Omaha daily bee., 1922-01-22
JACK
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IlU JILL IUl
Dearest. we'Te going TO have a
lot o. luck nest week" eoniided
J,ll-gifl 10 Jack, as they luNuriaied
IN the living room one evening.
What makes YOU think thatf I'm
always lucky-lo have such a won.
der.w.ie. honey
You're sweet as bonhons, big boy.
But this Is really going TO be a won.
derful. great BONANZA OF some sort"
"Bonanxas. or bananas, duckie
deAr-they'rc both welcome. like
en- all Where did YOU get this new
huneh' Is Il that famous feminine
intuition we read about in the
novels and never see In real liiei"
lie inquired with chnckle.
mo. dear. ! went 10 the gipsies
down at the village today, with Clara
Graydon. and We had our palms
read. The old woman was marvel.
ousf'
HUH Fortunes toldl My good
ness. what superstiiionl Girls arc the
funniest things
Jack was reading some small
pamphlet and dropped his eyes 10
The type again as he made this
Parthian shot
You're a mean thing OF course,
one can't believe all they say. but
these old gipsies do have some
strange power, dear"
: Vha, else did she tell you.
he said ] was going on long
Iney, inside OF another few
ks and that would be ac-
panied by dark. handsome
ack preencd his feathers a bit at
Well, she saw your wedding
ig, and that you arc very young
nd that you're blonde, and its
4 0oming vacation time. and she
I, uessed that your husband was
lark hairedv
q Jill looked up demurely
But YOU admit it was mind
reading to say Handsomely she
asked, dimpling. "or was she
wrong there, too.'
"Oh, shucks," said Jack, with
superiority. I'm not a prize beauty.
But what else did she tell you?
She said next week would be a
great time TO invest in stocks and
that you would make your fortune
II YOU invested in oil securities"
We'll, that is the lmit!' declared
Jack. If she knows so much
about them why doesn't she invest
the money she makes fortune-tell-
ing, and then she wouldn't have to
ride around in a dirty cid wagon
and tell fortunes"
Il don't care what you say, | be-
lieve we will have luck anyway, so
there!"
Then Jill devoted herself 10 her
sewing, while Jack continued read
ing his pamphlet and jotting down
names on slips OF paper until bed
time.
Next afternoon when he came
come Jill greeted him with suspi- !
cious CLINT in her eye.
What's this funny pamphlet,
dear!" she asked him. Its wha;
you were reading last night. | found |
1t. all marked up with pencil, in
the pocket of your dressing gown"
Jack Redeemed and looked bit
unhappy.
That's just dope sheet ior the
snonies >"
What on earth do you mean by
that? Something TO do with
opium?"
Worse than that! 1t. cost ME
$50 today~
Why, Jack, | dolf't understand
We'll, one of the fellows bought
It yesterday and let me have it. It's
list Of winners, as predicted by
race expert, and | followed his ad-
wise today-and not single horse
he named won!"
Jill pursed her lips and shook her
head
You wicked man. Gambling!
And Jack, do you mean to say
that you we're superstitious enough |
to follow some gamblers advice with |!
real money!
well, Jim Harkins said he'd won
$500 doing it this las, week
Dear, | thought you were busi-
ness man and didn't believe in for
tune tellers. If this gambler knew so
much why didn't he save the cost of
printing this booklet and bet on the
horses himsclf-and become rich
the way you suggested for the old
gipsy."
Jack scowled and then laughed in
embarrassment.
Il guess you're right, honey. You
should have paid that old woman
little bit more--for she put the gypsy
curse on your dark handsome hus
band this week. wonder what will
happen next week?"
You're going to be lucky-for III
tear up any more of these race
charts-and just think of the money
you'l sayc!"