Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1885-09-10
A MORTAL
How a Newspaper Reporter Became Ac-
quainted with His Futur. Wife.

Nv bosom's lord sits lightly on his throne,
And. an this day, an unaccustomed spirit
Iifts me above the world with cheerful
Shakespeare.
Edward Manchester and | were boys
brooks. occupied the same desks at
school. and climbed the old New En-
Gland hills Il company. The current
of our youthful lives ran in the same
channel. until, when standing at the
portals of early manhood, our paths
widely diverged.
Following the guidance of bis am
bition he became a printers apprcn-
tice, drlfted into editorial work, and
finally crossed the continent. 1t was
then that | lost all trace of HIM. l en-
tered college, in due time completed
the prescribed course of study, and
after graduation became attached to
the United States "a survey. SO it
happened that after fifteen years sep
aration we met again at Los Angeles,
Cal, whittier | had been ordered on
duty. OF. course VI boyhood's friend
ship was renewed. He was now the
editor and publisher of 4 prosperous
lDlIUiL anu Alib NttlilC iilAt anu ntdliN
GOOD fellow OF my early association. To
his hospitable homo | was invited and
it was the happiest, cheeriest fireside at
which | was ever privileged to sit.
His wife, who was at least ten wears
his idnior, was 4 woman of rare men
tai qualifications, and her assistance to
him in his profession, and likeness of
spirit, had brought the pair into per-
feet harmony which it was most pleas
ing to observe.
Sitting in his library one evening,
lust at the beginning OF the rainy sea-
son, when the cheerful wood-fire in the
open CRATE is an actual necessity, our
conversation turned upon the subject
of dreams. | doubted whether they
were in any degree prophetic, and.
maintained with ardor the opinion that
dreams were simply due to a disorder
ed nervous system, citing many learn
cd psychologists in support of my the
DRY.
You may not believe me-" said my
friend, "but, nevertheless, | know that
dreams are sometimes forecasts Of
things to occur. / say | know this to
be true because the most important
event OF my life was brought TO pass
through the influence of 4 dream. it
is perhaps true that coarse natures do
not entertain angels unawarcs' when
sleep hOveIs over them and |epchains
their senses but there arc fine or
CARNATIONS possessed OF a sixth sense
and that extraordinary attribute is
only awakened when all the others are
IN rcposc.
That is q novel ca" | replied,
"and / do uot care TO accept it as true
withou, dcInite and convincing proof.
However, what was your dream? After
l have heard it related and am inform
ed what came of it perhaps | may be-
come n convert to yoar new philos-
ophy."
''Kuocking the ashes from his cigar
and settling himself comfortably in his
easy chair, my friend proceeded to re-
late the following extraordinary Incl
dent;
''Some years ago l was employed on
the reportorial staff of 4 Chicago news
paper, It was uphill work, and my
salary vas not muniicent. In fact,
there were frequently times when the
ends utterly and positively refused to
meet. One night | repaired to my
siXth-story room a good deal out of
humor with myself and the world.
Like most other newspaper men had
grown cynical, so plainly were the
shams and deceits of humanity held up
TO my view in the course OF my daily
tasks. 1t wasin November, and 4 chill
wind blew in from tie lake. toward
which my room faced, | stirred the
fire and sat down to commune with
myself. The blaze dispersed a radiant
heat; q sense of warmth and comfort
stole over my heart and brain; and
after a little | fell fast asleep. / say
JaSt asleep, and yet l hardly believe
that was my actual condition, for in
all my slumber it seemed to me that /
was possessed of every faculty.
Il was transported to Arabia. The
sun was sinking behind q typical East
ern city, and its fading glories lighted
up the domes and minarets of many an
imposing mosque. | was in trouble as
TO the course l should pursue. The
people We're all strange and %forbiddlng
in appearance, and uttered not a word
as they strobe on, with stats in their
hands, toward the city, while in the
opposite direction to that in which my
course seemed to lie reposed the APP
parent unending, drifted sands Of the
desert. From the city n perfume as of
sweet spices was waited, while from
the desert q hot and whitening blast
assaulted me with its %scorching breath.
suddenly q stood beside
me. Icould not tell from what quar-
ter she had approached. She was clad
in the garb Of an Arabian maiden, her
face artfully concealed beneath a tur-
ban, from which depended a heavy
veil. She spoke to me- have never
heard but n other voice so sweet and
musical-and addressed me in my ma
tive tongue.
whittier dost thou 60, mortal?'
she inquired.
q" In truth / do not know was my
response. Duty seems to demand
that / should cross the desert waste be-
fore me, but my way is not plain,
neither do l believe | shall survive the
trials and fatigue Of the journey. In
III AA- o.