Show A crumpled lilt of paper it was only a dirty crumpled piece of paper the jiin und the dust ii nd marked and blotted it the wind had tossed tb and scores of pedestrian lad trampled it under foot at lait a newsboy picked it ip lie was about to throw it away again but the thought struck him that it might be a lottery ticket it looked like one and the ragged youngsters face brightened as the possibility grew upon hia imagination yes said H pleasant faced gentleman whom the youngster had stopped to auk that lf ft lottery ticket it Is good for the next drawing too the boy looked up at the big buildings around him the homes of millions the offices of millionaires and hia surroundings gave eliat direction to his fancy what it that crumpled ticket made him rich T he would have an office down town lie would drent in broadcloth like the men he saw in there through the windows his mother and little sisters should wear silk and jewels and not work any more and ride in carriages the ticket brought him luck it seemed he sold all ills papers and theu with a light heart he ran home to tell that tired and weary mother of his good fortune she smiled and humored his fancy at was years ago the boy of that day Is a sturdy and pro porous man of now his dream has been real iced more than realized the lottery ticket was a blank he has forgotten it long ago forgotten that lie ever biad a lottery ticket new york herald |