The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1880-12-03

shall. but you snail SEQ ner, ana
putting whistle to his lips the man
blew shrill call. The flowing drapery
Of crimson and white at the door of the
tent occupied by the queen was drawn
aside, and at the entrance stood the
slight, girlish figure of Tara; dark
complexion, but with vivid blush upon
her cheeks and lips. Her hair was BLUSH
black, and was braided in massive
braids, falling far below the slender
waist; her eyes were intensely dusk and
full OF fire, her teeth white and beautiful
Her dress was crimson, and around her
waist sash of crimson and orange; on
her bare neck and arms were bands OF
gold, and a small circlet OF gold was
bound across her forehead. In coming
forward, with light step, she bowed,
but very distantly and somewhat
haughtily, and waited for her visitors to
speak. All, both ladies and gentlemen,
were astonished at the beauty and APP
parent refinement Of the gypsy fortune
teller.
"Will you oblige us" said the hand
some St Aubyn, "by telling our for
tunes? We have come far for that pur-
pose, and hope youwill not refuse" And
for once the happy gallant was quite
humble in his demeanor, for the charms
of the girl before him had subdued the
anger he felt at the insolent conduct of
her father.
II will read the future of those who
wish it. Let one Mt time come to my
tent, ask me no question, but listen to
my words and follow my advice" The
girl spoke in low, musical tones, standing
gracefully and in a careless attitude be-
fore the group. At length, turning, she
entered the tent.
Blanche Deveigne, her costly silken
robe trailing over the bright-hued leaves,
and her white hands flashing with gems,
looked the very embodiment of beauty
and patrician birth: yet even she felt
somewhat awed by the imperious manner
of Tara. Entering the tent, she found
the gypsy seated on pile of crimson
fall at the entrance, Tara, with one little
hand, motioned the court lady to adj
vance. She did so; and the fortune
teller, taking the snowy, iewelled hand
within her own brown palm, examined
the lines very attentively.
"You are fated to see many changes,
and foreign soil will end your days.
You will wed with one whom you love.
but he will prove false to you; but,
lady, you may avoid all the sorrow that
will come if you will give up your high
station, your riches and luxury, and
marry one who truly loves you but is too
humble for one SO naughty as you to
notice. You will meet him soon; marry
him and be happy, or wed the noble and
your life will be full of shadows"
Ending abruptly, the girl motioned
her visitor away, and Blanche, pale as a
lily, after placing some money in the
hand of Tara, left her presence. To each
one the sibyl predicted coming events,
gave them warning and startled even the
most sceptical by her wondrous skill.
That night there was great rejoicing in
the encampment, for Tara had received
large pile of shining gold from those who
had come from the palace.
About week after the visit of the
court party to the gypsy Queen, Tara, at
the close of a warm October evening,
was seated in her favorite haunt, near
the silvery stream. The moon slowly
rising above the distant hills transmitted
the soft CLEAN to amethystine mist, the
foliage of the trees looked notified with
silver, while their shadows lay under
meath in great black patches; now and
then could be heard the sweet notes of
the whip-poor-w and the merry chirp of
crickets. Deeply lost in thought, the
girl noted not the beauty of the night,
nor heard the sound of approaching
footsteps.
81 must, will be great, I care not by
what means, but rich and powerful 1
will become; my father tells me that my
mother was lady, the daughter of
wealthy land owner in the north of Eng
land, that she was well educated but silly
and romantic; meeting the handsome
gypsy lad at fair she fell in love with
him, ran away from home and in twoy years
after died in a decline, brought on by
exposure and her rude wandering life.
From her L get my refined tastes and
love of ease and luxury. From my
father the art of deceiving and talent for
reading character. My little spy and
helper Antonio is of great service. He,
by going to the servants hall and pre-
tending to read their future, finds out
the secrets of each family, and now will
he come? L have waited long and pa
tiently to gain the desire of my heart; 1
must and will be great" Such were the
thoughts of Tara, and so deeply was she
meditating she had not heard the foot
steps that came softly and rapidly over
the messy ground, and not until deep
but musical voice addressed her did she
awaken from her dreamings
g wish to see Tara, the gypsy queen:
can you direct me to her?" and looking
up the bright moonlight revealed to the
girl gentleman, dressed in plain dark
clothes, with nothing about him denoting
rank or wealth; but underneath his
chapeau cleaned out pair of keen.
dark eyes, and his face, pale and intel
lectual, was stamped with nobility, while
he had an air as though born to COM
mand.
Sire, you see before you the humble
parsonage you deign to seek; command
me, for L am your obedient servant"
And the willy gypsy knelt humbly mt the
feet of Napoleon, for she knew him inn
mediately.
Struck by her great beauty the En-