The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903, July 13, 1901, Page 12, Image 12

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trunks and traveling bags. We have :
trunks and bags that are equal to every emergency of:
a long journey by sea or land.
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Activity is contagious, and imparts
Health and Wealth in this beautiful land.
Gonvey it to others by actively engaging S
In beautifying the woman and strength
ening the men.
Thus, using an Electric Massage Ex
erciser, A Home Training Outfit, or a Fountain
Bath Brush;
Prices $1.00 to $5 .00. For sale by
1106 0 STREET. LINCOLN. NEBR.
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Daily Tunc J8th to
Sept. J Oth, 1901..
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GREAT
BOCK ISLAND
KOUTE
Round Trip Rates
From Msaouri River Points to Denver,
Colorado Spring aad Pueblo,
i fr July I to &- f. Jane 18 to 30
$10 Sept. 1-10 &LV July 10-Aur. 31
Similar reduced Rates on same dates to
other Colorado and Utah Tourist Points.
Sates from other points on Bock lfland
Route proportionately lower on same
date of sale. Return limit Oct. 31, 1901.
THE SUPERB TRAIN,
Colorado IMy!?
Leaves Kansas City daily at 6:30 p. m.,
Omah at 5:30 p. m., St-Joe at 5:00 p. m.,
arriTlngDenverll:O0a. m.. Colorado Sp'gs
t Jfanitou ) 105 a. m.f Pueblo 11 30 a.m.
Write for details and Colorado literature.
E. W. Thompson, A. G. P. A.
Topeka. Rans.
John Sebastian, G. P. A., Chicago.
H. W. BROWN
Druggist and
Bookseller.
Wbltlns's
Fine Stationery
and
. Calling Cards
127 So.Eleventh Street.
PHONE 68
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HARNESS"
HORSE COLLARS
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Capital $ 200,00000
Sarahs aad Profits . 5455.06
Deposits .... 2,480,252.18
S. H. Baraaam, A. I. Sawyer,
PrwHrnL Vice President.
H.S. Freeman, CatMcr,
B. B. Evaas, Frank Parks,
Aart Cashier. Asrt Cashier.
UNITED STATES DEJ0SiT0JW.
MKYOlift DEALER TO SHOW THfM
BEFORE. YOU BUY.
MANUFACTURED BY
HARPHAM BROS.CO.
Lincoln, Neb.
J. R. HAGGARD. M.D.
Office 1100 O Street, Rooms 212,213,
214, Richards' Block. Telephone 535
Residence 1310 G St. Telephone K984
knots. The tirst mate looked feazed
when he came on deck to take hie
watch, but Teague gave hie orders and
didn't make no explanations. Then he
went up into the bow and took his seat
in tne knightnead.
"For seven days that breeze lasted
and for seven days we went clipping
south, with the sun so hot that it boiled
the pitch out of the decks and our port
of destination further and further over
our port quarter. And for seven days
Teague Bet up there on the knighthead
looking forward," out over the sea. We
passed ships and then got passed the
traveled way and Teague paid no heed.
"But on that seventh day we raised a
speck on the horizon and Teague
jumped to his feet when he seen it. We
come up to it in the first dog watch.
She was what was left of a fine schoon
er, her masts gone and lying so low in
the water her decks was partly awash.
'"Lower away the yawl,' Bays Teague.
It was his first word since he'd turned
the hark south.
"I was in the yawl's crew. They was
a dozen staiving men with bloodshot
eyes on that wreck and two or three
dead ones.
"Water,' the men whispered, as
Teague come aboard, and held out his
hands.
'"Where is the woman!' save Teague.
"'Dead under yon tarpaulin,' Bays
one of the men. 'Poor little woman,
Barker beat her to death before she
starved.'
" 'God be praiBed,' says Teague in a
quiet voice that shook that waterlogged
wreck. 'And which of you's Barker?'
" 'Dead a week,' says the man. 'Give
us water.
"Teague went over, pulled the tarpau
lin off and picked the woman, that was
lying under it, up in his hands. They
eaid afterwards that she'd been dead
three days. He looked at her a minute
and put his face down to hers. Then
he hollers out:
"Some brandy here this woman's
alive.'
"They passed him a flask out of the
yawl ana he forced some down between
her sat teeth. Then he loosened her
dress and rubbed her body and blew in
her mouth and worked over her for two
hours without raising bis head. And
then, as I hope for mercy, the woman's
eyelids begin to flutter like a loose stud
din' sail in a light breeze and her eyes
opened and she Btniled with 'em up at
Teague. And Teague, as I live, set
there swelling up to the size of his
clothes with every second that passed.
