The identical girl came to the door, and Smith up and said:
"Who the devil said it was John Smith's?" and walked away.
Smith has a wife who is dead stuck on fortune tellers and palmists.
The other day she called upon an East Indian Prince on Thompson Street and had her fortune told.
Among other things, he told her that she would have visitors soon who would come to stay. She couldn't think who it could be.
One night Smith came home, and his wife rushed up to him and cried:
"Now, don't say again there is nothing in fortune telling. He told me that we would have visitors who'd come to stay, and we have. Our cat has just had kittens."
Another time she went to a palmist, who rambled on telling her the usual stuff they tell every one.