Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-04-03

reproachfully on
her friend; ''of
course / do. She was a serious.
rather eerie little creature. with quite
nimbus OF golden-brown hair about her
head, and an eager delicately shaped
face. which, however was so dominated
by her great eyes that. like some flowers.
she seemed to be nothing but eyes. Look
ing at her, one might we'll believe that if
there were any ghosts about. or any spirit
faces in the wind Margot would see them.
Her friend Phoebe Somerset was a tall.
graceful girl, with dreams. too. in her
deep-brown eyes: but they were the
dreams this world can fulfill, and the
beauty of her exquisite face was the
beauty OF this word--if any beauty Is
really of this world. 1 mean that. where
as the beauty of little Margot's face was
the beauty Of fairy. or spirit the
beauty of Phoebe Somerset was the
beauty of a beautiful woman of this and
no other planet. Her brown hair was
very thick and glossy on her head, but 1t
was just beautiful human hair. and 1t
made no strange light about her head as
Marquis did. and her regular features
and creamy skin and laughing red lips
were all, so to say, concretely beautiful
without being In the least mys, CIRCUS She
was as demonstrably beautiful as a rose.
and her face might have seemed little
characterless. but for its look Of excep-
tional intelligence. and the observant
elves of humor that lived in her eyes and
at the corners of her mouth.
Fancy your asking me such question
OF course dor' Margot said
Well, i don't. you know. Margot.'
You pretend you don't-cr. perhaps'
YOU think you don't. like lots of other
people But in your heart you do"
II wonder if do" said Phoebe musing-
~. Well she added presently. you're
going to laugh at me. but 1 certainly
had quite an amusing dream last night.
and / can't help thinking about it. You.
little wise woman shall tell me what it
means
was swimming"
.'Oh. that's a good dream" Margot
eagerly interrupted. swimming il great
coed fortune-any dream book will tell
you that. But. go on
Yes, was swimming. and swimming
with wonderful ease and pleasure. shall
never forget the joyousness of 1t. the
happy sense of power had. L swan just
as easily as a bird flies. swan on and on
with indescribable citation. 1t seemed to
me could never tire. ard that had only
10 wish TO swim anywhere and any dis
lance J wanted. First l remember that
was swimming in river wi h the green
est Of grassy banks and the brightest
rippIing water Then l seemed to have
come to a great harbor. and was SWIM
ming in and out among the keels of enor-
nous ships; and next / was right out to
sea. I shall never forget how blue and
fresh the water was, and how the sun
shone and how wonderfully lonely it was.
and yet how perfectly safe l felt. l re-
member the sun setting and the moon
rising while I still swan on and on till
It seemed I fell asleep somewhere in that
sea I remember waking up for mo-
ment lazily opening one eye. and dream
ily seeing the stars above me. and feeling
my body swaying luxuriously In the heav
ing water. Then / rested back into 1t
again and when l next awoke the sun
had risen and there, a little way off. was
an island all white sand and palms. and
swan to IL. and presently big breaker
carried me like shell and laid me upon
the beach. sat uD and looked around.
The trees were not palms. as l had
thought I had never seen any trees quite
like them. All can remember of them
was that they were wonderfully green.
and that they were clustered thick with
shining leaves. Also they seemed filled with
invisible birds. which made the whole is
land ring with their songs l have never
imagined anything so perfectly happy as
the sound Of these birds singing out there
in the middle of the sea. There seemed
to be nothing the island but the trees
and the birds. Not another living thing.
except myself. Presently / stood up and.
Just a little afraid. walked over the sand
up among the trees. And there streamed
out from the trees fragrance of such
sweetness that / can no more describe 1t
than l can describe the sweet singing of
the birds soft breeze blew like a
happy sigh over the island. and as 1t
passed among the trees the hidden birds