The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-09-14
LuLLIAN's DREAMS.

! was sixteen. Not a very wise OF
reverend age, certainly; not an age at
which one Is liable to BIO looked upon
as an oracle (by the members Of ones
own family in particular)-rather, in.
deed, an age at which one is pretty
we'll used to being snubbed, more es-
pecially when one makes an attempt at
being more than usually brilliant. -
That was the manner in which our
folks treated my flights of genius at
sixteen, anyway, and | had got so phil
osophical that l really never thought
of mindingit.
So when announced at the break
fast-table one morning that | had had a
peculiarly vivid dream, it did not sur
prise OF offend me that nobody seemed
to care or offered TO yield me even a
polite show of civil attention. Such
gentle amenities of life would appear
too precious to be wasted ON "chits of
sixteen" in the bosom of their own fam
flies.
ut wasn't anything wonderful as q
dream" | said; "but it was so clear,
and recollect it so vividly-just like a
little scene or picture. There was
you, Nina dear" q addressed my in
valid and elder sister, whose atrocious
name of Jemima we had softened and
shortened into this pretty diminutive)
There was you, lying on your couch
And on your pillows, and beside you
was papa, who had just come in from
q journey, and who held locket in
his hand. He tried to put it round your
neck, but you pushed it away. Il shall
never live to wear it,, said you, so sad
ly; and then | woke. 1t was dark
Slue enamel locket with a gold"
with a gold anchor on the backr
cried poor Nina, bursting into pas
sion of tears. "The locket l gave to
poor Walter before he went away! Oh,
Lillianv' And then they all over
whelmed me with reproaches; all but
Nina, who presently managed TO say:
Don't blame her. She didn't know of
the locket; none of you knew of it, or
ever saw it, and il is very, very strange
that she should have seen it ina dream,
and see papa restore 1t TO me! Alb,
Lillian, as well look for my dear, dead
lover himself He wore the locket
next his heart, my dear, and know it
lies on his dead bosom now, in the
depths Of the cruel seal"
And then papa opined aloud and
despairingly that / was 20 hopeless
IDIOT" and mother, soothing poor
Nina, and casting reproachfnl looks
at me, hoped ! was satisfied with my
work." and only two sources OF conso-
lation were left open to me--first, that
Nina drew me TO her breast and kissed
my tears away, and, secondly, that at
that very minute the mail arrived, and
distracted our parents attention.
One letter seemed to disturb both
papa and our mother very much, and |
noticed, though Nina did not, that
they cast anxious glances in our direc.
ton while reading it. AT last, after q
long whispered consultation, papa an
nounced that he was suddenly sum-
moned to Liverpool
couldn't keep back loud cry Of
surprise. | was only sixteen, and &C.
cordlng to my own father hopeless
idiot, and what did | know about dis
cretionP "There was Journey for
papa in my dream!" | cried. "And he
brought the locket back. How do we
know but he will bring back news
-"
I said no more. Papa arose, with
something terribly like an oath upon
his lips, and mother, selling me by the
shoulders, hustled me out Of the room
She acknowledged to me afterwards,
however, that the letter had brought
later news from the scene OF the wreck
The cruel shipwrecK in which Mima's
life had gone down with her lover.
Three weeks ago the dreadful disaster
had happened, and my sister had been
very near to death since then, and
could not, even yet, be said to b. out
OF all danger.
Our home was very lonely country
house, standing on the side of hill.
surrounded by thick woods, and fully
five miles distant from the village. An
old-fashioned, rambling place, built for
some eccentric rich mans within OF SOL
itude, and having beethoven, with q
huge rusty bell In it, by means Of
which we could have summoned help
chad the need arisen) from miles away.
30, at least. papa said. To me--look-
ing up at the red-brown old bell, hang
Ing voiceless and motionlcss in its
open-sided house-it seemed difficult
70 believe that the thing had tongue
~ all or that It's clamor could arouse
tne countryside, at q minutes notice.
after having hung there, rusting silent.
ly. for 80 many years.
Our family was not a large one
There were my father and mother Ia.
NINA and myself, and three woman
servants, within doors, and the garden
or and his son Ga cross old man and n
surly young one) working outside the
house, and sleeping over tho stable. -
Being newly come TO the place, and
not knowing the neighbors--if, indeed,
you could call people neighbors who
live three or four miles away--we found
our summer residence lonely enough.
IL had been mothers intention TO make
II pleasant and lively by entertaining o
iot OF old city friends, but the wreck OF
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