The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1900-01-20

graceful creature with opaque eyes, who
moved across the room with the motion
OF some sinu.us wild creature, and be-
hind him the Amsterdam correspondent
OF the house, whom both Mr.. Cuscaden
and Miss Warren had seen several times
before.
"Mr. Turbu desires 10 meet you, Mr..
Cuscaden," said the gentleman from
Amsterdam, "and he ventured to enter
without being announced. He did not
understand what your boy said when
he asked his name"
Both proprietor and stenographer
knew the man for Javanese at Ba-
tayia, 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 Jayanese extended, with
an indescribable motion of shyness and
fastidiousness, long, dark, flexible
hand and closed his fingers about Mr..
Cuscaden's broad palm with a 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.. Martens looked sur
prised. But Mr.. Cuscaden seemed in no
haste. lie 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.
"Well?" said he, using the Dutch still
THANK you," responded the other
employing the same tongue, but with
soft and mitigating accent, "for un.
Outstanding me so well. / have crossed
the seas of the east and the seas OF the
west and come this far way, and from
a peaceful place, to sell you something
that you need"
"Well?"
"The trifles have sent you Of aromat
ic spice, they are nothing. They do to
make acquaintance with. But / have
other business, sir. / am a merchant
OF another sort"
$50? or what sort?"
II am a merchant OF dreams"
81 have all manner of dreams fol
those who pay the price i 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 l can persuade
you quite that one woman is sweeter
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
of Souls. But / have many dreams.
Pray let me know what you desire"
AS he spoke, things concerning which
the American had never thought, OF
about which he had thought but duly
comprehendng naught, came TO his an
Outstanding like visions, and he saw
much that he had never seen, and
Il r.. ~ 4 Il
tell. Tremors OF many sorts of JOY ran
through him, shaking him. Now his
feet danced among the flowers of spring,
az dawn-time. on some mountain Of the
south; now he sailed with great sails
along a summer sea, notified like the
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 buy?" asked the Javanese,
smiling tenderly. lie laid his satin.
soft prehensile hand upon Cuscaden's.
"Why not?" asked the other.
(Which ones will suit you best?"
1.-TWO not excessive ones--a dream OF
hpN anu ~ uitdli VI WIZ Mdkt luGH
beautiful but not fanatical. / would
not support too much ecstacy. IL you
please. Later-another time-perhaps
we shall see. But now only these two
temperate things"
And the payment?'
Tomorrow. Call az one"
The Javanese arose.
Farewell"
And when shall these dreams be
"They are yours. / advance them.
Sect"
The door opened. and Miss Warren
entered. Her face was still pale and her
lips dropped slightly. She looked al
her employer with troubled, patient
eyes"
"IIave not the dreams Gomez"
breathed the Javanese.
John Cuscaden turned and beheld up.
on the face of the woman a look OF ut.
most truth and loneliness; in her eyes