"'Come here, Bill,' says he to me,
speaking as soft as a woman with a
young baby; 'is this her you Bee in the
cabin?'
"I crept over and looked at her.
" 'Yes, sir,' I says, 'though not near
so pale.'
" 'Well, how,' says Teague, 'could that
sperrit of hers come to be eettin' in that
there cabin, with her not dead yet,
down here fourteen miles away?'
"At that the woman opened her eyes
and smiled up at Teague again.
".'You was a long time coming, Jim,'
she whispered. 'I I been a-dreaming
that I was writing you a letter.'
"They was married when we got to
port a month overdue. Teague lived to
be seventy-eight but his wife was eighty-one
when she died. Some times I've
felt sorry for that poor little brown
haired ghost that had to wait them six
ty long years before it bad a chance to
get about again." The New York Sun.
THE NEW EDICT.
The gay custodians of the law
Past midnight now may smoke,
And life k doubly than before
A Baccanakan. joke ;
But oh, 'tis sad to view the grief
Which clouds the Vendor's face ;
The stern administrative thief
Doth nightly raid ha place.
Town Topics.
"HE VHP' DIED AT AZAN."
He who died at Aran sends
This to comfort all his friends :
Faithful friends ! It lies, I know,
Pale and white and cold as snow ;
And we say, ? Abdallahs dead I "
Weeping at the feet and head.
I can see your falling tears,
I can hear your sighs and prayers ;
Yet I smile and whisper this,
' I am not the thing you kiss ;
Cease your tears, and let it lie ;
It was mine, it is not L"
Sweet friends ! Whtt the women kve
For its last bed of the grave.
Is a tent which I am quitting,
Is a garment no more fitting,
Is a cage from which, at last,
Like a hawk my soul hath pass'd.
Love the inmate, not the room,
The wearer, not the garb, the plume
Of the falcon, not the oars
Which kept him from these splendid stars..
Loving friends ! Be wise, and dry
Straightway every weeping eye,
What ye lift from the bier
Is not worth a wistful tear,
' Ts an empty sea shell, one
Out of which the pearl has goner
The shell is broken, it lies there ;
The pearl, the all, the soul is here.
'Tis an earthen jar, whose lid
Allah seal'd, the while it hid
That treasure of his treasury,
A mind that lov'd him ; let it lie 1
Let the share of earth's once more,
Since the gold shines in his store I
Allah glorious 1 Allah good !
Now the world is understood ;
Now the long, long wonder ends ,
Yet ye weep, my erring friends,
While the man whom ye call dead,
In unspoken bliss, instead,
Lives and loves you ; lost, 'tis true,
By such light as shines for you ;
But in light ye can not see
Ot unlulfilTd felicity,
In enlarging paradise,
Lives a ute tt
: that never dies.
Farewell, friends ! Yet not farewell ;
Where I am, ye, too, shall dwell.
I am gone before your face,
A moment's time, a little space,
hen ye corns where I have stepp'd
Ye will wonder why ye wept ;
Ye will know, by wise love taught,
That here is all and there is naught.
Weep awhile, if ye are fain,
Sunshine still must follow rain ;
Only not at death, for death,
Now I know, is that first breath
Which our soul draws when we enter
Life, which is all life centre.
Be ye certain all seems love,
VieWd from Allah's throne above ;
Be ye stout of heart, and come
Bravely onward to your home I
La Allah ilia Allah (yea!
Thou love divine ! Thou love alway I
He that died at Azan gave
This to those who made his grave.
Sir Edwin Arnold.
A Great Newspaper.
. The Sunday edition of the St. Louis
Republic is a marvel ot modern news
paper enterprise. The organization of
its news service is world-wide, complete
in every department; in fact, superior to
that of any other newspaper.
The magazine section is illustrated in
daintily tinted colors and splendid half
tone pictures. This section contains
more high-class literary matter than
any of the monthly magazines. The
fashions illustrated in natural colors are
especially valuable to the ladies.
The colored comic section is a genuine
laugh-maker. The funny cartoons are
by the brat artists. The humorous
stories are high-class, by authors of na
tional reputation.
Sheet music, a high-class, popular
song, is furnished free every Sunday in
The Republic.
The price of the Sunday Republic by
mail one year is $2.00. For sale by all
news dealers.
A traveling bride is regarded as a
pearl-gray nuisance by everybody save
the groom. Town Topics.
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