The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1871-12-14
THE GYPSY'S GLASS.

Cissy Thorne was sitting by heI
toilet table skipping novel while hel
maid Emma brushed her long, thick
silky hair. Some people said it wal
false because there was SO much oI
it; other Christians were certain
1t must have been dyed !; seeing thai
it had the peculiar bright, golden tint
which is so often due to art but EN-.
ma knew better. That exemplary gir
took the same sort of pride in her mis-.
tress' hair that a good groom does III
the coats of his masters horse, and
was never tired of brushing it. For
tunately the young lady took an equal
pleasure in her passive part of the per-
formance, and so both'were satisfied
When the spoiled beauty did not know
what else to do, she went up to her
room, took off her dress, and had heI
hair brushed it was ladylike sub
stitute for smoking pipe.
wonder that Darwin has not in
stanced the pleasure we. feel in being
stroked the right way, in favor OF the
last theory. believe that Classy was
very near purring, especially thundery
weather, when her hair cracked like
an experiment.
swell, Emma, did you GO to the
fair?" asked the brusbee laying down
her book.
~ es, miss, 1 did"
"And what did you see? ?"
81 saw horsemanship, where they
rode standing and jumped through
hoops, wonderful J"
"And did you go on one of the
roundabouts that is worked by a
steam engine which plays an organ p
"No, miss" replied Emma, with
emphasis.
"Do you know, Emma, 1 should
like to, if no one saw"
"Lor, miss, they are crowded with
such low lot; they are."
ELow lots, as you call them, seem
to have all the fun," said Cissy with q
half sigh. "And what else did you
see ?"
81 WEB a-fortune tellsr?"
"No! in a tent p
'.There were little tents about, but
it was a very yellow cart 1 went into ;
not in the fair exactly, but in the
clump, before you come to it. She's
wonderful
SIS she, though! what did she say
Tell, me? ?" cried the excited Cissy,
who was troubled with yearninss af-
ter the supernatural.
''She told me all sorts of things
which she could not have known nat
ural; a mole on my back; how long
have been in the service--"
Eyes, yes, but the future; did she
say anything about that ?"
"She did more, miss. She showed
it to me-"
"Nop
.1n a round glass; as true as Pm
standing here saw him plain"
"Your future husband ?"
''As is to be; yes, miss" ~
The two girls had been playmates
when very little, and there was more
familiarity between them than is GUS
tomary with mistress and maid. So
Emma had to enter into all the mys-
terious details of the cabalistic cere-
mony.
"What fun! !'' said Cissy. II should
like to go; 1 will gol The fortune
teller's caravan is not actually the fair,
you say; and there will not be many
people about if we start early.
"Lor, miss! what would your pa
and ma say ?"
sI don't know; I'll do it first and
ask them afterward, for fear that they
might object. We will go tomorrow
morning directly after breakfast,
mind"
Mr.. Thorne was q steward do
not mean an official attached to q
steam packet, and in charge of a china
shop full of white basins, but . mana
ger of large estates i'll the country;
well to-do man, who had small
property of his own, which he farmed
in the most intelligent and neatest
style, on the outskirts of the market
town of Littleum. Mrs. Thorne was
plump, good-natured and lazy, yet
somewhat proud and sensitive; she
fancied the country families were pat
ronizing, and she would not be pat
ronized.
Cissy was their only child, and they
thought much of her, honestly believ.
ing that there never was such another
y-child-maiden. OF course the
paragon was never sent to school, and
the goverDesses were selected princi-
pally with reference to their power of
appreciatipg her merits.
Nevertheless she was very charm
ing, and had two lovers-I do not
mean admirers, but two men who
were ready to marry her, if she would
but choose one of them. But she
could not quite make up her mind
which of the brace to select.
s'If the gypsey would only show
me which | am to take, it would save
me a world of trouble" she said to
herself with smile; "but of course
that is all nonsense. Yet if she did,
vow that 1 would be guided by it,"
One aspirant was Pedil Frogmore,
! landed proprietor in the neigbOrhood,
very poor for though his rent roll
was fair one, his debts were enor-
nous; but very handsome and well
set up. Indeed he had been in the
blues. don't mean in bad spirits
| hut a man In arnnnR. eorannandinn