The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1884-02-14
Snihdes Dreamed A Dream.
And Relates 1t.

Thinkers are commonly dreamers; l
have been thinking these twice twenty
and ten years, and in that time | have
dreamed. But not as Smith, who in
his wakeful hours was Smith, but when
sunk in the oblivion of sleep took upon
himself the character OF Jones, and
lived a separate and different life.
Smith by day, Jones at night. This
was not mere transient occurrence,
but an every night affair. Smith was
the reality-Jones the ideal. In due
course OF time Smith married and ac-
cumulated family of young Smiths.
Jones likewise married and the little
Jones' were as thick and numerous as
peas in a pod, around his table. Every
day Smith lived and transacted his
business, but as tired natures sweet
restorer took him into its embrace, he
became Jones. Strange isn't it? But
no less strange than true-that is q
newspaper truism. Smith was man
of large tastes, he liked big things, so
ofcourse his wife was large, ,queenly, land
moreover graceful, and her voice was
as that of harp of thousand strings,
he liked big dinners. Jones on the con-
trary liked things small, his wife was
small and
''Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle and low; an excellent thing in
woman"
Smith never met Jones, nor Jones
Smith, consequently there were no fall
ings out. Both lived happily. l
could tell you much of either OF them,
but I want rather to relate my own ex-
perience, and one Of which happened
in Columbia, and during the time
which tried mems souls-the war.
Columbia was gay at this particular
time, though ''grim visaged war" ragged
around. The occasion was ball the
room was large. the ladies radiant.
beautiful, and arrayed like princesses.
Immense chandeliers hung pendant,
and emitted q light more bright than
Edison's electric light. The scene was
fairy like, and Snitfles.as he entered
soon became the centre of attraction.
Four lovely women surrounded him ;
each one endcavored to take him to
herself; l was never before so honored.
I don't know how it came about but
one of these ladies got me separated
from the others, and We Strolled out
to 2 piazza which extended the length
of the house. How we promenaded,
and talked; she seemed to hang upon
my words. Of course l talked my
prettiest; steps ran from the piazza to
the street, we sidled down those steps,
it was like the first steps in geogra-
ply, or any other first step. All
first things are hard, and as this
lovely female hung to me, found il
difficult to walk. We were in the
street. We strolled-the moon was at
its full, and l was full, full of exstatic
Joy and happiness, lovely woman on
my arm. We walked-then We noticed
a fine large dwelling, with marble steps.
steps On each side of the house, with
a portico between. A flood Of light
gushed from windows and doors.
gushed. We ascended the stairs, the
marble stairs, then I dreamed II dwelt
in marble halls" and hearing a voice,
which
Spake as with the voice
Ofspheral harmony which greets the
soul,
I looked in, two figures stood revealed
one in a chair, the other on stool
Their forms were Of the 'sform di.
vine," that is they were women. The
one on the stool was discoursing tc
the other on the chair in bird language
or song, at first the tones were as deli
cate, fine and sweet as of canary
then were changed into the voice OF {
mocking-bird. 1t was delicious,
could not understand it however, ex
cept by my knowledge of pantomime
which showed that the two were sis
ters, that they had just met after ;
separation of three years, and that the
returned one was giving her sister al
account ofherwanderings. What
'Joy the lost one is restored!
Sunshine comes to hearth and board
The scene shifted, l was again on the
street, the sisters melted into phan
| tasm, the form hanging to my arm
also ran into nothing, and I clutchins
a pillow woke to find it all dream.