The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1889-06-08
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dark-eyed audacious scoundrel of the tents
who has honored me with confession IN
looks he dared not put In words"
/ Among other amiable qualities which die.
tinguished ATr. Moore, he was very tolerant
with nomadic people, and his estate was
veritable happy hunting-ground for the
gipsles.
There was always one or more of their
camps pitched in some sequestered spot in
the woods, and Just then there was abodyof
them known as 'Hecate's tribe" located in
the Bluebell Dell.
At the head of them was an old woman
who claimed to have enjoyed hundred
years existence, and was probably near that
age. and she was the Hecate from whchtba
tribe took its name.
Several men with wives, well on in years
were her sons, and their children in mrr
had married, and had sons and daughters
and there was fourth generation of littIe
ones.
One Of the elder men, the youngest son of
Hecate, was known as Jim the Snowman
he having by industry and thrift arrived at
the dignity of possessing a trayeling-van.
He was man about Mr.. Moore's age, and
he had wife, who, in her style, was as
handsome as Mrs. Moore, with the same adj
vantage OF lingering youth in appearance
These two were the aristocratic portion
OF the tribe, and the objects of Hecate's un.
bounded love.
My darling Jim and Sabina," she called
them.
There had been darling younger daugh-
ter once, but she had lain for score years
or more under the greensward fifty miles
away. Her story was sad one.
She had given her heart to a ''house-dwell-
er," man of rank and wealth who had
wooed her selfishly and left her basely.
When he had been gone six months lit
tie baby came into the world, and his moth
er called him Bardolph.
She died. and he became old Hecate's
care. The old woman dotted on him, and he
grew up to handsome manhood.
Ere this, however, he had wheedled out
of the old gypsy the story of his birth, and
he boldly took upon himself his fathers
name.
While Randolph Dimsey wasted his sub
stance in rlotous living among the rich and
great Bardolph Dimsey, his unrecognsed
son, developed into the scapegrace Of the
Hecate tribe
He was daring boy and reckless man,
but he had done nothing more daring than
his falling in love with Vida Moore andlet-
ting her know by his looks that he admired
her.
lie had done as much when she with Ruth
had visited the camp, and she, womanlike,
had read his face, but her pride would not
allow her to resent it.
She simply ignored him as if he had been
adog.
He felt the sting of her contempt, and fed
his passion by brooding. He took to haunt.
ing her favorite resorts, but never dared to
speak to her. At last She had learnttol looA
upon his audacious love with amusement
But now it suddenly occurred to her that
hewas man who might be made useful, and
her object in going out early in the morning
was to meet him and mould him to her will.
Experience told her that he was watching
for her coming, and ere she had traversed
the shrubbery she heard rnsting behind
her that revealed his presence. She did not
go to the village, but bent her way to an adj
joining wood and entered it by a narrow
path
Suddenly she faced about.
He was within few yards of her, and
had no time to hide even if he desired to
escape detection. He met her gaze with
mingled audacity and abashed humility.
This is not the first time you have dog
ged my footsteps" she said.
mo, my lady," he answered in a low
tone, ''it isn't"
'What do you mean by it?n she asked.
"IIow dare you subject me to such an inn
pertinence%'
MY lady," said he, drawing deep breath,
''is it impertinence for your dog to follow
you?'
''No.o
'Then ask no more than to be your dog"
''There must be an end to this folly" said
Vida. IF my uncle toerates you gipsies-"
My lady," interposed Bardolph, drawing
himself up, Il am not gipsy."
what are you then?"
Randolph Dimsey is my fathern
The cold contempt in Vida's eyes made
him shiyer, and he was as abiect as dog
indeed. With his hands clasped together,
end his head hanging little, he waited for
her to speak.
You need not tell your mothers wretch
ed story to me, she said, Il have nothing
to do with it. ask you why you follow
me%'
IF We're to tell you, know whatwould
happen" he said.
''What is that?r
'Ishould be whipped off the Gordonfells."
And then there was silence. He stand
ing with his head hanging, and she looking
at him straight, scanning his very soul.
'What makes such cur of you?" Vida
asked suddenly.
II am not cur" he answered.
Lift up your head then"
He raised it, and tried to look at her de-
family. But she was smiling, and he stared
at her amazed.
Upon my word,' she said lightly, "I
think that YOU are in love with mo -