Judge — September 10, 1892 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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168 HOW THE DREAM CAME TRUE. c¢ ELL,” said a young man in a. club reading -room, as . he laid down’ his newspaper, “here's an ther story of a mati who dreamed three nights in succession that a pot of gold was buried at the foot of a certain tree, and when he dug there he found money to the amount of twenty-five thousand dollars. I wonder why newspapers don't quit printing such bald fakes.” “You don't believe in such dreams, then?" asked a gentleman ing near. “OL course not. Who does ? CAUTION, if it would be repeated, as I under- stood that to be the usual procedure in such cases as I had heard of but never believed. “Well, that night my uncle came again. ‘This time he upbraid- ed me for not following his advice and accused me of breaking my promise. He further said that if { would follow his instructions | would not regret it. He said there was a good deal of wealth buried there, and that I would find at least ten thousand dollars if I would but dig. I promised him that I certainly would follow his advice and then he went away. All this happened in my sleep, of course, but when morn- ing arrived the recollection was so vivid that I felt as though I had made a promise which I must keep, Certainly you do not, sir?” Scuoor-reacter—"'I hear you have sickness at home, What's the matter?” #lthough I had not the “Well, sir, let me tell you some- JeNwiz—" Mom's got twins ; but it ain't ketchin.” lief that I should have anything more THE UNKNOWN, es Tueosorinst (soudfully)—" Do you ever feel that vague longing to be IT MUST HAVE PLAY. face to face with the unknown, to consecrate your life to”-— “Why, Mr. Howlers, the ladies are shocked that you sing without a collar. Su (/ranklyy—"* Yes, indeed! This is my sixth season. You'll ruin the musical Mx. Howiers —' thing which happened to me, before I tell you whether or not I believe in such things.” “With pleasure, sir.” “Some years ago, when I was much poorer than Iam now, an un- cle died and left me a tract of land in West Virginia of five hundred acres, It was very wild land and no one thought it was worth any- thing. Indeed, I received a good deal of well-meant sympathy from my friends by reason of the bequest. One night 1 dreamed that my uncle came to me and advised me to dig near a very large rock which he in- dicated and which I knew very well. In my dream I remember promising him that I would, but when daylight came it passed from my mind and T thought of it no more until I went WS YACHTING CAUTION. ‘Se —"* Wat's dat in yo" han?" than my labor for my pains, “Twas very busy that day and had no time for digging, but with sleep that night my uncle came again, He was quite angry at my delay, and said he was sorry he had left me the land; but this time I promised to dig as he directed the very next day, and he departed satisfied apparently. “To cut a long story short, 1 commenced to dig at the spot he had indicated immediately after breakfast ‘next morning. 1 dug down about six feet and found”. “Found that there was no money buried there, of course,” interrupted the young man, “True enough. Not a dollar did I find in cash; but I found indi- cations of a coal vein which has netted me over two hundred and fifty thousand dollars so far, and the, He—“' Dat's a telliscoop, so dat yo" kin tell when dey's danger.” . ee “* Well, when yo’ see any please tell fust, beec th razzer’s in of the previous night and wondered — mah state-room,” , ee to bed. I then recalled my dream deposit is not nearly exhausted.” WILLIAM MENRY SIVITER, comicbooks.com