Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, August 26, 1889, Page 3

THE OMAHA DAILY BEE: MONDAY, AUGUST 26, 1889, WANAMAKER ANDTHEWIZARD How Ell Perkios Arranged a Meot- ing Between Them. THEOLOGY WAS THEIR THEME, The Postmaster Genaral's Rehear of Some of Dr. Paxton's Beautiful Similles Brings Tears to the Western Union's Eyes. EIl Got Them There. “It ull happened so that I was finally the one to bring Jay Gould and John Wanamaker twgether,” says Eli Per- kins, writing from Saratoga to the New York World, ‘‘They had never met. Mr. Wanumaker had said, ‘Ishouldlike to meet Mr. Gould and have a pleasant talk; these newspaper discussions are 80 tedious.” When I told this to Mr. Gould as he tumbled into the States from Paul Smith’s buckboard, he smiled almost audibly. His piercing eyes seemed to flash electricity and laughter. ‘And I shall be very glad to meet Mr. Wanamaker,) he said. S0 yesterday morning I accompanied Mr. Gould from his cottage, No. 82, to Mr. Wanamaker’s cottage, No. 15, and introduced them. 1t was a pleasant scene to look upon. It was the wolf and the lamb, and the wolf was in the lamb’sden. It was the Mount of Olives and Wall street; theology und finance, the untipode—the sweet Su day-school talker and the railron wrecker. Judge Benedict and W. F. Ritchie, of Princeton, were present; so I said, I will stay and see the opening, and then withdraw with the judge and leave the lion and lamb together. MR, WANAMAKER'S SERMON, It was curious to see how quick the secretary and financier found a common round of conversation. It wus Dr. 'axton. Dr. Paxton is Mr. Gould’s clergyman, who baptised his favorite daughter. and he is Mr. Wanamaker's friend. So both, with Western Union rankling in their souls, commenced talking sweetly about Dr. Paxton and religion. As Mr. Wanamaker described some of Dr. Paxton's beautiful ideas, Mr. Gould's eyes lost that dazzling ‘Western Union look and assumed a re- ligious glow. Mr. Gould is no match for Mr. Wanamuker in theology. He was simple_clay in the hands of the moulder. Ina moment [ could see that the shrewd secretary, without intending it, was reaching out for one great lost soul, **That was a beautiful picture of Dr, Paxton’s,” said Mr. Wanamaker; “‘that picture of John leaning on our Sa- viour.” Mr. Gould didn’t recollect 1t. His mind haa not quite freed itself from ‘Western Union yet. “Yes,"” continued Mr. Wanamaker, “1 can See Paxton in the pulpit there, describing John leaning on Christ’s po- som. ‘Leun on me,’ says our Saviour. ‘Yes, lean on Him, Jchn—lean on Him. Lean a little farther. says the clergy- mun, tenderly, as he leans over the I)ulpn,— move along a little, John, and et me lean with you; there, we will both lean on Christ; now our burden is light; happy rest—blessed Christ!’” We ull lookod straight at Wana- maker. We counldn’t help it, and then a thin flm, a shadow of a tear, floated over Mr. Gould’s eyes. *‘That was o sweet passage,” said Mr. Gould, as he wiped a finger over his eye as if to keep back a tear, “I remember another illustration of Paxton’s that is always in my mind. It illustrates the status of the infidel. MR. GOULD'S SERMON. “Dr, Paxton was in the war, you know;” said Mr. Gould, ‘‘and his war experiences often illustrate his knot- tiest m)n_ologmnl points. It seems that at Meade’s headquarters at Gettysburg was a little barking dog; Jip they called him. Well, Jip was always barking at imaginary foes. We were all bivouacked before:the rebels and wanted to be quiet till the fight opened. But every time a corps or division moved, Jip would run out and bark. ‘When Hancock’s corps changed posi- tion Jip barked violently. *‘No, don’t bark so, Jip,” said the chaplain. ‘These are not the enemies; these are our friends.” But Jip contin- ued to bark at every friend that came near. When Sickles moved Jip barked as if the whole rebel army was upon us. “¢*Stop, Jip,’ said the chaplain, ‘wait till the enemy comes before you bark.’ ** ‘But Jip was liie the infidel,” said Paxton. ‘He burked at his friends, but still his friends went right along and won the battle. The infidel, like Jip, cries out when there is no danger.’ ““Yes," continued Gould, thoughtfully, “tho infidel swings o red light when theve i3 no danger.” JUDGE BENEDICT'S ANECDOTE. The theology of Gould and Wana- maker was interesting, and it made me sad to see Judge Benedict drift the train of thought onto worldly roads. %euklng of nis official duties, Mr. anamaker said he left the details of his office to Mr, Clarkson. I ask and expect my assistants to be business-like and conscientious. Some of these office changes affecting fumilies are very painful. Itis a great relief to me not to have to do it personally.” *Your turnhlg this work over to Clarkson,” said Judge Benedict, smil- ing, *‘islike the case of a young woman, years ago, in our church. She was a good young lady, but would always wear very showy toiletd, attracting the attention of the whole church. One day some good sisters expostulated with her about her worldly ways. **The love of these bright bonnets,’ they said, ‘will draw your soul down to perdltlnn.’ “Still the somewhat worldly sister continued to woear a bright bonnet. But finally one night,” said the judge, “‘camo repentance. The young lady came to prayer mwunz in a plain hat. She arose and said * 1 fear, brothers ana sisters, thut 1 bave done wrong. Iknow that my love for bright bonnets was ruining my fu- ture life. I knew it was endangering my soul and that it would draw me down 10 pordition. But Iwill never wear that bat again, Never! Itshall not destroy my soul, I'm through with it. I'vo given it to my sister. At this point we all withdrew and left Mr, uuuld and Mr. Wanamaker to each other’s mercy. * - . . . P, 8.---Of course no one can ever give the two hours’ earnest talk Mr. Gould and Mr, Wanamaker had in regard to Western Union. It would uuuupy nine columns of the World. [ do know, though, from talks with the gentlemen since, that each thinks differently. he overnment business with the Western Inion amounts to only §250,000 a year. The postmuster-general sees now that one mill a word 15 too low a tariff, All the weather reports deliver themselves, and this is the bulk of government tele- graphing, So it has been decided that the Western Union will be allowed a living rate, Mr. Wanamaker will do 0o harm uu)“ntly to any Americau in- stitution. © may say the telegraph mmbroglio is settled after mutual ‘toun- seut on & basis of the greatest good to LOVE'S TRAGEDY. Translated from the French of Albert Delpit, by E. C. Waggener: She de- scendod from the fiacre, paid in ad- vance, opened the door of a small rez- de-chausse, entered quickly and leant against the wall, slowly drawing from her face the veil that concealed it. For a minute she remained there, racked by | shivers, with closed eyes and ready to sink; then she passed into an inner chamber and looked about her. A re- pository of love, this little nest in tho midst of feverish Paris. Flowers blos- somed about her, cushions were piled at random upon the heavy carpect; to the left a piano, at the end of it a columned bed, oad, luxurious, silk hung and covered with lace and satin outside the twilighu silence of the Avenue Kle- ber. The Comtesse Fernande de Ryant still remained erect, her sombre gaze wandering over these familiar things, in each of which lived a memory; and these memories, one by one, sank into her heart. The woman—tall, supple, a brunette, with eyes of a strange lurid kumn wae living an incarnate anguish, Without stirring, still upright, still with that fixed. unswerving gaze, she murmured half aloud: *And he? What will he respond to me? What answere when I tell him?” Five minutes, perhaps, passed thus, dragging heavy; then akey grated in the lock. She started. An instantaneous change swept over her features—women are marvelous comediennes—and when Henri Servan, a second later, entered our room aud clasped her in his arms she was happily smiling. One would have said that these two beings had forgotten the world injthe ardor of this caress. Forgotten the world? Oh no; this woman suffered too much to forget; she suffered, and had forgotten nothing, even as she seat- ed herself upon the divan and he knelt at her feat. *‘It has been a century, Henm,” she said to him tenderly, *‘a century since I saw you, and yet I saw you but yester- day. Tell me that you love me; tell me