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WHITNEY, G. 1». & T. A. St. 1'aul, Minn. ORIGINAL NOTICE. In the District court for Howard County, iowa October Term, 1805. :, Joseph Iloskovls, Plaintiff, vs. Mary Koukul (widow), John Koukal, Louis Kou lcul. Annie Koukal, Joseph Koukal, Kosie Koukal. Mary Koukal. and Ellis Koukal, Frank Koukal, Defendants, To the Defendants Above Named: Yon are hereby notllled tlmt 011 or before loth or Octobfr 18'J5, 011 tile in theolllce of the Clerk of the District Court. In and for the county of Howard, Slate of Iowa, a petition ol' the plaintiff above named, claiming of you the cancellation and set tint? atide of a certain judg ment, wherein John Koukal was plalntlfT and Joseph Iloskovls was defendant, which said Judgment was rendered Juno 25th 1691, in the District court of Howard county, Iowa, and recorded in Judgment record No, a, at. pajjo 017 also asking that ho lie adjudged tho ipgal owner of tlio roliowinj? described real estate: Eight acre*, commeiiciiig at a point twenty rods north of tho South-east corner of the south-caft quarter of the south-east quar ter of section seventeen, township ninety-seven North, range eleven West Fifth I\ M.: thence running north twenty rods, thence west clxty fourrods, thence south twenty rods, thence east sixty-four rods to place of beginning. And that unless you appeur thereto and de fend before noon of theseconrl day of the next term of the said court, appointed tob« held at the court house, in said county, commencing on the Slstday of October. 1805, your default will be entered and a Judgment rendered against you thereon. In accoidance with the prayer of said petition. BAltKER & UPTON, 5214 Attorneys for l'lalntlir. LOCAL AGENT WANTED IN CRESCO FOR METROPOLITAN ACCIDENT ASSOCIATION. Oldest and Best Accident Co. In TheWest. Has paid over 6000 claims. Good pay to active solicitors, address -ta C. If. BllNKEB Secy, Chicago, 10-1 PEB DEES for $1. j, JT **—5"'" jV*' 111. 1 J.M. BARR&SON ELMA, IOWA Give prompt sittention to 'all kinds of Wood aud Iron Work, heavy or light. WOOD AND IRON TURNING Am prepared 10 do all kinds of Heavy Iron Work, Wagon Work of all kinds, Ilorse Shoeing and General Blacksmithing. Shop one block cast of Busti ave., Elma. 50 Elma Cooper Shop In the Sioco building, first east of the Opera House. Pork Barrels, Butter Tubs, Flour Barrels and Firkins made to order All work needing cooperage re paired promptly repaired at reasonable prices. C. A. McCULLOW, Proprietor. Willard L. Converse Attorney and Counselor At Law Booms 3 and 4 Berg Block. CRESCO, IOWA. E. R. Thompson Cresco, Iowa- Owner and Proprietor of a Set Abstract Books of Howard Co. Real Estate Bought and Sold, and Loans Placod. OlBoe over Geraty & Terry's Store Weil-Dressed Man is the pride of his wife, sweet heart or children, and ofhisr.eigh- 1)0 l'S Ask Your Wife, Sweetheart or Sister how to get lip a well made, up-to date suit of clothes, aud she will tell you to go to a tailor. Fall and Winter Suitings are now 011 exhibition, and you can get a stylish, well made suit of clothes at a very slight advance over the price asked for hand-me downs, by calling 011 Markovetz & Hagen, Over J. B. Caward & Co's Store, Cresco, Iowa. 1 Market Harden for Sale. 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Restores the Senses of Taste and Smell. lAV-FEVEH Try the Cure A particle is applied into each nostril and is agreeable. Trice 50 cents at Druggists: by mail registered, 00 cts. 41 ELY BROTHERS, 55 Warren St., Now York 0. B. Bowers, M. D. PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON, Cresco, Iowa. Olllce and Residence corner of Peck an Kim Streets, opposite tlio liaptist ('hureli. Professional calls will have prompt attention. 3 Whcro a IIe:u! llatl llcgtcd. Paterfamilias—I fancy that yotiny man is making fjreat progress in mak ing love to Ethel! you Materfamilias What makes think so? Paterfamilias—Ilo offerocHno a cigar last ntglit when he was going away and found that all in his vest pocket were broken.—Town Topics. Equal to tho Occndlon. "Mary, we have breakfast at eight o'clock," said Mrs. Post to her new servant girl, who was already enter taining several friends who had dropped in to see how she liked her new place. "All right, ma'am," said Mary. "If I ain't up don't wait for me."