New Ulm weekly review., 1878-10-09

of people thronging all about me- Their gar
ments brushed me, and their fingers touched
my hair, but they never seemed to see
me. Suddenly they vanished, one beautiful
lady alone remaining. She stood just there,
behind that long branch. She was all in green
and I could scarcely distinguish her from the
trees. She spoke to me with charming
smile, and then lifting her white hand, waved
it slowly through the air. looked and papa
stood beside me. ] could not move or speak,
but his dear eyes looked into mine for mo-
ment; then the figure slowly faded. AS I
gazed other figures came by, Frightening and
fading before my eyes, saw yourself and
Frank, mamma, just as she used to look, and
many more, all familiar faces, all persons who
have had some part or influence in my life.
Last OF all came one did not know. I turned
to ask the lady who he was. She made no an
swer, but smiled and held up ring thought
knew him for my future husbond, and turned
to look at him again. As did so thought
he bent over and kissed me on the lips; then
slowly faded as the others had done. The
next remember, you were calling me-, Now
don't laugh, Charlotte" she added, catching
the expression Of my eyes.
Indeed, love, I shouldn't think of such a
thing. am too deeply impressed by your
doubtless prophetic vision'
"Now, Lottiep'
swell, dear, why not 2 Remember this is
the eve OF st. John, and your birthnight,
Everyone knows that children born on Mid
fairy folk, and subject to their influence on
that night. It is plain to be seen that the
lady i'll green was your fairy god-mother, and
your vision must be prophetic"
Alice laughed, but in shy, absent way,
and her pretty blush was visible even in the
starlight. In answer to my rallleries, she ad-
mitted that before falling asleep she had been
ir611 1or in foy,n Oh f1n
naturally suggested by the place and time;
but as for the young man, she stoutly de-
clarcs she had never seen, or imagined, or
previously even dreamed of, anyone in the
least resembling him.
Alice was up early next morning, not a
whit the worse for her greenwood nap, and
very busy with her drawing. supposed she
was finishing the thorntree sketch; but hap
pening to look over her shoulder when she
had been at work for and hour, Isaw it was
q portrait on which she was engaged. 1t was
the likeness of a young man, apparently
twenty eight or thirty years of age.
"Who is it, Alice dear?"
the face saw in my dream last night" said
she.
"Is it possible?' s.,
ut is the best likeness have ever made.
That is in every feature, the face that was
bending toward me when your voice broke
Lne spell OF my dream."
"Well, my love, you have wonderfully vivid
dreams. We must take care that you do not
sleep under the starlight to often" &
Frank Baldwin arrived that afternoon, and
we hastened our preparations for departure.
He kindly offered to assist us, and stood
round, man fashion, in the way, putting things
in the wrong trunks, and making confusion
and Alice declared it quite impossible to get
in her voluminous sketching- books. They
were accordingly laid aside to be left till they
could be sent for, or until we should make
our regular visit next year. Frank, roaming
restlessly about tired of our inattention, spied
the books, and began to look them over He
was silent for some time; but at length he
prise:
edward Granger's portrait! Alice, where
did you ever see Ned Granger?'
Il never saw him to my knowledge. Pray
who is hep
"He is the friend of whose adventures with
me in India haye frequently written home.
Is this your drawing?"
"Certainly."
SIS it meant for anyone?"
ut is fancy, merely"
"Well, it's most surprising accidental re-
semblance, considering you never saw Ned
and of course you never could, as he is at this
moment on his way home from India, where
he has lived for. ten years since you were a
Oh, child in nursery; By-the;way, see that he
spoken only week out. So we may expect
to sec him very soon..'
day or two later we were at home, and
quickly launched on the stream of gayeties
always flowing through my step.mother's
| house. Fresh from our six months seclusion
| at the farm, we entered with zest upon this
new course of pleasure. Frank Baldwin was
our constant ally. Alice had always been
rather his favorite, as, indeed, she was every.
body's; for beauty is born queen even in the
| nursery. She had changed in his absence
from a sweet child to lovely woman; and he
seemed SO charmed with her now that be.
gan to think this brother by adoption might
become one in reality.
We had been at home week, when one
day on returning from a drive, we learned
that Franks friend Granger had arrived A
good deal fatigued with travelling by sea and
land, he was still in his room, but would ioin
us at dinner. There were to be other guests
and Alice and | went up to Dress l do moi
know that we "primped" more than usual
that day: but / remember feeling quite salts.
fed with my fresh summer toilet; and Alice
looked supremely lovely in pale green or.
CANDY, which would have been fatal to corn.
plexion less daZzlingly fair. "You look like
the queen of the faries," I said, and wondered
terry. -
The blush had not quite faded when we
entered the drawing room, and Frank brought
forward his friend. Mr.. Granger was pre-.
sentented first to me, which gave me an op.
portunity to quietly observe him while he
paid his compliments to my sister. I saw
his eye light with fash of admiration for
her singular beauty; but this expression was
succeeded by one Of perplexity, which did
not pass away for sometime.
As studied the face Of the stranger, was
instantly reminded of Alices drawing Of what
called her dream love-" aud l no longer
wondered at Franks surprise on seeing it, II
was. indeed, an astonishing resemblance You
could have sworn il Has the same face Nn1