woman
in black as the outcome. See how she climbs the steep, jagged
hill. Your face is turning towards her in mutual friendship. The
_moon_ shines on the top of the mountain--your destination.
You will no doubt wed with the widow--this woman in black.

Some of the first lines hit very close to facts, said he.

I know it, said the lady, and there is very much to read. I do not
know all that may transpire before this occurs, yet you will have
a numerous progeny--many relatives. See the people and the
letters from the different localities, again true. You will live to
advanced age--see the grand _old tree_. You will ever have care
over others. The man-mule is to meet his natural death. His
respected widow and household are to become your high possessions.

The mules and the whole team? said he. Thank you, there is
happiness in store.

No doubt as elevated step-father to this numerous family. You
are a genius in this art reading, so fanciful.

* * *

Next expectant:--A Civil Engineer with fondness for travel and
_inventions_. Perhaps you will also write books on some new
methods in heating houses--an _oven_ and _tubes_ are in
formation; so also a tall man at his desk with pencils. I do like
to get something worth reading, but here is a break-down,
something really thrilling--the mountain topples over on the
road. You are soon to be, or have been, in great peril. I also see
a _fireman_. Do you see his hat?

The man smiled, yet confessed, as I read on.

You carry an atmosphere that aids the reading. You have had an
escape by not being at the "Windsor" that special afternoon.

He was surprised. "She is a fine guesser," said the young man,
highly pleased.

Again, you cherish a happy hope in an elderly couple. They are
your true friends. You are now all in the same lines of thought.
Oh, there is a modest, young lady coming to the elderly folks.
She is now away in some large building--a school, I think. You
will _love her_. She has a lover who writes to her--you do not--
yet the signs are to be favorable to both of you. Now for the last
toss.

I am disappointed in your efforts. Oh, how it storms! See the
snow-flakes and the great stream of water! I really feel its cold
currents now. Something is to be destroyed by it ere you meet
the lady. She is in the bottom of the cup. Why have you left her
so long. I can hardly find her. You will need to strive for your
good fate.

She is to pass out of your life