not there, and this
made all the difference.

"Once more," said the policy-dealer, in a tone of encouragement, as he
bent over the miserable woman. "Yesterday, 4 came out; to-day, 4, 10;
tomorrow will be the lucky chance; 4, 10, 40 will surely be drawn. I
never knew this order to fail. If it had been 10 first, and then 4, 10,
or 10, 4, I would not advise you to go on. But 4, 10, 40 will be drawn
to-morrow as sure as fate."

"What numbers did you say? 4, 10, 40?" asked an old man, ragged and
bloated, who came shuffling in as the last remarks was made.

"Yes," answered the dealer. "This lady has been doubling, and as the
chances go, her row is certain to make a hit to-morrow."

"Ha! What's the row? 4, 10, 40?"

"Yes."

The old man fumbled in his pocket, and brought out ten cents.

"I'll go that on the row. Give me a piece."

The dealer took a narrow slip of paper and wrote on it the date, the
sum risked and the combination of figures, and handed it to the old man,
saying,

"Come here to-morrow; and if the bottom of the world doesn't drop out,
you'll find ten dollars waiting for you."

Two or three others were in by this time, eager to look over the list of
drawn numbers and to make new bets.

"Glory!" cried one of them, a vile-looking young woman, and she
commenced dancing about the room.

All was excitement now. "A hit! a hit!" was cried. "How much? how much?"
and they gathered to the little counter and desk of the policy-dealer.

"1, 2, 3," cried the girl, dancing about and waving her little slip
of paper over her head. "I knew it would come--dreamed of them numbers
three nights hand running! Hand over the money, old chap! Fifteen
dollars for fifteen cents! That's the go!"

The policy-dealer took the girl's "piece," and after comparing it with
the record of drawn numbers, said, in a pleased voice,

"All right! A hit, sure enough. You're in luck to-day."

The girl took the money, that was promptly paid down, and as she counted
it over the dealer remarked,

"There's a doubling game going on, and it's to be up to-morrow, sure."

"What's the row?" inquired the girl.

"4, 10, 40," said the dealer.

"Then count me in;" and she laid down five dollars on the counter.

"Take my advice and go ten," urged the policy-dealer.

"No, thank you! shouldn't know what to do with more than five hundred
dollars. I'll only go five dollars this time."

The "writer," as a policy-seller is called, took the money an