The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1875-07-17
FORTUNE TELLING.


ter, Violette, was nowhere to be found
neither was the gentleman, Senior Es-
panol, who taught the guitar. The
whole city was alarmed by an account
of the mysterious disappearance of a
beautiful belle and hard. working, gen.
tlemanly young foreigner. However,
when some one had discovered that the
last gave lessons to the FIRST, an infer
ence was drawn by soma cool locker
on.
MAY they not have gone together p
The mother at once drove the SLAM
derer from her presence, preferring the
idea that her Violette was murdered.
However, before long penitent letter,
all bl0tted with tears, reached the POOR
old lady, all alone in her great Fifth
avenue mansion.
Violet was married to Senior Espanol.
The more one loves person the more
furious does any deception on her part
make one, A less loving mother might
have forgiven. Stung to madness, this
one wrote terrible letter to her fool.
ish girl who had so hurt her.
The husband hot Spaniard, read it.
1t insulted him, ,and he forbade his wife
ever to see her parent again. To do
him justice, love, and no mercenary mo.
tive, had led him on to elope with his
pretty heiress.
So the gulf was fixed between the
only two of the same blood who lived
on earth, and Sen0r Espanol began 70
give lessons on the guitar for two in
stead of one. Then for three, then for
four, then for FIVE. If he had lived a
little longer it would have been six.
But the day the fourth child was born
countryman, who mistook him for q
rival, stabbed him In the back. He ap-
olOgized at length the next minute, but
the poor victim did not live to hear him
through, but died trying to express the
fact that the gentleman was perfectly
excusahle.
Aud so Violette, who would have
been very happy with her music master
had he been less jealous, was left a wild
Ow with four babies, no money, ard no
accomplishment that had been suffi.
ciently cultivated to earn q living by.
Of course she took In sewing, and Of
course day came when there was very
small prospect of supper, and not even
a dream of breakfast.
Not penny in the house, not loaf
of bread In the closet, not o dollars
worth Of work TO be got nywhere, what
was she to do 2 The poor little woman
walked up and down and cried. That
did not help her. She looked over the
relics of the past. They were pretty
pieces OF jewelry, worth nothing. Valu-
able things had all been sold long ago.
She glanced out of the window. A wO~
man, with very large bran.new basket
and no shoes, went begging from door
to door.
The basket was worth two dollars
and half, the shoes could have been
bought for two. This singular circum.
stances preyed upon her mind. She
began to take an interest in the ways
and manners Of beggars, as the awful
expectation Of becoming one began to
haunt her.
Z" / could drown myself" she said.
" but ! could not very well drown four
children, like litter Of puppies"
Then leaning her chin ON her hands,
she watched from her lofty window an
other woman with handkerchief over
her head, going from door to door.
Was she begging1 It seemed not,
Once and twice she entered and stayed
some time. At last she saw her at her
own door, and heard her going from
room to room. There was a knock at
the door, She opened it, and the dark
hair under the silk handkerchief. the
big black eyes, the rich complex ion,
were there.
" Well?" she asked, inquiringly.
Let me tell your fortune, lady. /
only charge twenty-five cents" said
the woman.
"My fortune Is told, since have
not twenty i've cents In the world..'
said Violette.
The woman turned away :
"Stop q moment" said Violette.
Tell me one thing In this age do
people pay you to tell their fortunes p"
" No age Is too old, 'said the woman,
to whom the word presented but one
idea, !" Just told an old lahy's for
tune below. 1t was In the cards that
she was to have q husband, too-her
fourth. She gave me dollar. L0Vk !"
she opened her palm.
make money, / do" said she.
" I'm gypsy. lm a seventh child.
see the fortune Ill take any little bit
Of jewelry II you haven't any money.
Have your fortune told ?" But ViOlette
shook her head and closed the door.
" l cannot steal, and to beg am a.
shamed," said she 10 herself. AFTER
1t is dark tonight I'll 60 out and tell
Then she took two flat irons to the
Junk shop. bought loaf of bread and a
pint Of milk, and fed her four children
she for whom nothing had once been
dainty enough, aud who had ridden In
her own carriage.
She put the children TO bed, and left.
the key with nelghbor in case OF fire..
\ dread that haunts those many storied
houses like ghost, and then, disguised
In vail, hood and shawl, went forth
On her errand. 1t was a crazy dream.
She had not courage to attempt. fortune
telling. IL was worse than begging.
She wandered along the street, leaving
the ill'smelllng ones behind her, and