A feller that h'isted in as much fried dough as you did ought to expect--' "'But I tell you 'twas a WONDERFUL dream,' he says.

'I dreamed I was on Blank Street, where we was this mornin', and Patrick Kelly comes to me and p'ints his finger right in my face.

I see him as plain as I see you now.

And he says to me--he said it over and over, two or three times--Seventeen," says he, "Seventeen." Now what do you think of that ?' "'Humph!' I says.

'I ain't surprised.