and upon telling lum the urejiui conveyed the same impression to him. It is a fact that within three monUis he occu-; pied the coffin he had ordered.. Borne Detroit ladies board of this and I thought that it would be a great lark to visit the old dreamer and have their for-.1 • • . . ■tunes tolcl. Only two of them had remarkable dreams, but the other two composing the quartet went along to see the fun. The place is a tumble-down old house that has such a low portal and long narrow entrance that it is like an illustration of tlve legend of Daiite. The dreamers did not abandon hope, however. They secured a small boy in a drug store, to whom they promised a quarter if he would accompany them ■ and run for the police if there was any disturbance. Thus re-enforced they penetrated to the rear room, where among old clothes, old bottles and dilapidated furniture by a back window, covered with the dust of ages, they found the ! dream sibvl. Khe had a number of smalli ^ V. * • ,bottles filled with some colorless liquid before her, which she was examining through an immense pair of steel bowed glasses. As she saw the quintet she looked at them threateningly and asked in a severe voice;i **How did you hear tell of me?” They assured lier that her fame was well • known in Detroit, and explained their errand and took out their pocketbooks, at least the spokeswoman did.“I don’t want no monev,” said theV *weird woman, “I done got enutf. What you dream?”