Bismarck daily tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1881-1916, 1912-06-27

by the branch, and when I reached the
pine trees their crisp needles, stirring
in the breeze, seemed singing some
blithesome air instead Of wailing
mournfully, as they had done the even
ing previous. l saw her little rose
garden and, picking the only flower
then in bloom, hid it away beneath my
waistcoat. There was an impassioned
picturesQueness in the unkept lawn,
and out of the cedar and underbrush I
might have expected to see some dryad
come. l found the bridge by the path
Miss Ellen had pointed out and for
an hour sat reclining upon its ivy
colored arch conjuring up such scenes
as l imagined had been enacted here
when its owners lived in affluence and
when women in silks and satin and
powdered hair sat in the oaken dining
hall and danced the stately minuet on
rich carpets and under many lights.
In my mental vision l thought saw
one with the features of Miss Ellen
who glided past all others and stood in
gay colored brocade waiting to be
wooed like q princess. The picture
faded, and I saw the real Ellen, none
the less regal, but in place Of the scorn
the other wore upon her lips there was
q gentle patience. and about her form
there hung simple cotton gown more
beautiful than the stately gown woven
In my dream picture. I must have
been asleep, then, after all, l thought,
looking at my watch, for it was past
the time when she told me to be back.
Hurrying home the way I came,
found them seated at the breakfast
table, and pleaded guilty to an early
morning nap among the woods.
"And your dream2" she asked, as If
reading what was in my mind.
"Was of a beautiful woman clad In
Silks" said, "and she stood in an old
hall waiting for prince to come"
"Ah, what a sad awakeningv she
said, laughing sweetly.
But wait until I tell you of the
change that came Ger the spirit Of my
Dream" I added.
"And 1 will some day show you the
first scene Of your picture" she said
softly.
"And the last partT'
II do not know what it is, and you
have not told me-"
But I will some day, and" looking
into her deep brown eyes and almost
speaking in whisper, II like it better
than the first portion of my picture"
did not see Miss Ellen alone again
that day. Squire Hawkins called in
the afternoon and stayed to dinner.
He was kindly looking man, not over
fifty, should say, and he wore pros
porous air, and he seemed to me to
have seen a good deal of the world.
Miss Ellen did not play for US that
evening, for she and the squire took
long walk in the moonlight, and when
she came home she went to her room,
only stopping to say good night as she
passed US on the porch. The squire
stayed awhile longer and entertained
US with stories Of his university days
in Germany. where he had been edu-
Gated He seemed to treat Miss Ellen
when he was with her in such gen.
tie, fatherly way that I laughed at the
Idle gossip that had heard about his
counting her. enjoyed his company
and laughed heartily over his stories.
which were good and we'll told. He
had some good cigars, which Bud and
l enjoyed, but the colonel would not
smoke one. for he said they would up.
set his nerves and make him "hanker
after the feshpots of Egypt" The
squire tried to banter him out Of his
resolution, but the colonel was obdu.
rate and stuck to the pipe.