Truth. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1901-1908, 1906-01-20

chords may give to the voice the spirit
of an angel or, the sting of the viper.
Then, too, we have handwriting or Chi
Biography. to give us an insight into the
writer's chief characteristics and ten
denotes. Be they what they may, they |
will certainly be depicted in the form
ing of his letters.
BY observation, you will find that |
the person who has thirst for praise, |
always forms large capital letters with |
many flourishes so symbolical of his
butterfly existence, just as the evenly
proportional, well-formed letters in
dictate the well-balanced mind without
desire for either fame or praise. And
thus it is, we find ourselves deeply in
terested in all that class of sciences,
drawn from one to the other by ire
sistible influences and finally we take
a peep into Spiritualism and think
most profoundly upon singular coin
cidences we have known to occur, and
enter into the study of metaphysics
and telepathy. However, these are
sciences, but the innocent and mysti-
cal art of telling fortunes by running
the cards, possesses a charm that is
hard to resist no matter how skepti-
cal the person may be as to the vera
city of what the cards say 1t is really
alluring to set aside the cares of every
day life for few hours and enjoy the
revealing of future events when told
by bewitching maiden of the present
century. The black cat, an evidence
of witchcraft in the dark old Salem
, days, is not necessary nowadays nei
Their are the awe thrilling words of tn >
witch in Macbeth:
"By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes"
AS early as l can remember, | have
' always haunted the cottages and huts
) lof fortune tellers. The first time
, had my fortune told was by gypsy
Y woman. A band of the dusky tribe
g was camping on one of the commons,
,, or green swards, in the village where
t l was living and as usual, when the
y camp fire was built they assembled
t around the boiling kettle and spread a
f peculiar set of cards in methodical
e way before them while a greasy old
bag, adorned with beads and charms,
foretold events in a knowing manner
l. l shall never forget the peculiar fas.
J. cination she held for me and the won
d derment of how she could bepossessed
IS |of such wonderful power. 1t was near
e ing dusk of spring evening when my
d little sweetheart and l, boy of ten
S, years, timidly approached their GOV
10 cred wagons and asked the price to
Ie have our fortunes told. Twenty-Five
RI cents apiece, we were informed by
Is the soothsayer with glitter of hel
in beady eyes. My heart throbbed from
lie fervor and l mentally calculated thu
IS, full amount of twenty-five cents, such
ct large piece of money to my childisl
RS estimation of fortune to give to sucl
Ill decrepid old bag, yet I felt a curios
en- ity to see the highly colored picture
ne on the cards and looked despairingl
Sc at the brazen cross glittering in tn
Ell, light of the afterglow on the top O
the belfry of the old stone church O
ng st. Barnabas, rising so ghostlil1
Is, above the graves in the churchyart
lie The pennies l had saved for my Easte
ID. offering amounted to the sum of si1
ng teen cents, the only means to which
by could lay claim, and they had bee
he saved from sacrifices of things | wa
he fond of to gladden. the heart of som
Ca little heather in foreign lands, at leas
a so we were told by our Sunday-schoC
Did teacher. But the temptation of know
oy- ing what | was to become in the tn,
after Of life was too oraot ond fo1I