The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1919-06-25
CUPlD-CLAIRVOYANT
BY EVA GOLDBERG.


program brought her outside the dool
precisely at eight each morning She
delighted In the brisk, stimulating ex
ercise, an appetizing prelude TO the
days labor, and enjoyed watching the
eight o'clock procession OF workers
whose faces had become familiar
through such regular meeting.
Howard Morse, o newly established
lawyer and stranger in the city, was
another fresh-air enthusiast, who PIE
ferred walking to street car conges,
tlon. For several mornings he had e3-
served Betty as she crossed Gage ase-
nue.. There was something in her man
ner that invited acquaintance. 1t
must have been this very something
that prompted him to single her out
of the many as one whom he cared to
know. And he craved an introduce
ton
Strangely, too, with the natural Gu
rosity that besets a newcomer in the
neighborhoOd, Betty wondered, as they
exchanged glances, who he might be
and was anxious to meet him. Sort
of mutual telepathy!
The Young Ladies' Aid, of which
Miss Hamilton was social director, was
running novelty bazaar to raise
funds for the entertainment of return
ing soldiers and sailors. Betty had
often amused the members with her
pet hobby Of telling fortunes. Thus
on this festive occasion she occupied
a little booth and charged admission
for her advice on affairs of the heart.
Whatever possessed Howard Morse
to stroll into the bazaar, he himself
knew not. Maybe, surrounded by gay
ETY. and excitement, ne could shake Off
that lonesome feeling Yet should he
seek the real truth maybe he would
encounter that captivating blue-eyed
little lady, He sauntered into the
dance hall-if she were here surely 1T
would be proper to ask her to dance,
an opportune moment for acquaint-
ancel But no, she was not among
the merry gliders. Most likely she
was not fond of dancing" he thought.
He would quickly change his mind If
he knew nov, in that stuffy little booth,
she longed to escape and keep time
with the gay music.
The young attorney was not sentl
mental enough TO patronize fortune
tellers. Had anyone ever suggested
such a means of fathomlng ones
heart, he would have laughed In mock
cry. But, upon passing the oriental
quarters, he decided to visit there If
only for the sake of amusement. He
would try his luck.
She affected decided accent.
"You are not long in this city," she
began In tone that almost fright
ened.
He nodded.
In her interest she found 1t hard to
concentrate. The silence perplexed |
him.
young man." she resumed, 81 fear
II fear"
ANY trouble ahead?r he interrupt
ed nervously.
II fear you are in love-" This she
told to all whose case it generally
fitted.
you've guessed 1t right" he smiled,
pounding the small table.
What delightful voice he had She
must tactfully urge him on to further
Before he realized It, he was con-
fiding in her. unconscious of the fact
that he was actually doing the telling
Of his own fortune. "And never even
spoke to the GIRL" he continued, "but
I'm smltten-never believed In this
business either
guess I've fallen though.
only yesterday found out her
name, when somebody walked over to
greet her. Betty-Betty Hamilton;
that's 1t. Now how am l going to
meet herr" :
When she discovered herself to be
the object of his conversation, Betty
was tempted to reveal her Identity
then and there; but no, she must not
1etray the madames origin. What a
strange predicamentl Now for quick
houghtl
"Well," she suggested, ito show that :
can help you out somewhat, you :
night call at my office tomorrow eve :
ling, and I'll arrange an introduction; :
70 Main street is the address," :
He paid the fee and walked out, feel
ng silly to have aired his private af- :
airs to some unknown woman. Just :
he same, he would venture to call the
lext evening.
Mrs. Hamilton answered the door
,ell "Is Madame Sphinx in. please?
s this her office? saw no sign" The
,oung man was beginning to feel EN-
'arrassed at sight of the kind-faced :
voman's roguish smile. After all, he
night be making fool Of himself.
He was ushered into the living room
phere Betty received him. :
"Good evening, Mr.. Morse" she vol :
:
"Er-er," he fumbled for words. :
She hasn't told you anything about :
t, has she? The madame" :
II haven't heard a word from a :
oul," she assured him. :
He was so innocent in his remarks :
hat guilty Betty could not refrain :
rom disclosing the secret to her in :
d