The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1886-01-07
A FATEFUL DREAM.
A Vision of the Night and its Sad Full
fIment.

flment.
Writing of dreams and the full
filment, a correspondent of the St.
Louis Globe-DemOcrat relates this
actual incident.
We were eating breakfast one
morning when our nearest neigh
Dor, the miller's wife, came in. She
was pale and excited, and to our
great astonishment she ut once
told us that her husband would
be drowned that afternoon. She
said:
Only last night I dreamed that
my bus band was drowned in the
mill race, and that man, riding a
white horse, had come about dusk
and told me the news SO impress
ed was / with the dream, that l
warned my husband not to go near
the mill to day, and l told him my
dream, but he only laughed at my
fears, and said that we no longer
lived in the dark ages"
We thought at fist that she
must be crazy, but at last she so
far convinced~ the folks that she
was not, that they consented to
have me stay with her during the
day, and I5accompanied her to her
home, she was muttering all the
way:
81 warned him, but he only
laughed at me. l know he will
never return
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 twi
light. Although put no faith in
the woman's predictions, yet her
strange murm urings had had an eff
feet upon me, and it was with
something almost ike disappoint-
ment that / saw the night close in,
and no messenger appear. For l
was young, then, and fond of the
exciting and marvellous, without
stopping to inquire the cause. And
so it was with sudden shock that
/ again looked out of the window
more carefully this time, and saw
white horse come galloping over
the hill at it's utmost speed. The
woman saw my emotion and quick
ly 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 state Of the utmost un-
certainty as to the outcome, while
the woman, although agltated by
the terrible grief, yet had not a
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 l watched her standing there
in the twilight, swaying back and
forth in her agony, with her hand
on the door knob for support, l felt
great throb Of pity at my heart.
and at the same time a certain awe
for the two Rho were playing so
great part in the awful drama of
death.
The fact that the news had been
expected all day, and had been fore
told in dream, which I knew of
only as belonging to the mysterious
past of King Arthur aud Froissart's
Chronicles, placed the gcbaracters
before me on an equality with the
magicians of Old Granada. I shrunk
back, feeling that the cold wind
which came through the open door
had carried me back hundreds of
years and placed me in a different
age.
Even the calm, prosaic farmer,
with his snow white hair and flow
ing beard, seemed like some old
seer, as he passed his hand over his
forehead, and tried to collect his
scattered thoughts. The silence
became terrible.
The pale faced sufferer was
growing impatient.
Speak she said, Il can bear it
now as well as any other time"
And then the farmer looked no.
"Ah, yes; l remember, 1 remem-
ber. 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 do not belive in dreamsI
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