The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1889-04-27

continues aunt Louisa. who, now that
she has started an ally, seems deter
mined to give us bit Of her mind.
But we are not vegetarians-at
least, am not, protest.
You are both of you next door to
it, asserts my aunt stoutly.
am just wondering how / can
change subject which always leads
to a useless war of words, when Robin
interrupts most ooportunely-
"Do you ever dream, Miss Crick?"
do l ever dream?" repeats aunt
Louisa, suspecting poor Robin of a
covert meaning in the observation.
Il suppose you mean, do | suffer from
indigestion?"
mo; don't think dreams are, as a
rule, caused by indigestion, because |
dream nearly every night of my life,
and my digestive organs are in perfect
form. Surely dreams must spring
from our imagination"
Decidedly" assents John, with an
emphatic nod of his head.
My brother, as rule, does not take
the slightest notice of our trivial fem
mime conversation, so that aunt Louisa
and sit and stare at him in open as
constituent, whilst Robin at once turns
her attention in his direction.
81 am glad that you agree with me-"
she says. '.Most people will insist
that dreams and eating are connected,
and it is such prosaic solution to the
beautiful mystery of dream-land."
dreams are inspirations" says
John, slowly and solemnly, as if he
were announcing an authenticated fact,
respecting which there could be no
second opinion.
Robin looks at him hard for few
moments; then she says in her clear,
hearty, reasoning tones
''Oh, don't go so far as that! Sure
ly one can't call all the nonsense one
dreams inspiration! The imagination,
set loose, simply takes a little canter
on its own account, without Dame
Reason to keep it in check. We travel
away into fairy-!and every night, and
it freshens us after the daily struggle
with our matter-of-fact world"
John looks disappointed.
Then you don't believe that dreams
are prophetic?" he asks.
GAS a rule, certainly not" answers
Robin, in some establishment, Though
it is my belief" she continues thought
fully, s'that in some instances people
are warned by dreams, even as they
were in the days of old. ;"
"My dear what gross supersti-
tionn interposes aunt Louisa, evident
ly shocked.
81 am sure that is not superstition, y
answers Robin simply. 81 know sew
eral instances in which people have
been prepared for a great blow by be-
ing forewarned in the shape of q
dream"
"Oh, stop, please!m Interrupts my
| aunt, shivering. "You make me shud-
der with your nonsense. OF course,
sometimes the things one dreams OF
may really happen; but, if so, it is u
mere coincidence"
Il quite agree with you that the
generality of dreams count for
nothing" returns Robin brightly.
| Nov take for instance my dream last
night-it could have no meaning?"
..What was your dream?" asks John
earnestly.
Robin smiles as she recalls it, and
the smile breaks almost into a laugh
as she begins.
II suppose sleeping in a strange
i bedroom must have spurred my i'm
agination unusual activity. dreamt
there was IA Mouse in the room
at may not have been a dream at
all, interposes aunt Louisa scoffingly,
''thc house literally swarms with
mice"
'.B II this was such an extraordi-
nary mouse" objects Robin calmly.
when, after many futile efforts, |
succeeded in catching it, it turned to a
tiny luminous ball in my hand, and
asked me. with low laugh, what ]
! had caught. | answered evasively
that had caught it. Then my hand
was stung quickly and sharply, as by
n wasp; SOL dropped my captive with
out delay. 1t fell upon the floor, where
it rolled to and fro, asking again in its
auavering voice, What am Ip" My
answer was to the effect that neither
knew nor cared i am a spirit, il
said next, Why do you NEEDLE with
spirits? If you had not let me go
would have burnt through your hand.
Then the shining ball gradually paled,
lfickered and went out. That was the
end of my dream, laughs Robin, land
| think you must all agree that it was
about as senseless and devoid of sec
ond meaning as any dream could be. ,
because it is not given to you to
read it's meaning" says John; and, a
shade paler than usual, he rises from
his chair suddenly, and leaves the
breakfast-table.
II think, my DEAR" remarks aunt
Louisa, in her calm practical tones
1--WE had better set some traps in your
ROOM"
Traps! On no account; l am moi
in the least afraid of mice. 1t must
have been their scratching, I suppose
which gave rise to my dream"
Doubtless" | agree. ave are
overrun with mice; that is why we
keep such number of CATS
(TO BE CONTINUED.
He Won a Wife on the Election.
'sWhere's the marriage license
| nffica2N