Miss Philura was a little maiden lady who attended a club meeting where she learned that the psychic force of the Encircling Good would bring her all she wanted if she would only ask for it, and believe it was coming. And that night little Miss Philura asked for two new dresses, a hat with plumes, a rustling silk petticoat and--a lover! And let those who disbelieve in psychic wonders read and see what happened.
was utilized by the female members of the congregation in making a minute inventory of the amazing changes which had taken place in the familiar figure of their townswoman.
"Philury's had money left her, I shouldn't wonder;" "Her Cousin Van Deuser's been fixin' her up;" "She's a-goin' to be married!" were some of the opinions, wholly at variance with the text of the discourse, which found their way from mouth to mouth.
Miss Electa Pratt attached herself with decision to her friend, Miss Rice, directly the service was at an end. "I'm just dying to hear all about it!" she exclaimed, with a fond pressure of the arm linked within her own--this after the two ladies had extricated themselves from the circle of curious and critical faces at the church door.
Miss Philura surveyed the speaker with meditative eyes; it seemed to her that Miss Pratt was curiously altered since she had seen her last.
"Have you had a fortune left you?" went on her inquisitor, blinking enviously