Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1895-11-20
DREAMS THAT PAID
VISIONS OF WINNING HORSES cIe.,
W SEEN IN SLEEP.

A Woman Who Backed Harved and w..
: s1.aOO-The westerner Who Saw IN.
Monmouth Track In a Dream and wo,
In Consequence, the Next Day.
Inc discussion was OF dreams in connec
ton with horse races and several good sto.
ries were told. A newspaper man told
how the wife of a fellow writer had
brought so bill to his house long before
he had risen, and confding it to his wife
left instructions to place the money ona colt
called Harved for the Lawnview HandicaD
at Gravesend. The newspaper man, owe,
his breakfast scoffed at the chances of Har.
we'd beating such high class horses as Rich.
mond and Favor and wanted to leave tbe
money at home in trust for the wife Of
his friend. Yielding, however, to the ear
nest arguments advanced as to the condi.
ton of affairs there would be if this horse
really won and there was "a large sum Of
money to make good, the $40 bill was
taken to Gravesend. When the time CANA
for the Lawnview Handicap, the fourth
race on the card, to be decided, a visit wac
made to the betting ring. The pluneer,
were on Richmond to man and with
sheer madness to bet on any of the Others
that sported silk in the same race, for the
Dwyer brothers champion was at that
time in the zenith of his powers. Harved
was 3-year-old owned by Broadway
merchant, and he had but shortly risen
from obscurity, having run only one or
two races in moderate company, and his
chances were so poorly thought of that so
to was a common quotation in the bet
ting ring. The newspaper man fingered
heS20 bill irresolutely, being confident that
it was like throwing so much good money
into the fire to place it on the 3year-old
He was placing the money in his pocket
again with the intention of returning it
to it's fair owner and giving at the same
time some good advice for government on
other ventures in speculation when Charles
Reed, the veteran sportsman, came along
"Hello, youngster! What are you on2"
was his CHEEKY salute.
Nothing was the reply, and then
came the story of the commission of $50
on Harved.
Grasping the newspaper man by tho
arm, Mr.. Reed said
"When you're as old as old Reed, you'll
know better. Come on, and Wen bet that
$50 at the longest odds. When you get
commission--don't take 'em if you can
get out of it-but when you get commits
sion put the money down, if it's on a red
OK to beat a railway train"
The money was placed at go to and the
ticket calling for 81, 220 was carefully fold
ed and placed in an inside pocket. At flag
fall Harved, to the utter establishment of
the throng shot to the front and opened
up such a gap that Mclaughlin had to go
to the whip ON Richmond half mile
from the finish. Young Ossler at that
time a white haired midget, but a jockey
Of great promise for his years, had the
mount on Harved, and SO well did he stall
off Richmond's rush in the homestretch
that the 3-year-old won by a head
No man who has not been there can
imagine the feelings of the commissioner
as he watched the race and realized how
nearly he had been to makinga grave mis-
take The woman received her winnings,
and as she tossed the heap of greenbacks
about in her lap smiled and said:
81 knew Harved would win, for dream
ed that he won, and that's why 1 bet on
him.
1t was known that the woman did not
frequent the race track, and she was ask
ed how she knew there was any such horse.
She did not know and had only known
that there was such thoroughbred by the
shouts heard In dreamland of "Harved
wins; the outsider wins" She had con-
suited the morning paper, and seeing the
name had rushed pellmell to her friends
to place the money. There are n few rings
and some china in that house today that
were bought with the money won on Har
we'd. The horse was of high quality and had
been well manipulated, but he died-was
poisoned, some persons said at Brighton
Beach a month later.
~ can tell a tale quite as remarkable,
said young westerner who had left the
farm for the race track. "When l came to
New York in the eighties, l knew compar-
atively little about your horses. had
saved up some money, and being fond OF
horses naturally wanted to SEQ some sport
where there would be an opportunity to
see the best horses that the country could
boast of, and 1 laid my plans to visit the
best race tracks in the east. The first three
OF four days of my stay In New York de-
voted to sightseeing. Then my thoughts
turned to the races, and l made inquiries
at the hotel and was told that Monmouth
park was the place to see what was after.
That night l saw race course that was
entirely new to me. l saw the faces OF
strange persons, thousands of them, and /
saw horses, with jockeys in bright jack
cts of silk and satin, gallop past the long,
low grand stand. 1 heard the applause
and remembered with what breathless in
terest watched them striving for the adj
vantage at the start, then the murmur
Of the throng as they noted the positions
Of the horses during the contest. AT the
head of the homestretch saw two bay
horses shoot away from the Others and
charge valiantly down the straight, run
ming shoulder to shoulder and flank to
flank. Each of the jockeys was doing DIS
best work to win, and the crowd VS.
shouting as though possessed:
Rupert winsp
No, Kaloolah wins! a..
"The finish was terrific, and while wv wv
shouting was the loudest / awoke' ~
next day went to Monmouth park-.het
the old track-and recognized the soenoo
my dream looked at my programme
and in the fourth race found carded JIM =,
Murphys bay mare Kaloolah, by boner