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UNIVERSITY OF NEBRASKA.
Vol XXVI
LINCOLN, NEBRASKA, MARCH 20, 1897.
No. sjjfr
A PRAYER.
I nsk nn hour of quiot rest,
A sea islo under 'tropic noon,
My liiipois in the hot loose snud,
The green sea in the still lagoon,
White foam along tho coral reef,
Outside, the ocean's numbing croon
The short dark shadows creeping slow,
And sleep,
Warm sleep
Eternal if it might be so.
AfmiK 'Prey.
No Butter Wanted.
As I came up 13th street from '0 tho
other evening, 1 was thinking about the
numerous "hold ups" there had been
here in Lincoln this winter and wonder
ing what I would do in case I should be
accosted by foot-pads.
I thought about it until I worked my
self up into a state of nervous excitement,
and clutching my pocket-book firmly I
sped along as though pursued by demons.
I had a roll of butter under my arm
and in my nervousness and fright I drop
ped it and had to feel for it in the dark.
ft' a mighty hand had reached out of the
blackness and grasped me I think 'I
should not have been surprised.
When 1 readied the alley between 11
and S, two men suddenly darted out and
one of thorn seized mo by the arm.
His touch was magical; in an instant
jy nerve were firm, my brain clear, my
neart boats steady.
The other man spoke first .and said,
'Oome, bo quick, 'hand -over your
dough."
I hesitated a momentfor 1 had been
to the bank in the afternoon and 'had 'my
neok for the month cashed, and II wanted
to save the money if T wwildund 1jp
one who held me by the arm added em
phasis to the invitation by a rude shake
and a "Hurry."
1 answered by saying "Gentlemen, I
haven't a red cent, and 1 am pretty hun
gry, but if you need this butter worse
'than I do take it and I'll go without,"
and 1 held the roll out to them.
One of the men muttered, "Damn the
butter" and they disappeared in the
darkness. Smix.
A Whole Hour.
Prom ton until eleven sbe had a vacant
hour. Usually, instead of studying, sne
stood in the cloak room and talked witJh
anyone who happened to come in; or
she walked back and forth through the
halls. Today she stood in the cloak
room and talked about Mary's room mate
with every one that came along. She
(had seen the room mate in chapel, and
had boen thinking of her ever since. She
began to speak of her, of her eccentric
ities of dress and deportment, of her
"peculiar countenance, of her odd manner
of speech, with every girl that had time
to listen.
. Finally the bell rang, and she turned
to go to class. When she turned she was
brought face to faee with Mary's room
mate, who had boen sitting behind 'her
;the whole hour.
A.
AS IVY CLINGS.
As 'mantling Ivy fondly clings
ilto modicval castle walls
'Anil over'Frojther, greeuor springs
When, bowed by age, tho'ntin 'falls;
So nuvtUeelionsof the past
'Wreath garments of otormibgroen
ilVfold time's ruin in, ut'ludt
'When life's last evening's cold is 'keen.
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