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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, February 27, 1912, Image 13',
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.A FORTUNE IN LOVE
In Which a GypsyLays the
The Foundation that Makes
a Girl Give In.
It was all due to that awful pic
nic. I had asked Peggy quite so
berly, how much longer she ex
pected to .keep me dangling round
her skirts. -
Said that dream of loveliness,
"As foF dangling, ' I wish you
wouldn't people couple our
"Well, I don't.cThey will want
to know next if we are engaged."
"So do I,"I ventured boldly.
"If you really want to know, I
can tell you now" she began
"No, not at all plenty of time
to find out, say in a year or two."
This was not diplomatic on my
"Oh, very well," said she, toss
ing her head in a dangerous man
ner. When I brought the dog cart
around to take Peggy home, I
found that she had accepted a seat
in Tom Smith's rig and I was ex
pected to take his eldest sister
. I called next day. Peggy wasn't
home. Again and again Peggy
was "not at home," and yet I was
almost certain that on several oc
casions I had seen Tom Smith's
cane in the hall.
I knew I could fix the matter
up if I could only get a chance to
explain, so I left my business, one
afternoon, to run itself and, go
ing around the house to the side
yard, surprised Peggy snugly S
tucked the the hammock.
"Well?" said she interrogative
ly: "At last," said I taking her
hand, which was holding her hat,
and examining it the hat criti
cally. "Don't be silly! If you want to
study the' hat any longer you
you can read my palm sir." And
Peggy removed both hat and
I. hand from my grasp.
No, I wish I could. Say, Peg
gy, let me take you to a gypsy,
who is a corker in that line."
Peggy's face dimpled all over.
"Glorious I Will you, Ned?
"Now, if you will go but) I
warn you I don't believe in it.'
So we went through' the town
to a camp on the outskirts.
The old crone sized us up at
once as lovers and she smiled.
"Mine first," said I, crossing
her hand with silver, "for I orig
inated this scheme."
"Oh, very well," acquiesced
Peggy, languidly, as she strolled
from the tent.
"Now, my good woman," said
I, patronizingly, I don't believe in
this rot. I don't want to waste
time, so here's a double fee and
you will please tell her" -here
I went into details.
I sauntered out and met Peg
gy about to enter.
When we were on our way
home I said, "Well?"
. "Well, answered Peggy, indif-
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