ocean at Sheepshead Bay race-track as on a Fall River boat,
and----" He halted and frowned unhappily. "We needn't bet more than ten
dollars," he begged.

"Of course," declared Dolly, "if they SHOULD win, you'll always blame
ME!" Carter's eyes shone hopefully.

"And," continued Dolly, "I can't bear to have you blame me. So----"

"Get your hat!" shouted Carter, "or we'll miss the first race."

Carter telephoned for a cab, and as they were entering it said guiltily:
"I've got to stop at the bank."

"You have NOT!" announced Dolly. "That money is to keep us alive while
you write the great American novel. I'm glad to spend another day at the
races, and I'm willing to back your dreams as far as ten dollars, but
for no more."

"If my dreams come true," warned Carter, "you'll be awfully sorry."

"Not I," said Dolly. "I'll merely send you to bed, and you can go on
dreaming."

When Her Highness romped home, an easy winner, the look Dolly turned
upon her husband was one both of fear and dismay.

"I don't like it!" she gasped. "It's--it's uncanny. It gives me a creepy
feeling. It makes you seem sort of supernatural. And oh," she cried, "if
only I had let you bet all you had with you!"

"I did," stammered Carter, in extreme agitation. "I bet four hundred.
I got five to one, Dolly," he gasped, in awe; "we've won two thousand
dollars."

Dolly exclaimed rapturously: "We'll put it all in bank," she cried.

"We'll put it all on Glowworm!" said her husband.

"Champ!" begged Dolly. "Don't push your luck. Stop while----" Carter
shook his head.

"It's NOT luck!" he growled. "It's a gift, it's second sight, it's
prophecy. I've been a full-fledged clairvoyant all my life, and didn't
know it. Anyway, I'm a sport, and after two of my dreams breaking right,
I've got to back the third one!"

Glowworm was at ten to one, and at those odds the book-makers to whom he
first applied did not care to take so large a sum as he offered. Carter
found a book-maker named "Sol" Burbank who, at those odds, accepted his
two thousand.

When Carter returned to collect his twenty-two thousand, there was some
little delay while Burbank borrowed a portion of it. He looked at Carter
curiously and none too genially.

"Wasn't it you," he asked, "that had that thirty-to-one shot yesterday
on Dromedary?" Carter nodded somewhat guiltily. A man in the crowd
volunteered: "And he had Her Highness in the second, too, for four
hundred."

"You've made a go