The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1909-06-24
The Reverie


ton. He also discovered a pair OF
at him and a quizical smile dimpling
the features of an exceedingly pretty
young woman
He quickly crossed the car and
seated himself by her side.
81 have come five stations too far"
he said. as he took her hand.
81 thought you were going too fa-,"
she said, laughing quietly. "And your
face! Why, you seemed to be in a
trance"
Il guess ! was. | was thinking of
something, and even now | am not
collected enough to know whether
had dozed away and was dreaming. or
whether | was-what shall | sSy?-
dopy!"
And the dream-or dope as you
call it?"
"It's too long to relate now. 1t
might interest you, though. If"
Surely. Some other time. Say to-
morrow EVENING""
81 shall be delighted"
Come in time for dinner"
He left the train at the next sta
tion.
The next evening they sat in a cozy
oarlor in an uptown apartment house.
\ pause followed half hours conver-
sation on commonplace matters.
And now" she said, suggestively,
now will we have the recital of your
wanderings in the subway train?"
He laughed lightly.
II was just thinking OF that" he
said. 81 was wondering how to start
ny story. | guess had better begin
where | boarded the train. Will you
stop me when l begin to bore?"
you won't be tiresome-you never
we're"
He smiled at the naive compliment.
Bridge" he began. There was a jam
" people, but | managed to find
seat at the window. | remember men
ALLY commenting on the terrible roar
n the subway and its probable effect
lpon the hearing organs Of New
gone before there was a silence that
seemed to reach out and out, over a
Teat distance of land. And when
was out of the subway fields and
iills stretched before me and the
onger / saw them the more familiar
hey became. A long, dusty road
:limbed knobby hill and, somehow
{ was driving over this 70 :, as real
nd likelife as am sitting lere.
my mind was transformed. Busi-
1ess cares were brushed away as dust
> brushed from picture frame or
1antelpiece. The tinkle of ccwbells
I the distance lost their metallic
lank and sounded sweet and musi-
h-the vespers of the farm land.
'.As / drove up the hill knew that
the hollow on the other side I'd find
great, rambling white house. On
.e summit drew rein, searched with
y eyes the long veranda and saw
ri in a white dress. She waved at
Ne. | was to drive her to n dance
bout six miles across country. Does
ot this strike you as being most I'M
raasonably rambling?"
The young woman, who was listen
g intently. started, dropped a fan
it'll which she had been toying, re-
,vered herself ard smiled.
Not at ALL" she said. please go
T."
II can't go on alone, for the little
ri with the white dress is now with
e. you know. We made good time to
e house, where the dance was held.
was a beautiful ride. too, through
20 lines of ambitious katy-d.ds and
Ter night insects. ! remember VIC
!ked about the habit of some birds
d insects singing only at night. The
\ in the white dress set me to think
by remarking that night time
emed to be swcetly sorrowful, and
was the best time for song. | re-
II that / thought about 1t at the
ne and remembered that it was true
ut there was more singing in the
enirg than any otse- part Of tho
y.
Well it was or'y minute C: tvo
til we were in tAe farmhouse dane.
:. laughing, enjoying ourselves.
)mehow | don't remember of having
ard laughter that meant as much as
at heard at a country dance.
"And the music-you know there
Tsnt much to that music; just two
dies and bass fiddle saving away,
somehow there was lightning in
We danced, the little girl in white
d. Her cheeks and lips we're glow.
and her eyes seemed to have stol.
the glow from TIE lamps. Once
curl on her mead touched nay cheek.
why, ] cant begin to tel you Low
i it all was.
Then came the rice oye- tie star,
road with the wild crab apple
,,ssoms scattering incense before US
II the night birds singing in har.
my with the song in my heart. The
,on dropped lower and lower to.
I'd the fringe OF trees on the ridge