DeSoto times. (Hernando, Miss.) 1879-1898, 1890-05-08
GYPSY ISAIAH.
" His Blue-Eyed Wife's Faith
in Him Was Verified.

all LONELY PlaSCo plA0 iiouo ial LII
se was the Ioneliest. Not house in
kt-not 50 much as barn, toll gate
rrist mill; nothing but bleak hill
scantily clothed with scrubby
q GRIM, black-boughed evergreen
Ms and pasture lands where the cat
kuddled in the corners of the fences
gape the knife-like point Of the
west wind
nd, Of gray sunny afternoon like
with the sullen rush of the river
hing in the valley below, and a knot
rows cawing mournfully in the tree
above the farm house roof, it was
elier still,
h Trott was in the kitchen, with
Ter kettle bubbling over the fire; he
mending huge kettle wherewith
proposed to rifle the sweetness of a
Ehboring grove ofmaple trees, in the
Ping month of March. Mrs. Trott
studying out the complicated pat
Of a new device in patchwork, lent
! by friend, with half a dozen blocks
Furkey red, four of white and two of
hcolored calico; and Deborah, the
II daughter, was trimming over her
tday hat with newly-ironed pink rib
tS and a cluster of artificial rosebuds
|ch she had bought cheap at the clear
|.of sale Of the Stockbridge milliner
ind all three we're silent.
Euddenly the clock struck with a
lirring sound like an asthmatic ID
\!
lis that four oclock?" said Mrs. Trott,
i puzzling over the blocks of Turkey
That's four o'clock" said Mr.. Trott,
king into the boiling silvery mass
3r the stove.
We shall have to light a candle
n," said Mrs. Trott. For she had
Ter seen that modern abomination, a
light, and made it her boast that no
p Of kerosene had ever crossed her
eshold. She burned symme trical
lte candles of her own running, in
brass candlesticks with
Hers and extinguishers to match. 81
lder where Isaiah is? We need new
for the sitting-room fire tonight.
lire Draper's son told me he should
p in, in friendly way"
retty Deborah frowned over the
lch of rosebuds; she was dimpled,
e'eyed girl, quite unaccustomed to
business of frowning, so that it was
Ter an effort for her to contract her
Rze-brown brows.
Isaiah" slowly repeated Mr.. Trott,
intent on the kettle. "Why, I've
Isaiah over to Marshall Hills with
fifty-dollar billm
rs Irott dropped her spectacles.
Thomas Trott! You hain't, never!"
d she.
Yes, | have" said Thomas Trott.
ny shouldn't l? Whitefoot is lame,
I've no notion of walking over to
IS with my rheumaticky old bones.
the interest on my note is due to-
SO just gave it to Isaiah, and told
to step lively and get back before
~
rs Trott drew an ostentatiously
sigh.
Then you may be very sure of one
g. Irott," said she, you'll never see
ner Isaiah nor that fifty-dollar bill
n"
Nhy not?" said her spouse, staring
'ecause Isaiah belongs to gypsy
and because all our neighbors ad-
q us not to take him in when we
les worked just as we'll as if there
ntgypsy blood in him, hasn't hep
anded the farmer, sternly.
don't say but what he has," ad-
ed Mrs. Trott 81 only know that
Us bred in the bone won't scrub out
ae fssh, and it'll be just like Gypsy
an to cut and run with that fifty-dol-
DILL And you're a bigger fool than |
you for, to trust a wild fellow like
with solid money"
II here pretty Deborah rose, flushed
painting, from her chair.
Nother!" she cried, her blue eyes all
ne, you shall not talk SO! Isaiah is
'ood and true and noble as if the
a OF kings ran in his veins"
1olty-toityl" cried Mrs. Trott, in
cement "And what is Isaiah Black
! to you?"
lust this" said Deborah; chat Tm
aged to him."
Engaged to-marrY him?"