Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, June 11, 1881, Page 6

6 POETRY OF THE TIMES. 1 Want to be An Ingan, 1 wani to be an Ing And with the Tnguns stand, A Blanket on my shoulders And a_rifle in my hand, With not a lick of work t Thronghont the live long year, Bat draw my rations and make squat Ters skip off on their ear New Orleans Times Hiawatha Re-Vamped, Ar unt So was sen hough it bent him, it yed Though it drew him yet it follo Scary each were they of other! Thus the lordly Roscoe Conkling Said within himself and pondered, jons, Wounde Would 1 That pen orgotten aled forev's klings chuckled, Khott, golden curls—a tan, Cling close to her sne His manly form he bent as he To himself, Il Kiss her now!” e pressed his lips to the shining strands, A% beex for the honey seek: Fut, when he let o, his mouth was glued S0 tight that he conldo’t speak! She saw his awkward plight, and turned A sort of crinison-gr And gasped, with a frig htened 1o ko) o, 1 forgot the bandoline! 3 [Brooklyn Eagle. MY CONFESSION. Tt was doubtless a terrible calamity. T tried to reason with my husband, and persuade him that, after all, it 1 re- that in- y had failed, and thrown him out of employment, ho was what might be expected. minded him that ever since surance comp had been tramp — “That's the word,” he interrupted, fiercely. *“You needn’t say any more. That covers _cverything. q'rum]l' That's what I have come to at last. A tramp. Look at that boot! Mexpen? Nover. Look at it, T say-look at it! T had been looking at it ever since Tie put it on the fender. It was terri- bly broken, to be sure. It was like the one-hoss shay, and had given out all o once. So had Charley. All his patience, perseverance, and persistency lhad oozed out at that awful hole. “A man can stand anything but that, Kate,” he said, mournfully. ‘His overcoat can become weather-beaten to all the colors of the rainbow; the knees of his pants may grow baggy, and the seams white; his hat, so long as it's folt, can get to any condition, But a broken bhoot! Oh, great Heav- en! T wish I was dead!” “You mean, selfish wretch!” T cried, flinging my arms about him *“What would become of me and the chil- dren?” “Your people would take care of youand the youngsters, Kate. 1'm only a clogand ucurse to you, my dear. Your people would be glad to 1d of & "1 eried, There's no doubt about it. On that dreadful day Charley kissed 13 all as usual when He went out, He seemed to be calm- er and moro rosigned. But T remom- bered the ghastliness of his smile when he drew a rubber over his boot. Tho day was certainly unsuited to rubbers, and Charley ‘hated them in any weather. He was ecalm, but it was the calmess of despair. Days a whole month, went by, did not come back to us. My family decided that something must be done, They appointe ference to meet at my house, which was already rented, and the new lessee desired immediate possession, My family were far from sympathizing fin my awiul suspense about Charley. Their convictions were very decided, ““He must have gone and drowned himself that very morning,” they said, and added, with an air of com- mendation and relief, that perhaps it was the best thing he could do under tho circumstances. My heart was full to bursting. T flew into a passion of grief and rage, and drove them all from the house. “You'll send for us when you get cooled down,” they said, And doubt- less I should, if Aunt Maria had not been belated at the family conference, and arrived when my passion was at its lowest ebb. I was as ivap as a rag, and }uiw as helpless. (*Just like 'em," said Aunt Maria, “‘A more cold, heartless set of people the Lord never allowed to live,” This consoled‘ind strengthened me. ‘We began abus iz them, and I felt better and stronger. Aunt Maria's was one of tho v scheming, turbulent matures that lad never agreed " with mine in the (ays of my prosperity, but it was a oud of bitter tonic to me just then, “T'd 'a givan 'em & piece of my mindif 1'd 'a got here in time. But, you see, Mrs, Rogers - you know the woman that kept the boarding-house. " I shook my head. Aunt Maria's prescace was already losing it streng- thening and consoling qualities, ““Well, shie died last night, and Mr, Chandler he came to me to talk things over. I've bosrded there off and on, before and after your uncle ,Job dicd, for nigh on to filteen year; and Mr, Chandler's wife she died the very next