Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1881-02-03
FORTUNE TELLING.

daughter, Violette, was nowhere to
be found neither was the gentle
man, Senor Espanol, who taught
the guitar. The whole city was
alarmed By an account of the nys-
terious disappearance of beautiful
belle and hard working, gentle
manly young foreigner. However,
when some one had discovered that
the last gave lessons to the first, an
inference was drawn by some cool
looker-on.
MAY they not have gone to-
gether 2
The mother at once drove the
slanderer from her presence, pre-
fering the idea that her Violette
was murdered. However, before
long a penitent letter, all blotted
with tears, reached the poor old
lady, all alone in her great Fifth
avenue mansion.
Violette was married to Senor
Espaflol. The more one loves a
person the more furious does any
deception on her part make one. A
less loving mother might have for
given. Stung to madness, this one
wrote a terrible letter to the foolish
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 motive had
led him to elope with his pretty
heiress.
| So the guilt was fixed between
the only two Of the same blood who
lived on earth, and Senor Esponal
began to give lessons on the guitar
for two instead of one. Then for
three, then four, then for five. If
he had lived little longer it would
have been for SIX. But the day
the fourth child was born a coun-
tryman, who m1stook him for a
rival, stabbed him in the back.
He apologized at length the next
minute, but the poor victim did
not live to hear him through, but
died trying to express the fact that
gentleman was perfectly excusable.
And so Violette, who would
have been very happy with her
music master had he been less
Jealous, was left widow with four
babies, no money, and no accom-
plishment that had been sufficiently
cultivated to earn a living by. Oi
! course she took in sewing, and Of
course day came when there was
very small prospect OF supper, anc
not even a dream Of breakfast.
, Not penny in the house, not :
loaf of bread in the closet, not ;
, dollars worth of work to be 90
!. anywhere, what was she to do
The poor little woman walked VI
and down and cried. That did no
help her. She looked over til,
relics of the past. They were pret
ty pieces OF jewelry. worth nothing
f Valuable things had all been soll
long ago. She glanced out of tn
3 window. A woman, with a yer
r large bran new basket and no shoes
+ went begging from door to door.
q The basket was worth two dol
lars and half, the shoes coul,
. have been bought for two. Thu
u singular circumstance preyed upol
her mind. She began to take a
interest in the ways and manner
Of beggars, as the awful expecta
ton Of becoming one began t
haunt her.
L could drown myself she sait
but l could not we'll drown fou
> children, like litter Of puppies
Then, leaning her chin on he
E hands, she watceed from her loft
window another woman, with
:. handkerchief over her head, goin
81 from door to door.
Was she beginning? II SCENE
ct not. Once or twice she ehtere
n. n. and stayed some time. At last sf
saw her at her own door, an
r. heard her going from room to room
There was a knock at the doc
She opened it. and the dark ha
N under the yellow silk handkerchie
. the big black eyes and the ric
complexion were there.
a well 2 she asked, inquiringlv.
Let me tell your fortune, lad
II [ only charge twenty-five cent
It, said the woman.
" MY fortune is told, since, I ha'
n, not twenty-five cents in the worlt
q si- said Violette.
:. The woman turned away.
s ee Stop a moment said Violet,
es, ss Tell me one thing: In this age
or Or, people pay you to tell their TO
ter tunes 2
eli No age is too DID, said the W.
ids man, to whom the world presentt
.a. but one idea. 4 just told an Q
'se lady's fortune below. 1t was
the cards that she was to have
husband, too-her fourth. S
gave me dollar. Look 2 S
4. opened her palm.
4 make money, I do,' said 81
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