The Climax-Madisonian. (Richmond, Madison County, Ky.) 1914-1917, 1915-11-24

They logged on Quite as Steadily az II
He Were Awake.
to music. grew so tender that the
roisterers at Wistar's or up at Merle
would never have recognized it. But
IL they could have heard him they
wouldn't have laughed The song
would have been like a little key I'M
locking the gates of childhood. Even
if the words had been unfamiliar to
them the sweet sounds would have ia
ken them back
After he had finished singing he-sat
very still. one hand holding the reins.
the other resting gently on the warm
little bundle at his side. But his
thoughts were far back in that distant
past where. because of his light heart.
he only dwelt on the golden spots
and his nature had many such. Then
he began to build some castles In that
dear. impossible. ever true country
where one may rear the most beauti-
full houses and have them ready to be
lived in In the wink of an eye; where
there are never any vexing questions
of rent or taxes and one doesn't have
to bother about gas or electricity (such
wonderful lighting system as they
have there, by the wayD. and there
are never any repairs to be made.
Perhaps a prosaically minded architect
would never have called Terry's dream
house castle. but such sober matter
of factness is not to be envied. Very
much happier are the people who live
In the clouds at times. though they do
have many tumble to earth, than the
ones who never see things through the
rose colored glasses of fancy, but plod
along in the dull light of common gray
ness.
Terry belonged to the first kind. and
because his mind was still full of the
nonsense he had uttered to his COM
| panion he began to build n beautiful
palace where the dreams of little chill
dren could come true. On every side
he could see their wishes written plain
| ly, sometimes in copybook writing.
sometimes in big print and sometimes
again in those funny. wavering, uphill
| lines that Santa Claus never fails to
| read And everywhere he could hear
merry laughter and shouts and the
sounds of scranbling. racing feet. II
| was a OCdolli L1G. CuuNhiCO
to himself. seeing it so distinctly. and
then. suddenly-very suddenly-just in
front of him, trifle at one side of the
road. stood a small. square house OF
the sort that your eminently practical
no-thought-of-be beauty contractor would
build. Terry's hand. reins and all
went to his eyes to clear the mist from
before them. Impossible, He knew
| the country as well as Danny and
Whitefoot. and he knew. too. that nc
such house stood there. The shanty
mems hut. the only human habitatioI
for miles. was still some distance of
He looked again sharply, convinced
| that in the darkeBing land some snow
covered tree had taken on the likeness
| to a building. And he was quite right
there was no house.
The bells smote the air sullenly and
soberly as the horses started once
more on their patient. even course
They did not merit the sharp Zap OF
the reins on their backs-they were
doing their best. Terry tried to go OF
with his dreams, but the thread OF
fancy. once broken, is hard to recover
| He caught bravely at it-there stood
the house again. square. squat. unpic-
turesque, with the low stable nj
one side connected by the covered