The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1921-05-05
THE AWAKENING
BY GERTRUDE ALLEN.

90. ls2l. 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 visi-
bic, but It surely could not be time to
get UP.
A wave Of thankfulness swept over
her ut the thought that she was safe
ly in her own little white -and-pink bed
room and then she slipped back into
dreamland and found herself walking
along bro0kside, little buff spaniel
running In and out or the water be-
side her. rainbow arched the brook
and receded as she advanced. Sud
denly she heard an ominous growl.
which resolved itself into the rumble
OF n passing dray.
Rainbow in the morning, sailors
take warming" she repeated drowsily.
She was back in dreamland, where
d 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
spinning wheel, who seemed in
clined 70 speak when Rosamond be-
came aware that the hum Of the wheel
was really made by II street car two
blocks off.
She stretched laZily and smiled lit
tie, thinking sieepily OF the small
vhite-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 it's fra
glance. All, she could smell IL now,
though the apple tree had long since
disappeared.
She began To realize that il was
morning and time to wake up, and
then dOZed off once more. Now she
was in IL sleigh rapidly approaching II
vertical precipice, but on the very edge,
the catastrophe was averted by Ray
Randall. who suddenly appeared from
nowhere. remarking, Dreams always
60 by -eontraries."
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
lionairc.
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 bald
spot and he wore spectacles, the kind
with big, round lenses, and he was not
SLIM She had always thought OF him
rs 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 1t 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 white-and-pink room, a very
large and luxurious room room dee
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.
band, "dldn'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 10 that
rich widow, Mrs. Stevens. At one
time was almost jealous of him."
"And at one time," replied Rosa
mond, II almost thought did not even