The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-08-02

yoof mouef tn<o your pocx4 or ! VIII thrcw you and ii out ot the usdow.s i Good God. what wss so ec wssk this money, which had dcuheless already oeen the cause of bloodshed and would probably lead eventually se ny own de- ssrucsion
 h my trepidaton ,hrew it, large sum as it was, to the gypsies regretted the act ai once t betrayed the fact that was nch, and that money vAs 10 object to me. The gypsies overwhelmed me with thanks, and offered to play me any thing l liked. sent them to the cosn- tess to be nd oi them. Ws.hcut much pressing the coun:ess. with the voice ot siren. set up one of her favcsite rolks. lieder. Forgetting in the perfection st the melody all the surfcunding cireun- stances. applaaded as madly as a | were m my opera box al ressh. The bandit captain Applauded just as heartily and volunteered to sing himself He favored us with one of those indigenous melodies which may be heard in every village a, the corner of every street. The song ended, he turned to me: Nov, old gentleman. it is your turn, we must have your song" ~as in sad quandaEy. l sing ,--un- der such circumstances too .--l who. ex- eep, the song Fare thee well, thou s,ien, house :" had never been able to learn a tune in my whole lie
 "i-l cannot sing Il can't sing al all .' (The 6end ot a woman who had got us into this hN always laughs immodcra,ely when absensly begin to hum an operasie air. have high squeaking vosce. A peacock is more melo iious. The countess begged me in kreneh 10 sing something, as my refusal might be huIsful 10 all. That was all that was wanting wha, was to do. Convulsed sith tear. l commenoed: Fare thee well, thou silen, house.
 ] ] sang in a soul-stirrlng yet ear splitting fashion. Painfully enough go, halfway through my song when in my third strophe. by an unlucky m,schanee, l made an zgoniiing shfiek. The countess could no longer contain herself, but burs, into a hearty laugh the bandits also be- gan to laugh and. lastly, myself lcined the chorus, though l had little cause fos mefrimeut.
 The dance vas then renewed. The countess was unwearying. They danced till dawn. Not till the suns first rays began 10 peep through the windows did she interrupt the festivities, and beg her partner, as II was high time, to have the horses put to.
 "We shall now see their true aspect" thought | may God have mercy on oas souls!'
 The robber vent out, reused the coach man and the servants, had the horses harnessed and then announced that the carriages were ready for our departure
 Of course they mean to murder us on our way thought |.
 l go, inside the carriage with more alarm than aligh,ed. IL seemed so sas- pieious to me that they did not demand my purse.
 The chief of the band 4t the same tune mounted his horse and accompanied us 10 the high road after directing us on our way, and expressing hopes that we should enjoy the ball. he took leave oi us and rode of to reJoin his companions. 1 did not breathe freely till we reache Leried. then began 10 reproach the countess with her very ,houghtless con duct and to remind her how great had been the danger 10 which she was ex- posed, from which my authority alone had rescued her. Who knows what might have happened to the countess had 1 no, been with herr The humiliation, too, of dancing the osarda with Beiyars till daybIeak
 She listened quietly 10 my reproaches l, when had finished she said:
 "Apropos of daybreak, dear baron, are you not sleepyf'
 Mot in the least,' answssed erossiy.
 "Then be 90 good as to sung me the song which you left unhnished.' You may imagine how quickly l became sleepy. We reached Arad at about sIx io'o:o1k ss.! :s hon: later all the iAsh- ionable world were in possession oi the details of the story. She even robbed me of this slight satisfaction. She was the belle of the evening. She did not dance, however, and thus failed to follow up her latest triumph ; yet she vas queen of the ball. She pleaded weaIiness as her ca cuse. can well believe she was weary after dancing eighteen osardas in one night. had not danced al all, yet was coafoundedly tired.
 hastened to the card-room. am in luck today" l thought. They were playing iansquenes a, one table. Now
 shall pluck you, my pigeons." N,cely did pluck them--1 lost all my ready money and incurred deb, of thousand gulden.
 Six months after these events read in one Of our political organs the announce. ment that Fekete Jofzi, the celebrased robber chief. was lying in prison al Ssegedin, condemned to death, and tha, he would be executed, according to law in that town. l as once hastened to tei the news to our little countess.
 @What a pity" she remarked. laying down the paper; he was such charm ing danceT."--From Ms HSsgarfas 2 lM Lokn.
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