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The University is now receiving considerable complimentary advertising through the State press
--ful and stronger, but it was the same sweet face that I loved so well, for all that.
None should allow to flag the arangements completed at home or to furnish letters from the Univer-sity to their home papers.
Prof. Confield's class in History of American Politics, is one of the most practical in the catalogue.
Prof. Green, in order to cover the ground required, now works the Junior Laws two hours per day.
The Chancellor's special efforts to keep the balls clear, is to be commended.
Hutchings of the Kingman Leader occasionally says a good word for K. S. U.
Fraternityism is receiving some severe blows this year.
The undercurrent political scheming ahead now being indulged in by some of the fraternities, is terribly to contemplate.
Great credit is being granted Prof Canfield for his able work as President of the State Teachers' Association.
A BETTER system than that of Prof Miller's for the library this year, could not be desired. The plan of fishing delinquents by the day for books held over time, or during vacation, should be rigidly enforced. If any desire the special privilege of a book during vacation, let them make special application to the librarian therefor, giving necessary security for its return.
The old year has gone, the new one is here. While this is but an arbitrary division of time, is it not well to book over the past year, recount our successes and failures, and lay our plans better for the future? The last year has, on the whole, been most prosperous for the University and its members. Some of the important acquisitions of the year are the $50,000 appropriation for Snow Hall, the addition of a School of Pharmacy, and Department of Art, the strengthening of the Law Department, a more able corps of instructors than ever before, and a larger number of students in the higher classes. The discontinuance of the Normal Department and Junior Preparatory Class, mark improvement and advancement. The University of Kansas never was more prosperous, or had a brighter outlook than at present. Besides all this, our school is gaining the reputation all over the State which it deserves; sectional positions are dying out, and the people of the State are beginning to appreciate better that this is the State University of Kansan—the pride and hope of every true Kansan.
Meadames Gibbs & Custer's for the latest styles of millinery. Lawrence Beauty, best nickel cigar in the market, at Wieman's.
Keeping Cranks Out of the White House
Washington Correspondence New York Telegram.
Visitors to the White House could not fail to have noticed a large, handsome man, with brown hair and muschel and pleasant, blinking blue eyes, who stands at the main entrance. He is Sergeant Dinnosher, the chief usher at the Executive Mansion. The Sergeant has but two passions in life. One is to keep cranks out of the White House and the other is to make the bridal couples happy, who invariably make the President's house their objective point when they correspondent was at the White House the other day when an elderly appearing gentleman approached and made some ordinary observation to the Sergeant. He gave his interlocutor a book him aside and began to question him. A few moments later he led him to the door and the stranger then disappeal. RetURNing the Sergeant said, 'Another crank. We have to keep a crowd up here because we must tell one? Well, I don't know, but I can tell all the same. I suppose it is from unnecessary practice. We are always on the watch, and the slightest peculiarity on the part of any individual in the crowd makes us investigate and find out whether he or she is crazy or not. Now, that fellow I just put out is probably harmless enough, but I can not take any chances. He had some sort of a curious scheme worked out to create
The Manufacture of Plush.
The manufacture of plush, which was hitherto been made exclusively in foreign countries, has recently been begun by a firm in Pawtucket, R.I. A start was made four years ago, but only within a few months have the goods been put on the market. More than three years were spent in experimenting in their machinery, and even yet the business is not entirely perfected. New methods are constantly being developed, and the company was hindered in its enterprise by ignorance of even the kind of machinery employed in this branch of manufacture across the water. A representative of the firm, Mr. Lefkowitz, wrote that profit was first achieved, but he experienced great difficulty in obtaining admission to the plush mills, and in many cases was completely unsuccessful. Almost the only result of his trip was the establishment of ideas obtained under the greatest difficulty. The loom was shipped at once to Pawtucket, and experiments were begun upon it. These extended over several years, and soon all being carried on. Flattening success has attended this experimenting. From this single piece of machinery the whole system of manufacture had to be involved. But the loom has been kept as it is and the machinery has been worked out and constructed, and in many respects the new methods are claimed to surpass in nicety and utility those of the foreign manufacture. All this machinery has been operated through doors, and even now none but employees of the firm are permitted within the rooms where the weaving and finishing of the plush is performed. So carefully was the secret guarded, so well protected, and so perfectly carried on, that no one outside the firm was aware of the new industry that was being developed until the fabric was placed in the market. There are two or three other concerns in this industry, and these perimetering in plush manufacture, but the Pawtucket firm were the pioneers in the industry. Their plushes are manufactured both for the car and for the suitcase. Trade is now almost exclusively controlled by foreign mills—Palladium dress.
