, 1884-10-11
A PRETTY PRINCESS.
A Genuine Live Blue Blood on the
Gity's Outskirts.
The Queen Mother Forms One Of
the Visiting Party.
Where Bound, What They are Doing
and Other Facts.

There Is a gypsy camp down on Grow
creek" remarked a gentleman to 4
LEADER representative yesterday, 'and il
will pay you to make them a visit"
The reporter Immediately started fol
Sixteenth street bridge and found the
camp about a mile west of it. A young
man was standing in front of one of the
tents. He politely returned the reporter
salutation and courteously babe him enter.
The tent was large and comfortable. In
front was a small sheet iron camp stove.
The other half was carpeted, and in the
farther corner was a long, gaily decked
bed. Besides the young man there was a
comely, b%ustling woman, who, as the re
porter afterwards learned, was his wife,
and a couple of elderly townsmen, trying
to sell him a parrot, When the latter
departed, the reporter turned to the
young man asked the privilege of n few
minutes chat.
Where are you from?" was the first
inquiry.
Our home is in Colwell county,
Tex, - was his reply, and we are on our
way there now. We left there four years
ago, and started on a trip overland. We
have visited Colorado, Utah, Idaho,
Montana, and came here from Buffalo.
We 20 to Denver, where we expect to
Winter and will spend the next Winter
in Texas. There is a colony of gipsies
there, and they have become n~aturalized
and have settled down as farmers.
"Our party" he continued, consists
of thirty-three people and the Queer is
mother and grandmother to us all. She
is 55 years of age and came from Not
tingham, England. We have nine
wagons, four tents and twenty six head of
stock. We have a good comfortable out
fit and manage to take things easy
as we journey. We mind our own bust
ness and have little or no trouble with
people"
At this juncture his wife, who had been
industriously kneading some rolls in a
baking tin, placed them in the oven and
turning to the reporter said you will
give us a good notice in your paper,
won't you?"
The reporter assured her that he would
and she looked very much pleased with
the reply, and, seating herself on a camp
stool, continued:
I'VE are the real English gypsies. 1
have Travelled all over the South and
West, | was born in Louisiana. Western
people are not as curious as they are in
the East. Why there have not been a
half dozen people out to see us yet. They
are just as eager to have their fortunes
told though, and we make a good bit Of
money in hat way. Just have your for
tune told. 1t will be for your good to
know what luck you have in store for
you"
But the reporter declined. His expert
ence with fortune tellers has been not al
together pleasant. She evidently sur
missed his reasons and exclaimed
You never saw a true Gypsy fortune
teller in any trouble. There are a great
many who call themselves gipsies and go
round trying to tell fortunes and get ex-
posed and locked up, but they don be-
ong to the race. You never" she said,
very impressiyely, You never saw a
gypsy fortune teller in Jail.
The curtain which answered for the
door parted and a woman and a little child
entered. The matronly looking woman
rose deferentially and drew the little girl
near her and turning, rather solemnly
said:
Here is a true gypsy. When she be-
comes OF age she will be crowned Queen
of our tribe"
The reporter gazed at the embryo SOW
erign and saw the most striking picture
that he had seen in many a day,
She was a mere child, not over 9 years
of age, tall and slender, with delicately
small hands and feet Young as she was,
she had the air of a princess and the
haughtiness Of Queen. Her eyes were
large, black and lustrous, and could look
soft and dreamy or flush with all the fire
of anger. Her face was dark, even to
swarthiness, and the rich crimson mantled
her cheeks. But her great beauty was
her hair. which fell long, straight and
black as the shadows Of night, below her
waist. 1t was a face that would have
charmed Velasquez or over which Muir
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