The succeeding frames
went much the same, and finally Blaze put up his cue, mumbling:
"I reckon I must have another chill coming on. My feet are plumb
dead."
"Cold feet are sure bad." Strange favored the crowd with a wink.
"I'm sort of sick."
"That's tough!" the victor exclaimed, regretfully. "But I'll tell
you what we'll do--we'll take a little look into the future."
"What d'you mean?"
"Simply this: Nature has favored me with second sight and the
ability to read fortunes. I foretell good an' evil, questions of
love and mattermony by means of numbers, cards, dice, dominoes,
apple-parings, egg-shells, tea-leaves, an' coffee-grounds." The
speaker's voice had taken on the brazen tones of a circus barker.
"I pro'nosticate by charms, ceremonies, omens, and moles; by the
features of the face, lines of the hand, spots an' blemishes of
the skin. I speak the language of flowers. I know one hundred and
eighty-seven weather signs, and I interpet dreams. Now, ladies and
gents, this is no idle boast. Triflin' incidents, little marks on
the cuticle, although they appear to be the effect of chance, are
nevertheless of the utmost consequence, an' to the skilled
interpeter they foretell the temper of, an' the events that will
happen to, the person bearin' 'em.
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