The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-12-19
STORIES ABOUT DREAMS.
iNew York SuA.I

upon the supernatural Said one, a tall, sturdy f:llow, wAo had only recently re- turned from the plains: was always taught that there were spirits, and that they are capable of having a great in- fuence upon our lives. 1 myself have had my dead mother come to me while camped out on the plains of Montana, scores of miles from living soul"
 Didn't she frighten your inquired another, who was ready to be convinced, provided the arguments were not sufh cien,ly awesome to shock his nerves.
 Not very much" replied the first speaker. "It was raining cats and dogs, and l had been outside once or twice to fasten my tent down tighter and keep the ditch dug deeper, so that the streams would not mesnder across my bed quite so freqrently, and 1 was wet to the skin when | crawled back underneath the drip piog flaps of the canvas into the dark but drv iSscr;o.. took drink to keep the cold out, and wrapping myself up in my blaaket, lay down to sleep don [ know how long had been aslet p, but was awakened by feeling a cold wind strike my face. thought at first tha, the dap must have blown open. So scrambled to my feet and groped my way to the side of the tent. No, 1t was fastened down as tight as sealing wax. then lay down again and shut my eyes sf CT men, tally abusing my imagination for playing me :h a trick. had barely settled myself comfortably under my blanket when felt the same wind A second time. This time it was accompanied by rust ling sound as though clo,hes-womens cloth es, starched and stiff-were shaken near my head. am not cowardly, but must confess that this startled me just a little. 1 knew l was alone, and 1 also knew there was nothing in my tent that could possibly make such a noise. waited moment and the sounds were repeated. During that time did con- siderable thinking, l can tell ysu. At first it occurred to me that it might be that theory. It was too real f,r any such supposition to be true. Then thought of spirits, and asked fit was the spirit of my brother Jim, who died when was boy.
 "There was no reply.
 "I asked if it was the spirit of my mother.
 " To this there came a rap such as spirits are always supposed to give.
 This confirmed my suspicion. was being visited by a spirit.
 Do you want anything, mother4 l asked.
 There was no respoase.
 " Have you anything to communi- cate1'
 {" To this there were two distinct raps By questioning learned that mother wanted to warn me against leaving the tent the next day. Why, didn't know at the time. But 1 stayed there all the next day, and about tour o'clock in the after noon friend of mine who lived on a ranch fifty miles away rode up to the tent. He had received a message for me that had been forwarded to me from Helena, telling me that my father was very iu and not expected to live. l left tor the east immediately, and got here just in the nick of time. He d.ed the day after l arrived. II had left my tent that day l would surely have missed seeing 'him alive.'
 Well" observed the young man, who was ready to be convinced, "I never have had any experience with such spirits have never seen any materializaiions, but l have had one or two remarkable experiences with dreams. You know l am the paying teller in our bank. We'll, about three years ago, a man who gave his name as Albsrtus, an Italian, called at the bank late in the afternoon, about ten minutes before we closed the doors He had a check 10, S oco made payable to bearer by John A. Jones, one of our leading customers and stockholders. Mr Alberus was an eminen,ly respectable looking man, and appeared to be deeply when told him that he would have to be identified and prove his busi. ness connection with Mr. Jones before would give him the money. He said he | would return in the morning. l went home to dinner without thinking again of the matter. That night 1 had dream, dreamt that l went down early to the bank the next morning, contrary to my usual custom, aad, happening to think of the check, l looked into the book where we keep the signatures of our customers and examined very closely the signature of Mir Jones. Then noticed what had escaped my attention before. The sigma. ture in the book and that on the check | were slightly different. This made me | and as was then nearly an hour before the bank opened, sent the | up to Mir. Jones' house on Lexington avenue to ask him whether he | had drawn such a check or not. The | boy learned there that MT. Jones was not in the city. He had gone to Boston a | day or so before. Then I telegraphed him at his hotel in that city, and he wired me back that the check was forgery. l must have dreamed this early in the for when woke up it was so clearly fixed in my mind that could not, effAce 1t.
 "Of course had no faith in the dream. but thought to make sure about the | matter would go down to the bank | early, and so dld. looked immedi. a,ely into tho signature book, and, sure there was the same difference in | the signatures that had noticed in my