The Red Cloud chief., 1888-08-24
A SUMNER
How Thoughts Of u Vacation are Apt to
Affect the City asOOk-xeeper.

How Thoughts Of - vacation are Apt 70
Affect the City BOOk-xeeper.
The book-ieeper's soul floats of into
u gentle dream of the hOneyed sweets
Of the PARKWAY emerald meadows,
where the sil:ery brooi;let bubbles over
white pebbles. and slips through tho
shady hooks where the pike is taking
abrief siasta in the shade. lie sees the
wind flow like Il river over the heat.
and the daisies lie apo it and dip into
it until they look like lilies On IN in
visible stream.
Down i'll the corner Of the meadow
no sees the ancient tree whose branches
almost touch the ground. all golden
with ripening apples, and ont of its
branches the bObolink darts to revel in
the sea of snowy clover
He is lying on the ground. looking
at the great groups Of cumulus clouds
hat drift lazily by. His peace of mind
is as endless rs the switch OF the white
faced cows tail, that would keep of
the flics-if it could. He lives IL day of
white and green and gOld-a sweet
breezy day that is always too short for
the song that fills it until it brims v
with JOY. like the soul Of the school,
boy on the last day Of school.
The bookHeeper's JOY is IA dream OF a
vacation spent at Daisytown five years
ago. because he is going to DaisytOwn
again this year. And it is the nearness
of his vacation that makes him so de-
liriOus with ecstacy that he absent
mindedly dips the mucilage brush into
the red ink and wipes it on his light
gold hair. He says to himself: Seven
and six is eighteen. and five is twenty
seven; pu: down the seven and carry
the twenty
If You would know how he could add
in this way. just look through the
pleasant vistaS OF his vision. and yOu
will see down IT the other end q; the
meadow. where the brook is Il little
wider. Il quaint rustic bridge. and over
this bridge you will see a willOwy girl
of twenty. tripping along as lightly As
the wind. You will not appreciate tho
subtle charm Of the picture As keenly
as the bOokkecpe-. for to him the pict-
ure of the girl eclipses al! the manifold
beauties that surround hcr-lOvcly pict-
ure that she Is. in IA frame Of sunshine
and rippling flowers.
Many IA time he walked over tho
bridge with her five Years ago. and on
one of these walks they had II CONVERSE
ton which resulted in the b~OOkkeeper's
insuring the life into which she had
thrown perpetual sunshine And now
they live in a cheap top fat that isn't
half As neal Heaven AS they are.
In II week or two they are going
baci. 10 D%aisytOwn together. to see the
old spot so dear to them. And
that is why the boOk-keeper is in such
q delirium Of joy that he opens the
door and tries to walk into the safe. un-
der the impression that it Is a green
summer-hOuse-
The noise of the street seems to him
the drowsy hum of the meadow. for in
spirit he is far away in its fragrant
precincts. watchingth the birds splashing
in the brook that sings its way over the
pebbles till it shoots into the shadow
Of the rustic bridge
And while he wanders away among
the bees and birds, and watches the
shadows dancing in the sunlight. he
dampens his fingers on the sponge and
counts imaginary rolls Of bills. and
goes ON with his 1.-TWO from eight
leaves twelve. and three over" and
tries to paste things together with ink.
But the climax Of his dreamy fOrgetful-
ness is reached when he hands the
Office boy his Chinese laundry bill. and
sends him around to the bank to have
it certified.-PWck.