The new dominion. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 1876-1904, 1881-07-30

ness. she is nearly OUT Ol SlSuI.
Well, let her go. If l change my
mind, l shall not be there"
With which ambiguous remark he
hurried on to his place of business.
Meanwhile, the gypsy had reached
the cottage. Such place as it was,
with its great yard, inclosed by an
iron paling, and overrunning with
posies and aromatic herbs, that sent
forth an agreeable odor as she went
up the path.
On the poftico, labed over with
morning-glory vines, alive with bloom
ing bell-shaped blossoms, stood two
ladies. One was small and pretty,
with dark eyes and pouting, red lips,
whom the woman instinctively recog
nized as the rose with thorns, the
other was tall and beautiful, Of the
statuesque order, with bluegray eyes,
and mouth as sweet as an angels.
Something like admiration was in
the gipsy's glance as it rested upon
the latter. She was clothed in some
thin white material, which tioated
about her like cloud. Beauty una
dorned was personated in her.
In the heavy golden braids that
were caught up so carelessly at the
back of her head, there was not so
much as a bit Of ribbon at her white
throat, nothing but the snowy ruffle;
on her slim, capable hands, no ring;
nothing enlivenirg about her, in the
way of ornament, except the double
rose-colored althea that was fastened
at her waist.
They regarded her wondcringly.
What queer creature she asWhat
n perfect Witch of Endor! Maggie
France drew herself up.
what is Your business, woman"
maggie" and the tall, stately girl,
whose appearance had so taken the
gypsy by surprise, lifted her clear
eyes beseechingly td her friend, do
rot speak SO abruptly. The woman
looks flushed and tired. Let her sit
down here in the shade and rest.
Perhaps she is hungry"
"And if so, who cares? She has
no business to come upon one so sud
denly. Ugh! she is uncanny enough
to chill the blood in ones veins. /
should think she would be tired, cary
ing that heavy mantle around. !
should think it would smother her
Well, woman: If you have anything
to say, say it, and bcgone. We do
not entertain tramps.
"Hush, Maggie!' interposcd her
companion.
But the gypsy cut short her worRs
with a gesture indicative Of CON
tempt.
Il am sure you do not dryly.
"You have the heart Of stone, the
temper of shrew. Lady," turning
her back to Maggie, and addressing
the one who interceded in her behalf,
II am Myra, the gypsy. My PROV
ince is to reveal the hidden events of
the future. Let me unravel the skeins
of your destiny"
But Maggie, at her words, hurried
forward and lifted her curious face
to the woman.
"Why didn't you make known your
GRAND before, and you would have
received immediate attention. want
you to look in my hand, Myra, and
tell INC my fate" she said, fcry visit
fully.
She was q creature Of variable
moods, one moment sunny and smil-
ing, the next frowning and repcllant.
The fortune teller shook her head.
II do not care to treat YOU to n
chapter out of the Book of Fate, she
said, with stold indifference.
"Come, Myra, dor pleaded the
girl. Don't he ugly. adore gyp-
sizes and / must have my fortune told.
Come, tell it me, and III give you a
shining piece, else your word belle
you, and basket of goodies to car
ny away"
The gypsy snatchcd away her
hand, which Maggie had caught in
her excitement.
"a bit of food, rendered by you,
would choke me if tried to gulp it
down. | do not want your money.
You are rose so environed with
thorns that no man would care to
pluck and wear it upon his BOSOM
"And you are wicked old crea-
ture-half woman, halfdevil, who can
see no further in the future than f.
retorted Maggie, her temper again in
the ascendant. "She is cheat, Ele-
amor; don't trust her.
But Eleanor Carlyle, whose nature
was somewhat imbued with German
mysticism, had made up her mind
that this woman, not Of the earth
earthly, could tell her what the mys-
tic future had in store for her, so she
said, unhesitatingly;
Ell think I'll hear what she has
to say, Maggie"
you're a big fool, them irrisably
exclaimed Miss France, as she ruth
lessly stripped off some Of the purple
morning glories and tossed them to
the ground.
OF course, so shrewd q woman as
Myra knew whom Stanley had refer
ence to when he concocted the plot
that was to win him a wife if carried
safely out. 1t was Maggie. But
Myra had determined to reverse the