Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1878-03-13
THE GYPSY,S PROPHESY.

Beulah, running into the little sit
ting room and catching her sister
round the waist. "She only ask:
twenty-five cents, and she's worth
seeing, and such a cunning baby
You don't mind, do you, mother 2
"Oh, go if you choose" said the
mother. "Girls are all alike. I'll
stay here and look after the spoons
That's always necessary when these
wandering prophetesses are around,
/ believe. Dear me | remember
having my fortune told. Old Dor
othy Dillworth, the washerwoman,
told it in the tea grounds"
"Did it come true, mother :" ask
ed Rispah.
''She said l should marry, and |
did. She said ! should have four
children, and l only have two an
swered the mother. "She said my
husband would have black hair.
Your fathers is very red. But
such little mistakes must be ex-
pected."
"Come, Beulah," cried Rispah,
"shell be gone"
Away the girls sped. The
mother rested her needle-work in
her lap and looked after them.
"Yes girls are all alike" she said.
81 hope Rispah is not thinking of
Henry Thorn; l could not bear
that. l don't like the Thorns, and
her father likes them much less"
But dispite this wish it was of
Henry Thorn that Rispal thought,
knowing so well that he though of
her.
That the elder Thorn had quar-
relied with her father about the
three-cornered lot between the
orchard and the buckweat field was
nothing to her. Of course, she
felt her father must be right be-
cause he was her father.
And old Thorn was all that her
father thought him, perhaps. But
Henry was not like his father,
and cared no more about the three
cornered lot than she did; and he
was the finest fellow in Rookland.
In her innocent little heart she
could not but believe that her
parents would see how unjust it
was to punish son for fathers
fault, when he came to his asking
them for her. Poor little soul!
she knows very little of life yet.
Little more than her sister who
was but fifteen.
Two fresher, more innocent
girls than these, with their round
cheeks-bright eyes and quaint,
old-fashioned names, could not
have been found the country round.
The gypsy woman-a hondsome
creature in her own way, even with
the dust of the roads upon her
had put her baby down upon the
green grass-plot of the garden, and
sat smoking her pipe upon the
porch. She only nodded at the
two girls as Beulah signified that
they would have their fortunes
told, and shutting her greasy pack
of cards said, "who frst!"
Then Rispah pushed Beulah
softly toward her, and the gypsy
began.
A handsome husband, of course.
Money; olive branches in plen-
ty; happy life, that was the
story. Beulah blushed and laugh
ed. And the husband would be
dark.
"Of course, for I am fair" said
Beulah. "Oh dearl Why don't
you tell me his namei Do / know
himl NOT Well, I'm glad. /
hope he's better and handsomer
than anyone l know. Now tell
Rispah's fortune. Here's your
money.
The gypsy dropped the silver
into her pocket with chink. She
suffled her cards again, gave an
odd look at Rispah and shufhed
once more.
"Pshaw y she cried. "Try
again. Luck's in odd numbers.
Cut carefully. There, the third
time. Child, / must tell you what
/ see. / see a lover. You love
him; your heart Is toward him,
but between you see graveyard.
You part. There are tears and
sorrow but there see you again.
You meet bat there's a grave be-
tween you. Love and death ;
ao..h .nd LOVE I don't uuder-