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JOB'S BEDROOM BOX
By L. C. OSTERHOUT.
Job leaned back in his chair and
watched the smoke-wreaths from his
evening plpo floating about the celling.
An irregular rap-tapping Bounded from
the direction of the kitchen. Ho took
his pipe from his mouth and frowned
slightly. "I wondor what she's up to
now 7" ho thought.
"Oh, Sarah IV
"Yes, dear""
"What are you doing out there?"
"Nothing."
"You'ro making a good deal of
racket about it. I thought I hoard
you pounding?"
"You did." There was a clatter of
unilH and. a bright, smiling little wo
man appeared in the doorway, "Job,"
she said, "you mjistn't come In the
kitchen becaustrPm making a surprise
for you." -
"la it something to drink?"
"No. What put -that foolish idea
In your head?"
"I thought! heard you spiking it."
Sarah wrinkled her nose, thrust her
tongue into view, nnd disappeared.
The hammer blows -were resumed for
a few momenta, then camo a pause
and a low laugh.
"Job."
"Yes."
"Do you want to know what I'm
making?"
"If you want to tell me. What Is
It?"
"I'm making a pound cake."
After this there was a long silence,
broken only by the hammering. Job
resumed his pipe and began to doze
Suddenly ho was brought to his feet
by a loud scroam. Ho ran to the
kitchen and found Sarah standing In
the middle of the floor with tho tenrs
running down her face and the lingers
of hor left hand clasped tightly In her
right. He took In the situation at a
glance and lialf carried hor to tho sofa
in the front room, whore sho wriggled
fn .pain while he ran In search of the
witch, hazel bottle nnd bathed her
bruised fingers until the pain was
eaBod. Sho looked at him and smiled
bravely through here tears; "I I hit
the wrong nnll, didn't I?"
"Yes what did you say when you
whacked your fingers?"
"Do .you want me to repeat the
words you said when you wero put
ting up the stovo?"
Job blushed at the memory of this
Incident. "No, you may omit those."
"Well, then I'm afraid I haven't any
thing to tell."
They both laughed. "I finished your,
sWprlse, tIfough,,rSarah broko in.
"Get It and see if you don't think it is
nice."
Job wont as directod and found an
upholstored box about the size of a
crackerbpx. "I wonder wWt this is
for? Ha! this will probably explain."
he said, as a copy of the "Ladles'
Hoipe Journal," which was lyjing open
on tlio floor, caught hla eye- "Hints
for tho Household' His oyo scanned
the column. "Thls must be It," ho
said atla8t, and rend, "A Bedroom
Box. Gentlemen will appreciate hav
ing a neat box to put their shoes in
durlng'tho night Something that will
bo ornamental nnd enn bo slipped un
der tho bod to be out of the way."
Then came specific directions for
making it which could bo followed out
by on? who had had no experience in
carpenter work or in the uso of tools.
"Aren't you coming?" Sarah called.
"Yob, I'm admiring' your, work of
art," Job replied; as ho reached down
to pick up tho box. It wobbled and
caved over to ono side at his touch.
Ho straightened it and carried It gin
gerly to his wife.
"This is very good of you; Sarah;-
but haven't you cast a reflection on tiju
size of my shoeB?"
"I, thauglhYrriiaybo you" would want
to put something besides your shoes in
it; and perhaps the greatest reason
was that I couldn't ilnd any boards
the right size."
"Oh, that was It?"
"And Bee I put on this spring lock,!
that wasn't in the directions, but I .
thought it would be nice."
"That was quite an idea It will
keep my shoes from walking off with
out mo during the night, for If they
aro the size of the box they ure quite
large enough to walk alone. I won dor
they haven't done ao bofore." Job
look his box to the bedroom and
placed it on the flood as carefully as
if it had been a crate of eggs.
"I can hardly wait for bedtime," he
exclaimed when he returned.
Sarah looked at him scarchlngly, but
there was nothing In Job's good nn
tured face to take offense at, so she
passed over his romnrk without re
plying. When bedtime did come, Job waB
careful to show his full appreciation
of the gift, so he lovingly dropped his
shoes in tho box, closed tlie lid nnd
pushed It under tho bed. Ho felt
highly repaid when ho saw Sarah's
face smiling happily In tho knowledge
of a worthy deed well done,- nnd ho
went to sleep with sweet dreams.
