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About The Hesperian / (Lincoln, Neb.) 1885-1899 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 26, 1897)
6 TJj'E' ' FIJE fBS PERTAR UNIVERSITY OF NEBRASKA Vol. XXVI LINCOLN, NKB11ASKA, FKBKUA'KY 26. ISH7 NO j HOflE OF THE WILD WIND. The wild wind said to the winged flower sued, "Come wtintoti with me o'er the grassy' mead. Wild is my heart with love's passionate thrills, Fly with roe to my home on the hills." She yielded She trustod. Away with speed! Now, caressed to a blossom, her fragrance fills The wild wind's home on the beautiful hills. E F. Pii-Bii. Wild Daisies. Only yesterday Margaret had been happy, happier than she had dreamed she pvnr could be. Every now and then she would drop hor sewing, slip up the stairs awl into her own room. There upon Hr hfl lay a beautiful white swiss dress and bo-Tidc it a pair of white gloves, a white fan, sprayed with swaot wild 'laisios. These were her wedding clothes; sIkj blushed with happiness. Today, he was dead.' The white dress till lay up mi the bed, with the fan and Klovcs iWido it. The muslin and law jwl fallen from Margaret's hand and lay ' 1'or lap unnoticed. Mo was dead and lm could not mourn she had no right to. She could nol as mueh as lay a spray wild daisies against his face. Today wan much the same us yesterday, only be w'a gone, and Margaret knew that she would nevei- look at daisies any more without feeling cold. She would never W'W the white dress. A. B. Excuse me! Sh(1 " 'he first one out of tho room wn the boll rings, not that she has '"Wing important to attend to, but that Mh' may take up her station in the hall windows whore she can see and bo seen. s" evidently is on familiar terms with '"""I "f tho"fra1." boys, for she greets them by their given names or by very suggestive nick-names. This morning, a smiling little fellow with a carnation in his button hole came along, ''110110 there Shorty, how are you this morning?" Tie halts with evident reluctance. "Come be chummy." She makes room for him beside her. "What's .the use of always being in a stew. That's a warm posy you havo; becoming to me don't you think?," taking it out of his coat and deliberately pinning it to her own gown. "Did you have a good time last night? You didn't dance with me and I don't think your nice a bit; you didn't do a thing but chase that little yellow-haired-" "Excuse me, I have a class this hour" he said, as he wont on up the stfiirs. Smtx. The Fourth Year. She could never be a divinity in wliit'O; nor could she affect Grecian drapery with out appearing very droll. She is simply a short little girl, in a tailor-made gown of coarse woven brown wool flecked with tiny dots of white; and she has a mass of soft brown linir carelessly arranged on the buck of her head. Tom believes she is always thinking very hard, for although she is a sorority girl and talks and laughs a groat doal, ho'sees that hor eyes are very wide open and are always very serious. Tom is big boned and awkward. No one knows that better than ho. Even though he has boon in college nearly four years, he is acquainted with but few girls, who give him polite nods for the sake of boarding-house acquaintanceship. w i n , u J 8 i
