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

= was doggedly sullen, and the ia''e'
Has the English Galore been here
to-night?" asked Salazar of his daugh'
ter: - s'
; mo. father" replied Isabella. '' He
: left the eneampment at noon.
: Why do you persist in calling him a
| Caloro?h exclaimed Perez angrily.
r 81 shall call him Galore. until know
him to be otherwise" answered Salazar,
f quietly. 80
| What will you do when You know
t him to be spy upon our actions. and not
| one of us?"
IL will serve him as would any dog
of Bunso.l Are We not descendants of
Hagar Is not our hand against all the
nations and kindred of the earth? Can
the blood of our race mix with the vile
streams that flow in the veins Of other ra-
ces? But why do l mention it?i know
all the passes between La Mancha and
Seville, and have an escopet and carry
a knife" --..- @
As Salazar spoke the concluding words,
he lowered his voice to an ominous whis-
per, which made the heart of Isabella
leap with terror.
i Perez Sept his eyes fastened upon her.
like serpent charming a frightened bird
.I-casting over its tlutering heart his ia
tai spell. He saw with alarm, and yet
with sort of secret pleasure, the terrible
words of her father had not been without
effect. At ts
"Bell," added Salazar, after pause,
and in milder tone, "Perez is getting
Jealous, and is anxious to have you tix the
day. What say you, my pet?'
There was nothing that Isabella was
less prepared to hear, and she had Sc
cretly and fervently hoped that the sub
iect would not be broached, at time
when she was so poorly prepared to hear
it.
..Let Perez come again my head
aches tonight. and l an not in mood
to hear him." she said with some terpi
dation. sr
"The old story" replied Perez, impa-
tiently. " I'm getting tired of this, mis-
tress Isabella. Let US understand each
other" H
"lf you are getting tired of hearing
me. you can go as soon as you please"
answered Bell. with an atfectation of gay
ETY. she by no means felt.
At that moment the door of the tent
was darkened by the tall and manly f.
gure of Don Jorge. His searching eyes
wandered careless!y from one to another,
and finally rested upon Salazar.
With commonplace "good evening,
brother" he seated himselfnear the lat
ter.
" Good evening. my English Galore"
said Salazar. "Whither have you been,
brother ?''
.' To hokkawar and cAore the Bunso!"
said Perez. ironically. casting atthe same
time a look of hatred and defiance at Don
Jorge.
"That's false. brother" replied the
latter, calmly fixing his eyes full upon
the gitano, whose hand wandred TO his
side, and his ;awny fingers instinctively
clutched the handle OF his knife.
Salazar turned a wondering gaze upon
the face of Don Jorge.
"You have called me liar" said Pc
rez, passionately.
<" fear to tell no man. gypsy or de-
vii, that he speaks falsely when he ut
ters an untruth. l neither cheat nor
steal, because hold such practices to be
wrong, replied Don Jorge, fearlessly.
told you he was dog of a Buuso,
a lying pretender, hog OF gentile!'
exclaimed Perez, while grim smile of
triumph lighted up his sooty features
"Out upon the knave. Let us cut out
his false heart with our knives" and the
malignant gypsy unsheathed his knife and
brandished it furiously in the air.
Put back your knife, Perez. lest
take it from you and throw it out o! the
window" said Don Jorge, with the same
outward calmness. but his eyes were
already flashing with the fire that few
men could brook, and made him resem-
BILE the swarthy people with whom he
was dealing.
." He will take my knife away" cried
Perez in perfect fury of passion. Z" The
son OF Bengi will disarm me! Wewill see" :"
The gypsy advanced cautiously toward
Don Jorge, contemplating an easy victO-
ry and bloody reprisal. The latter did
not finch With his arms folded upon
his broad chest, he awaited the approach
of his adversary.
1t was a moment fraught with dreadful
suspense to Bell; hut the crisis soon came
and passed as quickly. Don Jorge sprang
upon his deadly enemy with the strength
and courage of tiger, and seized him
by the throat with his right hand. He
tightened his grasp; the eyes of the dark
ZIncali started wildly from their sockets !;
with his left hand the victor held the un-
nerved fingers that clutched the knife.
wrenehed it away, and literally made good
his threat by throwing it from the tent
..Eain braggart! vile cur of Roma feel
and know my power.' he exclaimed, and
casting the Zincali violently frUm him. he
fell stunned and half senseless to the
ground.