The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1886-08-27

into a fever if you don't, and poor
Cousin John, seeing no other way to
quiet me, departed to make ready for
the journey, muttering as he went out
that he would never ask other peoples
children to come to visit him again.
Cousin Susan was kind to the last, and
seemed to have some sympathy with
my fOrebOdings; but Cousin John said
it was all childish folly, and was cross
and glum through all our long ride to-
gether, and after seeing me safely on
the train, and receiving the conductor
promise to land me safely in Philadel-
phia, took leave of me with q very brief
and erusty good bye.
The impression my dream had upon
me continued as sharp and vivid as
ever through the whole Journey; all
the time l saw before me Bessie's white
face, and heard the strange. muffied
call: Come, Katie, comet All that /
had ever read or heard of the mysteri-
GUS connection between twins-and that
was not little, for it had been a sub
iect of great interest to our mother as
well as Ourselves-came back to my
mind during those weary, anxious
hours of travel.
Il had read of instances where twins
LAdd NiGu W l1Cn SCBetl elCAlg anu L oCClAlCG
to have an instructive certainty that
ours was a case of the same nature; my
only hope was that the warning dream
had been sent in time to prevent a
fatal catastrophe, and that by my rapid
return l might reach home before it
was too late to remedy the evil. OF
one thing l felt sure; if / found Bessie
| dead l should die, too. But she was
not dead-she could not be-else why
! should / so plainly hear in my mind
the cry of Come. Katie, Gomez
The evening of the long June day
was closing around me when my Jour
ney came to an end, and I stood once
more in the streets of my native city.
My luggage, the conductor had assured
me, would be kept safely until called
for, so there was nothing to hinder me
| from setting out at once for home. 1t
was little later than the hour of my
arrival had seemed in nv dream, other
wise all my experience was the same;
the WEAKNESS, the trouble. the mental
confusion, all were repeated, and as l
sped along the well-knOwn streets,
| seemed to be living my vivid dream
over again.
Il reached our house, and with my
heart beating almost to suffOcation, I
! saw that the door was standing open.
| My dream still verified! l darted in,
and l mounted the stairs and rushed
into mothers room. No one was there
but mother, who was lying on her
| lounge, a cripple, as l had left her.
'''YOu have got home, Bess, have
yOug she said; 1 did not hear you
ring
at not Bess, mamma; it is Kate.
| Where is Bess? where is she? where Is
she? L gasped; but before mother
could get her wits sufficiently collected
to answer the question, Bess answered
it for herself by bouncing up stairs and
| into the room IN even more than her
usual head-over-heels fashion, CRYING:
| % mamma! we have had such a
| splendid day-papa and me! if only
| you and Katie could have been with
/ usr
''Then father came in, and the girl
with the lamp, and you may imagine, if
| YOU can, the noisy and exciting scene
| that followed. 1 crying, Bess laughing,
father scOlding, and mother doing her
| best to quiet all of US and find out what
my unexpected appearance meant"
tAnd your sister Bessie was not
| dead, and had not even been sick?" cried
| Nanny, breathlessly; and her grand
mother replied:
mot at all; Bessie was not nearly 80
! hysterical and imaginative a girl as 1
was. She couldn't be homesick, be-
cause she was at home, and to keep
her from feeling lonesome and missing
me too much, father was giving her as
| good a time as he could. He had taken
her on an excursion up the Delaware
that day, and don't suppose she had
had gloomy moment since 1 had left
| her"
but you said your dream had had 3
great effect upon your lifeP''
Il think it had. 1 never saw Cousin
John or his wife again; they both died
within the next ten years, leaving all
they possessed to the family of another
cousin. l think it very likely, as
father afterwards said, my foolish faith
in a dream cost both Bess and myself g
nice little legacy.
Bessie lived to be fifty, and a grand
mother, and though her death was 9
great sorrow to me, have survived il
these fifteen years, as you see, and
hope still to spend some happy, cheer.
full years before the Good Father sum-
mons me to join her. ~ YOUTHS Com,
pGHiOB.