swmmer, and he's kept his second etory front ever since. You sce, he owns the house, and like enough has a mortgage on the furnis ture. He's a wishy-washy sort of man that 'most anybody ca t the best of = Good gracious me What is it, Aunt MAaria! the matter?” “Why, souls and bodies! if there ain't a special providence in this thing, auy name ain't Maria Peckham. It came to e then, just like a flash — the hull thing. Why can't you step into Mrs. Rogers place, and earn a divin’ for yourself children! M. r wauts some one right away. 1t'll be kind o wm!otuhl:?ur me to have some oné that T can depend owthalmlklpwvi'l be com- i ta you ' ta hev some one you can depend on; and Mr, Chandler, if What's | with the folka you get the right side of him, is a | easy as an old shoe The funoral | come off to-morrow. Her children '] hey to be relatives, T'H g home now and talk 1[the hull thing over with Mr. Chan 1 dler, and you come around and settle everything ing like strikin’ when the iron’s hot Tt don’t do to let the grass grow under your feet Charley; he wastooslow; hadn’tenough push about him < leastways that's what the folks say. “Slanderers! backbiters! falsifiers! My Charley was the best, the dearest “Yos, yes, no dowbt; hut he ain't | and the children, and you don't want { to sponge on your folks. | ““No, no, Aunt Maria, anything but | that." “Well, the ways of Providence is inscrutable. Tt ‘scems to be app'inted that you should take that house, Mrs, | Rogers dyin’ that way, just in the [nick of twme, and your hevin' a_row it's wonderful! T go home right away, and lev a ta'k with Mr. Chandler before he falls in with somehody clse; he'll let you hev the furniture on installinents, T know way. But U'll go home and see a hear, Kat “Yes, maam,” T said, and gulpe down a sigh that was almost a groan as she disappeared. Tho consols had all gone out of her presence long ago. 1 suppose 1 ought to have been grateful. My need was despe but Aunt Maria made the proposal 8o ropelling - tho poor dead woman, the division of lher children, the mortgage on her furniture; T conldn't even seo much eomfort in the kitchen ovil-cloth sticking to the floor. looked upon my children trooped in, shabby but rosy, from their winter sport, and wondered how they would fare among my hard- hearted relatives whon niy turn camo to die, and theirs to be disbanded. Charley and T had always said we'd rather die than hoard or keep board- ers, Charley had died, possibly; but the clildren and T were left, and something had to be done. It scemed as though Mr. Chandler was my only but T went around there with a ¢ heart and nearly tumbled off the stoop when T saw a flutter of crape on the bell handle. T never in the 1d could have gained courage to pullit. Fortunately a young man came out. 1 slipped in, and he slammed the door after him, and we whistling his way down the stre I crept by the parlor floor, where some people stood in groups, talking and laughing quite unconcernedly in in the awful presence of death itself. The disher were clattering on the dumb-waiter; a woman came down the stairs, smiling and happy, cloaked and hooded for the opera, She carried a huge bouquet in her hand, and I wondered how she could pass the par- lor door. The people in the house y what they please about my coolness and assurance, but 1 should be very sorry to has little heart as th Aunt Maria was already hag- gling about the kitehen oil-cloth, and nothing would do but we must all go down and see that it really did stick to the floor, Mr. Chandler was a short stout man, with searcely any hair on his head, and a short little nose that he had to keep porched in the air so his eyes were very round, and his chocks were fatand red, and a fringe of white beard gave him somehow @ very he- nevolent air that was caleulated to in- spire confidence. We descended into what scemed to me the y bowels of the earth, and ns we entered the big cavernous gloomy aitchen, there wasi scamper that betokened rats, and an army of Croton-bugs fled at’ our ap- proach. T was weak and nervous, and uttering an exclumation of terror, clung to Mr. Chandler's arm “God bless my soul!” said Mr., Chandler, start baek. “Oh, it's you! Dow't be frightencd, Don't be at all frightened. eare of you.” Ho had himself been considerably shaken by the size and quanty of this subterranean army, and v was evi dently a great relief to him to find somebody cven