The Middleburgh post. (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, November 20, 1902, Image 2

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    MIDDLEBUEG POST.
WILLIAM AND MARY.
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mitlam fsieil on Wary Jane;
Longrd to toll her that her vyea
6hon ltk nunllt drotm of rain
Falling from enchanted titles.
But pour William. oant of nerva,
Sought In vain these thins to say;
ilrrfly managed to observe:
It la rather warm to-day."
M-iry Jane will ne'er unect
Whnt a wealth of rentiinent
iTlciurlt-hlns. tlisi.ite neglect.
In that trite remark was pent.
JTows ns mi,dfa.-t as the pole,
Thmish as timli r the May,
He 1st utterlnff from his soul.
When he says "It's warm to-day."
Villinm trie nnJ tries nc.iln;
liatlli'd In his I'liHiuenee;
Weary unite Is Mary Jane
Of ridiculous usieiise.
But men time. Just as of yore.
All his wits Krow dark atul dim.
William foela that he's a bore;
Mary quite ucrccs with him.
Washington Star.
His Lady of Dreams
I
""e ; .',. .r- : 5 v.- & it Vi -.i v'i- ;V- .r 3fc
By Susan Saycr Yarmouth.
the name of "My Lady of th Realm of you, or saw you, that day at Dick
of Dreams," and which would hae Thurston's?" , The pirl drew .back.
done credit to a much more ambitious ( "I don't understand you," she
poet than umy Atrne. .tn mm- sahi, a mtie naugnmy, ana then she
self thought rather well of them; he smiled at his crestfallen face.
felt that it in some way compensated "It can't be poKxlble!" insisted
for the nasty knock on the head lAthe. "The , rrincess Constantia
that the lady had been the means of Cregorius and I wan as enough to
giving1 htm, nnd that he hud turned ask of what! Don't you know. Miss
most perplexifig dream to very
good account. It was better than
taking it to the Society of Psychical
Research, which he had thought of do.
Vhea the butter won't
come put a penny in the
churn,' is an old time dairy
proverb. It Cucn seems to j
work though no one has ever
toia v.'iiy.
When mothers arc worried
FURNITURE.. ...
SHE rami' suddenly into his sight,
dispelling his brown study and in
terrupting his pipe. She stood be
yond tin- table, beside the door, tall
and slight, in a white gown that
clung to her nrins anil shoulders and
rounded waist, and swept about her
feet in heavy folds. A cross swung
from her neck by n long silver chain,
and she wore u broad-brimmed hat
with a gauzy while veil, so her face
was in shallow. She leaned slightly
toward Ashe ns he clutched the arms
'of his big chair and sat forward in
;aniaement.
"I am the 1'rincess Constantia
Cregorius," she said gently.
"Of of IJussin?" he asked stupidly,
trying to fan away the haze of to
bacco smoke.
"There are oilier lands," she said
indifferently. "And not so far awny."
"Great Caesar!" he breathed, be
wildered, and his pipe dropped from
'his astonished fin ire rs. With the
.feeling that it was the only bond be
tween him and rationality, he stooped
'to pick it up, and ns he rose he
struck his head sharply against the,
corner of the library table. Dizzy
from the blow, he staggered to his
feet and looked toward the door.
She was gone, as mysteriously as she
lad come. He rushed blindly around
.the table and across the room, stum
Ibling over easy chairs and footstools,
nnd sending a revolving bookcase
spinning round. The hall was bril
liant after the sinolcy library, and it
was also empty. ' trailing gown
nafl turned tip the edges of the rugs
nor could he hear any hurrying steps
on .iftie polished stairs, Ho blinked
tit the gtin pouring red nnd purple
through the pninted window for
moment, and then turned back and
sat down on the nearest chair. Good
heavens! what a dream! Who was
she? What was her motive in np.
rearing and announcing herself in
that royal way? And he hadn't seen
her face! Well, if it was as pretty
as her figure oh, confound his head!
and he was still feeling of it gingerly
too dazed to think of more than
one thing at a time, when he heard
his friends cheerful whistle in the
hall.
"Well, old chap," said Thurston,
coming in.
"I'hew! but that pipe of yotir's is a
fright! If we don't air this room
before the mater gets into it, your
goose is cooked!"
"Why, what will she do?" cried the
other, uncertainly.