In the midst of them lie was awak
ened, Two cats were Imitating the
conservatory of music beneath his
window. He reached down for his
shocB n the only nvallnblo missiles
and then remembered the box. Tho
concert had become more animated
the cats were putting more life into
their efforts bo ho crawled out of bod
and began to claw around In Hie dark
for the box. When he finally succeed
ed in putting his hands on it he
could not open the lid, as his wlfo
hu(1 fn;otten to give him the key. The
cats wore having an intermission, so
he went back to bed, where he slept
quietly for a few minutes. Then the
serennders began their second number
with a grand doublo fortissimo. He
waited for them to strangle themselves
till he Anally lost patience. He
crawled out of bed a second time and
started for the window, but stumbled
over-his-box-whlch-ho-hnd-loftHn-the
middle, of tho floor. Job's temper took
complete possession of him. Ho hob
bled across tho floor with his aching
too, jerked tho window open and
throw the box, with all his strength,
in the direction of the musicians.
There was a shrill, discordant yell,
broken short by tho crash of breaking
boards, and tho sound of the cats
scurrying across tho Inwn.
Job lit a match and turned around.
Sarah was sitting up in bed and star
ing nt him. "What was that?" sho
asked.
''That was your conrounded box,''
he said, lifting bis toe .tenderly.
"You needn't feel bo bad about it,
Job; I will make you another. And
this ono baa served its purposo as a
shoo-box, anyway."
L. C. OSTERHOUT.
8IGMA CHI8 WIN YESTERDAY.
Defeat Phi Kappa Psi In Interfratern
ity Baseball,
Tho Sigma Chl baseball team de
feated the Phi Kappa Psi team yester
day afternoon by tlio score' of 11 to C,
Considering tho fact that it was tho
first game of the season for both
teams' an1 exceptionally good game
was played.
The batteries wero Reed and Switz
ler for tho Phi Pais nnd Doyle arid,
Smith for tho Sigma Chls. Doyle!
who is, a freshman pitched a very
good articlo of ball and seemed to
have everything his own way.
All of the fraternity games will bo
played this mpnttyand thlswlll necoB-
sltnto tho playing of a game nearly
every day, Tho championship games
will be playod during tho first two
weeks in May. Last year's champion
ship game will also be played at thid
time. ' ' .,'""'
Tha third Literary Issue of
"The Dally Nebraskna" under
the supervision of the English
Club.
THE HIMNNESS OF PAN
Dy NORMA RICHARDSON.
Pan wandered out from tho cool,
dark, grcennosa of tho forest nnd sat
down ftmong tho gmBBeH )OHdo a mUo
stream. Dropping his plpo of reeds be
side him, he leaned over and drank
long and deoply of tho clonr, cold
water. Then raising his head, he
gazed at hlB reflection mirrored in tho
shining little stream. With a sudden
passlonato gesture, he throw Ills pipe
of reeds far from him and spoke to
the stillness of the woods.
"Since nono of the good things of
life are for me, I will no longer help
I others to find them. I hnvo sought
Love and I have found only a hollow
reed upon which I might voice the pas
sion of others. I seek Beauty and
find this!" and again ho gazed at his
ugly face and loathsomo body In the
water.
"No!" ho cried, "I will piny no
more for the thankless beings who
listen so greedily for my music and
then laugh laugh at my ugliness."
And Pan, the spirit of the woods and
fields, buried his head In tho tall
grass and sobbed.
A hush stole over the forest as
though the dusk had suddenly fallen.
The branches trembled and then hung
limp and liroless. A bird chirped mid
then stopped frightened nt the dis
cordant sound Its voice mndp Jn tho
stillness.
Down the green aisle 'of the forest
there came presently a man. But
truly, thought Pan, as he raised his
head and gazed at tho intruder, the
gads must have fashioned him for a
Jest; perhapB they had, and Fate laid
dressed him in a fool's caps and bells
and made "his vocation that of making
others laugh.
The dwarf Bank his deformed body
wearily down at tho foot of a trco,
and from behind, tho tall grass Pan
watched him. Never bofore had ho
seen so ugly and deformed a mortal,
nnd thn wood nod forirot for the mo
ment his own. grief. It seemed that
Fate was sometimes unkind to tho
human fnmily as well as to tho lesser
gods. - .
