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Pirate vs. Pitchfork
Tomorrow:
In the Pirate's Cave
JESTINGS
"To succeed —I am referring to
financial success— only one quality
suffices, the quality of smartness. And
how, dear friends, would we define
smartness?"
Bishop Blougram, who was deliver-
Ing a lecture in Duluth, paused and
■roiled. Then he said:
"The smart man, dear friends, is he
who is able to put the shoulders of
•thers to the wheei."
The Dingbat Family
Polly and Her Pals
Us Boys
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A COMPLTE SHORT STORY
BRIDGE was over for the after
noon. Georglna Elliston paused
in the hall of the club talking to
her young friend, Myra Keeling. Mrs.
Elliston had been losing with bovine
contentment. The stakes for which
she played were of no importance to
her. All her life she had had more (
money than she wanted to spend. She
also happened to possess the Bweetest
temper in Dondon. Myra Keeling, a
girl of 20, who played badly and
could not afford to play at all. had
won a little and was rather pleased
about lt.
"Myra, dear," said Mrs. Elliston,
"I've got my car here. I don't want
to go home yet. Can't I take you
somewhere?"
Myra laughed. "It's awfully kind
of you. You could take me some
where, but I don't think you'd like
it."
"Nonsense! I like everything.
Come along. "Where do you want to
go?"
"No. 18, Paisley buildings, Higham
street, Cricklewood."
Mrs. Elliston repeated the address
to the footman who held the door of
the car open for her. As the car
made its way slowly through the
crowded traffic of Knightsbridge Myra
said to her. "You're splendid. You've
not even asked."
"Asked what?"
"Well, does one go to No. 18 Pais
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ley buildings, Higham street, Crickle
wood? Have, you ever been there be
fore?"
"1 don't know that I have. But I'm
not curious. Still, what is it? Have
you discovered a little dress maker?"
"Much worse, Georgle, very much
' worse. I've discovered the only clalr.
jVoyant who's any good."
I "And so you're going to be clalr
voyed, are you? I will look on, my
dear. I should hate to have my for
tune told."
"But this woman is really wonder
ful. I know three people who have
been to her. Everything she prophe
sies comes true. She just takes a
glove or a ring—anything you've
worn—and holds it in her hand, and
she sees into your past and your
future."
. "Price one guinea?"
"In Cricklewood? You must be
mad, Georgle. Half a crown only."
Mrs. Elliston smiled in her pecu
liarly lazy way. "Does it never oc
cur to you, Myra, that anybody who
who could foretell the future would
not be living in Cricklewood and
would not have to depend on stray
half crowns? If there was anything
in it at all she could become fright
fully wealthy in a fortnight."
AN EXCUSE
"Yes, but perhaps if she used her
powers in that commercial way for
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the power. I believe that ls what
she says."
Mrs. Elliston was still uncon
vinced. "My desr child," she said,
"that old fr<aud whom we are going
to see has not got the power, of
course. But If she had It and could
lose It by making a fortune she
would be very glad of the chance."
"But there's another thing," said
Myra eagerly. "I have been told
that'when the power is used in
that way It is not in the least to be
depended upon."
"That I can quite believe, or if it is
used In any other way either."
"You wait and see what she says
about me."
"All right. It will be rather sport
anyhow."
Paisley buildings do not possess the
luxury of a lift, anji the two women
had to climb three flights of stone
stairs. They rang at No. 18, and the
bell was answered by a little old
woman who held some knitting in
her hands. She was neatly dressed
in black, and her most noticeable
feature was her eyebrows; they were
unusually thick and shaggy.
"Can I see Mrs. Hope?" asked Myra
cheerily.
"I am Mrs. Hope."
"That's all right. I want you to
I read my future. I suppose this lady
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can come In with me and listen while
you are doing it?"
"Will you tell me your names and
the name of the person who sent you
here?"
Myra glanced at Mrs. Elliston, who
nodded. "This is Mrs. Elliston I am
Miss Keeling, and it was Lady Fel
niersham. who told 'me to come to
you."
"I remember," said Mrs. Hope; "her
ladyship will have found the necklace
by now."
"She has," said Myra.
"Come in, please," said the old
woman. She showed them into a
clean and commonplace sitting room.
She herself sat at a table without
looking at them.
THE TEST
"Give me your glove," she said.
She held Myra*s glove In her hands.
She pressed lt against her forehead.
She stroked It: then she began draw
ing lines with one of her knitting
needles on the tablecloth. Her eyes
grew glassy. Mrs. Elliston, who had
not nat down, watched her smilingly
and a little superciliously.
The old woman began to speak:
"This is very clear and bright," she
said. "I can see a bedroom; it faces
west; the walls of it are painted
white; on cne of them hangs a framed
water color sketch of you. Yes, It Is
your room; it ls a clever sketch, not
quite like you; the eyes are not suf
ficiently animated; you were fond of
the man who painted it, but nothing
come of it. On the mantelpiece there
|is a silver clock; lt ls very old, and
I think the work is French; it has
the figure of a sleeping cupld on the
top of it. I can hear it strike. It is
now striking seven."
Mrs. Elliston glanced at the watch
on her wrist; lt was exactly 7 o'clock.
"I can see only two colors in the
room, white and a very dark blue—
Prussian blue, I think It ls called.
Now it fades away."
Mrs. Elliston sat down now and
watched with breathless excitement.
She.had been in Myra's room often,
and the old woman had described it
with perfect accuracy. Myra had
fallen in love with that silver clock
in an old curiosity shop, and Mrs. El
liston herself had bought it for her.
The old woman went on drawing
lines with her knitting needle in si
lence. At last Myra spoke In rather
a dry and husky voice, "I want you
if you can to read my future now."
"I look and look and see nothlns,"
said the old woman. There wan a long
pause, and then she added, speaklag
very slowly and distinctly, -Before
that silver clock on the mantelpiece
strikes 9 yon will be dead."
Mrs. Elliston sprang to her feet.
For once she was really angry. "You
wicked old woman," she said. "How
dare you try to frighten people In
this way? It is disgraceful."
The old woman rubbed her eyes.
"Why did you wake me?" she said.
"I might have seen something more."
"Come," said Myra; "we will be
going." She laid her half crown on
the table and they went out of the
flat and down the stone steps to
gether. Mrs. Elliston had turned
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very white; Myra was still perfectly
composed."
THE TRUTH
"That old woman ought to be
shown up," said Mrs. Elliston. "It's
lucky she was talking to sensible
people. There are some girls whom
she might have frightened to death.
Of course, you don't believe a word
of it. I'm going to take you back
with me to dinner, Myra. You can
phone your people snd we'll forget
all about this old horror."
In the car Myra said: "I may as
well tell you that the old woman Is
right. You heard her description of
my room?"
"Fluke!" said Mrs. Elliston.
"I don't think so. There was too
much detail for a fluke, and lt is
quite true I shall be dead before that
clock strikes nine. It was a most
charming present you gave me, and
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