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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, June 07, 1915, LAST EDITION, Image 18

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; THE VISION SPLENDID
By Mary Carter Blake
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
Once Abel Day. had a dream that
1 he never forgot. Prom that hour he
was a changed man. He did not tell
of his dream to wife, son or neigh
bors, but he cherished its details until
there was a secret chamber in his
mind to which he could repair when
fancy so inclined, and revel in its
idealism as might a poet or a painter
or a pure, innocent girl in her first
rapt love visions.
Abel was a carpenter, earning only
a fair living, getting old and only a
part of the building contracts going.
His son, Alton, he had managed to
educate, and Alton was cut out for
'"an engineering career Abel sighed
and looked longingly whenever he
viewed the spot they called home.
Never was there such a site. By rare
good fortune he had been able years
ago to secure a twenty-acre plat of
ground just at the edge of town. It
included a little lake, some timber,
a rocky glen and its highest point
overlooked the landscape for ten
miles.
A more picturesque and command
ing spot the whole countryside did
not contain. It became the dream of
'his life to some day erect a house
worthy of those magnificent sur
roundings, a house big enough to
take in the poor widowed sister of his
wife with her seven little ones; to
spend his later years amid the rarest
beauties of nature, and this ideal was
his promised land.
But the years passed by and the
old ramshackly cottage remained as
it was. Abel got poorer and poorer.
His plans for old age began to fade.
To keep going he had to raise a few
extra vegetables for sale. He took
charge of the town opera house to
secure an added stipend. Thence, in
fact, came his "splendid vision."
Perhaps conditions exactly united
to arowa his imagination upon that
special evening. As the manager of
the country opera house he had to
see that it was opened and closed. An
opera was being given. It was a
brilliant composition, well delivered,
and the star, a Miss Amie Winthrop,
was the principal singer.
It had been restful and delightful
to tne old man to listen to her beau
tiful singing. The company had
brought with them some attractive
scenery. There was the glamour of
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vernal beauty, combined with pala
tial magnificence. When the enter
tainment was over old Abel sat down
on the stage to rest a bit before turn
ing out the last light The glare and
glitter had made Abel dreamy. He
slept.
There came a vivid vision. It was
of the old homestead, replaced by a
roomy mansion. There were broad
porches, an observation tower. There
was a lovely hedge, swings, a tennis
court. He dreamed that he sat in a
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