The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-03-21
A BIT or WEDDING CAKE.

A BIT Or WEDDING CAKE
Dreamland's Magic Realm Furnishes an
Ideal for the Innocent Maiden.
She had brushed her hair until it fell
in shining lengths over her slender
figure, and now she stood holding in
one hand the dainty little box within
which lay the magic, oblong bit of
rake that would in her dream shadow
forth the future.
Her eyes were bent upon the box, but
she saw it not
Unconscious of her surroundings her
fancy played lightly with the vague
shapes which filled her mind and heart
Who can divine the dim, delightful
thoughts in which a young girl revels
while her heart is all her own? Who
dare reveal them? If there be anything
purer or sweeter it is known only to
God and his angels.
She turns down the gas till there re-
mains but q pin point of light. which
only makes the darkness visible. and
with soft, barred feet she moves slowly
across the room and slips into her white
nest
With wide open eyes she lies there,
deaf to the nocturnal noises of the
great city, trembling, she knows not
why, listening to she knows not
what. but hearing only the beating of
her innocent heart feeling nothing but
the throbbing of her virgin pulses.
1t would seem that gaze SO intent
should pierce, unaided, the veil that
hangs between the present and the
future. but the miracle is not wrought
to the waking vision, nor does strong
hand draw aside, even for moment,
the dark folds behind which are mar
shaled coming events and unknown
hosts
At last the white lids droop over the
tired eyes, the dark lashes rest upon
the smooth oval of the check the heart
beats with gentle regularity. and the
maiden sleeps
Instantly the room is peopled with
crowd of jostiing shadows, eagerly con-
tending for the privilege of controlling
the young girls sleeping fancies.
Upon the expectant canvas of her
dreams the storied Refine moves in slow
majesty. Mirored in its depths is the
turret where the faithful Roland, risen
too late from the bloody field of Rom
cesvalles, keeps constant watch over
the cloistered walls of Normenwerth
In the yelled figure that PAGES with
slow steps the narrow limits of the con-
vent garden the sleeper sees her own
features reflected. and her heart is
stirred with longing regret for the lost
love and feeting youth, the dead hopes
and fading beauty mourned by the gen
tie nun.
The cleaning waters fade. A rugged
Scottish moor stands out upon the can
vaA Two figures walk amid the blue
heather in close embrace, and In the
sweet, irresofute face. timidly raised to
meet the dark, passionate eyes bent
over her, is again to be seen the maiden
who lies TRANQUILITY sleeping.
The sound of mighty waves beating
upon the rocks is close at hand.
Stately trees bend before the sudden
blast. Carried upon the wings of the
storm two fair young creatures come
fieetiy into view, sheitering themselves
under the curving leaf of a luxuriant
tropics, growth. They laugh with
dauntless courage, and each clings to
the other with the innocent abandon of
creatures who have never known Gin.
The youth looks fondly into the bright
face so near his own and lo it is the
face of the dreamer.
A magnificent palace stands by the
placid lagoon. Within a dark browed
man tells of wondrous adventures by
who sits by gray beard. listens with
parted lips and eager eyes The mans
stern face softens, his heart beats high
with mingled hope and pride. His hot
blood courses through his veins like
fame, and into his tales of reckless
bravery and warlike skill he weaves
thread of shining romance that links
his fate forever with her of tns golden
tresseS
The sleeper stirred restlessly and muir
INJURED brokenly: ''Ahi would that
Heaven had made me such mani
The charm had done its work.
From out the shadows of the past IL
had summoned the devoted Roland TO
bring his fidelity, the melancholy
Ravenswood to add his passion, the
youthful Paul to bestow his virtue and
the passionate Moor to endow with
courage that manly ideal before which
a young girls heart falls PROSTATE
when she dreams on bit of wedding
cake-Chicago Times