Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-11-28
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CHANDELIERS FORTUNE
BY JUNE GAHAN.

The charity bazaar was in full
swing. Dick Chandler entered the
large room and looked eagerly around
for Margery Dane, There were scores
of dark haired girls CARRIED In white
and, although most of them smiled
sweetly upon Dick, not one of them
was the girl he was looking for.
Slowly he wandered among the gay
ly decked booths; pretty maidens,
dressed to represent every nation I'M
der the sun, tempted him to exchange
his money for their wares, but he
promised them all that he would re-
turn and so went on, his eyes al
ways on the alert for Margery.
AS Dick passed the fancywork table
one matrou whispered to another
with a nod at the handsome young
man.
There's Dick Misunderstanding for
Margery Dane as usual. How long
has he been dangling after herr
Several years." returned the other.
bob says Dick doesn't dare put the
question to Margery for fear she will
Fefuse him.
''Humph! Margery has refused sew
eral men since Dick began to devote
himself to her. If he doesn't make
haste he will lose her in the end"
criticisms of his Idilatory wooing, was
still watching for Margery. He knew
that she was not to take an active
part in the bazaar because of d re-
Gently sprained ankle. He saw Mrs.
Dane in the distance and he resolved
to seek her out if Margery did not
soon appear.
AT the end of the room ne turned
and came down the other aisle.
Tucked away in a shaded corner was
q fortune teller's tent. Because he
had made up his mind to propose to
Margery that very night Dick was
prompted to enter the tent and find
out whether his wooing would be sue
cessful or not.
So he bent his tall head and en-
tered. The shawls that draped the tent
fell softly behind him and he found
himself in a dimly lighted room where
u gypsy woman sat on heap of rugs
before a low table.
She was a young woman; he could
see that by the slenderness of her
form and the contour of her cheek.
A golden scarf was twisted about her
dark hair, and around her neck were
strings OF colored beads.
II would like to have my fortune
told" began Dick.
STOSS Will SILVER.
After Dicks generous fee had been
jingled into a brass bowl he sat down
on the rugs opposite the fortune teller
and laid his hand on the table.
You would know about business?
Dick blushed. 'Well, er-not ex-
actly; you see, happen to know very
we'll just how my business affairs are
Fixed"
you would know about absent
friends, perhaps"
my friends are all at home
Then hesitating. you would
know the past and the future?"
you might unfold the future
madam" laughed Dick. you see
the future Is interesting"
Then it is--about love, you would
ask me?''
GO ahead" returned Dick, tersely.
The gypsy took his hand and studied
the palm intently. Dick, found him
self marveling at the length of the
black lashes that shaded her eyes.
You are unmarried she said, in
low, thrilling tone. you are I'M
married, but you love"
''Yes-go on!" cried Dick.
''She is fair--very fair
That's right-there isn't another
like her in the world" agreed Dick.
forgetting his embarrassment.
"She is fair" went on the fortune
teller just as if ne had not inter
rupted, with golden hair, like i'm
prisoned sunlight; blue eyes, like
violets. and"
Hold on!' interrupted Dick again,
in a perturbed tone; she really isn't
at all like your description
How do you. know?" retorted the
or A 4 4AII
fortune? Is it not for me to read the
palm and tell what / see graved
there? What matters ii il now you see
other maidens who look not like the
one ! describe? Believe me, sir, Fate
wills it that you shall marry the one
describe-and none other!'
Well, go ahead. I don't have TO
marry her-remember that!''
'She is fair, with golden hair
Like imprisoned nshine-don't
forget that" muttered Dick.
Like imprisoned sunshine droned
the gypsy. And eyes of violet and
teeth of pearl
II don't like your description,
madam" remarked Dick doggedly;
perhaps the girl have in mind
could have golden hair-if she really
wanted it, but she couldn't have
violet eyes IL she tried! Say eyes
like brown pansies drenched in
devil"
II am telling your fortune, sir,
and IL you do not like it, why, you
must make the best of It. Your fate
will have eyes of violet blue and
golden hair that is all her own. You
may not meet her for many years,
but some day-you will claim her for
your owu!''
My fate! Why, madam, l thought
i knew my own faten' cried Dick
bitterly. II thought she had mists
of dark curling hair-si1in like a
magnolia petal and eyes like brown
pansiesi I suppose If she came to
you to have her fortune told-you
would tell her that she was to marry
some little red-headed bounder like
Archie Ford. He sure has the inside
track there!" He bent his head on
his hand and stared gloomily at the
table,
''Sir, it lies within my power to
tell you the appearance of the man
the brown-eyed girl loves
II know myself groaned Dick
"Short and fat and freckled, with
millions of money! Wears plaid
clothes like horse blankets and
He stopped short and stared at his
interlocutor. Was he dreaming or
were the slim shoulders of the for
tune teller shaking with laughter.
"Who are your he asked sternly.
Again the gypsy became stern and
grave; still her head was gracefully
bent.
II would tell you of the man she
loves she said meekly.
Fire ahead-perhaps you can de-
scribe Archie better than I cam
HE is tall and handsome, with
flashing dark eyes; brows that meet
ever a straight nose; q strong chin;