The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1883-05-30

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wentoh, and yoq have a blue fan.
AT a cde9 Btt l6aess syening sou drop.
ped it. fhe spIls lsman who pick.
ed il up ls 20 Sbe your husband
The stars say
"Hos white you turn, Essie,' z
cried q tes
II FED failt said. "It's true
/ dropped aBlas fan at the opera
when Patti snug Trasiatia, and a
gentlep "a picked it up, but |
should tknow lAm from Adam. I"
"Yo meet him again, howey-
er, Mis- ssaid the gypsy. "some
Sunday at church be willhand you
a prayerbook witlftho place mark
ed with . flower; when you SEE that
you wiluknog that your fate has
come. His first name is Robin.
He has black hair, black eyes and
a dimple in his chin deep enough
to put Dur finger ili3and he wears
a mus gbe,
eetlsiuly had enough for my
dollar Ne all walked home to.
gether rather setio1sly, butlin a
day or two the Impression passed
away, and We almost forgot how
strong it had been.
The rest of c9tober was very
pleasasit I'VE had prayers III the
school Dom instead Of going to
church But on the first Sunday
in No embor the sky was blue and
the al clean and we all set forth
for church together
II y happened that there were
fuur4new achplats, and tbe seats
belonging to the school were full;
four Of US were left oyer to claim
the courtesy Of our heighbors. l
was invited to enter a pew occu.
pied by one old lady, and US my
prayer book was in the school rack
| had none and did not like to help
myself without invitation. AS l
hesitated d book was passed to me
from the pew behind me.
"This is the place" said a charm
ing voice, and as l bowed my
thanks saw the page was marked
with a pressed daisy,
Instantly the visi, to the gypsy
camp and the fortune teller's pro.
phecy rushed to my memory. ]
could not have helped looking at
the pew behind if my life had de-
pended on it. l actually turned
my head and looked fnll nj lhe
gentleman who had given me the
book.
He had black hair and eyes, a
long muslache, aud u dimple on
his chin that you could put your
finger in.
The congregation was rising; l
arose, too. l held the book in my
hand and softly turned to the fly.
leaf bsfure the title page. A name
was written there-Robin Army.
tage.
Who can blame me If l said to
myself: Certainly l have met my
fate at lust"
It's vulgar to "flirt".-wtong to
make acquaiutanCes without an
Introduction, but IL was all Robins
fault. When he held his umbrella
over me one rainy dayj when he
met me as | went shopping for Ber.
lin wool for my afghan, aud walked
with me and talked; when old Bill.
berry who made the fires for The
school, came upon me in the gar.
den one morning, and pointing to
the gentleman, who had no bust.
ness to be looking over the fence
said: "I.ook here, Miss. This here
is Mr. Robin Armylage. Proud tc
make you knowod to each other
who could go against fate2 And
80 ! had the impudence 70 intro.
duce him to uncle in the holidays
and in three months we we're on,
gagged l graduated, left school
and soon after married Robin, and
was as happy as bird, or a butter.
fly, or a squirrel.
Ihad told Robin about the gypsy
Of course, and he had agreed with
me that it was all very wonderful
aud at last, one bright spring eve.
ming, as we talked together Of The
strange prophecy, and particularly
Of tho fact that the gypsy had
known his name, and l was grow,
ing little excited over it all, wher
Robin put his arm around my waist
and S1Rar, mn nIaso a.. IL.