K. U. Libary
THE KANSAS UNIVERSITY WEEKLY.
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He had written in his bold school boy hand. She had suggested the couplet herself when he had come to her and asked her if she knew anything good to write in albums, like "Roses red, Violets blue" or something." There were many other names written in the little book, she would not read them just now, memories were crowding so fast upon her they could wait.
—NED MORTIMER.
the place. The happy excited children giggled and jostled each other, while their eyes were fixed ecstatically on the bright colored tartleton bags, through which real "store candy" gleamed alluringly. The elders' delight was scarcely less than that of the children but it expressed itself in genial greetings and hearty hand chaps.
"When memory with it's golden key
unlocks the past, remember me."
How her foolish little heart had fluttered when she heard her name called and the neat square package was handed to her. With bated breath she had undone it and beheld a glorious red and gold autograph album, her very heart's desire. Timidly she had glanced across at Ned, he was looking very hard at something on the opposite side of the room. But the conscious red had crept up over his face, into the very roots of his brown hair and she had whispered "Thunk you Ned," in her heart. Ned was only fifteen then and she was twelve, how long ago it seemed.She had brought the album to school the next week and with painstaking effort her schoolmates had each inscribed therein his name, the date and some one of the sentiments usually written in autograph albums. Ned's was the first
"When memory with it's golden key"—
Her hand sought another treasure,
a faded photograph. A fine strong
face looked up at her out of the little
leather case. How true his eyes
were, and how true he had been—
always, she thought tenderly. He
had the same eyes yet, and the little
half curl over his forehead, that
would never stay in place—her love
lock she had called it. Instinctively
she moved her finger as if to brush
back the wayward lock and smiled
tenderly at herself for doing it.
library she knew for she had heard him tell his man he would not go out that night. Yes she would go to him and, with a half whispered prayer, she went.
She paused a moment on the threshold, he had not heard her, he was standing at the window looking out, as she had done. Was he too lonely and world wearied? With a swift pang she noted the whiteness which was gathering about his temples. He seemed so far from her. Would he understand? Was it too late? The fear of it seemed stifling her. Impulsively she took a step toward him. His old boyhood name rose tremulously to her lips, "Ned" she called softly.
At the sound of her voice the man turned and saw her standing there. And as he looked, the stately beautiful faded into the shadows, and before him there rose the vision of a sweet fair haired girl with the love light in her face. Silently they looked into each other's eyes. Into the man's face there stood a wondering arm and a wild out his arms and she came to them. He had understood. With a happy sob she laid her head in its old resting place on his shoulder and her heart dreamless stole away.
The man's eyes too were dim as he drew her to the window. Together they looked out. The wind had fallen into a hole, seeping inside him. He ran up a rift in the clouds the moon shone softly over a world that was growing whiter and whiter.
"Glory be to God on high
"how beautiful it is," she whispered. "show beautiful. And like a benediction fell the children's voices—
They had been so happy together in the dear old days, had he forgot- en she wondered wistfully—she never could forget. Gently she pressed the picture to her lips, then
For many weary days it had seemed that she could not live, she was so worn with watching and grief. And Ned had cared for her so faithfully through it all. His own suffering he had hidden that he might comfort hers and slowly and patiently he had won her back to life and strength.
Their boy would have been a man now had he lived. He would have been so strong and handsome and many, so the mother-love pictured him. Again she drew the little leather case to her. Yes, he would have been very like his father, just such eyes and even his dark brown hair with its little wayward curl. He would have taken a man's place in the world by this time and how proud they would have been of his his strong young manhood. Did the father miss him yet, she wondered.
Peace, good will to mortals
Christ the Lord is born tonight
"He was a monk named
"Mary."
laid it back in its place. Her fingers closed over something tiny and soft.
mmm
"Madeline's first shoes" she murmured and involuntarily her glance was lifted to a bowl of great creamy roses. They were Madeline's bridal roses. Only the week before her brilliant wedding had been the crowning point to her mother's ambitions. But now to the awakened mother heart there came a troubled longing, if only she could see Madeline, if only she might tell her. What did it matter that through her marriage Madeline would hold an unequalled social position in a great metropolis if thereby she was to miss coming into possession of that happiness which was her woman's birthright. The mother's memory had gone back into the years when two soft dimpled arms lay round her neck and a little downy head had rested on her cheek.
Again her hand sought her treasure box and this time through tears that blinded she looked upon a little tin soldier battered and worn. They too had had a "Little Boy Blue" in their home once. They had not known the full meaning of love until that night when they had stood together at the river's brink while the tiny bark drifted away and out of their sight.
