Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-11-28
LOVE In DREAMLAND.

Y was an exceeding WEAKNESS in the tom
, of his voice and bearing.
The great physician who sat opposlt.
: to him, nodded gravely.
aye continued the young man, il
the same dreamy manner as before, So
! just recollect something about 1t. I was
picked up in the gutter by policeman
last night. My front teeth, I find, hao
been kicked down my throat, or out Of
it-at all events they were gone; but
managed to make myself Ineligible,
and hiccoughed out that lived here It
was lie-I always tell hes at these
times-but I was afraid to go home
Homei I have no home-but at my
brothers house. Why was afraid? l
was afraid because had robbed him. I
had stolen his wite's miniature and the
coral necklace of his child to buy drink.
have spent the money for which I
pawned them and here am again"
He spoke without the smallest emotion
and tken fixed his eyes doggedly on the
ground. He had naturally something of
the students stoop. and now he bent so
low that he looked the very picture of
abject misery. The physician whom he
addressed gazed at him meanwhile with
intense compassion. Walter Clifford
and Cecil Graham had been schoolfel-
lows together at Herrow, and fast friends
at Oxford. Graham, (the doctor, after
passing his examinations creditably,
though without distinction, had taken a
degree as a phycian, and being man of
much sound sense and observation, rather
than an abstract scholar, had rapidly ris-
en- to the first rank in his profession.
Clifford, who had gone through his acad-
emic career much more brilliantly, and
had taken high honors, was poor, de-
graded vagabond, begging letter writer,
q creature whom it was not safe to re-
ceive into ones house lest he should steal
something. Yet in spite of all there was
a sameless dignity about the castaway,
and it was hard to believe that one who
in his calmer hours spoke and thought
So molly should be so vile. The night
before the conversation just recorded he
bad been brought senseless to DR.. Ora
hams house, shameless bundle of dirt
and rags, but the doctor, being IN
married and free to follow his instincts
as a good Samaritan, had recognized
him at once, housed, fed and clothed him
anew. The same thing had happened at
least twenty times before, and Graham
was wondering how and when such visits
would end.
"Come, cheer up, old fellow!' he said
kindly. GIVE got an idea. Go down
and live with my aunt in Cornwall. She
is worthy soul and makes capital tea.
You used to like tea, remember. You
will do as you like, eat excellent apple
buildings, and help her to manage her
bees and her cucumbers Whenever you
feel inclined. have got little estate
down there, too, you know, which in
herited from my dear mother. Be my
agent till something better turns up. I
can't afford to give you more than hun
dred a year, but you will, of course, live
at free quarters, ahd there is really some
vary good fishing. Promise me only
not to tipple, and-Come, is it bargain?'
The doctor stretched out his hand and
looked brightly On the human ruin be.
fore him. He tried to seem as though
he were asking favor, instead of con-
ferring one.
Clifford moved uneasily in his chair
but made no motion to take the doctors
profered hand. Presently, however he
turned his head away, and began speak
ing IN vague, musing manner, as though
he was talking to himself
You all fancy it is drink which is
the root and organ of mischief in my
case" he muttered. Gas a matter of
fact, it is only graft upon what is a
deadlier, because a far more subtle and
invisible malady. Since childhood
have been given to habit of dreaming
of completely withdrawing myself
from my surroundings, and retiring into
world of my own creation-What Cole
ridge required opium to effect, could do
without eXtraneous aid, for tirae, but
soon found out that stimulants would
rouse my jaded imagination when it
tagged. First tea and coffee were enough;
then, as these lost their effect from con-
slant use, resorted to wine, and as wine
was slow in its effect, to spirits. The
doctor, who was not devoid Of humor,
here laid his hand On Clifford's arm, and
said, demurely: "My aunt has an old
pony who has habit of shying at I'M
considered trifes. He is also wrong
headed pony, and she will not bear of his
being whipped. Whenever these fits come
on you, take her out for drive, and your
attention will be fully occupied. For
the rest cold water shower baths, fresh
fruit, indexing books-anything that will
keep your mind occupied; and-well, if
that won do, birch your body we'll with
singing nettles.' It is very ancient
remedy, and should think might an
swer mental diversion in your case.
At all events, forswear the bottle"
"The bottle!'' answered Clifford, sad
ly. ''How shall convince you that I do
not care for it9 Up to yesterday even I
had fought for some time pretty Success
July against the dream demon, as you
will call it, and had only drank moder-
ately Divine at my brothers. table. It
was the afternoon, that time toward four
o'clock when our vitality is said to be at
the lowest-mlne certainly is. I thought
a glass of ahsinthe would relieve me,
but then it occurred to me that the alb
sinthe would not give me the slightest
pleasure or solace if could not dream
over it. If 1 had to think on the past
and present after drinking it, it would
only intensity my feelings and make, them
| the more terrible. So | did not drink,