Charlevoix county herald. (East Jordan, Mich.) 189?-1953, 1904-09-24
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A Queen of PaImistry.

looked, and tempting maidens, with
rosy cheeks, were everywhere hypno.
thing the male portion OF the audi
ence into taking chances" on every
thing, from baby-cab to ''the hand
soonest man in the house"
In remote and darkened corner Of
the great building. large placard
announced in large. flaring letters that
Madame Forenselli, the queen of
palmistry, having come all the way
from Chicago, would 'analyze life
through tho language of the hand
for so cents an analysis.
The black curtains were drawn
closely about the Madame's adyta,
within which small oil lamp, the
flame almost e1tinguished and COW
Nred with smoked chimney, cast z
weird, uncanny light. Madame Fo-
renselli, her face masked, was dressed
in a long robe Of black and red, and
from the garment ornaments of for.
eign black-art hung like fetiches of
magic. About her neck was suspended
circle Of serpents' fangs, and on her
hhSSio 9HS "oiO OH range SSA.S tue-t
glistencd.
Seated on chair before her was
young man of twenty-six years, dark
and handsome. Bending over his hand
she scrutinized the lines sharply.
You have large and strong hands,
hence are capable Of Details" she said
in low, pure voice, with a foreign
accent.
The Madame drew her chair bit
closer and placed well-shaped hand
over the fingers held in her left palm.
Bending low over the hand she said
with an effort: you are in love-"
The young man started perceptibly.
xhile blush mantled his dark cheek.
~ "But do not marry the small WON
an with pointed fingers. She is beau.
tiful and accomplished, and you may
think you love her, but your natures
are not compatible. Your heart is
large and knows no boundaries. She
will fret and worry you-and you will
tire of her"
The Madame felt the hand within
trcmbled perceptibly as she continued
rapidly:
This long line bespeaks an excess
of tender love. Some ideal you think
you have lost, but you are in error.
She has not passed from your life.
She loves you with pure and lasting
love that time cannot efface."
AS the Madame spoke thus a ire
NOR passed through the body of the
man opposite her, and the woman felt
the warm blood surge even to his fin
vfer tips.
Proceed, Madame" he said, striv-
ing to be calm. his voice harsh and
strained.
This beautiful love crossed your
path and set all nature to singing
when you were just passed into mans
estate. The parting almost broke your
heart and hers,
For neither ever found another
TO ease the hollow heart from pining.'
You have tried to be manly,
sought to forget the past and to blot
from memory with pride and false af.
fection the image of one toward whom
your love will never die. You have
not forgotten, you can not forget.
There is only deceit Of self, for
without Anita"
Enough! Enough" cried the
young man in fagonized tones. My
God, woman, enough" He sprang up
like one stricken with some sudden
grief greater than human can endure,
while the pain in his heart was por-
trayed in his face, set and CHASTITY.
Quickly tossing Madame Forenselli
a coin, he hurried from the booth and
the building. Memory was pourirs
aloe into Ithe old wound. Hurriedly
ne slipped into side street and
walked as in dream toward the
river. Down on the grassy bank he
threw himself, his face buried in his
hands. In his brain there surged a
ferment of regret Fool that he had
been 10 lose tho pleasure of his life
ere that life was scarce begun! Now
she had gone from him; for three
long years he had not seen her She
had tFaveled-and yet she loved him
No, she did not love him. Why
should this woman, this Madame Fo
renseiii, know aught of the love Of q
heart SO chastep No; it was only q
ghost Of the past to destroy his peace
again, when no was striving so hard
to forget her.
Voices aroused him. Two glowing
Goals of fire apprised him that stroll
ing smokers from the fair were wan
dering on the rivers brink. He al
most Gated tbem for breaking in up
on his grief. He could hear their
voices plainly now. They were neal
him.
by the way one was saying. "did
you know the fortune teller, MADAME
Forenselli, at the fair tonight"
Some woman from Chicago, the
bills said"
Chicago, bah! That was Anita
Boughnou, Ward Leighton's old fame