The Saint Paul globe., 1903-07-18
Copyright, 1868. by Daily Story Pub.

Copyright, 1868. by Daily Story Pub.
Co.
Jane Ware thirty years old, school
teacher in the primary grade of Aid
borough. spinster and orphan. had
dream. 1t was dream of purple hues.
shot with CLEANS of gold and suffced
with the glow Of roses. 1t abode with
her for many years in both walking and
sleeping hours, and she loved it dearly.
This dream was of Europe.
1t seemed to her that if she could
stand within the shadow of the old
palaces of the continent. watch the
dust rise from its older roads and lis
ten to the stranger speech about her.
life would have little else to offer The
dream changed its pattern. Some
times it held the many spires of Co
logne against blue sky: sometimes
1t was filled with the jagged SUBMITS
OF Swiss mountains: sometimes the
Campagna rolled way smooth AMI
dark before her eyes: sometimes she
stood upon the Coliseum's hoary walls,
mid the chief relics of all mighty
Rome. while the trees that grew along
the broken arches waved dark in the
blue midnight, and the stars shone
through rents or ruin. Jane Ware
knew her Manfred" which Is to say
that. faded and spinster. she had
much of romance lurking beneath her
| fiat bodice.
So. with the numerous. nameless
small economies which only decent
Spinsters know how to practice. the
turning of gowns and denial of car
rides. and scrimping of luncheons. she
saved and saved. 1t is strange how the
clippings and ShavingS from a salary
of even $50 a month will grow with
the years. if only the saver have the
fortitude of Spartan. She began
when twenty years old-When the
dream of Europe was five years old
and now at thirty she found herself
the owner ef $4,000 cash deposited to
her name in the Aldborough Savings
bank, concrete witness to the long
wearying. but splendid fight she had
fought 1t was to be given to her to
realize her dream. something that
comes to few of u.s. and she was happy.
Spring came. and with each vanish
ing day Europe drew nearer. Aldbor-
ough is one of those towns of 5000 peo-
pie in which everybody knows and is
interested in everybody's business, so
the dream of Jane Ware had been
common property for a decade. 1t
caused some merrinent at first, but
that ceased as the patient. meek figure
plodded to it's daily task and once a
month stole with light step into the
savings bank. Now all of the Aldbor-
ough citizens were glad because she
had won her battle. The old jocular,
mocking inquiry: Going to Asia this
year," was changed to: When do you
sail. Miss Jane?" to which she an
swered with a pleased flush and smile
that retained its plaintive girlhood
sweetness: In June, God wiling"
For the Lords sake. Miss Jane"
said John Wright. the mayor, don't
go personally conducted along with a
herd OF other humans. You buy q
ticket that entities you to go so far
and be fed three times a day, and they
rush you like you We're sheep bound
for market. Every other traveller
spots your gang as soon as it heaves
in sight, and they laugh at you and
make remarks about your being cat
tle-car crowd. You couldn't feel worse
if you were a band of convicts being
led about as horrible examples. tried
it once
4 shan't go that way" Jane said
q have been saving for a long time,
Mr.. Wright, aad | have money enough
TO spend six months there. I have