New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1888-04-04
Told in a Dream.

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little country town. and with no hope
OF bettering my condition. Instead
OF waiting for something to turn up
| have had the audacity to fall in love
! with the wealthiest heiress in the
| place, and tonight I forever disgraced
myself by asking her to marry me.
Tomorrow l am to see her father.
There can be but one result. Mr..
Howard is a millionaire. He will ask
me about my property and prospects.
Well, I have about So in my pocket,
and owe $500. The old gentleman
will regard me as a fortune-hunter
| and request me to discontinue my
| visits. Yet, the Lord knows | love
Alice, and would devote my life to
her."
| Blair looked around the Office and
took a survey OF his scanty posses
sions. A few articles OF furniture, and
| perhaps a hundred law bookB-this
was all. He sat alone until the town
| clock struck the hour ofmidnight, and
| then retired to his chamber adjoining
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| sleep off his trouble.
| In the course of the night a strange
thing occurred. Just how it happen
| ed he did not understand, but he had
a late visitor, who introduced him.
self as a lawyer from London.
"Mr. Blair" he said. 81 will not
detain you with any preliminaries.
You are the heir to the estate OF John
Blair, one of your uncles who ran
away from home when a mere boy
and settled in Liverpool. Your uncle
was remarkably lucky. He found
friends, went into business and in
| course of time made a fortune. He
died a month ago and left you $500
| OOO"
Julian proceeded to ask for further
information, but the London lawyer
| pleasantly remarked that good news
would keep.
81 must leave in half an hour for
New York, he said, '.but you may
| expect me back in a week or so, and
then the necessary arrangements will
be completed for placing you in pos
session OF your inheritance"
| With this the strange visitor van.
ished, and Julian Blair, as he raised
himself on his elbow and looked about
the room, asked himself whether he
was awake Or dreaming.
A sudden drowsiness came over him,
and when he again opened his eyes it
was morning.
"Was it dream?" he cried, as he
dressed himself. mo, it is impossible.
There IS the chair the man sat in. /
remember his features distinctly, and
every word he said, and even the
tones OF his voice. Thank God! 1t
was no vision; it was reality"
Julian found, after making his tot
let, that he was still little feverish,
with a strange fullness in his head,
but a glance at the mirror showed
that he was looking unusually we'll.
| One thing startled him not a little
in the course OF the morning. After a
brief interview with one OF the bank.
ers OF the town, he walked out on the
street with $500 in his pocket.
A sudden doubt struck HIM as he
reached the sidewalk. Had he made
a mistake in telling the banker OF his
good fortune? If the whole thing was
only a dream, as he sometimes sus-
pected, he had done very bad thing.
"Pshaw!" he said to himself, II am
sick and nervous. How can it be a
dream?"
By degrees his confidence w as restor-
ed, and later in the day, when he saw
Mr.. Howard. his manner was we'll calcu.
lated to impress the millionaire. He
told the story of his legacy, and the
rich man took him by the hand and
told HIM that no man in the world
would suit him better as ason -in-law.
A week passed away delightfully."-.
Blair found himself the lion of the
town, but he spent most of his leisure
time with his affianced.
One morning the young lawyer
arose, cool and clear headed, without
a trace Of fever. He looked back up
on the events of the past week in
amazement. He no longer had any
belief in a visit of the man from Lon
don. It was a. dream and nothing
else.
81 am in a disgraceful fx!" he groan.
ed. | have borrowed money under
false pretences Nothing will ever
convince people that am not a swim
der
But just then a card was placed in
Julian's hand. 1t bore the address
OF Henry Morley, solicitor, Middle
Temple, London, and as the owner of
the card was ushered into the office
the young lawyer looked at him in
blank surprise.
'.My young friend, said the visitor,
rather pompously, sit is genuine
pleasure to be the bearer OF good It'd.
ings. have been two weeks in the
country looking you up. Your uncle,
John Blair, died recently in Liver.
pool, where he lett large estate, and
there is a cool $4,000 for you"
s'Is it another dream?" whispered
Julian.
"Iaon't understand" said the En-
glishman, somewhat mystifed. sThls
is no dream; it is business"
"You have never called on me be.
fore, have your" asked Julian.
Certainly not, replied the visitor.
Il have just found you, and it was
no easy matter, j can tell YOU
"All this is very hard for me