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UNIVERSITY OF NEBRASKA
Vol. XX Vl I.
LINCOLN, NEBRASKA, APM1. 21), 1M)8.
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The harp is mule. Soon fairy lingers light
With soul in touch wake harmonies so sweet
It seems an nngel imirinurs. Deftly, fleet
Tliu wait era Hit throng marble ball-rooms
Then change the notes to tierce discordant
As though the heavens battle; then, defeat
Or triumph tell, or how the billows beat
Against the rock-ribbed, thundering coast at
Thus, mute as harps unstrung, tin forest trees
Are silent when the wind-gusts fall and die.
Lo! Unseen minstrels of the south awake
Grand organ harmonies. The litful breeze
Pitches the note to triumph, woe or sigh.
AVond'rous the music that wind and forest
3I.ru. I?rniri tliilTieii on it IVmr.
Mrs. Prairie-chicken was drunk again. She
came down Main street aimlessly lurching at everything within reach
everyone respectfully gave her the right" of
way. She was amiable enough, however, .
and went on molesting no one until she spied ,
a colored gentleman, with a tall silk hat,
crossing the street about fifty feet in front of
With a wild whoop she gra,bbed up a
hatchet laying handy on a dry goods box near (.
by, and, nourishing this weapon in her hand?" -and
her shawl in the other, she started after
the negro. This gentleman, however, did not
wait for her but took to his heels Mind 'disap
peared around the corner, leaving his hat be- -hind.
It was the silk hat which seemed to
be the particular object of the 'old squaw's '" '
vengeance, for, screaming with' rage, she '
jumped on it with both feet and then 'chopped
it to pieces. . - -
This done, she continued on down the V'
street, her hair fluttering in the wind behind
her. She yelled forth Indian curses and in-."' '
vectives, waved her shawl and cut and hacked '
along shaking her clenched list and talking
loudly to herself in her native Omaha.
Her face ordinarily a ruddy brown was
now a fiery red and her watery eyes gleamed
wickedly. She was bare-headed and her
coarse black hair fell loose about her should
ers and streamed in a tangled mass down her
Put her gait was becoming momentarily
more hesitating and unsteady. She had "drop---pud
her shawl and now at bust the hatchet?'
ilew from the almost nerveless lingers. Shetv
reeled to the edge of the sidewalk, swayed -limply
back and forth and then plunged head
long, falling in a heap at 'the bottom of'tle.
back. One mocassin was gone, but above the ditch where she mumbled incoherently- in -a,
dirty brown foot, in a roll about the ankle, drunken monologue. . .
still hung the remains of a black silk stocking. The valiant city marshal now appeared ou
She wore a badly torn dress a wonderful ' the scene and packed Mrs. Prairic-chickVoa;,
creation of blue and scarlet calico. It gaped
al every joint. The upper part, entirely but
tonless, was Hying loose and open, and Happed
to and fro as she moved. In one hand, she
held the folds of a blue, green and yellow
off to the calaboose.
P. H. 'Ransom.
The members of Union society will give a-
special program this evening called the "Qua
ban Proirram." Mr. Plowhead will read a.. ?
shawl, which, unheeded, had fallen down paper showing the American side and ' jjij.-
about her waist and dragged the ground be- Kuhlman will show some of Spain's 'rights!.
hind. t Appropriate music for the occasion-, lias been su
As Mrs. Prairie-chicken staggered down the secured and also some short poems on "fiifc .i.Y
walk, she was a dangerous looking animal aud Cuban question. j 4 -' . ww t-
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