The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1898-08-19

beyond the hills, beyond the plains, be-
You'd the clouds and out of sight. 1t was
as though they had never been.
When he recovered from his astonish-
ment, he found that he and his compan-
ion were travelling at marvellous rate,
though without any apparent effort.
His guide was inclined to silence, which
gave him an opportunity to look about
at his leisure. The stars were out, a
glorious multitude, and the landscape
was in deep shadow, its outlines only
being we'll defined. He felt sense Of
buoyancy, a consciousness of returning
youth, gayety Of spirits, a freedom
from all responsibility and lightness
Of heart which increased as they sped
on. At last, when this ecstatic state of
mind and body had reached its climax,
he cried out with an unsurpassed joy
BUSINESS which verged on hilarity, "s...l,
good fairy, am no longer q man, but
boy once more!"
Then we have reached the end Of
our journey" replied the spirit, and he
thought he detected certain sadness in
her tone. "Your wish is granted. We
have arrived"
With that she waved her wand over
his head three times, saying: "Au re-
voir shall leave you here for awhile.
BY and by will RETURN
Behold him, then, seated in an old
leather lined chair in a dingy room, a
students den.
81 must have been dreaming, he
said, with a start 81 thought was
married. and married to-ah, I fear
that will never be my good fortune
and that we had happy home, and q
little one. Bless me, but that was very
agreeable drean If could only hope
for SO much as that, think should
never ask for anything more.
On the desk lay an open letter. He
had just written it. The ink was hardly
dry. 81 suppose, he said to himself,
"that writing this letter must have sug-
gested the dream
He then read it over carefully, line by
line, word by word. By Jove, don t
believe I have courage to send it! She
has been very kind, sometimes more
than kind, but what right have I to i'm
the wife Of 81 poor man? Why should
she? She islnore than beautiful and can
command the best man that treads shoe
leather. She ought to have wealth and
can have it for the asking. Fool, fool
to think for a moment that such crea-
ture as Mildred Hewson would-come,
Tom Creighton, be mani Get down
to your level. You may deserve good
woman, but you want an angel and
can't get her,
In wild despair he tore the letter to
bits and threw it into the wastebasket
"There propose to Danish that
vision and attend to business-if lean -
He walked up and down his little
room like a Gagged lion, then took chair
by the fire and stirred the Goals until
the rebellious sparks flew over the car
pet and threatened a conhagration.
II wonder why we have hearts any.
way. A pound or two of cast iror
would serve better purpose. We arc
always falling in love with the wrong
woman know a dozen cases myself
and the result is we go all to pieces.
What's the good of life? It's farce q
comedy, tragedy a mistake. wish
to heaven I'd never been born.
II ran across that girl two years age
and have not been able to get rid of hel
face. 1t has haunted mo ever since. She
has been my torment, and it will end by
her being my destruction. can't have
her. and can't live without her. What
a fix for decent fellow to be inl Con
found the whole thing! I've a great
mind to emigrate to Australia or buy 6
ranch in central Africa and raise os
triches! Stay here in this gloomy hole
I can'tl I try to read-impossible. Hel
face is in front of me all the time.
take q long walk-no good. There she
is looking into my eyes. I believe if
were in the noon I should meet hel
round the corner. Why can t be strons
enough to Danish such stupid vagaries
Poor, wretched weakling, nothing bu
a slave, miserable, pitiable, drivelins
idiot
"By the way, what tiny feet she has
Cinderella's slipperl Pshawl 1t would
be too big for her. And those delicat,