The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1880-11-18
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Il will read the future Of those VIII
wish it, Let one at a time come t.
my tent, ask me no question, but lis
ten to my words and follow my advice.
The girl spoke in low, musical tones
standing gracefully and in a carles
attitude before the group. Atlength
turning, she entered her tent.
Blanche Deveigne, her costly silker
robe trailing over the bright-hueC
leaves, and her white hands flashing
with gems, looked the very embodi
ment of beauty and patrician birth
yet even she felt somewhat awed b.
the imperioUs manner of Tara. En-
tering the tent she found the gipsy
seated on pile of crimson cushions
and as Blanche let the drapefy fall a
the entrance, Tara, with one littl,
hand, motioned the court lady to ad
vance. She did 50, and the fortune
teller, taking the snowy, jeweled han6
within her own brown palm, examin-
ed the lines very attentivcly.
"You are fated to see many chan
ges and a foreign soil viii end your
days. You will wed to one you love
but he will prove false to you; but Ia
dy, you may avoid all the sorrow that
viii come if you will give up your
station, your riches and luxury, and
marry one who truly loves you but is
too humble for one as naughty as you
to notice. You will meet him soon,
marry him and be happy, or wed the
the noble and your life will be full OF
shadows"
Ending abruptly the girl motioned
her visitor away, and Blanche, pale as
lily, after placing some money in
the hand Of Tara, left her presence.
To each one the sibyl predicted coming
events, gave them warming and startled
even the most sceptical by her won
drous skill. That night there was
great rejoicing in the encampment for
Tara had received a large pile of shin
ing'gold from those who had come from
the palace
About week after the visit of the
court party to the gipsy queen, Tara,
at the close of a warm October eve
ming, was seated in her favOrite haunt
near the silvery stream. The moon
slowly rising above the distant hills
transmitted the soft gleam to ameth-
ystine mist, the foliage of the trees
locked mottled with silver, while
their shadows lay underneath in great
black patches, now and then could
be heard the sweet notes Of the whip
poor-will and the merry chirP of crick-
cts. Deeply lost in thought the girl
noted not the beauty of the night nor
heard the sound of approaching foot
steps.
Il must, Will be great, care not
by what means, but rich and power
full will become. My father tells me
that my mother was 4 lady, the daugh-
ter of wealthy land owner in the
north of England, that she was well
educated, silly and romantic; meeting
the handsome gypsy lad at fair she
fell in love with him, ran away from
home and in two years died in a de-
cline, brought on by exposure and her
rude wandering life. From her I get
my refined tastes and love Of ease and
luxury, from my father the art Of de,
ceiving and talent for reading charac.
ter. My little spy and helper, Anto-
Mo, is of great service. He, by going
to the servants hall and pretending tc
read their future, finds out the secrets
of each family; and now, will he
come? have waited long and patient
fIy to gain the desire of my heart; ]
must and l viii be great" Such were
the thougts of Tara, and so deeply wa:
she meditating she had not heard the
footsteps that came softly and rapidly
over the messy ground, and not unit
a deep but musical voice addressed
her did she awaken from her dream
ing.
81 wish to see Tara the gypsy queen
can you direct me to her?" And look
up, the bright moonlight revealed t.
the girl a gentleman dressed in plain
dark cloth es, with nothing about hin
to denote rank OF wealth, hut under
Meath his chapcau cleaned out a pail
of keen, dark eyes, and his face, pale
and intellectual, was stamped viii
nobility, while he had an air rs thougl
born to command.
''Sire, you see before you the hum
BILE parsonage yoa deign to seek, com
mand me, for am your obedient ser
want" And the willy gipsy knel
humbIy at the feet Of Napoleon, 70
she knew him Immediately.
Struck by her great beauty the EN-
peror raised her from the ground an,
with looks Of admiration, which wcr
not lost on the cunning artful fortune
teller, he bade her lead the way to he
tent, as he wished his fortune told
He had heard Of her wonderful ia
ent at predicting future events, an
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