The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1880-12-10
anger he felt at the insolent conduct Of
her father.

| WISH u. Leu one at Time come 70 nv
tent, ask me no question, but listen to
my words and follow nv advice" The
| girl spoke In low, musical tones. standing
gracefully and In O 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 If beauty
and patrician birth: yet even she felt
somewhat awed by the imperious manner
Of Tara. Entering the tent. she found
me gypsy seated on q pile of crimson
| cushions, and as Blanche let the draperv
| fall at the entrance, Tara, with one little
hand, motioned the court lady to adj
vanse. She did SO; and the fortune
teller, taking the snowy, iewelled hand
thin her own brown palm, examined
the lines very attentiyely.
"You are fated to see many changes,
and foreign soil will end your days.
You will wed with one whom you love.
| but he viii prove false to you; but,
lady, you may avoid all the sorrow that
will come if you viii give up your higL
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
i'm and be happy, or wed the noble and
your life viii be full of shadows"
Ending abruptly, the girl motioned
ler visitor away, and Blanche, pale as q
lilly, 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 a
large pile of shining gold from those who
had come from the palace.
About week after the visit of the
,orSt party to the gypsy Queen, Tara, at
the close of q warm October evening.
was seated in her favorite haunt, near
the silvery stream. The moon slowly
Using above the distant hills transmitted
he soft CLEAN to amethystine mist, the
foliage OF the trees looked notified with
silver, while their shadows lay under
leath IN great black patches; now and
then could be heard the sweet notes of
The whip-poor- will and the merry cbirp OF
1ickets. Deeply lost in thought, the
girl noted not the beauty of the night,
Tor heard the SOUND of approaching
footsteps.
:" must, | will be great, I care not by
what means, but rich and powerful !
will become; my father tells me that my
mother was lady, the daughter of a
wealthy land owner in the north of Eng
land, that she was we'll educated but silly
and romantic; meeting the handsome
gypsy lad at a fair she fell in love with
him, ran away from home and in two years
Utter died in a decline, brought on by
exposure and her rude wandering life.
From her / 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 viii
he come? [ have waited long and pa
tiently to gain the desire of my heart;
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.
II wish to see Tara, the gypsy queen;
can you direct me to her?" and looking
mp the bright moonlight revealed to the
girl gentleman. dressed in plain, dark
clothes, With nothing about him denoting
1nk or wealth; but underneath his
.hapeau cleaned out pair of keen,
lark eyes, and his face, pale and intel
.ectIlal, was stamped with nobility, while
he had an air as though horn to COM
nand.
''Sire, you see before you the humble
parsonage you deign to seek; command
ne. for / ain your ohedient servant. .
And the willy gypsy knelt hrmblv ut the
feet Of Napoleon, for she knew him i'm
mediagely.
Struck by her great beauty the En-
peror raised he. from the ground, and
with looks Of admiration, which were not
lost on the cunning, artful fortune-teller,
he babe her lead the way to her tent, as
he wished his fortune told He had
heard Of her wonderful talent at predict
ing future events, and he wished her to
tell him something of the past, a little
Of the present, but more of the future.
An hour passed, and when the EN-
peror left the gypsy camp it was with a
lighter step and q smile on his stern
countenance, for in Napoleon's nature
there was much of slpers tition, and he
implicitly believed all that Tara had told
him. She had fiattered him by the bright
pictures she drew of the brilliant future,
telling of more victories. more conquests.
and that emperors, kings and princes
would humbly sue for favors at his
hands. Nothing was said of defeat, dis
appointment or sorrow; all was rose
hued and full Of brilliant promise.
One year passed rapidly away. Then
there appeared at court new star,
a fresh exotic amid the bouquet Of rare
dowers--one whose dark, rich beauty tar
)utshone the cold, stately lily, Blanche
Deveigne. All recognize in Madame,
Countess de Lisle, Tara, the gypsy. All
but the Empress. She knows her as the
wife of one of the haughtiest and most
powerful mobiles of the empire, and his
romantic meeting with the beauty, love
at first sight, the marriage, sanctioned
by the Emperor, etc.; all these facts
were known; but the infatuation Of Ma
polean for the gypsy Countess, his daily
interviews, her predictions, and her IN
huence, these facts were secret even
from the vain old Count, who fondly
imagined his fair wife was pattern Of
prudence and virtue. One night
masked ball was given by the Empress
The costumes were all that wealth
could make them, perfect, ana costly in
the highest degree. Among the maskers
the Emperor could be distinguished by
his air OF naughty reserve, and his favor
ite attitude when standing apart from
the crowd. lowering near him was
lady In the garb Of Spanish dancer, the
short, orange-satin skirt, gold-embroid-
cred bodice and tiny velvet cap making q
charming costume. While the merri-
ment was in the highest a man, wrapped
in a long. dark mantle, and MASKED,
stole to the side of the monarch, who
stood in an alcove watching the dancers,
and in another moment the fash of
dagger was seen by the Spanish dancer,
who threw herself between the would-be
assassin and the Emperor. The blade