Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1853-06-08
DON JORGE;
Or, The Gypsy Gill.
BY DIR. ]. Il. RoRlNsox.

By DIR. J. II. ROBINSON.
The sun had already sunk behind the
loftiest Of the mountain ranges. Thick
darkness dt s ;ended upon the dreaded
passes of the Sierra Morena. The forge
of Salazar, the gypsy had been lighted
half an hour, the iron was glowing hot in
its embers, and a thousand sparks went
dancing merrily upward, rendering the
darkness still more intense
and dubious.
Two persons stood near the forge
Both belonged to that singular, wander
ing race, known in Spain as gitanos or
gypsies. They were both tall and mus
cular, with black, bushy hair, and tawny
features The stoutest and more savage
looking of the two was Salazar, an indi-
vidual of some note among his people; the
other was Perez, n man much younger,
and favored by nature with a face less
ugly. though the same dark blood went
coursing through his veins.
"What think you of this strange gita-
no?" asked Perez.
"A stout fellow truly. and handy with
his bruisers," replied Salazar.
bah, l cannot believe that he is
SOOu WIFI us uSGS' 11e CduhOI HOlO ulS
own with the feeblest Of our gitanos," an
swered Perez contemptuously.
"There is some i'll blood between you.
Perhaps you are Jealous" said Saluzar,
with n laugh.
lone thing 1 will tell you," continued
the other, scowling darkly. IL don't be
lieve he's of the Errote." blood,
mot of the blood" exclaimed the 9TH
er, with a start of surprise.
I" have said it," replied Perez, stern
ly' "May l never strike another blow
upon that anvil, if l do not believe him a
Bunso at heart"
"But he speaks Romanny?"
" All that may be, and not single
drop of the blood of all the Callees flow
in his veins"
"Who would take the trouble to learn
a BunSo the language of the wandering
sons of Egypt. Tell me that, Perez"
There are plenty just foolish enough.
And some of our own fair maidens might
be found among them, l doub: not
This Don Jorge is handsome, l grant.
and the gitanos are loving" said Salazar.
- You have daughter" returned Pc
reg, significantly.
''Whal do you mean. tawny son Of
Egypt" asked the other. "Has tkis
Don Jorge been playing at the game of
love with Isabella %
" You are at liberty to use your own
eyes and ears" said Perez doggedly.-
IL don't like to be ears and eyes for other
people,
"Ah ! see it all. This is why you
hate this Galore from across the great wa
ter"
''CaIoro he is not!'' retorted Perez,
6ercely.
Nonsense, mani Will you let the
strange Galore win her, while you have
a tongue in your mouth, and can speak
for yourself"
She's promised to me, and has no
right to hear the smooth words of this ac-
cursed son of Bengi." (Satan.)
"Softly, Perez. softly. She is promis-
ed to thee, and thine she shall be. if you
can win her by fair or by foul; and if this
strange Galore proves to be no Galore at
ter all, but one of the despised of our race,
his fortune shall be fulfilled in some of
the dark passes of the Sierra Morena; and
the tall, swarthy figure of the gitano was
thrown forward towards his eager listen
er, and lowered up in the dim, uncertain
light of the forge like grim phantom
spectre of the mountain caves.
$50 be it; may it be soon; and may the
6Gji fortune )of the pretended Galore be a
bloody one.''
g See! the iron is blazing hot" said
Salazar Strike" -..
II would it were this same Don Jorge" I"
muttered Perez, bringing down his massy
hammer upon the sparkling iron with ire
menduous force.
"Your savage disposition will carry you
safely to the Jatnicha" (gallows), said
Salazar, with a laugh.
81 will tell you secret, Salazar," said
Perez, throwing down his hammer.
"Well; let me hear it." he replied,
thrusting the iron into the forge.
/" Isabella loves the stranger who speaks
Romanny. and pretends to know SO much
of the Errate the other side of the big wa
ter" replied Perez, scowling more fierce
ly than ever.
salazar looked searchingly at his COM