"You'll never get another bid for
Sunday," said the first, throwing
open one of the windows, "(ice! I
didn't realize bow rank Cissie is get
ting, lletire her, Hilly, and get an
other. l!ut say, what's the matter
old man? I left you composing a
sonnet nnd going to sleep over it.
What's wrong?"
Ashe looked down at his maligned
pipe, and then up at his friend.
"Say, do you suppose she thought
it was rank?" he asked.
"The mater?" said Thurston, puz
zled. "She hasn't been here already,
has she? If so, we'd better go back
to-ni'lit. Did t-he wake you up?"
"No, I just dreamed it," said the
owner fpf the pipe, ami began to feel
of his bump with a frown of pain.
His friend looked at hitn for a mo
ment curiously, and then aimed a
hea'.y leather cushion from the near
eft Morris chair at him.
"Wake up, voti idiot!" he said.
"This is no bleeping car." Hie idiot
parried the cushion.
"Dick, has your sister a friend
visiting her?" he inquired.
"No," taid the other.
"Well, there was one here, any
way," pursued Ashe.
"On': what?" demanded Thurston.
"One princess," said the other. His
hoht Miruycd him In silence for a
ltioi:. nt
".;,l.e, you're, crazy!" he mid at
last, "('(line out and take a walk."
Mr. Wiliiicrdiu Aslie was making
for liiin-elf u rather neat reputation
with readers of current magazines
ns a v. tiler of clever little occasion
al v-r.-i-s. Among l.is friends at his
clu'j In: v.un considered a good fel
low, :u.d they chose to nshuuii that
coii.ev. 1,'Te he kept hidden away the
J;:r-.ri ho wrote, his verses for
Lini. His mother's friend approved
cf lii'ii beca'iM: he paid his calls,
end he v.a:i chiefly famous rith the
you r;g !adi" of hi rather general
tic'p.i.iit.-iiice, as a mauler f arts of
We!i!i rarebitry oud badinage. Hut
no oir; win prepared for tie almost
orici.tal beauty of his latent vemes,
wLi'h appeared in one of the best
fit ti.C month'. periodicals under
Gregory didn't you realize that you
are my 'Lady of Dreams ?
"I? said Miss Gregory "I your
J.ndy of oh, Mr. Ashe! Remember
ing in the vividness of his first Im- ihat I'm not a resident not to the
pression. but six months without manor born, ns it were. I'm just a
any further developments, waking or i country cousin from Binghamton.
sleeping, had dulled bis keen con- Do you think its nice to make f mi
fiction of Its psychic value. Mean-, of me? Constantia Gregorius, in- j (J0C3USC the children GO not
while a comfortable cheek from the ! deed!" She laughed out, a merrv i . . , .
magazine had seemed to take the , little laugh. g--1 Strength and flesh e
thing out of the province of psychic! "'She comes from a land nor near g-j,f rrjyc thcill ScottS ERlul
rescarch. nor far,'" said Ashe, guilty f ; . '
Ashe was a 'modest man, but not j the banality of quoting his own ; i ion.
too much to find a little lionizing j verses. Miss. Gregory surveyed him! t i-i .1 ,1(lnnv tL
quite to his taste, nnd he went to I with amusement. 11 13 ul I'-llIly " C
afternoon teas nnd cotillions with a "This is too fine a frenzy for me," . milk because it WOl'liS and
feeling that to-morrow would be ; she announced. "Aren't you hungry, 1 , .1 rmo,i;
someone else's day. and he must' Mr. Ashe? Shan't we go and hae bOCaUSC there IS Something
gather his roses wiiile he might. So 1 loniething to eat?" Ashe followed astonishing about it.
he entered Mrs. Foster's long draw- her mechanically. , ' C tf' F" 1 " ' ' 1
lug-room prepared to smile as he lis- J "Don't you sometimes wear i JCOltS lniUlSlOIl IS Simply
tened to his verses misquoted by cross on that chain," he asked. mU nf nnrY rrfl ;,.- n:i
41.. 1... ....4 .. 1 .....l 41,.,, I "K.itii.itiitinc " fell. iiiiuwrc(t with. I
fene attitude of mind while he shook 1 lifted eyebrows. I Wltll
hands with Mrs. Foster, nnd not one
Tlnirstrinn1 last Kenteiiiher? he nur-
I stomachs.
