The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1907-08-16

to Box canyon, that greer sided cleft
in the mountain, with the brook lash
ing itself to white fury over the
bOulders at the bottom. She would
go up out Of the hot valley into its
cool freshness and it pleasant wood
smells, and there, in the SOftened
blue light of pine,hung glade, she
would rest, and let her fancy build
what heaven-reaching towers it would.
On some brown bed of pine-needles,
or on a friendly gray boulder close by
the waterSide, where she could give
her eyes to its flow and fOam and her
ears to its musiC,-musc like the
mufled tinkling of little silver bells in
the distance,-she would let herself
go out to her dream with the Joyous,
reckless abandon of falling water
It was commonly dream OF a youth
in doublet and hose, a plum ed cap,
and cloak of purple satin, who came
in the moonlight to the balcony OF his
love, and sighed his passion in tones
so moving that she thought an angel
must have yielded-as did the girl in
the balcony who had let down the
scarf to him. She already knew how
that girls heart must have fluttered at
the moment,-hOw she must have felt
that the hands were mad, wicked, I'm.
comfortable hands, no longer her own.
There was one place in the dream
that she managed not without some
! ingenuity. 1t had to be made plain
| that the lover under the window did
not come from long, siX-doored
| house, with a wife behind each door;
that this girl, pale in the moonlight,
with QuiCkening heart and rebelliOus
hands on the scarf, and arms that
| should open to him, was to be not only
his first wife but his last; that he
was never even to consider so much
as the possibility Of another, but was
to cleave unto her, and to love her
with a single heart for all the days Of
her life and his own.
There were various ways of bring.
| ing this circumstance forward. Usual
ly she had Brigham march on at the
head of his great family and counsel
the youth to take more wives in order
that he should be exalted in the King
dom. Whereupon the young man
would fold his love in his arms and
speak words Of scorn, in the same
thrilling manner that he spoke his
other words, for any eXaltation which
they two could not share alone. Brig
ham, at the head of his wives, would
then stink off, much abashed.
She had come naturally to see her
own face as the face of this happily
loved girl in the dream. She knew
no face for the youth. There was
none in AMAZON; not Jarom Tanner,
six feet three, who became a help
less grinning child in her presence;
nor Moroni Peterson, who became a
solemn and CHASTITY imbeciIe; nor
Ammaron Wright, son of the Bishop,
who had opened the dance Of the
Young Peoples Auxiliary with prayer,
and later tried to kiss her in a dark
corner of the room. So the face Of the
other person in her dream remained CT
an unknown heavenly beauty.
There was a young lady came a-tripping
along,
And at each side a servant-O,
And in each hand glass of wine
To drink with the Gypsy DavyO.
And will you fancy me, my dear,
And will you be my Honey-O?
l swear by the sword that hangs by my
side
You shall never want for money-O.
"Oh, yes, will fancy you, kind sir,
And will be your Honey-O,
If you swear by the sword that hangs by
your side
I shall never want for money-O."
The singer seemed to be making his
way slowly. Far up the trail, she had
one fieeting glimpse of man on a
horse, and then he was hid again in
the twilight of the pines. But the
music came nearer
Then she put on her high-heeled shoes,
All made Of Spanish leather-O,
And she put on her bonnie bonnie brown.
And they rode off together-O.
Soon after that, her lord came home
lnquiring for his lady-O,
When some of the servants made this re.
ply,
She's a-gone with the Gypsy-o.
Then saddle me my milk-white steed,
For the black is not so speedy-O,
And I'll ride all night and III ride all
day
Till overtake my lady-O."
She stood transfxed, something
within her responding to the hidden
singer, as she had once heard a closed
min