The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1888-03-08
A DREAMER OF DREAMS.

rOundest trumpet before him.
''These are really very nice-almOst as
good as if my mother had made Them"
continues the gentleman, with a twinkle
in his eye.
Mrs Cabot rises to the bait immedi-
ately, for this is an old, familiar griev-
ance.
"I Think she replies, ''that your
mother is the very worst cook ever had
the misfortune to meet"
''Your candor is only equaled by your
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 seizes an
orange from dish of the golden fruit
and aims it at his head He catches it
with the skill of baseballist, losses q
kiss in return with his fingers across the
table, and proceeds to remove the rind
and eat the juicy pulp. 1t need not be
remarked that the CabOtS are a very
young couple.
"Arent you almost through breakfast?'
asks Mrs Cabot; ''you have sat here
nearly an hour and l don't see any signs
of cessation"
'T am lingering over this pleasant re-
past sOlemnly, because it will be long
before l ornament your table with my
presence again.
''What do you mean?"
''Got to go to New York tonight on
biz briskly.
''Oh, dear for how long this time?''
discOnsolately.
''It may be four years and it may be
forever chanted to the air of kathleen
MavOurneen.
GLOW silly you are!''
perhaps / shall take you, if you are a
good girl.''
''Oh, obi and the baby?'' delightedly.
ooh. hang the babyn'
''JOhn Sebastian CabOtl!r'
81 only MEANT deliberately explain
ing, THAT you could hang him carefully
up on n peg in your cedar closet, so that
he would be nice and warm and comfort
ably out of the way until you come back.
Or-or--" insinuatingly, ''yOu might get
ny mother to come and take care of him"
''Yes, 1 guess So scOrnfully. F'And
find him full of paregOric and catnip tea
when ] get back No, sirl 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, TN think
of itr'
''Wen, if I don't get to the office earlier
than this, my boss will give me the great
American bounce" says Mr.. Cabot, and
rising, he leisurely seeks the hall. His
outer coat is donned, his hat given the
very 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, how
ever, and he looks back to see his wife at
the open door, distinctly pouting.
whats the matter, Gladys?'
you forgot something" the pOut wild
ening to q smile.
''Eh? OhI' 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: GLOW your
old muStache scratches my facer'
ga kiss without a mustache is like an
egg without salt, - quotes he, and departs.
They are a handsome young couple as
they promenade the Geek of the New York
boat. John presents to Gladys, with I'M
disguised satisfaction, several gentlemen
of his acquaintance whom he happens to
meet and the little lady rather f1irts with
one of them, Capt. Cochrane by name,
blonde by nature, and endowed by his
fairy godmOther with the gift of CAB.
''NO, Mrs. Cabot - he says, later in the
evening-JOhn has disappeared, being last
seen with an unlighted cigar in his hand,
leaving Gladys to the enjoyment of the
moonlight, the salt breeze, and Capt.
once, should love at all, but ah! when
meet my ideal, find her bound by chains
which fear cannot be broken!''
Goodness! how did get in as deep as
this?' reflects Gladys, but aloud she only
says sweetly, cit is so chilly must go to
my staterOom. Would you mind finding
Mr.. Cabot for me?''
The captain regrets to lose his attent-
i've listener, but protests it is no trouble
to obey her commands When John
comes strolling in, he finds Gladys not
SO engaged in the mysteries of the toilette
but that she can rehearse the captains
tender looks and gestures for her hus-
bands edificatiOn. Her recital is accom-
panied by much laughter, nOtwithstand-
ing which Mr.. Cabot sits gloomily tug
cling at his priced mustache, without a
smile; and he presently falls upon the fas-
cinating captain and metaphOrically
SmiteS him hip and thigh, giving most
unfattering accounts of his past and pres
ent life. Gladys only replies, 81 shouldn't
think you would introduce such man to
me. Even your mother would know bet
ter 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, her
pillow is wet and the tears still streaming.
The wind and the waves outside tumuItu-
ously call 10 each other and the boat is
rocking. Her baby, the round, soft crea-
ture that always sleeps next her heart,
where is he and how fares he? Has
she not just seen him, a piteous,
woful sight, with bIackened garments and
bleeding flesh? Did she not hear his
piercing cry, 'Mammap' prolonged and
repeated again and again? She rises and
walks the narrow floor and SobS unre-
STRANGELY as her vivid dream returns to
her, with her face pressed into her hands.
81 say-what's up?'' comes in a startled
voice from John, who, suddenly awak-
ened, rises on his elbow and anxiously
gaZes at her distressed demeanor
81 dreamed the baby was dreadfullv
burned and was crying for me- is all
that Gladys can answer, with gasps and
IBIS interrupting