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CHAPTER ".
Continued.


over our old hOuse-Do brief task. for
IT contained thirty or more rooms and
was a maze 10 the uninitiated-I hur-
ried 10 bed. and was soon in the tor
mcnts Of the most chaotic dream
which has ever disturbed my brain.
beheld gorgeous barbaric palaces set
an delightful climes; professions OF
men magnificently apparelled. of /
which the principal figures displayed /
an amazing profusion OF Jewels; vast !
heaps OF gold coins OF strange mint /
age. quaint jars filed with precious /
stones which cleaned and sparkled; /
and dimly lighted vaults in which .
fierce men. bearded and turbanned. /
were inficting horrible indiEnities on /
defenceless women. strangling some
with bows and beheading others with
scimitars. These scenes We're pre-
scented TO my mind as in a phantas-
masoria. the last appearing SO intense
~ real i'm its horror that ! shrieked AZ
behold.ng ii. and rushing at a hideous
old Turk. who was firmly grasn.s,
the hair OF n kneeling girl while he
Swung his scimitar around the bet
ter 90 strike her neck. l awoiSc bathed
IN pcrspirauon. and was spared the
sciomechic encounter.
The church clock struck four. and
the glow En- the Eastern sky was as
yet lnt feeble / was intensely re-
liey,d 20 find myself once more in my
usual frame OF mind. amid my usual
surroundings Nly terror vanished on
opening my eyes and discovering my
situation. but the dream had made an
impression on my mind SO deep that 1
could not discngagc my thoughts from
Sc; neither could / ia any way account
Tor ii. 1 had never been subject 10
Onc.rodynia. nor had / recently read
or talked Of oriental macnihccncc and
barharity. 1 was powerlcss either TO
account for the dream or 10 dismiss
* from my mind.
After pondcring the matter for three
hours or more 1 arose. and dressing
myself with the same fastidious care
a. OH the previous day-a habit which
] had resolved 20 henceforth cultivate
II descended iD,o the bveakfast-room.
My father and uncle were standing
by Tie window engaged in earnest
conversation. and old John was busy
AT lis s.deboard My uncle az once
stepped towards me and seized my
hand. which he squeezed rather hard.
CT Than 1 considered necessary or com
Portable. and having, wished me good
moruil-. informed me that had beer
the subject OF his conversation Will
MY father.
Il ana afraid you find Holdenlurs
a very dun place when YOU can lin,
nothing more interesting 10 ;alk OF.
1 remarked.
'Not at ALL NOT at ALL" said uncl
San. "l viii tell you all about it be
fogc I leave"
"BrcaEfaSt is quite ready said N.
father. and we may as we'll have :
at once. although it wants some min
utes TO eight. Mrs. Truman VIII TAX
her breakfast in her room"
Al This we all three took our seat
a. The table.
why. Ernest. my boy. what ha
become of your color:" asked uncl
Sam. Yesterday you were a typic.
little Englishman. but this mornir
you appear rs bioodless as a Ne
York dude"
l related my dream. Uncle Sa
laughed immoderately at the recita
and pushing his chair somewhat furt
or from the table. swayed himself
and fro and rOared. My fathers fac
too. wore broad smile which mergl
into laugh as l proceeded.
Did you read the Arabian Night
just before you went TO bed.' L
father inquired.
A -
Sam, interrupting me as l was abo
10 reply; why. il he were in Londc
l should have said that he had be
TO the Alhambra. witnessed the ball
got drunk. and been locked up for I
night Ha. ha! I'd give a thousa
dollars. and sup on pork and cucu
bers for a month. If only l mig
dream that dream"
1T seems to please you. sam" $:
my father.
1t does. If 1 had not become
American. 1 would have exchanged
nationality for that Of Turkey or z
sia, my Christianity for Mohammed
ism. Boundless liberty and absol
despotism both appeal TO my tas
Besides. they are not so different
some people suppose; extremes m,
you know. The quasi-liberty enjoy
or the quaSi-despotism suffered
press it which way you wildly +
lishmen in England. would be into
able 10 me. By-the-by, I'm not
first Truman who has ren0unced
native nationality. am 1. Bob? Di,
that old ass of an alchemist. who 81