The Republican journal., 1915-06-10
By Miss Blanche Jennys.


THE PROPHECY.
By Miss Blanche Jennys.
One day in the fall of 1915 l received a
letter from my friend, Mary Hayes, IN
wiling me to spend week with her in
Boston. | accepted and arrived there
on the specified date. The following
afternoon we visited famous fortune
teller and explained to him we wished to
see all our classmates as they would be
ten years from that day and hour He
seated me facing large mirror and said
one, and then Mary would take my seat
to see the remainder.
AS the mist slowly cleared, | saw
the dining room of country doctor S
house. A man and woman, supposed
ly his wife, were seated at table set
with all the delicacies that are obtain
able in that district in the summer. By
his agitated manner and her cross
looks l judged that the doctor, Everett
Hatch, was late to lunch and Miss Brad
dock, our former schoolmate, was dis
pleased.
AS this faded into cloud another pic
ture of an entirely different sort began
to take shape. 1t was large ocean
liner. The window of the wireless room
was open and there sat a woman. Who
of our class could this be? No other
than Arie Annette Holt. A young man
was standing at her side talking. He
slowly turned and as he did so, wonder
ed why they were not in canoe, for |
saw Gene Cannon.
The scene of the third picture was a
large business college in the typewriting
department. Leota had always been very
capable in this work and surely no one
was better suited for the position.
The fourth picture showed the inter-
Tor of a missionary's home. Four small
children were crowded around mission
airy barrel, each striving for first place.
AS one of the children fell and the moth
er stopped to pick it up l recognized
Mary Hayes.
AS the mist again cleared, was gaz-
ing at large circus tent, the center of
which was arranged for tight rope walk
ing. A woman dressed in red stepped
out and commenced her perilous per-
Torrance. At her first step toward me
| knew it was Ruth Maffit. Who would
have thought it of Ruth? She was al
ways so sedate.
The next picture showed the interior
of the Congressional Library, where one
of the librarians had just come IN. AS
she took off her wraps, knew it was
Doris Roberts. She had always wanted
to be librarian, but it was almost toe
good to be true to think she was in such
a beautiful place.
Next, as the mist slowly lifted, l was
looking at a large room where several
young men were seated. Over the place
where the speaker stood We're the letters
Y. M. C. A. AS the lecturer rose anc
addressed his audience, l recognized
Walter Bowen. Certainly no one of oul
class had a voice better suited for this
purpose.
The scene of the next picture was a
church entertainment, where a musica
program was being given. The pianist
was seated with her back towar me, bLt
| noticed she had beautiful AUBURN hair
Surely, this was Ruth Macomber and the
singer no one except Harold Coombs.
Again, looking, | saw the managers
office of large garage. On the desk
was a girls picture in silver frame.
The man sat regarding it with tender
looks while near his hand was letter
he was writing, which began "My dear
Helen" Of course, this was Leroy
Coombs.
AS this grew dim and another took
shape, | saw young man, styllsh!y
clothed, step out from the new Varnum
Hotel in Washington. He was loaded
with bundles and carried large suit
case. This suddenly opened and rubber
plants. raincoats, shoes, and all sorts OF
articles flew out. He picked them uI
and put them back and as he smiled,
recognized Lee Noyes.
The next picture showed ball field
where a very exciting game was being
played. l glanced in the grand stand
and noticed the seats reserved for the
managers use. A slim, blond lady sal
there, evidently more interested in the
manager than in the game. This was
Martha KnoWlton.
Next 1 beheld the stage of large
theatrewhich was arranged for avoiding
scene. The guests were assembled and the
march was being played. AS the bride ap
preached, | recognized Ruth Redman
still playing the role of the bride as she
had in 1.-The Hoodoo. " To think Ruth was
a famous actress, when we had all though
she would be school teacher or some
thing of the sort.
| waited for the mist to clear AGAR
but the fortune LelleTl Sdlu udu Seei
nv share and must give my seat to Mary
THE PROPHECY CONTINUED.
BY Miss Mary Hayes.
now approached the mirror and look
ed at it steadily, slowly but distinct!
there came to view magnificent theatre
crowded to it's utmost capacity. On the
stage stood woman, richly gowned an,
apparently singing. 1t was Hazel Shell
don, holding her audience spellbound b.
the magic Of her voice.
The next picture was that OF an All
mated mass meeting composed OF womel
and girls. From the rostrum maJesti
figure entered, denounced and gesticulat
ID with vioor Bv her enthusiastic man