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About The Hesperian / (Lincoln, Neb.) 1885-1899 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 19, 1897)
6 TJP ESI?Mffil UNIVERSITY OF NEBRASKA Vol.. XXVI LINCOLN, N Kim ASK A, KHRKUAIIY Ml. S7 No yV When We are Gone. They will walk every day on tho threo-bonrd-way, They will flock when tho clmpol bell rings; Tlii-y will stand in their plaee with a long drawn fact! When the high-choir solemuly sings. They will stand in a row when Admit Ones go, They will pin on the Scarlet and Cream, door Tliey will swoop by the score through the Lansing When our days in the college are a dream. When we wander away from the owlets grey, When they look on our faces never more, Others stop for a snp at onr old-tin cup, Others look in our letter-box of yore. Katiiaui.ve Meliok. He Didn't Want It. lam naturally tender-hearted; oiv. per haps I should say unnaturally, unnatur ally used in the sense of superhumanly. I cannot sco a a man beaten senseless by a brutal policeman, or a horse whipped til the blood comes, or the inveterate ypllow dog with a tin-can tied to his tail, or a small boy crying because ho can't ave what he wants, or a man with the pat ot his pants worn through, I cannot see any 0f these things without strong jee hug of pity and compassion. I'm so I of pity that I've got into the habit of laying everything, and wear a pitiful expression continually, I mean pitying expression continually. ni,!LW? pifcy that l Pitied so much one aSr scho1 VGar' however. I'm iimb I miust vy and sub(uo my humane- caqinmu hn&on my heart' at leasfc oc casionally. I'ts too expensive, otherwise. snif mrainS home to put on my drill hoL t n about two blocks from nGaTth;SaW-man.lyinS on the ss hi?nn wvbing. with his face buried in II I8, ?0r fellow! Something was tioubl ug. Possibly I could help hhn. asknrl ? tho matfeori my man?" I soSf' ho umed slowly over at the hschPl!nyfrtstePs- I saw tears on Zf. ' and my heart beSan to over- bU?kinbl!in?ly, wipod the tears away, unng hard to keep the others back. "Pin T'm drunk. Tint's wha's wha's 's matter." J was rather taken aback. "Its a pity. 1" "Wha's a pity, damn you? I d'want yer damn pity. Hell!' and ho got up unsteadily but quickly. He did more than got up. Ho hit mo on the nose, and broke my glasses. I hate to be hit on the nose, and T told him so. He didn't seem to care much. I told him he'd have to pay for fixing my glasses. He intimated what he'd do, so hurried off to g4 'em fixed myself. I'd get re ported if I skipped drill. Nohmax Shkeve. The Yellow Ribbon. Mary walked along the frosty side-walk with long steps that jerked her small skirt and let her see flashes of red stock ing. She could see red edges, too, stick ing out at her stubby toes. But she looked from them .to the big yellow rib bon pinned to her waist, and her blue eyes danced. Her father had laughed so hard when he gave it to her, and he said it would bring good times. The man at Tom Reider's had told them so. Mary could see the other men coming from Tom Reider's now. They were all laughing and talking very loud. It did not look like church, if it was Sunday, but they all had yellow ribbons and that made, Mary feel very important. She held the corners of her black shawl over her head with both hands, as she walked faster and faster. When she turned the corner and saw the white door of the Mission open wide, she twisted the ends of tho shawl around her red fingers and ran. The wind blew back the stray locks ot yellow hair, over the curious green and blue and crimson figure in the middle of the black shawl. Her cheeks grew red der as she ran, her blue eyes shining when the yellow ribbon danced above her face. M j i
