laims to supernatural knowledge, and she naturally prefers to
deal with believers rather than with sceptics. Her "lady"
customers are more tractable and easily managed than men, and are
not so apt to ask puzzling and impertinent questions; and as the
Madame can manage more of them in a day, of course the pecuniary
return is larger than if she exercised her art in behalf of
curious masculinity as well.

Of her history before she engaged in her present business, not
much is known to those who have met her only of late years, for
with regard to her early life she chooses to exercise a politic
reticence. The whole "style" of the woman, however, her dress,
manner, and conversation, are strong indications that her younger
and more attractive days were not passed in a nunnery, but more
probably in establishments where "Free Love" is more than a
theory. The character of the greater part of her "lady" visitors
is of a grade that goes to corroborate this supposition, and
leads to the belief that among women of doubtful virtue "old
acquaintance" is not easily "forgot." By far the greater number
of Madame Morrow's customers are girls of the town, and women of
even more disreputable character.

The fact that a visit to this renowned sorceress must be paid in
a feminine disguise, made the attempt to secure an interview of
more than ordinary interest. How this difficulty was mastered,
and how an entrance was finally effected into the citadel from
which all mankind is rigorously excluded, is best told in the
words of the "Individual" who accomplished that curious feat.

How the Cash Customer visited the "Astonisher"--How he
was Astonished--and How he saw his Future Husband.

The Cash Customer in pursuit of a wife had been rebuffed, but was
not disheartened. He had, so to speak, fought a number of very
severe hymeneal rounds and got the worst of them all; but he had
taken his punishment like a man, and had still wind and pluck to
come up bravely to the matrimonial scratch when "time" was
called, and as yet showed no signs of giving in. His backers, if
he'd had any, would have still been tolerably sure of their
money, and not painfully anxious to hedge. The bets would have
been about even that he'd win the fight yet, and come out of the
battle a triumphant husband, instead of being knocked out of the
field a disconsolate and discomfited bachelor.

But, although his ardor had not cooled, and though his strength
and deter