The Goldfield news and weekly tribune. [volume] (Goldfield, Nev.) 1911-1947, 1918-12-14
THE DREAM SONG
BY WHITE.
copyrsht. 1918. Western Newspaper UniOn)


Copyright. 1918. Western Newspaper Union-)
Elizabeth left her place before the
typewriter on the doctors desk to wei
come a timid patient, who waited In
the doorway. But presently she was
back again, telephones and buzzers
seeming to call her on every side. And
one could not know that the girl who
responded so tirelessly and cheerfully
was longing in her very soul to be
away from 1t alf-awsy from the re-
cital of aches and pains, from the
hurry and noise Of the business world.
AS IL borne on a drifting breeze
came a sweet memory of grandmoth-
er's home in a country town. Her child
ish vacations had been spent there,
and Elizabeth had never forgotten the
magic Joy of those times. Some time
she had hoped to go back to brighten,
perhaps, her grandmother's declining
years, but word came that grandmoth-
err had passed beyond that need. SO
the old homestead would be desOlate
-forsaken.
Elizabeth supposed that the sale of
the property would barely owe a
aforementioned mortgage, after nee
essary debts were paid. But today as
she returned from encouraging the
timid patient a long envelope lay face
inward on the doctors desk. 1t was
addressed to herself and when Eliza
beth had perused it's intricate word
ing she found this same old property
to be hers absolutely by grandmother's
will.
There had been extra money, 1t ap-
peared. to meet those other demands.
Elizabeth, her dark eyes widening be-
meath the gold-brown hair, stared at
the written document and moved m
pulsively toward the doctors private
office.
"You must let me 60" she told him
when he had read the paper. Il want
to see what I a do with grandmoth-
er's old place."
"Raise chickens and live by your
self?" ~laughingly queried the physi-
clan who had been her fathers
friend.
"Oh-do you think that I couldf'
she asked.
Later when she passed down the vii
lage street inquiring glances followed
her graceful figure. But Elizabeth was
all She was living again In
fancy the happy days in that square
old house at the end Of the road.
But as she passed inside, regarding
all those familiar objects which were
now her own, into the girls heart
came a passion of longing for posses
sion, to live here, to have a real
home. Some one would give her COM
partnership surely If she could put
keep the old place up.
"How could that be done?' sne
asked herself YEARLY, sinking into the
soft depths of n of grandmothers
chairs. The dreams and longings or
that confident girlhoOd came poignant
ly back in the atmosphere OF grand
mothers hOme-the great Gus re-
paired and beautiful, the garden Won
derful to see with sun-dial and u
tain-as they used to be-and In
grandmother's drawing room, herself,
seated before the piano playing, com
posing the harmonies that had never
quite ceased singing themselves
through all her busy years.
In the background of the very young
Elizabeth's fancies a mans figure Ia
lowered. Must not every happy maid
en- have her lover? Elizabeth now mad
forgotten the lover! All at once her
typing fingers were eager, insistent to
touch the piano keys. So In the a
ows fioated q "SOng Without Words"
the unspoken dream, perhaps, which
had lain hidden so long in her heart.
Through the diamond panes the sun
turned the musicians hair to a golden
halo. On and on she played. When
her music had reached its last vibrant
note the man arose and unhesitatingly
passed into the room.
"Repeat that last passage" he COM
manded, and Elizabeth, glancing about
absently as though still under a SPELL
obeyed.
.Wnen Sne tuTueu dIouhu "poh 'NN
piano stool the strange man stood over
her searching her face excitedly.
"Your own compositiOn?' he asked.
"Why yes" Elizabeth replied Won
dering.
The mans tone was still abrupt.
"What will you take for It'll"
81 am afraid" Elizabeth replied,
shat / do not understand your mean
ing, or" she added, "who you are"
The man laughed and his low laugh
ter had a pleasing sound. "You must
overlook my intrusion and my abrupt
request" he said. Enthusiasm and the
Joy of discovery carried me away. The
name of Lawrence Barry may not be
unknown to you. Today / have been