The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1903-01-24
HIS LADY OF DREAMS

! as ne A4steneu TO his verse mis-
! quotea spy fair, fatterers; he retained
that serene attitude Of mind while he
shook hands with Mrs. Foster, and not
one minute longer. For beyond Mrs.
roster, standing just outside the ring
OF llght from tall lamp, was the Lady
OF MS dreams, with her white gown
that chung to her shoulders and round
waist, and fared with heavy folds at
her feet. This time she wore a. fan
on the long silver chain around her
neck, and she had no hat nor veil. SO
Ashe sould see that she was regarding
MN with the frankest interest from a
pair Of most attractive brown eyes.
he flushed with surprise, and his re-
marks to Mrs. Foster died on his lips.
She was not dream, then, his prin-
cess! A sudden recollection Of the
check from the Hundred Years" made
him warm,' and as corollary came the
realization Of his narrow escape from
the Society Of Psychic Research-good
heavens!
Meanwhile Mrs. Foster was saying
graciously, $50 good Of you to come,
Mr.. Ashe, and not to forget your old
friends, now you are such a celeb
rity. And to reward you, l am going
to introduce you to very dear young
friend Of mine, Miss Gregory, who ad-
mires your poems so much"
And Ashe found himself before his
princess, while Mrs. Foster went on
fiuently, Constance, my dear, this is
Mr. Ashe," and turned to greet another
guest. All remnants of his self-p
session vanished at the sound Of the
names, and interrupting Miss Gregory 8
polite expressions Of delight at making
his acquaintance, Ashe asked abruptly
Are you a princessY
She opened her brown eyes wider
and looked at him in surprise.
"Do-do you believe in telepathy and
astral bodies? he went on after a
moments pause. "Or are you only a
dreamw
Dear me-" said the girl. Mrs. Fos-
ter said you were so nice, and not
startling-that no one would know that
you were poet or anything else at all
awe-inspiring. and here you have called
me three alarming names in as many
minutes. Is this poetic license, Mr..
| ASLEEP
"Did you really mind Cissy LOTUS ?''
he asked anxiously. you see, she's
my favorite pipe, but she's rather old,
and I'm afraid she's little too strong
to be pleasant to strangers. But I
didn't expect you, you know, when you
came in so suddenly"
The girls face was gravely puzzled,
| but her eyes looked amused. I'm
afraid Mrs. Foster has a mistaken idea
Of you," she said with a shake Of her
head.
where do you live?" inquired Ashe.
when you are not in a dream, you
know-when you are not in the Thurs
toms library?"
We'll" said Miss Gregory, II am re-
lieved. l am glad to find that l can
at last take an intelligent interest in
the conversation. The Thurston's H.
brary-isn't it a fascinating placer?
you weren't in it long enough to
find out" objected Ashe. And do YOU
think it was quite kind Of you to make
me bump my head|
Long enough! I've spent hours In
the Thurston's library" said the girl
in mock indignation. "And l never
made you bump your head"
"Well, perhaps not consciously" ad-
mitted Ashe, 'but it was under your
SPELL" Miss Gregory looked at him
with smile beginning to show at the
corners of her mouth.
you are certainly casting spell
over me-" she said. Really, Mr.. Ashe,
don't know what you mean-Tm sure
l never had anything to do with your
humping your head, but I'm not sure
that it wouldn't do it good
"Cruel!'' said Ashe. "Well, since you
won't admit it, let's begin again. 1
am very glad to meet you, Miss Greg
DRY. Mrs. Foster is too good to me.
Do you know, your face is very famil-
iar--haven't l met you before?"
Mrs. Foster has been kind to me
too," replied Miss Gregory prettily.
mo, Mr.. Ashe, I'm sure that l should
not have forgotten it If we had met
before. My home is not in New York,
and l am not here very much. But I
have heard Of you often, from Mrs.
Foster, and the Thurstons in Norris
town, and, Of course, 1 have read your
verses"
How time must clamor at your doors
to be killedw said Ashe.
"Ah, now you are unkind to your
little brain-child" reproached the girl
You have been sufficiently overland
to even up accounts in mentioning them
at all, returned Ashe. There, you see
1 can do the proper; now, for heavens
sake, Miss Gregory, tell me If dream
ed of you, or saw you, that day at Dick
Thurston'sT The girl drew back.
II don't understand you," she said,
a little haughtily, and then she smiled
at his crestfallen face.
at can't be possible" insted Ashe.
F"Tha prinnnSS COnSto ntia Graporiuc-