The Hesperian / (Lincoln, Neb.) 1885-1899, April 29, 1898, Image 5
u TSl tO PERIS UNIVERSITY OF NEBRASKA rW ?s.: Vol. XX Vl I. LINCOLN, NEBRASKA, APM1. 21), 1M)8. ,,,:V,.No..2i) fS.Vl Villi I I IllMllOlliCM. 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 bright. Then change the notes to tierce discordant might As though the heavens battle; then, defeat Or triumph tell, or how the billows beat Against the rock-ribbed, thundering coast at night. 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 make! Dial. 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 her. . 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 ' ' iu-1-.- 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. :?i 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- Cameras Dry Plates Films -CardsPrinting Payer at ----" ' I " LINCOLN PHOTO SUPPLY CO. 1U1 So llth street ! 3 c V A : h a a