The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1875-02-20
Gypsy JOSIE;
TIE PROPHECY OF TIE WOOD.
BY CAPT. CHARLES HOWARD.

through the wood, and see the gypsies.
There's a girl in their camp whose
beauty is turning the heads of the
young gallants of Neponset. She is
lovely in her dark skin and merry
eyes
'Prettier than Ione?'
No. lone is the fairest creature in
the world. A gypsy cannot be her ri
val. This girl-Gipsy Josie is the poe
tical name the people, her admirers,
have given her-is possessed of much
intelligence, and it is said that she can
tell the past to degree of accuracy that
startles the listner, and causes him to
credit her bold prophecies of the fu-
ture.'
Then she shall tell our fortunes,
Turner. never had mine told by a
gypsy
Paleon Turner, shuddered, and his
lips quivered as he replied to his COM
panion.
Il do not believe in fortune telling
he said. 1T is not given to human
hand to lit the veil that obscures the
face of futurity, nor to human eye to
look upon that which is sacred to the
Deity
You say that this gypsy beauty can
tell accurately the past2'
1t is said that she can,' replied Tur-
ner, emphasizing the first three words;
but | do not believe it. However, 1
do not avow that she cannot. You
know, Foxcroft, that. these professional
tortune-tellers do contrive to get an
inkling of the early life of everybody
Does Gypsy Josie know you?'
i am confident that she never me-
replied Paleon Turner. i returned to
Neponset but last night, after an alb
sence of two years, and of course new.
er encountered this bro wn beauty. No
sir she knows naught about me, un-
less somebody has posted her.
Il confess myself anxious to meet
her; said George FOxcroft, with inter-
esting impatience. Il want my fortune
told. OF course you'll let her tell yours,
as well, Turner
Turner, with his face turned from
his companion, shuddered again.
Tie twain had entered the beautiful
New England wood now; and were
treading a well.beaten path that plung.
ed boldly into the midst of the trees.
They were handsome men, tall and
fashionable clad. Turner was his COM
panion's senior by several years; his
face was covered by an auburn beard,
silken in its nature, and his blue eyes
were full of lustre. George FoXcrofts s
form was more effeminate than Turner's s
he wore his brown long hair, and
pretty mustache, delicately waxed,
graced his fauitess face.
Suddenly Turner paused, and truned
to Foxcroft.
MY name to Gipsy Josie Is Herbert
Dyle,' he said. What is yours?'
George Foxcroft,'
Turner stared strangely into his
friends eyes.
We'll, as you like H. he said; re-
member, am Herbert Dyle to that
girl.
Il will mt forget it,
Turner turned to resume the saunter-
ing, when an exclamation parted his
lips.
by my soull Foxcroft, we are lucky!
Yonder walks the very woman we
want She is seating herself on the
stone wall. We will glide upon her
and-no, she sees us!'
The men; flushed with excitement,
quickened their steps, and rapidly ap-
preached the gypsy girl, who waited for
them beside stone wall that ran
through the wood.
She is not clad in the toggery that
boasts so many gaudy colors,' whisper
ed Turner, as he hurried along, and
FoXcroft replied in like tone.
Il am glad of it. Beauty unadorned
is adorned the most, you know.
The gypsy girl rose as the men near
ed her, and two glossy hats were lifted
to her beauty. She returned them with
a low, English courtesy, and the cons
panions leaped the wall and stood be-
fore her.
Her brown face was very beautiful,
darkly shaded as it was by mass of
rich hair, falling uncombed over her
shoulders. She was lightly but not
loosely clad, and looked very wool
land queen.