Custer County Republican. (Broken Bow, Neb.) 1882-1921, 1908-07-02

iorCe was pushing Its mighty
power against the head of the
great propeller-the piston; have
seen this train of cars with its
load of precious human lives pass
on and out of sight, and | now
leave this scene that | have been
trying to tell, which l never car
forget, and make my way to a
hotel nearby the M. p. depot that
was recommended by Mr.. Walter
Scott as being nice place, which
we found was true in every re-
spect.
And here we are sitting in the
room assigned Tor MS to occupy
for the balance of the night or
as much longer as we cared too.
And in the silence and loneliness
of being alone and entirely among
strangers in this great city of
90, OBS population, do you wonder
when | tell you in the silence and
solitude of this room l feel Just a
little homesick for a little peep
through the vale of distance to
the shining light as reflected from
the window of our own home, and
view again for little while the
sunkissed hills of good old Custer
county that surrounds our home.
But we must be reconciled to this
state of affairs as we have made
it possible from choice our own
selves.
And now we close this day and
evening, with its many scenes
and events that have been made
visible to our eyes and conscious
to our mind, placing away in the
archives of memory the unwritten
thoughts of this day to be called
up at will. And others have
been placed in symbols of the
writtens language to be read,
criticised or commented on by
those who care to steal the time
from tie fleeting moments of life
to read this little message of
scattering thoughts l have gath
cred from this trip to the south
land.
/ now lie down in peaceful
slumber, having a consciousness
in my soul ] am at peace with
God and my fellow man, and to
each and all, bid you a loving
good uight.
March 20, 1908.
The shades of another night
have gone forever, and the beau
tiful sunlight of another day has
come kissing away the darkness
and gloom of night, giving to
this city, with its beautiful
plazas, lovely parks, magnificent
residences and myriads of sweet
scented flowers that carry their
odor and sweet fragrance to hovel
and mansion alike, and give to
passing stranger the undisputed
evidence an assurance of scenes
pleasing to the eye, delightful to
the mind and uplifting to the
soul.
We now take up the work of
this day. satisfying our morning
appetite in a restaurant on the
ground floor of the hotel. We
now start for uptown choosing to
walk rather than ride in the
street car, believing the exercise
will be of benefit to us. We stop.
ped, on our way, in barber shop
and gave IS cents in exchange
for shave, after which we re-
sumed our uptown walk and
being alone, having no Katy
Flyer with us this time to rush
things, we abided our own time
and would not suffer to be rushed
in the least. And it was not
long until we were near the busi-
ness center of the city walking
along tending to our own busi-
ness as best we knew how. AS
two gentlemen were passing by
we overheard them talking about
River Side Park addition and we
walked along still listening until
the opportune time came, and we
then made some inquiry of one of
these gentlemen about this River
Side Park addition, as we had
read something about it in Ne
braska before we left home. One
gentleman, Mr.. d. S. Miller, /
soon found out was fully able to
give me all the information /
needed, as he was a real estate
man and was agent for lots in
this very addition. He invited
me to his office, volunteered his
services to take me out and show
me the lots in River Side Park