Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1873-02-13
THE GIPsY,S WARNING.

o Florence, you must go with me
and have our fortunes told All the girls
have been and had theirs told. There
are a lot of gipsies down at the cross
ing and Jenny Arnold says they look so
romantic and she had hers told and
they said she would fall in love with
light-haired gentleman, but she wouldn't
marry him !; and that her future hus-
band had dark whiskers, and was awful
Fieh-and 0 ] such lot of things And
then they told all about her brother, and
how he ran away and told her just how
he looked-and so please won't you go
and have them tell our fortunes %
The speaker was lovely girl of per-
haps eighteen, with an animated face,
beautiful hazel eyes, a rosebud of a
mouth, long dark hair, which hung in
braids far below her waist, and a form
which rivaled that of Hebe.
Her cheek was slightly flushed with
exercise and excitement, which added
still more to her already beautiful face.
The person she addressed as Florence
was a beauty of rarer type.
A second glance at her features would
disclose mouth and chin which betok-
ened firm will, and eyes which, though
at the time dreamily pensive, yet, when
aroused, could light up with the warm
est passion. She was some two years
"But, Gussie, she replied, "youknow
that your guardian doesn't approve of
spending your money so foolishly as get
ting your fortune told by vagrant gip-
sizes"
SCI know that but then he wouldn't
object if he knew I wanted to-and do
want to SO much! So please do go with
me, and / know he won't care.
"I don't care to have my fortune told
I don't believe in gipsies.'
go, well, no matter for that. You
can have it told all the same, and not be-
ieve any more than you want to. Come,
that's good girl I'll run and get your
hat"
Above the medium height, she carried
herself with such exquisite grace that no
one would have noticed that she was tall
when standing alone.
a wreath of golden hair was coiled
around her regal head, surmounting
face of rich classic beauty.
She was skipping off in high glee when
she was recalled by. Florence, who
asked
"Isn't Mr. Thornton coming down to-
night?"
Eyes" answered Gussie, demurely,
"what of it ?''
''I think you had better ask him
about it,
go, bother! He won't care. Come
I'm going now"
No; I'm not going without you OBJ
tain his consent
go dear Well, if you say thing
you mean it, SO must give it up till to-
morrow. But 1 suppose the fortune Will
be just as good then, said Gussie, know
ing that to argue with her friend would be
in vain.
H1saia HaDoi1to,, 1vas on hairasa Her
mother died when she was a babe, and
her father soon followed, leaving his
daughter, then a child of five years, to
the care of James Thornton, an old and
tried friend.
She had been brought up by maiden
sister of Mr.. Thornton, very estimable
lady, spending her winters in Boston,
where she attended school, and her sum-
mers at the pleasant village of l.,
where Mr.. Thornton had q summer res
idence.
Her friend, Florence Lincoln, had
Jared harder in life than she. Brought
up in every luxury, she found herself,
upon the death of an indulgent father
two years previous to the opening of this
sketch, forced to depend upon her OWL
exertions for her support, and that Of
her widowed mother.
She was proficient in music, and had
little trouble in obtaining a sufficient
number of pupils to support herself an6
mother in comfort, if not in luxury.
} Gussie Hamilton and Florence Lin
coin had been inseparable friends pre-
vious to Mr.. Lincoln's death, and theil
friendship had in nowise abated.
This summer Florence had accompa
MED her. to L to spend a few weeks
and Mr.. Thornton relied on her coo
Judgment to keep in check the giddines
of his ward.
Thus matters stood on the afternoon
when the conversation concerning tn
gipsies took place.
Upon Mr.. Thernton's arrival he wa
assailed by his ward, who, after con
siderable amount of teasing, prevaile'
upon him to grant her request.
In her eagerness to obtain her end
she had not noticed that Mr.. Thornto