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BEAUTIFUL ARCHTrECTURE.
pose of body and mind. Tbe dining
room and amusement room share tbe
brunette in rare and a trailing cloth
skirt cams in. She blushed still redder,
when she saw him.
'Harry," she said. "Grace and George
are encased. I read it in the paper,
tonight, and Harry, 1 don't care
bo much if she did go to those parties
with you "
(Tbb tory i written la rood faith by a
joacciri aid is printed as an illustration of a
stare o'derelopnnt and a an example of the
inaoence of the yellow covered no el upon adol
escence. Ed-1
For many weeks the sound of tbe wUh the
carpenter's hammer has been heard A . operatInp i5
in the vicinity of Lincoln Normal.
Painters, paper hangers and house
furnishers also were busy in their
turn: and on July 13th. the Doctor B.
F. Bailey Sanatorium was formally
-opened to the public
provided for surgical cases: and bath
rooms in which every form of vapor
and electric baths can be given, are
important features of the institution.
This sanatorium is not for insane or
tubercular patients, but is primarily
The location of this sanatorium is for the treatment of non-contagious
.... .t-c.-t - chronic diseases, though acute cases
peculiarly favorable. Easily accessi-
will be received at the discretion of
b!e from the city, either by carriage lhe president. Doctor Bailey,
or street cars, yet away from the noisy Fortr patient n accommoda
pavements and surrounded by beauti- ted at once in this beautiful building,
ful scenery, this sanatorium conveys and are under the care of competent
the impression neither of a hotel nor nur- Hi a point for congratula-
... , . ... . tioo that the enterprise is alreadv on
a hospital, but of a beautiful subur- .
i payiug ikisis.
ban home.
In addition to the duties of presi-
Twenty thousand dollars have been den and manager of this establish
expended in the furnishing and equip- ment. Doctor Bailey sti1! attends to
nient of this magnificent building, his down-town patients, with the able
and excellent judgment with unlimit- assistance of Doctor Flanagan,
ed artistic discrimination on the part From the ashes of an institution
of the directors is manifested at every erected for the development of tbe
turn. Beautiful furniture, rugs and mind, has arisen this noble sanatori-
pictures delight the eye in parlors um dedicated .to the service of tbe
and bedrooms, while unexpected body: and who shall say which one is
porches and coxy corners suggest re- of greater service to mankindl-
A WOMAN'S REPLY.
(FerTheCoHrier
A School Girl's Idea, of a Thrflfag Love
Story.
In the first place there were two girls
who were churns. Their names were
Maude and Grace. Grace was light and
always on the defensive. Maude was
dark and inclined to be on the offen
sive. So of course it wasn't long till
they quarreled. A genuine quarrel it
was. They spoke to each other after
wards but that was all. Then came the
man. He was tall and light, he wore
his hair parted in the middle and his
name was Harry.
Grace liked him, quite well, and he
liked her. Maude liked him too, but
he didnt notice her. In the early
autumn Harry took Grace to a party.
It was moonlight and Maude saw them
come across the square. She had want
ed to go with Harry herself, but Harry
didn't see it in that light. In the win
ter Harry got quite sweet on Maude
and she almost forgave him for taking
Grace. Then a tall, dark young man
with black eyes, happened in at Grace's
quite often of an evening or on Sunday
afternoon. His name was George, but
Maude liked Harry better.
Now Harry and George were great
friends, and George thought Grace
might get away from him, so when he
went home for the summer he told
Harry to take care of her and in par
ticular to take her to a certain recep
tion. Harry told Maude about it be
fore he told Grace. Maude nodded her
head and 6aid, "Oh, yes," out loud, but
she thought, -Oh Harry, if I don't get
even with you I"'
One day when dark, gray clouds
covered tbe sky and the wind blew cold
from the east. Maude and Harry stop
ped to rest, after a long tramp, on an
old log. Of course they talked as all
young people do, but incidentally Har
ry said, "Maude do you know that I
love you!" Maude poked the gray leaf
mould at her feet vigorously with her
umbrella.
"Since you told me, I do." she said.
Harry looked at her in surprise .
'Why, Maude," he said, "don't you
care!"
"Yes,' she answered, slowly.
"Will you marry me then, sweet
heart!" he said. His arm slipped
around her waist and he looked plead
ingly down into her face.
"No." she said, shortly. "No, and
do you want to know why? It's 'cause
you took Grace to those two parties."
Harry was astonished, but she re
mainedfirm. "So," she said. "No. I
do it to punish yon."
Autumn wore into winter. But
Maude's answer was still the same.
Harry had ceased to plead with her
though he vas a rather disconsolate
bachelor, as he sat before the fire in his
room. It was late in February and he
had piled many logs on to the blaze.
Outside a chill rain was falling. Of
course he was thinking of Maude, and
wishing ehe would change her mind.
The smoke rings curled away from his
cigar and faded. "Just as my happi
ness does," he thought.
The door opened and a radiant little
LOVER EIGHT.
The Pullman-car porter had settled
himself for a comfortable nap, having
snugly tucked away the last of hJ
charges, including the fat man in "Low
er Eight" and the timid young thing
who had boarded the train at Norfolk.
The porter stirred uneasily in his nap,
for the snoring that was arising from
Lower Eight" drowned the roar of the
train. The snoring came in gurgles,
moans and whistling, the like of which
had never been heard in heaven above
or on the earth beneath. The curtains
iot "Lower Eight" had swung slightly
open with the lurch of the train, and
the fat man could be seen lying on his
broad back, with his mouth gaping
wide-.