aguin!? *I adore youl” “More than a year ago?” “Far more!” “A year-—already! Twelve months only and I am jenlousl But you have so many temptations about you, Henri, there is so.many others to whom your music speaks as passionately as it _does to me, so many others to give you hom- age---it may take you from me!” He did not see_or feel the hitterness in face or voice;he did not suspect it— he repeated simply: ‘I adore—you!” ‘*‘And without counting,” she re- sumed, ‘‘the theaters where you are forced to go. Apropos of that, vour opera, tho rehearsal of it, has it gone well today?” “Very well.” She began to laugh a little. **You do not know it,” said she, **but Jeunne has been o ses me again; she ells me that she who sings the premier ole—howdo vou call her your young debutante?'’ *Louise Plantier.” ““Yes, Louise Plantier. Eh, bien! Jeanne tells me that she is in love with you and that vou—found it very well. Yes, very well. She wished to make me suffer; you seo, and naturally, for Jeaune is my best friend!” Henri turned away his eyes now; this handsome man, with frank and open gaze, was averse to lying. “] am sure that you have never de- ceived me,” continued Fernande, “nevertheless, Henri, I repeat it, am always afraid; tell , you have not paid nttsntion to this singer?”’ “But—no.” “Truly‘i" “raly,” “*And you know that T love you for the nobility of your character as well as for your talent. Give me then your word of honor, or that Jyou do not lieand I will believe you!* T give you my word of honor!” “You give me that, your word of honor!” nnd she sprang to her feet with a gesture of scorn, a furious and jeal- ous woman now. Her mask of tende ness thrown aside, but still superbly beautiful in her pain and shame. **Cow- ard!” she cried, *“*coward, coward! You are or have been the lover of this girl, and have written to her—here, see you the letter! Had you told me the truth, Iloved youso well I'd have pnrll(me\l you—a surprise of the scnses! But you “_you have sworn this to me on your honor as a man! You have lied like a lackey taken in a fault! And I—have I ever lied to you? Have you not known every thing?” My miserable, enforced marriage; my temptations vanquished, until the day I encountered you? You for whom I have cast aside my H and worldly life; for whom 1 have risked evervthing! Iam compromised, fuu know it; all Paris suspects my love or you—my husband, my friends, in short, all the world! It was inevitable; it was natural; you loved me, and I—I loved you; what” mattered the world to me—to me steeped in this love?” Henri checked her with a fierce, brusque ;zcsv,ure. *Ih bien! yes!” cried he, “I have lied to you like a coward anda lnckey. as you say! Iwas ufraid of losing you; but love you, I love you, I caunot .live without you!” **Whether you can or not, you will find you must; for l love you no longer, Iscorn you—adieu! He threw himself down before the d;l()l‘, his arms crossed, his face inflexi- ble. ‘*‘Hear me!” he cried, ‘‘and me—if you do not pardon me myself!” She laughed aloua—a laughter cruel and scornful. SKill yourself? Allons done! One doos these things, but one does uot an- nounce them!” Henri drew aside, coldly. “Pass you,” he suid, ‘‘the way is clear!” ou know will kill At his customary hour—that is, to- wurd 7 o'clock—M, Ryant returned o his home, *The comtesse,” they told him, ** was suffering hom headache and wished to see no one.” He was vexed. and very much vexed. Mme. Ryant did not admit the head- ache, that too complasant malady. The bilious, you know, can never under- stand the nervousness of another. More than this, and something exwraordinary, this king of finance, celebrated for his wines, his millions, his racing studs, and his three well- -paying puavers, was entirely alone this evening. His habit- ual court had failcd him. He went to dine at the elub, But the next day et breakfast, and the same at dinner, the response was still unchanged. “*Mme, la Comtesse continued ill and desired to see no one,” Brietly, Fernande did not consent to appear until the third day, then she was pale, with circled eyes and broken by forty-eight hours of mortal and mental angu T trust that you will pardon me,” she said to her husband, “‘but I