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A LOVE' DREAM
By Mildred Caroline Goodridge
" (Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
By the brook beside the willows
where the lilhesgrew there had lived
and died? a dream of beauty.
Every day Millie Gray made a pil
grimage to the fair spot Was it all
to be a memory, a reminder? Hilly
"did not know. 'She only hoped.
There was a great fallen oak. The
branches had wound themselves
round a part of the ponderous trunk
.as, if caressingly. Here there was
"nature's seat and sheltered as with a
screen. There "he" had sat, she be
side him. Who was "he?" Alas!
she knew him not by name. Only
his clear, laughing tones, his mag
netic eyes, his open, handsome face
these would never fade away, nev
er! while life should last.
Of Effie Dunbar only, her closest
friend, Milly made a confidante and
the latter was quick to discover that
her devoted friend had surely met
"But his name, Millie?" questioned
Milly shook her pretty hear dubi
ously. "Do you know," she said artlessly,
"I never asked him and he never told
me. We met 'only twice and both
' times he was fishing. He asked me
all about the family and myself and
seemed to be very much interested.
Oh, he was so friendly and sympa
thetic and handsome!"
"And you think you will see him
again?" questioned Effie.
"He told me we should meet
again," said Millie longingly. "I can
never forget him," she sighed.
It was a few days after that a well
preserved man of about 45 came into
the general store conducted in the vil
lage by Millie's father. Mr. Grey did
not notice him at first He was lost
in gloomy thought Business was
bad, he had not the ready capital nec
essary to mend it, there was a heavy
mortgage on the home property, and,
altogether, Grey was feeling' discour
aged. "Good morning, sir," said the vis
itor, and, a queer smile on his face,
he looked Grey straight in the eyes.
"Don't remember me, I see?" he ob
served. "I Teally don't," admitted Grey,
"Oh, never!" cried Grey, and his
face lighted up and, he grasped the
"I Really Don't," Admitted Grey,
extended hand of the other with
warm favor. "Well, well, after 20
"Nearer 22," corrected his visitor.
"Just by accident I heard of your be
ing here. Many is the time tha I
have tried to locate you since you
left the old home town where we were
chums together. Grey, I have a warm
spot in my heart for you."
"I believe you, John," replied
Grey, "you always were true blue."
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