A KISSING SCENE.
Some Very Startling Revelations White Window Blind.
A rather amusing scene was witnessed the other night. A couple of gentlemen stood on the sidewalk near the Wilbur House, when one of them whispered to the other—
"Say, Ned, get on to the blind."
The white window blind was down in one of the rooms on the second floor of the block, and the light from the windows shaded the shadows of a man and a woman engaged in the halcyon delights of a yum-yum seance. The man was evidently as diffident and shy as a newspaper man when the shirer is faint. When he first leaned over, she was taking lessons fast, and they did not seem to disagree with her. Their profiles were as clearly drowned upon the white blinds as silhouettes or canes, and their every movement was made as plain as silhouettes. When first seen the "observed of all observers" were seated side by side. They were evidently young, impulsive, and badly mashed. At first he would diflenderly throw his arms around her chair and gaze into her soulful eyes. He would then pass his smile to your expression on his face. This flattery she would reciprocate by patting his cheek. Emboldened by her affectionate warmth, he then ventured a little further and placed his arm around her sharply wink. By this time a walk and the performance became decidedly interesting. The two chairs had been drawn side by side, and the towers were closely looking into each other's eyes when the climax came, and the bowers were closed over to the youngman and kissed.
Act three commenced on time. Maidenly reserve was being swept away in the flot-tide of love, and the girl arose from her seat, flung her arms around the neck of her lover, and kissed him until his bck hair smoked.
This fetched the crowd upon the sidewalk, and shouts of "Encore!" Yum, yumi!" and "Do it some more!" were heard in subdued tones.
"Trouble," repeated the boy, "there ain't no trouble. It's only a fellow and his girl kissing each other to death in the room up-stairs and the boys are watching their shadow on the blind."
Act 'our seasan.' She swooped down upon him, like a summer frog on a mill-a-one and scooped him in. He sat on his lap and kissed him with a kissess which Lynda Thompson would have given ten years of life to her imbu-
ment; she could not quite quake of love—simoon of affection—but it was rather more than the crowd could stand, even for a fine show on deadhead passes, and their cheering alarmed the lovers, and they changed their position. In a minute or so the young man came running down stairs from the block. He was bated for an hour and inappreciated. "What's the trouble?" said he, to a little boy on the sidewalk.
A MOTHER'S LOVE
The young man started as if in sudden surprise. Then rushing up-stairs again he disappeared from view. In the room he was gas in that room, was extinguished.
Short Prayers
There was no fifth act.—Fall River Advance.
Scottish Journal.
At a dinner party of the Duke of Ormond's a dispute arose concerning short prayers. Sir Walter Wyndham said the shortest prayer he ever heard was the prayer of a common soldier just before the battle of Blenheim. "O God, if there be a God—save my soul—if I have a soul!" The bishop of Rochester, who was present, addressing Wyndham said: "Your prayer Sir Walton asked me to help another as short and much better offered up likewise by a poor soldier, on the eye of battle: 'O God' if in the hour of beile I forget Thee, do not Thou forget me!' This, as the bishop pronounced it with his usual grace and politely repoof, and was so felt by the company. Dr. Gerald Ramsey an old Scottish physician who was of the company, begged to be allowed to tell of a servent prayer which he once heard a pentent utter, when she thought none were near to hear him but her Make her heart tremble. The doctor, "true hearted and benevolent who had spent a long life doing good to others. When she knew she was dying, and when she thought, I had passed beyond hearing, she folded her palisaded hands, and gently murmured: "The Lord, please, dame我i dorgafter! And I think, added Ramsey, "those were the last words she ever spoke."
Blood Pudding Literature.
Where the autumn sun is shining,
Through a leafy maze of orchid.
Then a luscious site reping,
The all joy in her dead bit.
