Daily Los Angeles herald., 1883-06-28
A Dreamer's Dream.
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We wandered ont beneath tht
GUNNER sunlit sky, my friend
kom far across the sea and Il
into the busy thoroughfares, and
through the shady byways, caring,
seeing, naugnt OF all the thi0ne
around. but living over the past
wa talked Of things that were, and
things that might have been,
gathering up the pleasant days
'sreaI ers ia the happy harves
time hind up the sheaves. !" all the
Joyous hours Of our past live.
shone up as stars upon the SIX,
when aIl the clouds are gone.
! Onward we went, till suddenly ]
paused. and with mysterious air,
1 said:
I "There. see, It's the haunted
house, that Que amid the anciel,t
oaks the brown Swiss cottag'
tumblipg into ruins.
/ He answered not my friend and
looking up into his eyes, / saw !
shade Of sadness brooding there
y IA far-off, thoughtful Look as il
be heard not. SO said again:
s.Itis the haunted house
II know-I heard, !" he sud
denly broke ia. then added, as il
loath to speak, "a sad, sad his
tory
sOh, tell mel' / cried, II
have SO longed to hear it all, and
/ Oft have dreamed and wondered
| what it all could mean, and if.ii
] were really so.
Come home." be answered
softly, "out OF this glaring day,
and. I will turn for you a dark
page in my early years /"
So passing on into the shadow
Of my home aud out into ths vine.
clad porch, we staid our steps
He rested for while, then told
me the story OF q life that rose in
glorious day, anthem went down
in darkness like storm torn bark
at sen.
"That was a happy home in
years gous by be said. II knew
them well-father, mother and
and their only child. EuIaiia;
oh! beautiful she was, as that fair
flower ihe dark Egyptians make
the symbol of their worship; fair
Z and pure, as graceful as the
dropping tendrils Of the vine, yet
some what cold to all the outer
world. but, all to me SO dear. |
Her parents, in their fond hearts, |
idolized, while I thought Of her
always as being half div ne
We were only distantly related,
but seemed more near by reason
Of Q 1mpanioDship; had grown to-
gether, and walked side by side |
and hand in hand the rosy paths
Of childhnod. as brother and sis-
ter lovingly might do. Her
worshipers were many. but there |
was one OF all The throng,
restless. wild, adventurous spirit, |
. glori .us type Of manly beauty,
one to be looked on with admi,ing |
eyes, but never loved, one Of
those men who cole, as comets
come and GO. We know not how
or where, hsshing out their lives
il orbit. far apart from ours; he
love e ilali /, bat she loathe | him
IS you would serpent, and tried
in vain to overcome the bitter
feeling which she could not co n
prshend; she said to me one sum-
mer morn: "If / was given to
superstition. I wonll say he is
the demon of my life, and bodies
me i'll; | II emble at the very sound
Of his approaching steps. and all
the blood runs freezing through
my veins" !" I, gently chiding, |
laughed her foolish fears away,
imprinted on her brow a brothers
kiss, and went upon my way for
any week Ks. Al last / came
Jain. and passed into the dear
miIiar room, but heard no music
|ere (for she was won't to sing
ie live long day happy strains Of
nshing music from her joyous
eart), and waited with sad
5reboding Of some heavy sorrow
she came, so still and cold and
hostlike, gliding ia that forgot
b give her greeting till she clasped
my hand, and scarcely could re-
press the quivering sigh and
startled words that rose up to my
lips" +"
"Oh, brother, l have been so
i'll. SO very ill.," she then mur-
INJURED; then her voice choked up, |
and tho tears flowed down her
cheeks as swollen torrents from
the steep mountain side, her
slight frame trembling as a reed
before the wind. "What Is it
child?' ! said, for ! was wont
oftime+. in a loving mood. to call |
her child. She answered not at
first, then laid within my palm a
paper, blurred, and all writ over
saying, ''Read! You know
told you once Of my antipathy 10
one who loved me. On the morn
you left me here he came aud
pressed his suit again, and the
more answered nay the fercer
he grew, though refused as
gently as might, and toward the
last he grew SO dark with rage
felt that he would have murdered
me had not my father entered
then, and he fed fast away with