The Washington times., 1915-05-24
Tommy Barclay and ANITA STEWART

them. and of these three exceptionally
tall and imposing men Tommy was In
not a little awe. His host, however,
although he had none of his own.
seemed to understand small boys thor
ouehly. 1t 's possible that some time
in bis life he NAV have been a small
boy himself He did not patronlze
Tommy to talk down to him. He
treated him in an offhand. matter-of-
fact way. just as II Tommy had been
little smaller and the men servants
fewer Tommy would have sooner felt
at home. In time. however, Tommy
grew up to his surroundings. In time
It would seem to him natura! to eat In
a place as big as waiting-room In a
railroad station and to sleep In a bed
Il at might have contained a half a
dozen other small boys.
When dinner was over Tommy sat
on and ate nuts. while Barclay drank
coffee and smoked a cigar, At
o'clock the little boy went to bed 1t
was natural that he should feel little
sad and lonely with the unfamiliarity
OF everything. and that he should
have one dream after another.
But they we've all about the little
Amesbury girl.
He had been told that she had gone
to heaven. and 1t was of her in heaven
that he dreamed. He had never read
Dante or Milton. and the ideas that he
had about heaven were not very elab-
crate. He had picked them up here
End there frdO people with very little
Imagination.
The heaven that he dreamed about
wasn't n very big place. There was no
part Of 1t indeed that could not have
been contained within the arch of
theater II he derived his ideas Of il
from anything that he had really seen.
II was from a comic opera, IN which
there had been acrobatic men in green
tights and spangles, great arches paint
ed to look as II they were made Of gold
incrusted with jewels. lovely winged
maidens in diaphanous white clothes
who. suspended from the waist by long
wires, Tapped butterfly wings and ap-
peared to fly. The heaven of which he
had dreamed was like this, with many
other things mixed in. There was a
dog or two; there was at least one red
Indian with wings and many streets
paved with gold trees all made of gold
and silver and green enamel and jew
elry. There were many curious domCs-
tic touches. Right out in the middle of
a golden street he saw the little ArDes-
bury girl. sitting in little wooden
chair at a little wooden table and CIV
ing tea party to fairy no bigger
than your thumb. Again he saw her
robed in white. playing most enviably
upon a golden harp, and then she was
| playing in garden and had her lap q II
| full Of Jewels, and when she was tired
of these she simply got up and they all
| fell to the ground In a wonderful bright
shower. and she simply left them there,
and then he saw her in sort of a
celestial schoolroom. The blackboard
| had a wonderful carved and gided
| frame, just like the Van Dyke ror-
/ trait over the mantel in Mr.. Barclay $
| dining room. The little Ameshury glrl
| had silver desk and gold inkstand
and pen made OF ivory. and when sne
got tired of writing she simply let &c
OF the pen-handle and 1t went on writ
ing all by itself. There was no word In
| English or in all the languages spoken
| in heaven which that pen couldn't spell
1t never got hairs in It and It never
linked anybody's thumb and forefinger
The school teacher was the most beau.
tiful and charming angel imaginable
She had wings like a dove The piece
of chalk she drew with did not squeak
and she smiled so beautifully that you
simply couldn't help understanding
what she was driving at. She wa:
drawing a beautiful map. Tho upper
part Of 1t was heaven. She made 6
cross in heaven, and said in a bright
sweet voice: That Is where we are
Celestia that Is where we are having