—San Fran aisco Post. No Need of Wasting Kflfort. "I have been requested," said the good pastor, beaming over the pulpit, "to offer prayers for rain, but the su perintendent informs mo that the Sun day school picnic is arranged for Tues day." Which, of course, would fetch a downpour.—N. Y. Recorder. Dofcctlvo Legislation. First Tramp—Did you hear about that new law fer teacliin' the school children about the effects of liquor? Second Tramp—Yes. If they'd only provided fer the appointment of a ter rfble example fer each school at a big salary you and I might have struck a si)ap.—Brooklyn Life. Very Bright. "Miss Mabel is a bright girl," said young Mr. Dinwiddle to Miss Jumon ville. "True, she is always casting reflec tions," was the reply of the latter, who regards Mabel as a rival.—Pittsburgh Chronicle. Skoptlcai. Willie Slimson—My aunt gave me a dollar to-day to put in my bank. Featlierstone Did you put it in, Willie? Willie—No, sir. Father has charge of that bank.—Brooklyn Life. A Model of Incompetency. Mrs. Nervus—I want a good girl. Now, is this girl you recommend capa ble? Agent (pityingly)—Why, ma'am, that girl is capable of anything.—Texas Slftings. Death of Modesty. They burled her In her bathing suit, A victim sho of the sen, Who died from sliamo whon a bis wave came— Her epitaph "R. P." —Louisville Truth. A GOOD REASQX. spare copper "Please hungry I" "Why don't yon work?" "Because that would make me still move hungry."—Judy. BOY AND MAIDEN. Frem the ever dcep'nlng dlsUnoe Of the pait, I oft recall One, whose smile upon my pathway, As a sunbeam scorned to fall Who, when dropped the npple blossom*, I.oved adown the lanes to stray, Pluoklng horc and there a wild flower. Fragrant with the breath of Way. Day by day some fancy lurod us Where tho village pathways met, I, a boy with boundless longings, Sh an artless schoolgirl yet— And «ts fair and winsome maiden. Tripping lightly o'er tho Ion, Hidden In her basket often Had a chosen flower for mo. Not a word was ever spoken, Vory strango to me It seems Not a whisper passod botwoen us Of tho burden of our dreams Not as lovers were our meetings, Nor as lovors our good-bys, Only boy and maiden wore wo. Handsome In each othor's eyes. Many yoars have come and vanished. And our locks aro thin and gray Still sho plucks for mo tho wild flowers. Fragrant with tho breath of May. More than maiden I behold her, With tho sunset on her brow For as one of God's good angels She is walklug with mo now. —Henry S. Washburn, In Watchman. A BROKEN ENGAGEMENT. There is one matchless hour in a man's life. Every sense of his being surrenders to the delicious, intoxicat ing influence, and all the world seems to bo reveling In a carnival of joy. Sound becomes music, commonplaco things become beautiful and sight and feeling conspire together to intensify tho illusion. This hour is when, for the first time, the woman he loves yields up her first confession of love for him, and for the first time gazes soul fully into his face, a wealth of love, trust and happiness beaming from her dear eyes. Thon it is not what he has been or will be, but what he is and what is his that concerns him. Howard Verdery had had his hour, but so recently that the joy of it still lingered with him like a glad echo, lie could not quickly realize that sho loved him as fully and completely as he would hare her love him. It had come about so gradually, by such nat ural, human stages—just in the way that such things must come about—he imagined that it was hard for him to realize that it was true but what a glorious thing it was for him! He felt that he had in him the raw material for a splendid manhood. By Helen's hands it might be woven into a substantial texture that would defy such petty temptations to evil as he had yielded to in younger days, not be cause of lack of strength, he felt, but because he was young, unknowing, unformed Those were fine days, and there was little in them to regret. lie had had his season of wild college dis sipation It was no worse than .that of tho average college man—uot half so bad as some. But that was over. Years and Helen had opened a grand Held for him, and ho knew he would bo pur poseful and mauly. She would help him by her ready womanly sympathy, her good judg ment, her