Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1862-11-27
Signs and Wonders.
BY SOPHIE MAY,

Do you Ueil0Ne III dreams, UfanQpa,
said little Kitty, looking steadily into
the fire ?
Old Mr. Evans stopped pairing his ap-
pie, and smiled playfully as heanswered,
believe in dreams my dear? TO be
sure do That is,if they are worth hav-
ing. | believe in pleasant little girls,
Kitty, and pleasant little dreams, every
night in the year
20 ytu're such funny grandpa
just as if didn't suppose you folks had
dreams But Jane Snow thinks they
mean something something particular !!
She says they come to pass 2
/ "Of all things p cried grandpa, open
| ing his eyes very wide. II shouldn't
think Jane Snow would dare to go to
sleep! IF had mistrusted that dream
ing was such scientific business Why
how you make me feel Kitty Tn such
a miserable hand about getting up
dreams p
"Well, grandpa, want to tell you,
| dreamed about a wedding last night,
and that's the sure sign of funeral;
and sure enough man died this very
day on Cedar street Now what do you
think Of that p
20 dear, dearl" said grandpa laying
down his apple. II wouldn't have
dreamed what you did for any money;
you couldn't have persuaded me Don't
let that mans friends hear Of it, don't
Kitty They might take it into their
heads that you dreamed him to death
on purpose, and then how could they
forgive you?"
80 grandpa, now | know you're jok-
ing. But won't you tell me truly if you
believe in omens and such things ? Some
grown-up folks do Now, for one thing,
its bad sign to break looking glass
they say"
"Well," said grandpa, Il think it is
myself; it is generally a sign of care
lessness. But speaking Of omens re-
reminds me Of something that came to
pass when | was little boy. It was
perfectly awful Come and sit on my
knee, Kitty, so shan't feel SO frighten-
did when | come to the worst part.
There We'll, once upon time my
father lived in the first house that was
built in this town, where Mr. Mason
lives now, right at the corner, you know,
by the big willow tree. 1t is a very old
fashioned house, full Of little cubby
holes and dark corners. Well, my grand
mother lived with us. She was dear
old lady. and her sentences were as even
and precise as paper Of pins. Not
much like this poor old grandfather Of
yours, Kitty! You know the words trip
over one another on my tongue, and get
strangely mixed up sometimes"
20, no they don't, grandpa said
Kate 'you talk just the best Of any
body know Of and | love you dearly.
Why, | love every hair Of your head?"
''Do you my dear?" said grandpa,
hugging Kate ''well [ haven't but
little hair you know. But | was going
to tell you about your grandmother.
fShc was never well after / was old
enough to remember anything. She
was sick in the front room-the one the
Masons use for parlor The room was
kept darkened, and | remember how the
LIGHT used to trickle through cracks OF
the shutters, Only once in while, the
shutter Of the south window was folded
back little way, so my poor grand
mother could get peep at the blue
summer sky, the green trees, and the
river
"Well, Kitty, if you'll believe it, one
day about sunset, when there wasn't
leaf stirring, nor sound louder than
fy would make all of sudden, pane
Of glass flew right out of that south win
dow, shivered into thousand pieces,
and fell at the foot Of grandmothers
bed T.
Il was not in the room, and didn't
see the sight; but my mother did, and
nv sister Betsy, and Eliza Price, the
girl who was taking care of my grand
mother.
"Why grandpa Y said Kate, shud-
dering
sNow there wasn't thing to be seen
larger than insect, as far as you could
look out of doors The glass flew as if
! it was alive, or as if one of the Salem
witches had sent it; and what cloud
ANYBODY think ? Liza Price said it was
warning, and it was her opinion that
my grandmother wouldn't live a week
sWhen went ii the house that night
[ saw very solemn looking group,
I assure you, Liza had let the CRU
el burn, and was fitting from room to
room, talking in low, awful tones. Ny
mother was in tears, and Betsy very pale,
with her hair falling down her neck
like sable plumes, and her eyes looking
fairly wild. My father was trying his
best to reason with them"
"One thing is sure, said he, moth
ing ever happened yet without cause.
Depend upon it, we shall find out be
fore long what broke that glass. Wait
while.
| ssNoll -; so;d Liza solemnly. and