New Ulm weekly review., 1878-10-09

8 n1e % ~ Cne aepeCI VI piopueCy. II WAS easy
to laugh, and talk of conincidences, but such
talk, explains nothing. Dreams are but
foams, . says the German proverb. Is it al
ways true? Are there not, may there not be
mysterious intelligences which, when our
grosser SENSES are locked in slumber, have
their hour of communion with human souls,
and breathe into our consciousness the loftier
knowledge, Of theirs?
1t was fine morning in June, nearly year
from the period when this veracious history
commences. In the cheerful breakfastroom
OF my sister, Mrs. Edward Granger, still ling
cred party of three, the young mistress of
the house, her husband, and myself. had
arrived the previous evening, and having
been separated from Alise during the six
weeks which had elapsed since her marriage,
we had, OF course, many things to talk over,
So, though the morning was wearing away,
we still sat there, Mr.. Granger considerably
leaving us to ourselves while he read his pa
per by the window. / had forgotten his pres
ence, till sudden exclamation from him
drew my attention to his part Of the room
l had come to Alices from grandmama's,
where had been making a visit, and had
brought with me among nay luggage the port
folios of sketches and drawings which she had
lefS behind last year They were lying on the
table, and Edward, having finished his paper,
and getting no attention from us, amused him
self by examining them. When we turned
round, he was holding in his hand the spirited
sketch of his own features which I so well re-
membered.
"Why, Alice" he said, "where did you get
this ?"
81 made it, of course.''
"But never sat to YOU"
"No; I drew from, memory"
'How came it among these things that
Chariot brought from your grandmother's?
81 left it there last summer"
"What little story teller! At that time
you had never seen me.
No, nor any picture of you; yet had
drawn you, as you see.n
"What does she m=an, Lettie ?'' said Edward.
"The original Of this must have been myself
or my double''
Precisely. It was your double. Alice
knows that as well as l do"
"WiU you ladies please explain" said my
brother -in-law, throwing himself back in
whimsical perplexity.
Alice laughed. ''You will not believe me if
tell you" she said, seating herself upon his
knee.
.'Well, love, tell me for all that
Alice began the story gaylY, but, as it pro-
| ceeded, her sportive tone became serious, and
her large violet eyes deepened with an ex-
preston of earnestness and wonder. When
| she ceased, it was with cheek somewhat
| flushed, and sensitive quiver of the lips
which she could not quite control. Her
husband had listened at frst with smilin, in
terest; but this soon gave way to an ominous
look of exaggerated gravity: and when the
story was finished, he burst into peal of un.
tears came into his eyes; and when we thought
he had done, he suddenly started off again
and laughed till he was tired Alice and
Joined in the mirth, but my sister not very
heartily.
MY dear little girl'' cried Edward, as soon
as he could speak, edo YOU hope to persuade
me that you really dreamed ali that about the
green lady," 4
.But it is true, Edward" .t
"And you dare aver I that you were asleep.
.am cor fdent you peeped." )" .5s .,s
You lmpertinent boy! Small advantage ir
peeplng, wien you were not there"
"Doyou presume to say you did not know
I eoas there?''
What do you mean, Edward?"
II mean that my recollection of that kiss
is as vivid as your own, only do not pretend
to have been asleep" t p
"My dear Edward, at that time you were on
| the Atlan'i ic, weeks sail and more from
home Itwas ten days after the eve of st
John that you reached our house, and you hat
only arrived the day before"
"My dear child who told you that had ius
arrived from India?'
course"
NEVERTHELESS, on, that night of The 2Sd o.
June was near enough to get my first kiss
from your lips. It was a mercy Lottie did no
catch me, though. I had just time to gain
( shelter of the thorn-trees before she came
round the point"
"Now, Edward" cried I, in amazement
explain your part in this mystery"
There is little mystery about my part
etis true that when Frank Baldwin left Cal.
Iutta was intending to come home IN the
sailing vessel Mogul, which belongs to our
firm. But as found it would be necessary
for me to go to France, anyway, took the
steamer route by the Isthmus Of .Suez, and
was in Marseilles before the Mogul had pass.
France several weeks. crossed over to En-
gland, and took the steamer from Liverpool
to Quebec, arriving on the Doth of June 1t
happened that one of our clerks in Calcutta,
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