Delaware state journal. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1870-1883, 1873-06-21

SUI " uo kluhNlul ~ Aht lItts l1Ahn I all
you dreamt under II come true.
"God knows" replied the husband,
when she had finished speaking-"God
k ows am grateful to Him and to you.
Yes, II was a beautiful dream, and / re-
member II like yesterday, but everything
is Il thousand times better than / dreamt
II, and you, love, a thousand times pret-
tier and dearer than tie young woman
who appeared in my dream. But
as regards the tree, my darling this Is my
opinion. If man loves dancing he will
eoOn dad music to dance to and echo re-
peats the words that are spoken to her.
had been for so many years wretched
and miserable amongst strangers, II was
no wonder If once in Il way / dreamt
pleasant dream.
"But still Il was strange that you
should dream you were to marry me-"
81 never dreamt that All / saw was
a young woman, with two children, but
she was not half as pretty MS you, or the
children eithe ="
"Fiel' cried the wife ''do yoH mean
10 deny me OF the tree Didn't you tell
me the first day we met . It was IN the
evening, out there Ia the arbor. Didn't
you tell me you had 'lreamt you were to
marry me aud become the landlord of the
Grown Inn
Then the man remembered the Joke he
had played hls wife and said
"lt c .D't be helEed, dear wife. / did
not really dream Of you aud IL l said SO,
1t was only Joke. remember you were
20 very inqulsitiye, aud wanted to tease
you"
Upon this the wife burst into a flood
of teais and left the room. When he
/ f,.1t hse ch fu f., sha
courtyard still crying. He did all he
could to comfort her, but III vain.
"Yuu haye stolen my love, and cheated
me uut OF my heart" she said 81 shall
never be happy again, no never 20
TheL he asked her If she did not love
| him more than anybody in the world,
and if they had not been the happiest cou
| pie in the village
She could not deny this; hut. neyerihe
less, she remained sad and miserable,
notwithstanding all he could say. 30 he
thought, "Let her c.y herself out to-mor-
row she will be herself again" But She
was not herself again; for the next morn
| ing, though she certainly had ceased
weeping, she was sadder and grayer than
ever, and pointedly avoided her husband.
Every attempt ut reconciliation failed /;
nearly all day she sat gloomily by herself,
starting whenever her husband came
near her.
This state of things continuing some
time, he also began to grow melancholy,
fearing he had altogether lost his wlfe's
love. Silently he moved about the house,
thinking how TO cure the evil but no
idea occurred to him so at noon he went
out into the village, and loitered care
lessly through the fields. The rich, ripe
corn waved like golden lake, and the
birds sang sweetly enough, but his heart
was full of sorrow. In the distance
stood the old Dreaming Beech, queen of
the forest II lowered towards Heaven. 1t
seemed to beckOn him with its green
waving branches to come nearer like a
good old friend. lie went and sat be-
meath its shade, thinking of days gone
by. Five years had passed since he, a
poor miserable wretch, had rested there
for the first time, and dreamt that plea
SAINT dream. How pleasant, for IL mad
lasted five years, and now-all gone all
gone for eyer-and ever.
Then the beech began to rustic again,
as it had done five years ago, and to
move its mighty branches and as they
moved there fell, as then, the golden
glttering sunlight across its leaves, and
through the boughs peeped ever and anon
the deep blue sky. Then his heart grew
calmcr, and he slept. Soon he dreaint
that dream again Of five years ago. The
woman at the table aud the little chill
dreu at their play but now, the faces
we're the faces Of his own dear wife aud
chi drcn, aud she looked ut him with hei
argc brown eyes so kindly, ah, so kindly
And then he awoke, aud found II was
only dream More sorTowful than
before, be broke of small green twil
from the tree, aud went home aud PLACED
1t in his hymn book.
The next day was Sunday, and as they
went to church the leaves fell out at tn,
wifu's feet. He turned scarlet as h,
stopped to pick them up and put them int
his pucktt. But The wiio had scan 1t ant
asked what ii was.
Only leaves from the Dreaming Re. ch
which is much kinder TO me than you are
. Yesterday l was resting beneath 1t ant
. fell asleep. 1t wicked to console me, fol
dreamt that you were kind to me again
and had forgiven everything but 1t h
rot true. The good old beech, though i
is a noble tree, knows nothing about th'
future,'
The wife gazcd at him, and II was a
if Il ray Of sunshine had crossed her face
"Husband, did you really dream that p
"Ycs, he answered, positively.
, And she knew il was The truth, by III
twitching about his mouth, like one VIII
aus difficulty in restraining his tears.
And | was really your wife ~
"Really my own true wife !" and shl
fell on his neck, aud half suiIocated hiu
with kisses.
I "Thank Cod" she said, "now it's al
right again love you 80 dearly, how
-, dearly YOU can htv,r know. And al
these long weary days | have been Il
D such dread, lest | was wrong in lovipl
you, aud that God meaut me to havl
+ another husband, aud you another wife
for you certainly did steal my heart, yoi
bad man aud there was deception a
q hrst-yes, you stole my heart, but it dl'
{ not do you much good, for you know
d things must have happened just as the.
e did. whether we would or no." Then
D after pause, she continued
y "Promise me never to speak sighting
o ly of the Dreaming Beech sgain ;"
< 81 never will, for / believe In Il, a
IL much as you do, depend upon II, thong
: IN different way perhaps. And now le
e US paste the leaves in the begiuning Of ou
y hymn book so that they may not be lost.