The Free Lance.
Miss Croft. ’ ’ And he turned to her with a mysterious
<. looked up. And there before them stood, devoid of
dark hair, Miss Croft, but now none other than a jolly
ior, Willie Wilkins by name.
see,” Callohill explained, as the six picked themselves
the dust littered floor, ‘‘you have just seen and heard
•ess rehearsal of the final scene in the original Senior
given tomorrow night. We hope you have enjoyed it,
you to come to-morrow. ’ ’
: “ council ” went.
jt j/t
IN LIGHTER VEIN
LOVE’S RULING
As sight behind the eye-lids sleeps
And latent lies when dreams enfold us—
So love its endless empire keeps
Though loveless days and deeds now hold us,
PROM SCHILLER
Alone in the dusky stage coach,
Through the long dark night we sat,
And we thrilled the gloomy shadows
With our laughter, jest and chat.
Then when Aurora’s day beams,
Brought back the day and stir—
Ah, child, between us dozing
Love, the blind passenger !
BEYOND THE VEIL
Par out in science’s mystic world
There is a bound we cannot pass;
Beyond its wavering gleams of light
An unseen realm we cannot cross;
Where art and science lose their way,
And shadowy fancies lead astray.
[December,
R. T. Strohm, ’9B.
—Trinity Tablet.
—The Sibyl.