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THE COURIER. 11 0VV Actual timo traveling. 31 hours to Salt Lako. CI hours to San Francisco. CS hours to Portland. 77 hours to Los Angeles. FROM LINGOLN, NUB City office, 1014 O street. Advertising What a lot of free d vertising the Burlington must receive if it is true, as some people say that "a pleased passenger is a railroad's best advertise ment!" To all points east, west, north and south, the Bur lington has well equipped and unparalleled service. Geoc:e W. Bonnell, re the out m RODTE TO THE SOTf Oome and (See XT V. O. Towwsznd, P. D. Corkill, G. P. 4 T. Agt. C. P. k T. Ajt A Louis. Ma 1201 UM WANTED SSS ach county to take orders for Nurserj tock, and are willing to pay well for Sood work. Wo agree to REPLACE PREE anything that dies from natural causes. We also have a choice lino of SEED POTATOES. Give us a trial. THE HAWKS NURSERY COMPANY Milwaukee. Wis. See My New Dress? This is an old dress, Strong, Sure, but no one Fast, Beautiful and Cbeap knows V that, for its color is new and fresh, ioc. and a few stitches are all it cost. Diamond Dyes should be in every household Diamond Dyes 1A . QaMIid A VCtS. Sold by lSrSkPTmiE f"'VYp-'t''Jjfc yV vVxTTT W- ,m VI 13 " II v- HECTOR'S Pharmacy (( j i. The feeble light, which crept down ward between towering tenement walls and vaguely through the grimy panels of the sngle window, fell brightest on the still gray face of a woman out stretched on a heap of straw and rags in a corner. It was a worn old face, lat ticed with wrinkles. Once It had been kindly and motherly, but now now the unseeing eyes were open and fixed with a fishy stare; the toothless mouth gaped wide as from a dying gasp; the white hair spread crumpled over the contorted features and was still grasped by the skinny hand that had wrenched it loose in a last convulsion. Over the outstretched body bent an old man. He knelt beside the heap mumbling and sobbing. The feeble light touched faintly his silver hair. The door was banged open and two men plunged in, upsetting a broken chair. "J low's the old woman?" yelled one. There was no answer. "D'ye hear, old man? How's yer old woman?" he repeated louder. "Say, paw, how's maw?" cried the other, and giggled vacantly. "Keckon th' old man's daft," said the first turning toward the corner where the straw heatf lay. He saw the wo man's head with the light falling on It. "Maw's fainted, Jim," he said, "dam if she ain't I'll fetch her out. though blame quick," he added. He drew from his pocket a black whiskey llask and be gan unsteadily to pour the liquid into the gaping mouth. "Hi, hi! Her mouth's Just waltin' for it made t' order," he laughed. "Stop that, you dam fool!" yelled Jim. "Old woman's dead, you idyot. What you wastin' good whiskey like that firr I "Sh' ain't dead. She's fainted." , "You lie; she's dead." "She's jest fainted an I'm goln' f bring 'er to. See?" "You fool, she's dead." "Huh! Play yer game er euchre to see whtthcr sbe's deader not.'' He put the llask to his own lips and drank as I 1 he spoke. Jim laughed. "All right," he said. . "She's dead, an the game'll prove It. j Come on!" I They drew a box which served for a table up to the window and righted the fallen chairs. Jim drew a greasy deck of cards from his pocket and unsteadily dealt the hands. Then they played si lently, though with frequent pulls at the whiskey bottle until It was emptied. The old iun still kntlt mumbling over the outstretched body. He held one of the withered hands in his. "Mollie. love," he said softly. "You're so beautiful, Mollie. I love you so much so much! Darling Mollie! "We're goln' to get married pretty soon very soon now. My own Mollie!" He began swaying to and fro croon ing In his old thin voice his favorite love-song. "Mollie Darling." "Old man's tuned up reglar operatic style," s-aid Jim. "1 hat's pretty good op'ratiu! Sort of a Pattl, ain't he? Reckln' he's sing in' th' old woman asleep." "Naw; she's dead, fer I've won the game," answered Jim throwing down the trump bowers for the last two tricks. "Well, th old woman's sure dead, now. AVe've got ter bury her." H. A smoky lamp lighted tha tenement room, now, for it was night. The door was banged open again and the man entered noisily. This time they carried a burden, which