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DREAM AND REALITY
By Genevieve Ulmar
(Copyrigut. 1917, W. G. Chapman.)
"Only a dream!" Bruce Schuyler
drowsily murmured the words . and
turned to resume a strangely dis
turbed slumber. He smiled uncon
sciously. Drifting through his brain
was departing filament of a rapt vis
ion. He seemed to have opened his
eyes to view limned in the doorway
against the brilliant outside sun
with earnest, peering eyes and lovely
auburn hair. He closed his eyes, but
the sharp barking of his dog. tied to
a tree outside warned him, as it al
ways did, of a visitor or an intruder.
Some one, of course, not the girl;
that was of the unreal. He arose and
went to the door. There was faith
ful Gyp, not tugging at his chain as
he usually did when predatory or
penniless tramps passed by, but his
eyes fixed toward the timber.
"It was real it was no dream!"
abruptly uttered Bruce.
He stood spellbound. Running like
a frightened schoolgirl, her twinkling
feet seeming scarcely to touch the
ground, was the girl of his vision.
She did not look behind her and van
ished completely amid a screen of
"I declare!" exclaimed Bruce, and
his senses were all awake now. His
solitude, passing a vacation of a
month in the old woodland cabin,
was rarely invaded. And now a girl!
a fairy who had looked in and fled.
Bruce slowly passed into the cabin.
As he did so he became sensible of a
subtle, delicious perfume that filled
the air. It was exclusive, it suggest
ed the boudoir of wealth and luxury.
It permeated the atmosphere deli
riously. Of course, it was a remind
er of the strange visitor. Bruce went
outside again, sat down on the old
bench beside the doorstep and was
thoughtful observant, too as he
noticed Gyp sniffing and evidently ,
noting the tinge of perfume in the
The town was 12 miles distant, the
nearest habitation half that distance.
Then whence the visitor? Whither
bound now? True, there was a
great, walled-in mansion on the ob
scure Wadleigh road, but Bruce had
understood that it had not been oc
cupied for years, save 'casually.
"The bewitching sprite!" mused
"Hm!" Reflected Bruce.
Bruce. "Come, gone! I would be
delighted to see her again.''
Two days passed and in his ram
blings Bruce fairly forgot his mys
terious visitant. Then the third day
she was vividly brought back to his
remembrance. He was pursuing an
old abandoned pathway in the woods
when Gyp, penetrating a copse, re
turned excited and demonstrative,
holding something in his jaws.