The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903, October 05, 1901, Page 5, Image 5
THE COURIER. h ,Y Professional Directory. It OBice Office 61HDr. Benj. P. Bailey 0ffice'Zeh B,-k H"' ....671.1. , , J . I Residence. 1313 C street) 2 to 4 p Evening!, by appointment. Sundays 12 to 1 p. m. and by appointment. J Dr. J.B.Trickey, ) Refractionist only 19 to 12 a. m Office, 1035 O street VI to 4 p. m. DENTISTS. ) . -T -rrr j- -r-k -i- oi Office, rooms 26, 27 and! 530. J-LOUIS N. Wente.D.D.S.I l.Brownell Block, 137 V 1 I so lltb street. i 633 toiiver Johnson, D.D.S. dmVU arIe3r ' l ) ( 1105 O street ) I - - ..-. -..- -m- j I J Hours; 10 to 12 Phono Lioi2 Dr. Ruth M. Wood. Mssciwnst. I ( ) A. M.;2 to 1 1M HOMESEEKERS' EXCURSIONS. (October 1st, 15tb. ooemkr ?Ui 19U), CQcmbcr ?fl and lftl). 1901. THB BURLINGTON CALL AND GET FULL INFORMATION. City Ticket Office Gor. lOtti and O Streets. Telephone 235. Burlington Depot 7th St., Between P and Q. Telephone 25. Ill Tt's the gteaflExercise That does the good to your muscles and builds up the wasted tissue. It's the spasmodic ex ercise that does more harm than good. One day a week in a gymnasium is a dangerous thing for anybody. Get one of our Home Training utfitg, have it where you can use it twice a day, for a m 7 . .,4 .A.. miff l.n nn.nioai1 at tHo lew miDUlCU, UUU JUU Will uo Duiywccu ..." steady gain in health, and the improvement in your general physical development. See us for particulars, circulars, etc. 1106 0 STREET, LINCOLN, NtbK. 11 is the source of the highest and most intellectual enjoyment. When you enter a home you nat urally will notice the interior Decorations, such as Paper Hanging, Painting, Furniture Polishing. If your eyesight proves to you that it looks like the work of an artist in this line, you can bank that it was done by GARL MYRER, Phone 5232. 2612 Q Street. IBslsMsfl Jfc STOPPED FRCt & Permanently Cursd bv I I DR. KLINE'S GREAT I I U NERVE RESTORER SB B oiuiftrrCrit !;.. I OmnUartm. rtnontl r br mail. tMUje an U FU p.licnt. wb. p.r iprwce Ml; .o H'S't rv.M.imif cr..n.tonlylemprarj "H fcrwl.ver STX'". Srm.. St Tiw.: D. XbilltT.Kili.oition. DB.K-H-KI.I51E.lv. 931 Arch Street Philadelphia. Kwdeiun. .uu num n Qj ....FOR.... Place Your Orders with the MAXWELL ICE CREAM AND CANDY CO. THE NEW BROOM. (Caroline Lochhart in Lippincott'a.) Mrs. Davis, with her hair uncombed and sleeves of her mother-hubbard rolled ud to the elbow, opened the front door and sniffed the morning air of the tenement district. She looked up and down the block to see who were out ahead of her. Mrs Kate Farrell was sitting on her front stoop with her tongue wagging and her arms akimbo, while Mrs. Doia O'Reilly and Mrs. Sarah MacAvoy leaned on the brooms with which they made a pretense of sweeping the pavement and listened eagerly to what Mrs. Farrell was saying. They were discussing the rumor that Mrs. Davis was two months back with her rent. "And her old man drawin' pay regu lar from the shipyards,'" said Mrs. Mac Avoy. "Good mornin', Mrs. Davis. We was just savin' how nice 'twas that yer hus band has a stiddy job." she added as Mrs. Davis approached. "I knew yees was gabblin' about somebody," remarked Mrs. Davis, look ing from one to the other suspiciously. But she could not long harbor dark thoughts, as she had news to tell." "The sign t'rent is took off my house,' she announced. "Why, so 'tis! Who's movin' in?" came in a chorus. Mrs. Skinner, who was coming towards the croup from the rear of No. 011, pricked up her ears and broke into a trot. "I ain't heard. But if it ain't nobody I take a likin' to " and Mrs. Davis paused ominously. It was not necessary to complete the sentence, as the neighborhood knew that no family had ever been able to stay more than their allotted three months in the little house at the rear of the one occupied by Mrs. Davis. She was fat, pugnacious and had a How of vituperative language that bad made her the bull? of the block. She was hated and feared, but no one ever op posed her more than once. It is report ed that she thrashed Davis when the evenings were dull and time hung heavy on her hands. "There's a movin' wagon comin' up the street," said Mrs. Skinner, whose eyes wero as good as her ears. The group rushed to the curbstone. "It's comin' on this block, and there she is. settin' on the seat with the driver. Too stingy to pay car-fare, I suppose," said Mrs. MacAvoy. "She ain't much to look at. No