The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-04-23
TROUBLESOME DREAM.
by HOWARD THOMAS.

Yes, Mr. Percy Crane certainly was
very tired; so tired that he determin-
ed to seek his downy couch at once,
and not wait for the coming of the
usual hour. He yawned lazily,
stretched himself, then slowly raised
from his chair preparatory to carry
ing out his resolution.
Percy Crane was young, rich and
idle, therefore he had contracted lazy
habits for want OF occupation to
rub the rust of Incidence of as fast
rs it gathered.
Goodnight, father" he called as
he passed upstairs.
Hours stole by and Percy Crane
slept. He had dreams, however-his
broken words attested that conclus-
ively-and pleasant ones, evidently,
for his face broadened into smile
now and then; why, he alone in all the
world knew.
y Most peculiar! That girl I dream
ed OF last night remains in my mind
wildly he murmured next morning,
as he worried through the intricate
toilet OF man OF fashion.
All through the day the face he had
seen in his dreams kept recurring to
his mind; whatever he took up mir
rored it. IL he tried to read the type
gradually faded away and the now
familiar features stared back at him
from the open book.
Being IL bit of an artist. he thought
to make n drawing OF the face and
shut it of his mind upon paper. He
drew hundred heads; none of them
not be thrown from his brain.
At the end of month Percy was
mortified to find that he had actually
fallen in love with this visionary girl.
lie was really provoked at this; to
think that he, a hardened flirt, should
lose his heart to a girl whom he had
never seen and who probably never
existed! What nonsense! Neverthe-
less, the evil was done, so he set about
eradicatine it as quickly rs possible,
He tried hard, bnt somehow just as
he thought the memory trampled out,
it sprang up again, more deeply root
ed than ever.
At length, tired OF struggling, he
made up his mind to travel, and prove
beyond a doubt he loved but a fig
ment OF his own brain. Accordingly he
ordered his valet to pack his trunks
and then broke thenew to his father.
BY that understand that only half
the story had been told to the old
gentleman, namely that he, Percy
Crane, wished to travel, where he did
not state.
Being an indulgent parent, the elder
man willingly agreed. The only COM
mand he gave his son was not to get
into trouble and bother him.
1t is needless to follow Percy's ram
bles over the world suffice it to say,
that everywhere he looked for tho
imaginary lady who occupied his very
thought. He was angry ut his entire
ly uncalled for display ofen otion, but
there was no help for it.
He arrived i'll Paris one night, very
tired and very cross. Feeling glad OF
his release from the railway carriage,
he announced his intention of walking
to hotel, and ordered his valet to
ride on ahead with the luggage.
He wandered along slowly, wonder
ing which turns he would have taken
had lie not known the city from boy
ed, and he was about to emerge into
n broad, brilliant avenue when he no
ticed q well-dressed lady walking rap
idly in the same direction, followed by
q coarse, british looking man. Fear
ing foul play, Percy determined to
cross the street aud place himself be-
tween the pursuer and pursued. But
he had not time to do this, for the
man closed rapidly upon the girl and
accosted her. She hurried on, pay
ing no heed to hiswords. Mr.. Crane
began to think that he had made q
mistake when he heard scream. He
darted across the street, and seizing the
man who had thrown his arm around
theyoung lady waist. sent him sprawl
ing into the gutter. With fierce oath
the brute sprang up and rushed ut
him; but he had reckoned without Mr..
Crane, fora we'll directed blow sent
him on his back once more. Two
more finished him, and left the rescuer
to attend to the safety OF the rescued.
VI The girl, who had covered in a cor
ner while the battle ragged, now came
forward and thanked Percy for his
assistance. He bowed, and declared
that he had done nothing, but she
persisted that he had. On the way
home che told him she had lost her
way while shopping, and that her
pocket was picked in the street. At
her door they exchanged cards and
parted on the most friendly terms
Imaginable.