The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1884-10-15

The fighting dogs swarmed around his
legs, the gypses continued cantering his
horse; he was tired of parrying their
offers and keeping his head above the
successive waves of nags which they
poured in one exhaustless tide against
his resolution not to sell.
When he finally mounted his gray and
started toward the road at foot pace,
three men accompanied him, still pictur-
ing the merits of their own animals and
his remorse when it would be too late,
and he repeated to each separate man
what he had already told the entire
camp many times, that the horse was not
his, and it was therefore impossible for
him to sell or trade.
The last one to leave him was the
swarthv young man who had lain on the
wagon tongue. He patted Harrison's
steed, and admitted there was not a
gray like that in the whole camp. He
rested his arms across the back of the
saddle as if to fondle the gentleman who
wished to kiss his queen.
But he was got rid of. Harrison bal
anced his gun, and took the last look at
the floating village. There was no tell
ing whether morning would find it in
the same place. He did hope to see it
again.
The horse went slowly home, but it
was just the sort of a dark, dewy even
ing to hum along between fences where
elders spread their ghostly parasols and
made themselves sweetly odorous. He
had few birds in his game bag, shot in
violation of the game laws, and he now
and then hummed a bar from Der Frei-
schultz, and perhaps thought of his many
follies.
1t was ten o'clock by the stars when he
led his borrowed horse directly across
the lawn to his cousins stable, noticing
that the stable door was open and light
was moving among the stalls. James
met him with the lantern.
whats the matter, James2" inquired
Harrison.
81 was just taking a last look at things
for the night" said James, "because
there's tribe of gypsies camped two or
three miles below here. Them gypsies
likes a good horse, Mr.. Harrison"
"Well, here's one they wanted" " said
Congreve, giving up the bride. 81
stopped al their camp, but they're not
very formidable. What's the matter
with the horse, old fellow2 he exclaimed,
as the lantern searched from head d-strap
to crupper, from hoof to saddle. ~
walked him all the way home. He
hasn't laid hair"
''No, SIR" responded James solemnly (;
''and he'll never lay hair again till some
of the gray paint is scratched off'n him.
This amt the beast you rode away from
here What's that" inquired James,
lifting his lantern above the Young
gentleman's suddenly stern face, "stick-
ing to the back of your coat2'
Harrison CROPPED behind himself, and
seized paper.
They've played their games on you,
SIR" said the old servant, grimacing
anxiously at the painted horse, and try,
ing the dry coat with his nail 'And
now they'll be gone like the bird that
flies. We wouldn't took a thousand like
this crow bait for that gray of our'n."
81 wish you'd quit your buzzing and
give me that lantern - said Harrison, ex.
tending an impatient hand. "Donr
mind what l say, James. This is meaneI
than hazing. But it serves me right,
too"
''It don't do to meddle with them gyp-
sizes, sir"
Harrison sat against the edge of a
manger, and held the lantern to what
was written in pencil on piece of note.
paper:
"Mr. -, told yure Fortune because
you knew Romany. But you did not
Treet me Wright. My husband the King
says he has fixed you in Horse Traid
for it. He will give you this. We are
not Different from other because we live
on the road. | am just a Young Girl,
and it Hurt me, EMERETTA.
"Queen of the the Joels, Stanleys and
Jefreys. ."-Harpey'S Bazar.