Southern standard. (McMinnville, Tenn.) 1879-current, 1885-12-19
A PATEFUL DREAM.
A Vision of the Night and its Sad
Fulflment.

Writing of dreams and the fulfil
ment, correspondent of the st.
Louis Globe-Democrat relates this
actual incident:
Wewere eating breakfast one morn
ing, when our nearest neighbOr, the
miller's wife, came in. She was pale
and excited, and to our great aston
ishment she at once told us that her
husband would be drowned that af-
ternOOn. She said:
"Only last night dreamed that
my husband was drowned in the mill
race, and that man, riding white
horse, had come about dusk and told
me the news. So impressed was l
with the dream, that warned my
husband not togonear the mill today,
and told him my dream, but he
laughed at my fears, and said that we
no longer lived in the dark ages"
We thought at first that she must
be crazy, but at last she so far con-
WINGED the folks that she was not,
that they consented to have me stay
with her during the day, and / ac-
companied her to her home, she NUT
tering all the way:
81 warned him, but he only laughed
mt me. know he will never return
home"
AS evening came on, her anxiety
increased. The approaching dark
ness seemed to her the shadow of
death, and her face grew pale as the
last sun-tinted cloud in the West gave
way to the all-ruling twilight. Al
though put no faith in the woman's
predictions, yet her strange murmur-
ings had had an effect upon me, and
it was with something almost like
disappointment that saw the night
close in, and no messenger appear.
For | was young, then, and fond of
the exciting and marvellous, without
stopping to inquire the cause. And
so it was with Il sudden shock that |
again looked out of the window, more
carefully this time, and saw a white
horse come galloping over the hill at
its utmost speed. The woman saw
my emotion and quickly flew to the
window.
"Down the short hill, over the stone
bridge in the hollow, and up the long
slope to the house, we watched it
come, together, and it would have
been hard to tell which was the most
excited; for although no personal
feeling moved me, yet was in a state
of the utmost uncertainty as to the
outcome, while the woman, although
agitated by the terrible grief, yet had
not doubt what the message would
be. And it was no surprise to either
of us to see the man stop at the gate
and walk slowly up the avenue lead
ing to the house.
"The lady met him at the door.
AS | watched her standing there
in the twilight swaying back
aud forth in her agony, with her
hand on the door knob for support,
felt great throb of pity at my heart,
and at the same time a certain awe
for the two who were playing so great
part in the drama of death.
"The fact that the news had been
expected all day, and had been fore
told in a dream, which ! knew OF
only as belonging to the mysterious
past of King Arthur and Froissart's
Chronicles, placed the characters be-
fore me on an equality with the
magicians of old Granada. Ishrunk
back, feeling that the cold wind which
came through the open door had car
ried me back hundreds of years and
placed me in a different age.
"Even the calm, prosaic farmer,
with his snow-white hair and flowing
beard, seemed like some old seer, as
he passed his hand over his forehead,
and tried to collect his scattered
thoughts. The silence became terri
BILE.
The pale-faced sufferer was growing
impatient.
"Speak ~ she said, 81 can bear il
now as we'll as any other time"
And then the farmer looked up.
"Ah, yes; remember, | remem.
her, now, madam" and his voice
was low and measured. "Madam
your husband wants the calves turned
into the little pasture back Of the
barn"
Then he turned and rode away as
swiftly as he came.
And still there are some people who