The Logan County banner. [volume] (Logan, W. Va.) 1889-1903, 1890-06-19
GYPSY ISAIAH.
How Hts TBlue-Eyed Wife's Faith
in Him Was Verified.

HOW his f3luS-1yCo w h0 . dlta
in Him Was Verified.
ofall lonely places the Trott farm
iodsi, was the loneliest Not house in
sieb not 50 much as a barn, toll gate
Dr. gTist mill; nothing but bleak hill
SIDES, scantily clothed with scpubby
hines grim, blaek-boughed evergreen
woods, and pasture lands where the cat
lie 6adicd in the corners of the fences
10 escape the knife-like point of tho
keen west wind!
AMI, OF d gray sunny afternoon like
mis-, with the sullen rush of the. river
booming nv the valley below, and altnot
Of crows cawing mournfully in the tree
teI,s above tho farm house roof, 1t was
lpneljer still.
Mr. 'rrott was in the kitchen, with
FOLDER hcttle bubbling over the fire; he
was.mending a huge kettle wherewith
he proposed to rife tho sweetness of a
neigbboring grove of maple trees, in the
coming month Of March. Mrs. Trott
was studying out the complicated pat
tern Of q new device in patchwork, lent
her By 4 friend, with half dozen blocks
d Turkey red, four of white and two Of
coni-coored calico; and Deborah, the
=qHiE dfaughtcr, was trimming over her
Sunday hat with newly-ironed pink rib
Ions and a cluster Of artificial rosebuds
Vfitrf45She had boughteheap at thec clear
d ing-otE sale of tho Stocllbridge milliner
s~sand all three were silent
Suddenly tho clock struck with a
whining sound like an asthmatic To-
eust!
rs gBat four o'clock?" said Mrs Trott,
still pulling over the blocks Of Turkey
red
- That's four O'Clock" said Mr.. Trott,
looking into the boiling silvery mass
over ttlfe stove.
I'VE shall have to light candle
soon" said Mrs. Trott For she had
never seen that modern abomination, a
gaslight, and made it her boast that no
drop OF kerosene had ever crossed her
threshold. She burned symmetrical
white candles Of her own running, in
old-fashtoned, brass candlesticks with
suffers and extinguishers- to match. 81
wonder where Isaiah is? We need new
logs for the sitting-room fire tonight.
Squire Diapers son told me he should
dropin, in friendly way"
Pretty Deborah frowned over the
bunch of rosebuds; she was dimpled,
buc-eycd girl, quite: unaccustomed to
the business of frowning, so that it was
rather an effort for her to contract her
bronze brown brows.
Isaiah" slowly repeated Mr.. Trott,
still intent on the kettle. "Why, I've
sent Isaiah over to Marshall Hills with
that ffty-dollar .billp
Mrs. Trott dropped her spectacles.
Thomas Trott! You hain't neverw
cried she.
Yes, l have" said Thomas. Trott.
WhY shouldn't I? Whitefoot is lame,
and. I've no notion of walking over to
Hills with my rheumaticky old bones.
And the interest ON my note is due to-
-tliaYts SO 4 just gave it to Isaiah, and told
Inn to step lively and get back before
dusk!" ~ -
Mrs. Trott drew an ostentatiously
lang sigh.
thing, Trott, said she, you'll never see
neither Isaiah nor that fifty-dollar bill
again"
why not?" said her spouse, staring.
Because Isaiah belongs; to "a gypsy
race, and because all our neighbors adj
-yiscd us not to take him in when we
.didr -a
He's worked just as we'll as if there
WASH gypsy blood in him, hasn't hep
demanded the farmer, sternly.
II don't say but what he has," ad-
mitled Mrs. Trott. Il only know that
what's bred in the bone won't scrub out
ot the lesh,* and It'll be just like Gypsy
Isaiah to cut and run with that fifty-dol-
lar bill. And you're bigger fool than !
took You for, to trust wild fellow like
that with solid money"
Ruthere pretty Deborah rose, flushed
apa paating, from her chair :.
Notherl'' she cried, her blue eyes all
atame you shall not talk so! Isaiah is
as good and true and noble. as if tho
bleed ofskings ran in his veins.
ailoity-toity!" cried Mrs. Trott, in
aTa1enont, "And what is Isaiah Black
burn to You?p
Just this" said Deborah; shat I'm
engaged 10 him"
~ Engaged tomarry him2n
Yes to marry him" a = E.
*"Rebby," said Mrs. Trott, are you
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y love: him. mother,n Debby simply.
iHaae,Feppnse. 9"And he loves me=-and
We are TO be married as soon as he has
isd 1p-a little money to rent farm of
hs e8p."
fa.deels' said Mrs. Trott, frowning
-=ca'S ly.@HAnd your parents consent. /
N,ppese' is matter of no consequence
waateverqa s.ssz-r- '--.-.
We Thought, MOTHER said Debby,
%.'h downcast eyes, s'that you would
ol''r no objection to what would make
He soyery, very happy"
rhrhapst" frigidly added Mrs Trott,.
!. yoa don't know that Orlando Draper is.
t@llng tonight with the especial in
@hllon Of making an offer Of marriage
" ,ygl.squire Diapers son, with q red
S S.gS house and a bank account ct
slQeki4riafee, :, - - -
Az, lyon he may go away again." said
ig, as5Yppy resolutcly. "For I never, never
nv. s,,, marry any one but Isaiah Black
~ = ~ ~ -~at W. -
IA : stray gypsy lad, brought up in the
~. VeaS' with nobody knows who for his
s ,.sasr and knack for Misunderstanding
~. ~, npger ends, snecred Mrs Trott
%otheri' pleaded the girl.
Hat.
Way YIN tiair llaieh's ~ good 1 young