The Portland daily press., 1893-02-18
TOLD IN PORTLAND.
A Young Man Whose Dreams Are Golden
Why They Are Chatting Maine Gem
trail Clerlz-Intelligence of II Dog.

| A clerk at the Maine Central railroad
offices, who is very exemplary young
| man and much interested in the Young
| Mems Christian Association, is just now
| being considerably chaffed by his COM
| panions on account of an incident OF
Tuesday evening. The young man at
| tended the grand railroad ball and en-
| joyed it much. The next morning IN
| opening his pocket book he was sur
prised to find in it the ball ticket, all I'M
used. This puzzled him, as he remem-
bered very plainly that he had given 1t
! to the doorkeeper at the ball. A further
search revealed the fact that he had
passed into the ball on his Young Mems
Christian Association ticket. Now lie
can't get into the Y. NJ. c. A. on the
dance ticket.
A Young business man of Portland re-
lates most marvellous story OF dream.
The other night he had a vision in the
course of which he saw the house cat
chasing a mouse around the parlor, while
his wife, with a broom, sought to end
the excitement by sweeping the mouse
out the door At breakfast the next
morning before the young man had time
to relate his vision, his wife informed
him that she had had peculiar dream
during the night, and she proceeded to
describe the identical dream OF the
I ~ of in,
Producing her own efforts with the
broom. Pondering upon this wonderful
coincidence the young man won't to his
office, where he related it. A man in
terested in the game of policy heard
his story; and told him that if he would
invest in the ''kittcn' and mouse"
''gigs" he would undoubtedly make
something handsome at tile next draw
ing. As our dreamer know nothing
about policy these terms had to be ex-,
planned to him. 1t seems that twice
every day, at Frankfort, KY, the head
quarters of the policy business, seventy
five numbers, ranging between 1 and 10
are put into hopper. In the forenoon
twelve of these numbers are drawn out
by a blindfolded man, and in the after
noon thirteen. Meanwhile throughout
the country the agents of the company
have been selling chances. That is,
man goes to local agent and pays him
cent OF five dollars, or any intermedi-
ate sum, for the privilege of guessing
that certain three numbers, as lips,
will be in the list of twelve numbers
which will be drawn out of the hopper
that forenoon As soon as the numbers
are drawn the result is telegrapled over
the country. If the man finds these
numbers he has guessed in the list of the
lucky twelve, he can demand and re-
ceive of the local policy dealer a dollar
for every cent that he paid for his guess.
If he cares to guess fonr numbers in
stead of three, his winning will be in
creased as will also be his chances Of
losing. Gradually the supertition of
policy players has singled ont certain
combinations of the three or four num-
bers which are supposed to be more
likely to win under certain circum-
stances. These combinations are called
'sgigs''; and there is a gig for almost
every dream or accident of life. If you
find money on the street there is a Ger
tain 'gig'' which is supposed to bring
luck at policy if played Immediately, if
you see rat there is another, etc., etc.
So the young man was advised to play
the kitten and mouse gigs" He found
that there were three kitten gigs,
(f6-42-54), Q-2-3) and Q-3-20,
and three mouse gigs.
(4-1e-7O-75), (2-4-5) and (4-16-64,)
1t will be observed that the first mouse
gig is four figure one, and as every one
of the four must be found in the twelve
or thirteen figures of the drawing, so the
chances of winning with it are cor
respondingly diminished. The young
man who had dreamed selected the first
kitten gig, Q6-42-54) and the first mouse
gig. (4-16-7O-75) He invested in such
way that there was one change in 1o0,nn
WV
graph licked off the numbers drawn at
Frankfort, there were both his gigs in
Guided in the twelve figures drawn. He
had won $3.50 with an expenditure of
few cents.
No one can make that young man be-
lieye now that his dreams are not golden.
The steamboat men in the harbor have
a very pretty story to tell of the intelli-
gence and fidelity of the little black and
white spaniel Dog owned by Mr.. E. G. 2.
Smith. who lives at the government buoy
station on Diamond Island. Mr.. Smith
takes the PRESS, which is brought to
him mornings by the steamer Emita. The
Emita does not make landing, SO the
paper has to be thrown onto the wharf
as the boat is passing. Every morning