The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-03-19
A DREAMER OF DREAMS.
the London Temple Bar.

From the London Temple Bar.
James Bond had reached the ma
ture age of 40, when the casual smile
of n woman changed the whole tenor
of his existence. He met her in West
bourne Grove, one Autumn afternoon,
and, though she smiled not at him,
but at an old crossing sweeper who
was thanking her with excessive yolu,
biiity for a sixpence, yet her beautiful
face was so charged with sweetness
that there arose within him a new
sensation which he could not define.
'Can this be love?" he asked himself
gazing earnestly after the graceful fig
ure disappearing around the corner.
"Pshaw! it is absurd. | don't even
know hername."
Ha continued his walk more slowly
iowa d Kensington Gardens where he
was accustomed to go for his daily
constitutions al.
What is love?" he proceeded.
"Unity-the dovetailing ofangels-the
meeting ofextremes; therefore depend
ent upon the logical faculties which
alone can classify separate and unite.
Consequentlywithou thorough knowl-
edge, love is impossible. Yet her smile
was sweet-yes, it certainly vas very
sweet" At the thought ofthat exqui-
site vision the dull gray eyes brighten
Cd, and the sallow. carewornface wore
a peculiarly soft expression.
Bond rented lodgIngs-dingy rooms,
filtered with books and papers, from
which has landlady was forbidden to
resaove the dust. He was seldom
there, however, forhe lived In dreams,
the construction of which occupied
most OF his time, to the exclusion of
more solid work. Why should he
WORK. He himself did not see the
need, for the proceeds OF a fellowship
supplied him with food and books. II
his clothes we're shabby it was from
want of thought rather than from
want of means. A tai, gaunt. black
bearded man, withrounded shoulders,
he Eent about like ascarecrow, a most
tempting object for the small boys in
the neighborhoOd TO pelt with Jokes
and orange peel.
Walking homeWard through a back
street he met a number OF them just
turned loose from a Board School.
Tney were engaged in tormenting a
cat held firmly by a string around it's
neck. AT another time Bond would
have gone swiftly by, anxious only to
escape TO peace and auietness, but
now it Was different-why, he could
not tell. Some c8uses are too subtle
for analysis.
MY good children, = he said adyanc-
ing n~ervously, "you shouldn't do that
you know"
They turned and faced him, a dubi-
group, ready to assail or flee, &C
eording as he showed weakness or
strength.
why do you beat the unfortunate
animala" he pursued.
Cos it's mime" replied the red
headed young urchin who held the
string.
Highly illogical, my boy"
"Findin's is keepin's, you know,
guy'nor. Master wollops me, SO
woIIops my cat"
Human, no doubt, but not hu.
name, z said Bond with asmile. aWill
you sell it,"
They opened their eyes and grinned
at one another. After q pause tbs
young spokesman demanded: "Isay,
guv'nor, whatW ySr give?"
'sTen shillings. See here they are
is that enough?"
Needless to say the bargain was
struck on the spot. Bond p0fd the
money, put the cat under his arm and
walked of, followed by yells Of laugh
ter. In his threadbare clothes he Ger
tainly looked an ungainly figure at any
time. but the struggles Of the sleek and
handsome tabby to free herself from
his embrace made him a more thar
usually remarkable object.
Now, why did Ibuy this Creature?'
he asked himself. WAS a hatred o.
cruelty the sole motiye2 No; each act
is the resultant Of two or more forces
Though the comparison may be car
ried too far. the cat NATURALLY suggests
woman; she is The old maids com
panion; why not the old bachelors az
weil2 am lonely. There we get te
the. bottom OF the matter--selhshnesi
under tho guise Of beneficence. Not