have been ill—I aw still ilL,” M. de Ryant touched her hand with- out response, proffered his arm and the; to the salle-a-manger. Througl the window, across the tree-tops fellya doar,” . ray of sunlight—the wan sunlight of | February, which resembles a sad smile. | short breakfast—with only now and | then a brief word exchanged with the comtesse before the correct footman. | Ordinarily, at 11 precisely, he rose { from the table, took leave of his wife and retired to his private office to re- main there attending to his many du- | ties till 8 in the afternoon. To-day, | however, he stopped negligently. “T must speak with you a moment, my said he. to accompany you boudoir?” Fernande raised her eyes with a movement of astonishment. In ten to your private parted for the first time from his regu- ar habits. “‘For but a moment,” he added, “and, by the way, and do not forget that to- night is the ficst night of Fancillon. You recover in good time.” Meanwhile, arrived at her little salon. Fernande seated hersolf and re- garded her husband, a tall man and thin, cold and impassively calm, the gleam of his blue eyes like the sheen of u-mperud metal. *“Yes,” he began, ‘‘my dear Fernande, to speak with you. as I suid, briefly, in order to place before you our reciproeal situation. When I married you you were poor. T did not demand your love but your friendship; I have received from you what I had a right to expect, being double your own age. You brought me superb beauty. in- comparable wit, and a finished educa- tion. So mucn of all three did you bring me that my salon is one of the half dozen or so that still exist in this city. Upon my side I believe that I have faithfully observed the tacit con- tract botween us. Your life is entirely free. You have your relations the same as [ have mine. I have asked of you but one thing—simply th t should it please you to have [riends—more in- timate than others, those friends, then. should please me. Until at present T have had nothing with which. to re- proach you. The men and women you receive here have all bean charming, people of wit and of letters, like Rouv- ray, for instance, and artists like Henri Servain, I see no harm in it. Fernande trembled. The comte re- sumed steadily, calmly, emphasizing no special word. “Very amusing this Rouvray; toler- ably mu_lhgcutund with great tuct, and k:xlid you assiduous court, did he not? Nay.do not blush; I am not jealous; und then I have seen him less during the past twelve months! Poor Rouvray! Unfortunately be has no ear for music, of which, for a fact, there has been a great deal in our house. Henri Ser- vain has doubtedless wearied him. Charming also this friend of yours, and talented, but unhappily a httle too haughty und touchy. ~You should coun- sel him to soften his characten; he af- fects too great u scorn for money; you see this, ot course. my poor mitlions! Rouv ray perpetually et o rmLiEEHD Seérvain perpetually of his musi I—woell, I 'admit it, I am sensitive to the manygers of !muplt‘ { Servain were as amidble as Rouvray, T assure you that he would not displease me. Fernande comprehended. She was cold to the soul, but forcing nerself to outward calmness was going to respond, wheun suddenly her husband, until then in_fronv of her, seated himseif at her **Dear child,” he resumed, ‘“‘now that I have engaged you to give counsel your friend Servain, listen to o ct that I have still to give you. Do you know what it is that [ hate mostin hife? No? Then I will tell you—itisadramag behind drama there is always scandal. Well, the world pardons every thing | but scandal. Opinion, public opinion, that is, respectitalways—it is the secret of life. So far, so good; now, I tind you nervous, you say ill, and 1 say you must calm yourself; that you must cure your- self—immediately. ~We are invuiner- able, remember, one and all df us, so long as we escape a public uproar. | the salons, and on and on, The comte ate with appetite, like a | man who works hard—a sabstantial but H “Will you permit me | years of married life M. de Ryant de- | Public epinion is a fermidable force, my dearest.” Fernande made a gesture of revolt, her womanly modesty cut to the quick. As well might her husband have