line womanly tact. What an ideal woman Helen was! llow con genial, how sweetly disposed, how noblel "Helen is my conscience," he thought. "I never feel bad or unworthy except when I am with tier. She takes such a fine, htgh view ol things, and she is so strong in living up to that view. I couldn't do an unmanly thing with Helen in my heart and mind aud char acter. His father was delighted with the news, as were his mother aud sisters. They crowded about him and told him, three at a time, how glad they were. "Why, my boy, I'm proud of you, proud of you," said his father, a hearty looking man of fifty, a fair type of the successful business man. "Vou dou't know how happy you have made me. You have removod the most serious ap prehension of my life, for I was afraid you might do something foolish— there's no accounting for a young man, you know. "Even tho steadiest of them some times lose their heads whero a woman is concerned. I have been a young maS myself, Howard. But you have acted sensibly, and your future's as sured. Helen will bo a great help to you. In a few years I will have to re tire from the business altogether and I will, leave it in your hands. My boy, do j'ou know you have never pleased me so well in your life?" And tho two, father aud son, shook hands with groat warmth. "Helen has always seemed like a sis ter," Agnes said. "It will be so lovely for her to bo that in fact." And everybody congratulated Ver dery, lucky Verdery, and the young fellow in the glow of his happiness felt that life was just beginning for him. It was the best of days. Young Verdery, in the conccit that fortune's favoritism had bred in him. chose to fancy that naturo had ordered the day because of the significance that it bore to his life. It was Thanksgiving day, and it was his father's idea that it be observed with reference to his engage ment. And now tho day was drawing to a close. Most of the guests that liad been invited to make the occasion what it should be had departed. Helen was among the few who remained. "You should be very happy," said the elder for the fiftieth time. "You have everything to make you so in fact, I have never seen young people start out more auspiciously. If fluo prospects, good wishes and tiie quality they call love can make a pair of youngsters happy I'm sure you two will not fail to be. My blessing, my children, ray blessing." "1 am sure we shall be," said Helen. "There's nothing to prevent, except wo might quarrel. I am sure we shall never do that. We understand each other too well for that. If tliero should ever be any trilling misunder standing neither of us would let it be tray us into ugly worda. We would wait, sure that it would come out all right. We have already adopted a system of dealing with each other in perfect honesty, and it has worked so admirably that I feet it will be a great success when we aro mar ried. We tell each other everything— everything, don't we, Howard?" "Why, yes," said Howard, "every thing. I never felt tempted to keep back anything but once, and that was when I met Jack Chambers, my old friend Jack, the other day, and—well, you know Jack will indulge—a—and I —I've told her all about it. But it wasn't so wicked, was it?" "N^ whon we consider it was Ja$k," omu neicn. "But if it had boen any one else—woll, I should have said you ought not." "Nobody but Jack could have in duced me. Helen," Howard declared "he's a great-hearted fellow, and it's not half as bad for hi in to drink all he wants as it would bo for mo to take a single drink. Somehow you forgive Jack everything—every one overlooks Jack, he's such a dear, frank fellow. A fellow would go on a lark with Jack and think nothing of it, when ho wouldn't join his father in a drink. And now that we are very sure that we are going to be the happiest people in the world, I will run down to tho office for a few minutes, if you'll ex cuse me. There's some important mail." "Howard, wo aro going to take you for a drive," said Helen, disappointed ly. "Couldn't you give up the office just this once for us?" "Well—er—you see this is very im portant, but I'll tell you what we'll do. Drop me at the ofllcc and come back for me in a few—say ten minutes—and then—anywhere you like." m. Howard Verdery bounded lightly up the stairway and into his