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Show The Old Sweet Dream. Wtnibleton sat in his room alone. Around him he saw many of the luxuries lux-uries that only money will buy. There were easy chairs, there were books, papers pa-pers and magazines upon the broad table: ta-ble: there were the pictures upon the walls. He had done well during his three years in the great city, as far as his work was concerned. He was drawing a fairfrtlary. and the prospects for ad- vancement were excellent. But he had made few friends outside the office. It was hard to get acquainted ac-quainted with the kind of people whrni he desired to know. He had just read Humething that had a strong bearing upon his own case. For a long time he sat mutilng. Then he paid to himself; "Yes, I will. I can afford to now. When 1 left her that day I was poor. I bad not made the start in life that I wished to make, but now the way ahead is clear. The old dream returns to me. I have been so busy trying to get ahead that I have seldom thought of her during the past three years, but now that I look back she teems to stand out as a beautiful vision before me." He look up a pen and dipped it In ink. Then he sat for a long time again and mused. Aa lant lie began to write. He ran his fingers through his hair, and sighed and scratched out many lines and tore up much paper, but at "last he was satisfied. This is what he had written : "I am dreaming, tonight, of blossoms That floated around uh thereof there-of the bunch of wildwood flowers. That I fastened in ycur hair. "I am dreaming"tonight, ah dreaming. Of the grace 0f that blissful day. And I would that I might be saying The words that I failed to say." He copied ihe verses carefully, put) her name above them and his own be-' low. and then folded the paper and I placed it in an envelope addressed to her. "I suppose she is there still." he said to himself. "If she isn't somebody will forward it to her, and she will get it. Ah. what a sweet, beautiful girl she is now that I come to think of her again. If she replies promptly I ought to receive re-ceive her answer within three or four days. I wonder what she will say? How she will brighten up my life: It will be like sunrise after a" night of ugly dreams:" It wa nearly n week after when he found upon his desk the envelope for which he had been waiting. A thrill passed th rough him as he broke the seal a wild, joyous thrill that he had never felt before. He seemed to have suddenly passed out of the busy, noisy wcrld -ind stepped into an enchanted place. As he unfolded the sheet he saw that she. too. had dallied with the muse, and then he read: "Ah. dream of the spreading meadow And th flowers we gathered there; Ah, dream of the blooming orchard And the sweetly scented air: "Dream on of the blissful hours We fritted away that day. And dream, if you seem to like it, Of the words you didn't say. "My husband is calling for supper, The baby, is hungry, too. And hollering for his bottle I leave the dreams to you." All he said, after tearing her letter into small strips, was: I "Poor girl: I wonder if my poem came as a shock to her?" |