And because He cares and wills that wc should have the help that never fails His trusting children in their hour of need we can put our whole strength into the moment's work, assured that the morrow's task will never be allowed to pass beyond the morrow's strength. A firatlfjins Goal. Chipper Sponger celebrated the 71st anniversary of his birth yesterday. It must have been a happy goal for him to attain. Lippei- Why so for him any more than any other man? Chipper Why, he's been a borrower all his life and now he has reached that point where he can live on borrowed time. Richmond Dispatch. The-GIaea Eye. "I suppose," said the man in the yel low ulster, "it doesn't hurt your glass eye when you get anything in it?" "Does it look as if it would ever be likely to have a pane in it?" responded the other, frigidly. And he gave him the glassy stare. Indianapolis Journal Her Opinion. Mr. Bashful (after years of steady calling) If if I should pro-propose to to to any one, what would you think? Mies Longwait I'd think the world was coining to an end. Chips. Literal. Female Admirer How delightful it must De lor you to make your living by your pen? Modern Author But 1 don't; I make it by my typewriter. Buffalo Express. Another Pink Pill Enthusiast n. 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Pink Pills cured me, and I will never be without them as long as I can get them. I never fall to recom mend them to anyone who Is suffering from rheumatism, as they have done so much for me, and 1 know they wlJ do It for others. "For years I was troubled with rheu matism in Its worst form. There was hardly a minute that I did not suffer. during a period of twenty years. The pain was not always in the same place, but was all through the system. Dur ing the day, while I was not at all free from nain. It was not So bad as at night, when the pain seemed to concentrate in one spot, and was so Intense that sleep was Impossible for me or anyone around me, and I have paced the floor all night. At times the cords of my wrist would becomo cramped and knotted so that It would seem as if something was gnawing through the bone, and the place would be black and blue for days after. "At last, after I had tried several other kinds of medicines without any effect, I tried Pink Pills, and had not taken one box when I saw that they were helping me right along. When I had taken the second box the rheuma tism was entirely gone, and I have not had it since, and that was three years ago. Since I have been cured I havo felt like another woman. I cannot speak too highly for Pink Pills for Pale People, and I would recommend them to anyone that is suffering from any form of rheumatism. They are the mildest medicine I have ever taken. Why, you can let one of the pills He on your tongue until It dissolves, and only a pleasant taste will result from it. One does not notice the action of th pIllB either, but they do more work In a given time than a dozen of the or dinary bitter pills." When asked how she came to take Pink Pills. Mrs. Beebe said: "Well, I saw in the paper a statement that was sworn to by a man that had suffered from nearly the same trouble that I had, only I do not think it was quite so severe, and I thought surely they woul not put in a false affidavit, and I wa positive that no one would swear to a falsehood, they ought not to at least, and as It would cost only fifty cents to try It, I bought a box with the re sults I have just related to you. Dr. Williams Pink Pills contain, 1c a condensed form, all the elements necessary to give new life and richness to the blood and restore shattered nerves. They are also a specific for troubles peculiar to females, such as suppression?, irregularities and all forms of weakness. They build up the blood, and restore the glow of henlth to pale and sallow cheeks. In men they effect a radical cure in all cases aris ing from mental worry, overwork or excesses of whatever nature. Pink Pills are sold in boxes (never in l'jose bulk) at 50 cents a box, or six boxes for SL'.oO. and may be had of all druggists, or di rect by mail from Dr. Williams' Medi cine Company, Schenectady, N. Y. NOTES OF THE DAY. Missouri's cattle are conservatively valued at 2S,000,000. Wood for tennis racquets