"Ves, I was in Morristown but QhMren to U naturaUy
only occasionally at the lhurstons, ,
she' returned. because " thev like the taste
If yon are iu ned of Furniture, Carpet ,
Mattings, Rugs, Oilcloth, Linoleum, w
Curtains, Wiuttuw SltaJ, Pit'turt'x, ami
Tl? 1. ' IV tl le
i iciu re i ra nits, give us a can. He
suit ynu in
can
some hypophosphites
minute longer. For beyond Mrs,
Foster, nnd standing just outside the
ring of light from 11 tall lamp, was
the lady of his dreams, with her white
gown that clung to her shoulders and
rounded waist, and ilared with heavy
folds nt her feet. This time she
wore a fan on the long silver chain
around her neck, and she had 110
hat nor veil, so Ashe could see that
she was regarding him with the
frankest interest from a pair of most
attractive brown eyes. He flushed
with surprise, and his remarks to
Mrs. Foster died on his lips. She was
not n dream, then, his princess! A
sudden recollection of the check from
the "Hundred Years" made him
warm, and as a corollary came the
realization of his narrow escape
from the Society of l'sychic l!e
scarch good heavens!
Meanwhile Mrs. Foster was saying
graciously, "So good of you to come,
Mr. Ashe, and not forget your old
friends, now you are such a celebrity.
And to reward you, I am going to in
troduce you to a very tlear young
friend of mine. Miss Gregory, who ad
mires your poems so much." And
Ashe found himself before his prin
cess, while Mrs. Foster went on
fluently, "Constance, my dear, this is
Mr, Ashe," and turned to greet an
other guest. All remnants of his
self-possession vanished nt tlm
sound of the names, and interrupt
ing Miss Gregory's polite expres
sions of delight at making his ac
quaintance, Ashe risked abruptly:
"Are you a princess?"
She opened her brown eyes wider
and looked at him in surprise,
- "Do do you believe in telepathy
nnd astral bodies?" he went on after
a moment's pause. "Or are you only
a dream?"
"Dear me!" ald the girl. "Mrs.
Foster said you were so nice, and
not stajfling that no one would
know that you were a poet or any
thing else awe-inspiring, and here you
have called mo three alarming names
in as many minutes. Is tl)is poetic
license. Mr. Ashe?'"
"Did you really mind Cissy I.oftus?"
lie asueil anxiously. lou see she s
my favorite pipe, but she's rather
old, and I'm afraid she's a little' too
strong to he pleasant to strangers.
Hut 1 didn't expect you, you know,
when you came In so suddenly."
The girl's face was gravely puz
zled, but her eyes looked amused.
"I'm afraid Mrs. Foster has a mis
taken idea of you," she said with a
shake of her head.
"Where do you live?" Inquired
Ashe. "When you are not in dreams,
you know when you are not in
Thurston's library."
"Well," said Miss Gregory. "I'm re
lieved. I am glad to find that I
can at last take an Intelligent in
terest in the conversation. The
Thurston's library isn't it a fasci
nating place?"
"You wern't in it long enough to
find out," objected Ashe. "And do
you think it was quite kind of yon
to make me bump my head?"
"Long enough! I've spent hours in
Thurstons' library," said the girl in
mock indignation. "And I never
made you bump your head."
"Well, perhaps not consciously,"
"Werent you in Morristown at the ocr,0:0H,, r, Jj;..fa
"Then you did walk into the library , rcmff1v
one Sunday afternoon nnd tell me,ana lnC remedy lakCS JUSt as
you were the 1'rincess Constantia' naturally tO the children bc
Gregorius," he said, positively. ... .1 1 . 1
"Mr. Ashe!" she said, reprovingly. ! CaUSC it IS SO perfectly adapted
"Have you n twin sister?" asked Jq their Wants.
Ashe, desperately. I TT 11 1 11 1
"I am all the daughters of my( 'or ail Weak and pale and
father's house," she said lightly, but t'nn children Scott's Emulsion
her eves were dancing ns she gave . ,. ,
him his chocolate. I is the most satisfactory treat-
"Don't you remember the painful mcnt,
taking ott or Supphiru. he inquired,
sternly.
Miss Gregory counted on her fin
gers. "A princess, Constantia
Gregorius, an astral body let 111c
see! a dream, and now a liar!" she
aid. "Oh, fie, Mr. Ashe!"
