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Show 3 Garden 3 Sequence fSa By Richard H1U Wilkinson BRYANT DREAMED a dream. He was in a garden. A beautiful beau-tiful girl sat on a white marble bench, and smiled at him across a pond filled with goldfish and pond lilies. Brieht sunshine filtered down through shade trees and reflected re-flected the gold I I in the girl's hair. 3 -Minute Bryant knew Fir-tinn that- according to I riciion al good dreamSi he was supposed to do something possibly to walk around the pool and bow gallantly before the girl. He began to wonder if he didn't look somewhat like an idiot standing stand-ing there. It was then that he heard footsteps foot-steps on the flagstone path that connected the garden with the wide, screened-in porch of the house. He looked up to find Laura, his sister, coming into the garden. He was glad that Laura had come, f'nr Laura knew all about dreams nd could tell him what to do. "Bryai.i!" Laura exclaimed, stopping on the pool's edge, and looking from him to the girl, "whatever in the world are you standing here for? Why, you're positively rude. Doris must think my brother Is stupid!" Oh, yes, that was it. It was all working out fine now. Laura had asked her college roommate, Doris LaPlante, down for the week-end. Of course, that was she. How stupid stu-pid of him. So Bryant walked around the pool and was introduced. He looked deep into the twin black pools that were Doris' eyes, and apologized. His voice sounded odd, but that, of course, was because he was thinking think-ing that here was the girl he had been waiting for. Then he almost groaned aloud. Doris had looked up and said it was quite all right and she really should have introduced herself, but he added so much to the scene, standing over there so straight and silent. It was the sound of her voice that made Bryant groan; for he remembered that it was all a dream and that Doris would soon be gone. Then suddenly it was night, and they were once more in the garden. There was a full moon and a gentle breeze and music drifting down on the still air from somewhere back of the marble bench. A week, two weeks, had gone by Bryant wasn't sure which since the first meeting in the garden. He had a dim recollection recollec-tion that they were glorious weeks of riding and golfing and swimming and dancing all with Doris. TT WAS ONLY OCCASIONALLY now that Bryant remembered it was all a dream. The dread of waking up didn't affect him quite so poignantly. That is to say, it didn't affect him until this night when they were alone in the garden. gar-den. Then he was seized with a sudden panicky sensation. And so quite abruptly Bryant turned and said without prelimin- ::. : XVV.X......v."V.AV.'.v..... v J i Bryant slowly put his arm about her slim shoulders. aries: "Doris, darling, I love you. I know this is all a dream, therefore there-fore I'm telling you now before I wake up. I've waited all my life for such a girl as you. It seems cruel that you'd come to me only in a dream." And Doris turned up her face to his, with the moon making shadows shad-ows of her eyes, and said: "I love you, too, Bryant, and I'm glad you waited for me. I hardly know what I would have done had I discovered dis-covered you belonged to some one else." Bryant thought this over and decided de-cided that the dream had turned out just the way he would have ordered. He'd better wake himself up, he thought, before he did something to spoil it. But before he could pinch himself, which was the conventional way of waking oneself from a dream, Doris laid her head on his shoulder. Bryant looked down at the golden gold-en head. "Doris," he said brokenly, "this is all a dream, and in a minute min-ute you'll be gone and I'll find myself my-self alone. You're not real." But Doris laughed softly, and snuggled closer. Bryant slowly put his arm about her slim shoulders. shoul-ders. She was there, close against him. Her lips were upturned, and as Bryant bent to kiss them he knew that when again he opened his eyes, she'd still be there-anc would always be there. |