Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1884-04-02
i DREAM.

l am a little skeptIc about dreams,
spirits, warnings and everything else of
that description. L put no faith i'll
haunted houses, spirit rapplngs and the
like; but heard story last year which,
althoughjit had not shaken my opinion,
still to me it remains a mystery wholly
ineXplicable.
had been i'll all winter, expenses
had been heavy, and when vacation
came Niagara, Newport and even
Coney Island were sealed books for me.
Where should L go?" was the question
had ask myself dozen times a day
without any satisfactory answer.
Walking down Wall street one morn
ing with the inevitable question run
ming through my mind, L was nearly
staggered by blow from a familiar
hand. ''Halloo, old fellow, in the
clouds ~
'sWhy. Scott, you here?" l answered;
Il thought you were baskiHg in the
smiles of your fair Dulcinea."
mo: she has gone West this summer.
Saratoga, in consequence, becomes d
bowling wilderness. So here | AIN en-
route for Nova Scotia to visited the old
Here was an answer to my question,
and | at once availed myself of it. /
rather surprised Scott by the warmth
with which l accepted his invitation
and by my assertion that / could be
ready in two hours.
''Very well, old fellow; hope you
won't find it duh. l have no pretty
sisters, you know"
Two days afterwards We landed at
Yarmouth, and Twelve hours ride III
all Old-fashionLI stage coach completed
our journey.
Port St. Cyr is long, narrow village,
struggling up hillside. At the foot
of the hill is a poSt-Office and variety
store, and at the summit IS the meeting
house.
L was warmly welcomed by Scott's
parents and for week or so lived in
kind of idylic dream, fishing, rowing
and smoking.
In one of are fishing expeditions
scott and l had rowed considerably
farther than we intended, and tine fog
closing in suddenly, as 1t does in those
regions. made our hOmeward row rather
dangerous. Still, We attempted it, and
after two hours hard work found our
selves no nearer our destination than
before.
"What shall wedo now?" inquired
Make night of it?"
"No necessity of that; but | really
don't like to try the inlet in the fog, SO
I'll take you around to Arne'S Point.
1t may amuse you."
IL
extended far out into the bay. Near
the extremity is a round tower used for
lighthouse The land about the light
house is bare and rocky, and nine
miles of woodland lies between the
point and the nearest village.
What wild dreary place." l ex-
claimed, as we moored our boat and
sprang up the steep sides.
"Wild enough" replied Scott, ''but
inhabited by an old couple as hospitable
as Baucis and Philemon"
4 few moments later we were safely
housed in the old lighthouse, enjoying
plentiful repast, spread for our bene-
lit.
''Are you alone, Aunt Patty, nova
days, when Uncle Eben goes to
Baring?" asked Scott after Aunt Patty
had informed him that her husband
was absent.
Sometimes, child, but now Minnie
Drew is with me most of the time"
Little Minnie Drewl Isn't it too
dull for her?"
''She is so lively and gay" replied
Scott.
''She was, you mean. Poor child;
she is not quite herself since she lost
Ben"
ben hartley Why, what has be-
come of hlmf''
at is sad story, Master Harry.
You have been away so long that you
know nothing about your old play
mates"
''That is so, Aunt Patty. No one
writes me from home except mother,
and her letters are full of advice TO
her unruly son.
"Well, Minnie will tell you herself,
no doubt. 1t does her good to talk
about her trOuble.'
She quit the room, and a few mo-
ments after tall, graceful young girl
entered.
While she and Scott were eXchang-
ing greetings, had time to observe her
delicate features, rich brown hair, large
gray eyes, which must have been beau
tiful when Lit up with joy and felicity,
but now seemed heavy with unshed
tears.
Later in the evening our conversation
turned on dreams, and declared my
hrm unbelief in any warnings connected
Il with them.
You do not believe in warnings,
SIR" asked Aunt Patty. '.Ah if you
had seen dreams come true, as have. u
Il believe in warnings" said Minnie,
IN musing tone. "Ah, poor Benl''
DO you know, sir,' she resumed,
turning to me, 81 once dreamt of the
death of dear friend, and it was true;
alas! too true?''
She buried her face in her hands.
we all maintained sympathizing
silence. Finely she lifted her head
ana, turning toward Scott, she said:
Uni Mr. Scott Won knew Ren. knew