The Glenwood post., 1917-04-07
Her Dream

especially fairy stories, and when
things turn out rather disappointing
and "unstorylike" 1 like to fix them
over so that everything ends up beau
tifully and the sad people "llve happily
ever after" This story really did
turn out that way, and it seems to me
that the real story is just as nice us
the dream story of mine.
In our church there was woman of
about twenty-seven years Of age who
was the leader of our young peoples
choir. Although she was twenty-seven
she seemed quite young to us, and we
called her Miss Winifred. I think
she Is just about the incest person in
the world and I used to wonder why
every man in our town wasn't Just
crazy about her and why they didn't
all break their hearts and be bachelors
forever because she wouldn't marry
them.
One day I found out about it. q
mean l found out why she never mar
ried them, not why they weren't all
bachelors.) 1t was because, years ago,
when she was eighteen years old,
she loved a young doctor whom she
had known all through her highschool
course. People say that they were en-
gagged and that he finally broke the
engagement, after she had grown to
h nd hn
plans for the future with him.
OF course she thought then that he
was the incest man in the world, but
he wasn't, and when she found out that
he had never loved her but had been
false all those years it seemed as
though she must have built tight wall
around her heart to keep 1t safe. I
guess she thought all men were just
about alike and that they would treat
a girls heart as mere plaything to
be cast aside when they had tired
of it.
And so for years she had devoted all
her time in unSeltishly doing good for
others and consequently in making
everyone love her more than ever.
Now this was the time my dreams
came in. Sometimes when the sermons
seemed pretty long and it seemed to
me rather uninteresting, 1 used to play
that she was a beautiful princess,
such as one often reads about, whom
a wicked ogre had confined In tower
so high and so strong that no one
could find an entrance, though all who
came near could hear beautiful sill
very voice floating down to them. And
everyone who chanced to hear this mel
ody ferl Immediately and violently in
love with her and was seized with
the desire to rescue her and win the
heart OF the maiden who sang thus
sweetly.
Then would always ind one prince
out of all the world who because Of his
brave, pure life could overcome and
conquer all sorts Of difficulties, fight
his way to her tower, obtain the key of
some secret door, and SO 'live happily
ever after"
Finally one day, when I had about
exhausted this subject and was look
ing around for somebody else who
would be interesting to make story
out of, the preacher introduced q
bishop who was to speak at special
meetings during the following week.
He was very interesting bishop in
deed, so interesting that l forgot to
think up another story.
That Sunday I thought Miss Wini-
fred looked lovelier and sang more
beautifully than ever before Every
one likes to hear Miss Winifred sing
because she seems to put her whole
self into her songs and every word
means such lot more when sung by
her than by anyone else. guess the
bishop agreed with me, because that
week was not the last time we saw
him. He kept coming again every once
in while.
One day he-left our town for the
last time, but he did not leave alone.
You see he had discovered the secret
key.
But there Is just one little sad
thing about this really truly dream
story Of mine, and that is me. We
have n new choir leader now. After
all I cannot be SO awfully sad, be-
cause I have had letter from Miss
Winifred saying that must come and
visit her soon and that although her
home Is not palace Of gold, silver,
precious stones or even marble or ma
hogany, yet she thinks it is nice one,
and she says the bishop is the dearest
man that ever lived and that she Is
the happiest person that ever lived.
Somehow have a feeling which is not