The daily Alaskan., 1919-02-22
CHAPTER II.
| Meet the Silent Woman and sllas
 Wright, Jr.

1 Meet the Silent Woman ana Slias
 Wright, Jr.
 Amos GrmShaw was there in our dooryurd the day that the old ragged woman came along and told our for tunes-she was called Rovln' Kate, and was said to have the gift of sec ond sight" whatever that may be. It was a bright autumn day and the leaves lay deep in the edge of the woodlands. She spoke never word but stood pointing at her palm and then at Amos and at me.
 Aunt Drel nodded and said:
 "AyeS. Kate-tell their fortunes If yc've anything to Say-ayeS!
 She brought two sheets of paper and the old woman sat down upon the grass and began to write with lit- tie stub of q pencil. l have now those fateiul sheets of paper covered by the sCrawlS of old Kate. l remember how she shook her head and sighed and sat beating her forehead with the knuckles of her bOny hands after she hud looked at the palm of Amos. Swiftly the point of her pencil ran over and up and down the sheet like the movements of d frightened ser bent. In the silence how loudly the pencil seemed to hiss in its swift lines and loops.
 My amt exclaimed Mercy" as she looked at the sheet; for while l knew not, then. the strange device upon the paper, l knew, by and by, that 1t was q gibbet. Beneath 1t were the words: Money thirst shall burn like a fire in him.
 She rose and smiled as she looked into my face. 1 saw a kind, gentle glow in her eyes that reassured me. She clapped Mer hands with joy. She examined my palm and grew serious and stood looking thOughtfully at the setting sun.
 see, now, her dark figure stand Ing against the sunlight as It stood that day with Amos in It's shadow. What a singular elOQuenCe In her pose and gestures and In her silence! l remember how it bound our tongues that silence of hers
 The woman turned with kindly Emile and sat down in the grass again | and took the sheet of paper and 1 resting it on q yellow-cOyered book be- gan to write these words:
 "I see the longing of the helper. One, two, three, four great perils shall strike at hlm. He shall not be afraid. God shall i'll his heart with laughter. I hear guns, hear many voices. His name is in them. [ He shall be strong. The powers of 1 darkness shall fear him, he shall be a lawmaker and the friend of God and of many people, and great men shall bow to his judgment md he shall"
 She began shaking her head I thOughtfuliy and did not finish the sentence, and by and by the notion came to me that some unpleasant wis Ion must have halted her pencil.
 Aunt Deel brought some luncheon wrapped in paper and the old woman took 1t and went away. My aunt fold | ed the sheets and put them in her trunk and we thought no more of them until-but we shall know soon what reminded us of the prophet woman.
 The autumn passed swiftly. I went to the village one Saturday with Un- ele Peabody in high hope of seeing the Dunkelbergs, but at their door We learned that they had gone up the river on @ picnic. What blow 1t was to me! Tears flowed down my cheeks and clung to my uncle's [ hand and walked back to the main street of the village. A squad of small boys jeered and stuck out their tongues at me. It was pity for my sorrows. no doubt, that led Uncle Pes body to take me to the tavern for dinner, where they were assuaged by cakes and jellies and chicken pie.
 At Christmas I got picture-book and forty raisins and three sticks of candy with red strlnes on them. and a