The Calumet news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 1907-1938, 1913-02-05
THEIR DREAMS
CAME TRUE

the Clinden road. about quarter Of q
mile beyond here. oh. may trouble
you for my music roll She pointed
To the thicket. where the forgotten mu
sic roll was half hidden among tht
weeds.
The stranger assisted her into the
path, piloted her beyond the bulk OF
the machine and then returned TO the
thicket for the music roll. As he ex'
treated II he could not forbear seeing
the name engraved on little silver
plate under the strap.
He gave il to Rose and watched her
as she went along the path away from
the highroad. In which direction he
must go He did not know that the
shorter route To the Lewis home would
be TO follow the directions she had Civ
EN- him and return 10 the highway.
Rose wanted 10 be alone for awhile.
She wanted 10 still the beating OF her
heart and TO feel the telltalr flush fade
from her hot cheeks before she went
home. She turned around for nm in
slant. and then something happened
that added To her confusion and EN-
barrassment.
When the stranger had thrown away
the bits of absorbent cotton they had
chung TO the blackberry bushes like
tufts OF snow. Now. ms Rose turned
she saw two brds-a yellow warbler
and his soberly attired little mate
hover over the bushes and then dart
down and away with the bits Of cotton
in their beaks
Rose fairly ran until she reached n
quiet wood road that would take her
home. Ii had been the most exciting
day she had ever known. Ii seemed as
IL every incident had borne some sig
niticance because of her foolish dreams
Of magic horns and princes.
The man. Neal Hayden. was not I'M
moved by what had happened. Once
when he had been II little lad somebody
had sent him Il valentine. Ii pictured
n little girls sweet face peepng from
n bower of wild roses. and the picture
clung to him all through his boyhood
and youth until lie had come to believe
that when he found his ideal girl she
would have the face OF his valentine.
and she was always wreathed with
roses.
The suddenness of seeing the lovely
face Of Rose Lewis framed in the pink
bloom of wild roses had agitated him
for the moment. and then to learn frou,
the music roll that her name was Rose
set him to dreaming dreams of his own
as he slowly sought the services or the
blacksmith. He. too, had Redeemed rs
the yellow birds had stolen the bits OF
cotton from the bushes Every incl
dent had its significance for him also.
The next day there came big box
of pink roses addressed to Rose Lew
is, and inside was IIaydens card with
out an address. He expressed his
hone that Rose had suffered no III eff
fects from her encounter with the
thorns. Rose told the story to her
mother, and the roses occupied place
of honor on the piano. where Rose
found herself softly playing the plain
tive minor chord that sounded from
the horn of Haydcn's automobile.
often after that Rose heard the
sound of the horn rs the machine
whirled past her home. but several
months went by. and ms she never sa W
Neal HAYDEN again she forbade her
self to dream OF fairy princes and
magic horns and tried to forget the
incident which ut the time had seemed
so astonishing to her. But now, in
stead OF dreaming OF imaginary
princes. Rose found herself with Il
real flesh and blood hero. who invaded
her dreams and refused to he ban
ished.
Then came day when she went
with her cousins TO the big county
fair Here We're gathered many fash
ionable folks from the country estates
near by. and here were many men
from the city. Neal Hayden was
there, too. and when he saw Ros.
with the Drake Lewises. her cousins
he fairly few across the intervening
space and claimed instant friendship
with Drake Lewis. who had been his
| classmate at college.
After that it was only question OF
time before Neal Hayden dared con
fess his love for Drake Lewis little
| country cousin. All through that au
| tump. when the lane road was turning
to path OF crimson and gold. Hay
den was seeking for words In whicl
to tell his love. Then one day whei
the wind was shaking the leaves dow
in golden showers Rose walked In tn,
lane road and saw Neal Hayden com
ing toward her
She waited. looking loyelier than
ever In her white knitted coat an,
white wool cap. Just before they me-
the same breeze that sent her COLDER
hair In little wisps about her ear,
Shook n dogwood tree. and from tn,
branches there tumbled the cunningly
woven nest OF II yellow warbler
From 1t there futtered bits of whit,
cotton and shreds OF the blue paper
which Hayden had thrown away.
The empty nest fell to the grount
between them. and their eyes me
above it, and Neal suddenly wa,
aware that he need not say anything
His eyes had asked the question. her,