Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1916-06-14


little street before venturing forth.
The house they were leaving bore on
a door plate the portentious words,
Nine. Cecile, Psychologist. Your F'u-
ture Foretold."
Wasn't it lark" cried Catherine
Barr. I'm terribly anxious to know
who the light-haired Adonis is am
to meet this summer, and, Peggy,
wasn't it wonderful what she told you
about the pin you got for Easter, and
how you'd lose it and have it returned
by your future husband?'
Yes shivered Peggy. 81 can't
get over it. While she was describing
it felt as though her eyes were look
ing clear through me. You see, l
have it on, pinned to my waist.
The crowd separated.
Come along with me, Lois" begged
Peggy. Il have to stop in Tukif's to
see about a brass candlestick for
mother"
81 can't today, dear! I've got to
dress and go to Graystone's to tea."
Tukif's seemed to be deserted, but
finally an old man appeared, and after
Peggy stated her errand, he retreat
ed into the mysterious region in the
rear of the store from which he had
emerged.
Peggy, still feeling uncanny from
her recent experience, had sensa-
ton of unreality among the as
semblage of ancient and oriental Gu
rios. She came to an old mirror and
stopped, regarding herself intently.
"You big goose!" she said to the re-
Election in the glass, ito believe in
such nonsense as that old faker told
you! Take a long walk before you
go home, and get it all out of your
! system.
She drew the pins out Of her sailor
hat and started to gather in some OF
the stray wisps of hair.
The street door opened and man
came in. Looking around hurriedly
for salesman, he saw nobody at first,
then, spying a girl in recess pat
ting her hair, he gave curt order:
please tell Mr.. Tukif to deliver the
lamp 1 ordered to this address" He
held out a card and Peggy took 1t
impassively. Of course he thought
her a saleswoman, but what difference
did it make.
The customer turned to leave, but
he hesitated, and looked deep into the
serious blue eyes. The eyes returned
the look calmly and coolly.
There was no excuse for staying,
so he went, but, passing the chair in
which Peggy had been sitting, he
stopped and picked up something.
Peggy looked at the card and read:
"Mr. Cyrus Harding drive"
The old man returned just then.
Peggy delivered the card and mes
sage, completed the business upon
which she had come and left the store.
Outside, she slipped her hand under
her jacket to reassure herself that her
new diamond pin was safe. But to
her dismay it was gone.
Then it popped into her head that
the customer who gave her the mes
sage had picked something up and
put it into his pocket.
She hurried out ard called taxi.
At the Riverside drive house, jap
anese servant answered her ring. Mr..
Harding had just returned.
She was ushered into sitting room,
wonderful combination Of black, old
gold and blue.
And then Mr.. Earding pulled aside
a portiere and stepped into the room.
He recognized her instantly, but if
he was surprised he gave no sign.
"How do you do?" he said courte-
ously-interrogatively, for her visit
puzzled him.
Good afternoon" choked Peggy.
Twelve come for the pin you
found with little deprecating ges-
ture.
"Pin?"
YES. The pin you picked up in
the Shop.
He frowned 81 don't seem to un.
derstand. l didn't find pin"
Put you picked up something.
Don't you remember--right in front OF
that teakwood chair earnestly.
Yes, see now. But didn't know
you wanted it so much or | should
have returned it. really didn't think
il so very valuable and-I wanted it.
No matter why! l didn't know what
you meant when you spoke OF pin.
I would have given it another name.
Here it is"
His hand went into his pocket and
he held out tiny tortoise shell comb,
the mate of one in her hair.
Peggy flushed furiously.
is that what you found?"
Yes Isn't it what you came for?"
mo! You sell lost a pin,
diamond pin today. ! don't work in
the store. You made a mistake u
was in seeing about candlestick, and