As his slumber deepened, he was ap
parently in the last throes of choking
when a neatly rolled umbrella, held iu a
slender white hand, crept out from
"Lower Seven," where the timid young
thing was ihrinking, and made a vicious
jab between the curtains of "Lower
Sight."
Porter! Porter!" came a whoop
from "Lower Eight," and the bell trilled
wildly.
'What is it. sahr'" cried the startled
porter as be bounded down the aisle.
"Did you stab me in the side!" de
manded the fat man in dire wrath.
"Oh. no. sah!" replied the porter. "I
never done no thing like that! You
must have been dreaming, sah. ''
"Confound you! I'm not areaming!"
growled "Lower Eight."
"Well, sah," argued the porter, his
black hand concealing his gleaming
ivories, "yon know that when you
turned in you bad took a little moah
than was jess good fo' any gemman."
It's mighty funny," muttered ''Low
er Eight;" but he was not in a position
to contradict this statement, so he sub
sided. The porter returned to the
smoking room, ruminating on the
strange hallucinations produced by too
long a dallying in tbe dining car.
The snores began again in rising
crescendo. Just as the teeth of ner
vous passengers were well set, the um
brella stole again from "Lower Seven,"
and another vicious lunge made the
snore change to a howl of rage.
"Porter." yelled "Lower Eight," '!
tell you some one is stabbing me'"
"Kaint be nuffin' like that, sah,"
replied the porter, coming up sooth
ingly. "I aint slept a wink, and no
body's been movin in this car, or I'd
a-seen them. You're jess bavin' a bad
dream."
"It's no dream!" shouted the fat
man. "Wbj, my Eide is sore. Feels
like there's a hole there you could stick
your first in."
"Now you go to sleep again, sah,"
coaxed the porter, "and I'll watch that
you aint tetched."
The rumble of the train was once
more lost in the vocal exercisos from
"Lower Eight," and the porter, pulling
hi3 cap over his eyes, napped in the
smoking compartment.
"Ouch! Ouch! Help! Help!" and a
red face shot out of "Lower Eight."
The porter slouched ap the aisle, dis
gust written on his countenance.
"Gawd, porter," groaned the fat man.
"Is there a doctor on board! I'm hor
ribly punctured! Did you see the w.
lain when he stabbed me!"
"Kaint nobody stab you, sah,' re
monstrated the parter sternly. No
body aint moved in this car. You've
got the deleriam triraminB, that's what's
the matter wif you. If you don't he
still and stop your hollerin', me and the
conductor is goin' to strap you down '
"I don't see what they mean by put
ting drunken brutes in the car with
ladies," exclaimed an acid voice from
"Upper Ten."
"Put him off at the next station
This is supposed to be a Bleeping car,''
growled "Lower Four." "Ha hasn't
done a thing but keep every body awake
with his infernal grunting since he
turned in."
From all along the line of curtains
came uncomplimentary comments, but
there waB silence in "Lower Seven,"
where lay the timid young thing who
bad got on at Norfolk.
"Never had such dreams in my life, '
Baid "Lower Eight," addressing the car
in general. "Dreamed the same thing
three times in succession. I believe it
is a warning. If any accident is goiog
to happen tonight, I die witE my botfts
en. I'm going to get up."
A thrashing about told tbe other
passengers that the fat man was as
good as his word. A sigh of relief was
breathed through the car as the fat
man lumbered by the curtains to the
Emoking room, to spend the rest of the
night brooding over the myste'ry.
When the timid young thing crept
from her berth the next morning, there
was something about the smile wnich
lurked about her mouth that made the
porter Bcratch his head. Caroline Lock
bart ("Suzette") in Lippincott's.
They had gone out on the lawn to
play, these two small lads of fire and
seven. It was oppressively hot even for
little folks and their hands and feet that
Bfem never tireless, but full of ceaseless ,
activity, grew languid. They threw
themselves on the grass, lying rUt upon
their backs and chatted quietly together
much as might older persons. A circus
was soon expected and great had bt-n
the speculation concerning it that ab
sorbed the small fry of the neighborhood.
The seven-year-old had been going to
Sunday school and his mind seemed of
late to have taken a religious turn. The
wonderful questions born of childish
wonder and the artless prattle of lip
that knew no guile were the source of
great pleasure to the mother. Sh was
watching them from the window where
she sat sewing and could hear their
clear, young voices plainly. Tney bail
been silent a few moments while th'ir
blue eyes looked dreamily up at skies of
ot the same hue. "Doddie," spoke the
elder very slowly and impressively
"which would you rather see, God or the
circus!" Ica moment the answer cam
short, decisive, "The circus."' Mail and
Times.
tFirst publication Aus:. 3-1)
State of Nebraska. s.. in county coii'i
Lancaster county
In re Adoption Xo. 191. of Viola Horton t
John Haines.
Abraham Horton and all others interttft
take notice: that John Haines ha tllol herf i
the relimiubhment by the "Society for in
Home of the Friendless." of Lincoln. Ncbra.i
and his petition and declaration for adoption
said Viola Horton. said matter i- -'t for ha
injr before this court on Aujrast 31 IWI 't '
A. M. Dated August i lftu.
seal. Frank K.Vt vttt
Count v Jud-
By Walter A. Leese, Clerk Count C'our;
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