The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1902-09-26
His Lady Of Dreams
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BY Susan Sayer Yarmouth.
MISREPRESENTATION


G HE came suddenly into his sight,
y dispelling his brown study and in
terrupting his pipe. She stood be-
yond the table, beside the door, tall
and slight, in white gown that
chung to her arms and shoulders and
rounded waist, and swept about her
feet in heavy folds. A cross swung
from her neck by long silver chain.
and she wore broad-brimmed hat
with q gauzy white veil, so her face
was in shadow. She leaned slightly
toward Ashe as he clutched the arms
OF his big chair and sat forward IN
-amazement.
II am the Princess Constantia
.Gregorius," she said gently.
"Of-of Russian" he asked stupidity.
TRYING to fan away the haze OF to-
bacco smoke.
"There are other lands" she said
indifferently. "And not so far away"
"Great Caesar." he breathed, be-
wildered. and his pipe dropped from
his astonished fingers. With the
feeling that it was the only bond be-
tween him and nationality, he stopped
to pick IL up, and as he rose he
strrck his head sharply against the
corner of the library table. Dizzy
from the blow, he staggered to his
feet and looked toward the door
She was gone, as mysteriously as she
had come. He rushed blindly around
the table and across the room, STUN
bling over easy chairs and footstools
and sending q revolving bookcase
spinning round. The hall was bril-
liant after the smoky library, and i
was also empty. No trailing cow
had turned up the edges Of the rugs
nor could he hear any hurrying steps
on the polished stairs. He blinkes
at the sun pouring red and purple
through the painted window for
moment, and then turned back ant
sat down on the nearest chair. Goo
heavensi what dream. Who wa
she? What was her motive in az
pearing and announcing herself j
that royal way? And he hadn't see
her face. Well, if it was as prett
as her figure-oh. confound his head
and he was still feeling of IL gingerl
ton dazed to think of more tina
one thing at a time, when he hear
his friends cheerful whistle in tn
hall.
swell, old chap" said ThurstoI
coming in.
sPhew. but that pipe of yours is
fright, II we don't air this ROOF
before the mater gets into 1t, you
goose is cooked"
"why, what will she do?" cried tn
other, uncertainty.
you'll never get another bid Il
Sunday" said the first. THROWN
omen one of the windows. "Goe!
didn't realize how rank Cissic is &c
ting. Retire her. Billy. and get a
other. But say. what's the matte
old man? 1 left you composing
sonnet and going to sleep over
What's wrong?"
Ashe looked down at his maligns
pipe, and then up at his friend
SAY, do you suppose she though
Il was rank?" he asked.
"The mater?' said Thurston. pu
zled. "Shc hasn't been here alread
has she? If so. we'd better go BAT
tonight. Did she wake you upg'
mo, / just dreamed it," said q
owner OF the pipe, and began to &c
of his bump with frown OF pal
His friend looked at him for m
ment curiously. and then aimed
heavy leather cushion from the nes
eat Morris chair at him.
"wake up. you IDIOT" he sa
.This is no sleeping car" The id
parted the cushion.
"Dick, has your sister . fric
visiting herr" he inquired.
"No," said the other.
.Well. there was one here. .
way" pursued Ashe.
zone what?" demanded Thurston
zone princess" said the other.
most surveyed him in silence Tor
moment.
"Ashe, you're crazy!" he said
last. "Come out and take . walk.
Mr.. wilmerding Ashe was maxi
FOR himself a rather neat reputat
with readers Of current magaziI
a q writer Of clever little occasi
n verses. Among his friends at
club he was considered good
low. and they chose to assume y
somewhere he kept hidden away
person who wrote his verses
him. HI, mothers friends appro
q hin because he paid hss q