more startled than himself, He took the hand with which I had grasped his arm and held it in his own, assuring me that he would protect me. Nevertheless, I was glad when he was s casily persuaded ¢ the kitchen oil-cloth would really st to the floor, for although 1 was very favorably izapressed with Mr, Chand- ler as to domestic confidences, he was not the champion I would choose in a combat with rats and Croton-bugs. Aunt Maria seemed more to the pur- pose. She gathered up her skirts from the first, and scemed prepared either for battle or for flight, and was the last one to mount the lower stair, Mr. Chandler protected me all the way to Aunt Maria's door, and bade me good- night, with the hope that all was ar- ranged satisfactorily, “You've as good as feathered your nost already, " said Aunt Maria, *I'm glad you wore a black dress,”" “I'had no other fit to put on," I re- plied. “Tt's just as well,” she continued, “for 1 told him you were & widow — there's no uso enterin’ into partic’lars about Charley—" ; "l‘l'u nobody's business about Char y I'll take ‘hat's what I thought; so T said you were @ widow, and I only men tioned the twins, 1 didn't speak of the boys, for you don't look old enovugh anyway - nobody'd dream they belonged to you, and Mr. Chandler’s | I had ruined his house, cheated him’ naterally of a timid turn, and it might spile everything at the start. They never need come where heis, They'll eat at the second table, and play out in the street, and insa boandin'-hous there's lots of things that only gro boys can eat, 8o they won't count, T all fixed. You're to come to-morrow onst, my rogm-—=t girls—and Tl fix ‘em up with pink and blue ribbons. let them play around till and then slip in the basement way,” bit of it. dered at first to offer any objections, and 80 many things happened in that dreadful three iont dler. "Il | Jess, T felt as if 1 ivided round among the | adversc eircumstances under to-night There's noth- That was the trouble with |1 was here just now to earn a livin' for you | le it, and you come around to-night, d'ye | od | as they | spectacles wouldw't fall off. His |} madam, | after the funeral, and take hold at|stupid with given quatities, yet given liriuf the twins right up to | quantities weffe my only hope just hey're nice gentle littlo [ then As for the boys, [ dc night-fall, | the bolt, and 1t was all Aunt Maria's fault—overy | caused him. His ceilings were speck- T was too dazed and bewil- led; his carpets were drenched; the that I never | was already hopelessly in his debt, had u chance to make a full confeasion |and yet must have wmore wmoney, or of my domestic affairs to Mr, Chaun-|give up and die. ~Oucq which e 4id spmethig abdpt | Chandler, [very gently. THE OMAHA DATLY BEE! s | ure to help the widow and the father must tell him all 1{about Charley and the boys; but the which T k | Tabored I had been compelled to ask him for an advance there was a great deal of expense at first, and I was such a novice | thing. T felt compelled to | self of all the sympathy possible; but conftident that three months were o along without Mr, Chandler's h and then, no matter what Aunt Maria said, T determined to tell him ey thing, He was entitled to my | dence, and T only awaited a fave opportunity to givé existence to and the three hoys, Everything went along like clock-work fora while | £ T had only put my whole mind to it, T might have mastered cverything before the cold weather set in And I wouldn't have fallen behind 80 lamentably in my accounts if T had been very careful;, and severely watched the seraps and crumbs that restrained me. was perhaps too good to the t s and beggars, and fed too many of the wanderers that came to the basement door, In vain Aunt Maria scolded, and vowed she ne me down to pr her crimps but she stumbled oy | tramp. In vain Mr. Chaudier mildly remonstrated upon the loss of two overcoats and a set of razors. The, knew nothing of the way I felt, or how | my heart beat sometimes when at twi light I saw a big, broad-shonldered, | sandy-haired fellow standing * there, | with broken boots. It took me a good while to grow calm and collected, and in the mean while he had eaten a good | many slices of bread and meat, and | perlinps stolen something from the hat rack in the lower hall. In truth, it was impossible to per- suade me that Charley was dead. 1 felt that some time he ‘would come to me “For