“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 good day,” said Burbank. “Give me a chance to get my money back to-morrow. “I’m sorry,” said Carter. “I’m leaving New York to-morrow.” The same scarlet car bore them back triumphant to the bank. “Twenty-two thousand dollars?” gasped Carter, “in CASH! How in the name of all that’s honest can we celebrate winning twenty-two thousand dollars? We can’t eat more than one dinner; we can’t drink more than two quarts of champagne--not without serious results.” “I’ll tell you what we can do!” cried Dolly excitedly. “We can sail to-morrow on the CAMPANIA!” “Hurrah!” shouted Carter. “We’ll have a second honey-moon. We’ll shoot up London and Paris. We’ll tear slices out of the map of Europe. You’ll ride in one motor-car, I’ll ride in another, we’ll have a maid and a valet in a third, and we’ll race each other all the way to Monte Carlo. And, there, I’ll dream of the winning numbers, and we’ll break the bank. When does the CAMPANIA sail?” “At noon,” said Dolly. “At eight we will be on board,” said Carter.