Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1888-01-05

Ipesp into the future. Dreams We cal
them when the soul returns 70 ths
body. and with shock ne awake "a
Our everyday life.
| The mother was dreaming. Now
her rsd lips parted into smile q
pleasure ~ she stood upon the lawn,
whose deep green grass closely shaven
showed the star white Bethlehem,
| flowers and the golden huttereups
here and there. The avenne Of tall
magnolia trees. covered with their
eream-whits flowers, filed the sum-
mer air with 4 sleepy perfume. Oh
: little distance from her atrutted the
vein-zloriops rsseo3 aII mag.
niticent plumage surrounding him in
a circle, his deep blue neck uplifted
in proud admiration Of his own beau
ty.
The scene was one she had seen
many times in her waking moments
her own lawn, the home her husband
had brought her to, nearly two years
before.
But here comes from ont of the
trees a tall, fair boy, some ten or
twelve years old. His long curls are
flung backward to the wind as he runs
to meet her, and kisses her lips in
glad and fond surprise to find her
just ready to be out in the glorious
sunshine with him. In her dream it
does not strike her as strange that this
boy is her tiny baby now on her
breast. l seems natural, and her
heart Is filled with pride as she pushes
back the nut brown curls and sees the
sun glare down through the trees on
them and turn them to ruddy geld.
They pass down the green lawn to-
gether, hand in hand, but he stops to
gether the flowers that star the grass
and somehow he wanders away. She
is troubled and moves restlessly in
her sleep. One arm is thrown bare
and white over her head, and the
smile has given place to a sad troubled
look. She goes out of the wide gates
on the road. Why The very road has
changed. She is far from home, and
the road Is long, narrow, rocky one,
stretching away between a stone and
brush fence. 1t is early morning,
scarcely yet daylight. A misty white
fog covers all the meadows and chills
her. She shivers and wanders on,
keeping close to the brush fence.
The eastern sky begins to show faint
yellow streak that makes the dark and
solemn clouds OF the night break into
angry red and opal tints. A little
bird begins to chirp in a frightened
voice at finding itself awake in the
solemn stiffness Of the early morning.
Hark there is something else she
hears-the palloping of many horses,
and soon a gallant party OF young
men sweep into view around a curve
in the road. Her heart bounds gladly,
for in the lead ia her son, now a grown
man.-How he rides on his white
horse She sees his tall riding boots
and silver spurs. his droopinp hat and
feather.
And nearer vet he rides, Her fair
boy is now the perfection of a God.
like man. The golden brown mus.
tache, long and curled awsv from his
coral lips. He turns his head aside
at the moment of reaching his mother,
and makes a laughing remark to a tall
companion riding by his side.
The moment he does this the blood
seems TO freeze in her veins For a
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o' gun, sue sees 'he ouilet pierce a
hole IN the temple OF her son. The
red blood trickles down his white
cheek. He swavs from side n side
and a. be ;s .ho,, - fall from II.
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