"When memory with its golden key"—They had grown so apart was it too late to begin again, there was just they two. A yearning impulse to go to him took possession of her. She would find him in his
Christmas at the Fireside.
fruits and
S. FRUIT
NUS.
o Trade.
France, Kan.
I love not overmuch the sports
That draw us forth at Christmastide;
My pleasures are of quiet sorts
That have their place of bright fireside.
With a road cigar, a book of verse.
And meeting of the season's cheer,
A friend, old memories to rehearse,
I'll make a Merry Christmas here.
There's wealth of dreams within the weed
When two are sitting knee to knee,
When two from work and care are freed,
And give themselves to revery.
These lend new wings to Father Time-
I'll make a Merry Christmas here.
Sore.
Brown,
Mass. St.
Old memories are ever sweet
Orienteando the ships of one who shared their day;
and what for Christmastide more sweet
Than glances down the backward way.
So with cigars, a book of verse.
And something of the senses' cheer,
A friend, old memories of course,
A gift, a gift here.
And what is sweeter than some rhyme
That falls right mellow on the ears?
TOWE S FURNI-HELD
EVERYTHING FIRST-CLASS
R. H. STEWART, Prop.
838 Mass. Street.
LAWRENCE, - - - - KANSAS.
Social Season Now at Hand.
Let us figure on your
Eben Pile; Century Sass, Miss Audrey Goss; Memoirs, Miss Edna Holsinger. A Christmas tree and many comical toys caused amusement for all, later
Dress Suit. PROTSCH THE TAILOR.
ED ANDERSON Restaurant and Confectionery.
FRUITS, NUTS AND OYSTERS.
Best Meals of any Restaurant in the City.
715 Mass. St. Lawrence. Kan.
717 Mass. St. Ground floor.
Tangeman a recess will be allowed the audience. After the house is called to order the second time Metcalf and Oldroyd of the affirmative opposed by Bumgartner and Bennett will conduct an interesting debate. The question is "Resolved that the South Was
SOCIETY.
rving the interest until the curtain. It is to be given complete scenery, a special any, and mechanical effects will be shown for the first on any stage and a produc as famous as ever given in York, Chicago and Philadelphia.
Fine Shoe Repairing for Students by Aug. Hackbarth,
At the Howe-Starkweather
Shoe Co., 829 Mass. St.
"Way Down East," New York success city is to have is a rural place New England is of those unique ter which are thereabouts and this broad land chara
e East Side Whist Club was enined Tuesday evening by Missey at her home on Tennessee st. Misses Jennie Barrett and e Schneider and Messrs Hoyt rman and George Belt were sts of the club.
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1 Xmas day Miss Abbie Clark Robert Bright were married at bride's home in Warrensberg, 1955. Miss Clark attended the versity several years ago and Bright graduated in the class 000 and is now private secretary acting Chancellor. Both have friends in Lawrence among town people and the students all wish them much happiness.
ue Brown County students of the e University had a banquet on eight of December 28, in Hiawaiat which about fifty were pres- brown county has 38 students ue University this year and one ts purposes is to maintain a parishion there for some worthy wn county young man or man.
arie Nelson, daughter of Judge Mrs. G. H. Nelson, and Richard er Davis of Goodnight, Texas, e married Christmas evening at bride's home 3225 Prospect Ave. asas City, Missouri. The bride a student at the University two ago and a member of theppa Alpha Theta fraternity. The om is a teacher of Latin and thematics in the Goodnight col-age. They will reside in Goodnight.
he first of the spring parties was en by the Betas Friday night at chian hall. The hall was beautifully decorated with palms and rgrees, the chandeliers covered h evergreen, and the walls drapin pink and blue. A charming le room was formed at the west 1 by a screen of evergreens exing across the hall. There were my cosy corners and comfortable sa-tetes arranged with sofas and a pillows and easy chairs. Reshments were served in the upper cony, and the music was furnishby Steinberg's orchestra. The ests were received by Misses oss, Armshy, Leland and Messrs vies, Baxter and Bliss. Miss Cross re black liberty silk, Miss Arms-green silk mull, trimmed with sh point lace, and Miss Leland, it organdie with a duchesse lace rtha. The dance was opened with grand march at 8 o'clock, led by professor and Mrs. Haworth, and Home Sweet Home" was played at This is quite an innovation
her spring parties the usually begun about correspondingly late. nwn guests were, Mrs. of St. Louis, Misses Lord, Gay, and Devilson, Guild and Miss Elizabeth out and Kane, of Beach, and day, of Olathe, Mr. Griggs was Fredericka