It all joins up to a lover proved untrue,
Of a lover proved untrue.
Yet life seems to lose its glory—
All its hopeful rosette hues.
Then, with patient, sweet endowment,
Lovingly her mother tries
To catch the chase from her eyes.
And the tender words, revealing
The all unspoony love of years,
From the chase from her eyes.
And the priceless gift of tears.
Well may hearts cause all repining,
In a mother's love secure,
Love that needs no free refining,
Every watch, ever sure,
From a heavened mount crest.
Love that earnly love execllenging,
Love that earnly love execllenging,
G. Woolnorth in the Orbex
What our boys need is less spice and more corn beef. Good solid reading which makes them feel that they are in their glory when they are burnishing the brass on the shop door, because it is a little bit cooler than what they ought to have. A single book which makes drudgery delightful because it is a good beginning, is better than a thousand which infilms the fancy and render real life tasteless. Our dime movie is the right bower of the dime play for a boy's head and heart.
A youth brought up on novels is pretty sure to have an over stimulated imagination and no common sense. To walk up the steps of marble palaces and come in contact with heroes and heroines of the past, she will need to unite a boy for splitting wood for the kitchen stove or doing chores about the house. After spending the evening in consuming the dime novel *The Adventures of Oz* of women with saintly faces and men with overgrown mustaches, everyday life seems a bit insipid and it becomes hard to crawl out of bed at 4 o'clock in the morning, with the mercury at its highest to sweep the floor at $2.50 a week.
MY FAITIL
G. Weatherly in the Qulves
We were standing on the plaza to together, Alice Grayle and I, and I was saying pretty things to her, to pass away the time, when I chanced to look down the long avenue of elms, and saw a graceful figure, clad in sober gray, standing where an opening in the trees let the sunshine through. The light fell upon the woman's hair, and made it shine like gold. Her face, as she lifted it toward the sunshine, was fair as the face of any child, pure, sweet, and with that innocent look in it which we always associate with children upon whom lives the world has not left its mark.
"Very poetical," she said, with a curl of the lip. "I never heard anybody say before that they thought Faith Faith pretty. She always makes me think of a Quaker, with her gray gown and sly ways."
"Who is it?" I asked, breaking off rather abruptly, from the pretty speech-making.
"Faith Farley," answered Miss Greyle, with a flush of annoyance—"a friend of my father's died and left this girl to his care. He gave her a home and sent her to school. She came back on us yesterday a 'finished young lady,' I suppose."
Miss Margay launched, but there was nothin' pleasant in the sound of her nermirr. It was like a discord. I loved her laughter and sang with the sweet, Madonna face. I wondered at it, for I could not understand how any one could help liking her. Such a face would win its way most hearts at once. It had to勺mil
"You have got into such a habit of making such flattering speeches to us women that you cannot rid yourself of it when speaking of them," she said, pulling the rose I had given her apart and scattering their pink leaves over the veranda floor in a vexed way. It was too much for me, and I had no love for the girl down the path.
"I was in earnest when I said I liked the looks of her," I answered. "I "am always attracted by a pretty face. It affects me like pleasant music."
"I should be pleased to form her
requisite," I said; "I like the
name."
"I have always admired neat, dame-ure, little Quaker women," I answereress for siness, you certainly do, if by synness you mean artfulness. "I wager a good deal that the girl you want could not be otherwise with such a foe."
"I admire her," I answered, "but I could hardly fall captive to her until I knew her. Don't you think she would look well in a picture? If her hair is curly, it will look better. I should like to paint her, if I were an artist. She is so far away that I could not see them well, but I venture the guess that they are blue one moment and gray the next; like a spring in the grass. I know how I am. I not right. Miss Grawle!"
You seem to have been captivated by Miss Farley's charms," said Miss Grayy, and her voice had a sound of irritation in it.
"Faith, come here," called Miss Grayle. I looked at her, wondering what she intended to do. Miss Farley came up the avenue and stopped
artist, and I asked if your eyes were not blue. You are not offended at that, are you? I asked, holding out my hand.
