.With joy I let MyrtiHa hold My hand in hers a minute, Just long enough, as I was told, To find a fortune in it. 'And when she read the lines that Time Had written —smooth and scarred ones — It seems to me that every rhyme Of life were made of hard ones. "You are to make a journey soon ; Your home will be a villa.” My thoughts were on a honeymoon That moment with Myrtilla“You love a.'girl who loves you not, But still you must pursue her.” That made me chilly, so I got A trifle closer to her. ■"Your wife”—and here she paused a while. And took a breath —a long one—- " The line is faint” ■(! had to smile). "Perhaps it is the wrong one. I can’t see clearly, so I’ll stop ; You’ll marry soon or never.” With that she let my fingers drop— Which I considered clever. I seized the chance, her hand I seized ; My fortune should not fret me, That snowy hand I tightly squeezed As long a s she would let me And when with blushes she arose I put my arms around her And won, as the old saying goes, My fortune when I found her ! —Felix Carmen, in "Life.”
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PALMISTRY., Southern Cross, Volume 15, Issue 10, 22 June 1907
PALMISTRY. Southern Cross, Volume 15, Issue 10, 22 June 1907
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