The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903, July 10, 1897, Page 8, Image 8
THE COURIER. t. If it. Miss Helen Welch leaves next week for a trip through fhee YcIhwFtono in company with Mr. and Sirs. W. J. Dry jr. Numerous piciic parties were held Jul 5 at EnsigL'a farm, Lincoln Turk, Cushman, and tho stale faim. Chancellor MacLenn is in attendance Bt the National Teachers' association at Milwaukee. A party of high school young people picnicked at the Crete Chautauqua Monday. They were met there by a parly from the Beatrice high school. Mies Ethel Bigcell gave a birthdny party on Thuisday evening to thirty of berfiiends. The rarty went trolleying out to Union Collego ard back again to a lunch which tbo unjaded appetites of the young people did full justice to. STORIES IN PASSING. She bustled into a South Seventeenth car at the depot and cat down near the door, an old leather grip by her side and a hat-box on her lap. ''Let bio out at Euclid avenue" sbo raid in a timid agitated voice to the can ductor on the rear platform, and ho nodded filently. She said nothing as tho car traveled down O street and out past the high t chool and tho state house, and turned inio Seventeenth. "You won't forgjt to put me off at Euclid avenue," she then said anxiously, but the conductor was as deaf a3 an image. "Isn't this Euclid?" she ventured as be car made the littlo twist in the street at A. The conductor nailed her with a cold and masterly eye, and she shrank back behind the band box and looked nervously out tho window. "Surely this is Euclid," came from the woman appealingly as the car stopped a moment, and the half arose, but they were moving and with a frightened look, she sank down again. The car sped on a block and then the sphinx on the rear platform spoke. "Euclid avenue!" he shouted. There was a stop. Then the little bell up front tinkled twice, the car rac:d don the distance, and a woman with leather worn grip and hat-box stood bewildered in the center of the 6treet, uncertain whether Ehe should turn to the east or west of Seventeenth on Euclid avenue. If there is one place in all tho world where a civilian is a fool to glory in his horsemanship, it is at an army post where acavalry troop U stationed. But Dr. Cojgle of Coggleville, Maryland, did not know this, or if ho did, showed his indiscretion by entirely ignoring the fact. It took one good, long hard ride to convince the doctor of this. And here is the story of that ride: The doctor had como out to Fort Robinson from the eait a young man of about thirty, who sang well, played a steady hand at cards, and won his 6htre at billiards, so he soon grow into favor of all tho officers and their families. But the doctor above all else prided himself in his horsemanship and there ha made his big inietike. He was, to tell the truth, a good mount and could handle easily any horse that came into that post. But almost every man at the station could do that and more tco. The lieutenants listooo i civilly to the doc tor's talk over his ability and smiled to themselves in a knowing way. Acd so things ran on all that spring and into the summer. In July, two compinies of the Ninth were ordered to Fort As-inaboine,Wyom-ing. Now.Fort Assinaboine is something like three hundred miles from Fort Robinson, and as the transfer was to be made with all possible speed, it meant a long, hard ride, night and day, through the kottest, dry est, dreariest part of the old American desert And by com means Dr. Coggle, of Ccgijleville, Maryland, was persuaded to accompany the trcop. They set out at four in tho afternoon, and by midnight had made sixty miles whore they rested. At four in the morning they pushed on and all that day.and by night were into Wyoming and half the distance Jo Fort Assinaboine. The stretch was beginning to tell on the doctor, but he bore up manfully. Then thoy struck difficulty. The streams in those parts had run dry. So all that second night they rode on toward rome tanks that were known to have been placed in tho hills, but in the morning these were reached and found empty. And still a hundred miles of white, hot sandy deeert lay beforo them. Horses and men were half dead, but there was litllo complaint from the troops. The liquor bottles had been emptied long be fore and left behind. At noon that day they came to a little bunch of shriveled trees and hero the doctor got off, his fa.o white and drawn, his tmgue lolling from his half-open mouth, his eyes blood shot and glacsy. He rolled to the grass and declared that he could and would go no farther he would die fitst. The major rode back acd looked at the drooping figure silently. Then ho whipped out a revolver and aimed it at the man. "Get on that horse!" ho commanded gruffly, and the doctor crawled up and on to the