Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1903-08-15
HIS LADY OF DREAMS.
BY SUSAN SAYRE YARMOUTH.


She came suddenly into his sight, dis
ielling his brown study and interruptinc
his pipe. She stood beyond the table, be-
side the door, tall and slight, in II white
gown that chung to her arms and shout
ders and rounded waist, and swept about
her feet in heavy folds. A cross swung
from her neck by long silver chain. and
she wore a broad-brimmed hat with a
gauzy white veil. so her face was in
shadow She leaned slightly toward
Ashe rs he clutched the arms of his big
chair and sat forward in amaze,nent
II am the Princess COnstantia GRECO
RUS" she said gently.
"Of--of RusSa?' he asked stupidity,
trying to fan away the haze of tobacco
smoke.
There are other lands" she said mdif-
ferently. And not SO far away
Great Caesar" he breathed. hpwil-
astoniShed fingers. With the feeling that
il was the only hond between him and
nationality, he stopped to pick it up,
aud as he rose he struck his head sharp
~ against the corner of the library table.
Dizzy from the blow. he staggered to his
feet and looked towards the door. She
was gone, AS mysteriouSly as she had
come. He rushed hlindly around the
table and across the room, stumbling
over easy chairs and footstools, and
sending a revolving bookcase spinning
round. The hall was brilliant after the
smoky library. and ii was also empty
No trailing gowns had turned up the
edges of the rugs, nor could he hear any
| hurrNing steps on the polished stairs. He
| hliuked at the sun pouring red and purple
| through the painted window for mo
ment. and then turned back and sat
| down on the nearest chair. Good
| heavens, what a dream, Who was shcr
| What was her motive in appearing and
announcing herself in that royal way?
| And he hadn't seen her face, Well. If
| ii was rs pretty as her hgure---oh. con
! found his head, and he was still feeling
of il gingerly. too dlzed To think of more
than one thing at time, when he heard
| his friends cheerful whistle in the hall.
| well, old chap" said ThurSton, COM
Ing in. "phew, but that pipe of yours is
a fright. Ii we don't air this room be-
Tore the mater gets into it, your goose
is cooked"
Why. what will she do?" acquired the
other, uncertainty
| You'll never get another bid for Sun
| day, said the first. throwing open one of
| the windows. Tee. didn't realize
| how rank CisSic is getting. Retire her,
ihllN and get another. But, say, what's
the matter, old man: l left you compo>-
!ng sonnet and going to sleep over it.
| What's wrong"
| -NShc looked down AT his malirned nine
and then mp AT his friend.
Say. do you suppose she thought II
was rank he asked.
Ihe mater:' said ThurSton. puzzled.
She hasn't been here already. has She
Il So we'd better 30 back tonight. Did
Sh" wake Yen up"
NO. l Just dreamed it," said the owner
OF the pipe. and began Ia feel of his
| pump WIN a frown of pain. His friend
'""Aeu az hlm for moment CuriouSly
ami then aimed Il heavy leather cushion
from the nearest Morris chair at him.
AXE up, you idiot" he said. This
II no sleeping car" The idiot parried
the cushion. i'''''0
Dick. has your sister friend visiting
herr he inquired.
No, said the other.
Well. there was one in here. any
way. pursued AShe.
One what, demanded ThurStop.
Tine princes, yaid the other His
host surveyed him in silence for a mo,
ment. ''' =" mo
go. "A>he, you're crazy" he said at last.
Tome ont aud take walk
hhn'rulng AShe was making for him
Se'I rather neat reputation with readers
OF current magazines as a writer of ciey
~ ~ NIUE occasional verses. Among his
friends nj his clubs he was considerad a
Eood fellow. and they chose to ASSUME
that somewhere he kept hidden away Inc
person who wrote his verses for him
ms mothers friends approved of him be.
SduSt ne paid his calls, and he was chief
y famous with the young ladies of his
rather general acquaintance as a mastrr
u Tue arts Of Welsh rarehitry and badi-