Their anniversary over, the guests going, two weary old people sit by the fireside to rest. They fall asleep and dream of their past life. Their dreams carry them from boy and girlhood all through life to this day, greatest of all, their golden wedding. Their first meeting shows them, at the age of five, on their way to school, and even then, as young as they are, the seed of love is sown. A few years and we see them growing past the school age. Next we see the youth proposing and being accepted: the happiest moment of their lives, their first-born baby. War between the North and South breaks out and the youth is called to fight for his side, the South. As he goes away he puts the picture of his wife in his pocket next to his heart. Daily letters are written from the front telling of the war and the little wife anxiously waits for the next one to come, but one day none arrives, then another day. Something must be wrong. At the front the boy is wounded, and if it had not been for the tintype in his pocket, the bullet would have killed him instead of glancing off, only causing a broken arm. Home he comes to rest and to wait for his arm to heal. Happiness reigns once more in the little home. War is over and they live the quiet happy lives of country folk till we meet them again, asleep at the fireplace. His pipe drops. He awakens. It is time to go to bed. He lights the candle and the good wife calls in the cat and both, arm in arm, go upstairs to dream the dreams of their youth again.