Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1853-06-08

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'sWhat do you say 3' said Perez impa-
tiently.
81 said nothing" replied Salazar
grufly.
| .And shall you give your cao6i (daugh-
ter to one of the hated OF our people 3
Will Salazar turn Bunso to his own
blood 2" asked Perez with flashing eyes.
elf what you say be true" replied Sa.
lazar. in a voice suppressed and full OF
meaning. the 6agi of the stranger is dark
and bloody. indeed"
With the readers permission we will
now turn to another scene. A short dis
tance from the forge of Salazar was a
gypsy encampment. One of the tents
composing this encampment was the home
of Isabella, the daug ghter of the sturdy
smith and the fair gitano, beloved by Pc
rez.
Just as the sun was setting behind the
distant hills of La Mancha, Isabel glided
softly from the encampment. With light
and timie step she left the gitaneria be-
hind her.
The heart of Isabella beat with unwon-
ted emotion as she passed onward. She
was disobeying law of her people, one
strenuously insisted upon. and vigorously
enforced. viz that young maidens
should not stray beyond the confines
of the encampment at night with their To-
vers, or to meet their lovers; and Isabel
la was 10 her way to tryst with the
strange Galore, Don Jorge.
As she approached the place of meet
ing, she heard the voice OF the Zlncali
singing the we'll known lines oft breathed
by more than one gypsy lover into the
ear of his mistress.
''Come to the tryst tree, sweet love, do,
And will whisper there:
In Romanny word or two,
Then thee fur-of will bear.
Don Jorge caught the sound of the
soft footsteps of his beloved, and in a
moment was by her side. He seated her
upon the messy bank of a small stream
which threaded its way along the base of
high mountain.
" How fares my wild bird of the noun
tains?'' he said gaily.
81 am not happy replied the maiden,
with sigh.
''And why not happy, Bell ?" asked
Don Jorge tenderly.
Because l hear strange things" she
answered shedding tears.
Tell me what things you have heard
Bell 2"
That you are not one of us-that the
blood OF the Callees does not flow in your
veins"
As the fair gitano spoke. she looked
inquiringly at her lover.
Do you truly love me, Belize asked
the strange Zincali, in serious voice.
Enr rnFlrr fba rirl rta har
small hand in his, and raised her mild
blue eyes timidly till they met his anxi-
Gus gaze.
Bell.
"What did you say, Don Jorge %
g That all are the children of one God.
Human blood differs but little as it is
found flowing in the veins of different
races of men,"
"What then makes the Zincali differ
from the Bunso ?" asked the gypsy girl.
q His Aa6its.''
"a 1t may be sol can't tell,' replied
Bell.
You say that Perez calls me Bun
so; what do you call me ?''
II don't know, you speak Romanny as
we'll as any OF us, but you are not like
u.s."
"Why not ?''
You do not Aokkawar, (cheat) and
cAore, (steal). as the children of Egypt
do, and you never boast of having killed
the BunSo."
"Do you like me the less for that"
"Oh no. l wish my people did not shed
blood, and practice so many deceiving
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great water do so?''
"There is but little difference. The
gypsy is the same all over the world"
g Now tell me truly, Don Jorge" re-
sumed Bella, after pause, care you one
of us?"
why do you wish to know 90
Because the Callees cannot wed one
who is not Of the blood" replied the gip-
sy maiden. with blush.
"Aud if l confess that l am not one
of the blood, will you cease to love me %
asked the strange Galore IN low, anxious
voice.
II don't know l don't know!" ex
claimed Bell, wildly, claspinS her hands
together in the agony of suspense.
D. Dear Bell, listen calmly l am not
| one Of thy race, but
The gipsy girl heard no more, she
sunk at the feet of her lover in a death
like swoon.
Don Jorge caught her in his arms and
bathed her face in the waters of the run
ming stream.
4 low moan gave evidence of returning
CONSEQUENCES. She opened her eyes; but
closed them instantly. and soon burning
tears forced themselves beneath the shut
lids.
' Bella, dear Bella? Listen to me; be