office, whistling as he went. No one was about, not even the janitor, as all were enjoying the holiday, and a heap of letters lay upon the floor where they had been pushed through the door by the postman. Verdery gathered up the lot and tossing them on his desk began hurriedly running, through them. It was the first minute that he had had to himself all day, and now as it all rushed upon him, he felt sure, quito sure, that in all tho world there was not a happier man than lie. lie sorted out tho letters, selecting such as he deemed important, and ripping them open, mastered their contents in tho quick fashion of the trained business man. But ho could not bring his mind to the exclusivo consideration of hat was before him. Helen's smile, Helen's voice—Helen, Helen, Helen was before him. Thero was a light step on the stair and the rustle of skirts. "Helen al ready, and I'm not half through," he murmured gladly, his eyes moving over the paper with greater swiftness. The step was at the door, and springing up, with beaming, smiling face, tho letters falling to the floor, stood to meet her. "Helen—" He fell back a pace or two as if some one had given him a blow. His out stretched arms fell nimbly to his side and the smile died on his face. "Howard, Howard—" It was a voice whose tones he well knew, but which he had not heard for years, and which ho had almost for gotten. A queenly woman with pale and troubled face stood before him, holding out her hand. "Howard." To the tortured man It seemed as if a whole half hour passed as they stood thus, lie could not speak. "Will you uot spealc to me?" she asked. "What aro you doing here?" ho said, in a voice that was not his own. "Howard, speak to mo—Just a word speak to mo us you once did, and I can tell you." The woman was almost pathetic in her appeal. The tears started from her eyes. "I nevet expected to see you again," he went oil rapidly, disregarding her. "You have no right to come here. I had forgotten you—you are nothing to me. What do you want here? Tell me—quick." She was not a woman to be fright ened her face bore proof ot that, but his words completely unnerved her. "Don't talk to me that way," she begged, "don't. Forgive mo for com ing to you, but I could not stay away— I had to come. I saw by the papers that you were to be married aud it drove mc wild. I thought I could leave you alone forever, but I could not bear it. 1 cannot bear to seo you marry an other, Howard, I cannot. I cannot. It's nothing to mo, I know, but you shall not—" "You are wild—mad," ho said, ex citedly. Her passion had aroused him, almost frightened him. "You aro a porfect fool. You don't seem to un derstand that I was a boy, nothing but a boy, with no ideas of duty or love or anything. I am a man now I have crushed the past under my foot, and you—you with it." He had grown very calm and reso lute now. Tho necessity for quick, effective action had impressed him. "Any minute my aflianced wife may come in that door," he said, "and she must not see yon here. Do you under stand that? There is the door." He pointed to it theatrically. But she did not heed. "I shall not go," she said. "I shall tell her. Not that I want to harm you —I would do anything in the world for you—but I—I—I could not allow you to marry anyone. It would kill me!" "This is insanity!" he said, "mad ness! Why do you come here at this of all times? If I had cared anything for you would I have kept away from you all these years? I have forgotten you, forgotten that you over lived. You are nothing to me! Now, why do you stay? Go, go—she, she—llelen—will be here in a moment—in a moment— and—she must not sec you here!" He alternated between coolness and intense excitement. The strain upon his nerves was most severe. What if Helen should come? The woman was trembling with excitement, but des perately resolute. "I shall not go," she said. "You shall," he shouted "you shall got You shall not stay here and ruin me just bccause of a schoolboy prom ise. I was a boy then, I am a man now! Now go!" The woman gave no sign of yielding. She stood firmly and looked the young man squarely in the face. "Will you not go?" ho begged. "Don't you understand what it means to me if j'ou stay here another minute? Tho woman I am to marry is coming hero, and sho must not see