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Today's Stichomancy for Nellie McKay

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu by Sax Rohmer:

As Mr. Henderson unlocked the ancient iron gates he turned to Nayland Smith. His face twitched oddly.

"Witness that I do this unwillingly," he said--"most unwillingly."

"Mine be the responsibility," was the reply.

Smith's voice quivered, responsive to the nervous vitality pent up within that lean frame. He stood motionless, listening--and I knew for whom he listened. He peered about him to right and left-- and I knew whom he expected but dreaded to see.

Above us now the trees looked down with a solemnity different from the aspect of the monarchs of the park, and the nearer we came to our journey's end the more somber and lowering bent the verdant arch--


The Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Boys' Life of Abraham Lincoln by Helen Nicolay:

quickly grew to be much more than mere party nicknames--to stand for a faith and trust destined to play no small part in the history of the next few years.

After the nominations were made Douglas went on a tour of speech-making through the South. Lincoln, on the contrary, stayed quietly at home in Springfield. His personal habits and surroundings varied little during the whole of this campaign summer. Naturally he gave up active law practice, leaving his office in charge of his partner, William H. Herndon. He spent the time during the usual business hours of each day in the governor's room of the State-house at Springfield, attended only

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Redheaded Outfield by Zane Grey:

Presently, a voice detached itself from the others, and came floating softly to him.

``Mr. Wayne, so you're going to wrest our laurels from us?'' asked Miss Huling.

``I don't know--I'm not infallible--I've been beaten.''

``When? Not this season?'' she inquired quickly, betraying a knowledge of his record that surprised and pleased him. ``Mr. Wayne, I was at the Polo Grounds on June fifteenth.''

Her white hand lightly touched the Princeton


The Redheaded Outfield