The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1918-10-31
THE DREAM SONG
Observation-Disclosures
Copyright, 1918, Western Newspaper UnionD
BY MILDRED WHITE.

sSOhy'bhts AoAos Wco<etu EstWbpupef thioh.B
Elizabeth left her place before the
typewriter on the Doctors desk to well
come a tlmld 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 all--away 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 q sweet memory OF grandm0th-
er's home In 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-
er had passed beyond that need. SO
the old homestead would be desolate
-forsaken.
Elizabeth supposed that the sale OF
tine property would barely cover a
well-remembered mortgage, after nec-
essary debts were paid. But today as
she returned from encouraging the
timId patient long envelope lay face
upward on the doctors desk. 1t was
addressed to herself and when Eliza
beth had perused its intricate word
ing she found this same old property
to be hers absolutely by grandmothers
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 ut
the written document and moved I'm
pulslvely toward the doctors private
office.
"You must let me CO." she told him
when he had read the paper. II want
to see what / can do with grandmoth-
er's old place"
'Ralse chickens and live by your
self?" laughingly queried the physi-
clan who had been her fathers
friend.
"Oh-do you think that could?"
she asked.
Later when she passed down the VII
lage street inquiring glances followed
her graceful figure. But Elizabeth was
all unaware. She was living again In
fancy the happy days in that square
old house ut 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 u passion Of longing for posses
sion, to live here, to have Il real
home. Some one would give her COM
panionship surely If she could but
keep the old place up.
GLOW could that be dOneg' she
asked herself wearlly, sinking into the
soft depths of one Of grandmothers
chairs. The dreams and longings of
that confident glrlhOod came poignant
iy back In the atmosphere Of grand
mothers home-the great house re-
paired and beautiful, the garden won
derful to see with sun-dlal and foun-
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
ElIznbeths fancles n mans figure had
hoyered. Must not every happy maid
en- have her lover? Elizabeth now had
forgotten the lover! All mt once her
typlng fingers were eager, inslstent TO
touch the piano keys. SO In the shad-
ows floated "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 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, glanclng about
absently as though still under spell,
obeyed.
When she turned around upon the
piano stool the strange man stood over
her searching her face excitedly.
"Your own compositlon?" he asked.
"Why yes" Elizabeth replied Won
derlng.
The mans tone was still abrupt.
"What will you take for it?"
T am afraid" Elizabeth replied,
"that I do not understand your mean
ing. or" she added. "whO you are"
The man laughed and his low laugh
ter had 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
visiting the town of my birth. Soon
return for my concert tour. In vain l
have searched for new melodies, sweet
haunting tunes to the themes / love.
Each writer dlsappolnts; his music Is
stereotyped. But yours tonlght-Ahl
yours y" The great singer smiled.
"If you would but sell that last ex-
qulslte fancy to me-" he said. You
might name an extravagant price"
Elizabeth stood before him, she was
trembling, but she laughed softly.