Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1896-04-11

ringing that Cosmo Waynnete was reused
at last He found himself suddenly stand
ing on his feet. with his hand clutching
the back Of the chair in which he had been
sitting before the fire)swhen the rays of
the setting sun had set long ago, and the
room was dark. for. It was lighted now
only by the embers of the burnt-out fire;
and the electric bell was ringing steadily
as though the man outside the door had
re Tbsn c to wak Wa1 the en s'eeRsrs
again; and he knew where he was once
more-not In Japan, not in Persia not in
Lisbon. not in Sleepy Hollow, but here in
new ns.w &c YORK; IN his own room. before his
admitted his friend. Bshl stuyvesant.
1t isn't dinner time, Is it?'' he asked.
I'm not late, am 1? The fact is, I've been
1t Is so good of you to confess that"
ms friend answered. laughing; although
the length of time you kept me waiting
ana ringing might have led me to suspect
II. NO. you are not late and it is not din
ner tlme I've come around to have an
eih s Chat with you before dinner. that's
Take this chair, old man." said Cos
mo no a. as ne threw another hickory stick on
the fire. Then he lighted the gas and sat
down by the side of his friend.
This chair is comfortable. for a fact"
HStuyVesant declared, stretching himself out
eAAoooiS. NO WOuUST you went TO
sleep. What did you dream of?-strange
places you had seen in your travels or the
homely scenes of your native land?"
Waynf1ete looked at his friend for a mo-
ment without answering the question He
was startled as he recalled the extraordi-
nary series of & iventures which had fallen
to his lot since he had fixed his gaze on
the crystal ball. 1t seemed to him as
tnough he had been whirled through space
and through time
suppose every man is always the hero
of his own Dreams" he began, doubtfully.
''Of course" his friend returned; 'in
sleep our natural and healthy egotism is
absolutely unrestrained. 1t doesn't make
any matter where the scene Is laid, or
whether the play is a comedy or a tragedy
the dreamer has always the center Of the
stage with the calcium light turned full on
him."
That's just It." Waynflete went on. This
dream of mine makes me feel as If were
an actor. and as Il 1 had been playing
many parts, one after the other, in the
sWiftest succession. They are not familiar
to me, and yet 1 confess to a vague feeling
of Lnoriginality. 1t is as though 1 was a
p!ag.ar!st of adventure-if that be q posi-
BILE suppostion. 1 have just gone through
these startling situations myself. and yet
I'm sure that they have all of them hap
pened before-although, perhaps not to
any one man. Indeed, no one man could
have had all these adventures Of mine. be-
cause see now that l have been whjsked
III ouSH tne centuries ana across the nem-
spheres with suddenness possible only
IN dreams. Yet all my experiences seem
somehow second hand and not really my
own"
picked up here and there-lke your brio
a-brac?' suggested Stuyvesant. But what
are these allurins adventures of yours that
stretched through the ages ard across the
continents?"
Then, knowing how fond his friend was
CT solving mysteries and how proud he was
of his skill in this art, COSmo Waynf1ete
narrated his dream as it has been set down
in these pages.
When he had made an end, Paul Stuyve-
SAINTS first remark was: I'm sorry 1 hap
pened along just then and walked you up
before you had time to get married."