The Bennington evening banner. (Bennington, Vt.) 19??-1961, 1905-08-01

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shsii hav. until you cry Tot mercy.
Come on
They made their way 90 the little
muslr rom Ear down the corridor. AMI
60 Sir-i-r's uuuii~fnbls delight they
found u quite deserted. Str-cicr tunnel
otii the lights and lighted two little rel
shaded candles on tie piano.
'Just right now for the nth no..
tune" be said ne be- surveyed the two
spots Il color Ia the gloom.
The giri ran her fiugcrs over the
keys. aud Stfcct.r drew a chair neat
bcr and sat down. She began 10 play
the nfih nccturne very softly. an1
sir,-icr. l"aning back comfortably
watched the pretty profile outlined
family by the candle light And rs be
listened 60 the rain beating against the
windows be realized the good that .
seemingly ~ wind had blown him.
The nocturne died away ne Il had b..
gun. very softly. and be- drew his chair
into the little circle ~ light.
The only trouble with that noe.
turne." he said gruvcly. is that. Ike
all things temporal. IL comes 90 an
end"
Are you fond OF thcm;" she asked
"I'll play another"
"Do you know" he said quickly. ~
have often dreamed Of some such stu.
alton as this"
"a long. drcary evening ut storm
bound summer resort" she laughed.
NO" he said seriously: "of n piano
and candles with little red shades an6
OF you playing nocturnes TO me like
this"
She began another nocturne. ever
more softly. that II might not inter
rupt their conversation.
Dreams very seldom come true
she said. And whether or not her tone
was hooking Streeter was at loss TO
decide.
He silently listened to the nocturnt
and studied the girls profile intently.
but the profile was noncommital. He
leaned forward in his chair and spoke
very softly.
1T was very pretty dream" he said,
zone of those intangible bits Of hap
piness that makes one loath to come
TO prosaic earth again. There was
one thing about those dreams, how.
ever quite different from this partial
realization"
"And what was that?" she asked.
"The piano and the little red shaded
candles-and-an you We're in my owD
house." he said.
The nocturne grew a trifle louder.
The girls glance was turned to the
other side Of the room.
"What presumptuous dream" she
said.
''Was it?' said Streeter meekly. ~
couldn't help dreaming it, you know"
There was long pause Then he
said slowly:
Perhaps it was presumptuous, YoU
see, / wasn't asleep when | dreamed
It."
The nociurne came to an abrupt end
ing. The girl rose from the piano.
You're not angry?" said Streeter in
alarm.
"N-no," she said.
"Then-then,' he began and halted
miserably. Tell me-" he said. do
dreams 90 by contrary"
The girl had reached the ,,oor. She
turned, ard even in the dim light he
could see the deep color in her cheeks.
"Not-not day dreams" she almost
whispered. GRANT OWEN