The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-03-27
her DREAMS GAME TRUE
BY DONALD ALLEN,


Copyright. Mcclure Newspaper syndicate.) !
Mrs. Matilda Fletcher was wash !,
ing windows, hopping the floors and
doing q general cleaning up for the
widow Perkins. Mrs. Fletcher was .
married woman who went out by the
day At dollar day.
Mrs. Perkins lived on q small in
come. and SO far a. the people Of the
town Of Mason had settled the mat
ter In their minds, she did not in
tend to marry again. She had been
asked time and time again by Mrs.
Shoemaker. Mrs. Schoneld, Mrs. Kirk
and others II she didn't feel it better
to take . husband to build the fire in
the morning.
III you were Mr.. Perkins up in
heaven and saw some other man
building the IRE and filling the tea.
kettle for breakfast wouldn't you be
mad about it," she had made answer.
After Mrs. Fletcher had stood on
chair for an hour and washed win
dows she entered the house. Mrs.
Perkins, would you be mad II l rested
my back for few minutes?"
why, Of course not"
Ever since that California earth
quake l have felt a weakness in the
knees and back. It was the jar, l
suppose, though ! did not wake up.
Are you affected by earthquakes"
Not In the least. The only thing
that affects me is my dreams"
You don't say? Do you have bad
dreams?'
Sometimes, and sometimes very
happy ones. You clean house for the
Widower Jackson every Saturday,
don't your"
81 do, and a nice man he is"
Mrs. Fletcher, II should tell you
something could you keep It to your
self"
"You ought to know, Mrs. Perkins,
| that am no blabber."
"Well, have dreamed that Mr..
Jackson rescued me from a ferocious
! bull, at the risk of his own life.
awoke calling him brave man."
Mrs. Perkins!"
"Then I dreamed that Elder Bas-
combe's horse ran away, and was
about to run over me when Mr.. Jack.
son caught him by the Bride"
did ever!"
"And was so weak in the knees
over my narrow escape that he had
to put his arms around me for few
minutes"
"And he was saying that he loved
your"
II think he was"
Good! Mrs. Perkins. you are q
widow and Mr.. jackson 10 widower.
Fate is trying to bring you together"
1T may be So" was the quiet re-
Spouse. do you suppose Mr.. Jack
son would be interested to know that
dreamed Of him."
Surely he would. It Is great
compliment to a man to be dreamed
Of by a woman"
"You could manage 1t somehow to
tell him that had dreamed of him?''
II could. He 10 quite . man for
mysteries"
III you could manage 1t, Mrs.
Fletcher and say that I have told nc
one but you, and be sure to remem
Der what he says"
II can"
my COW is getting rather old, and
my brother over in York Is going to
send me another. and l will give the
old one to you"
MAY heaven bless you! I shall
bring it about or die in the attempt"
Mrs. Fletcher swept and busted and
baked bread for the widower on Sat
urday, as usual, and after her days
work was done she FASTENED to the
house of Mrs. Perkins.
II told him. explained Mrs
Fletcher as she entered the house
II found out that he believed II
dreams, and I went at 1t and told hin
all that you had told me-"
"And what did he say?"
HE heard me all through and ther
says: Mrs. Fletcher, there's much II
Dreams
"'There surely is, SIR says /.
"Tt wouldn't be so queer II ! shoult
dream about her
"'Not so very queer, SIR That
what he said, Mrs. Perkins-the yer!
words, and he said them kindly"
Every we'll, Mrs. Fletcher. Just a
soon as the new COW comes you shall
drive the old one home"
There were two things Mrs. Fetch
er wanted right bad. She wanted u
help out the widow. and she wante'
that COW. She knew II was an oil
COW, and that her milking days wer'
over. and that the best thing abou
her was her hy-switcher, but !
would be the first COW she eve
owned. Mrs. Fletcher was born Will
q gift Of CAB and imagination. ant
she had related that dream with sucl
JUNCTION and dramatic effect that ]
lifted the widower on his heels. A
any rate he appeared at the Widow
: Perkins house before midday.
"T think want to borrow you
garden rake-I think do"
"why, with the greatest pleasure.
was the reply.
"And II don't want to borro'
YOUR garden rake I sure do want Z
talk about dreams"
. "Oh, dear me! Did that foolisl
Mrs. Fletcher 60 and tell you abou
my dreams?"
"She did, widow"