The weekly Iberian. (New Iberia, La.) 1894-1946, 1921-04-30
THE TRUE SEER
By MILDRED WHITE.
&c, 1921, Western Newspaper Union)

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Mia was leaving in the morning
and she must not go away without
hearing. His love for her seemed al
most a pain, she was 50 sWeetly. HUI
manly dear, so understanding. Mia
had no home, Bob had learned.
When the years at boarding school
could be no more, she lived with one
relative or another of her fathers, In
apartments here or there. Nita's IA
Their had loved, and married her girl
mother in far away Spain, and though
Mia was born and raised an Ameri-
can, the Spanish enchantment of her
departed mother still lay in the girls
du~ky eyes and voice. At length She
left the piano and came toward Bob
with her slow smile Of greeting.
You know why wished to TIE alone
with you, Mia" he said. Because to
night l must ask my question You
realize, do you not what that question
will beg"
The girls dark eyes caressed him.
"Prrhaps," She replied but first.
Bob dear, may ! tell you story?
IF the story is not too long he
agreed
once upon a time" began Mia.
there was a girl 50 lovely so cap
tiyatiug that men knowing even her
falSeness, failed to resist her charm,
and like the siren song her charm
led only to sorrow. For this girl had
no will to love, no heart for ought but
money. And one day came an honest
lad with his trusting ideal of WON
ans sincerity. And the lad was kept
very busy with his way still to make
in the world. But when he had known
the fair Helene but a little while he
pictured her In that home he would
build, and his work and plans were
thereafter but for her sake. Laugh
ing in her soft way she allowed him
to dream. And he growing ever more
earnest, believed, while she was
amused by his emotion, that was al
A bazaar for charity was given OF
summer evening on the lawn Of
old Wells mansion" Mia paused.
This very lawn of Vera Wells home.
And the good young man and his
charmer attended. The gypsy fortune
telling tent was an attraction. Idly
the two entered, and the fortune-teller,
seated half yelled before her crystal
ball, read the fair Helene's palm.
Your lover" the crystal gazer
said, whom you would marry one
month from this time, sits writing to
you tonight. And he tells you that
the possibility of your marriage hangs
on a womans word. Not the word of
his mother, for his family have no
knowledge of his attachment. All has
been kept secret as you desired. He
processes his love for you anew. and
is confident of your own
when the cryStai gaZer ended her
message, Helene's eyes were wide
with wonder, for she was positive
that no human being either here in
her own town, or away in that other
strange city where she had met her
lover, could have learned of the Sc
cret affair, which was to be the cul-
mination Of her ambition; for Doug
las Moore upon whom she had set
her selfish heart was as rich as even
she could desire.
And the honest young man, who
had been won to false charm, leaned
all trembling toward the fortune
teller.
"1'hat is not true, not silly word
of it, he accused.
1.-The crystal gaZer sighed.
Write she advised him, to Mr..
Douglas Moore she scrubbed an ad-
dress. Ask him.
"And after the two left the tent,
Helene came again presently. white
and indignant
az do not know she said to the
reader of palms. who you are. or by
what means you obtain your infor-
nation. But tell me this, upon what
woman's word do you pretend that
my fate hangsT
1.-THE fortune teller laid aside her
veil, and l think that her face must
have looked weary.
Upon the word Of a woman to
whom your lover is betrothed.' she
said for your Douglas Moore is toe
honorable to free himself against
this woman's wish
"And then, across the shadowy grass
she sped to bench, where a broken
youth sat. The fortune teller's heart
went out in pity. And she touched
his head"
There was hint of tears in Nita's
voice, Bob Ansley abruptly took VI
the tale.
"She touched his head" he went on
''and called him Boy dear, and told
him that true love would come some
day, and that in comparison this
fancy would seem as nothing at all
And the girls story was true. We
| learned one month later of the mar
rage Of Helene to her wealthy adj
mirer, but. the boy who had learned
| his lesson in faithfulness, was no
sorry. Mia Bob Ansley stood
up his arms went out to her In long
| ing.
"You were that little fortune teller
! And as that other showed me false
ness-so you have ever meant truth
to me. And your comforting words
were true. When love comes yOu
told me. this fancy will be as moth
! Daaract-o