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He had taken a course of languages at Johns Hopkins University, and had been editor of a magazine of poetry for some time; but his artistic nature, after a sharp, short battle, conquered, and !lOW he was winning fame and fortune in the old country by his brush. or course, he did not tell me this in so many words, but to draw inferences is necessary in Somecases, so, in this one, I plead guilty. This dream was quite true, 1 thought, for .LVIr.Edwards. He had certainly the artist's characteristics. I remembered that at school be had always been a peculiar boy, cold, silent, and wearing habitually a distant look, which seemed at once to see everything and yet nothing. Again T stirred, and would have awakened, but one idea caught my thoughts and held them. That was, I had dreamed the future of all 111yclassmates except my chum and roommate, <.l.11c1 why, sure enough, the future of myself. But no, my wonderful genii was not to forsake me yet, 26. "For, suddenly I found myself descending the broad staircase of my own home, it seemed. The steps were carpeted thickly with the richest red velvet, and on each side were placed ferns and tropical plants. At the foot of the staircase was placed a large mirror, into which 1glanced as I passed. Could this lovely woman be the girl who was Ethel Miller? 1 saw a slender girlish figure, dad in a dress of the richest, softest white satin, slashed with pink. A mass of dark hair was twisted low on her neck, ancl was fastened by a single diamond star. An opera cloak was thrown over her shoulders. After this survey of myself in the mirror. 1 walked quickly down the hall, opened the library door and went in. Standing in the center room, the light full on his handsome face, stooel my husband, waiting for me. Besides saying he was tall, fair and of splendid physique, I will not describe him further. At my entrance, a smile lighted up his blue eyes, and putting on his great coat, we left the room together, also the house. At the door 'VI" found the carriage waiting, and after getting in we were driven rapidly away; and my dream and future were lost in the rumble of the carriage wheels. +Writteu by e classmete. 27. Once again, and for the last time, r crossed the ocean to London where, amidst a small group 01 tired dancers, in a magnificent ball-room, I found myself. A large dais was placed at the farther end of - - 93 - -