The face or the dwarf was 'drawn
with pain, and na his body twitched
convulsively, the little bells nt his
knees rang with a mocking sound.
Pan looked at his pipe of reeds. Tho
sight of a being in pain was new to
him and awoke a human note of sym
pathy In his heart.
"Oh, o forget it all Tor a moment,"
moaned the dwarf, as ho bowed his
crooked back over his knees. A great
sob shook him, and again the little
bella laughed tholr mocking laugh,
Again Pan gazed thoughtfully at tho
plpo of reeds. He had heard It laugh
with tho same mockery in its voicp;
but now he picked it up gently and
blow a long awcet note. A little breezo
ran through tho forest, shaking tlie
leaves back to life again. A bird
called softly to hla mate and tho an
swer camo back low and sweet Again
the, pipes of Pan sounded loud and
clear, and the life' of tho foreBt begun
to pulse slowly back.
Tho leaveB shook nnd whispered
with the breeze ns It played among
thetn onco more. The birds called and
answered each other from trco to tree
their voices finally" blending in a
perfect melody of sound- And high,
nnd clear, arid sweet above tho forest
noises, there rose the pipes of Jan as
ho played to tho" King's dwarf, who
lay on the ground nnd listened, while
the linos of pain smoothed themselvda.
away and his crooked limbs ceased to
twitch.
Gradually the music grew fainter;
tho forest noises ceased; nnd finally
the dwarf slept with a smllo of peace
on his face. And Part tucked his
pipes under his arm and sllppod away.
For being only onu of tho lesser gods
and also very ugly he could under
stand how a man might fool.
NORMA RICHARDSON.
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"UnLE S8T0HIES OF QUEBEC"
New Bcok by James Edward Le Ross
Iflno'l, Professor of Political Econ
omy at Nebraska, 1908-1909.
Thoso six little stories of Canadian
peasant life mako excellent reading
for tho tired time, or the extra half
hour. Told from tho standpoint of
some good old talkative "habitant"
simple-henrted, nnd pious, but a keen
obBorvor of men and their doings
the restful spirit pervading the talcs
Is extremely refreshing to nn Ameri
can, wearied by tho hurry-skurry of
his everyday living. Hero are no
hidden meanings, no complox char
actors; the story-teller moves along
Ih a very leisurely fashion, comment
ing freely with a mixture of preju
dice and shrewd common sense.
The plots are In all cases slight,
chosen with an eyo to tholr repre
sentative Interpretation of the life of
the people rather than tholr oddncss,
or dramatic Interest. Yet through
nearly every ono runs a vein of truth
which reaches down into 'human un
til ro farther than the more external
layer of race nnd environment. The
first story. "Tho Poor or Thjs World,"
describes tho honesty of a vory poor
woman, her husband crippled by an
accident, who. during thirty-five yearn
saved overy possible bou until alio
could repay a debt of three pounds
nnd five shillings which her rich cred
itor had long since forgotton. The
beauty of tho lovo between man and
w I f er-t h e k I n d noRS o f EatherGranik
tnnison, the patlonco and hopefulness
and real riches of tholr Hfo, make up
a picturo of tender ajid inviting charm.
Father Grandmnison, the old priest,
with his single worldly nmbition
which ho finally outgrows tho pos
session of a great house, Is a char
acter not less lovable, and rather
more naturaI' thnn V,ctor Hl"r'8 Mon
seigneur Bioncenu.
It is not unnatural, since this is the
author's first volume of fiction, that
there should bo a few crudencsBea in
it. Ono of these occura In the story
of tho mutual lovo of tho Valllant
coom brothers, Tlio dialogue in tho
first part of tlie story Is hard to read,
and appears confused nnd unnatural,
because of the constant sharp slilftlngs
of ground on 'Poleon's part. We feel
that the author bos strained to get
his effect. At times, too, the author,
negligently all6ws his mask of native
story-teller to fall aside' and Jroveal
too plainly his more worldly and mild
ly amused countenance,
Any review of tho boolr which did
not speak of tho Illustrations would
bo incomplete. Miss Laura Miller has
provided it with a full-pago sketch of
the principal character, of eacli story,
nnd attractive page decorations .of
nine different designs, reproduced In
Ved and bladk, turrit by turn, through
out tho book. The truthful and sym
pathetic naturo of these illustrations
hnvo not a little to do with the pleas
ing effect of tho stories as a' whole.
