The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1914-05-04

women in the world. She was dressed,
like himself, In a blanket, only long
or. and her jet-black hair fell about
her shoulders
John" she said to him in tongue
which was quite comprehensive
though strange, here's a chance LOT
us to get a little bit ahead. The propn-
ct Jeremiah says he can use lamen-
tation every day except the Sabbath.
He says he has got tired of repeating
himself, and if 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! ne
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 | born in
the patriarchal age" he groaned.
Dream No. 8. John Tarbox, clothed
in a nine-foot blanket and wearing
No. 10 sandals, was seated at low
table, etching upon waxed tablet
with a sort of darning needle. He
worked fast and furiously absorbed in
his task. But as he wrote Ne 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 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 mis- Gallo
wars for his publisher before sunset
tomorrow, on the same terms as be-
fore Caesar to supply all the material.
And LuclllQs has sent US Is nightin-
gales tongues. which were left over
from his - last night Would you
rather have them scalloped or en-
brochettc?"
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
presdest 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 met
Dream No A. John Tarbox, dressed
in linen sack coat, with bare legs
somewhat notified by the east wind
was standing upon castle parapet,
lingering a mandolin. His eyes were
directed toward a small barred win.
dow, few feet above his head, at
which the Countess Leopardheart oc.
casionally took the air. A love song
which had just come to him, lowered
upon his lips.
But before he could fit the first
word to the tune he became conscious
of disturbing element in the situa
ton. 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 halt
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 a bird cage.
John, dear" she said, in a tongue
which reminded him of the French
class that his wife used to attend, 81
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 a martha
air in honor Of his return she'll gel
you a position about the castle. And
John, she's ordered a barbecue from
the butcher, and wonders whether YOU
think 1t ought to be stuffed or not.
John Tarbox's mandolin fell from
his nerveess fingers, and the wine
blew icy cold about his knees.
Tell her to go to Antioch" h,
shouted. Now you've made me for
get every word of that madrigal!"
He turned away. IF the heresy b
true of those who say that We com
more than once to BIRTH" he museC
may | obtain woman next time VIII
will understand met He stopped, 70
a sudden light had come to hin
Haven't l met that woman som,
where before?" he asked.
John Tarbox awoke. A strong ode
of turnips, which had waited into h
room from the region below, warne
him that supper time was at hand. H
looked around him, dazed by til
strange experiences which he ha
undergone. Upon the cover of his pi
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