The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1875-02-20
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ty. AS the weeks heightened into
months, he thought often of the proph.
ecy, and believed he would greet Josie
by the stone wal, and brand her sorry
fortune-teler.
He had gained Ione's hand, aud, he
trusted, her heart.
But there was secret which he had
withheld from her with scrupulous ten
acity. Let me whisper it in the readers
eer.
Five years prior to the opening of
our story, vessel sailed from Marid, a
tiny post in Italy. Falcon Turner and
a beautiful Italian girl-his bride
were passengers OH that staunch ship,
and on the fifth day cut, Inez took sick.
Her malady, which seemed to battle the
skill of the surgeons, increased, till at
last, to all appearances, she died Pa
leon Turner seemed overH hulmcd with
grief. He would not sink his wife into
the sea before his eyes, so he dressed
her beautifully, and placed her in an
open boat. Sailors lowered it over the
vessels side one night, and it drifted
away. The next morning it was lost to
view, and the wife's great fortune fell
to the husband. He reached America.
where he encountered George Foxcraft,
and the twain became firm friends.
lie wondered, las his second wedding.
day approached, what had become of
Foxcraft. Was he, if living fastening
to Neponset for the purpose of meeting
Gipsy Josie? At any rate, the proph-
ecy bid fair TO be misstatement, \
The eve of the wedding!
Shadows were throwing their long
arms through the forest of the gipsy's
prophesy, and the dying leaves were
dropping with mournful murmurings to
the ground.
Paleon Turner had stolen lone from
among the gathering guests, and stood
beneath an aged elm, whose strong
branches hung over the road leading to
Neponset.
Something tells me that George is
coming he said, with pale lips.
Strange" replied lone. I've been
thinking about him all day. Do you
know that 1 dreamed last night, Pa
leon?'
No. Do you believe in dreams, Ione?'
She hesitated,a and to please him, said,
No.
But he saw that her vision had left
its impression on her heart.
Tell me your dream, dearest. We
will then return to the house..
Il saw boat lowered over the side of
great ship, Falcon, she said, and there
lay in the boat beautiful girl dressed
in white for the grave. She looked like
corpse, and l thought she was dead,
until
Until what, IOne?' interposed Pale
on Turner, clutching the girls arm.
Until another vessel picked her up,
and then she opened her eyes,
What a terrible dreaml Have YOU
linished?'
No, Helping to lower the boat into
the sea, l saw
Whom, Ione?'
You
MOI MOI
Yes; and ! will pay the debt over
The sentence was couched in hiss,
and Paleon Turner turned to behold a
glrlish figure spring from the shadow of
the elm. A stiletto glittered in the up.
lifted hand, and Turner sprang aside.
lie saved his own breast, but a shrek
and the bubbling Of blood told him that
the stee had stricken lone.
The beautiful girl reeled and fell to
the ground; and as lie flung the mad.
dened woman back into the shadows, he
saw man spring to Ione's side. And
when he turned again, he looked down
into the face of George Foxcroftl
The gipsy's year is drawing to a
close, he said. have watched the
woman whose breath you took away
with poison, and put into an open boat,
long time. understand Josie's last
words now. Turner, guess you had
better fly, lone, l think is dying now.
Turner bent over his almost bride.
'Josie's prophecy!' he cried, starting
back. The blood of the woman 1 love
is on your hands. am going.
He kissed IOne'S bloody lips, and
turned away.
By-and.by the Italian wife crept from
the shadows, and helped Foxcraft bear
the stricken one into the house. She
struck at Turner; but, leaping aside, hl
had saved his life.
Leaving the frightened guests, Fox