The Fairfield herald. [volume] (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1849-1876, 1871-07-12
Fortune Telling.

Kitty Eldon could not reprcss a
little hystericAl scream as the tall,
ungainly figure Of the swarthy girsy
suddenly d darkcned the cottage door
with shadow that fell like q
blight.
The liquid gold of sunset was melt
ing into the warm purple that be-
longs to tropical climes, the linden
trees we're lottly swaying in the eve
ming breeze, and the evening star
rode high above the tinted horizon
like beacon ship far out at sea.
'My fortune is told, good woman
she said, gently, as she recovered
something like sclf-porscssion. The
past is sad enough, and | have no
wish to know the future =
tLet me tell it again. replied the
dark sighly, drawing her led cloak
closer round her brown visage. sDo
you see the silver writing of the stars
up in heaven can read them as if
they were the leaves Of an open book.
I can trace your destiny in the lin es
upon the palm Of your hand.
Still Kitty shook her head.
let her tell it, Kitty, please
ceaxed wilful little Emily Sherman,
who was sitting on the low doorstep
beside her friend, VITA tangie of
ivory Knitting needles aud fancy wools
in her lap. DO 1t is such roman.
tic thing ty have your fortune told by
real wandering gypsy. Will you
tell mine, old woman Z
But the fortune teller shook her
head.
"My destiny points ouiy to onc,'
she mysteriouly-sto one with yellow
hair, ard eyes as blue as yonder sky
Emily gave her jetty curls u Fettlsh
little toss.
'Wby couldn't I have been
blonde Z Dear Kitty, please let her
tell you something delightfully."- misty
and impossible! !!
Kitty's smile died .oay into a
Sigh.
Emily, is it possible that you have
an atom Of faith in this jlrgon of as
trology and palmistry p
The gypsy bent low over nifty S
fair curls, and said, in low measured
tones.
'Two years ago, the CLEAN of a
golden engagement ring, and partiey
words at this very cottage door-oue
year ago, hair as black az ravens
wing, lying among the sea sand where
the shells shine like gold upon the
floor Of the great deep! All ! Have
l proved tho 'jargon' at last J
Kitty Eldon's cheek had grown
whittier than the snowy muslin of her
dress.
'What do you mean How did
you know 2 she gasped, almost una.
ware of the words that there tenn
bling upon her lips.
kitty Kitty ! whispered Emil y
Sherman, clinging to her friend, "sho
means Harry St. Maur.'
Lest at sea, went on the swarthy
disciple of Egyptian lore, in words
that sounded like the dreamy utter
ances of one talking in slumbcrs.
'Lost at sea-better so. lie did not
live to know that the woman he had
loved and trusted beyond all humani-
ty beside proved false at last ::
Two years ago the yellow gleam of an
engagement ring-one year ago the
music Of tho great waves sweeping
overa dead sailor--now a New lover
and new happiness"
1T is false = said Kitty, suddenly
recovering hersclf and unconscously
pushing the heavy golden curls away
from her ashenpale forehead.
'Falsc as falschood's self 2
Emily sprung up with sparkling
eyes, and exclaimed
'lfy you know so much, old gipsy
woman, you ought to know little
moro You out to know that when
my brother Harvey laid his heart at
Kitty'sfeet, scarcely ten days ago
don't check me, Kitty i must and
will-she told me that her love was
buried under the sands Of the sea
long ago.
The gypsy stood, tall and immova
BILE, like pillar of darkness, agains,
the warm purple glow Of the acciden.
tai sky.
And went on Emily, with he,
voice trembling, and her color chang.
Ing with the vohemenco with whicr
sho pleaded her friends cause, "she
is the sweetest, best, noblest, NJ ost
constant of created beings. And Il
the stars tell anything else, tho stars
are false =
She was silent an instant, and then
with sudden brilliancy flashing owe,
her rosy, impulsive, she continued il
the same eager tones.
Constant through good and i'll, tru,
through joy or sorrow that is ou
KittS's nature and if if Harry St.Maul
should ever como back alive to claim
her heart, he will find that she ha