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About The Hesperian / (Lincoln, Neb.) 1885-1899 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 22, 1896)
UNIVERSITY OF NEBRASKA.
LINCOLN, NEBRASKA, OCTOBER 22. 1S06.
Whoever thinks a thought
In happy phrase,
And finds a gem, its facets fraught
With uare-riUpcllhig rays;
Kinds with the gift, this God-sent duty:
Whoc'erinearths a thing of beauty,.
M;i, light, iniHl light dark ways,
For the tic st.
Jean looked tired.
The laboratory assistant watched her
i'r a little while, saw her lean her head
ii Iiit hand ,saw her go through her ex
periment, and knew from her face that
she had made a failure of it.
And l ho red-headed boy watched her.
lean IVlt his eyes on her all the time she
was goin through that miserable exper-im-ni.
She ran her hand half wildly
"crush mv desk, sweeping together cruci
bles an 1 corks and glass tubing, piling
them up in a comforting little heap. A
beaker tipped over and spilled a thin
stream of distilled water across down to
the floor at her feet. She drew back a
sh'P and blushed a little. The red-headed
boy had come over and stood watching
liMiUi eyes all sympathy.
lie spoke bashfully. Could he help
her with the experiment?
Joan shook her head and looked ner
vously over towards the desk whero the
assistant usually sat. The red-headed
W noticed her glance and smiled.
"He don't seem to be watching," he
Joan blushed. "0 you needn't think
I m afraid of him," she said. "Its be
cause." Then she didn't finish her
sentence. The red-headed boy had pick
ed up her retort with all its arrangements
of tubes and corks.
"I think it is because this cork is
loose," he said at last. "Shall 1 fix it!"
Jean did not notice. The assistant had
walked slowly up the aisle and stood for
a moment with his back to her staring
out through the window. The red
headed bov rattled his hand around
among the corks and tubes on Jean's
"I guess this'll do," he mused.
The assistant turned and fixed his eyes
on Jean . She reached out for her retort.
"Let me," she whispered to the red
headed boy, "I can fix it now. 1 didn't
know what was the matter." So the
red-headed boy went unwillingly back to
Jean began to fumble again with the
corks, tightening and.twisting. The as
sistant was still standing at the window.,
leaning back with his elbows on the high
sill. .He was eyeing Jean coolly. She
knew it and grew intolerantly nervous.
She almost hated him with his pale clear
skin and his insulting superiority. And
this was only the sixth week of school.
She smiled to herself weakly. What
would she do all year?
Then the retort was ready. She lit her
burner. "What was it you put in? Oh,
yes, this and then you heated it "
There was a sudden crash, a clatter of
flying glass and a little pool of acid eat
ing its way into the smooth top of her
desk. Jean gave a piteous glance over
towards tho assistant and began to wipe
up the acid with her handkerchief. The
other students pokod their heads around
the high tops of their desks and stared at
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