The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1900-02-01

ne asked his name.
Both proprietor and stenographer
knew the man for q Javapese at Ba-
tavia, one Of their chief native i'm
porters.
"Are Mr.. Turbu and myself to speak
without an interpreter, Mr.. Maartens?"
inquired the American.
"He talks my tongue reasonably well,
Mr.. Cuscaden."
The American held out cordial hand
to the Javanese, addressing him in the
fine old tongue they speak at The
Hague. The Javanese extended, with
an indescribable motion of shyness and
fastidiousness, a long, dark, flexible
hand and closed his fingers about Mr..
Cuscaden's broad palm with tenacious
and electric grasp. A slight flush crept
over Mr.. Cuscaden's face, such as is no.
ticeable on the faces Of those who have
grasped battery. They all sat down
in silence, and the soft, deep eyes of
the Javanese remained fixed in scrutiny
of the merchant. Miss Warren waited
impatiently. Mr.. Meartens looked sur
prised. But Mr.. Cuscaden seemed in no
haste. He sighed once or twice and
leaned back in his chair.
"Miss Warren" said he, at length.
'there are surely some of these letters
you can answer without my dictation.
Kindly take them into your room and
do So"
The young stenographer left.
Then the American leaned forward
on his desk and looked the Javanese in
the eyes.
"weli?" said he, using the Dutch still.
"Thank you," responded the other,
employing the same tongue. but with
soft and mitigating accent, "for un-
derstanding me SO well. have crossed
the seas of the east and the seas of the
west and come this far way, and from
9 peaceful place, to sell you something
that you need"
"Well?"
"The trifies have sent you of aromat-
ic spice, they are nothing. They do to
make acquaintance with. But have
other business, sir. I am q merchant
Of another SORT"
$50? OF what sortT'
II have all manner Of dreams for
those who pay the price ask-dreams
Of joy and love, Of peace and beauty, Of
devotion and yet subtler things, the
names Of which you would not yet un-
derstand. can make you feel as If the
world was young again and the fauns
dancing on the hills; or can persuade
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than all the women Of the earth; or
can make you kneel beside an altar and
pray all the night through and never
weary, but send your soul from one
sky to another till It is added to the Sur
of Souls. But have many dreams
Pray let me know what you desire"
As he spoke, things concerning which
about which he had thought but DULY
comprehending naught, came to his un
derstanding like visions, and he saw
much that he had never seen, and
yearned for more than he could ever
| tell. Tremors of many sorts of Joy ran
through him, shaking him. Now his
feet danced among the flowers Of spring
at dawn-time, on some mountain of the
south; now he sailed with great sail,
along a summer sea, mottled like thu
mother Of pearl; now he swung the in
cense boat and felt his soul mounting
in mystic symbols to gates of porphyry'
now he was drunk with the light Of
some luscious woman's eyes.
"Will you buyT' asked the Javanese
smiling tenderly. He laid his satin
soft prehensile hand upon Cuscaden's.
"Why not?" asked the other.
(which ones will suit you best?"
"Two not excessive ones-a dream O.
God and a dream of wife. Make then
beautiful but not fanatical. woult
not support too much ecstacy, If 70,
please. Later-another time-perhap,
I'VE shall see. But now only these.twt
temperate things"
sand the paymentT
Tomorrow. Call at one"
The Javanese arose.
Farewell"
"And when shall these dreams b.
mine?" .s y.
"They are yours. advance them
Seel"
The door opened, and Miss warre,
entered. Her face was still pale and he
lips dropped slightly. She looked a
her employer with troubled. patien
eyes,"
"IIave not the dreams come? :?
breathed the Javanese.
John Cuscaden turned and beheld up
on the face of the woman look Of ut
most truth and loveliness; in her eye
was the message from God which goo'
women hold for memento Of their des
tiny. And the face was lovely with
great loveliness.
II shall light the fires upon my heart
stone in the name Of God," said Johl
Cuscaden. and he opened the door TO
the Javanese.
"A marvellous man, Miss Warren"
"A strange man, indeed, Mr.. Cusca
den. think it is he who imports you
spices from Batavia, is 1t not r.
why, yes, believe 1t is. But he ha
a greater vocation than that. He Is
merchant of Dreams"
II beg your pardonT
"Nay, another time, Miss Warren
and you shall understand. Now. shal
we work together? 1t is sweet to wor1
together, is it not r'-Chicago Tribune
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