Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1891-04-03

fame shot suddenly to life and as quickly
died. That evening he was more than
ever conscious of that love which had
entered into his life, something higher
and purer than he had ever dreamed be-
fore. Imagination had never pictured
such perfect state, and yet it was SO
imperfect in its semblance to a dream.
He searched his heart honestly and tried
to Danish the dream, striving all the
while to retain the ideal. 1t seemed as
though two forces of his nature were
alert as he reviewed the past. He had
no assurance that she loved him, and yet
that evening had walked feeling of
reality in him, and he felt as though he
had received her whispered "yes."
One of the great logs in the fireplace
fell asunder, sending forth a puff of
smoke, which foated out into the room,
and as he gazed at it he suddenly
started. The red glow of the fire lit up
the room with strange effect as it spread
wider and wider until it formed thin
veil, and pictured through it he saw
wonderful sight. He saw musi Groom,
one that he recognized land seated before
the piano lightly running her finger over
the keys was Phyllis. Stopping, she
looked in his direction, and her beauti-
full eyes were filed with sadness, and
the culver of her mouth told of deep
feeling He felt her eyes look into his
for moment, and then turning to the
piano she began softly to sing. He list
ened attentively. and as she touched the
keys the music sounded softly through
the room, and he caught the words she
sang. The melody was new and strange,
but full of a gentleness and sweetness.
heard in dream-the tender words
which Mrs. Browning wrote:
"Unless you can think, when the song is
done,
None other is sweet in the rhythm;
Unless you can feel, when left by one,
That all men else go with him;
Unless you can know, when appraised by
his breath,
That your beauty itself wants proving;
Unless you can swear-'For life, for
Death
Oh, fear to call it lovingr'
For ife-for death! there was some
in which they sung. There was no
printed page before her, and she sang
with her eyes half closed, while the &C
compartment was an inspiration.
UNLESS you can muse in a crowd all day
On the absent face that fixed you;
Unless you can love as the angels may,
With the breath of heaven betwixt you;
Unless you can dream that his faith is fast,
Through behuoving and unbehooving;
Unless you can die when the dream is past
Oh, never call it loving"
The picture slowly faded, and Tom
bowed his head. He did not think of
it as a delusion, it was real to him.
Suddenly starting up, he lit the gas,
and drawing out box of colors, sketched
swiftly on paper before him. It was
the picture that he had seen. Dim, I'M
defined, he drew the background, the
piano, and with few steady strokes he
barely outlined the sweet face so dear to
him. And when it was done he printed
underneath a line of music-that air
which she had sung. He wrote no
words Would she understand? he
wondered.
He decided to deliver it in person the
next day.
Phyllis was somewhat surprised at his
morning call, but greeted him gladly.
He placed the picture in her hands
without a word, and going over to the
piano, ran over the music that he had
heard accompanying the song. When
he turned the girl was standing gazing
at the picture in wonder.
''Phyllis,'' he said, at her side, sis it
true?"
She turned to him with wonderfully
sweet smile. "Tom," she hesitated,
''how-how did you find it out? How
could you have heard it,"
"Ah," answered he, laughing, "some
have said that 'love is blind but love
has second sight, my Phyllis"
cit is true" she said, simply, holding
out her hand.-Harper's Bazar.