The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1906-11-27
love, poor fellow, and the lady is

Freddie started. There seemed to
be something in psychics. His funereal
face relaxed a trihe.
The Yelled Lady was a ~jovial, fat
little prophecies, and she seemed to
like Freddie's looks. She took off her
veil after the first formal moment,
and ever offered to send out for beer, if
Freddie was dry. But Freddie didn't
want any beer. He wanted c~lairvoy-
ance.
well, then, you tell me the whole
story, dear" said the Yelled Lady,
'and I'll go into a psychic state and
fix y up in a minute. You're a mar
ried man, amt you?"
Freddie started again. The Yelled
Lady certainly was a wonder. He told
her his story, emitting names and
points of Identification, of course, and
the most narrowing details.
1t 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.
81 don't have to go into a 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.
"M-m," 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 m%ortals. Now,
her psychic name is-er-Flossie, and
when you call her anything else you jar
the astral MISUNDERSTANDING the
auspicious conjunctions, you know.
Isn't that plain?"
Freddie regarded the prophecies
with a strong and sarcastic eye.
Now, when you go home" she went
IN, 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
well you do it and see"
Freddie felt only a strong desire to
get out in the fresh air and kick him
self.
How much do I owe your" he
asked.
"ThatI be $780," said the Yelled Lady,
suavely.
Fifty dollars echoed Freddie. "For
the f~olishness you've been talking?
Torr card says one dollar a 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 $500" she asked.
"I don't think it's worth two cents"
renlied Freddie.
well. I'll tell you what well do,
then" said the prophecies. Don't paw
me a cent now. You go home and
try my scheme. Then come around next
week and paw me- Just what you think
is 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, hut 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. "TYou
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
t%ention of making a fool of himself ON
the Yelled Lady's prescription. but
Mrc Ero11to x.,oe - x..I111-
sive and bored that in sheer ~despera-
tion he had said before he knew it:
what have you been doing to-day,
Flnssie dear?"
Mrs. Freddie looked IN with a sud-
denness that iolted Freddie.
"What did you say?" she asked.
81 merely asked you what YOU had
been doing to-day said Freddie.
"Well, what" asked Mrs. Freddie.
"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
else?" asked Freddie, lying without a
CULVER. Then in two dozen words she
told him of her doinPs that day.
Two nights later Freddie was doz-
ing on the library couch, when his
wife came home from a 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 GOO pounds
when be is sleepy. but she had him by
the shoulders sitting upright in less
than 1t takes to tell It.
"Freddie-Freddie Lawrence" she
demanded, her eyes and cheeks blazing
ans looking far more lovely than Fred
lie 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.
"Well. birdie" asked that genial
prophecies. edo get my $50?"
you do" said Freddie, handing her
a bill. 81 might have sent /. to YOU.