Sharing Her Crime: A Novel. May Agnes Fleming

scare the life out of her, I'd have my fortune told. If everybody else is going to have such pretty things happen to them, I don't see why I shouldn't, too."

      "Come here, then, and let me read thy fate," said Miss Hagar. "The spirit is upon me to-night, and it may never come more."

      "All right. Archie, stop grinning and 'tend this little scary thing. Now, go ahead, Miss Hagar."

      The seeress looked down solemnly into the dark, piquant little face upturned so gravely to her own; into the wicked brown eyes, twinkling and glittering with such insufferable mischief and mirth; and, bending her tall body down, she again chanted, in her dreary tone:

      "Thou wast doomed from thy birth, oh, ill-fated child;