Daily Los Angeles herald., 1883-11-03

situation as engineer on first
class road and taking charge Of a
| first.class engine, with good pay.
was far beyond my expectations
Just then. and I had assured him
that if he ever stood in need of
friend to call on me, when my
dream changed. and found my
self in what seemed to be long
and dimly lighted room, entirely
deserted, save by myself In the
center, on a low table, stood a
coffin, the upper part of the lid
\ Of which had been laid aside, and
mechanically / walked up and
looking into it beheld the dead
body OF my mother, whom I had
not seen in five years. For few
| moments the sight unnerved me,
| and 7 was overwhelmed with grief.
At last I raised my head, and
CHANGING to gaze on the part of
the lid which had been removed.
| I read: "Died on the 25th of
| October. Again my dream
changed and I found myself
walking down a narrow street in
what seemed to be the lower part
Of Chicago. Around me were
large number of people apparent
ly bent upon reaching certain
point soon as possible, and
hurting along with them, and
suddenly turning corner, |
found myself in the midst Of a
vast throng. Pushing my way
through to the center 1 inquired
of one OF them the cause of all the
commotisn, and for my answer
he pointed to what appeared to
be large pine box at his feet.
Looking down I beheld the form
Of my friend Wright clad in the
commonest Of gray-clothes. Turn
ing around I began to abuse sew
eral of the bystanders for permit
ting him to be buried ir such a
rough. unplaned lot Of boards,
and inquired when he died.
Somebody answered the 25th OF
October, and I turned away.
"Agains my dream changed.
and l was walking arm and arm |
with Wright down a wide and |
handsome street. We came to a |
palstial hotel occupying an en-
tire block, kept in magnificent
style. and Wright proposed that
we go in and have a friendly glass
together. I acquiesced, and,
sauntering through, We entered an
elegant bar-room at the end Of a |
long hall. We drank together,
and Wright proposed that 1 ac-
company him a short distance
down the street, as he wished to |
see friend about some transac-
ton or other, and we started 10 |
go. As I did SO, a tall, bearded
man standing near. who had
evidently overheard our conversa-
ton, faced me abruptly, and said.
"My friend, you bad better not
60, for it is the 25th OF October.
The dream startled me, and |
nwoke.
"Don't you consider it remark
able p
"I confessed that it was some
what out Of the way; but, after a |
hearty laugh on the whole Of it,
and especially in regard to the
position which he didn't get, we
parted. Charley had just secured
position as engineer the day be-
| fore on the Illinois Central Rail-
road, which be had long been
promised, and he was in excel
lent spirits when ] left him.
"One day about three weeks
after our meeting, | was seated in
my engine preparatoryto starting,
when young man employed at
the depot came up and placing a
copy of morning paper in my
hand, on the front Of which the
heading, Great Smash Up on
the Illinois Central Railroad, at
tracted my attention, inquired:
Jim, haven't / heard you say
that Lockwood was friend OF
yours? He was the engineer on
No. so, one Of the locomotives
that collided, and / think l saw
his name among the list OF killed.
~ Immediately glanced down
the column, and sure enough
there was the name, Charles
LOCKWOOD, engineer OF No. 80,
instantly killed
II started violently, and in a
moment the dream which he had
told me when l last saw him
flashed through my mind, and l
looked at the date Of the paper.
: Poor Gharlev his dream had. in