Love will ince He wh "hatsomehow, somewh 88 will trust | just) we ust, And it was the most natural thing in the world to look for him as atramp. That last snd morning was photograph- od on my memory when he stood s fore me 5o painfully shabby, and with such broken boots. [ couldn't give | him up: T wouldn't. 1 got so tired of Mr. Chandler, with his bland respec- tability, funercallbroadeloth, and | his hizh hat, s ever-ready money, and his never-cnding and advice. T did so long for dear old impecunious Charley, and after long grief o nd pain, Round me once ngain, What wonder, with a mind so un- settled, and a heart so open to vaga- bonds, that I was cheated and robbed anddriven to the , and. the second month came so appallingly soon that T | had to get another advance from Mr. | Chandler. It was the most astonishing thing in | the world that, although 1 nover had | an easy woment in that dreadful | | house, never did time fly so quickly. The third month was upon me before I could realize it, and it was a matter of glad surprise to me that I had not | before me the awful necessity of an- other advance from Mr, Chandler, 1 was not perhaps, any better off so far as actual money was concerned, but 1 was longer established, and able to get credit outside. [ always endeavored t the trade ble consider very kind to me — Everybody knows what an awful I had never had any experience with water-pi On the first of the month a cold wave started dirget from the north pole, and came with incredible velocity, as the bird | flies, straight to that doomed board- ing-house, It froze the water-pipes all over the house, soddened the | bread, petrificd the clothes on the line, paralyzed the potatoes, also | fell from the boarding-liouse table. 1| monstrance | i | her frowzy he piring hope bogan 1 revive in my ag onized breast " k my cold hanc within his own How will it take to repuir al here, and put the new tenant? Down sank my met of lead, T Jooked and was startled to find a new expres sion there: somcthing could almost say horo | could never eall ‘wishy | washy. " Tt was strong and noble. He was evidently not to be trifled with in order for urt like & plum that face CWhat will bee me children?” 1 eried and my “Come,” e veplicd, with unspeaka ble tenderness out of this room into the ope ret. So! Now the whole world u wand see us, | Ts it not so, my « We are not | afraid of idle ton SN =no,” I stannmnered, my heart in my throat, for fear one of the gould p head up the garret stairs and I “You nocent,” he contin ued, “'so free from hypocrisy and d ceit, it is hard to muke you under d that T can not any longer bend money, or help you in the way I have done. The wicked innu- endoes of slandering tongues that stab in the dark have left me but one w to protect you. 1 wonder if it will be as holy, as sweet, to you as it is to me! Twonder if you would be glad to give up this vile nest of scandal « together, and keep no longer, but a home for husband, who would adere you, and would love and cherish your dear little girls as his own He didn’t mention my dear little hoys, who were out risking their lives at sting that very moment. What a noble, generous, altogether perfect old gentleman he was! 1f Charley had really been dead, and T had not been the miserable imposter that cir- cumstances had made me, my poor, desolate, widowed heart would have melted to him, T know. That heart e enough, God knows, but n't widowed; | was sure of that. The timo for my dreadful confession had come. Tt w ) hard to lose the one thing that seemed left me just then s confidence, his e 1 felt cold aint and si “Dear Mr. Chandler,” T began, ‘‘a home and a hushand would be very sweet to mo.” And Heaven was my witness it would, only not just the husband he meant ; and T was just go- ing to tell him go, when Bridget put ad above the stairs, and said & man was below that wanted to see me, and wouldn't take no for an answer. “‘It's the plumber,” 1 said tremblingly, “‘or the caleiminer, or th carpet man, Oh, Mr. Chandler, dear Mr. Chandler, T cannot face these people!” “You forget that you have given me the right to sh our troubles,” he said. “Come, my dear, we will faco this person together.” found him in the parlor —a b broad - shouldered, splendid - v, with a new ulster on, and a very becoming hat, and a perfectly splendid pair of boots, without a break in them, The twins were clinging to each of his