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UNIVERSITY OF NEBRASKA
Vol. X.XVH
LINCOLN, NEBRASKA, MAUCH 11, ltJUS.
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My ltrodier. wards mother told mo that her fnco was fair,
It had been a gloomy day and the long twi- with great, innocent, bine eyes.
light had set in. Belated batallions of clouds
were hurrying across the sky. and the splash
of the lew scattering raindrops was painfully
distinct as I sat in a huge arm chair in the
library, staring at the live coals. I had lost
the place in my book and forgotten to find it,
when ray brother Donald opened the door and
said shortly, though gently enough, "I won't
bo back until late, Floss. Don't wait" and
passed on down the hall.
Dorothy died in November. I knew noth
about it, but mother said it was the same week
that word came that father was dead in an
army hospital in the south. I remembered
that for Donald, who was always busy, and
half the time whistling, great, tall Donald,
sat for hours at father's desk with his head on
his arms, and sometimes his whole frame
quivered and shook. Then, too, mother
cried. Yes, indeed, I remembered, and felt
Mother used always to wait for Donald, but heavy-hearted for my big brother the only
now for three years I had been waiting. There lover I had ever loved.
were many things I could not do for him that
mother used to do, but this one thing, this
waiting to say ''Good-night," I could do.
Donald had grown very quiet in these last
three years, for -.there was no longer one to
whom ho could talk freely.
T went to his room at about Ven o'clock to
lay another stick on his lire and light his
lamp. There were some quaint old letters on
a chair by the window and some on the floor
with the discolored ribbon that had held them
together, and a pink card.
1 picked up the card to tuck it in his card
case, when I thoughtlessly read the name,
'Dorothy St. Bride,'' and underneath, written
in a girlish hand, "Thursday afternoon at
three, Juno 4, 1S(!3."
The name was one that Donald never spoke
to me. It was mother who had told mo about
Dorothy. I oven remembered a day in sum
mer perhaps that very ono designated on tho
card when 1 had gone to rido with Donald
and Dorothy, and sat on her lap and played
with her gloves, and the pretty, bright ring
on her linger. It was all so unusual, and we
were so happy that I never quite forgot the
rido. Dorothy's dress was white, and over so
soft and thin. I noticed it because it was so
much thinner than tho stiff, little, white frock
that I wore. I thought her face was beauti
ful because sho was good to me, and after-
T was still standing with the card in my
hand, when I heard Donald's stop on tho
stairs. I met him and said Good-night, and
kissed him twice oneo for mother and once
for Dorothy and I think that he understood.
Elsik Mak Blaxdix.
I? he Frying Pau,
It is too bad that tho U. of N. students can
not claim the credit for that shocking piece
of originality perpetrated by tho Pennsylvania
students. To refuse to lift their voices in chapel
to sing the "Spanish Hymn," to stand there
dumb, and let the cracked voices of the fac
ulty swell the anthem alone, was rather cute.
If Spain should try to retaliate by demanding
that wo remove their music from our hymn
books, we should bo punished, for Spanish
air is written over some of our most beautiful
common hymns. But neither such a calamity
nor war is likoly to come from a college prank
of this kind. Just a smile all around.
"I told you so" is tho meanest sentence in
tho English language. The Frying Pan ab
hors it, and wouldn't use it for tho world.
But it desires to have you hereafter read the
daily papers for rather full and undoubtedly
warranted accounts of student porfoxinancea
down town, which are participated in ' bythe
city "coppers." The Frying Pan won't have
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