said: “The new lover does not please me: T prefer the other!” for evidently he be- lieved that such had been the relation to her of that stupidly smiling M. de Rouvray. M. de Ryantsaw the move- ment, but without a word or look that Yetrayed the fagt rose to his feet, pressed a kiss upon his wife’s cold fingers, and with a brief “until evening, Fer turned and left the apurtment. The face of this man had resumed the mask of impassibility. He crossed the two salons and the long galiery crowded with pictures and grouns of marble, as if he did not see them. Upon the threshold of his private office his con- fidential valet awaited him. *The lmul of M. le Comte,” said he, s hi nn m\ the table," onal letters, for G I T E A A Ryant required no secretary. Two thirds of them were speedily disposed of in the waste basket, the rest of them piled at his elbow for immediate attention. The last of this pile, as he tore it open, be- gan with the phrase, “My dearest.’” § :st? M. de Rvant reversed it hastily. Ah-h! as he had supposed, r was intendea for his wife, He hesitated a second, then reversed it again and read it slowiy: “MY DEAR You will receive this by 12 o’clo wh\,n, as 1 know, you are alone. I shall await you in the Avenue Kleber until 8 o'clock; il you do not come, if you do not pardon me, I shall beep my word and—kill m 4 SHENRL Once more a strange flash darted from the eyes of the Comte de Rvant. | Something like a grimace curied his lips. He simply, however, glided the letter into his pocket, rang for his valet de chambre aud ordered his coupe, Fernande, the Comtesse de Ryant,had just completed her toilet to go out. It was 5 o'clock, the hour when she usually went to throw herself into THE ARMS OF HER LOVER, Since breakfast, cruel thoughts haunted her soul, and little by littie suffering cousumed her jealousy. Love had begun to revive in that heart s0 cruelly wounded. How empty the world would seem to her if Henri would fill it no more. All at once there was a rap at the door; 1t opened and M. de Ryant appeared, “Pardon my lack of ceremony,” said he, “*but I am in haste, Fernande. to re- pair a forgetfuluess. They brought me this letter by mistake. ‘I opened it without noticing it is yours.” And he watched her intently as he handed her Servain’s letter. He had read it, her husband? Did he | koow all? A l,huusflnd thoughts crowd- | ed the brain of Fernande. She felt in- | stinctively the drama that was closing about her. No matter, she would meet it—meet it bravely—even though it was atrap into which her husband was hunting her. She also regarded him intently and then she read, At the last | line she uttered acry. A cry? Noj a | ferocious interrogation, one single and | lacounic word: “Henri?” *Dead.” *Dead!” she staggered like a wounded | bird, but instantly recovering herself | turned about, and slowly, mechanically, without utterivg a word, without shed- had amber,and ke one who walked in a trance, to the threshold of the porte-cochere. A finare was passing at the mome she hn.li-:*- it and en- tered, still without a tra8e of emotion, and with the brief commuand: *To the Samaritaine!” She saw and heard nothing, nothi Lut descended with the same automatic calmness when the flacre stopped at last upon thequay, crossed the little bridee that led ;40 the boat, and contemplated the lmsp{mhln Seine. A great brazier seemed to flame in her heart; it would need all that water to extinguish it. Ten minutes later Fernande, wrapped in blankets and in charge of two of the Samaritaine women, lay white and in- sensible upon the bed of the patronne of the establishment. “She had been seized immediately,” cried the crowd congregated upon the quay: “Shoe had not had time even to take a cold, M. de Ryant, who had followed his wife and entered the chamber almost as soon as Fernande herself had been car- ried to it, hnd only to place discreetly bill for 1,000f. upon the chimney-pi and then to transport her, us spee as the horses could go, back again to her own hotel. Lights were burning in her apartment, and her husband sat beside her when once again she nwak- ened tothe cruellife from which she believed she had finally aped. She looked about her vaguely. “Have you not forgotten, my dear- est?” her h\ band said to herin a clear, vou not forgotten thut time begins the premiere of ‘Feancillon?’ All Paris must see you there. 1Itis time that you were making ready!” Fright seized her, but M. de Ryant continued in u tone thut mastered her: “Muke no mistake, Fernande, I will not be made ridiculous. Your women are here. They will dress youl” And those women, with the eye of the upon them, took that living and began to clothe it, and she, that de: srmitted them to do it, having ueitl £ the cruelty nor to protest against it. Her e e tearless, her face white as clay, her body racked with convulsive shivers; but her decollete robe spread out its long train of shining sutin, diamonds sparkled upon her neck and arms, an odor of violets T from her garments, and tl creature felt herself borne along like the helpless victim of u hideous night- ma Drop by drop lite seemed to be going from her, and she asked herself if the sufferings she cndured were not in feality death, but death without forget- rulness, and with thought! ding a tear, trnmrued l)‘e she felt The second act was well under way | when M. and Mme. de Ryant entered their loge, No. 27, and well to the front. A stir ran through the hall as they were recognized.for already the death of Ser- vain, the composer, was the gossip of the coulisses and the corridors. Was the comtesse, then. ignorant of ber lover’s death. No. certainly not; she was bound to have known it. Then, had they deceived themselves Heunri Servain not lov al the been the uunlvsw All the sumne, therg were still many in | that crowded house who suspected the traged The frightful tragedy! Pussing ahove them in that velvet hung box, M. de Ryant saw and felt this, and the whisper with which he was no less threatefng than the anx- ious curiosity of the crowd. X Cmn'n;.’n_. Pernande! l‘uhlu, opinion, Fernande! They regard us ludeed they did three Parisivn ial discussed the question with careless frankness. *‘Buh!” sald one of them at last, with smothered laughter. with cold cruel laughter; “bah, Tl settle the matter in five minutes time. I going to her box, there to re story. If she has not been told—ah, Have you PEARS soar: Had | leant ' toward his wifs and well, keep your eye u‘mn her and see how she.keeps her head!” Keeps her head! 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Bailey, 9 Chatles siroet, Haverhill, Moss. “ T hive bocn uaing Aver's Halt Vigor for several years, and believe tiat it has Saaed my’ IAlY 0 retain its natural color,"—Mrs, H, J. King, Dealer in Dry Goods, &c., Bishopville, Md. Ryer’s Hair Vigor, PREFARED BY Dr. J. C. Ayer & Co., Lowell, Mass. Bold by Druggiats uud Perfumers. ’S" R T o tate Line. To Glasgow, Belfast, Dublin and Liverpool From New York Every Tuesday. Cabin passage K35 to &0, necording tolocation ofsty room. Excurs ) N BLEGEN, Gen'l Western Agent. 104 Rundoiph St., Chicago. HARRY E. MOIES, Agent. Omahn. _ Roluced Cabinrates o Glas ¢ SHROEDER & DEAN, GRAIN, Frovisions = Stocks Basement First National Bank, 505 South S(rect, - Omaha COMMERCIAL NATIONAL BANK.| $400,000 40,000 Capital, Surplus, - - - Oficers and Directors—E, M. Morszmnm(}. M. Hitwhcock, Jos. Garneau, A. Honry, K. M. Anderson } \\ m. Mnux iams,'A.P. lenrd clul.\ler' ) re: F. B.'Bryant, Paitan CASRIOE. NEBRASKA NATIONAL BANK, U. 5. DEPOSITORY, OMAEA, NEB. Capital Surplus, Ji W. H. 8. HUGHES, Casher. THE IRON BANK, Cor. 12th und_Farnam Sts. A General i king Business Transacted OMAFA MANUFACTURERS. Boots and shoen llll”\lh\l)ALL, J()\L‘\ & CO., Successors to Reed, Jones & Co. Wholesale Mannfacturers of B:ots & Shoes Agents for Boston Rubber &hoe Co., 1102, 1103 and 1108 Hurney Strect, Oms Uraska, STORZ & 1L Lager Beer Browers. 1531 North Eighteenth streot, Omaba, Neb. i cornlco. e FA(“F COKRNICE RKS, Manaf ctarers of Galvanized Iron Cornice Window-cups and matalie skylichis. John Kponetr, proprietor. 18 and 11 Eou:h 1ith street. _APupa: Boxes. 