Fortune Teller.

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Fortune Teller.


Dartford Park in the early summer months. I wandered around looking for anything unusual A tent with coloured Lettering promised me that Madame Bunyonhead would tell me my fortune. All of this for just two shillings. I have never had my fortune told before this day and thought that it was cheap, just two shillings to be told what would happen in my life. I entered the tent a red haired woman smiled at me and asked tp see my money. Taking the loose coins from my pocket, I held them in my hand so that the woman could take her two shillings. From under the table she took a glass ball, this ball she covered with a black cloth. Then it was my turn. I was told to gently place my two hands palms down on top of the covered ball.

I felta slight shock running up my arms you will cross water many times in your life. The shock became more intense. Be aware of men with strange head dress. These men will try and hurt you. You are very lucky no harm will come to you. This two shillings is the smartest thing that you have ever done in your long life. Oh! Yes you will be an old man before you must knock on Heavens Door.


Later I met a mate of mine it seems that he too had gone into the Fortune tellers Tent. We compared our stories about our future. He too will go many times over water. He too must be careful when dealing with men wearing strange head dress. I turned out that this woman was a confidence trickster. She told all that went in to her tent the same story. Madame Bunyonhead was later arrested by the Police. I was told to be in court and was asked what I had paid for my fortune to be told. Looking all forlorn in the prisoners dock I felt very sorry for the woman. I was again called on to give evidence. I told the Magistrate that I felt that the woman had done me no harm. I was the fool that walked into her tent I freely gave her the two shillings there was no threats and my being told to be aware that men with a strange headdress would be dangerous to me. It was a warning that I would be aware of all of the time I was abroad. Madame Bunyonhead was set free and warned not to come back to Dartford this was her last warning. Y mate and I were heroes for a while and we never did see the woman again. Both of us have crossed water many times so it was not all nonsense that she told us for our two shillings.

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