Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-09-24

the polite old gentleman, lowing.
 Miss Bull swept the cards into heap. I'm quite wiling" she said in voice almost pleasant for her. "Any- thing to oblige dear madame"
 Mrs. Jersey smiled still more gra- ciously and sailed away to send MT. Harmer to the cards. But she wondered inwardly why Miss Bull had given way so suddenly. There was some reason for it, as Miss Bull never did anything without reason. But Mrs. Jersey kept her own counsel and still continued to smile. She had quite made up her mind how to act.
 Ladies and gentlemen" she said, standing in the middle of the drawing room, i've must disperse tonight at 10. I have some business to attend to, so request you will all retire at that hour. In the meantime Miss Bull has kindly consented to tell your fortunes"
 Madame then retired to her throne and saw that the servants arranged the tray properly. She had gigantic chair, which was jokingly called her throne, and here she received stran- gers in quite q majestic way. Mrs. Jersey was not bad looking She had fresh colored face, bright black eyes and plenty of white hair like spun silk. Her figure was stout, but she yet re- tained certain comelinesS which showed that she must have been q handsome woman in her youth. Her manners were motherly, but she show ed stern face toward Margery and did not treat the girl so kindly as she ,srpR,+ \ A.us. Ia eRNo 1 great self command, but sometimes gave way to paroxysms of passion which were really terrifying. But Mar gery alone had been witness of these, and Mrs. Jersey passed for dear, gen tie old lady.
 A moment later Train entered, and after him came tall young man. fair haired and stalwart. He was hand some, but seemed to be i'll at ease and pulled his yellow mustache nervously as Train led him to the throne.
 This is my friend" said Leonard, presenting him. He just managed to get here, for the fog is so thick"
 Here he was interrupted. Madame ' cried Mrs. Taine, what Is the mat ter? MT. Farmer, the water wine quick"
 There was need of it. Mrs. Jersey had fallen back on the throne with white face and twitching lips, She appeared as though about to faint, but, restraining herself with a powerful ef- fort, she waved her hand to intimate that she needed nothing. At the same time her eyes were fastened not so much on the face of the stranger as on a piece of yellow holly he wore in his coat T am perfectly we'll" said Mrs. Jersey. '"This is only one of my turns. am glad to see you, Mr.
 "Brendon,'' said the stranger, who seemed astonished at this reception.
 George Brendon," interpolated Train, who was alive with curiosity. "Haye you seen him before, madamep'
 Mrs. Jersey laughed artdhcialiy. Certainly not" she replied calmly. ''and yours is not a face should for get, Mir. Brendon."
 She uttered the name with certain amount of hesitation, as though she was not sure it was the right one. George nodded.
 My name is Brendon," hesaid, rather unnecessarily, and Mrs. Jersey nodded in her most gracious manner.
 sI bid you welcome, sir. Any friend of MT. Trains Is also my friend. If there is anything to amuse you here?' She waved her hand "We are simple people fortune telling, little music and the company of my guests. Mrs. Taine, MT. Harmerp' She introduced them, but every now and then her eyes were on the yellow holly Bren- don remarked it.
 You are noticing my flower, Mrs. Jersey" he said Tt is rather rare"
 Most extraordinary" replied Mrs. Jersey coolly tI have seen holly with red berries before, but this yellow
 "There was great bush of 1t in my fathers garden" said MT. Harmer, 'sbut have not seen any for years"
 Perhaps you would like 1t, Mrs. ter sey,' said Brendon, taking 1t from his coat. @
 She hastily waved her hand. ssNo, not am too old for flowers. Keep 1t, MT. Brendon. It suits better with your youth" she looked at his face keenly. T have seen face like yours before"
 Brendop laughed. Il am of com monplace type, fear" he said.
 No; not so very common. Fair hair and dark eyes do not usually go to- gether. Perhaps I have met your father?''
 Perhaps replied George phleg- matically.
 "or your mother?" persisted Mrs. Jersey.
 II dare sayr' Then he turned the conversation. 'What delightful old house you have heret"
 Mrs. Jersey bit her lip on finding her inquiries thus baffled, but. taking her cue expanded on the subject of the house. Tt was fashionable mansion in the time of the Georges she said. Some of the ceilings are wonderfully painted, and there are all kinds of queer rooms and cupboards and cor ners in it. Will you have some negus, port wine neguS Mr. Brendon P