me strange things," said Phil. "Will you tell me how it
is you know so much about a stranger?"

"I have nothing more to tell you. You can go!" said the veiled lady
impatiently.

"At least tell me how much I am to pay you."

"Nothing."

"But I thought you received fees."

"Not from you."

"Did you not take something from my friend who was in here before me?"

"Yes."

"You told him a good fortune."

"He is a fool!" said the fortune-teller contemptuously. "I saw what he
wanted and predicted it."

She waved her hand, and Phil felt that he had no excuse for remaining
longer.

He left the room slowly, and found Mr. Wilbur anxiously awaiting him.

"What did she tell you, Phil?" he asked eagerly. "Did she tell you what
sort of a wife you would have?"

"No. I didn't ask her," answered Phil, smiling.

"I should think you'd want to know. What did she tell you, then?"

"She told me quite a number of things about my past life and the events
of my childhood."

"I shouldn't have cared about that," said Wilbur, shrugging his
shoulders. "Why, I know all about that myself. What I want to know about
is, whether I am to marry the girl I adore."

"But you see, Wilbur, I don't adore anybody. I am not in love as you
are."

"Of course that makes a difference," said Wilbur. "I'm glad I came,
Phil. Ain't you?"

"Yes," answered Phil slowly.

"You see, it's such a satisfaction to know that all is coming right
at last. I am to marry HER, you know, and although it isn't till I am
twenty-four----"

"She will be nearly thirty by that time," said Phil slyly.

"She won't look it!" said Mr. Wilbur, wincing a little. "When I am
thirty I shall be worth twenty thousand dollars."

"You can't save it very soon out of six dollars a week."

"That is true. I feel sure I shall be raised soon. Did the
fortune-teller say anything about your getting rich?"

"No. I can't remember that she did. Oh, yes! she said I would make my
fortune, but not in the way I expected."

"That is queer!" said Mr. Wilbur, interested. "What could she mean?"

"I suppose she meant that I would not save a competence out of five
dollars a week."

"Maybe so."

"I have been thinking, Wilbur, you have an advantage over the young lady
you are to marry. You know that you are to marry her, but she doesn't
know who is to be her husband."

"That is true," said Wilbur seriously. "If I can find out her name, I
will write her an anonymous letter, asking her to c