Greene County herald. (Leakesville, Miss.) 1898-current, 1904-04-29
His Lady Of Dreams.
By SUSAN sAYRE YARMOUTH.

frankest interest from a pair of most
attractive brown eyes. He flushed with
surprise. and his remarks to Mrs. Fos-
ter died on his lips. She was not
dream, then, his princess A sudden
recollection of the check from the Hun
dred Years made him warm, and as
a corollary came the realization of
his narrow escape from the Society of
Pschic Research-good heavens!
Meanwhile Mrs. Foster was saying
graciously-
$50 good of you to come, Mr.. Ashe,
and not to forget Iour old friends, now
you are such celebrity. And to re-
ward you, l am going to introduce you
to a very dear young friend of mine,
Miss Gregory, who admires your poems
so much" And Ashe found himself
before his princess, while Mrs. Foster
went on fluently: Constance, my
dear, this is Mr.. Ashe," and turned to
his self-possession vanished at the
sound of the names, and interrupting
Miss Gregory's polite expressions of de-
light at making his acquaintance, Ashe
asked abruptly:
Are you a princess?"
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
moments pause. Cor are you only
dream?"
Dear mel" 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. Asher"
did you really mind Cissie Loftus?"
he asked anxiously You see, she's
my favorite pipe, but she's rather old,
and I'm afriad she's little too strong
to be pleasant to strangers. But l
didn't expect you, you know, when you
came in so suddenly"
The girls face was gravely puzzled,
but her eyes looked amused.
Il am afraid Mrs. Foster has mis-
taken idea of you" she said, with a
shake of her head.
Where do you liver inquired
Ashe. when you're not in a dream,
you know-when you are not in the
Thurston's library?"
WELL said Miss Gregory, 81 am re-
lieved. | am so glad to find that can
iv,%o -
the conversation. The Thurstons' Ii
brary-itn't it fascinating placer"
You weren't in it long enough to
find out" objected Ashe. And do you
think 1t was quite kind of yout 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 a spell
over me-" she said. Really, Mr..
Ashe, / don't know what you mean
I'm sure / never had anything to do
with your humping your head-but I'm
not sure that it would not do it good"
Cruel" cried Ashe. well, since
you won't admit it, let's begin again.
l 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 | met you before?"
Mrs. Foster has been kind to me.
too" returned Miss Gregory, prettily.
mo, Mr.. Ashe, I'm sure that l would
not have forgotten it if we had met be-
fore. My home is not in New York,
and | am not here very much. But l
have heard of you often from Mrs.
Foster, and the Thurstons in Norris
town, and of course | have read your
verses"
How time must clamor at your
doors to be killed." said Ashe.
"Ah, now you are unkind to your lit
tie brain children!" reproached the
girl.
You have been sufficiently overland
to even up accounts, in mentioning
them at ALL" returned Ashe. There,
you see, can do the proper; now, for
Heavens sake, Miss Gregory, tell me
if | dreamed of you, or saw you that
day at Dick Thurston's?"
The girl drew back.
Il don't understand you," she said,
little haughtily, and then she smiled at
his crestfallen face.
1T can't be possible!" insisted Ashe.
1.-The Princess Constantia Gregorius-
and l was ass enough to ask of what
Don't you know, Miss Gregory-dont
you realize that you are My Lady of
Dreams?'
az" said Miss Gregory your Lady
of-oh, Mr. Ashe! Remember that |
am not a resident-not to the manor
born, as it were. I'm just a country
cousin from Binghamton Do you
think it's nice to make fun of me?
Constantia Gregorius, indeed" She
laughed out, merry little laugh.
She comes from land nor near nor
far" said Ashe, guilty of the banality
of quoting his own verse. Miss Greg
DRY surveyed him with amusement.
This is too fine a frenzy for me-"
she announced. Aren't you hungry,
Mr.. Ashe? Sha'n't we go in and have
something to eat?"
Ashe followed her mechanically
Don't you sometimes wear. cross
on that chain? ?" he asked.
Sometimes, she answered, with
lifted eyebrows.
Weren't you in Morristown at the
Thurstons last September" he pur-
sued.
Yes. was in Morristown, but only
occasionally at the Thurstons!" she re-
turned.
Then you did walk into the library
one Sunday afternoon and tell me you
were the Princess Constantia Gregg
RUS" he said positive