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

stunning report. which echoed widely
among the lonely gor2es of,he mountains;
the Zincali cried out. leaped upward into
the air. and fell down like one dead.
Don Jorge looked towards, the crag on
his right, and saw dusky figure carry
ing an escopeta, gliding swiftly away.
The strange Caloro'' stopped over the
the fallen gypsy. He opened his falling
eyes: a faint and last raw of intelligence
passed over his swarthy features.
cit was your 6qjii," said Don Jorge.
Yes. it was my 6ajii," said the zincali,
and with these words the spirit passed
from within him; and his destiny was full
SLED.
Sslazar hung up his escoPeta in its
place.
Where have you been. father ?" asked
Bell,
ITO fulfil the law of the Zincali-to
kill the Busno." he replied, with grim
sni!c Of triumph.
Have you-slain him." the gypsy girl
would have asked. but the words Gied
away upon her lips.
IL see in which quarter the wind is"
said Salazar. with frown. Eyes, have
killed him. His 6Gi is told I planned
it with Perez. They went the longest
Nay-I took the shortest-waited their
coming according TO the signal agreed up
on, and from behind rock shot him
He cried out and fell dead like beast as
he WAS. Thus died your Gne Bnsno lover
Get you 20 bed. girl. and dream oil him"
Isabella made no reply, but lying down
upon her couch, wished that her heartmight
break.
Hours passed on; but the tears Of Ia
0intnilu had not ceased to flow Tis the
half hour past midnight. Hark What
was that l? A human voice, surely. Isa-
bella arose and listened.
"Come to the window, sweet love, do,
And l will whisper there
In Rommunv, word or tive,
And thee far of will bear"
The nesrt of sitannilla had we'll nigh
stopped its OeatingS, for she recog ICED
the tones of he "Strange CaloIo." There
was but one such voice tor her. She heed
ed no second invitation. Trembling with
joyful excitement, she stole from the tent
of Salazsr to ruturn no more.
1.-THE Steeds of Andalusia are waiting;
they paw the ground with Impotence"
whispered Don Jorge. as he caught ISa-
bella in his arms, and strobe rapidly
away.
Such horrible. horrible night" sighed
Ia gitoniRa. weeping.
He told YOU the strange Galore was
dead" said Don Jorge. II can imagine
it all. But lived, and the Zincali died
died the death he had prepare for me-
r.. l. :.
designs
III saw my father when he hung up his
escopets," returned Bell. with Il shud-
der.
Call him no longer your father. my
poor girl" said her "ver.
what. senior Jorge p
You are not OF the blood. nv Isabella
You are the daughter of Spanish gen
tleman. now no more. You was stolen
from your parents in childhood by the mo-
Their of Salazar.
THANK heaven now am inded hap
py. How did you learn this. senior
Jorge o.
IL gathered it from conversation
which l over heard last night, between
Salazar and Perez who is now no more"
Where are my parents ? Shall l see
them, Don Jorge o.
''No-they have long since ceased to
exist, but when we can find priest. you
shall see your husband. Will that please |
Ia gitGniiIa 2"
II shall be happy" replied Isabella.
"And so will be the strange Galore,
answered Don Jorge.
Before the dawn of day, the gitaneria
and the tent of Salazar were far behind.
1t was the fortune of the latter to find
the body of his victim where he had fall
len the night before. He buried him in
the pass. said it was his 6Gji. and could
not have been otherwise. He left the
gitaneria. and still wanders in pursuit of
the strange Galore" against whom he
hassworn the deepest Vengeance. But Don
Jorge has crossed the great pGnee, and is
happy with his gitaniia.
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