The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1883-12-12
INTERESTING SKETCH.
THE STORY OF A DREAM.

Believe in dreams Well, can't say ex.
actly, but have known warnings and pro-
monitions that seemed to me sent by ProYi-
dence through the medium of Dreams And
experience has taught me that should not
SCOT at thst which cannot explain.
At the time my story opens was young
and pretty, and surrounded by Aatterers, l
had grown vain and thoughtless !; I can realize
1t now with all those long years between
that time and the present. Ny name was
Gabrielle Raymond, and 1 lived with my
widowed mother in a neat cottage not fal
from certain seaside village.
We were not wealthy, yet we had the en-
tree of good society, and as was quite a
favorite, had been spoiled, until / no
longer thought of The pain that might in
fiict upon others SO that I was amused
Among my circle of acquaintance there
were two young men, Robert Danforth and
Paul Lamar, by name, who were assiduous
in their attentions. / received them both
with the same degree of kindness, though
in reality had learned to love Robert Dan.
forth.
Paul Lamar was southerner, fery-tem-
pefed, handsome and naughty. I did not
thoroughly trust him, and my heart shrank
instinctively from him and turned to Rob-
ert, whom I had known for years, and
whom my mother cordially approved
was strolling through the grounds which
surrounded our cottage home, one lovely
summer evening when Paul Lamar unex-
pectedly appeared upon the scene, and ere
could attempt TO check his impetuous
speech or repress the storm, he had told me
In Wild burning, passionate words, of his
love for me.
That he had never before cared for any,
one and that if would not consent to be
his wife, he would go to his grave unwed-
died. His words were so vehement, and his
face SO pale and stern, lit only by the fierce,
dark eyes, that I was terror-stricken. But
l managed to stammer some half Ineligible
reply. told him that / could never be his
wife, that did not love him for (unwise
confession) loved another.
He turned upon me like mailman Us
those words left my lips.
Great Heaven !" he painted, gazing into
my face with blazing Dyes 4" do you mean
to tell me, Gabrielle Raymond, that you
have only made a mock of me all these
weeks? That you have led me on, with
your smiles and honeycd words and chances,
only to destroy my hopes in one moment?
Is it possible that any true woman could do
such thing ruin a mans life deliberately,
break his heart and lay waste his future
My God l would not have believed an
angel had it told me this of you ~
/ shrank away from his angry, blazing
eyes, realized that there was truth in his
words, and how vain and thoughtless ] had
been. l was truly sorry, but perhaps my
Iorrow came too late.
could not speak, could not utter word
in my own defense, aud Paul went on, half
insane in his disappointment, which, for
the time. wore the guise of despair
!. know ~ he cried, bitterly, I" you love
Danforth But listen to me, Gabrielle
Raymond, you shall never marry him
will kill him before you shall become his
wife ~
laid one hand upon his arm hoping to
still the tempest Of his anger. ~
Paul Paul !" painted, eagerly, g do
not say such dreadful things. You will re-
greet them bitterly sometime--somstime in
HE future when you win have forgotten me
and will have found some other woman to
be to you true and loving wife p
His face grew stern and determined.
That day will never dawn, Gabrielle n
he returned. " shall never marry. Since
you have refused me, no woman shall ever
be my wife; I swear il MS Ihope for Heav.
en!" Fs
And turning away he left me alone.
was troubled and uneasy. could not for
get his words and the savage, vongeful look
accompanying them:
i will kill him before you shall become
his wife"
Thinking OF this threat all the evening
might possibly account for nay dream; the
dream which came 10 me that night. 1t was
this I thought that / was standing in
lonely place. great, rocky cliff which jut-
ted out into the sea at a point where I had
mover been before; stood there alone
watching the sun set in the west in grea.
cloud banks of purple, and crimson, and
amber. All at once saw tiny boat come
bounding over the water, and within it Rob.
ert Danforth alone, rowing with long, swift
strokes straight toward the shore where
stood awaiting hira. But even as watched
him approach the shore, there came the re-
port of firearms, n wild sbriek, and Robert
Danforth was struggling in the water. /
turned about quickly and saw Paul Lamar,
wrathful and angry, pesring from behind
rock, his savage eyes full of triumph,
smoking pistol, just discharged, in his
hand, while far away on the topmost crest
Of the white waves, the little boat danced
empty.
With wild shrek awoke, and oh, the
relief to find that 1t was only a dream after
all. But determined to tell Robert of my
dream, and warn him that he might be on
his guard. told him that very evening
when he called, as he frequently did, at our
cottage.
He gazed into my face with eager, be-
sseching eyes.
" Gabrielle" he c led; +" do you really
care? Would you be sorry if anything
happened to me if-if were to die ?"
He must have read the truth and my
thoughts for he stopped suddenly and kiss
ed my lips. When he left me that evening
was his betrothed wife, with my mothers
free consent and approval
But thinking of Paul Lamars savage
threats, shuddered, and could only pray
to God to protect my dear one, as left all
the future in His hands.
The next evening wandered down upor
the beach which was not far from my home,
and buried in blissful reyerie, / wandered
on, until found myself in place which I
had never before visited / glanced around
me, and cold shudder crept over my heart
as recognized the very scene of my
dream.