hands, and around him were dancing howling like In- dians three dirty little boy: ‘“Moments there are, and this was one, Snatched like a minute’s gleam of sun Amid the black simoon’s eclipse,” “I've got a capital position, ina new company out West. your Tl expla hoys Kate, Get the as quick as you can, ing on the way,” apples, turnips, cabbages, and every- thing clse I had put in by the | quantity for economy’s sake. | The sun went down on that day's | | wrath, Three days after, it rose on | another, and if the end of the world | | had come with it, I should have been | only to glad. Gabriel's trumpet | would have been a welecomer sound to me than the step of Mr, Chandler that I heard approaching my door. 1| knew he had been hunting all over the | | house for me, and I had tled from | room to room, from stair to stair, till | at last I bad taken refuge in the garret floor, which the childron, the | servants, and I shared together, The awful fact was ,that the man's houso was ruined. The weather was dreadiully against me. Even the old- st inhabitant of the boarding house declared that he had never known stchsudden and romarkable chang Without a word of warning, like thief in the night, the calamity The pipes threw off their icy fetters, and burst. The deluge was nothing to it Before anything could be done, sev- en difforent ceilings were frescoed and tattooed in & most unhappy manner, | soven differont carpets were drenched, and the occupants of seven different rooms were hunting me to bay. 1 sent for the caleiminers, the plumbers, | and the carpet men, and found out how much it would cost to put Mr. Chand- | ler's Louse in order again. Then I fled to my room, | L threw myself on the bed, and | stared at the ceiling like a maniac. | There was nothing the matter with that ceiling, for the demoniac pipes stopped on the floor belo The stoniness of my gaze was occa- sioned by the climax of my ditticul- | ties. How could I see Mr. Chandler! | out of his moncy, and unless 1 could go on plundering and cheating him, 1 couldn’t go on with the boarding | house. 1f 1 pin'r go on, T couldn't pay Mr. Chandler; if 1 pivgo on, 1 wight only plunder and cheat him the more. 1 never had been good at prob lems. At school 1 had always been Ir. Chandler was rapping at the I burst into tears as I undid begged him to forgive all the trouble and expense I had lumber held the very foundation of is house at an emperor’s ransom; 1 said Mr. “How much wmoney?” “Don't ery, its being his duty as well as his pleas- |my child. " How much money?” Ex- said the person. “Who is this man?” said Mr. Chand- ler to. Aunt Maria, who had heen brought thither by the wild yells of the dear little boys, and stood like & pillar of salt in_ tho doorway. *“Who is ho - her brother!” ““Hor husband,” said Aunt Maria, nd these boys!” Hor children »d bless my soul!” said Mr. Chandler; and these were the last words T heard. 1 fainted dead away in Churley's arms Charley and 1, the twins, and the | three boys started for our new home in the West the next day, from whenee T write this poor, weak, but contrite confession to Mr, Chandler, —_— LEM BENTON On the N;w Bible. For the 8t. Louis Republican. Dis heah new Bible, chillun, am gwine ter mako trouble. Ter be shuah hit wont make no dif'rence in terbac- cer worms an’ pusloy weeds, an’ do ‘mount ob time dot yo ol mus’ fling de festive hoe. An' wen yo bows yo backs to de brilin’ sun in dat backer pateh, yo'll tink *one day am a tous- and yeahs," jess suine as under the ole varsion, But hit am gwine ter make a heap ob dif'renco ter yo fader, who hab libed foh de las’ sixty yeahs ‘cordin’ ter de old varsion, Dew sixty yeahs was libed wid de understandin’ dat dar was a hell N f he b'leevs dis new varsion, d ifty yeahs ob life wid de curb-bit on jess de same as lost., hit hadn't er been foh dat bod- dersome word in dat ole varsion yo fader would hab a big farm an’ a Lwun dred mules an’ been jestice ob de peace widout a break eber since de war, Tink ob de times dat word in de olo varsion hiah}n’r\ ented him from elimb in' inter de henroos' in de dark ob d moon! Tink ob de money he could hab made in dog trades® Time and time agin he hab been tempted wid de pow riul bribe of &1 ter ¢ib his jestice ob do peace decidein de udder way, He luy dat $1.50 on dat side; de scale on Lit draps like a rotten apple. But foli he could scoop in de seduction swmpfin jess