The daily banner., 1919-08-28

day after I'd dropped it, and the
Soldier Boy fastened it more firmly
to my arm. The wind must have
blown it loose said they.
by the way, things do certainly
grow in their sleep, whether they
sleep by day or by night. 1t just
seems all things are sort of pushed
out of the Dream World into this otl
er world. Sort-of deep idea-eh.
That Dream World, it's just chock :
full, not only of things that have
been but of things that are going to
be. And if you want to bring your
dreams true in this world, you've go5
! to help push, and if you believe haTJ
enough and work hard enough, you'll
do it whether you're a vegetable o.
a person" And the ScarecroW
chuckled.
THAT was the happiest night OF
my life when, for the first time, ny
real self sat beside the Silver Maide1
on the silver bench of dreams. Their
came a time when the silver Iigh1
went back and back from me. Al
| last, one night I was left all dark.
every day the little soldiers of the
Oh1ICo oI0IOo ONAOO4 No4 NOA IA LIZ
worked in the garden.
E'The Soldier Boy, too, went away,
and the Golden Girl sat on the bench
very quietly in the sunset and in the
purple twilight, with shadows anu
dew in her eyes.
But my Moon Maiden came back.
And she told me that, ever SO often,
she must go upon long mysterious
ND NIL nf Yicif
but that she would leave me her
shadow sister, Faith, to comfort me.
l never saw Faith, but she used to
sing to me in the voice of silence
about the lovely land where the Moon
Maid lived, and she used to bring me
beautiful dreams when she touched
my eyes with her soft hand. She
brought me a dream Of the Soldier
Boy, and always when the Golden
Girl sat on the bench 1 could see him
there beside her.
IT wanted to tell the Golden Cir
about it; for knew, somehow, that
it must just be that way with her
and the Soldier Boy as with me and
the Moon Maiden, and that he would
come again from that long journey.
One drowsy noon 1 was able to
speak to her, just as I'm speaking to
you, in a dream. 1t comforted her
very much, and the sunbeams came
back to her eyes. l showed her the
Soldier Boys real self beside her.
Oh! It's a grand and glorious
world" said the Scarecrow a lit
tie huskily.
Isn't the garden looking fine?
he said briskly after a silence. "Just
L.
huted squashes, with their lovely
forms! But they're wonderful un-
der the light of my Moon Girl. Just
look at those red, red fruits on the
tomatoes. No wonder they're called
love apples. 1 heard the Old-old
Lady who comes here say that they
used to be called that. By the way,
she reminds me of the Garden Witch,
that little old great-grandmother.
Her cheeks are pink and her eyes
are a ay-green-brown mixture
and bright like stars for brightness!
She's very near to the Dream-World,
that little old lady. I do wish the
children of the School Garden Army
could see her! Perhaps they have!
Just look at those beans a-climb-
ing! Just look at those corn warrl-
ors in their golden plumesl
"D'yever see the garden in rain
storm? Oh, boy, some fun! Wind
Spirits with purple, streaming hair
and gray robes flying, and Rain
Fairies spreading their silvery skirts
and leaping and stamping their tink-
iy toes. Plants laughing and clap
ping their leaves! Gee, whiZ! And
the golden rain that turns the worlo
to greeny gold when the sun bursts
out. And rainbows! Rainbows
wherever you look! Some fine +
sight, believe mel"
(To be Continued.)
Copyright, 1879