The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1875-05-15
Voc, THE Gypsy;
OR,
The Burning of Storms Mills.
ny CAPT. cHARLEs HOWARD.


Among the men who emigrated to
one Of our now popular Western States
was Elias Storms, miller, and q
surly, unbending, close fsted man. lie
left many enemies and few friends in
the Pennsylvania valley that he vaca-
ted, and numbers expressed the wish
that the lordly Mississippi might roll
forever between them and the miller.
But while they reioiced to see Elias
Storms depart, there was not q person
who wanted to see his daughter 60.
George Storms had not inherited
single one Of her fathers foibles. She
was loving and gentle to every one, and
1t was her face that brought much Gus
tom to the mills. She was Elias Storms
only child, and he guarded her vigilant-
ly, least some forbidden lover might
come and steal the hand which he in
tended should bring fortuue to his
Golfers.
Tie girl did not want to leave the
beautiful valley where she had passed
the halcyon period of her life, but her
father was imnovAble.
I'm going to country where neigh.
Dor does not hate his neighborl' said
Elias Storms. COMPRISING his lips.
Everybody hates me here, and never
In my life have ! harmed a sing le man.
l believe was born to be hated; the
evilest star in the heavens first shone
on the child called Elias Storms
George, who was standing at the win
dow that faced the mills, did not turn
to her father sitting in the armchair,
with paper in his lap, and long si>
lence followed the last words.
Il shall leave men, parting from
whom will be accompanied with no re-
grets,' at last Elias Storms continued,
In the intensely Litter tone of which he
was the completest master we ever
knew, and lie fastened his eyes on his
child, as If to note the effect his words
would produce.
But she did not seek the names Of
the parties referred to by her father.
Her silence rather piqued him.
Il had some hct words with q young
man last night, he went on, and 1
struck him. My blow brought blood j;
but lie was to cOwardly to resent It'll
Then George turned from the win
dow. Father, with whom did you
Quarrel?' she asked, and what was the
nature Of the difficulty? Won't you tell
me?'
She came forward with q face slight
ly pale, and laid her hand on his shoul-
der.
4 will tell yor, though your look
tells me that you could guess his name.
George, you are as white as ashes, and
you tremble like a leaf. You have
cruelty deceived mel i never dreamed
that you could act thus. What would
your mother say were she alive this
day? You know she always hated me.
Poor wifel she feared affairs were drift
Ing to the pass they have reached
Georgia, tell me without one particle of
equlvocation IL you love Luke Colby
He was on his feet, and faced his
pale child while the last words dropped
from his lips.
Then you quarreled with him?'
'Yes, and my hand brought blood to
his lips
She grew paler than ever.
'Oh, do Dot fear, did not MAIN tho
dog. / struck him for challenge, that
was all; but he was too cowardly 10 re-
SENT
'Cowardly? nol' cried George. lie
would not strike you because am your
child
How chivalrousl We 10 not live In
the middle ages. This is the niue
teenth century, George Storms
Il know It,
But you have not answered my
question. Do you love Luke Colby?'
Il dol'
Elias Storms ground his teeth.
You may as well dismiss this foolish
affection first as last he said. Last
night he came down to the mill and
asked for your hand. AhI you knew
lie was going to do this. l told him no,
and when he sought my reasons, l gave
them.'
what were they?' asked Georgle,
reekIy. H
4 need not repeat them here, but
told him that my child should never be.
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