Bloomsburg democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1867-1869, 1868-01-29
a Gypsy Story.

Rascals as the sipgueners Hungarian
Gipsiesl are, and living in tie greatest niiB.
cry and iltb-in fact the drtler their huts,
the better they like them they arc still a
very handsome race, tho women especially.
The burning sun scorches their faces more,
and they are darker in Hungary than in
England but tho free life they lead gives
them an unconstraincd and independent
bearing, which the constable, the stocks and
tho prison have long taken from their island
brethren. These bold, brown, bcautifu!
women only make ono astcnishcd TO think
how such eyes, teeth, and figures can exist
in the sitting atmosphere 1t their tents. =.
But beautiful they are, and their beauty ha1
sometimes led to unions which have almost
always resulted iD misfortune.
Stefan B, a young and very rich
proprietor Of Banat, having lost his way in
the chase, had to pass the night in gipsy
tent. A yonpg ard beautiful giri was there,
with the deep dark eyes and the seductive
smile Of her face, and her parents had the
true gipay guile to fan the growing passion
Of their guest. He was wealthy, passionate,
an orphan, and uncontrolled; aud within 0
week the girsy was his wife, and in a few
days more installed in full possession Of his
beautiful chateau on the banks Of the
Temes.
Within ten days, in fact, tho gtana had
reached fabulous fortune. From the
smoke dried tent Of her father, she was
transported, as if by magic, into noble
domain, surrounded with luxuvies, With
trains Of servants, and husband devoted to
her wishes Notwithstanding she was mis-
cradle. The fixed aud quiet life, tho very
comforts she enjoyed soo.ned TO pres and
weigh her down. When her husband aues.
toned her as 10 her van and altered appear
ance, helooked on thu country and tried tc
smile, hut the s,nile was full Of bitterness.
Her only comfort sconod to be to sit gazing
for hours upon the distant waste she had SO
often traver2oi lare footed, aud rejoicing
in the days Of her poverty She was seated
thus one dar, when her car, ever on the
watch, caught the sound Of gypsy band
Through the trees she could see the passing
forms Of the men and women, the donkeys
and loaded carts, and then a joyous voica
struck up the favoritc girsy-song.
The wind is rearing through the wood.
The rnnnn ie mounting higher,
The lipsy hats to cook his food
And lights his forest fire.
Free is the salmon in the sea-
The wild stag on the hill;
The eagle in the sky is free,
The girsy freer still
Hurrshl
The gypsy freer still!
Young girl. wit in my castle rest2
I give thee rings of GIL.
In robes Ct silk thou shalt be dressed,
Thy hair with ducats rolled
The vul,urc scarce for golden cage
His nest on high will quit
The wild hsrse, free from youth to age,
viii apurn at golden bit
So free TO rest or free to roam,
Or By the wooa-t fire laid,
The sky her roof, the world her home,
viii live the gypsy maid
Hurrahl
VIII live the gipsy maid
at the last note, the listnor suddenly
sprdng through tie open easement, and
vanished among the trees When her hu,-
band came in, no one had seen her or could
eige any tidings Of her For two days he
sought her 10 vain; night closed upon the
third, when the lieh. Of a Distant FIRE showed
gypsy encampment, and his heart told him
he was near the object of bis search. Steal.
ing through the bushes, he approached,
unpe oeivsd, within few feet of pair who
were seated talking by the fire. 1t vas the
singer and his wife, who was telling him of
the weary hours in the splendid misery Of
her chateau.
Stefan B returned o-okon-hearted
to his house, which he soon after Quilted
forever. The next year the Hungarian rev.
o!ution broko out, and he found what he
sought, sn early death before Temeswar