is kept five years before being used. Sportsmen are shooting bass in tho Potomac. The water in the river 13 low and clear. A poor North Carolina fanner turned up a gold nugget on his farm, and has since refused fabulous prices for his lands. Save In the Ottoman empire, Persia. Arabia, Siam, China and the interior of African countries, slavery is now extinct. Texan In the agricultural 'ine, Texas leads all other states in the variety of its products. Cotton, corn, and the cereals prow and are raised in every section of the state and in the central and south ern portions sugar cane and sorghum cane are profitably cultivated. On the Gulf Coast two or three crops of veg etables are raised each year. Berries are shipped six weeks in advance of the home crop in the nowh. i'cars. peaches, plums, oranges, figs, olives, and nuts all grow abundantly and can be marketed from two to three weeks in advance of the California crops Large quantities of riceare now grown. If the land seeker, the home seeker. and the settler desires to secure a farm larger than the o::e he occupies, on vastly more reasonable terms; if he wants more land to cnltivate, a preater variety of crops to harvest, with pro portionately increased remuneration, at a less outlay for ecbt of production. if he wants an earlier season, with correspondingly higher prices; if he wants milder winter, all the year pas turage for his stock, improved health, increased bodily comforts and wealth and prosperity he should jro to Texas. Jrend for pamphlet descriptive of the resources of this great state (mailed free). Low rate home seekers' excur sions via the Missouri, Kansas &. Texas railway on December 1st and 15th, 189(5. 1I. A. Cherrier, Northern Pas senger agent, 32G Marquette Building, Chicago, I1L WISDOM. ! Money is the pick-lock that never fails. Where there is no money there Is no devil. Scatter sound literature, and the harvest will come in due season. The more you praise a man who don't deserve it the more you abuse him. Bicycles seem to have taken the place of brass candlesticks for wedding pres ents. A weak constitution can be strengthened, but a weak set of brains can't. Everybody in this world wants watching, but noue more than our selves. One of the hardest things in the world is for a man who is stuck up to get down. The top round of the ladder is an imaginary oce; nobody has ever reached it yet. A wise man is never confounded by what he can't understand, but a fool generally is. THE OLD RELIABLE. Columbus State Bank (Oldest Bank in the State.) Fajs iRterest 01 Tiis Dcpjib .M Mates Lub n BealEUtt ISSUKS SIGHT DKASTS OX Oiualia, Cblcago, New York; lrmlneimmSmH, SELLS STEAMSHIP TICKETS. BUYS GOOD NOTES And helps Its customers w hen they need halp OFFICE!:. AND DIRECTORS: Lkaxpkk Gerrard, Pres't. K. II. Hknrv, Vice Pres't.. M. Bruoger, Cashier. Joit.v Stauffer, Wst BtrcuER. COMMERCIAL UK OF COLUMBUS. NEB., HAS AX Authorized Capital of Paid in Capital, - $500,000 90,000 OrriCKHM: C. 11. PI1ELHOX, PrrVt. II. I. II. OKHLKICH. Vice Pret DANIEL SCHKAM. Cashier. FKAKK KOKKK. Asst. Tasli'r. DIRECT RS: P. II. nt:i.io.v. II. I. II. OEHI.IIIt'11. J(iv.s Wkmtii. W. A. McAi.ustek, C. It I. K I EX K K. H. C G It AY. Fiiank Komcr.u. STOCKII LDERS: S iii:i.da Elms J. Hkmiv Wckiikmax, Cl-AUK CltAV. IlKMlY l.OSKKl DAMLIi Sen HAM. A. I. II. Oku much, Kt:tn:tCA Uf.ckki:. ;:o. . Cai.i.kv. I. I. IIei-kkk Estate, II. M. WIXM.OW. Rank of Deposit: nterest allowed on tinio deposits: buy and sell exchange on Unltcl State-: and Europe, and )uy and sell avall alilcMM'tirllles Ve shall ho pleased to rr ceive your liii-Inesi. U'e solicit your pat ron a sc. l-tB&- i-t2- Columbus loud! A weekly newspaper de voted the bestinterestsof COLUMBUS IHECONNTrOFPUTTE, The State ol Nebraska THE UNITED STATES AND THE REST OF MANKIND The unit of measure with us is $1.50 A YEAR, IF PAID IN ADVANCE. But our limit of usefuli is cot prescribed by dollars and cents. Sample copies sent free to auy address. HENRY GASS, TTjSTDERTAJKER ! Collins : am! : 31 eta I lie : Cases! IS" Repairing of clUcindsof Uphol ttery Goods. :.tf CGLU5IRC8. NERHASKA- THE Goium&ys Journal is ritEiAi:rn to rtrissisn astthiso REtjCIREU Or A PRINTING OFFICE. -WITn THE- -oriHf- COUNTRY. I &3EflalXUl "ilWOPWWlj