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Freddy Film <C«l\*ri e bt. 1913. im.rn.tlon.l y.w. S.r.ic.t 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 <9 W W The Clairvoyant W W 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 THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL 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 4* All Ready for the World's Series r^J^^^^^J~K~: f ' <K»gtatered United States Patent Office) SBft ~ ~ *** her own advantage she would lose 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 In the Life of a Great Man j^m^BMßj^y^^ Copyright. 1913. International New» Service- MTtienHfiJ \ 1 ■ , , Im ' And Pa a City Man, Too fW^^^^iMM^rT^' Copyright, laio. International New* Service VMORRIS _ X ▼ HM 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 IF You HADN'T M6T Me MOW <S( ST Rich" AwiweßeD / it by VI x 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. 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