The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1884-11-12

in bright red and black, with great hat
tipped over her face. Long black braids
fell down her back, big hoop earrings shone
in her ears, and she was evidently one of
the people from the camp below-the gypsy
camp, which romantic youth delighted in,
and which the sage. elderly authorities of
the place were taking measures to Danish, If
possible-but she looked cleaner, neater,
trimmer, than most of her sort
"Shall l tell your fortune, sir ?" she ask
ed And her voice and information startled
him again.
He paused, instead of passing with
laugh, as he should have said he would,
and answered with question:
" Do you think you could tell it? If
thought you could, 1 am not sure that
would not pay you any sum could afford
to hold your tongue. We all know the past,
but we none of us know how much worse
the future can be-"
"Vou can make yours" said the girl.
Shall tell you how 2"
can't afford it, said the school-teach
er, laughing. Quarters are quarters to
poor folks. But the squire is coming up the
road. He's rich mel. Prophesy for him."
Perhaps he'd put us all in Jail for it,"
said the gypsy. Come, don't want your
money. If tell you how to make your for
tune, you can give me something when it is
made. We're sure to meet again. even II
you go to. Colombo" zz=s. $3.50
Ehf'sJls cried, turning quickly. Who
has been talking to yous about me ~
Nobody" replied the girl, You never
saw me before, did your"
" Never, to my knowledge" replied
Roger.
+" Yet | can tell you more than your dear.
est friends can" said the girl " You daren't
look me in the face and say you are not in
love 2" 4t4
Daren't ?" replied the man.
Swear it, " said the gypsy, in voice
that trembled as she spoke, g and / will
leave you. For man who is not in love l
have no need to read the stars.n
woman must be better actress than
many eau hope to be to hide her identity
from the man who loves her, under any cir.
cumstances or any disguise.
Roger Delany knew who stood before him
on the instant. Despite the dark braids of
hair with which she had covered her golden
locks, the dusky paint upon her face and
eae gypsy dress one little culver in the
voice, taught him the truth. 1t was not like
Miss Mattaran to play practical joke for
the sake of laughing at him. If she had
motive, it was deeper one. His heart be-
gan to beat wildly. lie was so greatly agi.
tated that he feared to speak, but after
pause he forced himself to answer calmly
Fortune-tellers who ask questions are
not to my mind. ! ask you to tell me whether
I am 10 love or not ?"
g You are, replied the gypsy.
With whom ?" asked Roger.
"A blonde woman"
" You hit the mark for once" said Roger.
" What else do you know of her ?''
" She is rich, said the gypsy.
$50 on"
" That is why you are going away"
" Perhaps you are right
4" 1 am; but you are wrong"
"Why2"
1t was the gypsy's turn to pause when
Roger asked the question.
Miss Mattaran had imposed almost toe
hard task upon herself.
" Because she loves you, and would glad.
ly share her wealth with you," she answer
ed, family " Because II will break her
heart if, for pride's sake, you do not tell her
what she would so gladly hear"
"If you tell me the truth, gypsy, am
happy man." said Roger. But / think
you mistake. Your stars mislead you"
"Not now-not now, believe me. Go TO
her." replied the gypsy, and stepping back
ward she turned and vanished in the shad-
ows.
Roger Delany did not follow her. He sat
down upon fallen log, and hid his face in
his hands.
"Still must CO." he said to himself, as
he arose. g But / will see her first. will
speak to her."
An hour afterward Mr.. Roger Delany's
card was brought to Miss Mattaran. And
she. fair as o lily, clad in virgin white, and
with her soft, pale gold hair wound in a
great curl at the back of her head, certainly
bore no resemblance to the .dusky, gypsy
who had met him in the woods. Before
they parted he had told his love and she
had accepted him.
81 could not go without knowing this
he said. at should have had no ambition
no hope. Now can do anything"
And SO they parted az lovers part, and
for two long years lived on sweet memories
and long, fond letters and beautiful home.
They met again long ago and were mar
-ied. Their home is one of the happiest in
Colorado. Their confidence is perfect.
There is but one secret that she keeps from
him-the story of how she played the gypsy
in the wood and told his fortune, and so
brought him to her feet.
There is but one that he keeps from her
II is that he knew the gypsy under her dis
suise. q hat he will keep to himself as a
sweet memory rs long as he 1ives.-Masy
Kyle Dallas.
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