,"I have $30 that belongs to you,''
said Ashe, irrelevantly. t
"I beg your pardon?" said the girl,
blaikly.
"15y rights," asservated Ashe, with
a nod. "Half of what I got for that
poem, you know. I calculate that
my thought and labor are good fot
half, but you furnished the idea,
you see." Miss Gregory sat down
on the nearest chair and laughed
aloud. Ashe sipped his chocolate
meditatively nnd watched her.
"For n poet," she said nt last, "you
are most unexpectedly practical."
"When I've offered to share my in
come with a comparative stranger
a chimerical, elusive dream-lady nt
that?" he asked, raising his eye
brows. "I'm not sure about chimeras, but
I think they were monsters of some
kind," said the girl. "And your in
come is too small to be alluring, Mr.
Ashe. If you don't wish any more
of that chocolate, won't you have
something cold? Xo. Well, then
come back to Mrs. Foster. Fin afraid
you'll be borrowing money of me
next, to say nothing of the way in
which you are straining your poetic
fancy to find flattering names for
me." She took his cup and turned
away. Iteforb he could follow he
was seized upon nnd carried off in
triumph by some fair admirers, nnd
a quick glance buck showed him that
a fortunate elderly gentleman had
taken possession of her, so he re
signed himself to the inevitable, and
did not see her again until just as he
was leaving. lie had looked for her
to say good-by, but in vain, nnd Mrs.
Foster did not know where she had
hidden herself, so he was starting
off, disappointed, but resolved not
to let the thing drop, when her voice
stopped him with his hand on the
door.
"An revoir, Mr. Ashe," she said,
leaning toward him from the lowest
step of the stairway. "An revoir."
"Thank you," he responded,
heartily. "And very soon, most fair
lady of the realm of my dreams."
"That Is really a loving thing, Mr.
Ashe," she said, "and I am very
proud to think that you think thut
? I had any part in it."
"But didn't you?" he demanded.
Do I believe in telepathy?" she
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Dolly Dense, Miss Pharp, iiiamnm
eays, 'have you really left your songs
nt home?
Miss Sharp Ves, denr. Why?
Dolly Well, jinpa nays "it Roumla
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The lndy In the coffin laldi
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admitted Ashe, "but It was under f nskerf, mockingly. "Am I an nstral
your spell." Miss (irepnry looked nt
him with a imile lieiiinin to show
at the corners of her mouth.
"You are certainly cnHtin a spell
over me," she said. "Really, Mr.
Ashe, I don't know what you mean
I'm sure I never had anything to do
with your bumping your head, but
I'm not sure that it wouldn't do it
good."
"Cruel:" mid Ashe. "Well, sinee
you won't admit it, let's begin again.
I am very glad to meet you, Mis
Gregory. Mrs. Foster Is too good to
me. Do you know your faee is very
f.'iiniiiiir haven't I met you before?"
"Mrs. Foster hns been kind to me,
too," returned Miss Orcgory pret
tily. "No, Mf. Ashe, I'm sure that
I should not have forgotten it if wo
hail met before. My lome is not in
New York, and I'm not here very
much. liut I have heard of you often,
from Mrs. Foster, and the Thurstons
in Moriistou ti, and, of course, I
have read your verses."
"How time must clamor at your
doors to be killed!" said Ashe.
"Ah, now you are unkind to your
little brain-children!" reproached the
girl.
"You hi've been hiillieiently over
kind to even up accounts in mention
ing them at all," returned Ashe.
"There, you see J can do the
proper; now, for heaven'' ake,
Mil Gregory , tell 1110 if I dreamed
body, or a bud dream?" lie shook
his high hat threateningly nt her.
"The truth is not In you, Mad
emoiselle Snpphira," he announced.
"Hear the lion growl!" she retort
ed, with a saucy nod. and turned to
go upstairs. He took a step toward
her.
"Miss Cregory!" 'he said, implor
ingly. "Seriously, now?" she looked
at him oer her shoulder with danc
ing eyes.
"Do you know, until to-day, I al
ways supposed it was Dick Thurs
ton that I woke up that nfternoon,"
she snid, confidentially, nnd ran light
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"Miss Mamie," began the bayf o pro
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"Well, Mr. Deepvus," replied the
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