The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1894-01-14
cnIRoniNcY IN BROOKLYN
Ths Religion. Girr- Paiu Fsisihed Her
History and Character.


The fad Is palmistry Just now. Ever since
Cheiro moved into New York and hung up his
Moorish lamps and tiger skins and Orl-
entail draperies. and sat down under the
shadow OF his IIndoo god TO read the
pretty palms Of Gotham girls there has been a
decided awakening Of interest in the old art Of
chiromancy.
Ninc out Of ten OF the girls you meet have
had their hands read" OF late by somebody
more or less qualified to do so and a goodly
proportion Of these same girls do a little palm
reading on their own account. The rage has
attained such proportions in Brooklyn that II
you DO not want your hand seized upon by
some aspiring amateur palmist you must sit
around. like Dickens's Mrs. Wilfer with your
hands constantly encased In gloves.
A stranger would think that all brooklyn
must be engaged in a steady game OF poker.
Let's see your handw Is the demand heard
on all sides. What kind Of a hand have you
got 7" is another familiar remark. No true
palmist ever omits the got" at the end Of the
question. for she always explains to you that
the right hand. which is the proper one to be
read. lie the one yon have obtained or got
through your experiences In life. The left Is
the hand with which you were born. That is.
II Is less Influenced by your subsequent life.
A comparison between the two hands some
times develops very interesting facts. Ten
denotes which are revealed by the left hand
hand TO have been battled with and overcome.
Faint promises of the left palm are heaped up
tPnry ia some cases the lett hand is more adj.
mirablc than the right one. IT has good traits
b In the o hnna ss no
ing to show. There is slight coolness even
now between two Brooklyn Heights young
that lust com parison OF her two hands indi-
Gated that abe had retrograded since infancy.
OF a pamist friend and come out of It a friend
still as well as palmist Even friendship
ss"6S g o fSef Se 's spnts Vsro and
show that ones animal nature dominates
ones spiritual side: that one hasn't much ar
stingy and a gourmand; that one is enyious
and deceitiul and doesn't know how to dress
well. Almost any friendship would he strained
by such statements. And vet the conscien-
tous palmist sometimes finds herself con-
Welcome little iacts or OF d deliberately faisily-
ing the returns" OF the palm she reads
cLs ES Gi ar tn Sssy S@usne new ehromaE
tic light was visiting in Brooklyn the other
day, and appeared with her friend at asmall
social gathering. A Brooklyn girl OF wit. in
telligence. and culture. and one who Is well
known for her devotion to church work. was
before the palmist was reading the hand OF
the BROOKLYN girl In the midst OF an excited
Your line OF life" began, the chlromancer
with pompous solemnity. has never been
broken by serious Illness
How about that affair when you were a
baby - whispered one OF the girls. The palm
ist overheard. but gave no sign.
Your heart line is stronger than your head
line" she pursued. You don't care much for
study. You have horror OF being q blue
stocking. and read few books. But you delight
in society. That is your real Held As for re-
ligion- well. You sometimes think OF It, that
is all. You don't really care anything for IT,"
Then she scrutniZed the hand OF the Brook
lyn girl more closely.
There Ia something peculiar at the base OF
your life line she remarked. 1t Is n ter
rible accident and came very near being fatal.
As for your disposition, you are very good
tempered"
II should say am" exclaimed the Brook.
Ign girl. II were not would resent some OF
the things you have been telling me. As Tor
study. why. that's what care for most. m
delving away at Greek and Hebrew Just for
the fun OF it."
The palmist stared.
."rhurrh work !" said the Brooklyn girl
why. I'm known among my friends by the
nickname OF the Christian worker"
The palmist dropped the hand OF the Brook
Society y said the latter. Il couldn't
dance the cotillon il II would give me a halo OF
immortality | woul Id rather learn Sanskrit
than the waltz. And rs, for tho accident In
when my uncle found out that they were feed-
ing me soothing syrup and put stop TO il"
Needless to say, that particular prophet Of
now. But the science still hourishes.