been brought to me by a friend from
"See, mother," she exclaimed,
"this is one of those little images like
the one we saw at the seer's."
"Yes, daughter," answered her
mother, "but it is not polite for you
to finger and make remarks about
your hostess' furnishings."
."Daughter" paid quite as much
heed to her as though "mother" were
a bronze idol herself and asked me
earnestly: "Say, do you pray to
"Hush, child!" said mother, much
"No, my dear," I said. "I keep that
piece of bronze in that corner be
cause, in a. way, it signifies rest and
peace to me and, besides, its 'verdi
grised' lines of green blend with the
other furnishings of my room."
After I had gone at length with
this, explanation I smiled to think
how the habit of the schoolteacher
still clung to me. I always feel I must
tell a child the reason why.
"Well," said little "Miss Preco
cious," "the seer worships stone
"No, he does not, dear," interrupt
ed mother, and then she explained.
"There is an East Indian over on the
North Side who claims to be -an as
trologer and seer, and, for fun, a
number of women about the hotel
went over there to have their for
tunes told. I did not go with them,
but went alone later with my daugh
ter. Of course, she was very curious
"He was the 'curiosesf looking
man," interrupted daughter at this
point. "He was brown like the waiter
at our table, but his hair was all
straigMiyJ not crinkly-curly like
William's, and he had on a lot of
white cheese cloth wound .about his
head and' a long white nightgown
tied about his middle-waist wijth a
red sash. He had yellow slippers on
his feet and snakey Tings on both his
hands, arid before he. told, mother
anything he went over into the cbr-
ner and made a lot of queer little
bows, just like he was praying, to
that green image like yours."
"Mother" succeeded In getting- a
word in and said: "Really, Mrs. Wav
erly, the man is exceedingly interest
ing. He told me so many true things,
that he was positively, uncanny. You.
ought to go and see him. He told me
a wonderful fortune, but I am afraid
the future will not prove as real as
"Yes," came in the piping voice, of
daughter,, "he told mother she was
going to get a divorce- from father
and marry- another man!"
"That, truly was wonderful and in
teresting!',' I could not help saying.as
I bowed "mother" and "daughter"
out just as the bellboy brought me
up a box which had the name of a
prominent florist on it.
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