Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1888-01-28
A DREAMER OF DREAMS.

Another one-the biggest on the
plate" modestly observes Mr.. Cabot; and
his wife obediently places the largest and
roundest crumpet before him.
"These are really very nice-almost as
good as if my mother had made them, y
continues the gentleman, with twinkle
in his eye.
Mrs. Cabot rises to the bait immedi-
ately, fer this is an old, familiar griev-
ance.
II think" she replies, s'that your
mother is the very worst cook ever had
the misfortune to meetn
''Your candor is only equaled by your
superior judgment, my DEAR says Mr..
Cabot, with pretended dignity, which can
not impose upon his wife, and as they
both break into laughter she seizes an
orange from dish of the golden fruit
and aims it at his head He catches it
with the skill OF baseballist, losses a
kiss In return with his fingers across the
table, and proceeds to remove the rind
and eat the juicy pulp. It need not be
remarked that the Cabots are a very
young couple.
''Aren't you almost through breakfast
asks Mrs. Cabot; 'you have sat here
nearly an hour, and I don't see any signs
of cessation"
81 am lingering over this pleasant re-
past" solemnly, because it will be long
before / ornament your table with my
presence again"
''What do you means''
SCOT to go to New York tonight On
hiz - briefly
'Oh, dear! for how long this timer
disconsolately.
SIT may be four years and it may be
forever" chanted to the air Of kathleen
Mavourneen.
"How silly you arer'
perhaps shall take you, II you are a
good girl.'
"Oh, obi and the babyf" delightedly.
ooh. hang the babyr'
'tJohn Sebastian Cabotlir'
~ only meant" deliberately explain
ing, ''that you could hang him carefully
up on a peg in your cedar closet, so that
he would be nice and warm and comfort
ably out of the way until you come back.
Or-or-" insinuatingly, 'you might get
my mother to come and take care Of him. "
"Yes, l guess so,' scornfully. "And
find him full of paregoric and catnip tea
when l get back. No, sir! But If your
sister will stay here with him and the
nurse and never let him out Of her sight
for one single minute, why, I'm think
of itr'
''Wcll if don't get to the office earlier
than this, my boss will give me the great
American bounce" says Mr.. Cabot, and
rising, he leisurely seeks the hall. His
outer coat is donned, his hat given the
very latest tip, his mustache receives
the correct twist, and he walks down the
front steps, unfolding the morning paper
as he goes A thought strikes him, how
ever, and he looks back to see his wife at
the open door, distinctly pouting.
whats the matter, Gladyss"
You forgot something" the pout wild
enipg to smile.
'Ehs Oh"' and he returns, takes her in
his arms and kisses each soft cheek
Virtue is its own and only reward in this
case, for Gladys ungratefully remarks, as
she twists away from him: How your
old mustache scratches my facer'
"a kiss without a mustache Is like an
egg without salt" quotes he, and departs
They are n handsome young couple as
they promenade the deck of the New York
boat. John presents to Gladys, with un-
disguised satisfaction, several gentlemen
of his acquaintance whom he happens to
meet, and the little lady rather fiirts with
one of them, Capt. Cochrane by name
blonde by nature, and endowed by his
fairy godmother with the gift Of CAB.
'No, Mrs. Cabot" he says, later in the
evening-John has disappeared, being last
seen with an unlighted cigar in his hand
leaving Gladys to the enjoyment OF the
moonlight the salt breeze, and Capt
Cochrane's society-"I could love but
once. should love at all, but ahl when /
meet my ideal, find her bound by chains
which / fear cannot be brokeur'
''Goodnessl how did get in as deep as
this'' reflects Gladys, but aloud she only
says sweetly, "It is so chilly must go tc
my stateroom. Would you mind finding
Mr.. Cabot for me?'
The captain regrets to lose his attent-
i've listener, but protests it is no trouble
to obey her commands. When John
comes strolling in, he finds Gladys not
SO engaged in the mysteries of the toilette
but that she can rehearse the captains
tender looks and gestures for her hus-
bands edification. Her recital Is accom-
panied by much laughter, notwithstand-
ing which Mr.. Cabot sits gloomily tug
ging at his priced mustache, without q
smile; and he presently falls upon the fas-
cinating captain and metaphorically
smites him hip and thigh, giving most
unflattering accounts Of his past and pres
ent life. Gladys only replies, II shouldn't
think you would introduce such man to
me. Even your mother would know bet
ter than that, and goes to SLIP shortly,
quite satisfied with herself.
But later she wakes from troubled
dream, so real that her face IS wet, her
pillow is wet and the tears still streaming.
The wind and the waves outside tumultu-
ously call to each other anc the boat is
rocking. Her baby, the round soft crea-
ture that. always sleeps next her heart,
where is be and how fares lie, Has
she not just seen him, piteous,
woful sight, with blackened garments and
bleeding flesh' Did she not hear his
piercing cry, Mammal prolonged and
repeated again and again, She rises and
walks the narrow floor and sobs unre-
STRANGELY as her vivid dream returns to
her, with her face pressed into her hands.
II say-what's ups" comes in a startled
voice from John, who, suddenly awak-
ened, rises on his elbow and anxiously
BdLcS III HeE ulSLreSSeU uemeduOr.
II dreamed the baby was dreadfully
burned and was crying for me-" is all
that Gladys can answer, with gssps and
sobs interrupting.
Having impaired her grief causes 1t to
lose some Of its keenness. John quietly
soothes her and eudeavors to induce her
to rest and sleep again; but no more sleep
for Gladys. Her dream has quite unnerved
her.
~ am faithless, unworthy motherp
sobs she. 20. why did you ask me to come
with you and leave himf'
because am a miserable sinner, the
chiefest among ten Thousand" acknowl.
edged John promptly. ''Now, have a
little common sense, Gladys. You nirted
last e' ening-your conscience reproached
you"-tGladys losses her head)-"you
missed the baby and tried to make your
self think you had neglected him-went
to bed very tired-and your nightmare
was the inevitable consequence See."
mo, l don't see," stubbornly says
Gladys. at was not dream, it was q
vision. / saw him-saw my baby, Johnl
And am going straight back to him as
focf