The Birmingham age-herald., 1908-09-15
Dolly Dal1ymble COnsnlfs Ar AstYoL0geY Ab0ut the
 Nep Independence Parry
Information About MT Hsgen, MT araves and MT Hearst Forecast of the Political Situation-Women
 Interested in Result.
By DOLLY DALRYMPLE.

Anticipation of the presence in this city of Mr Thomas L. .Hisgen and MT. John Temple Graves, presidential and vice presidential candidates of the independ- ence party, accompanied by MT. William Randolph Hearst, and other prominent men who are closely identified with the party, has occupied the minds of the people for many days.
 Their arrival yesterday was the occa- sion of great interest and it is evident tha. the leaders of the independence party and its followers have considerable faith in the outcome of the election in November.
 The women of Birmingham were espe- cially invited to the big rally at the au- ditorium last evening, which indicates that their opinion on the subject counts for no little and verifes the idea that woman's sphere has limit, for there's not a feathers weight of worth without a woman in it.
 When I saw the distinguished group of men yesterday afternoon, earnestly discussing the situation, with numbers of Alabamas big political leaders, I found myself interested beyond expres- sion. I talked with several clever women on the subjeet-not the variety whom many men assume if given the right of suffrage would immediately announce for the office of constable-but well-balanced, well-posted women, who are interested in politics from a womanly point of view because their husbands, their fathers their sons and brothers are in- terested, and who view the situation from broad and generous vantage ground.
 In conversation with very bright woman who was bubbling over with en- thusiasm on the subject, it occurred to us that it might be possible to discover what the chances for MT. Hisgen and MT. Graves to occupy the center of the political stage for the next four years. The old aphorism, Read your answer in the stars" suggested itself to us with infinite possibilities-if only an as- trologer, a clairvoyant or "the seventh son of a seventh son. or something of the sort could be found.
 Surely in a place the size of this there are prophets, or fortune tellers" said Bettina, "and how to discover them is the question:"
 I'm not going to tell you how we did it, but suffice it to say that when two women put their heads together, and their curiosity is aroused, wonders may be &C., complished.
 After an exciting search we finally found modest abode, which indicated by an unpretentious sign that a real, live person resided there, "who could tell you things"
 Reading farther, those interested were informed that the presiding genius of the place was a reader of planets, sort of general utility man. who predicted won derful things, enlightening love-lorn maidens, consoling "unmerry widows," and advising gentlemen about investing their money on the stock exchange.
 ''I am afraid the planets are off duty in the daytime" exclaimed Bettina. q wonder what their office hours are, any way!''
 We gave a gentle little rap at the door and diminutive boy opened it for us, and kindly bade us enter
 'Oh, isn't it spooky," I said, and clutched Bettinas arm.N
 I'm crazy about it,v answered my companion. tits so exciting"
 We glanced around the room which was quite ordinary in appearance. A sofa of dark brocaded velvet, center table with smoky lamp and an autograph album bound in red plush on it, several rickety rocking chairs and an old green shade with Nottingham lace curtains, over the window formed the greater part of the furniture nice friendly looking cat, entirely unlike the yellow-eyed black cat owned by the witch in the fairy legends, greeted us cordially.
  portiere, appeared the Great Mogu." We shivered, as we heard him approach, ex- pecting to see him dressed like tur- baned Turk or clad in a long black gown, but we were disappointed. He was dressed in ordinary citizens clothes, but he had long black Svengali-looking hair and whiskers, and his eyes glittered like the ancient mariners.
 He smiled and motioned us to be seat. ed. then proceeded In a very business like way to question the planet reader.
 "Wouid you be kind enough to inter- view the stars and tell us if MT. Hisgen will be our next President?" I asked.
 And don't forget about MT. Graves" whispered Bettina. You know how avery southerner loves MT. Graves and bow proud we would be to see him in Washington"
 The planet man heard the stage whis- Der and laughingly said:
 My dear young ladies, I don't think can discover an answer to your ques- lion in the stars. might cast the horo- Scopes of the candidates--but even that Isn't infallible. Are these gentlemen on the prohibition, socialist or labor ticket?"
 The seeming ignorance of the man dis gusted Bettina and me and we were bimply furious.
 Why they are the independence party