The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1921-03-18
THE AWAKENING
Hy GERTRUDE ALLEN.

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20. 1921. by Mcclure Newspaper syndicate.)
Rosamond was in that delightful
state which is neither sleeping nor
waking, and was vaguely aware that it
was morning, for the town was be-
coming vocal. A dim suspicion of
dawn made the windows family WISH
bic, but it surely could not be time to
get up.
A wave of thankfulness swept over
her at the thought that she was safe
~ in her own little white-and-pink bed
room, and then she slipped back into
Greenland and found herself walking
along brookside, little buff spaniel
running in and out of the water be-
side her. A rainbow arched the brook
and receded as she advanced. Sud-
denly she heard an orhinous growl.
which resolved itself into the rumble
of passing dray.
Rainbow in the morning, sailors
take warning" she repeated drowsily.
She was back in dreamland, where
a queer old woman sat rocking, sing
Ing in a raucous voice, "John Ander-
son, my Jo," and as she sang she
changed into lovely young girl with
a spinning wheel, who seemed In
clined to speak when Rosamond be-
came aware that the hum of the wheel
was really made by a street car two
blocks off.
She stretched lazily and smiled lit
tie, thinking Sleepily of the small
white -and-pink room-her very own
room-the 'apple blossom room"-so-
called because when the house was
built years and years before an apple
tree stood in front of the east window
Of the room, and In its Towering sea-
son filed the little room with its fra
GRANGE. All, she could smell it now,
though the apple tree had long since
disappeared.
She began to realize that it was
morning and time to wake up, and
then dOzed off once more. Now she
was in a sleigh rapidly approaching a
vertical precipice, but on the very edge,
the catastrophe was averted by Ray
Randall, who suddenly appeared from
nowhere, remarking, Dreams always
go by contraries."
Now she was really awake, but ly-
ing with closed eyes, trying to induce
another visit from Morpheus. She
was contentedly happy that she had
firmly resisted all the pressure brought
to bear upon her when she refused to
marry Mr.. Comstock, the aged mil
lfonaire.
At least he was aged according to
her standards. She was nineteen and
he was forty-four. To be sure, he
was tall, erect, elegant and learned,
but there were indications of a bald
spot, and he wore spectacles, the kind
with big, round lenses, and he was not
slim. She had always thought Of him
as one Of her fathers cronies, and
the idea of marrying him made her
SILVER.
Once more she dozed, and this time
was part of confused dream Of apple
blossoms and music, and Ray Randall,
and then she was suddenly wide
awake, thinking of Ray.
Poor? To be sure he was. Young?
Just twenty-four. Ambitious? Ger
tainly; he already had plans about
the United States senate. But she
was willing to wait, willing to work,
willing to efface herself, if only she
might do it for Ray. In the meantime
she had her own little white-and-pink
room-her sanctum sanctorum-her
haven in all times Of stress.
Suddenly she opened her eyes and
looked straight into the eyes Of Mr..
Burton Comstock. She was certainly
in a white-and-pink room, a very
large and luxurious room; room dec
Grated with apple blossoms, and Mr..
Comstock carried a wonderful branch
Of them in his hand.
my rose of the world" he said, "a
penny for your dreams; they surely
must have been pleasant ones"
"Yes, Burton, in room like this, no
other kind would be possible"
"And Rosamond," continued her hus-
baud, "didn't Ray Randall use to run
around in your set? see by the morn
ing paper that he has won the cleo
ton; and also his engagement to that
rich widow, Mrs. Stevens. At one
time was almost jealous of him."
sand at one time" replied Rosa
mond, 81 almost thought did not even
like you"