Waterbury Democrat., 1902-07-03

Lauy certainly was wonder. lie told her his story, emitting names and points of Identification, of course, and the most narrowing details. It seemed more tragic and hopeless to him as he told it. But the prophet ess surveyed Freddie's personable fig- ure and her black eyes flashed like matches.
 T don't have to go into psychic state for such an easy case," she said. You've just got to tell me one thing -the lady's first name"
 The lady's first name was Mildred. Mn" said the Yelled Lady, just as I supposed The whole trouble comes from your not calling your lady by her psychic name. She was named Mildred, you know by mortals. Now, her psychic name is-er-Flossie, and when you call her anything else you jar the astral infiuences-disarr the suspicious conjunctions, you know. Isn't that plain?" Freddie regarded the prophecies with a strong and sarcastic eye.
 Now, when you go home," she went on, "you watch your chance and call her Flossie. Not often--say once every day or two. And be sure to do it kind of absent-minded like-as if you was thinking of something else, you know because that gives the influences we'll you do itNand see"
 Freddie felt only strong desire to get out in the fresh air and kick him. self.
 "How much do I owe your" he asked.
 "That'll be $5o," said the Yelled Lady, Suavely.
 Fifty dollars'' echoed Freddie "For the folishness you've been talking? Your card says 'one dollar sitting.''
 That's all right about my card, dear," said the Yelled Lady. "This is different"
 She stopped and regarded Freddie searchingly.
 "You don't think my reading is worth $50?" she asked.
 q don't think it's worth two cents," replied Freddie.
 Well, I'll tell you what we'll do, then," said the prophecies. Don't pay me cent now You go home and try my scheme. Then come around next week and pay me just what you think it's worth. Is that fair?"
 Freddie didn't like the plan. He wanted to be rid of the Yelled Lady. He offered to compromise for five dol- lars, then for ten. He would have paid the $50, finally, but the Yelled Lady pushed him gently to the door and out. She seemed to like the prop osition the more she thought of it.
 That's all right" she said. "You come around next week. But be sure and do it absent-minded, darling."
 Then she shut her door and Freddie made for the open air.
 His wife dined at home the next night. Freddie hadn't the remotest in- tention of making fool of himself on the Yelled Lady's prescription, but Mrs. Freddie was so wholly unrespon- sive and bored that in sheer despera- tion he had said before he knew it:
 What have you been doing to-day, Flossie dear?"
 Mrs. Freddie looked up with sud- denness that jolted Freddie.
 What did you say?" she asked.
 ''I merely asked you what you had been doing to-day,'' said Freddie.
 NSiis "bdO, dSACo XhISs 6 IcuuIG, "did you call me?"
 She hadn't looked at Freddie with such interest for six months. Freddie couldn't believe his senses.
 "Why, 'Mildred,' I suppose, what e1se?" asked Freddie, lying without quiver. Then in two dozen words she told him of her doings that day.
 Two nights later Freddie was doz- ing on the library couch, when his wife came home from dinner. She passed by him and he put out his hand and seized her sleeve.
 Hello, Flossie, dear" said Freddie, sleepily.
 Freddie weighs at least 600 pounds when he is sleepy, but she had him by the shoulders sitting upright in less than it takes to tell it.
 "Freddie-Freddie Lawrence" she demanded. her eyes and cheeks blazing and looking far more lovely than Fred die had ever seen her, "what have you been calling me? What do you mean by calling me Flossie? Who is Flossie, Freddie dear-?"
 Freddie lost his mind temporarily, but his soul expanded like a balloon, and the rest is sacred history.
 The next afternoon Freddie was ush- cred into the Yelled Lady's sanctum.
 ''WeIl, birdie,' asked that genial prophecies. "do I get my $5o?"
 'You do,'' said Freddie, handing her a bill. q might have sent it to you, but I wanted to come" Freddie showed emotion--"and tell you that you're all right"
 The Yelled Lady looked at the bill as matter of business. It was $500 gold certificate.
 You're all right, too" said the prophecies. But say, dear don't you ever try that psychic name again. It wouldn't work."-N. Y. Sun.