Seattle daily post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, W.T. [Wash.]) 1881-1888, 1883-03-25

four of rs made up our minds one Sat
urday afternoon TO have our fortunes
told.
There vas q gypsy camp out on the
common beyond the town, with vans
teufs. cauldrons and the whole para
pheruaiia Of gypsy life, and every body
walked or rode out TO visit il. We de-
cided TO walk, and a. ii was bright,
cold day, enjoyed ourselves much bet
ter than il va had been coopsd up IN
the stage, or even in a carriage.
Isves October. Some Of the foliage
bad changed color little. and There
vere red and golden tints among the
Rreeus- Nos and then the winds shook
fhe tres and scattered showers OF leaves
upon the roads Purple asters and
golden rod we're still II bloom. Here
md shsre grsx crimson sqGav berries
and basser-ssees burnt like gold along
ne stone feacss- Zach of us gathered
8 great bunch, and we held them in our
hands as we entered the path that led
into the hollow where the camp lay.
Young and romantic, We we're ready 90
BE- delighted In eyerything-vith
swarthy Gypsy selling a colt TO stout
farmer, win old grandmother dandlsns
. dnsky bshv on her knees. and the
dirty bIack-eyed children sq1asting
shout everywhere
There were visitors IN plenty, and
mos Of the women we're telling fortunes
A - approached, q woman who had
been sitting On a fallen Log arose, and
= man who had been talking 90 her
pulled his hat crer his eyes and turned
away, like the villain in the rneioasama.
The woman wore q vida brimmed straw
hat with wreath OF artificial flowers
around il. Her hair was dressed stifiiy
and primiy in we'll oiled banda She
had Q lowered delains gown, and q
littIe red wooden shawl covered her
shoulders. She was certainly neither
young nor beautiful, as the gypsy
maid" Of song and drama must newt
ably be; but she smiled amiably upon
N, and calling us pretty young ladies' y
asked il wa would have our fortunes
told.
Clare, our spokeswoman, declared
that 70 have been our intention in CON-
ing, and We soon proved the truth Of
the adage, "a fool and his money are
soon parted" by dropping each dollar
into the gypsy's palm.
"Who shall l begin With, pretty la
dies r. asked the woman. s'And will
Jon have your fortunes told privately or
together p
Glare answered that We had no secrets
from each other, and that this young
lady" indicating Belle with the point Of
her parasol, twill be the first to have o
glimpse into futurity."
Belle, blushinQ rosy red. pat ont her
~ M al tfos.S n ~nk 4.
the gypsy told her that some ono with
the sea TO fall in love with her; that she
would live In palace beyond the ocean
and b waited on like queen. There
wasmore, but ! have forgotten IL. Belle
was delighted. and Rose was the next
victim.
The gypsy told her that she would
marry q great musician. and We all
laughed, for we knew that Mr.. Mar
tell. who taught the piano TO the gradu-
attng class. was very much in lsve with
her.
Then Glare seated herself on the old
log and opened her hand, palm upward.
II vas large and handsome. Clare was
something like Lady Jane, n 4 pretty
but massive" The gypsy told her that
abe would be q soldiers wife.
Oddly enough it really happened not
year afterward. We were all at the
wedding. The next day Col. v
rode out OF the town ut the head OF his
regiment. He never came back. Clare
wears her widows veil for him vet, and
his miniature liee ever her heart day
and night forever.
But whsrs have I strayed to? Let
mo 60 back TO the bright autumn day,
ana tbs gypsy camp. and the four school
e1ris. half-m0cking. half believing. very
merry and 4 little frightened. II was
my turn. and ] sat before the dark
eyed woman, With face like smiling
oRrees carved in black walnut, and lis
palm.
You are = tall young lady, Miss
ehe said. at last: hut you 20 to school
yet, Y0u are fond Of music, and You
have an elderly gentleman relation who
takes you out good bit to places Of
amusement and the like. dou't see
vhether its your papa or your grandpa,
bat its relation.
This was % true tiat ! came nearly
crying out, at il Uncle Henry,r but
both0ught myself in time.
You wear blue q good deal." she went
On, land 700 have blue fan. Az a
concert one evening you dropped .it. The
gentleman who picked il up il 10 b
your husband. The stars say So"
.How white ron turn, Essie,n cried
Clara.
II feel faint" said. aIrs true
dropped Q blue fan At the opera when
Patti sang .1raviata,, and a crn,leman
from Adam.s
you'll meet him again. however,
Mia = SAID the Rypsy. sSome Sundav
It church he win hand ron 8 pravsr.
book with the plaza marked With 1
n0uers when Jon 80 that you will know
b Robin. He has black eyes. hlack
hair and q dimple il his chin dear
eoooRn 20 pat your dngsr in; and b
! certainly had enough for my dollar
We al walked homo together rathe,
aeioQaiy. bat Ia . day or two the i'm.
Peeanoa passed away, and Ne almos,
forgot how sfrone & had been.
Ihe rest q October vas very unpleas.
ank We had prayers in the school
eSSSe.. s4A.40 ~ k0&0X u C0UkC0, 0QJ
On the dFst Sunday In November ths
SKY wa9 blue and the air clear, and N
al - forth for church together.
Is % happened that there were fouz
neu eohclass, and the seats belonging
70 the school were full; four Of ~ werv
laft over to claim the courtezy OF ouI
naiRhbors. I was invited 10 enter &
pev occupied BY ono old lady, and a
my prayer book was in the school raci
! had none. and did not like to help nv.
self without an invitation. Az hest
tAted, book was passed 10 me fruu
tho Pew behind me.
This l. the PLACES, aaid q charming
votoe, and a. bowed my thanks sav
that tho page vas marked with pres
- daisy.
Instantly The visit TO the eypsy cam,
and the fortune teller prophecy rushes
into my memory. could not hay,
helped looking at the pew behind II m,
ttto had depended on Il. aotuall,
turned my bad and looked full 81 Is;
RsntIemsn Who had handed mo Is,
book.
Hs had black hair and eyeA. q Ion,
uoustaehss and . dimple on his ckii
that Jon could put your finger ia.
Tho congregation were rising; I AYuee
100. lheld the book in nv hand Al,
eo6tly turusd to tho ay-lsaf befoes Is
0l1o poGo. A name vas written thaso-
Robin AsmytaRes
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