Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1888-06-03
A DREAMER OF DREAMS.

"These are really very nice-almost a.
good as if my mother had made them, >
continues the gentleman, with twinkle
in his eye. =.
Mrs. Cabot rises to the bait immediate
". for this is an old, familiar grievance.
at think" she replies, THAT your
mother is the very worst cook ever had
the misfortune to meet"
"Your candor is only equaled by you,
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 seiges an
orange from the dish of the golden fruit
and aims it at his head. He catches il
with the skill of basebsllist, tosses 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 0abots are very young couple.
AREN'T you alnust through breakfast"'
asks Mrs. Cabot; "you have eat here
nearly an hour, aud j don't see any signs
of cessation"
'I am lingering over this pleasant re
past" solemnly, because it will be Iona
before ornament your table with my
presence again"
"what do you meanW
SCOT to 20 to New York tonight on
biz" briskly. .
"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 are!"
Perhaps I shall take you, If you are
good girl"
Lob, oh! and the baby p, delightedly.
"0h, hang the baby"
"John Sebastian Cabot!!!"
az only meant" deliberately explaining,
"that you could hang him carefully up on
a peg in your cedar closet, so that he would
be nice and warm and comfortably out OF
the way until you come back. Or-or-"
insinuatipgly, You might get my mother
TO come and take care Of him."
''Yes, guess So" scornfully. "And
find him full of paregoric and catnip tea
when / 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-Pli think
of itp'.
"Wel, if 1 don't get to the Office earlier
than this, my boss will give me the great
American bosnce," says Mr.. Cabot, and
rising, he leisurely seeks the hall. His
j outer coat is donned, his hat given the
yery 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, however,
and he looks back to see his wife at the
open door, distinctly poutiDg.
whats the matter, Gladys"
''You forgot something" the pout wild
ening to smile.
"Eh? Obi" 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 FACET
"a kiss without mustache is like an
egg without SALT" quotes he, and departs.
|
They are a handsome young couple as
they promenade the deck of the New York
boat. John presents to Gladys, with I'M
disguised satisfaction, several gentlemen
of his acquaintance whom he happens tt
meet, and the little lady rather flirts with
one of them, Capt Cochrane by name
blonde by nature, and endowed by hi:
fairy godmother with the gift OF CAB.
The captain regrets to lose his attentive
listener, but protests it is no trouble Il
obey her commands. When John comes
strolling in, he finds Gladys not p en-
gagged in the mysteries Of the toilette bu
that she can rehearse the captains tender
looks and gestures for her husbands edit
cation. Her recital is accompanied By
much laughter, Notwithstanding which
Mr.. Cabot sits gloomily tuggiDg at hi
prized mustache, without a smile; and h'
presently falls upon the fascinating cap
tain aud metaphorically smites him hi
and thigh, giving most uDtiattering &C
counts of his past and present life. GLADYS
only replies, 81 shouldn't think you woulC
introduce such q man to me. Even you
mother would know better than that,
and goes to sleep shortly, quite satisfied
. with herself.
mo, Mrs. Cabot" he says, later in TIT
eyeuiug-John has disappeared, being las
seen with an unlighted cigar in his hand
leaving Gladys to the enjoyment Of TIT
moonlight, the salt breeze, aud Capt
Cochrane's society," could love but once
should love at all, but ali! when NEE
my idol find her bound by chains whiel
fear cannot be broken"
Goddess! how did get in as deep Al
this?" reflects Gladys, but aloud she ONLY
saws sweetly, at is 80 chilly must 90 Il
nv stateroom. Would you mind finding
= | NJ rahnt for roe2O
, But later she wakes from troubled
dream, 80 real that her face is wet, her pill
low is wet and the teams still streaming
The wind and the waves outside tumultu
{ ously call to each other and the boat ii
rocking. Her baby, the round, soft crea
ture that always sleeps next her heart
where is he and how fares he? Has sht
not Just seen him, piteous, woful sight
, with blackened garments and bleeding
, flesh? Did she not hear his piercing cry
Mammal prolonged and sepeated agail
and again? She rises and walks the marrow
door and sobs unrestrsinedly as her vivit
dream returns to her, with her fAcs pressed
J into her hands.
"I say-what's up?" comes in startled
voice from John, who, suddenly awakened
rises on his elbow and anxiously gazes a
her distressed demeanor.
81 dreamed the baby was dreadfully
burned and was crying for me, }" is all thai
Gladys can answer, with gasps aud sob'
interrupting.
Having impaired her grief causes it 4
lose some of its keenness. John quietl!
soothes her and endesvors to induce he
to rest and sleep again; but no more sleel
for Gladys. Her dream has quite unnerve1
her.
81 am faithless, unworthy mother!
sobs she. 80, why do You ask me u
come with you and leave him?'
Because / am miserable sinner, tn,
chieiest among ten thousand" acknowl
edged John promptly. Now, have lit
tie common sense, Gladys. You tlirted las
eveniDg-your conscience reproached you
l-(Gladys losses her head lyon misse'
the baby and tried to make yourself think
you hsd neglected him-went to bed yer!
tired-and yosr nightmare was the ineVi
table consequence. Sep"
"No, / don't see," stubbornly say
Gladys. "It was not dream, it was
vision. / saw him-saw my baby, John
And am going straight back to him a
E,ot IN INV fact can carry menp