seemed heavy. It was a long, narrow box of unpainted boards. They set It down on the floor and with a hatchet began to knock the lid loose. Mill II f Oil "We was fools fer buryln her," said Jim. "Why the devil didn't you think of the medics before?" "Reckon I was too drunk, like you. But she ain't been burled long enough t'- stolI. She was real thin and them kind lasts longer." "The medics '11 send 'round here fer her. They'll be coinln soon. We'll hit 'em for a ten." "It's hard to git that considerln her condition. Iut no harm to hit 'em for It." There was a sound as of a movement within the box. The men drew back and stared at each other. Slow gasps could be distinctly heaid. Then came a moan. "What 'n hell's that?" whispered Jim. "Itesurrectln." Let's climb," was the answer. Both men rushed to the door and half fell down the long flights of stairs to the street below. From a corner the old man had watch ed them with terrified eyes. Now he crept forward and picked up the hatchet they had dropped. ". 1th trem bling hands he began to pry off the loosened boards. "I'll git you out, Mollie," he said In a voice quivering with eager pain. "Jest be quiet a minute. You'll be out an they shan't put you in there no more not while I'm alive." But it was many minutes before the boards were quite removed from the top and the old man's hands were bleeding where the nails had torn them. "There, now. It's all off, Mollie dear. Now I'll lift you out." In the bare box lay the old woman gasping and moaning. The yellow light showed her gray hair still crum pled, and clotted with blood where the head had been cut when she was dumped Into the rough box. The stains of the black whiskey were still on her mouth. "I cain't jist quite lift you out, Mollie, It seems like," said the old man. "Couldn't you put your arms around my neck and be lifted that way?" The woman's eyes gave no sign of recognition. They rolled about in ter ror. "Where am I?" she whispered. "Where am I ?" There was agony in her voice. "I ain't dead an' buried. I ain't buried alive! buried alive! It can't be. It can't be. They wouldn't do that. But where am I? O. God,0 God!" "You're all rght, Mollie. You're all right. Of coureo you ain't buried. Don't you know me? Don't you recol lect your old man, dearie? Come an' put your arms 'round me an' let me lift you out." The woman did not seem to notice. Her whole body was trembling and her face glistened with beady sweat. "It's jest like a coflln!" she screamed. "It's all black and close an' hard! It's a coflln an' I'm burled In it burled alive In it! Help me, help me! Let me out! I'm 8i.lFocatin' a dyin' for air! Let me out! Let me out!" She was fairly shrieking. "Yes. I'll help ye out. Mollie I'll help ye. Mebbe I kin lift ye now." He tried again, but In vain. ( "I cain't do it I cain't do It." he' moaned falling back. "An' the box Is so hard an rough an I cain't git her' out." I The woman still seemed not to see him. She shrank low in the box quiv ering, her eyes fixed before her. "I'm dyin." she whispered. "I'm suf focatin' an' dyin. O Lord can't ye help me can't ye now? What's that? I heard somethin' somethln' knocking It's devils! It's devils, devils, devils' I heard 'em laugh an they're devils." The old man was trying to place some of the rags and straw beneath her in , the hard box so hard for old bones to lie In! He had given up trying to lift her out. "There now," he said. "You'ro mora comfortable like, ain't you darlln'? Now I'll sing to you an mebbe you can sleep some." He sat on the floor by the box and gently stroked the gray head besido him. Then again he began to croon "Mollie Darling" In his old thin voice. The woman lay quiet In the box. Her gray face became still and rigid, tha eyes retained their fixed stare. Sho was osleep now. The old man did not notice. He stilt sat beside her crooning the love-song. ALEX. T ir E Is the BEST to roach the NEW GOLD FIELDS in tiie BLACK HILLS. Call at office for valuable information. A. S. Fielding, City Ticket Ajft,. 117 So. 10th St., Lincoln. Neb. 'no ciiicaco, Roclc Ialm-&cl Ste Pacif ic R;st. Gives you the choice of Two Route", one via COLORADO and the SCENIC LINE, and tho other via our TEXAS LINE and the SOUTHERN PACIFIC. 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