"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.