Miss Grayie laughed. A quick scarlet flush stained the girl's face, as she unzipped her jacket and skipped sport of her, and she turned away with a little haughty lift of the head that pleased me, for t told me that she resented Miss Grayie's uniady-like
"Turn your face to the light," said
Mr. Assoct wants to
nees your gyes.
The sweet, grave faces was turned to me questioningly for a moment, and I
"What right has she to be offended?" she said, with a scornful curl of her lip.
"What would become of her if my father did not take pity on her?"
"You cannot not to have said that," I said to Miss Grayy "and put me in the room."
That was no reason. I thought, why the girl should be treated as if she had no feelings Miss Grayle was bound to respect. She might be poor and dependent on the bounty of others, but that did not prevent her from being very much like other women who are not considered poor. But that haps Miss Grayle thought poor people could not, or ought not, to afford the luxury of a native nature.
Later in the day I met Miss Farley walking in the grounds back of the house. She would have avoided me, but I prevented her from doing so.
"Miss Farley," I said, putting out my hand to stop her. "I want to tell you that I am sorry for what Miss Grayie said this morning. I assure you that I was not at all to blame in what happened from what she saw. I saw you and licked your face, and said something about liking to paint it, if I were an
"No," she said, after looking at me for a moment with frank clear eyes, as if to make sure of my sincerity. "I don't know what happened offended at what Miss Grayle said, and the way she said it. However, that need not hinder our being friends if you wish it," she added, and she put her hand over some wine with all the confidence of a child.
"I do wish it." I answered.
I had a good opportunity to study her face that afternoon, as we walked and talked together. It was not a face that many would call beautiful, and yet it was a lovely one. The cheeks had, now and then, a wild rose color in them, and the lips were white with pink teeth and white teeth behind them, half hiding, half disclosing them. Her pale brown hair was as changful in color as her eyes, bright gold in sunshine, and full of bright bronze tints in the shade. A racer, fresher, sweeper once I had not seen her, I had never seen her. I might have seen, I thought, as I walked back to the house, but none more charming.
After that I saw a great deal of Faith Fariye. I learned something of her past life from her own lips, but that little I learned without her being aware of the fact. She showed me that the life she was living, but now and then a stray word would find utterance, that would give me some insight to it. I found out that she was not happy. Mr. Grayle was her friend. She loved and trusted him. But there was no relationship between her and Miss Grayle.
"I would like to teach," she said. "But Mr. Greylay will not listen to me when I talk of it. I would like to go away from this place. I am in the way—an intruder." Then she remembered, I suppose, that I was almost a stranger, and said no more about her plans and wishes.
It was not long before I learned to love Faith Farely.
That afternoon I was summoned to the city. I was gone one week. On my return I was told that Faith knew where she had gone know where. She said that she could not tell them where she was going, because she did not know what she was going to do, and till they found out she should not know where she should stop.
Alice Grayle saw the truth before I knew. I knew that I had offended her in some way, because she was distant and cold, and made me nauseating with her cry of needling. One morning some of the visitors sat on the veranda, and the conversation ran on for a time about some marvelous faith cure that had been recalled by the police. Miss Grayle turned to me and asked me with a smile that seemed to have an angry flame behind, as the cloud which is omnous of a storm gives a chill. When I told her I had to say about faith, I knew then, all in a moment that she was angry with me on Faith's account. She was jealous of the girl's influence. And I knew, too, all in it a moment. I knew that Faith Farley, was because I loved her.
"She had some queer notions of independence in her head." Miss Grayle said. "We could not find out much about her plans. Probably she'dn't any. Still she will doubtlessly bead up back before long.
Miss Grace tried her blanishments on me in vain, but finally gave it up in disgust. I had no love to give her, the other woman. I had given it all to faith.
I believed that she had driven Faith away. But she was careful to let no hint fail that would convict her of so cowardly an act. But I could see that she was glad that Faith was gone, and that she was glad to know that I felt her loss more than I ever confessed to her or any one else. She considered that if you were caring for more than poor girl than I did for the proud heirs.
At first I was sure that I should soon find some trace of Faith. She had gone to the city. That was all I knew about her light into the world. Beyond this I was in entire ignorance of her. We only knew she revealed nothing. She seemed, all at once, to have disappeared utterly from our knowledge. By-and-by I began to get discouraged. After a year had passed by and not a word of tidings had come from her felt that she must be dead. My heart went to tears when I received hope, and set up a white stone there, and on it was the word "Faith."