allers chuck dat boddersome wun{ outen the ole varsion right onter de udder side do scales, an’ do beaw jess r'ar up like a buckin' mule an’ snatch yo faderout- en de reach of dat money, Ef dis new varsion ]m{bcen outlong ago, de supreme court ob dis township could hab foun' judgment wid muln ease an’ comfort ter hitself in lots ob cases hit 'members. Den dar’s no debbil any moh! How'syo fader gwine ter 'splain de SATURDAY h money damages up in his face, indefinable, T Aunt Maria | 50 | JUNE 11, times when he falls 1{de preacher ¢ fader, one of de p it de hoss race on Sunday, ye r a [ aller go ter de class meetin’ an’ tell de bredren de debbil done hit. Now, dar'sno dhbbil ter onk Wat does desc yaller e a4 DEMON Umgh-ugh mind de debbil hisseli mter 18 keer foh Dey nebber Inow. Yo fader wantster figeer out de | ‘mount he hab los’ by do delay ob dis | new varsion When my miserable confession was Dar's a cvumb of consolation in de :nv:ull‘. Jie would spurn e as 1 deserv- | fac’ datde change am gwine ter make o | ed If T had only been brave and | the justice of de peace bizness mighty true from the firs It was too late | libely now. How 1 hated Aunt Maria! T| Kase dis change hal jess tuk hell thought of the terrible winter, of the [outen de Bible an' put it inter de streets, the pro] le have | people. Yo heahs my horn tootin gainst tramps part many, | now six of us—six, s, the three | boys, and myself, | d my hands A Protty ‘f’flrmnn Custom, mn agony. Al el Lo I'hiere is a beatitiful custom among the Germans of having chorals played from the church towers at regular first derived the idea from the Arabs, who at certain hot s of the day and night are called to prayers by the long, wailing ¢ the minatets of the mosques. When I first heard this music in Stuttgart, coming, as it appeared to wme, trom the heavens, 1 was pu to know its object and the sources whence it | can ed above and around me, | | but 1 failed to detect its soure The | beautiful melody, softened by distance was floating in the air. It was like | the invisible heavenly choir that en raptured St. Cecelin. A few days afterward, happening to be in the | same neighborhood and at the same | hour of the day, T was more fortunate in my discover 1 again heard the music from above, its pealing notes coming to me from some far distance like the strains of a church organ. Near me was the Stifts Kirche, an old church built in 1308, which has at tached to it an immense octagon tower rising up to a light of nearly two hundred feet. Encircling this tower near the top is a balcony on which 1 at last espied the authors of the strange [ music. Several men with brass instru- {ments were perched on that mddy flight playing sacred music. When they had finished one picce, they | moved to another position on the bal- cony and played a different tune, | Four selections in all were played one toward sach point of the com- On making inquiries after- ds, T 1ound that this playing from | the chureh tower had heen in practice for more than o hundred y German lady *‘once upon a tim | longing to one of the noble families | bequeathed a sum of money, the in- | 4 come of which was everafter to be de- voted to paying the expenses’ of thi [ religious observance. The clause in { her will stated that chorals or sclec- tions of sacred music were to be played from this church tower tw a day, punctually every morning at the rising of the sun, and also from half-past 11 to 12 at noon. | The musicians for their services are | paid two marks (fifty cents) a day | each—a mark for the morning and a mark for the noon service - which, for walking up and down that long flight of steps in addition to playi pieces of church musi enough remuneration. Chorals are also played from another of the church towers in Stuttgart by a brass band, and also from church tow in Lud- | wigsburg, Rossenstein, Friederichs- hafen, near Stuttgart, and in others of the very old German cities and towns. The Donkey of Suoz. The donkeys of Si as described by Capt. Jone: in his *“Jour- ney Round the World *“The inevi- table donkeys were meekly awaiting us, reckoning, poor beasts, doubt lon the arvest of blows, s owners reckoned on their h | piasters. They (the owners, of course A quaint_habit here of call their donkeys after European celel es, and it is wonderful how these b pick up thew information, One weal, who called himself ‘the Sheik of the donkeys,’ was extremely well up in his lesson, *Sar, sar,” he cried, | “too muehy fine donkey,—this Mrs. Besant's fruits feclosophe!” Or again, *You ride wod donkey, Maudee Branscomb raseal in- | formed me that I was riding ‘toomuch |all donkey, Pope of Rome.” T looked |at him in surprise, and the cunning | fellow, fancying I was a Roman Cath- | olic, and was displeased at the use of that name, immediately corrected him- self, and said, No, no, too much Bish- op of London!” | hay —— ham, Esq., of 820 North Nineteenth strect, Philadel- phia, Pa., a widely known' journalist, | announces his loss of a war inherit- | ance in the shape of & chronic case of | theumatism, by the use of one bottle of 8t. Jacob’s Oil, ufter all other spe- cifies had proved of no service, George T ( WOMAN'S WISDOM. 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FITCH, : : : J. 8. WRIGHT, THE GHICKERING PIANOS. AND SOLE FOR Hallet, Davis & Co., James & Holmstrom, and J & C. Fischer’s Pianos; also Sole Agent for the Estey, Burdett and t e Fort Wayne Organ Co.’s Organs. 8 HMAVE HAD YEARS EXPERIENCE Tuner, honorable dealers. ham Streets. 'MAX MEYER & BRO. the Oldest Wholesaleand | Retail Jewelry House in | THI LEADING stz MUSIC_HOUSE Ware, Clocks, Rich and Stylish Jewelry, the La- | MAX MEYER & BRO. MAX MEYER & BRO., O DML A XX A . IN THE WEST ! 1 General Agents for the | Finest and Best Pianos and test, Most Artistic, and EOrga,ns manufactured. Choicest Selections in | Precious Stones, and all ;14 Dealer. descriptions of Fine Watches, at as Low Pri- ces as is compatible with Call and see our Elegant New Store, Tower Building, corner 11th and Farn- ur prices are as Low as. any Eastern Manufacturer Pianos and Organs sold for cash or installments at Bottom Prices. A SPLENDID stock of Steinwa.k', Pianos, Knabe Pianos, Vose & Son’s Pi- anos, and other makes. | Also Clough & Warreu, Sterling, Imperial, Smith erican Organs, &c. Do not fail to see us before pnr- | chasing. WM. F. STOETZEL, Dealer in Hardware, Cooking Stoves TIN W ARHEH. Stove Repairer, Job Worker and Manufacturer OX ALI. EINDS OF CANS. Tenth and Jackson Sts., - - - Omaha, Neb. HOTELS. SUMMIT HOUSE, IVES HOU: | ercise their wisdow in this way.” l-eoddw-15 | GREATEST REMEDY KNOWN, | Dr., King's New Discovery for Con- sumption 1s certainly the greatest | medical remedy evar placed within the [veach of suffering humanity. Thou- | sands of once helpless sufferers, now loudly procluim their praise for this wonderful discovery to which they | owe their lives. Not only does it posi- | tively cure Consumption, but Coughs, | Colds, ~ Asthma, Bronchitis, Hay | Fever, Hoarseness and all aftections of | the Throat, Chest and Lungs yialds at onee to its wonderful curative pow- er as if by magie. We do not ask you to buy a large bottle unless you know what you ase getting,. We' therefore earnestly request you to call on your druggists, Isi & Lfvlhnus, and get a trial bottle free of cost which will con- vince the most skoptical of its wonder- ful merits, and show you what a regu- lar one dollar size bottle will do. For sule by Ish & McMahon, (4) SE, COMMERCIAL HOTEL, PARK HOTEL. LUSK HOUSE, GOMMERCIAL HOTEL, BURKE'S HOTEL, GLIDDEN HOUSE SCRANTON HOUSE, ASHLEY HOUSE, HEAD HOUSE, MERCHANTS" HOTEL, OHENEY'S UNION HOTEL, CITY HOTEL, CITY RESTAURANT, CHAPMAN'S BESTAURANT, LAUGHMAN'S RESTAURANT, NEOLA HOTEL, WODDWORTH HOUSE, CENTRAL HOUSE, EMERSON HOUSE, CROMWELL HOUSE, WALTON HOUSE, “DIRECTORY OF LEADING WESTERN HOTELS. PROPRIETORS, SWAN & BECKER, JUDKINS & BRO., ADOLPH WUNDER, JOSEPH SANKEY, O M. LUTTON, W. J. GARVIN, TOWNS., Creston, la. Walnut, la. IVES, Hastings, la. Villisca, la. Corning, la. Woodbine, la. USK, Logan, la ©. F. CASSADY, Denison, la. E. R. BURKE, Carroll,’ la. 8. M. LEWIS, Glidden, la, JOS. LUCRAFT, Scranton, la. DAN EMBREE, Grand Junction, la Jefferson, la. Sioux City, la. Mo, Valley Junc., la. CHENEY & CLARK, Blair, Neb. J. J PUCK, * Dunfap, la T. G. CHAPMAN, Stanton, la. W. LAUGHMAN, Shelby, fa. F. SIEVERTZ, Neola, la A. L. SHELDON, MRS, R. COCHRAN _T.C. WALTON Atlantic, la. Malvern, la Emmerson, la. Cromwell, | . Onawa, la BUSINESS DIRECTORY: FIRST NATIONAL BANK, CHAPMAN & McLENNAN, W. H. HARTIGAN, M. O'DONOHOE, C. E. WESCOTT, P. B. MURPHY, GEO. EDGARTON, 1. N. HICKS, W. R. CHITTENDEN, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, Plattsmouth, Neb. OLOTHIER, - BILLIARD HALL, : ©ITY RESTAURANT. “ GROCER, “