The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-01-17

stood .nutely at a distance. "What Jar
gon does she talk?' he inquired Of Lady
Drayton. Has she a smattering of
French?' &c.. e, .-.r .. '~ -. ~: -. =.
''she speaks French very we'll
Waverly answered for his sister,.
Good" said the millionaire; : and in his
best French, of which he was rather
proud, he invited the yelled woman to fol-
low them below to the saloon, and dis
play. her wares. Without&a word she
obeyed, and presently was opening a
quantity embroidered roll of chamois
leather, in a space cleared for the purpose
on a, table. q. W.. &c.,. ss..~
The roll had three pockets, one In the
center, one on each side. From the first,
the dark hand Qike brown satin in con-
trast to the flowing white sleeve). took
string Of pearls, large, white, and glist-
ening as dewdrops at sunrise. From one
side pocket came a tiara consisting OF
three diamond suns, arranged to be sepa-
rated If desired, and worn asi brooches
or pendants; from the other a curious
necklace Of square engraved turquoises
and gold scarabe, linked together, with
double strings Of tiny emeralds and rubies.
AS the last was drawn from Its resting
place something small and bright rolled
out of the pocket and fell upon the floor.
Quick as a flash Of light the white figure
stopped to recover it, but Eve had already
picked it UP, and was examining the thing
curiously. .., -e- -, ). :. -. i .
1t was great, pale topaz, as large as
a pigeons egg, and clear yellow, like
Rhine wine, and it seemed to Eve that it
might be intended for a seal, though there
| was no setting or handle. A heart; was
| cut into the stone, and beneath It, In Old
! French. was engraved the motto: my
honor is my life" t,'.s IL ,.- =
/ ."This is not for sale, mademoiselle, -
said the yelled woman, speaking for the
first time in old. broken French which
gave the impression OF lisping affection.
Everything: else>1 have. here can be
bought, but mot that. 1t is Of no; value.
/ But I keep it as a fetish.'E So speaking,
] she held out a brown hand, the &tapering
fingers twitching with eagerness. Eve
I laid the topaz datingly in the
! open palm, while everybody else examined
i praising extravagant1y, in English. No
one but the girl had looked at the yellow
stone closely enough to see the motto.
"Does it bring you, luck, this fetish?
asked Eve, more because she was fasci-
mated by the deep eyes, than because
she cared for an answer to her question
i st should lose my luck If I parted with
+ it, replied the woman. She closed hel
fingers tightly on the topaz, flashed 6
glance at the faces bending over the con
tents Of the chanois leather case, and tool
a swift, noiseless step nearer to Eve. Il
, ma demoiselle desires luck she said. hu1'
!, riedly, in a low voice, i can tell he
, whether or no she will have it. if she will
see me alone for few minutes before,
= leave this yacht. We women of the cas-
have secrets which are not known in tn
, west. I can tell mademoiselle's fortun
: as she will never hear. it told in her owl
country f. ~ z
Yesterday Eve Markham would hav
said that she did not believe in fortune
t telling, and she did not exactly believ
t to-day; but wonderful things had hap
!, pened in the past four and twenty hours
Her, life was in q transition stage an
, she: longed to know what the future hid
OF course this woman could not reall
: have supernatural powers. but the gil
told herself that it would be very inter
: iesting to hear what she would say; abov
!, all to know whether she would describ
:. e man like Dick knight.
+ ''I should love to have my fortune told.
/ said Eve. What Is it that you do
. Shall hold out my hand for you to loo
! at, or - 49,, 81 SIS s$s sas
& 81 can tell you nothing nov. or here,
Q lhurriediy returned the yelled woman