saddle. They tied his feet to gether under the animal, and half dead, faint and pile, doubled up far over the horse's neck, ho rodo those last fifty miles into tho fort. When they took him down he was raving and it was Sep tember before he could ride abroad again. But he never glories in his horsemanship now, though si ace" then he has made man) a longer and harder ride than those three hundred mile from Fort Robinson to Fort Assinaboine. Early one morning, ju3t as the streets was beginning to awaken, a man and a child sat on tin steps of a pawn-broker's shop down by the depot. The man's faded brown trousers were frayed about the heels with much walking. Ho had no coat, his dirty shirt was open at the neck, and his hat was almost shapeless. On his chin was a week's stubble, and his hands were big and brown and sun burned. Above bis eye-brows and about his nostrils, and on all his person was the dust of the railroad ties. The man hair leaned against the shop door, hi3 head hanging over to ono sido awkwardly, like to a man whose neck is broken by a sharp olow on the back. His mouth was open aud the morning flies ran back and forth across tho lip3 and over his face. But he did not 6tir for such t hinge. At his feet slept the child, ono arm about his knee confidingly, tho man's big hand on her little shoulder. Her toes peeped from the coarce worn shoe and her naked back stared out from the dress she wore. And like tho other she was brown and sun-burned and covered with the dust of tho railroad ties, and like him, tho too slept tho sleep of the dead. A dog camo by, nosed at tho pair and ran on up the bricks, a swallow twit tered on tho cornice overhead and a 6traw fell upon the child's face. An ice wagon rumbled past, an early street car with clanging bell slid down the little hill to tho depot, and a locomotive whis tled shrilly at tho Tar end of the yards but the two slept on. A window abovo them opened and a man with scowling eyes looked out. Then tho window closed and tho door below was opened noiselessly, "Get out!" and tho man with scowling eyes and he kicked heavily at the figure before him. The brown, sun-burned man arose slowly from the pavement, where he had fallen, rubbed bis eyes awake and then rubbed his back. Then without a word he took up the still eleeping child 4 M0IIMMMMMtMOtMMtlOMCIIMm GREAT s micrniiMT m lIOVWUll I SAbE! I l f SON ALLS HIK 11, IS - W For Men, Boys and Oloilclren. Our Furnishing- Goods and Hat Stock is Al together too high for this season of the j'ear, being-close to $20,000 worth in all, which we pro pose to unload in the next thirty days. Who have helped us in our steady growth; you who have assisted in making- ours the greatest of all outlets. You who have bT your extensive patronage furnished us with the necessary grit to maintain the best clothing institution in the West shall as a fitting" climax now share most liberally in this final, glorious clearance. Buy for the present! Buy for the future! Goods will ncver'be as cheap again. ! Iarmsi L I V l a 1013 to 1019 O Street. ogtnooomoojoo in his armp, and wearily walked down the street to the tracks and on and out into tho face of tho rising tun that sil vered tho rails which stretched away endlessly into tho distance. There were two boys of twelve and fourteen dressed in crash suits and straw hatB, who had gone down to the Crete Chautauqua to spend tho Fourth. Thoy had evidently tirod of the place and were then sitting in tho shade of the water tank near th depot shooting fire-crackers in a weary way. A man came by and the older ono hailed him. "Say, mister, when's that train going back to Lincoln?" "There'sone in about half anhour twelve thirty but you're going back rather early in the day." "None to early for us" was the answer from one of tho boys, "?ap sent us down here to have a good time but it's all a darn fake. I'd just like to know what pap's idea of having a good time is any way." "Got here at nine" put in tho older boy, "and it didn't take fifteen minutes to seethe whole show. D'ye you think we want to see scenery and hear a man preach to a lot of women and Sunday school teachers on the fourth of July? You just bet not. And they havn't a band nor a balloon nor a cannon nor a bloomin' thing." "Not even a merry go-round," said tho younger boy. "Norlemonado" Nor bicycle races." "Nor a base-ball game." Nor anything." "I wish that train would hurry up and come and we'll have time to go out to the park and see the games anyway." And as the man moved away he heard tho smaller boy say, "I don't take much stock in pap's fu a what a he must have been if he spent hiB fourth at a thing like this down here." H. G. SHEDD. To write good advertising you must first know what your are talking about and, second, whom you ate talking to. US