The silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1909-1925, 1921-01-15
The Pretty Dream
By MOLL1E MATHER
10. 1919. western Newspaper Union. }

sittT sue Nhs HlhTTleu, everyone lult
her so. Aunt Mlllicent In comfortable
complacence explained how light r0
mantle visions vanished In the reality
of sensible devotion, and surely NJ
husband had ever been more sensfbly
devoted than Tom. He was kindly
concerned In her health and her pleas
ures as well, and never too wrapt W
in business to refuse a sympathetic
ear. Yet, the visions" remained
Visions Of a green bordered road with
a lake blue and sparkling at Its foot
OF a summer there, the magic Of Its
moonlit nights. OF a crude, pictur-
esque cabin at the edge Of the wood
where young man labored over pos
sible inventions, bronze faced. dark
eyed young man with a smile of wom-
anly sweetness. and tender voice to
match the smile. Julie had been much
in this mans companionship. 1t was
her uncle who had whimsically intro
duced the two.
Stewart" he said, "thIs Is mod
ern maid of the cities; Julie. my friend
here was born q future Edison, but
he has not quite schisved--not yet"
After that the girl had seemed to
chance upon the unusual man every
wherein the wood where the trees
made a cathedral. on the banks of the
lake, where his little boat was har-
bOred-sometimes they would row to-
gether, sometimes talk idly as he ex-
planned and laughed with her about
his future inventions.
There were hearts. Julie was told
that had loved and lost where Stewart
Holmes was concerned. But the girl
smiled and went on to her fate
for Julie, too, learned to love the man
OF gentleness and charm. All at once
Tom Carter back In the city seemed a
crude being, on an endless quest for
mere dollars. Dollars won by hard
thinking and tireless action In big
concern In the city. Toms brief
notes proved to her his absorption In
mercenary pursuit. Dear julie" Tom
would scrawl-"Busy every minute !;
thinking Of you just the same, and
hoping you will hurry home from the
wilds."
And while Julie would crumple her
unsatisfactory letter, Stewart would
go on talking in his beautiful way, hint
ing sadly of what her return would
mean to him. Julie realized what II
was going to mean to her.
When Stewart made love to Julie
she longed wildly to break her engage
mant, and told him so. But even In
his disappointment Stewart was
thoughtful.
Take time to think 1t over. Jewell
he said.
Jewel was his name for her.
There will be plenty Of time to
think. I fear" he added sadly, and mo-
toned about the cabin toward his
many half-finished plans. 1t was then
that Aunt Millicent interceded regard
ing practical choice in husband
Stewart was their loved friend, she
said, but Tom was their choice. Stew
art himself settled the grievous ques-
ton. Julie had gone, near the time
of her departure, to meet her woed-
land lover on the bank of the lake, and
as the moon turned the waters TO
cleaning silver. Stewart tenderly
leaned toward her. while her hands
chung to his.
Goodnight and good-by, little
Jewel" the man said. ours has been
a pretty dream"
Later she told big Tom all about It.
Toms only answer was the repeated
urging that she set their marriage day.
As far as Julie could Judge, her sum.
mer romance troubled him not at all.
But as years passed, and Julie en-.
deavored to be worthy of her hus-
bands sensible devotion, the dream re-
manned to haunt her happiest hours.
Unconsciously she found herself con.
tinually comparing Toms good nature
with the other mans sympathetic I'M
Outstanding; Toms bluff ways with
the others tender, half uttered
thoughts. and she wondered IL from
that gifted mind some idea had not
gone out to enlighten world. She
wished, sometimes impatiently, that
Tom vas not SO commonplace In his
care for her; every physical comfort
was well supplied. Toms labors had
won him success. but still-her dream.
Then one day they motored to a dis
tant town. Tom had business there.
and Julie accompanied him. Halfway
on their journey they encountered en-
CINE trouble. The spot was strangely
familiar ohe--the shortcut through
the woods, a crude cabin near by.
"Tom." cried Julie, this Is where
| used to visit with Uncle five, six
years ago before we we're married.
You remember. Tom?" Her husband
nodded absently; he was examining
the cars engine. ''Now, II could And
some fellow TO help me-" he said. A
man came from the cabin.
I'm troublei" asked musical voice.
Tersely Tom explained.
Sorry | can't help you" Stewart
Holmes said, but am not much on
practical work. There's a garage at
tha