The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1875-02-20


at Foxcroft, who was studying the
gipsy's face. Come, tell me what
fortune has in store for our lives, and
you shall have the prettieSt necklace
that Neponset contains
The girl, without smile, turned to
George Foxcroft.
L will tell your fortune said she,'
looking at him; but l would not look
into the fortune Of your friend
Turner's face blanched, and his lips
suddenly lost much of their ruby hue.
'Let her tell your fortune, Foxcroft,'
whispered the pale gentleman. She
shall tell mine them
George Foxcroft divested his right
hand of the delicate kid glove, and
dropped it into Gipsy Josics palm.
"A pretty hand said the girl, ad.
miringly; 'but the future will not be
kind to it. 1t will be stained with a
beautiful woman's bloodl'
Foxcroft started back, and withdrew
his hand with n shudder.
mo, no, Josiel this can never be, he
cried.
Fate, not Gipsy Josie, has spoken,
the girl answered. Il will tell you no
mOre.'
Now for my fortune,' said Falcon
Turner. DO not cast the staiu of blood
upon his hand. Say that the fates vii!
be kind to me-
But Josie repulsed him.
Il do not want to tell Turner's for.
tune she said.
The startled man glanced at his COM
panion.
NY name is Dyle-Herbert Dyle, he
said, quickly. DO I resemble the
Turners?'
Gipsy Josie laughed.
I'D give thousand dollars for each
and every drop of Dyle blood in your
veins. You are Paleon Turner, l do
not want to tell the fortune Of a man
who comes to mo with a lie on his lips
Josie you must tell t' said Turner
growing excited. I'll give you all the
money on my person if you will lift the
veil of futurity. Here are bank notes
and gold to weigh them down. and
suiting action to the words, he threw
number of bills on the stone, and
weighed them down with glittering
eagles.
But the gypsy turned away, and stood
motionless, with bowed head and hands
claSped before her.
Tell my fortune, ami take my mon
cyl cried Turner.
The girl impulslvely turned upon
him.
Il will tell your fortune, but not a
dollar of your money will touchl' she
cried. Give me your hand
Holding his breath, Paleon Turner
obeyed.
There's blood on your palm,' said
the gypsy girl, looking up into the mans
face, after moments scrutiny of his
hand-'5lOod which you can never obli-
terate. Your fortune is linked to that
of your friends. You shall love the
woman whose blood is to stain his hand
and she shall wreck you forever. Pal.
con Turner, the occupant of the open
boat shall row you into darknessl
The man jerked his hand away. and
started, blanched with terror, into the
gipsy's face.
Woman, you are in league with Gends
incarnatel he cried. There is my mon
ey; take it,
NO, mol the stain of blood is on it as
WE'LL shuddered the gypsy.
But tell me, when is all this to trans
pire9'
within the coming year.
'Foxcroft, do you believe her7'
Il am not inclined to superstition
answered George Foxcrott; but be-
lieve that Josie has spoken dreadful
truths
And so do L. said Turner, the pallor
of fear still on his face. Let US go;
have something to say to you in Ne
ponset, Josie, where shall we meet you
a year hence2'
81 will be here said the gypsy, look
Ing at Turner; but you will not come
At that moment man rode by on
their right.
'As that horse bears rider along, SO
fate is bearing you, man. Go, and |
think, when the allottei time is draw
ing to close, of Gipsy JOSIE
Paleon Turner turned away, leaving |
his money on the top of the wall, and
George Foxcroft followed him. Josie