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upon me with something evil in his glance, in
which read passion, that in the unknown ma.
ture Of the gypsy, | had never dreamed of before
He spoke to her in a voice half Of command, half
of entreaty. -.ss
"Prance it Judith, after the Roms and Ju-
was" he said in Romany dialect "The Busnee
blood cold and his ely smaller than his hand, and
less to hold"
did not understand his jargon, save that it
was something deprccatOry. The gypsy moved
not; her smile, her exquisite face was yet bent
full upon mine. jealous! jealous of me don't
know to this hour what stirred my blood but
never felt such thrill of oxultation as felt at
that moment.
took out piece of silver, and giving II to her,
held out my hand.
"Speak it judith" said. "Read me my fu-
ture, for it is very dark to me, and would know
it."
She followed the lines Of life and death, doom
and fate. Her look grew grave, and she fingered
over her task with certain troubled aspect which
interested me.
~Strange" she murmured; "f0r see myself
mingled in this tangle Of destiny. There is trou-
bic, there is peril, there is much Of evil menace
and yet stranger, see it writ here, ay, as plain
as the stars are written down in the sky, that the
Romany girl will meet the Busncc again, and help
him in the moment when life, and ate, and all his
future arc quivering in the balance"
$50 be il, Judith, ," murmured; "cOme what
may, only lot me meet with thee again."
"Isee trouble, and reverses, and sorrow, like to
heart break; see clouds and darkness, billows
and trOpic storms, and far land; l see new
home, the dawn Of another day; and yet, Obi
master Of the seal and reader Of the dark secret
l see myself there-there!"
"Where, Judith-wherc!" cried impa-
tenly. II
"Hushl" she said; 81 may say no morel
They call mel Hope, work, and waitl The years
are full Of promise as the fields which ripen for
the harvest, and Time is full Of revelations; but it
is not the zingar that can read i'll Farewell farc-
WE'LL" And lifting my hand as IL in homage to
her lips, she bounded off ike a de, and left me
amazed, troubled and enraptured. Did l read her
half hidden revelation trulys We shall see.
A week after was in a gallant vessel crossing
the wide, wide seas, seeking for a home and
source Of living-here exhausted and hopeless
in Australia. e. nt
A year after, was in the heart Of far Austria
Ian wilds, working like peasant, tOiling like a
slave; but my heart was light, hope was before
me, success certain.
At home all had been loss, decay, ruin-my
father dead, my mother and sisters pOrtiOnlesS
Fate pointed out to Inc that there, yonder beyond
the heaying ocean, my new world lay. 1t was
dawning upon me at last.
Then came reverses, illness, sickness next to
death. ! was all but ruined, well nigh dead.
One day haggard bushranger came crawling to
my door. l sheltered, fed, protected him, and
at last recognized the gypsy whose look once men
aced me. lie was Of the Cooper family, and had
been transported for sheep stealing. He became
my slave, my faithful right hand, true as steel TO
me. saved, protected him. He would never
leave me more. judith will cOmci" be said,
significantly.
"But Judith, where was Judith 7" my yearn-
ing heart cried Patience, patience" l said,
awe shall meet; It is decreed we shall meet ~
And at last we did meet; but howf
Twas at Port Philip once, seeking for some labor
ersto hire, for my farm had increased, my stores
multiplied, and required more men to aid me. A
vessel had lately landed there remnant Of emil
grantswho, stricken down BY the plague, lay help
less on the beach, in canvass tents, and praying
for death, from the tardy help the frightened peO-
pie dared scarcely bring them.
Tottering to meet me came wan, worn figure,
with the rich olive Of her wasted face almost "a
ded, but the eyes were glowing like opals
knew her at once.
judith! Judith |" cried aloud
at is he; it is he!" she half shrieked, and
tainted in my arms.
Idid notary long at Port Philip, but hastcned
my return.
Judith, tho magnificent the matchless, has
been my wife, the mother of my children-a no.
bier, finer race eyes never looked upon. She has
been mine-mine own-my belovsd-my devo-
ted for years past now; and truly did she say
our destinies intertwincd.
Those SO dear to me, whom left in old Eng
land, have long had home here with me; and
while we have cattle on q thousand hills, am
master, prince, monarch in the rich benignant
wilds that have been pasture fields, vineyards,
gardens all mine, and theirs to inherit after me.
"Thats how had my fortune told, !" says our
friend in letter to us ten years ago; and this is
how have sketched il for your readers.