are not what you have been!"

"You've hit it this time, old lady, for I was a baby once and now I
am a young girl!" said Cap, laughing.

"You will not continue to be that which you are now!" pursued the
hag, still attentively reading the lines of her subject's hand.

"Right again; for if I live long enough I shall be an old woman."

"You bear a name that you will not bear long!"

"I think that quite a safe prophecy, as I haven't the most distant
idea of being an old maid!"

"This little hand of yours--this dainty woman's hand--will be--red
with blood!"

"Now, do you know, I don't doubt that either? I believe it
altogether probable that I shall have to cook my husband's dinner
and kill the chickens for his soup!"

"Girl, beware! You deride the holy stars--and already they are
adverse to you!" said the hag, with a threatening glare.

"Ha, ha, ha! I love the beautiful stars but did not fear them I fear
only Him who made the stars!" "Poor butterfly, listen and beware!
You are destined to imbrue that little hand in the life current of
one who loves you the most of all on earth! You are destined to rise
by the destruction of one who would shed his heart's best blood for