big- ger'n a pint," sniffed Mrs. Skinner. "One o' them putty-faced women with no heart in 'em. Give me a woman with spunk, says I." "I'll take no back talk from the likes o' her," announced Mrs. Davis, gripping her broom as if she already saw herself routing this new enemy. "Yees all come in me back yard," said Mrs. Dora O'Reilly cordially, "and be lookin' over me fence. Yees kin see what kind o' furniture goes in." By the time the wagon backed up to the curbstone they were stationed at excellent points of observation, while Mrs. Davis stood in her wood-shed door. The newcomer's lips came together in a thin, straight line when she Baw the heads on the other side of the fence. "Will yees look at that old scratched burrer and them pine chairs?" whis pered Mrs. Kate Farrell, who owned no bureau. "And them wax llowers is way out o' date," giggled Mrs. Skinner. The new comer looked out with blazing eyes and slammed her door. "Ain't she the spiteful thing?" called Mrs. Davis. "Katie love," as Katie came into the yard, "juBt take a look into the winder, and see what she's doin'." As Katie stood on tiptoe the door Hew ripen, and a bucket of water caught her full in the face. I'll thank yoeB to keep yer tykes t home, an' not be spyin' on yer better," criod a shrill voice from the doorway. "An' little enough there is to soo in that house, with never a stick of plush furniture pasein' the door! The poor ness of yees makos me blush for tho name of the neighborhood," screamed Mrs. Davis tauntingly. "The little there is was come by honest, which from the looks oi yees couldn't be said o' yer own. If I'd Boon ye first, I wouldn't 'a' took the house," was the quick retort. "An better 'twould be fer the land lord to let his houno stand vacant than to fill it by fly-by-nights," cried Mrs. Davis accepting tho gage of battle. "Ye'a a garrottin' harpy." Bcreoched tho newcomer, trembling with excite ment. "Oh, she called me out of mo name." yelled Mrs. Davis. She grabbed her broom in rage. "She called her out o' her name." came in tones of horror from the row along the fence. As Mrs. Davis dashed into the yard she was met half way by tho newcomer. Both her hands also gripped a broom handle. She vas full of fight, and there was no sign of fear in tho glittering little eyes that watched every movo of her opponent. Mrs. Davis brought her broom well back of her head in a full -arm swing, as if she were teeing off on the golf links, but tho newcomer dodged. Mrs. Davis spun like a top with the im petus of her own blow. Before she could recover herself she got a crack on the back of her head that made her see stars. A second blow landed on her broad back and knocked her breathless. The wiry little woman whom she bad scorned as an antagonist dashed around her like a humming-bird, jabbing her here and there, varying the attack occa sionally by a smash on Mrs. Davis' head that would have caved in an ordinary skull. As she ptodded and thumped, she let out triumphant shrieks. "Oh, you would, would ye? No plush furniture, have 1? I'm a fly by-night, am I? Take that and that and that." Mrs. Davis was routed. She turned her broad back to the enemy and ran for her wood-shed door. "Give it to her! Give her another!" came from the spectators over the fence, who saw their own insults avenged and, like all man and womankind, were eager to join forces with the victor. The new comer's broom sailed through the wood shed door after Mrs. Davis' retreating figure. "Git up a pertition, sayin' she's a common scold an' a nuisance. We'll sign it," urged the row by the fencp. "I kin take care o myself without a pertition," said the newcomer with dig nity as she smoothed her rumpled hair. "And I'll thank yeea ter turn yer faces the other way, for they hurt me eyes." After which she fell to washing win dows, and her house was the only tene ment in the block in which a stroke of work was done that day. Northwestern Line. Sept. 1-10 Round trip tickets to St. Paul and Minneapolis, 11.10; Ouluth, $15.10; Mankato, Minn., $3.85; Kasota, Minn., 89.05; Hot Springs, S. D., 8M.00; Deadwood, S. D., 813.50. Final limit to return Oct. 31st. City ticket office 117 S. 10th St. Depot Cor. 9th and S Sts. A man with 75 cents in his pocket was compelled to raise 31.00, so he pawned his 75 cents for 50 cents and then sold his pawn ticket to a friend for 50 cent?, thus securing the dollar needed. Who lost the money by the transaction? fouo " ftrtooow "