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A Fsion of the Night.

By Riciarn

drcams?”’

S]):t to

seasonoat drink, or not to drink, the waters, were talk -

ing, smoking, drink- e ing colfee, some- S - thing stronger, | SR looking at the | oA e

papers, or lis- tening to the music. \mong the crowd were Crerald Tovell and his friend Charles War- ren. At the particular mo- ment m which Mur. Tovell put his question, Mr. Warren was puffing rings of cigar- ctte smoke Into the air.

“Ask he said, distinet rence, ther,”

A\ queer thing happened to me last mght.”

10 you have any malicious mtention of inflicting on me a dream; yvoung man, there'll be a row. 1 have an aunt who drcams. She’s a dreaming sort. She's always dreaming. And she tells her dreams

such dreams! Ye Goths! At the mere mention of the word “dreams” the nightmare figurc of my aunt rises to my mind’s cve. So beware.”

“ But I'm not sure that this was a0 dreaon, Anyhow, just listen.”

me,” with nreve- CTano-

DO YOU RY LYV 1 e

[t was in the great hall of the Pouhon spring at Spa. The band was plaving. The motley

ccrowd which wathers i the

N ARSH.

SIOT must P osaad M Warren, And he sizhed, “ 1 dreamt that o woman kissed me !’ “ 1T could only dream such a thig., Some men have all the Tuck.” “The queer thing was, that 1t was so real. [ dreamt that a wonun cane nto my roon. She came to my bedside, She stood Tookimg down upon me as I slept. Suddenly she stooped and kissed me. That same - stant I awoke. T felt her kiss st tinghing on my hips. 1 could have sworn that someone had just kissed me. [ sat up m bed and called out to know 1t any- once was there. [ got up and lit the gas and searched the

room. There wias nothing

and no one”

“Itowas a drcam !”

“If it was, 1t was the most vivid dream | remember to have heard of'; certainly the most vivid drecam 1 ever dreamt. | saw ! the woman so g . distinetly, and o her face, as she . stooped over

Ve me, with laugh-

T terin her eyes.

To begin with,

it was the most

beautiful face [ ever saw, and hers were the most beautiful cyes. The whole thing had mpressed me so intensely that T took my sketch-book and made a drawmg of her then and there. [ have my sketch-book m my pocket—here is the drawing.”

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