Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1875-11-17
From the Chicago Tribune.
A DREAM.
That Was Not All a Dream.

On the more remote banks of little
stream which flows into the Danube at
a point distant about 20 miles from
Vienna, lived, near thirty years ago,
one Kasper Graetz. Here he cultiva-
ted the few acres on which his fore
fathers had toiled, and reared his sturdy
progeny, wholly unconcerned by the
events of the great world around him.
Of cities he knew nothing, for his
longest journeys from home were limi-
ted to the neighboring village-m.arkets,
where he disposed of the produce of
his labor. A more unimaginatjve lif
than this can hardly be conceived; and
that Kaspar, of all men, should,
through the instrumentality of a dream,
have been the means of developing the
details of a foul double murder, and of
bringing the perpetrator to Justice, may
well excite our curiosity.
The SHOWS of some sixty winters had
begun to leave their hoary traces on
his head, when Graetz, now reaping
The reward of his lifelong frugality,
had, after many consultations with his
faithful Fr@na. determined to transfer
his heaviest cares to younger hands,
and seek comparative rest for his and
her declining years. The necessary ar
engagements for this purpose were soon
completed, and the good couple were
contented In the hope which the steady
industry OF their children inspired.
1t was In the summer succeeding this
change that Kaspar was one night dis
turbed by a dream which overcame
him with all the vivid force of reality
itself. 81 was" said he, as he related
the story of his vision to his wife, Gin
the outskirts of what must have been q
very great city; streets and houses were
innumerable; nay, all the villages in
our district, if thrown together, would
not have made so many streets and
houses. And, farther on, saw huge
embattled walls, strongly fortified
against an enemy; be he ever so power
full; and, beyond the walls, rose up tow
ers and spires, and other lofty build
ings, the like of which we have never
seen, save in the pictures which
the showmen bring to our door,
and which we look at through
perspective glass. And, as stood
gazing at all these great things, I be-
came hungry,-so hungry. Now that I
am awake, should wonder how anoth-
er should know when I am hungry; I
did not wonder in my dream, and, when
man with kindly look led me into
"gast haus" on the other side of the
street In which I stood, and gave me
cheese, and bread, and good wine, it
seemed but natural that he should have
done so. And [ fear I was not sufficient
~ grateful to him for his iberality. for
[ do not remember thanking him as [
ought, and would if he were to do me
SO great kindness again. But when I
had stated my appetite, looked through
the window at small house opposite,
and there I saw a deed which
made my very blood to curdle.
The house adjoined another on one
side, and was separated from the house
on the other side by narrow gateway,
and the gate was closed. The windows
of the small house were also closed, and
although the blinds covered them, / saw
into the interior as plainly as though
the whole front were entirely removed
In this house were three apartments
only-a bedroom and parlor in front,
and kitchen, as long as both these
rooms, In the rear. Behind the house
was garden, entered both from the
gateway and the onter door of the
kitchen; and IN the garden was a we'll.
the mouth of which was surrounded by
low wall of masonry. By and by I
saw man and his wife, both well adj
vanced In years, rise from the bed in
their room,-for it seemed to me that
day was abort to 5reak, land repair to-
gether to a part of the wall,
which, could see, was broken;
and from the opening they drew forth