1) JOHN L. WILKIE, Pl‘[lIlI'lB ir Uma’la Paper BUX Pacmry i. DINBIOW & CO, lo mainufaeturers of Sash, Doors, Blinds end Mflulmm _ Branci ofice, 1211 and 1zard sireets, Omi BO. MANUFACTURING CO., Manuéacturers of Sash, Dors, Blinds, Mouldings, iairwork api tatarior hara \\ood onian, 13534 North 16th street, Omabi ¥ smum Fnflngu, Pumns. Elo. R BTRANG & CLARK STEAM HEATING 0O, Pumps, Pires and Engines, r, rallway sad minfog mppuu. ote. Btea: 920, ved'and 424 Faraam strevt, Omal | Motals OHARAJOBBERS DIRECTORY A‘rh:unural Imnlumam. CHURCHILL PARKER, Dealerin AZIICHl[flPfll Tmplements, Wagony Carriages and yugsios, Jo ;\l(‘n\:t.m‘!wmrnvm and O abin, Nebruska, LININGER & METCALF O Agricult'l Implements, Wagons, (}arrlam Bugaies, otes Wholosais Umnal.hohrllll. PARLIN, (Trn,n'm»m-‘ & MARTIN (0., Agricalt'l Implements, Wagons & Buggies i W), 008, W06 and W7 Jones street, Omaha, MOLINE, MILBURN & STODDARD CO., Manufaciurers and job' ersin Wacons, Buggies Rakes, Plows, Bl. Cor. 9th and Pactdo st-eets, Omaba. Artists' Waterials, Pianos and Organs, 1619 Douglas aireet, Omaha, Nebraska. _Boote and 8ho & W. V. MORSE & O Jobbers of Boots and Shoes. 1101, 1104, 1105 Douglas stecet, Omaha. M Summor street, Host __Goal, Coke, Eto. JAMES W, THATCHER COAL {‘(), Bl Miners and Shippers of Ca! and Coke. __Room21, Natlonal Bank Bullding, Omaba, " Jotters of Hend end S0 Coal 20 Bouth 13th strvet, Omalin, Nebrasks. NEBHRASKA FUEL CoO., Stippers uf Coal and Guke. LUMBER, ETC, JOHN A. WAKEFIELD, Wholesale Lumber, Ete. T en Tor AL € hydra 16 comont dnd o Quia.y w CHAS R. LEE, D:aler in Bardweed Lumber, Wood carpets und parquet . 9th and Douglas trects, Omaha, N¢ D"AIIA LUMBER CO., All Kinds of Building Material at Who! ssalc 15th street and Union Py llv_ |r‘rl Om L (!UIS‘ BRADFORD D:aler in Lumber, Lath, Lime, Sash, Doors, Kte. Yards—Corner 7th and Douglas. Ofios Corner 10th and Loucias g "FRED. W. GRAY. Lambe', Lime, Cement, Ete., Ete. Cormer Yth and Douglas sts,, Omahs. C. N. DIE1Z, Dealer in All Kinds of Lumber. 15th and California streets, Omaha, Nebraska, ___Millinery and Noti Importers &Juhber; in Mi'linery & No'ions 205, 210 and 212 South lith street. ROBINSON NOTION CO‘, Wholesale Notions and l‘nmsllmg Goods, 118 Haruey Sireet, Omatia, RIDDELL & RILII)ELL, Storige and Commission Merchan's, Specialties—Butter, ogi 12 Howard Dry Goods and Notlons M. E. SMITH & CO., Dry Goods, Furnishing Goods and Notions 1102 and um Douglas, cor. 1ith street, Omabs, Neb. KILPATRICK-KOCH DRY GOODS CO., Tporters & Johvars in Dry Goods, Notions furnishin Corncr 11th and Harney Nebraska. HELIN, THOMPSON & CO., Imporiers and Job' ers of Wioicns and Tailors' T mmings, 317 South 15th st Furnllura. DEWEY & S10) WHU]BSBIU D,fl\[}l‘a 1 Plll‘]]lllll‘fl. — CHARLES SHIV Furniture. u, Nebi N, GALLAGHE co., wnfll"xal“ Groceries and Provisions, 1d 711 South 10U st., Omahs, Neb. McCORD, BRADY & Co., Wholssale Gracers, d Leavenwortl Omnha, Nobrasks, W. J. BROA'ICH, He:vy Hirdware, Iron and Steel, Eprinus, wazon stock, pre, lumber, eto. P nd 12110 an" altush Cmata, e ATOH, Heavy ledwm lrun and Steel. Bprings, wakon stock, h"d';':'z' lumber, eto: LEE, CLARKE, R CONPAN Y Wholesa'e Har dwars Catiery, Tin Plae, sheet iron, ete. Agents for Howe scalos, Miswmi powder & s vasbed w HIMEBAUGH & TAYLOR, Builders’ Hardware and Scale Repair Shop Mechauic’ tool and Buffalo . 1406 Dougles street, Omubis, No! ”Toys. Eto. Jobbers of Toys, Dolls, Albums, Fancy Goods, Bouse lurnlllllnu goods, adren's urmxn-. 1200 Farnam strost, Oma b, "U.S. WIND ENGINE & PUMP Co., Stean and Water Supplies. Ualltdey wiad s, 918 and @ Jonc otug Manager. " BROWNELL & C co., Eng'nes, Bulers a1d General H“GBIIIEI'Y Sheet-iron worx, saw mills, 1211215 Leave il Omaba, PAXTON & VIERLING IRON WORKS, Wrought and Cast Iron Building Work, brass work, gencral foundry, m smith work’ X ralls, winlow guard " ete. 13 North OMAHA SAFE & IRON WORKS, Manf’rs of Firg and Burglar I roof Safes, Vaults, fail work, 11on shutters sod fire uupu. Aiidreou, propT._Coruer ith aud Jacksos bia. BOUTE OMAEA. " UNION STOCK YARDS €0, 0f South Omaba, Limited Wlmlesale Refired and Lubricating 0ils, Axle gresso, eto., Omaba. A. H. Bishop, Manager CARPENTER PAPER CO., Wiolesale Paper D3 lers. Carry & nice st0ok of printins, wrapping aul writag L Bpeciul attontion given Lo card paper. o will send for ns mor :'ucmm mnu hratus: b d W, b (""L':U_\':'_ Vet i ittt i i homuunflm.m'm-n e c AN CE gua Fumurs CURED: o ulte) Bldicroo. i b. menld 150 Webashi av., CHICAGO,