Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1885-01-01

Thank Cod She was free al los,.
alone, too. by the side of the calm
beautiful OH how untroubled. water
"Wait, Galoubtchibr' the lattar
word being expressive, if the meanina
be taken literally, of endearment. onl9
that it is applied somewhat indiscrimi.
nately. In a fashion, too, that at times
is curious and alike inexplicable. 10.
ward rich and poor, old and YOUNG.
whilst dealing, too, in hot rebUke or in
high disputation.
The Muscovite woman, whose course
we are now following, had already
chosen her path; passed by several o
the monstrous clusters of cleverly and
artistically piled-up logs, lying ready for
sale here, as in how many other direo
tions Of the, if once seen, never-to-be
forgotten Moskya River
She now, however, turned back alb
ruptly, as if aroused from some diff
cult. horrible dream.
"Well?" This question sternly and
questioningly.
1t was only the ecgCostchik who spoke
the driver of the dyoSky which had
served to transport her to these, the
very western, although not the most
aristocratic, regions of Moscow.
But what makes this fact? Moth
ing
Il will glance Mt it once more, ex.
claimed Natalie Alexandrevna, haught-
lily and yet brokenly, slancing steadily
and earnestly at a miniature gold
cross, richly enameled, which she now
removed from n velvet case; "but for
the last time Sold me, did he? And
that in spite of my beauty-the beauty
which God in heaven above had given
mel For cash, tOo--as if | had been
cattler'"
The next moment her face had sud
denly hs.pched Was it a spirit that
stood s01gore her-or what? A figure
had crossed over swiftly from hiding
it might wellnigh be supposed amongst
some of those marvellous piles of wood,
and stood cxultantly facing her.
He blocked her path, and she had
fallen helplcssly--senselessly-a at his
feet.
A quarter. of century ago, however,
this the scene. Listen, then.
Yes, foot it bravely, Gdloubtchik.
We all like to see you dance.
The child obeyed danced on and on
but, oh, how YEARLY!
No task so dillicultas feigning gayety
when the heart is in reality heavy, and
the young limbs are in reality alike
weary Only that such task has to
be accomplished sometimes.
An old crone now came forward in
Russian gypsy attire, her head enyel-
oped in a monstrous, dirty crimson cot
ton kerchief, her coat more greasy than
can ever be described
A witch-like face, too and a witch
like mind. What worse?
you dance disgracefully tonight,
You little ne er-do-well.
"Oh, | do?" All how YEARLY, and
at once regretfully spoken.
Surely the girl was even sorry for
herself, and surely also made for better
things than this 1t seemed so.
The fire burned brightly in the cen
ter of that gypsy encampment The
best part, because the most festive por-
ton of the entire day--if the evening
hours might thus be termed-was now
at hand Around the fire ''crooned''
lazily, but evidently to their hearts
delight and at their utmost ease, the
women--hags most of them belong
ing to the gypsy crew. Their supposed
occupation at present was in Watching
the large caudron of delicious soup
suspended mid-air above the burning
logs The smell of the same was most
enticing and it was scarcely to be Won
dered at that more than one deep voice
from the outer circle demanded angrily
from time to time when supper, would
be ready?
The men around lay for the most
part idly, and also smoking prodigious-
", upon the green STANDARDIZATION
amongst the furzes growing in all di-
rections of the forest Whatever ac-
tive work fell in their path was accom-
plishcd either in the afternoon or in tho
dead Of night, when others slept, and
pranks and raids were therefore dealt
in more easily, and with less chance of
detection.
No, this was now the merry time of
recreation, and the chief amusement
in by them was watching the
girl Natalie dance-ay, dance by the
hour ut time.
ii she was tired, they, on the con-
rary, were never. They never dreamt
of such a state of things. 1t would have
sucn an incident as that just named was
of actual occurrence.
been too ridiculous.
That girl, it would seem, har for
gotten her art tonight" chimed in
a rough-looling fellow. "Shc deserves
more work and less play, by far You've
spoilt her, hag-made TOO much of .
fine lady of her. Who is Natalie,
should like TO know?-a waif "a miser-
able stray That's all. Mother Hirsch. y
~ hats all indeed muttered Moth
er Hirsch between her teeth, haitian
grily; but her growing was quickly
broken in upon,
LET the girl alone. Mother Hirsch-
and You also, Ishmael You owe her
many and many a turn, all of you-you
seem to forget that. Therel Tn
ashamed of you, " and he looked around
angrily scowlngly. "Come here, Ma
taller
The Girl addressed came. trembling