The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1914-04-21
She DREAMED DREAMS
BY BRYANT c. ROGERS.

death Of Amos Taylor's wife that he
sat on sawlog in his rail- yard one
+ day with Deacon Goodhue
Brother Amos" the deacon began.
there are reports about that you are
/ to take another wife"
Reports be darned!" replied the
| hearty widower.
'It is reported that you have select
! ed Miss Hannah Rathburn"
"The report lies, deacon!"
GA very estimable lady"
"She's an old maid!"
eyes, she has arrived at years Of
| discretion"
you mean years of Stiffness and
nominees"
Then if any one should ask Mrs.
Goodhue-?"
"She can tell them that I'm getting
along too well to want to marry any
woman on earth. l can cook, sweep,
make bed, darn my own socks, and
patch my own trousers, and what do
/ want to get married again for?"
Mrs. George Ross. widow of the late
| George ROSS, the Village carpenter,
| had been widow about as long as
Amos Taylor had been a widower. A
| few people had wondered if she would
marry again, but no one had connect
ed her name with any widower.
1t came to the ears of Mrs. Ross
that the old maid Rathburn had set
her cap for Amos, and that Amos
seemed rather willing to be caught.
On the third day after the talk on
| the sawlog the widow Ross appeared
at the sawmill and found Amos stack
ing lumber. He cheerfully left his job,
and as they sat down on plank she
said:
'Mr. Taylor, this is not business
call"
"No?
you may think it very silly one"
'T guess not"
Last night 1 dreamed that you fell
into the millpond here"
tive come mighty nigh it several
times lately"
"You were being swept over the
dam when-when-"
by thunder"
when Hannah Rathburn appeared.
She waved her hands and screamed.
1t seemed that she was about to faint
when she braced up ard plunged in to
your assistance"
"And was drowned herself?"
mo; she reached you and swan
ashore with you, and you were so
grateful that you Married her within
an hour"
Then | must have had all the
brains soaked out Of mel" he ex-
claimed as he pounded the plank with
his fist
II never did attach much signif-
canoe to Dreams said the widow as
she prepared to move off; ''but I
should take it from this that Hannah
is going to save your life in reality.
If she does your gratitude would"
1T would do nothing of the kind
If she saves it I'll give her the lumber
to build chicken coop, but she need
not expect anything further
Three or four days elapsed, and
then she repeated her call. Amos saw
her long distance down the road and
was ready to greet her.
"By George, but have you come to
tell me that you have been dreaming
again?'
Zone can't help what she dreams,
can she?" she smiled.
WAS it about Hanner?"
Eyes, poor girl. In my dreams last
night I saw her save your life again.
Surely her thoughts must be on you"
"She can think and be darned, but
how did the dream go?"
you were walking across a field
with your hands under your coat-tails
and your eyes watching the clouds.
Suddenly precipice yawned at your
feet. You did not see your danger
Three steps more and you would be
dashed to the rocks a thousand feet
below. At that critical moment a
voice cried out:
Hold, Amos-back, my love!"
"And backed?" asked Amos.
you did,
And it was Hammer that hollered az
me-"
1T was. She not only shouted at
you, but dashed forward and grabbed
you by the coat-tails and hauled you
back from the brink Of DEATH
1.-THE brink of mud puddlei Did
l marry her AGAIN."
you did"
Then I ought to be kicked, even if
it was dream. Do you f1gger that
it's Hammers thinking of me all the
time that makes you dream?"
Poor, poor Hannah." was the tri-
butte of the widow as she turned home
ward.
When four days had passed without
another call at the sawmill Amos ap-
peared on Mrs. Ross doorsteps. On
being invited in he almost whispered:
ANY more dreams?"
you have a water jug at the saw
mill, haven't your"
Yes
"A lot of potato bugs which had
been eating Paris green might crawl
into it and poison the water If the
cork was left out?''
"And If you were about to drink
and Hannah Rathburn suddenly ap-
peared and dashed the jug from your
hands?"
"Butted in again, cid she?"
"But poor Hannah couldn't stand by
and see you poison yourself"
Poor Hannah to Texas, This eve