The morning times., 1896-08-09
Path of Today's Solar Eclipse.
SPELLS CAUSES MARRIAGES GIVES
LUCK TELLS PAST PRESENT AND

SPELLS CAUSES MARRIAGES GIVES
LUCK TELLS PAST PRESENT AND
FUTURE
All the letters were OF the same size
and there was no punctuation. But it
told its story well enough.
A ring at the door brought u bright
colorcd girl, ten years old, who said Madam
Jones was in and ran up stairs to call
her. When the girl ret urped she a nnounced
that Madam Jones would sec the visitors
In n few minutes. Then sine stood in the
threshold and peeped at the strangerthrough
the crack behind the half-opeD door.
Are you Madam Jones little girl?''
"Yes, sir" and she came iD reassurcd
and took Il seat.
MADAM JONES SANCTUM.
The room was rather Ia wdrily furnished
but withal made Il good appearance, es-
pecially considering the last residence of
its owner, OF which the reader Will learn
later. There were two easy chairs, one
with a dark gre,Il plush cover, the other
in red damask. On the center table were
a number Of books, including large
one, which was Dot the Bible.
Several other chairs stood about the room,
and there was sofa in one corner. On the
floor was u Brussels rug, with Some mats,
and on the mantel Il number of small and
cheap trifles.
The windows had the ordinary imita-
ton lace curtains. Over the mantel hung
badly done crayou portrait Of u young man,
and opposite, on the wall, Il better crayon
of an elderly woman. Wretched prints II
one kind OF another filled other places on
the walls, including n picture in red and
blue OF the Saviour bearing u child in his
arms. Altogether, however, there WIS
little to distinguish the parlor from that Of
-sJx,n luhn
.'Is that picture OF your brother?' asked
the reporter, indicating the one over the
mantel.
mo; that's my father. He's an express
driver
For whom does he driver
He owns his own wagon" was the sn
swer, with a touch Of pride.
do you go to school?'
"Yes; we used to live in South Wash
ington till about a month ago, and went
TO the Briggs school,"
AT that moment there was a creaking
and a slight grunting on the stairs as if
some portly person, with the rheumatism
or some other aiIment was coming down
and rather wished the fact to be known.
The little girl glided out of the room and
as the .'doctrcss'' passed back to q rear
room returned and said, Madam Jones
will see you in her Office
Inc reporter was uSueEcu lutO udI
room eight by twelve. On a sidebonrd
stood an array of bottles OF every age and
cline, apparently the .herbdoctress stock
of curatives. This was in the corner i'm
mcdiateIy upon entering the room. In
the far end was an indistinct lot OF articles
of n nondescript kind. In the center of
she room, against the wall, was a table
with an inkstand. several used-up pens
and a deck OF dingy playing cards.
"You cure diseases with herbs?" in
Quired the reporter.
"Yes, doctors asmy, guitar, rheumatis
an sich an other things.''
Nine. Jones is an ord mary looking
negress, little removed in color from
the native black, with thick lips, fiat
nose, small dark eyes, kinky hair, and q
sleepy look On this particular occasion.
She was dressed in q striped calico
waist and print skirt, both clean, but
made up with very little attention TO the
prevailing style. Her head was bandaged
with cotton cloth, which abe excused