Then the war broke out. I enlisted.
I was in many battles, and escaped,
without a wound until I came to the long siege before Petersburg. Then I was struck by a ball and carried off the field with many others to suffer for days and days from want of care more than from the wound. Then a fever set in, which killed me and the fever, which was a direct result of them. I was brought down to the gates of death. There I ingested, loath to enter.
For many days life was an utter blank to me. But one morning adim a ray of consciousness crept in across my eyes and looked barely about me.
I was in a hospital. I could see the long wards with the little white beds ranged in rows down them, pales face bright blue, and there were coming and going here and there. Looking down the aisle to the door, I saw a woman clad in a soft gray dress come in. A sudden thrill went tingling through my veins. It was wonderful! Lily's hair was slipped from beneath her nurses' cap was brown like Faith's as she stood in the shadowy doorway, and it turned to gold when a ray of sunlight illuminated her eyes. As Faith's hair had a trick of doing Suddenly she turned towards me Then I rose up with a great strength born of a great joy, and cried out:
For it was her face that I law. I
had always been one of the girls,
at least grown women and really
female.
She heard me and came toward my bed. My sudden strength gave way and a kind of a half unconsciousness came over me. But through it all knew endings of what was going on to know how and when came to me, and bent over me, weeping and calling my name, and that she kissed me.
Then I felt a warm breeze of life steal back into my veins, and I opened my eyes and spoken her name firmly. But he looked away, and bent down to my crying out.
"Don't be frightened if I did fans"
I said. I not going to do, the now that
I said.
"Oh, he knows me! He knows me
I am so glad of that!"
I believed he him talk," the old doctor said. "Keep him as quiet as possible, and there's some hope or him."
"Where have you been all the long time since I lost you?" I asked her, by curly hair.
I clung to Faith's hand and would not let her go for fear I might lose her again. She sat down by my bed and didn't want to leave in a way that was very pleasant to a man who had seen but few women's faces for a long time. And the pleasenterest part of it was it was my boyfriend, and the pleaserest part of the face of the woman I had given up dead. There was something so resilient in it that I felt a sweet, deep sleep steal away me. And I dreamed of her. When I awoke she was sitting at my beech桌面.
"Earning my bread and trying to forget you," she answered. "You see—in answer to my look of inquiry—they made me believe you were amusing yourself with me, and I would not stay. I know now that they deceived me. Let us (forget it all, since it's over. Shall we?"
"Yes, all but that. I loved you!" answered. "All that but I loved you then and love you now, and must have you for my own for all time to come. I may have you. Faith? You will let me keep you here from injury. I will keep you here from injury imp heart through the years since you lost to me?"
"if you want me take me," she said softly, and I drew her sweet face down to mine and kissed her to seal the compact that we have kept faithfully ever since, and will, please God, until the end.
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Keeping Cranks Out of the White House.
Visitors to the White House could not fail to have noticed a large, hand some man, with brown hair and mustache and pleasant, twinkling blue eyes, who stands at the main entrance of the chief usher at the Executive Mansion. The Sergeant has but two passages in life. One is to keep cranks out of the White House and the other is to make the bridal couples happy who invariably make the President get married to reach Washington. The Telegram correspondent was at the White House the other day when an elderly appear gentleman approached and made some ordinary observation to the Sergeant get glanced in an instant he took him aside and began to question him. A few moments later he led him to the door and the stranger then disappeared. Returning the Sergeant said, Another crank. We have to keep a watchful eye on someone like one? Well. I don't know, but I can tell all the same. I suppose it is for incessant practice. We are always on the part of any individual in the crowd that is here pretty much aware of glances in an instant he took him aside and began to question him. A few moments later he led him to the door and the stranger then disappeared. Returning the Sergeant said, Another crank. We have to keep a watchful eye on someone like one? Well. I don't know, but I can tell all the same. I suppose it is for incessant practice. We are always on the part of any individual in the crowd that is here pretty much aware of glances in an instant he took him
Washington Correspondence New York
Telegram.
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