The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1916-03-16
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x iShe came back looking frightenji
= 4 have called, shv sglstr AUDI rgne
his bell many times. but6e doeslgho

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his bell many times. bussfe doasHhor
answer Sad
Il knew where his slecpings FSoin
was. kearny ana pushed by her hnI
went to it. put my shoulder against
the thin door and forced it open.
In an armchair by great table COW
cred with maps and books sat Don Ra-
fael with his eyes closed. l touched
his hand. He had been dead many
hours. On his head above one ear wus
u wound caused by heavy blow. It
nad ceased to bleed long before.
Il made the old woman call a IpoZo
and dispatched him in haste to fetch
Herr Bergowitz.
He came, and we stood about nS is
we were half stunned by the AWFUL
shock. Thus can the letting of n ra,,
drops of blood from one mans veins
Drain the life of Il nation
'Prcscntly Herr Bcrgowitz stcc,nJ
and picked up n darkiSh stone tho ,;,"c
OF an orange which he SAW undor thn
.apie. lie examined ii closely throu.n
Ills great glasses with the eye of sci
ence.
fragment said he. of a dcton,t-
ing meteor. The most remarkable ono
Ill twenty years exploded above t,,.;
city little after midnight this morn
ing
The professor looked quickly up at
the ceiling. We saw the blue SKI
through hole the size of an orop.,,
nearly above Don Raraels chair
Il heard Il familiar sound anh turned
hearny had thrown himself on lnr
hoor and was babbling his compcnC::.a
or Dlttcr. blood freezing curses Against
the star of his evil luck.
"Undoubtcdly Phoebe had been for.
nine. Even when hurtlin- on her WY
to fiery dissolution and cvcrIostiuo
loom the last word had been hers"
Captain Malone was not unskiIIc,, j.,
narrative. He knew the point whcrc =,
story should end. | sat rcvelmr in hi.
effective conclusion when he orousrd
me by continuing:
"Of course" said he. "uur scbrr,...
were mt IN end. There was no one {,
take Don RafaeiS place. our liz.
army melted away like dew before r.,
sun.
"pne day after | had returned to
New Orleans | related this story tu ,
friend who holds Il profcSSorshiu n
Tulane university.
w hon had finished he lnuyhcd aud
asked whether | had any knowled,,c
or kearny's luck aftcrward. told
nm no: that had seen him no mo"c
mt that when he left me he had OK.
pressed confidence that his future
would be successful now that his IN.
lucky star had been ovcrthrown.
"'No doubt said the professor .,,o
IS happier not To know one fact. If
he derives his bad luck from Phoc,c
the ninth satellite of Saturn. that %.
liclouS lady is still engaged in ovor-
looking his career. The star close to
Saturn that he imagined to he her vy,s
'far that planet simply by the chal. q
or its orbit. Probably at different
times he has regarded MANY Other
stars that happened to be in Saturl.s
hci%hDorhoOd as his evil one The rcol
Phoebe is visible only through a vc"y
good telescope.
About year aftcrward," continued
Captain Malone. Il was walking down
street that crossed the Poydras mar
ket An Immensely stout. pink faced
lady in black satin crowded me from
the narrow sidewalk with n frowu.
Behind her trailcd little man laden
to the gunwalcS with bundles and boys
of goods AMI vegetables.
Ut was kcarny--but changed.
stopped and shook one of his hands.
which still clung to Il bag of garlic
and red peppers.
"1low is the luck. old compancro?'
| asked him. | had not the heart to
tell him the truth about his star
"'Wcll.' said he, I am married, as
you may guess
'FranciS,' called the big lady i'm
deep tones, are you going to stop in
the street talking all dayT
"'l am coming, Phoebe, dear said
kcarny. Fastening after her"
Captain Malone ceased again.
"Aftcr all, do you believe in luck?"
| asked.
do you answered the captain.
with his ambiguous smile shaded by
the brim of his soft straw hat.