The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1912-02-19
A DREAM OF DREAMS

have never minded falling IL !
were only conscious that l had done
by best to accomplish the end toward
which ! had In the beginning turned
my face. But to want a thing and
not even dare to work for IL: to sit
idly by and watch others run the race
you long TO run, or, worse still. 10
have others pass by as worthless that
for which you would give your dear
est possession; all this Is the sitting
OF a croppled beggar In the shadows
and watching others skipping and
dancing and laughing in the fair sun
shine where grow the lovely things
of life.
But there Is one thing that even n
beggar can do. and that is-dream.
And this dream may last for years
contentedly. since there has been no
hope of realization. But. let the
knowledge come that there would be
a possibility of realization-that with
a little work. a little effort. and the
way made. oh. so easy-just let this
knowledge come together with the
surety that this same pet dream OF
yours will in days close by, be not
dream but n fact for some OF those
woh dare work out in the sunshine
while you sit in the shadows-then
Is the beggar indeed with the dream
that is the airiest OF airy phantoms.
This dream OF mine has endured
ever since my mind was old enough to
conjure up the spirits OF the old world.
Long before printed words meant
thoughts. pictures aided in cunning
and fantastic fashioning OF my dream
world. where all my life ! have lived
happily and realistically. but at times
with longing so intese as to give my
world OF fancy a local habitation and
name
And so tonight dream.
A south breeze lifting the yellow
madras curtains at the windows OF the
brown study. but il comes from the
land of dreams and watts on its breath
the sweet. fresh salt OF the sea. And
the roar of the city is like the sound
OF many waters with the rhymic throb
OF a good ship sailing. n spray OF white
lace foam spreads fanlike in her wake
The brown and cream-tinted walls
fade-the little study lamp with the
red shade waivers. dsnces. then van
ishes into space and in it's stead a
rose cloud hovers where the walls
have been and from its heart dnfolds
the vision OF thirty-one red-letter days
There are happy faces and merry
laughter. the queer and fascinating ex-
perience OF landing and custom house
demands are quickly passed by and
these across the walls unroll the ro-
mantle panorama of Old England.
Beautiful low green hills swell in the
distance. Oh. see, Over there is a
real English lane winding placidly be-
meath the trees and a truly cottage
snuggled I'm the garden. matched roof
and all. How soft and sweet every
thing is! Green-green. everywhere
green, yet subdued even in the sun
light. for perpetual canopy OF clouds
hangs over all. On and on the pic
lures float in the air.
Here a ting roadside inn hangs on:
its quaint old sign: there a majestic
ok lifts its mighty arms in suppl.
cation. ] pass through a little vii.
lage. Hark! the curfew is tolling.
but yonder the light CLEAN. They
throw a great reflection on the sky,
LOndon-the Golfer OF treasures.
Picture after picture follow each
other. But I recall one and live II
and dream it again. | stand in the
tower OF London. The huge stone
battlements. fifteen feet thick. what
stories they could tell. The dream