ways sought you out on his return. He loves you, and is
undoubtedly your true friend; he is unmarried, yet he does not wish to
make you his wife. He wears a peculiar ring which he obtained in the
East Indies. He often consults this ring, and it informs him whether he
is in danger or the reverse. You do not love this sailor as well as he
loves you, and he wishes to remove you from the other man. I cannot
understand the actions of the woman whom I mentioned yesterday; I cannot
tell whether she is living or dead. The man you love has been with her;
he gave her something in a spoon which she was forced to take. Ah! I
see! it was a medicine, a white powder--and now begins the obscurity.
Further on, I see that he visited you; you ran to meet him and plied him
with caresses. If he were your husband it would partly clear away the
cloud. Is it so?"

"Yes," Mrs. Thayer at length replied, "he is my husband."

"Well, that removes much of the uncertainty; this woman loved that man
and wished to keep him away from you; he gave her a powder to make her
sleep, so that he could escape from her."

Then, suddenly catching Mrs. Thayer's hand, Lucille glanced over it
rapidly, and again closely examined the chart. Drawing back from Mrs.
Thayer, she eyed her sternly and disapprovingly.

"Who is this other man?" she asked; "he, too, is a sailor; he is
handsome; he is brave; he is an officer; yes, he commands a ship. He has
been much with you, but he is now far away. You loved him once, but now
the other man has come between you." Then, pausing a moment, she broke
forth rapidly and harshly: "Woman, you have tried to deceive me! This
sea captain is your husband!"

Mrs. Thayer was only able to say, as she fell back, fainting:

"He is dead! he is----"

Lucille soon revived her, and then asked whether she was strong enough
to hear the remainder of her fortune. Mrs. Thayer signified her assent,
and Lucille again examined the chart. She first said:

"You cannot deceive me; your husband is away at sea; is it not so?"

"He _was_ my husband," said Mrs. Thayer, in a half audible voice; "but
he went away several years ago, and I heard that he was dead. I had
fallen in love with the other man, and, on hearing of my husband's
death, I married the man I loved. It can't be possible that Henry is
alive."

"Yes, he is," replied Lucille; "and I think he is about to return to
seek for you; but the horoscope again becomes obscure. It is as I
feared; th