Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1890-05-15

was ebony, upholstered in crimson
Pension silk. There were crimson
silk-shaded lamps here and there, and
beside Que sat a strange figure. which
arose TO greet as as we entered.
That's the sorceress, whispered
barley. (the young man | mentioned;
his real name ] will not giye).
The woman was a small slender
creature, all decked in red satin and
black lace Her high-heeled red satin
shoes were beaded in black, and in the
black masses OF her hair glittered .
crescent of rubies. Her face was very
dark; she had immense black eyes and
a crooked mouth, with little dmples
at the corners, and teeth brilliantly
white. She bowed and smiled to the
whole Of us, and then her keen, COM
preheusiye glance fell upon barley.
Her face grew suddenly sad and cloud
ed.
you have an urgent destiny to full
fill, - she said. you have life to
save from present and future perdition.
II comes to you as recompense
for two unhappy lives. The story of it
all is a terrible one. | can but dimly
see it, but what | see fills me with
horror | am sorry you came, | am
always affected by the fortunes Of the
people ! tell. | can't talk any more
now. Leave me, and you all can come
some other time for your fortunes.
am very tired"
She sank into her deep crimson chair
and closed her eyes. We left her
silently. awed and impressed against
our will.
When we entered the cool air of the
October night the young fellows com
menccd icsting over the scene.
Shes Il queer one, said Y.,leu-
tine. Lots OF believers among the
fashionable people, and makes loads of
money"
"Confound her, said barley. with
nervous shrug. IL wish she'd singled
out some one else for her uncanny pre-
diction."
Where shall we go nextP' That
was the question we stood and asked
each other as we reached Twenty-third
street.
Perhaps you'd like to see some of
the opium dives2' suggested Mar
lowe.
las I'm in for anything uncanny you
fellows propose, l think perhaps,
should"
We'll, there's one here that know
of which is decidedly different from the
usual run. You hear Of their luxury
and all that, but this one is the only
luxurious one in all New York. It's
kept by an old mana Chinaman,
presumably-and a young girl about
whom there is nothing Chinese. She's
beautiful creature, and people 90
there to see her, and she HIi, their
pipes and sings them songs with "A look
oil loathing and scorn upon her face,
passionate enough to scare man with
delirum tremeus into his senses.
have access to this place having got
the drop on the old man through pro-
fessional knowledge OF some of his pro-
eeedings.
To this place we went reaching it
through many ways too complicated for
description. At last the queer, crooked
little dwarf who met us at the entrance
drew apart the rich curtains of the
divaus OF rich material, upon which re-
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tirnre of the old Chinaman arose from
its half recInipw po,ition on the richly
carnetcd floor and bowed with crime
mo politene,,, before Marlowe. The
man was richly clad in a Chinese robe.
roroeou,ly embroidered. examined
hi. face curionsIy. 1t was not
Chinese face. The complexion. despite
tbn nainr yos that Of a CircoSsiap. The
eyebrows we're painted into thin. slant
inc shane. aud the fun. sensual lips
could never have belonged to any one
save AlNado Chiuaman. The face re-
called something familiar. something
had seen before and liked not the
memory Of As was bordering over
The strange fgure the Girl came up
toms. See held Golden bowl filed
with pines. i'm her hands.
"Wnj ,ou have une?' She asked sui
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