The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1894-09-11
THAT HORRIBLE DREAM.
| Young Lady Dreams About Congress.

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Correspondence of the Progressive Farmer.
Congress was in session. Ihad heard
my father often speak of this dreaded
time. In fact, I heard many of the
good people who were trying to stand
up for right against wrong, talk about
this time, and I had read a great deal
about it. Every one said, IF those
UilliGRS can manage some way to get
Congress under their thumb, SO to
speak, our country is lost and ruined
forever more. Let's try all means, by
the help Of God, to keep them from
.overruling the good men we have
elected to manage the business" We'll,
I was in town, and so I thought as my
father was so distressed about the well
fare of our country (and I felt inter
ested in my country, toO,) would walk
around the building while they were
transacting business and see if 1 could
find out anything about the proceed
ings that I might be able to report to
my father and relieve him of his sus-
pense. The house occupied by the Con-
gressmen was a very large, square,
three-story building. There were no
rooms in the corners of the house ex-
cept on the third floor. That left a
kind of piazza on the first floor under
those rooms. Now, you must under
stand how the business was carried On.
The good, upright, honest men in diff
ferent parts of the country had the
power and did elect the final judges,
whom they found among some good
doctors and preachers. But the good
people were not yet satisfied, for the
baser people of the earth had the power
and elected the committee to wait on
these doctors and preachers. The bust
ness had to pass through three different
sets of mems hands. That is why the
building was a three story one. The
men Oh the first floor transacted their
business, signed up the papers and
handed them over to this Wjcked COM
mittee who carried them to the gentle
men on the second floor,
They did as the first-inished their
work, signed the papers and gave them
to the committee who took them this
time to the final judges On the third
floor. When l saw them ascend to the
third floor 1 grew very restless for the
decision that these judges would make
would either save our country or would
put it in an everlasting ruinoUs condi-
ton.
was standing on one of those corner
piazzas under the room where the com
mittee and judges were busy at work.
While standing there in a deep study,
some one touched my arm, and turn
ing, I saw an old man with long, white
beard standing very near me. His
countenance was very sad, and after
talking with him a while, I found that
the same thing carried him there that
had carried me. While standing there
in conversation we noticed a kind of
dust falling around us. Looking up,
we discovered large cracks in the floor
of the room overhead and this dust
was falling through them. The old
gentleman who was swith me caught
some of it in his hand and carried it to
a doctor in town and asked him to ex-
anime it and tell him what effect it
would have on any one The doctor
said it was a very poisonous powder
and if it was sprinkled on any one it
would have almost the same effect as
whiskey. This committee had carried
this powder to this room with them,
and after handing the papers to the
judges, stood behind them and
sprinkled the powder on them so that
they would not be able to honestly do
their work.
Before 1 reported to my father I
awoke. After thinking over my dream
I decided to have it published to see if
others do not think of it as 1 do; that
it is a good illustration of the truth.
Some please interpret my dream.
A REFoRMER.