The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1875-02-20
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scattered the coin about her.
/ wouldn't have his money she
muttered. Like his hand, it is stained
with bloodl'
The men did not utter word until
they had quilted the forest; then Falcon
Turner spoke.
'FoXcroit, we must make Gypsy Jo-
sic false prophecies he said, in
strange voice, full of mingled determi-
nation and fear. we must separate
for one year; yes, for twelvemonth
from this night we must not look into
each others face
1T is the only way by which we can
defeat the prophecy. 1 believe that
woman. She is gifted with super-na-
ture powers. Ny God! trembled in
her presence; she seemed to read my
heart. We will separate this night. l
will catch the ten o'clock express
Il regret this parting, Foxcroft, said
Turner; but feel that it must be.
Where are you gong?'
Il shall make New York my first OBJ
jectve point answered FoXcroft.
There 1 shall probably take passage in
vessel for CUBA. At the close of
year l shall return
And, with the sanction of Heaven,
we shall prove Gipsy josie false pro-
phetess.' y
But tell me, Turner, what meant
she by saying that the occupant of the
open boat shall row you into darkness
Paleon Turner's cheeks grew death.
ly pale, and his lips trembled like as
pen leaves.
II cannot tell you now,' he finally
said, with an effort. Il may tell you
when we meet again. I'm going a.
cross the fields 20 Lone
Then goodbye; and the twain clasp
ed hands. Say good bye to lone for
me; but for Gods sake, say nothing
about the gipsy's prophecy, it might
frighten her. hope we will live to
meet Josie at the end of the time.
Goodbye, Turner; God bless your
Paleon Turner tried to speak but
could not. Foxcroft pressed his hand,
which was as cold as an icic!e and turn
ed away.
He walked down the narrow road
that led him to Neponset, and the ten
O'Clock express whirled him from the
scene of the woodland prophecy.
'The blood of the woman he shall
love shall stain my hand, he murmur-
ed, seated in the ricn railway car.
'What a dreadful prophecy! HeaYen
keep us apart for the gpsy's yearP
How beautiful the golden foliage
lone! Autumn is the fairest portion of
the varied year. 1t is
The year growing ancient.
Nor yet II summers death, nor on the birth
VI trembling winter"
How beautiful, Paleon!' exclaimed
the regally lovely girl who walked
through the wood at the speakers side.
'The poets love autumn. To me this
dusky month, October, is the month of
all months of the year"
Paeon Tuner started, and q pallor
came to his checks.
This is October, dearest, 'he murmur-
ed. 1 had forgotten it,
'Oh, PaIeonl how could you?' and,
with beautiful blush. lone Stanley
looked up into his face, still pale.
Il shall be very happy on the four
teenth.'
Il trust so, Ione-indaed do
But what makes you 50 pale?' she
cried, with anxiety.
Nothing; it is all over now, he said.
4 wonder what has become of Mr.. Fox
croft
Il was thinking about him this morn
ing lone replied. Come the fifteenth
of this month, he will have been gone
a year. 1t seems two to me. already.
Do you not hear from him, Paleon?'
lie wrote to me one letter from Cuba,
three month after his DEPARTURE
Which was very abrupt, think,
said lone.
Falcon Turner shuddered gently.
yes, have written him repeatedly,
but without receiving reply. Perhaps
the good fellow is dead
1t was Ione's turn to shudder now.
IL hope not she said. lie was
so handsome, SO brave. You might
have had rival had he remained, Pa
leon.
And noble rival, too, replied Turn.
er; but guess he will not DO present
at our nuptials.'
Il fear not And they walked on in
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