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Wishes a Merry Christmas to all students and promises them several surprises in moving pictures when they return.
The Weeds of Mourning
S NOW, covered the ground. The lation burglar—soft hat, mask, black time was Christmas eve and it handkerchief about his throat, dark was cold. Of course it was cold. lantern and small cloth sack. Already
You've never heard of warm snow, have you? Back some distance from the walk, and screened from the street by needle-dressed evergreen trees, sat the house. It was the house for the simple reason: the first act of the evening's entertainment. Outside all was dark, or perhaps it would do just as well to say that all of the dark was outside, for in the parlor a coal fire was burning in the grate and projecting the furniture of the room upon its wall in a shadowy dance. The room was large and as the fire disclosed, richly furnished. In the center of the floor stood a carved library table, heaped with gifts. Santa Claus had already made his call and his horse had been prepared. The coal, he was rich, evidently the family was rich, for there were no children's toys among the packages. The coal in the grate settled down to make a warm night of it.
Back and forth between the table and the fire he traveled with the packages, reading the inscriptions on each. At last he singled out a box wrapped in tissue paper. The inscription read: "Merry Christmas, to Lovey from Wifey." He smiled, seated himself tail fashion before the are and carefully unwrapped the box. For an instant he gazed at it. Then he sighed. A sigh indefinable; perhaps chagrin and sadness; for it to have gripped and gazed stare-eyed at the flames. The clock struck one and called him back from his trance. He arose, and, after rewrapping the package, quietly withdrew.
on, on. After a time another noise arose in the conflict to that of the clock. Somewhere in the room a window came up, and the coat in the grate shifted and the startled flame lit up the room and disclosed the burglar. We had a regu-
THE fire burned low and the clock ticked on. on—on. on—on
Over the mantel a clock ticked in aristocratic tones, slow, deliberate, and stately. Presently it began to strike the hour—one, two three, four—twelve Ah, the hour of mystery! The hour when things in stories must happen, that is, when hitting time; all is in readiness for the appearance of the first character.
By Earl Potter,'13
J. A. DOWNS keeps the best of beef and a good line of groceries. Call and get my prices.
He entered softly. He stood, tall and thin, his white nightgown contrasting vividly with the dark background of the curtains through which he pushed. For a moment he was still. Then slowly and cautiously he came toward the gift table. He fumbled among the boxes and carried several to the first desk where he met his sister. His expression was a woeful one. His hair was mussed, and his nightgown, that, great national uniform which levels its wearsers to a common democracy, quit its downward tendency with a rush of pink border halfway between his knees and ankles and left exposed the remainder of a pair of bow-legs. For all that his appearance showed, he might have been the only son, or the head of the house, or but what else would it? he was the head of the house. He was young. They, that is, he and his wife, had been married three years.
AT THE BOWERSOCK. Following is the list of bookings of Bowersock Theater to date. From time to time changes and additions will be made.
Phone 442 1200 N. Y.
Dec. 30—Louisiana Lou.
Dec. 21—Mutt and Jeff.
Jan. $—Bunty Pulls The String
The Code
Dec. 25—The Wolf.
Jan. 31—The Price She Paid.
Feb. 8—"Million."
Jan. 13—The Chocolate Soldier. Jan. 21. Syrlyn Moid
Jan. 1—Uncle Josh Perkins
Jan. 4-The Only Son.
Jan. 2—"Freckles."
Jan. 21—Spring Maid.
Feb. 3—Minnow.
Feb. 13—Lyman Howe's Pictures.
Feb. 15—Bohemian Girl
Feb. 22—The Thief.
Feb. 25—Field's Minstrels.
Mch. 3—Wm. Faversham, i
seas."
Mch. 4—Adelaide Thurston.
ing the package he pushed it quickly into his sack. Suddenly the clock began to strike. The burglar jumped and his hat fell before the grate. Someone was coming from the other room. The clock struck three. Three strikes had been made by the burglar. He did not even step to get his hat. But he had one steal to his credit.
Through the curtains came the same white figure of the earlier hours. The fire had taken new life and in the light of it the man's face showed determination. He went to the chair that had held the box. He started when he found it gone. Turning, he saw the hat on the floor and stooped to pick it up. Inside the band he found a white card. It read: "Bunny McNutt, 17 Rooney Row. Of course burglaries in their hat but in this case it is absolutely necessary to the plot. The man looked at the card and smiled. Putting it upon the table, he stepped over to the window, shut it and retired.
THE next day was Christmas and the scene shows. Down the narrow walk that lined the rutty asphalt pavement of Rooney Row, there walked a well-dressed man —yes, the identical one that we have seen in the room in his nightgown the night before. On the corner he met a policeman.
"Officer, can you show me to number 17?" he asked.
When they arrived there the man left the policeman and went to the door alone. His knock was answered by a woman who said with a what's-their-energy look.
“Are yer th' bi doc’” she asked at
one. “The th'男 man's sick.” Bin smokin'
too bloomin’ much. E don't
mind the flies. You'll hell be
raw about it and raise a row.”
The man smiled. "I beg your parion," he interrupted, "but you've got the wrong man. I do, however, owe your good husband a little debt for personal service. Here's my card. Just hand it to him along with this ten-dollar bill. Tell him I wish him a Merry, Merry Christmas."
He turned and walked away. "Poor fellow," he murmured, "I might have had to smoke those cigars myself."
TO SKATE ON GRIDIRON
Nebraska Management Plans to Turn Football Field into Skating Rink
A university skating rink is the plan under foot at Nebraska at present. The rink involves the use of the football field which generally is idle all winter, and will mean considerable expenses to the school.
If this plan is carried out the field will be turned into a shallow lake by the use of embankments, and students will be admitted at a nominal fee, both day and night to skate. It is the intention of the management to equip the field with electric lights to enable the students to use it at night.
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