The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1884-01-27

Iscanning the palm Of the left hand
and looking wise, or Of shutting
cards and rolling the eyes heaven
wards; it is just plain question and
answer, pure and simple. This
woman's manner, too, is 80 dlgnified
and serious that she disarms any
suspicion one may have as to her
genulneness, and her perfect can.
dor and freedom will remove the
strongest prejudice. I have known
people having the moot pronounced
views against her sincerity-peopIe
who have denounced her as q fraud
and humbug and her methods
as spurious II TO come away
from her, gloomy and thought.
full, and when questioned pre-.
ferred to say nothing, ex-
cept that she was "a very. remark
able woman or, Il never would
have believed It, or something of
that sOrt. Of course, she says q
great many things that are not true
l-you couldn't expect perfection In
q sOonaG's, you know-5ut if you are
going to work to prove her fraud,
young man, let me tell you that
you have laid out the labor of a life.
time. It would not be women only
who would fly to her rescue, either;
remember that. Why, there are
any number Of mining men who
consult her regularly about their
drifts and tunnels and where to sink
their shafts, and, you may not be-
lieve it, but it is none the less
fact, thousands OF dollars have been
spent in digging in the earth,
just on that wOman's Say so.'
Some men up here on the north
bench have been digging for coal
for a number of years in place 10
Gated by that peepstOne. This very
week an instance came under my
observation of a man who inter.
vie we'd her to find a lost diamond,
and there are scores Of such cases all
the time. [ have heard NOW mind
you, l don't tell this for a fact that
q certain business man went to her
recently and paid her a dollar to
tell him when the freight war would
end. So far as the girls Of my ac-
quaintance are concerned they
never ask questions of her except
pertaining to trivialties, such as
"What kind of a looking man will
my husband be?" or Gam l my
mothers favorite child ?" and moth
ing of any Importance, you will
agree, could possible hinge upon an
incorrect answer to such queries.
The questions Of married women US.
ually pertain to their family affairs,
as the doings, health and prosperity
of an absent son or the loss OF val
liable article of kitchen ware. You
will doubtless allow that nothing of
weight is involved in such interrog-
atories. But you great skeptics,
you unsuscsptible, ungullible men,
with all your incredulity and per-
lection, 60 to the humble home of
poor, weak woman, and implore her
to peer into an inch round of blue
Limestone, and on the result OF the
experiment you rick a foytui e.
There how do you like the picture ?"
At this timely juncture The
HERALD gossiper saw chance to
escape and without further ado he
sought "the security which his sane.
Jum grants" where he calculated
he would be safe from the incur.
stems of his irate f'sisters aud his
cousins and his aunts."
This is why we observe that THE
HERALD gossiper has bit off more
than he can readily masticate; he
has sown the wind and already he
is reaping perfect cyclone, and the
end is not yet.
AN HUMBLE CONFESSION.
Who Is that little woman thare,
With laughing eyes and dark brown hair,
And physiognomy 30 fair?
My wife.
Who's not as meek IS che appears,
And doesn't believe o. e-hslf she hearf,
And toward me entertains no fears?
My consort.
Who wakes me up On every morning,
About the time the day is dawning,
My protestations calmly scorning?
Ny tootsy wootsy.
Who marks my clothes With India ink,
And dsras my stockings quick as wink,
While sit by and SMOKE and think2
Ny companion for life.
Who asks me- every day for money,
With countensnce demare snd funny,
And calls me "pretty boy" and "honey?"
My little woman.