The Prescott daily news., 1908-02-25

hat the heroine of the piece lived in m attic chamber. all cobwebs and raft ITS, and fell asleep, and dreamed that she was princess by a fountain in a garden, and met there the prince waiting for her. After which, she woke md found herself in the attic, fountain md princess crown gone but the prince was still there among the cob webs and the rafters. It was Q charm ng little play and a true allegory of much true love, and for that reason Peleas and I had consented to have t given in our attic, where there would be room for IS or 20 of Lisa S friends to watch it. This was the man who had come, in that attic will 1erness, to set up the fairy fountain oy which the princess should meet the prince.
 At four o'clock Lisa and her friends came to rehearse for the fountain play. 1 saw them all safely above stairs, and then 1 slipped down to the kitchen, for l had fancy to send Mary up, when they were finished, with a tray of tea and jam and little cakes and bon-bons.
 I found that Mary had mraculously anticipated my wish and had already spread the sandwiches and opened the jam.
 Mary" l said as l arranged the bon bOns, it is still showing. Have you got your wish yet?"
 70 ma am" said Mary. Nom"
 She looked up at me suddenly I hardly know how l knew, but at once understood that her sad eyes spoke out one wish.
 "Who is it. Mary?" I asked on a sud den impulse. "Is it your sweetheart"
 Nom" said Mary soberly, its my l husband"
 Do you care to tell me, Nary" I asked, for one must live to be 70 be- | fore one learns that there is a sym pathy which transcends all false reti- cence and consists simply in holding out ones hand and listening to what some one else is longing to say. And then she told me of the trivial dispute | and the parting.
 "Is he dead, Mary?" I asked, laying the bon-bons on the dish.
 70, ma'am,' said Mary, Nom. But l don't know where he is. And he won't never forgive me- The pretty play was just over, and l the little maid, in her gown of gold with her gold hair about her shoulders, had just shyly answered the prince and sat with him on the rim of the fountain back in her attic-home, when l heard Mary coming up stairs with the tray of tea and tarts. She looked very pretty in her print gown, her sad eyes lighted by the faint excite ment of the moment. No sooner was she there than Lisa, who can coax be witchingly begged that we have tea down in my room. where there are a half dozen deep window-seats-fo the joy of dreams and tales.
 Peleas and l stayed behind-and as the cloud of Lisa's friends went in soft laughter down the attic stairs We turned, and fancied that the fairy tale had come true before our eyes.
 Between the dormer window and the ancient chest the fountain was still sparkling to the sun, as it had spark. led when the little mock princess had found her lover by its side. And where she had stood Mary stood now; and she was suddenly and unexplainably in the arms of that earnest young giant in blue clothes, whose magic had struck the fountain upward in the sun of our sombre attic.
 Mary" said the young giant brokenly; and then he saw us and tried to make us know all that the moment brought yelling to his heart. And Mary met our eyes, unashamed that his arms held her, and her hand was in his hand; and high above their heads in the late sun of afternoon sprang that magic fountain which he himself had brought from some place of the winter world.
 70, maam," said Mary, Tit was him I told you about. It was him meant. l says to him: It was you and he says to me: It was you, and they didn't neither of us have the sense to see that it wasn't neither him nor me, but just the way things naturally was"
 That's right" said the young giant huskily that's right. We didn't see"
 To Peleas and me. standing almost abashed in the presence of this great