The Hesperian / (Lincoln, Neb.) 1885-1899, January 14, 1898, Image 5
IPBRffiR ell Ja 1U I -L- UNIVERSITY OF NEBRASKA. Vtfi.. XXVll. LINCOLN, NEBRASKA, .JANUARY 14, 1898. No. 16 ";i?ijiiisln i ion IVoin Tiiiiuoiinim. In solemn stillness rests the wind Hear on the mountain's dreamy wild And underneath low hanging boughs 'Of fowl' tree, reclines the child. Around her grows the fragrant thyme. The air is filled with perfume rare. In the dim shade the blueflies hum And glisten through the sunny air. Her childish face reflects the calm. That in the silent forest broods And o'er her waving golden hair Sunshine is glinting through the woods. Then to my mind this quick thought comes As cuckoo's note sounds through the given, 1-iere are the winsome, sunny eyes Of the fairy-like forest queen. Lui.v lkriMiows. iXt-i ioK !. Ion. There is a new house in the hollow; its roof is on a level with my line of vision; the ohim 'ifCy looks like u human figure standing there upon a bright red brilliancy. I feel a sense of companionship, because the bridge upon 'which J am standing is painted red. After all ton years, has made little change. The sun is so hot. 1 look at the shallow water, and idly loss down a pebble. It strikes something porhaps the bones of the kitten 'I saw drowned in that very Hpot. The same boy is coming along the dusty road now, ho wears the same red waist; he carries a sack upon his shoulder; his smile is cruel. A cat is in the bag what is the fearful boy going to do? lie tries to lay down his burden, but the sharp claws which have worked their way through their prison, hold tight to the bright waist. From the sack comes a plaiuffive mewing. The boy loosens the clutch of the little claws with a jerk, and then there is a splash in the water below. 'J bit the boy's hand J am not sorry and then 1 went running home through the patch That Hill side was once covered with Now the departed, excepting oiks of nettles. The s" me nettles are there now. By leaning over ie railing, I can see the shady place underneath; once T gathered shells there; the bridge-posts were soldiers, in the crevices overhead, there were "birds' nests. Some one answered me from the op posite bank whenever 1 willed. The teams passing above what a moment of suspense when the horses stopped upon the bridge! What a thunder-like sound when the bridge began to tremble! How silent it was when the sound rolled away with the wagon. 1 can see a little figure climbing up the bank in haste, grasping the sturdy sunflower stalks with brown fists, and finally thrusting a blue bonneted head through the bridge railing. Now it is gone. Oil thereupon the hill, the object in 'the center of the plowed field, it. is the same little grave, graves. are resting under the benign shadow of 'the Catholic (Jhurch, whose cross I see in the dis tance. That one grave was left: nobody knew whom it sheltered, but, after all, what'difFor ence! Some men are plowing in the fljld. I'orhaps they will stop to rest their horses near tin; mound, and lean upon tint little fence Avhile they talked together. That fence, of carefully twisted branches, is it there stilly The sun blurs my eyes. V there upon the hill is the old haunted house. 'Long ago I ofton watobed the. 'lights which flashed from window to window. The place was used then for a granary, and I im agined the ghosts mounting from pile to pile, slipping and falling or sinking out of sight The grove by the creek: I see it again, alive with happy faces, the green boughs creaking with the weight of many Hwings. Uehind the trees, there must be a tiny white house with its door yard full of big, bright flowers. The pnth up to the kitchen door 'is beaten hard and smooth, laughing babies, QivieraBDru Plates Films Cards Printing Puwr al LINCOLN PHOTO SUPPLY CO, 1B1 So 11th utropt.