“Man, Know Your Feet.”
Do not Waste Your Old Boots, but Send One Along
with Five Shillings in Stamps for Full Character Chart.
The greater part of this window was occupied by a mammoth foot in plaster of Paris, and P.-C. Hobbs regarded it curiously. A large bump, like a bunion, on the big toe, was marked, “Mount of Venus.” A zigzag track down the instep, looking like the plan of the river Murray, as seen on maps, was designated, “Line of Life.”
“What humbug will they be up to next?” exclaimed Hobbs, as he regarded this curiosity.
In answer to his inquiry the attendant at the counter informed him that the Professor had not arrived that day, and had sent a message saying he should not come till the next morning.
“An important engagement, no doubt,” added the speaker. “The Professor is often summoned to attend some of the highest families.”
“To read their feet?”
“Of course. You see, it’s all the rage now. The foot, unlike the hand, is not distorted by work and hard wear. Being used solely to tread with, it retains all Nature’s revelations in their pristine purity. Fortunes are constantly made by those who are wise enough to consult the future in their feet, and in love and matrimony none should be without their guidance. Shall I make an appointment with you to meet the Professor—your feet appear to be really interesting? The Professor loves his work, and I am sure he would be pleased to see you.”
“No, thank you, young man. I called on other matters. Perhaps I can find your master at his private address. Good-day.”