The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1914-05-21

loving, half plying and wholly mater
nal expression, one of the prettiest
women in the world. She was dressed.
like himself, in a blanket. only long
er, and her jet-black hair fell about
her shoulders,
john she said to him in a tongue
which was quite comprehensive,
though strange, here's a chance for
US to get a little bit ahead The proph-
ct Jeremiah says he can use a lamen-
tation every day except the Sabbath.
He says he has got tired of repeating
himself, and IL you have the goods. let
him see them. How would you like
the scape-goat cooked this after
noon?"
John Tarbox threw out his hand and
tipped the inkhorn over
Tell him to go to Jericho!" he
roared. Now you've put that proph-
ecy of mine clean out of my head"
He bowed his head among the tenn
pie columns. why wasn't l born In
the patriarchal age!" he groaned.
Dream No. g. John Tarbox, clothed
in a nine-foot blanket and wearing
No. 10 sandals, was seated at low
table, etching upon a waxed tablet
with sort of darning needle. He
worked fast and furiously, absorbed in
his task But as he wrote he became
conscious of a disturbing element In
the situation. He looked up, to see
beside him, wearing a half loving, half
plying and wholly maternal express
sion upon her face, one of the pretti-
est women imaginable. Her flowing
robe was girdled at the waist. and
her red hair was coiled gracefully at
the back of her head.
John dear" she said, in a partly
familiar language whose import, new
ertheless, was very clear to him,
"Cassius Caesars head slave is wait
ing in the atrius. Caesar says he wants
1000 more words about his Gallo
wars for his publisher before sunset
tomorrow, on the same terms as be-
fore, Caesar to supply all the material.
And Lucullus has sent us Is nightin-
gales tongues. which were left over
from his party last night. Would you
rather have them scalloped or en-
brochette?"
John Tarbox groaned in agony OF
soul.
Tell Caesar I've got etcher's
cramp," he answered. THE tongues?
o. can them! Now you've made me
forget what / was going to write
about"
He was alone. Every vestige of an
idea had left him. His stylus fell from
his hand.
20 Proserpine," he prayed. who
presidest over the destinies of NOR
tails, next time thou sendest me forth
from the Internal regions, send with
me woman who has the power to un-
derstand mel"
Dream No. 4. John Tarbox, dressed
in linen sack coat, with bare legs
somewhat mottled by the east wind,
was standing upon a castle parapet,
lingering a mandolin. His eyes were
directed toward a small barred win
dow, a few feet above his head, at
which the Countess Leopardheart oc-
casionally took the air. A love song
upon his lips.
But before he could fit the first
word to the tune he became conscious
of a disturbing element in the situa-
tion. At the barred window appear
ed the face, not of the Countess Leop-
ardheart, but of one Of the prettiest
women imaginable. She wore a half
loving, half plying and wholly ma
ternal expression upon her face, and
her long, amber-colored hair was held
high over her head with two tortoise
shell pins and bird cage.
John, DEAR" she said, in a tongue
which reminded him of the French
class that his wife used to attend, Il
just dropped in to see the countess,
and she says she hasn't time to come
to the window because Count Leop-
ardheart is expected back from the
Second Crusade this afternoon, but
she wants me to drop down this rose
to you, and if you'll compose martial
air in honor of his return she'll get
you a position about the castle. And,
John, she's ordered a barbecue from
the butcher, and wonders whether you
think it ought to be stuffed or not"
John Tarbox's mandolin fell from
his nerveless fingers, and the wind
blew icy cold about his knees.
Tell her to go to Antiochn' he
shouted. Now you've made me for
get every, word of that madrigal!"
He turned away. IF the heresy be
true of those who say that we come
more than once to BIRTH" he mused,
may obtain woman next time who
will understand mel" He stopped, for
a sudden light had come to him.
Haven't l met that woman some
where before?" he asked.
John Tarbox awoke. A strong odor
of turnips, which had waited into his
room from the region below, warned
him that supper time was at hand. He
looked around him daZed by the