The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1880-08-31
The Gipsy's Warning.

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L lies three leagues distant from Mad
rid, was once the residence of many
proud and opulent families who have
long since passed away from earth.
Among muleteers, shepherds and water
carriers, one would hardly look for old
Spanish grandees, and San Pablo is now
only populated by an ignoble race.
At the period of which we write there
lived In San Pablo one, Count Rodrigo
de Bivas, who claimed to be descended
from that Bivas who was called the
thunderbolt of Spain, on account of his
military exploits.
The count was in the thirty-second
year of his age, had been educated
abroad, and only returned to his country
at the death of his father, who bequeath-
ed to him vast estates in the southern
part of Spain, which made him one of
the wealthiest mobiles in the kingdom.
He was tall, well-formed, with pleas
ing countenance, with which was blend
ed great resolution. 1t was said of him
that he was never known to evince the
least trepidation under any circumstan-
ces that ever occurred. Just as he was
quitting Germany for his home, he
chanced to meet Senior Ruiz, who was
abroad with his family, and he almost
instantly became enamored with his
beautiful daughter Julia. For months
the count had impatiently awaited the
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length he heard of the arrival of the
lovely girl whose image was so indelibly
impressed on his heart.
The sun was shining cheerily, and the
birds were singing blithely along the
roadside, as the count rode forward to
Madrid on his .trusty mule, richly adorn-
ed with silver trappings. AS he came
to turn in the road there stalked out
of clump of bushes the figure of
woman in strange attire. Her dress
was so fantastic that he reined up his
mule suddenly, and gazed at her in
surprise. Her face was swarthy, and
upon her head she wore a yellow and
red turban, while her skirt, which was
green and short, was rent in many
places. She displayed pair of bright
blue stockings, and her feet were encas-
ed in red morocco slippers.
"Upon my word" calculated the
count" this is certainly very strange
being"
Before, however, he could reflect fur
ther, the woman approached him, and
craved permission to tell his fortune.
ga gypsy ?" he cried.
Let me see your hand" said the
woman, without appearing to notice his
remark.
The count regarded her attentively
and then laughed.
"Nay, nay, my woman, am no be-
lever in these matters but you, like
your race, are poor, / suppose; there
fore, take this" and he tossed her
peso, which she quickly picked out of
the dust. Turning to him she said:
"But would see the palm of your
hand, noble sir, even though you may
ridicule my calling"
"There 1t is them" replied the count,
as he ungloyed his hand and extended
it toward the gypsy. The dark-eyed hag
gazed intently at the counts hand for
some minutes, then looked up in his
face, and laughing, said: "'Tis ever
the same with handsome and gay men.
Love, love, always love. 1 will tell you
that you cannot believe, but ] warn you,
beware of the Raven" and before the
count could question she darted among
the trees, and he saw her tattered finery
disappear in the forest.
"Beware of the raven,'' quoth the
count. "What raven? What can the