The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903, May 22, 1897, Page 4, Image 4

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THE COURIER.
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Kludge & fvJoFFis (Jompan
1 1 18 to 1 126 N street, Lincoln. Neb.
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Each article of furniture on sale is
a bargain at the regular price and
when sold at a reduction is worth the
'l attention of everyone.
60 Different styles in chamber suits,
an style or finish $14 to $125 each.
20 Different styles iron beds, $4 to
$21 each.
r' 10 Different styles brass beds $21 to
-. $95 each.
1,000 fancy and plain rockers 75c to
S25 each.
The largest stock of side boards and
" . dining tables west of Chicago.
,- Our $7.50 tufted corduroy couch has
never found its equal for the money.
Our $11 tufted corduro' or velonr
couch is a surprise to all who see
it. And the only waj' we can sell
it at the price is on accouut of the
quantity we contract for at one
time.
OUR BEST ADVERTISEMENT IS OUR GOODS.
T. J Tlxojrpe & Co.,
GENERAL BICYCLE REPAIRERS
In a branches. -
pairing done as Neat and Complete as from the Factories at bard tint prlo
All kinds of Bicycle Sundries. 320 S. 1ITH ST
Machinist and General Repair Work. LINCOLN.
ROY'S DRUG STORE,
Cor. Tenth ami P streets.
THE LflRGEST DRUG STORE - - THE SMALLEST
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In addition to drujjfs and prescription work we carry a
lare line of stationary, tablets, jrarden seeds, paints,
etc.
NEW COURIER HALL.
HARRIS BbOGK
'VV.'VW
SEE IT BEFORE YOU GIVE A PARTY.
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SHORT STORIES.
The study of "Theory cf Probabili
ties" in mathematics is highly fascin
ating, especially in Us practical appli
cations. The less you know about It
the more disposed you feel to apply the dozen roses, her hands tremble so that
principles. After the first lesson you the thorns from the rose stems pierce
She thanks them for that. But some
times when they come In all alive with
the outdoor air or the excitement of the
nlghfs theater or party when they
wait, almost impatiently for her to
count for them a bunch of violets or a
deep into her finger tips. She sets her
teeth afterwards as she picks the
thorns out.
can work out almost any problem In
volving chance. Of course, you make
mistakes, but they do not count. For
the principles of the theory itself say '
"mistakes average up, since the chances It was at the children's day excr-
are equal for making the mistake in one clses at the church. The facetious boy
direction or the other."
You work out such problems as this.
If you happen to board In a boarding
house:
"If there are six bifcuits on a. plate
of which five are burned on the bot
tom; and if you look th other way and
spear one with a fork, what are the
probabilities that you will spear the
good biscuit?"
The answer is one to five of course.
But try It sir times and you will not
get the gcod biscuit unless you eat the
others as thr-y com1-.
Or, you take up a pile of old maga
zines; there are twelve of them and
you want two special number?. What
are the probabilities that the two you
want are on the top of the pil.-? Only
one in seven hundred and ninety-two.
This is why the magazines are always
at the bottom of the pile. Indeed it of
ten happens that the magazines you
want ar? in another pile, or have been
borrowed. Of course that makes some
difference In the answer to the question.
He was an old man, so old that he had
worn out all his ways of looking at
things and had gone back to the eyes
and ears of his childhood. It did not
matter at all to him that he lived out
on the bald prairie.
sat well to the back and talked to his
niece who was little younger than he
was and hardly less facetious. They
enjoyed the exercises. Nothing hap
pened that escaped their well-trained
eyes. The quaver In the little girl's
voice, that shiver In the little boy's
boots, the note of excitement In the
superintendent's announcements
these were excruciatingly funny.
The facetious boy gaped widely when
the end came. The superintendent, be
fore he anounced the last number, said
that he was not sure that all the little
girls were there. He would call their
names. He began. The class was one
of little girls and their voices answered
weakly as their names came. As the
last name there was no answer.
"Helen Grimstone," the superintend
ent repeated.
No answer.
"Helen Grimstone," he said loudly
and slowly.
He began again.
"Hel-en "
The facetious boy giggled.
"If there was just a 'b' to her last
name this couldn't seem much like a
Sunday school affair."
She was ten years old. She didn't
He had a garden knou. at the lime that Hve Syrup had
then and the beets and melons in it any properties besides taste and smeli.
were just exactly like the beets and
melons In his child-garden, though the
little garden used to be in the woods
But she found out. She had a cough
and the doctor said for her mother to
give her three drops of Hive Syrup
where stumps interfered sometimes once an hour The tUe Rirl d,(, nf)t
with hi childish work. Now he could
find sometimes in the odor of the earth
object. She thought Hive Syrup was
good. It was at least sweet. She stay-
the smell of dead leaves, just as he ea out f school two days till her cough
used to. And It did not matter that
the prairie flowers were not the same
as he used to know. His senses as len-I-
nt to him as people were, made him
see daisies in the stifi" little soldier caps;
he used to wear daisies in his hat. The
wild prairie roses were the old sweet
briers that grew in the pasture lot at
home. He could smell them when he
tried. His old eyes were too near-
was much better. And the morning
that she went back she did what she
had never dared to do before, disobey
her mother.
"".Mamma." she had asked, "can I
take my cough syrup long so't I can
take it if I get a coughing spell?"
"No, you won't need it today. You
didn't tough any last night."
The little girl strapped her books to-
n I nli 4 a 1 ft & dvj-.- 4 V itiljld fil nlnlk aT ! t .
.si.-i i.. rrc ure ..- buiivh ..- geiner and shut her mouth firmly. It
Ing prairie: they paw trees and streams would be dreadful if she should cough
running over white pebbles and some- h, school so as to disturb anybody,
times even the hills where he used to The bottle was on the clock shelf. The
gather dewberries. syrUp was sweet. So when her mother's
But the best of it all was that his back was turned the little girl popped
reason never told him that all his vis- the bottle into her dinner basket and
ions were not really true. At the last marched to school.
he thought he was In his trundle bed
with his mother there. He was whis
pering a Bible verse that she mad
taught him:
"Remember thy Creator in the days"
In the days" And then he died.
She is a young girl whose father lost
all his money when the Lincoln boom
collapsed. She used to be in society
and dance and play high five and give
parties of her own. Now she sells flow
ers for a Lincoln florist.
She is not ashamed to work. She is
usually quite free from embarrassment
when the girls she used to talk to about
silk dresses, or the boys used to dance
with come in and give her their orders
for palms or roses. She even feels glad
to see some of these people. She under
stands of course how impossible it Is
for them to Invite her to any of their
parties. She could not go If they did
because she would have nothing to
wear. They probably know that and
care enough for her feelings not to force
from her an expression of her poverty.
Occasslonly all morning she bent her
head down to lick the cork from the
bottle. At recess she took quite a large
dose as the girls sat out under the tress
talking. They envied her. After recess
she felt more hungry than ever for the
syrup. for a little while. Then she
did not feel hungry at all. She grew
quite pale around the lips. She felt
shivery all over and sliped quickly out
of the door without asking permission.
Out on the grass she lay quite still
for a long time. How very sick she
felt. Tears of sympathy rolled down
her face and her hands shook so much
that she could not wipe them away.
The sun glared down at her through
the trees. The grass felt icy under her
cheek.
She cannot bear to think of Hive
Syrup yet though she Is grown up.
FROM THE FRENCH.
You see Father Lazare was one of
those rugged cranky cooks who think
their trade is the best trade, who con
sider It as an art, a religion, and who