Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1886-08-21

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
nv f~orebodingS; 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 = very brief
and erustv good bye.
The impression my dream had upon
ME continued as sharp and vivid as
ever through the whole journey; all
the time | saw before me BesSie's white
face, and heard the strange. mutled
call: Come, Katie, comet All that |
had ever read or heard of the mysteri-
Gus connection between twins-andt that
was not a little, for it had been a sub
ject OF great interest TO our mother as
well as oursclveS-came back to my
mind during those weary, anxious
hours of travel.
Il had read of instances where twins
had died when separated, and seemed
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 ] might reach home before it
was too late to remedy the evil. OF
one thing | felt sure; if | found Bessie
dead | should die, too. But she was
not dead-she could not be-else why
should l 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
ncy came to an end, and | stood once
more in the streets of my native city.
My luggage, the conductorh 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 a little later than the hour of my
arrival had seemed in my dream, other
wise all my experience was the same;
the WEAKNESS, the trouble, the mental
confusion, all were repeated, and as
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 sutfocatlon,
saw that the door was standing open,
My dream still verified, | darted in,
and | mounted the stairs and rushed
into mothers room. No one was there
but mother, who was lying on her
lounge, a cripple, as had left her,
"'You have got home, Bess, have
you?' she said; i did not hear YOU
ring
"'lt not Bcss, mamma; it is Kate.
Where is Bess? where is she? where Is
she? | gaSped; but before mother
could get her wits sufficiently collected
, to answer the question, BeSs answered
it for herself by bouncing up stairs anC
, into the room III eve more than heI
usual head-ovcr-hcels fashion, crying
% mamma! we have had such {
e splendid day-papa and me, if only
t YOU and Katie could have been will
| u.s.
Then father came in, and the girI
Y with the lamp, and you may imagine, j.
YOU can, the noisy and exciting seen,
|, that followed. crying, Bess laughing
father scolding, and mother doing hel
r best to quiet all Of us and find out whar
my unexpected appearance meant
And your sister Bessie was no
: dead, andhadnot even been sick?' crict
| Nanny, breathlessly; and her grand
= mother replied;
, mot at all; Bessie was not nearly 81
t historical and imaginative a girl as
2 was. She couldn't he homesick, be
cause she was at home, and to keel
e her from feeling lonesome and missing
| me too much, father was giving her a
: good a time as he could, He had takel
/ her on an excursion up the Delawar,
that day, and | don't suppose she hat
c had a gloomy moment since | had lief
u her"
: "But you said your dream had had
II great effect upon your lifc?"
| Il think it had. never saw Cousi'
John or his wife again; they both die,
within the next ten years, leaving a.
they possessed to The family of anothc
cousin. | think it very likely, a
d father afterwards said, my foolish fait
le in a dream cost both Bess and myself
nice little legacy.
N Bessie lived to be fifty, and a Crane
mother, and though her death was
10 great sorrow to me. | have survived
ID these fifteen years, as you see, an
d hope still to spend some happy, chez
n full years before the Good Father sun
n mons me to join her YOUTHS Con
~ DuDjOU