ItNIs to bo hoped that Professor Lo
Rosslgnol and Miss Miller will soma
time bring out more of these quaint
and quaintly decprntod tales of tho
Old Dominion. ' '
, FAYEJ M. HARTLEY.
Your car fare would pay for a nice
lunch at the Boston Lunch. -Whj go
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II SHRINE UNVOTED
Uy KSTELLE R. MORRISON.
Not long ago I spent sovoral weeks
at tho University of Virginia, which"""
Is a very old Institution, with tnany
Interesting associations. Almost as
soon as I reached i, I was told about
"Poo'b 'Room." This seemed to bo a
"historic spot," nnd I at onco resolved
to visit it As I recalled Poo's life,
his stay at tho university was brief
and not altogether glorious; but it
thoro was a room sot apart, nnd
snerod to his memory, I meant to
soo it I confess to a strong liking
for historic spots.
Upon Inquiry, howovor, I found that
the room was kept locked, and upon
personal investigation I found that"
tho abutters wero always closed. Only
at stated times, I learned, was tho
room bponod, ns on holidays and other
apeclal occasions. Dut someone rens
Burod mo by flaying that it was always
opened at least once for tho summor
vlsltora. .
Vory soon nftor I arrlvod tho room
was Indeed thrown open, but it was
on a hot Juno day, and I, alas! was
at homo nsloop. I was vory much dis
appointed aifn somowhnt chagrined nt
this mlschauco. It seemed so stupid
of mo to hnvo boon nsloop Just thon
I coiiBolod myself, howover, with the
reflection that tho Fourth of July
would soon come, when tho room
would be open again, and when it was
very unlikely that I should bo asleep.
It novor occurred to mo that anything
else would prevent me from seeing It.
But on the third of July I was called
out of town for a fow days, and in tho
s'irosB of ovonta that followod, forgot
all about the dnto until I ro,turhed$u
wook later, and found that I had again
missed an opportunity of scptng tlTo
room. '
After this second dlsappolntmonty
was more thun ovor determined to
visit the place, and resolved to find
tho care-taker, and soo whothor a
small gratuity would not obtain for
me. a-private. vloyu Jllint vory oven-
Ing I walked up to tho campus, Join
ing on tho way another girl who was
going In. tho same direction, and who
consented to go with mo to tho room.
Tho campus la vory beautiful at
any time, but it is especially so In the
evening, Tho trees, .the buildings,
nnd particularly the low mountains in
tho background, when scon against a
sunset sky, aro lovely enough to make
poets of us all. There are long rows
of white pillars boforo tho buildings,
some of them festooned ivlthjvy, and
thero is a strangely curving wall,
called tho "Serpentine Wail," and
there is a Very old, gray stono chapel.
Tho air was heavy, on that particu
lar- evening, witn mo oaors oi mngno
lias and of honeysuckle;' anil as we.
walked on, wo heard tho soft hoot, of
the first owl, and tlio answer of a
distant whip-poor-will.
Poo's room was one of a long row
of apartments,, one room deep arid
one story high, with white pillars sup-
porting ino 4ow vernnaa, roor.- Tlie
other girl had been insde. the roorii,
she said. She did not seem very 'en
thusiastic about it, but thon sho was ,
not nn enthusiastic person. Sho broke
In upon my re'very .abruptly.
"Thorp's no furniture there but a
table, and two chairs."
I had no reply ready for this unex
pected , outburst, , and sho. , continued,
In a, trine of disdain, "And inoy- didn't
belong to Poe." . ,
Surprised, I asked how they cariio
to bo there, She said that, th'oy wero
placed in the room a few years since
by sonie public-spirited citizen, . but
whether for the accommodation of tho
shacje of tho departed or for. thaf of
the corporeal frames, of ,hls dovp'toes
nobody knew, for a certainty. Some
one elso had contrlbutiCd a large
stuffed bird, presumably a raven,
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