Morning journal and courier., 1885-12-03
STORIES ABOUT DREAMS.
Daylight occurrences That Seemed Like the Echoes of Happenings in Dreamland-An Intrusion by en Un- believing HuMorist.

in an uptown restaurant the other evening.
 The conversation had turned upon the super
 natural. Said one, a tall, sturdy fellow,
 who had only recently returned from the
 plains: II was always taught that there are
 spirits, and that they are capable of having
 great influence upon our lives. I myself
 have had my dead mother come to me while
 I have camped out on the plains of Montana
 scores of miles from living soul.''
 "Didn't she frighten yous" inquired an-,
 other, who was ready to be convinced, pro
 vided the arguments were not sufficiently
 awesome to shock his nerves.
 E'Not very much, . replied the first speak
 CT. ''It was raining cats and dogs, and I
 had been outside once or twice to fasten my tent down tighter and keep the ditch dug deeper, so that the streams would not mean
 der across my bed quite so frequently, and
 I was wet to the skin when I cIawled back
 underneath the dripping flaps of the canvas
 into the dark but-drv interior. I took g drink to keep the cold out, and wrapping myself up in my blanket I lay down to sleep. I don't know how long I had been asleep, but was awakened by feeling cold wind strike my face. 1 thought at first that the flap must have blown open. So I scram- DASA AJ side of the tent. No. It was fastened down IS tight as sealing wax. l then lay down again and shut my eyes after mentally abus ing my imagination for playing me such trick. had barely settled myself eoInforta- b1y under my blanket when I felt the same wind second time. This time it was ac- companied by rustling sound as though clothes-women's clothes, starched and stiff were being shaken near my head. I am not cowardly, but I must confess that this startled me just a little. I knew was alone 4nd also knew there was nothing in my tent that could possibly make such peou- liar noise. l waited moment and the sounds were repeated. During that time did considerable thinking I can tell you. At first it occurred to mo that it might be my imagination, but soon dismissed that theo- ry. It was too real for any such supposition to be true. Then thought of spirits, and I asked if it was the spirit of my brother JiIn who died when I was & boy.
 ''Thers was reply.
 q asked if it was the spirit of my mother ''To this there came @ wrap such as spirits are always supposed to give.
 "This confirmed my suspicion. I was be-
 ing visited by spirit.
 .'' Do you want anything, 1nother?' asked ''There was no response.
 " Have you anything to communicate?'
 ''To this there were two distinct wraps
 By questioning learned, that mother wanted
 to warn rae against leaving the tent the next
 day. Why, I didn't know at that time. But
 I stayed there all the next day, and about
 four o'clock in the afternoon friend of mine
 who lived on Q ranch fifty miles away rode
 up to the tent. He had received message
 for me that had been forwarded to me from
 Helena, telling me that my father was very
 ill and not expected to live. I left for the
 East immediately and got here just in the
 nick of time. He died the day after I ar
 pi al ha1 1nff Eor1t that dow T
 would surely have missed seeing him alive"
 ''Well, /" observed the young nan who was
 ready to be convinced, ''I never have had
 any experience with spirits. 1 have never
 seen any materializations, but I have had
 one or two remarkable experiences with
 dreams. You know I am the paying teller
 in our bank. Well, about three years ago, Q
 man. who gave his name as Albertus, an Italian, called at the bank late in the after noon, about ten minutes before we closed the doors. He had check for s, 600, made payable to bearer by John A. Jones, one Of our leading customers and stockholders. Mir. Albertus was eminently respectable look ing man, and appeared to be deeply annoyed when I told him that he would have to be identified and prove his business connection
 with MT. Jones before would give him the money. He said he would return in the morning. I went home to dinner without thinking again of the matter That night had dream. I dreamt that I went down early to the bank the next morning., contra " to my usual custom, and happening to think of the check, looked into the book where we keep the signatures of our custom
 CTS and examined very closely the signature
 of MT. Jones. Then 1 noticed what had escaped my attention before. The signature in the book land that on the check were slightly different. This made suspicious, and as it was then nearly an hour before the hour that the bank opened sent the mes- t1 Mr.. I aYjn avenue to ask him whether he had drawn such check CT not. The boy learned there that Mir. Jones was not in the city. He had gone to Boston day or before. Then I telegraphed him at his hotel in that city, and he wired me back that the check was a forgery. I must have dreamed this early in the morning, for when I woke up it so clearly fixed in my mind that I could not efface it.
 "Of course I had no faith in the dream, but I thought, to make sure about the mat ter, would go down to the bank early, and so did. looked immediately into the sig nature book and, sure enough, there was the same difference in the signatures that I had noticed in my dream. I thought this was rather more than coincidence, and so 1 sent our boy up to MT. Jones' house. There was another point of resemblance between my 1 dream and the reality. He was in Boston; The moment I heard this made up my mind 1 that my dream was a real present. .nent, and wired him at his hotel, asking him about the check. In the meantime the bank had been opened and MT. Albertus, accompanied by a friend, came in. | He was prepared to draw the money. You 1 have no idea how I wasted time waiting for | my reply. Mind you, had no real reason | for refusing to pay the cheek. The identihca- 1 ton was satisfactory. The friend was MT. 1 Jones' cashier and he said there was no doubt
 that the check was genuine and that 1 Mir. Albertus had had considerable l dealing with MT. Jones. Still I hesitated. | Then MT. AIbertus began to get uneasy, and I got So nervous that I could hardly see straight. Just as I got the money out to pay it over a telegraph boy came in with a dispatch. When opened it MT. Albertus, who seemed to suspect something, ran away l leaving the cashier and myself together. The message was from MT. Jones. He said | that the check was forgery. The cashier l was fooled, too. If it hadn't been for that would have lost one years salary"
 | stThat was rather remarkable" observed l the young man who had listened to the stories without joining in the conversation mp to this point, ''and is something like an l experience of my own. 1 used to follow | the races, you know and have made several very neat little sums out of the tips picked up You know how superstitious
 betters are, and so the story I am going to tell you won't seem absurd. Il was in June, several years ago. had been going down to Monmouth Park
 every day during the races, and knew every horse on the track about as well as if owned
 it. On one Tuesday horse owned by Wis
 eonsin man was entered. The horses name was Sindar and it was lame. I knew this be- cause the jockey told me SC the day before 1 Monday night dreamt that when went down l to the park the next morning there was new | bookseller never had seen before. He was cross-eyed and had short, red hair. I noticed that there wasn't single pool sold on Sin l dar and, contrary to my judgment, in ! vested s1OO on him. When the race came ! off he came in first and I found that had 1 won $1 100.
 'sThe next day went to the park and had