The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1895-06-18
written for THE PROGRESSIVE FARMER.1
PAUL ANTONY'S DREAM.
BY IDA INGoLD.

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and a cool, raw wind was blowing from
the north. The streets of Linden were
wet and dull looking. Paul Antony
had left Dyersburg, his home, and
come to Linden a few days since or
business for his father. The day il
rapidly going out and the street lamps
will soon have taken the place of day
light. This day closes the business
upon which Paul came to Linden and
to morrow morning he will go back to
D~yersburg. He was slowly walking
along the street when a young man.
very handsome and with fair features,
overlook him. They exchanged greet
ings and walked on together. This
tall. handsome young man was Mr..
Karl Addison whom he had met and
liked very much, within the last few
days. They were now nearing a mag
nifcent dwelling which stood stately
and grand q little back from the street,
looking very beautiful in the coming
darkness with its massive gateway and
pretty walks. This great house was
Karl Addison's home. And Karl beg
ged his new friend to go in with him.
Paul Antony could not we'll decline
this earnest entreaty and oon found
himself following the young man up
the gravelled walk. They assembled
the long stone steps and walked along
the corridor, then paused before a
wide doorway. Paul peered into the
dimly lit room with its low ceiling and
its long windows draped in folds Of
heavy crimson. The carpet was of
richly colored tapestry. On the low
mantle were some very rare vases. In
the centre of the room stood a buhl
table over which hung an elegant
chandelier which was burning dimly.
There was a faint perfume of wild
locust coming from within. As he
passed in his eyes fell on e. girl rather
c%rouching upon a wide velvet-cush-
Toned sofa. Her creamy draperies
chung about her plump form beauti
fully. Her face was bent forward and
resting on one tiny white hand. Her
soft blonde hair fell loose and half
curled over her shoulders. When she
looked up with a gentle child-like sur
prise Paul thought he saw the loveliest
face in all the world.
kathleen, my sister, this is my new
friend Nh. Paul Antony of Dyers-
burg"
Paul bowed to her with courtly
grace. He watched her with increas-
ing admiration. Her very movements
made music to him. Her smiles were
like sunshine. She was in every way
a fascinating creature. The converse
ton tended on pleasant and appropri-
ate subjects, and the three passed the
time very pleasantly, for a while then
Karl suggested that Kathleen play the
piano and sing some. "Play Over
The Waters, Kathleen, that is my
favorite of song" She yielded and
went to the piano. She looked over a
pile of worn music, found the desired
song and placed it on the piano. Her
dainty little fingers chased each other
over the keys of the sweet toned old
piano in a tender prelude. The song
began-her sweet vibrating voice filed
the room. The perfumed atmosphere
seemed intoxicated with that melo-
dious voice. Karl himself thought he
never had heard her sing with such a
soulful meaning. She sang on through
the song, so purely beautiful. When
the song died away, a murmur of
thanks burst from Paul Antony's lips.
He twisted his long, curled mustache
and his handsome dusky eyes sparkled
with intense admiration as Kathleen
turned from the piano and rested two
great, limpid, pale-blue eyes upon him
and put back her feathery golden hair
from her pretty baby face. But she
had a vague sense that her soul was
being drawn out, and she read so much
in the dark eyes of the handsome
stranger that she let hers drop quickly
and hid them with the long sweeping
lashes. While under the wild locust
blossoms at her corsage her heart gave
a leap and her pearly face flushed
pink. Paul Antony sat held, as it
were, by some s~orceress spell, under
the radiance of that fair face, feeling
less worthy and feeling the lack of
self control more than ever in his life
before. How he manages no one can
tell, but he must be going, and passes
out OF that lovely dwelling and down
h stone steps but not without an in