The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1885-04-10

SAO oobS A1CL own WOIQ6 RGuGTdlIY.
and they were without connections
senseless iumble-and yet as she sang
them they often possessed a weird and
startling significance. Here is one of
her songs:
ooh, happy, happy me!
So still, SO still, white moon
To lee, to lows, to die,
All still and white to die!"
By questioning, / found out what
these words meant to her. She was al
ways at ease with me, and could express
herself more freely to me than to any
body else, so she tried to explain this
verse.
She said she was ooh, SO happy"
She loved her little chamber where she
could be "all %still"; she loved TO have
the white moon" look in so kindly up
on her at night, and she felt it would be
good to die there "all still and white"
In the spring, however, a change
came over our Helenore. Her deep
content gave place gradually to q strange
restlessness. She was no longer the
faithful, attentive little handmade /
had learned to love and trust. She
seemed to be irresistibly drawn away
from all her indoor occupation.
If O. bird sang near the house,
she would drop her work and
run eagerly to the window, as
if she heard her own name called; if
she we're sent down town on an GRAND,
she was un~accountably long in return
ing; and finally, n afternoon when
she took little Ned out for his accus-
toned airing, she was gone for hours,
wandering across the fields, and bring
ing him home at dusk lying back fast
asleep in his carriage, with a wreath of
violets like a halo round his golden
head, and more clutched tightly in his
chubby hand.
She received my surprised reproof in
sullen silence, and / waited in vain for
some account of her absence.
She grew more and more strange and
restless every day, fretting and chafng
over her light tasks like some Gagged
animal, until finally / questioned her.
"Helenore," said /, kindly, "wha. is
il that ails you? Tell me, and will
try to help you" II
AT first she frowned darkly and would
not answer; but when / laid my hand
gently and coaxingly upon her head
had noticed she loved to have me do so
she yielded and her tongue was
loosed.
ooh, madam, do not be angry" she
cried. "We have gypsy blood in us,
mine moder do say-and oh, would be
notwithstanding out her arms toward
the distant fields with a swift and elo-
quent gesture of longing. ooh, let me
gol / must gol"
I was both shocked and disappointed,
and / told her so and tried to reason
with her.
aWhere would you gol" | asked.
aThere are no gypsies neal that you
could join, and you would soon starve
and die alone; and besides, how can you
leave poor baby and me? Do you not
love us, Helenore?"
"Oh, I dol Idol" she cried, passion
ately, throwing herself down upon the
floor: sand I do try not to hear them
call. I put mine fingers in mine ears,
/ but I hear them just the samel"
aWho calls you, Helenore? r l asked.
GAIL things out o,-door-the birds and
bees and the winds. They call me al
ways, always. They say 'Helenore,
| Helenore, comet And I must goIp she
cried, springing to her feet and looking
wildly around. J.
HI feared she was losing her mind, and
was much alarmed about her. We tried
to divert and amuse her in every way
possible. and for q few days she really
seemed to be quiet.
But one morning we missed her. Ihe
afternoon previous, a hand-organ grind
or and a woman, evidently his wife, en-
tered our grounds, and Helenore went
ont to hear them play; and we noticed
that she stood conversing with them IN
her own language for some time after
ward.
They had been hanging about the
na;obborhood for several days, and
somehow we felt sure that she had gone
NTH them. Our suspicious were con-
Grmed by q farmer living q mile or SO
above Ms. who said he met them just at
5nsk as he was returning home from
tba city--a man and woman, and our
Helenore. He said he recognized Hell
anore at once and spoke to her, Blu she
made no answer.
We learned, furthermore, from her
n,othar that an organ-grinder and hia
,s;ee~old acouaintances of the family
had been in the vicinity for Q week past