Fort Mill times. [volume] (Fort Mill, S.C.) 1892-current, 1914-05-28
him see them. How would you like
the scape-goat cooked this after

him see them. How would you like
the scape-goat cooked this after
noon?"
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 I born In
the patriarchal age." he groaned.
Dream No. 8. John fArbox. clothed
In nfne-foot blanket and wearing
No. 10 sandals. was seated at a low
table. etching upon . waxed tablet
with sort Of darning needle. He
worked fast and furiously, absorbed In
his task. But as he wrote he became
conscious OF 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 mt
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 watt
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-
lore. 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 Tarbo1 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 I 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 castle parapet.
lingering 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. love song,
which had just come to him. hovered
upon his lips.
But before he could At the first
word to the tune he became conscious
or 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 q 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 q 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 Ieop-
ardheart is expected back from the
Second Crusade this afternoon. but
she wants me to drop down this rose
to you. and IL you'll compose a martial
air In honor OF his return she'll get
you position about the castle. And.
John. she's ordered barbecue from
the butcher. and wonders whether you
think 1t 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 Antioch" he
shouted. Now you've made me for
get avary word ~ that