The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-04-14
A pRRAMER's DREAM.
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We wandered out beneath the summer snnlit sky, my friend rum far across the sea and i-,n,o the busy thcroughfafes and through the shady hywayS caring. seeing naaght of all the thrcng around. but living over the past. we talked oi things that were. and things that nigh, have been. gathering up the pleasan, days as "reapers in the happy hares, time bind up the sheavcs,s all the joyous hours of our pas; lives shone out as stars upon the sky when all the clouds atr gone.@ Onward we went, till suddenly paused. and with mysterious air, said |:
 There, see. lis the haunted house, ,ha, one amid the ancient oaks the brown S@iss cottage ,umhling m ruins"
 He answered not. my friend, and look ing up into his eyes. l saw a shade of sadness hrooding there "a far-off. thoughtful look. as If he heard not So sad aeaia
 II Is the haunted house"
 "l know heard" he suddenly broke sn. then added, ss II loath la speak. "A sad. sad history
 oh. tell me" cried. Il have so longed ,o hear Il all and off have dreamed and ~aa.iered wha, |, all could mean, and II |, were really so.
 Come home he answered, soi,ly. oa, of ,h,s glating day. and l will turn for you dark page ot my early years
 Se passing on into the shadow oi my home and GU, into the v,ne-clad porch. we stayed our steps. He rested tot a whiic. then told me tho story O, hic ,ha, rose Tn glorious day, and then ven, down m darkness like storm. oIn bark ai sea.
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