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6 up J Me ftoERIll UNIVERSITY OF NEBRASKA. Vol. XXVU. LINCOLN, NEBRASKA, JANUARY 28, 181)8. No. 17 I?liiloNoplii-. 'Yes, I'm a winner any way," ho said to mo; "For, if she comes to love the other man, you see I win by losing her; and then," he smiled as 'twere, "IT she loves me, 'tis clear I win by winning her." He told this story unto me with cold calm face; And yet his eyes gazed far away in vacant space As if he sought to see the smile of that fair one Who still, ho seemed to hope, by winning might be won. I saw him once again when many months ,,,had passed And tit d if he, by winning or by losing, won at last. sides and over his little red eyes, sprang up before me with a roar that would have fright ened an African explorer. Then a languid bass voice called "Come back. .lack, you dang hound, comeback naow." I followed the retreating dog, and soon came to a sod house so old that great quan tities of the wall had crumbled down and lay up against the base as an embankment. Morn ing glories had covered this with a thick mat, and had climbed almost to the top of the wall, partly concealing its ugliness. On the straw covered roof a giant thistle waved its purple flowers defiantly in the wind. "Haow areyo, mister?" said the same voice. Under the shade of a bushy boxelder, where the grass grew thick and soft, lay a big, strong looking man in blue shirt and overalls Datohed (He'looked at mo, a twinkle in his eye, ' 'You see 80 much lhnt they mflde you lhink of a piece. I won at last by winning her," he said to me. quilt His black eyes were blinking sleepily Marius. at me from the dark tangle of whiskers and Mlie ftjod Houno among; tlio Weedw hair. With a great effort he sat up, grasped 'What magnificent weeds!" I thought as I his knee with both hands and yawned noisily. emei'ged from the crooked road in the tall corn and passed through the dilapidated gate of the rotting board fence that marked the limits of the White place. On one side of the deeply washed road a few yellow corn leaves and diminutive Uissols could be seen among the waving heads of foxtail; on the other the rank grass loft no clue as to the crop origin ally planted there. As 1 came to the row of vine covered cottonwoods that indicated a dwelling place, I found the weeds nourishing with wondorfnl luxuriance. No longer more grassis but lofty sunflowers with wild morn ing glories climbing in great coils to the very "Haow'd ye come to go through there, mister? Wouldn't hev ben half so hard to go raound. Them weeds do grow to beat all. If I was only healthy as some folks, I'd hev them cleaned up. Mighty bad thing to be sickly mister." I looked at his big chest and strong arms. Sickly indeed! "What is your trouble?" I asked. "Wal, I can't jist say. I've boon to the doctor, but ho can't make out what ails 'me. I've tried most every kind of medicine there is, but it don't do no good. Then maw she knows all about homo made hitters and tonics tops, and reaching their spiral waving ends but she can't help me nuthor. .list the -other up into the air exploring for a new support. I know that there was a house somewhere in that jungle, so I duokod down and resolutely plunged into it. I had worked my way for a few rods when suddenly a tremendous dog with dirty tangled wool hanging down his day I was watorin' the horses and I got thai dizzy I nigh keolod over. Then I sqy 'No sir ye don't do no sieh tricks any 'more.' " An other resounding yawn. "Frank!" called a squeaky voice from in side. "What is it maw?" Cameras Dry Plates Films CardsPrinting Paper at LINCOLN PHOTO SUPPLY CO. 101 Sn lltlmtrooi.
