The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1900-06-22

the wall, feeling as If everything were
Keeling.
There was the trunk, tangible ant
| ponderable proof that I was in posses
sion of my senses, and I could not con-
| Wet myself of being asleep. AT last
| with the keys and the trunk, l went out
| to the old cashier, touched him respect
fully on the shoulder and asked, Mr.
Green, did you ever see this little trunk
in the safe?''
Mr.. Green had turned bis body me-
chanically towards me while his eyesstil
rested on the figures in front of him, be-
fore he transferred his attention from
his work to me. Then his genial smile
faded into a wild stare OF utter aston
ishment. He gazed with an awe-struck
gaze at what ! held, and although his
mouth dropped open, he was speeches.
for long minute.
Then he gasped: "See them? Those
are our old keys that have been lost for
forty years! See them No man in this
bank has put his eyes on them for all
that time, and how In the name of Won
der did they come to be in your hands?'
And he in turn began to rub his eyes
TO be sure that he was not dreaming
With face still pale, as If he had seen
a ghost, he told me that forty years ago,
when the bank was moved from the old
building on State street to this new one,
the keys, in the process Of moving, dis
appeared, and although the strictest
search was made, no glimpse of them
had ever been seen again by any one
connected with the bank until that day
when I appeared with them in my hands
In the bank.
The mystery had been given up as in
applicable,
Not a person except myself" said
Mr. Green, who had any office or duty
in that bank is alive now, and 1 have
not only not spoken of the affair, but
have not thought of it for twenty years.
1t is impossible that you could have
ever heard the faintest allusion to it.
Why did those keys appear to you in
dream?"
Mr.. Green's face grew sad as well as
solemn ooh, how / wish you had been
alive forty years ago to dream that
dream! I begin to think that it would
have saved a bright young life. Yes, 1t
was poor Dick Gardiner who was told to
take charge of them last He said that
he did not hear the order and could not
tell anything about the keys. He
searched with the others, but the keys
were not to be found and everything
bad to wait until some experts came
and made fresh set. There had been
something wrong about Dicks father,
and some of the bank officers suspected
Dick of knowing about the keys, or at
least Of having been a willing tool of
other people ! always believed him to
be as innocent as baby, and the presi-
dent would not exactly accuse him; he
only said it would be better If Dick
sought work elsewhere Poor Dick! his
mother and sister depended on him, and,
of course, after that employment was
hard to get,--and-and the end was the
river. And now you have found them"
/ heard these things for the very first
time. No one in my family or among
my friends or acquaintance had ever
known anything whatever about these
facts; we had lived in Blandford only
five years: so that I could not even in
infancy or childhood have listened to
any words that might have left on my
Hllnu an impression Wnlcn coul0 reap
pear in the visions of the night.
Were the keys originally lost, or mis-
laid, or stolen? Where had they been
during all those years Why did that
dream come to me rather than to any
one else?
I cannot answer these questions.
simply give the facts. I can offer no ex-
PLANTATION. There are many things In
this world that are hard to explain.