you—oh, can't you understand that, aud won't you go? Go—please go, and comeback to-morrow—any time, but leave me now—for God's sake—" Neither had heard a gentle footstep in the hallway, and for a moment neither saw the tall, fine woman who stood in the doorway looking at them with wondering eyes. Then, at tho same moment, tho eyes of both fell upon her. They under stood. For tlio great space of a quar ter of a minute there was silence, ominous and profound, broken at last by Verdery's impetuous, appealing cry: "Helen!" lie moved toward her, but she drew hernelf up resolutely. "J did not rncjut to hoar," she fiaid. y?' ':w.. .f [tf aahiAta. a* uiu* wilCO. out, couiu not help It, and—I understand. I will not intrude.,1' I—1 will send the carriage back for S' you—Mr. Verdery." "Helen, you cannot mean that--that" you—" he be car). "Heard? Ye. I heard enough inoro' than enough. There's nothing to say." She started to go. "Helen! Helen!" ho cried "just a moment! Listen to me! This is all a, mistake, a terrible—you will not go away like that? Wait—I will go with' you." "You will not," she said, deter minedly. "I do not need you. That is enough." "But, Helen," ho begged, "what— what does this mean?" "It means," she said, "that I heard* what you said to—to this lady. I un derstand. There's no explanation nothing that can change what I heard. It means that you are less to me than she is to you." "You cannot mean it, Helen!" he said, in great alarm. "Think of what you are saying! Think of what it means to me! Helen! llelen! let mo explain. I was a boy then, nothing but a foolish boy. I am so different now I'm a man now, and all my heart, my soul, my lifo aro yours—yours, Helen! Do you hear me? The past ia dead!" "You cannot explain to mo," sho said, turning to go. "You havo al ready said too much. I will not in trude further." j. "I will go with you!" ha declared. "I will explain. You shall not leave mo like this." "You cannot go," sho said, "and you will not insist when I tell you that I do not wish you with me." more He saw that she meant it. "Then I will come to-morrow," ho said. "I can make you understand it. I will come to-morrow and explain everything." "I will not seo you to-morrow," sho said. "You need not come." "Then I will come Sunday—I will wait until you have thought over it and are ready to listen to me. I'm sure you will change your mind then. I will come Sunday." "It will bo unnecessary trouble," she told him, quietly and decisively "I will not see you." "Not see me?" he said. "Think how long it is— three days—and things will appear so different then. When may I come? Just name the day—I will do as you say." "There will never be any day when you may come." "Helen—" But sho had gone. Tho room was reeling round and round. Verdery, like a drunken man, dropped into his chair. His head fell upon his hands. He sat there, dumb, trying vainly to realize what had happened aud failing to do it. His thoughts raced madly through his mind, lceoping pace with the mad leaping of the blood in his almost bursting veins and nothing save the powerful and overwhelming sense of calamity remained with him. The collapse had come in a moment. IV. At length he arose. It was dark in the room and lie was alone, ileao ticed a batch of letters at his fest and picked them up. The lights on tho street shone through the window feebly. It was not late, for the street was still- thronsred with people. Could it be that it was just an hour age?-" Where had tho wonian jfone? H«"d'rew down the cover of his desk and was turning to go when a familiar step sounded outside. "Why, Mr. Howard, what are you doing here? What's up? Tho carriage came around au hour ago and voui father—devilish particular old chap he couldn't understand it, and he sent me around to look you up." It was Jack Chambers. "Upon my word, that's funny," said Verdery, laughing. "I had a lot of work to finish aud Helen, she—went homo." "Is that all? 1 knew it wouldn't bo much, but I came to please the old man. Say, what aro you going to do to-night? Can't you come out and have a good time with a lot of us fellows? There's a great gang of the boys who came up to the Thanksgiving game and we aro going on a lark to-night, and you've got to coine along. 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