The Arizona sentinel., 1888-03-17

chilly l must go to my state-room. Would you mind finding MT. Cabot for me?"
 The Captain regrets to lose his at- tentive listener, but protests it is no trouble to obey her commands. When John comes strolling in. he finds Gladys not so engaged in the mys- teries of the toilette, but that she can rehearse the Captain tender looks and gestures for her husbands edifica- tion. Her recital is accompanied by much laughter, notwiths tandine which Mr. Clbot Sis gloomily tugging at his prized moustache, without smile; and he presently falls upon the fascinating Captain and metaphorically smites him hip and thigh, giving most un1attering ac- counts of his past and present life Gladys only replies: T shouldn' t think you would introduce such a man to he. Even your mother would know better than that!" and goes to sleep shortly, quite satisfied with herself
 But later she wakes from a troubled dream, so real that her face is wet, he f. pillow is wet and the tears still streaming. The wind and the waves outside tumultously call to each other and the boat is rocking. Her baby, the round, soft creature that always sleeps next her heart. where is he and how fares he? Has she not just seen him, a piteous, woeful sight. with blackened garments and bleeding flesh? Did she not hear his piercing cry, "MammaT' prolonged and re- peated again and again? She rises and walks the narrow floor and sobs unrestrainedly as her vivid dream re- turns to her, with her face pressed into her hands.
 "I say-what's up?" comes in a startled voice from John, who, sud- denly awakened, rises on his elbow and anxiously gases at her distressed demeanoH
 'i dreamed the baby was dreadfully burned and was crying tor me. is all that Gladys can answer, with gasps ana sobS lnterrupling,
 Having imparted her grief causes it to loose some of it's keenness. John quietly soothes her and endeavors to induce her to rest and sleep agaln; but no more sleep for Gladys. Her dream has quite mnerved her.
 '1 am faithless. unworthy moth- erP' sobs she. 'Oh, why did you ask me to come with you and leave him?"
 Because l am miserable sinner, the chiefest among ten thousand," ac- knowledgcs John, promptly '.Now, have a little ComusCr sense, Gladys. You hiELed last eycning-your con science reproachod you'r-(Gladvs losses her Lead) )-'you misse ed the baby and tried to make yourself ln.uk you had neglcc.el him--wunt to bed very tired-anJ your nightmare was the inevitable consequence See?"
 No, l don't see,', stubbornly says Gladys. "It was not dream" it was a vision. I saw him-saw my baby John! And I am going straight back to him as fast as my feet can carry mei'
 T think you had better not try to walk it" says John. If you will wait till inc boat gets in, I will pay your fare back on the fast train. But perhaps you will change your mind by morning."
 Deluded manl He can no more keep his Gladys from flying to her baby than he can drain off Long Island Sound; and with many protests he seats her in the parlcr car, gives her a new book and basket of fruit, tips the portcr-who. thereafter hovers about Gladys, becoming quite nui- sance with his beneficent attentions and finally leaves her, for business is business. and John can not return with his pretty little wife, much as he would like to.
 How slowly pass the hours! How the train drags and delays! Gladys hears one gentleman say complacent- ly to another: There is but one faster train than this in the worldr' and feels like answering him wildly: That is a falsehoOd-there are none slower!" When her patience is qaite exhausted and she feels that an hysterical burst of tears is imminent the car rolls slowly into the depot, and she bounds from her seat, dropping her novel and tossing back her soft curls, which have escaped from their fastening even as she now escapes from her prison-car
 She feots it ever fair and young;
 Her locks are tied in haste,
 And one is OCT her shoulder flung
 And hangs below her waist.
 Little cares sue for discarded liter ature or disheTeled tresses. She takes the first carriage she sees, and tells the driver impatiently to hurry. But he is evidently in league with the rail- road, for time lags and eternity has commenced-it seems to Gladys-be- fore she reaches home.
 She opens the door with her latch- key, and stands breathlessly No coo and gurgle of baby-talk. no laughter, no sound of a lullaby, not even what would be welcome now, a child's screams of anguish. Any thing, any thing but this dreadful, intense stiffness.
 She dares not advance. Sill stand ing as if paralyzed, she does hear sound It iS step, and Johns sis ter comes tripping towards her.
 Why. GIadys?' she says, in utter