Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1886-06-20
A LAKE SIDE MUsINe.
The Mystic Story of a Maiden's Dream
and the Horrible Fate Which the Dream
Foretold.
CHICAGO NepS.

The Mystic Story OF a Dream
and the Horrible Fate Which the Dream
Foretold.
Chicago Eers.
Natalie, my darling, Arthur is here"
The girl. q tall, hssoms creature, with
great violet eyes, in whose dusky depths
many q man had sought to read his fate,
rose quickly from the ~fsutsuil On which she
had been lying when her mother spoke, and
paused Tor q moment ere she entered the
apartment where Arthur Ainsleigh was
pacing ~nervously TO and fro. .
A pretty room 1t was, warm and rieh IN
all its c~olorings, aud IS q great shaft of sun.
shine stresmed throughthe oriel window lts
golden brilliaucy was so sottened aud mel
lowed BY the tinted glass that it fell IN sub.
dued radiance on statue aud vase, on paint
ing and drspery, seeming a. last to lose
i.self in gentle blending with the bright
hues of an oriental rug which lay IN front
of the fireplace.
To the westward, where in summer
stretched away in vernsl beauty the lawn
that was such en- attractive feature OF C7
clone range, there wss little TO be seen
save q great expsnse Of snoS, across which
a peasant woman, with o bundle OF tagots,
gathered in the n~eighboring oOpss, on her
back, YEARLY trudged. A broken sswbuck
that stood out gsunt aud haFgard against
an Implying sky was the only airing chord
in an otherwise perfect symphony.
Presently there came TO Arthur Aims
leiph'sof ear the soft frou-frou Of a moman's
dress, and an instant later Natalie Never.
sink, tall aud stately as a lilly, and IN Gil
the Virgin beauty Of her budding woman
hood, stood beside the only nan in al the
vide, wide world that she had ever loved,
and With q tenner grace that wSs beyond
compare gave 20 him with the wlne-red
lips that o'erhuug her dropping, sensitive
mouth, a rapturous, cliuging, do,not move
or-you.will break.your.halter kiss that came
like n revelation to this man, who had spent
nearly all his life in Boston.
And the girl, placing her soft, white arm
csressiugly about Arthur's NECK, looked up
10 him with pleading eyes in which the
mis,s of sorrow were fnst gathering, and
eva he could speak thsr glis'ened on her
damssk cheek a tear the salt and silent
emblem of q CHASTITY horror that was haunt
ING her life, and that had covered the erst.
while rose-tinted horizon Of her girlhood
with the black pail OF an overwhelming
sorrow.
II had such a terrible dream last night,
darling" she said, seeing 10 bis eyes the
the thoughts that his lips had not uttered;
"sycb a weird erie dream that ever since
it came 10 me | have thought OF nothing
else"
What il it2' he asks drawing her more
closely TO him and fondling 10 lover fashion
the e~oronal of fluffy hair that nes,le5 30
c~on6dingly against the upper left'hsnd
pocket Of his vest.
81 dreamed" the girl continued. that
whilo | was sitting here in the paFior one
bitter cold day in the winter, when the
wind was moaning over moor and through
void a. If to chant a mono1y tor the souls
If those whose lives lis fierce embraces had
iaken away, there cane 70 me q Cupid, lat
and ROSY as | had 80 often seen him de-
picted, bat wearing about him q curious
1srmest IL was a linen Guster, and, sirsn-
5es. of all. it was trimmed with fur, while
in his hand the little god held Jauntlly q
.ilk hat. He spoke no word to me, ana
/ when I asked hin why &c was go queeriJ
dressed | awoke. Was Il not strange, AT
thur -.
"Yss," the mas replied. and the vision
! bodes you no good. IL is ancient oelei
that when 3 nsid sees Cupid in her dreams
40 will in some measure assume the cut
ward appearance of the maa whom sne
( w;G wed. Dost believe this, NstslleE
A couvulsive shuidsr and a closer clasp
ing of his hand WA her only answer :,
"Nsthinks / can inte:epre; the vlsion'
he continued.
"Do so" was the reply O,
"You say that Cupid wore q dusserF
yes"
- linen dusterY
Yes
Trimmed with iur2'
Yes"
No shoes on his fes;?'
None"
And he had a stovep'ps hatY'
Yes" a..
ut needs 10 sibyl," said Arthur, t
read this riddle. The answer Is plain.
What is itY' she asks. 3:
Bending .sudsrly over her, he says II
zones thai Crs husky with horror;
"You will marry On ac'or.
An Anxious Hour.
ii ISarpsTS Bd-dT.
He had Easn out for q days fishing az
a. he proudly displayed the contents Oh Ill
basket TO his wife, she eKGsimed:
! sOho. John, aren't they beaa~ssl bC
! I've besu so anxious ior the past hou
desrP' ,1n,
". why, what could hove happened
ms?' =,
oh didn't worry about you. love; Oh
II Grew 80 late l was AFRAID that before u,
cot back to town all the 6sh markets YOU
be closed"
The Upright Servant
RdBsblSr.
Mrs. Montagus-Why, Mary Ann; wS'
' IA your reason for leaving rs so SUDDEN