Western liberal. (Lordsburg, N.M.) 1887-1919, 1890-07-04
GYPSY ISAIAlrS WIFE.

house was the loneliest. Not a house in
sieht-not 80 much as barn, q toll gate
or grist mill; nothing but bleak hillsides'
scantily clothed with scrubby pines'
grim. black boughcd evergreen woods
and pasture lands, where the cattle hud'
died in the corners Of the fences 70 ea-
cape the knife like point Of the keen west
windl
And, Of a gray sunny AFTERNOON like
this. with The sullea rush Of the river
booming Il the valley below, and a knot
* crows cawing meurnfully in the tree
tops above the farmhouse roof, II was
lonelier still.
Mr.. Trott was in the Kitchen, with a
solder kettle bubbling over the ERE; he
was mendiug a huge kettle %wherewith
ho proposed to rifle the sweetness Of g
n~cighboring grove Of maple trees in the
coming month Of March. Mrs. Trott was
studying out the complicated pattern OF
"a new device in patchwork. lent her by
a friend. with half a dozen blocks of Tur-
key red, four of white ana two OF corn
caiored calico; and Deborah. the only
daughter, was trimming ever her Sunday
sIaS with newly ironed pink ribbons amt
a cluster Of artificial rosebuis which she
had bought cheap at the clearing of sale
Of tie Stockbridge milliner-and al
three were silent.
Suddenly the clock struck. with 9
whirring sound, like an asthmatic 10
Cu6ll
ia tLat 4 o'clock said Mrs. Trott
still puz2linr over the blocks Of Turkey
red.
.That'st o'clock. J." said MIR. Trott, look
ing into the boiling silvcry mass owe.
the stove.
I'VE shall have tolight q candle soon,
said Mrs. Trott. For she had never see'
that modern nboniinatiou. a gaslight
and made it her boast that no drop @
kerosene had ever crossed rer threshold
She burned symmetrical white candle
Of her own running, In old fashione
brass candlesticks with shutters and e
tinguishers to match. Il wonder whel
Isaiah IS? We need new logs FOR the 81
sing room fire tonight. Squire Draper
son told me he should drop in, in
friendly way"
Pretty Deborah frowncd overt the bunc
OF rosebuds; she WIS adimpled. blue &c
girl, quite uuaccustOlncd 70 The busine
Of frownine. SO thai il was rather .
effort for her 70 contract her oroni
brown brows.
'.lsaiah. slowly repeated Mr.. Trot
still intent on the Kettle. why, Is
sent Isaiah over to Marshall Hills vii
that City dollar bill!"
Mrs. Trott dropped her epectacles.
"Thomas Trott! You haint, never
cried she.
"Yes, l have" said Thomas Troi
why shouldn't II Whitefoot IS lam
and I've no notion Of walking over
Hills with nv rheumaticky old bone
And the interest on my noJe is due
day. so I just gave it to Isaiah, and to
him 10 step lively and get back befo
dusk
Mrs. Trott drew an ostentatiously 10
sigh
Then YOU may be very sure OF g
thing. Trott, said she. You'll never
neither Isaiah nor that fifty dollar
again"
''Nhy notY said her spouse, starini
Because Isaiah belongs to a 81
race, and because all our n%eighbors
vised US not 10 take him in when we.di
Hes worked just &c well as If TIA
wasn't gypsy blood in him, hasn't !
demanded the farmer, sternly.
Il don't say but what he has
n.itted Mrs. Trott. Il only know t
what's bred in the bone won't scrub
Of the lcsh. and it II he just Ike Gy
Isaiah to cut and run with that fifty
lar bill. And you're a bigger fool uha
took you for, TO trust a wild fellow
that with solid money
But here pretty Deborah rose, hns
and painting, from her chair.
Mother ihe cried, her blue eye.
aAamu. lyon shall not talk so! lsaia
rs true and good and noble asst the bI
Of kings ran in his veins.
..Hoity-toityi' cried Mrs. Trott
amazement. 'And what is Isaiah BIZ
burn 10 your
Just this" said Deborah; that
engaged 10 him."
Engaged to--marrv himf
''Yes-to marry him"
''Debby,1 said Mrs. Tro.t, care
crazy?
II love him. mother bebby sir
made response. '-And he loves me-
,ye arc 70 be married rs soon as he
iaid up a little money TO rent faru
his own"
Indeed. said Mrs. Trott, frow.
darkly. And your parents consc
suppose. is a matter Of no conse4u
hateverT'
ave thought, mother, said DE
with downcast eyes, THAT you W
offer no objection to what would A
me 80 very. very happy"
'.Psshaps. rigidly addel Mrs. 4
..youA don't know that Orlando DraI
copljng f0-pight with the especialt
zion Of making an offer Of maria
yoc-sguire DrepeTs son. with q
brick house and q bank account az s
bridsey'
Then he may GO away again.
Dolby, rcsolutely. For never, !
win marry anyone but Isaiah B
burnt!
"A stray gypsy lad, brought up Il
goods, with EObody kaows Wit g