Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1878-08-29
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drawing Mhteflais, anu again IVES "
10 rouse herself and so home.
Eyes, we will 60" she SAID "bu;
have been dreaming so long. can scarce
" find the boundary line between my
dreams and reality"
.Whst were you dreaming of?'
Oh. SO many things! must have been
sleeping long time, for the last can
remember the sun was setting. and |
thought you would soon be here. was
awake then, am sure of IL. All at once
there came from far up the glen faint
sweet strain OF music. Then | distin-
guished voices singing, and presently |
was surrounded by crowd of people
thronging all about me. Their garments
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
ell in green. and could scarcely distin-
guieh her from the trees. She spoke to
me with a charming smile, aud then lit
ing her white hand. waved it slowly
through the air. looked and papa stood
beside me. j could not move or speak.
but his dear eyes looked into mine tor
moment; then the figure slowly faded
As gazed, other figures came by, bright
ening and fading before my eyes. saw
yourself and Frank, mamma just rs she
used TO look. and many more, all familiar
faces, all persons who have had some part
or influence in my life. Last OF ali came
one did not know. turned to ask the
lady who he was. She made no answer,
but smiled and held up ring. thought
j knew him for my future husband, and
turned TO look at him again. As | did so,
l 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 Char
lotte," she added catching the express
sion of my eyes.
Indeed. love, shouldn't think of such
a thing. am too deeply impressed by
your doubtless prophetic vision.'
NOW, Lottie!'
well, dear, why notp Remember this
is the eve OF st. John and your brthnigkt.
Every one knows that children born on
midsummer eve are the especial favorltes
OF the fairy folk, and subject to their intlu-
ence on that night. 1t is plain enough
that the lady in green was your fairy god
mother, and your vision must be prophet
ic."
Alice laughed, but in shy absent way.
and her pretty blush was visible even in
the starlight. In answer TO my railleries,
she admitted that before falling asleep
she had been indulging in fancies about
Jays and the like, naturally suggested
by the place and time; but as tor the
young man, she stoutly declared that she
had never seen, or imagined, or prev
iously even dreamed Of, any one III 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. sup
posed she was finishing the thorn tree
sketch; but happening to look over her
shoulder when she had been at work Tor
an hour, saw II was a portrait on which
she WAS engaged. Ii was the likeness
OF young map, apparently twenty-eight
or thirty years OF age.
who is ii, Alice dear?''
Alice laughed, but blushed little. at
Is the face l saw in my dream last night, :"
said She
"Is it possible Pr
cit is The best likeness have ever made.
That is, in every ineament, the face
that was bending toward me when your
voice broke the spell of my dream"
well, my love, you have wonderfully
vivid dreams. We must take care that
You do not sleep under the starlight too
often"
Frank Baldwin arrived that afternoon.
and we fastened our preparations for de-
parture. He kindly offered to assist us,
and stood round. man fashion, in the way,
putting things in the wrong trunks, aud
limited in trunk room, and Alice declared
it quite impossible to get In her volumio-
inous sketching-books. They were ac-
cordingly laid aside 10 be left till they
could be- sent tor, or until we should make
our regular tip next year. Frank,
roaming restlessly about, tired of our in-
attention, spied the books, and began to
look them over. He was silent for some
time; but at length he look round with
an exclamation oI surprise.
Edward Changers portrait! Alice,
where did you ever see Ned Granger?"
81 never saw him 10 my knowledge.
Pray who is he ?"
''He Is the friend of whose adventures
with me in India have frequently written
home. Is this your drawing? ?"
Certainly"
"ls 1t meant for any one ?"
1T is fancy merely"
"Well. its most surprising acciden-
tai resemblance. considering you never
saw Ned; and OF course you never could,
AS he Is at this moment ON his way home
from India, where be has lived Tor ten
years since you were child in the
nursery. By-the-way, | see that the
Mogul in which Edward sailed, has been
spoken only a week out. So we may ex-
poet ID see him very soon.'
concluded Tomorrow