Life — October 3, 1901 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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Tepes Meta THE GRAND PREHISTORIC “ FREF-POR-ALL,” “ G0-A8-TOU-PLEASE " sTRRPLECHASE.—From Lire's Collection of Rare Sporting Prints. A Disturbing Thought. & SUPPOSE it’s all true,” she said. “You seem very credulous,” he re- plied. “But it sounded true.” “That's not a good reason. She couldn't have been original.” “She wasn’t, of course, But, some- how, her words car- ried conviction with them, and—well, I’ve heard such things before. Besides, she described you perfectly.” He laughed. “ That's not so difficult. I'm not so unlike a lot of other men.” “But she might have made a mistake.” “Ah, but she didn’t. How did you come to go to her?” “T don't know. wanted to know.” I heard of her, and I “As if a fortune teller could tell you!” “But she did!” “What did she say?” She sighed. “TL suppose it's true,” she replied, half to herself, *‘ I've heard ofsuch things. Why, she said——" “That you would be very happy.” “No, sir! She was more candid than that, “Well, go on.” “She said that after we were married —” “You and 1?" ‘OF course.” “Well, I'm glad that’s all right.” “She said—Oh, everything!” “How definite! Can't you tell me?” “She said we'd get tired of each other.” “That's interesting.” “But she didn’t put it in quite that way. Now, I'll try to tell you. Are you listening ? It's very important.” “ Yes, yes, go on.” “Well, she said we would lose interest in each other. You would get tired of the things I said, and I'd be resigned, just because I had to be. You'd take to clubs and horses and—well, other things. And I'd have a whole garden of fads—she didn't put it quite that way, you know, she wasn’t educated enough for that, but that's what shemeant. Then we'd gradually fall apart, and—Oh, I don't know! It was horrid!” “And do you mean to tell me, my dear, that the idle talk of a fortune teller has upset you?” “I didn't say it had.” “But you didn't need to say so. showed it.” “Nonsense! It isn't that. that. It was something else.” “Ab, she told you something else. Out with it! What, pray?” “Why, my dear, she said we wouldn't be married for a whole year!" The Rub. BROAD, the American had ac- quired much self-respect. “ But can I get it through the New York Custom House?’? he mused, anxiously, standing on the deck of the steamer, homeward bound. You I didn't mind comicbooks.com