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SAD QUEEN OF BOHEMIA'S.
DEATH DREAM COMES TRUE
New Yofk-.-It was a m'erry ,party
the Ragged Edge Club held at the
Cafe Boheme..No one was merrier
than Zoe Anderson Norris, president
.of the club and "Queen of Bohemia."
In the small hours of the morn
ing the Ragged Edgers bade farewell
to their leader. Before nightfall of
that day she had died just as she
had predicted in Iier magazine"East
Side." The February, number, con?
taining the prophecy, had come from
the presses only two days before.
"I am going," she wrote, "to take
the Journey 'to the Undiscovered
Country very, very soon. If .there is
anything-h dreams, and if you knew
the dreams of my life, you would say
"I was sitting alone one night, np
long ago,, after I had published the
audacious statement that the dead ,
never come back. I sat very lonely in
the big arm chair under the lamp,
pondering over the problem of life
and wondering, as I often do, what
was the use of it all anyhow, and then
I went to bed. and slept.
"Along toward dawn I had a dream.
Again I sat alone wondering. And'
then I thought there came swiftly
down the dusky hall a tiny little wo
man in black. The doors swung
open and shut for her in a myster
ious way, as if blown by the winds.
"Finally she reached my bed and
stood there. It was my mother!
such a tiny little thing to have borne
13 children. She was scarcely higher
than the posts of my low bed as she
stood there beside me. I felt the soft,
slazy silk p her black dress.
'Am I next? I asked her, and she
"And I should like a lovely East '
Side funeral, with the little Dutch -
band that plays every morning in my
court leading it" '
-It could not have been more than
a tew weeks trom the time those
lines were' written till Zoe Norris had
followed the beckoning hand of her
;. - . o o
, THE DREAMER
By Berton Braley.
My Lady o' Dreams came' down the
As sweet as ever the breath of May;
She touched my hand with a light
She firqd -my 'heart with her loveli
Her voice set all my blood astir,
And what could I do but follow her?
My Lady o' Dreams is blithe and fair,
With spells that lurk in her eyes and
And whither she beckons I need must
Her deep enchantment has. bound
Yes, I must follow and I must roam
Till my Lady oi Dreams shail lead