The Hesperian / (Lincoln, Neb.) 1885-1899, January 21, 1898, Image 5
eJjL J-J Hbs i?iRiai UNIVERSITY OF NEBRASKA. Vol. XXVlI. LINCOLN, NEBRASKA, .JANUARY y(, IMS. No. 1 ' 3iy jLcncl. Rest thou, my heart! In the quiet night, God cradles thy white despair. The breezes of night rock the weary trees And lull them with drowsy care. Rest thou, my heart! In the silent night Does God love and cherish thee less That Ho gives thee thy long night's dream less sleep, Relaxing thy bitterness? Rest thou, my dead! In the quiet tomb, God cradles thy soul at will. He covers thy face with the solemn dark, And hushes thee: "Peace, be still!" Annie Prey. A. I'livting;. One long last gaze in her clear blue eyes, "While her dumb lips quiver apart So wo stand, alone in the gay throng's heart. One last light clasp of the small gloved hand, Just "Au rovoir" I understand She is gone. A dead sun saddens the skies. H. B. Alkxandkr. teslcetclioH. "There's some smut on your face," we often hear one person say to another as thoy meet in the street. Then the unfortunate person with the dirty face pulls out his handkerchief and proceeds to scrub vigorously. "Is it off?" ho asks as ho ceases the operation for a mo ment. "No, rub right here," replies his friend, and points to some particular part of his own face. Then the scrubbing goes on again even more vigorously than before-, but alas, he is rubbing the wrong side. "Oh, the other side," says the friend. Then the point of attack is changed and the rubbing starts again. "There, now is it oil'?" asks the now irate individual. "Yes, all off." And they remark about the weather and pass on. "Are you the feller what runs this place?" The question was put to me by a man who had just come up the stairs, shuflled across the court, and now stood outside the oiliee door, nervously fingering the only button on his ragged coat. Tie looked at me out of the tops of his eye, as he asked the question, and hung his head sheepishly on his breast. The man he wanted was not in, but he seemed anxious to tell his story, so I listened. He had been in a private insane asylum, he said, but had escaped. That, was way back in Virginia, and he had come all the way here afoot. He was tired, and besides he didn't mind being in an asylum if "they'd treat him right," and wouldn't I help him get into the one here. "Why," said 1, "you are not insane, are you?" "Well, I don't know," he drawled, "they said as how I were when thoy put me in that one, an' now I hain't much good any more. I reckon I'd bo as well there as any place." I had motioned him to a seat in the court, and as he finished this sentence ho dropped into it and in a moment he was asleep, breath ing heavily through the long, red, unkempt mustache which drooped over his mouth and tangled itself with the shock of beard below. Lincoln. Tlie ITVyinfir Pan. The dignitaries are having an awful time over the little matter of the Princeton Inn, with its famous, or rather, infamous grill room. Their consciences move vory slowly and thoir decisions are wobbly. But at last they have fished up some old rule which an ancient, and sterner regime had declared, and with this to fall back on thoy begin to make feeble war on the grill room and drinking in general among Princeton students. The first thing thoy do is to send a plea to the parents of all students urging them to eo-operato in Cameras Dry PlatesFilms Cards Printing Paper at LINCOLN PHOTO SUPPLY CO. 181 So 11th street.