The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-04-08

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/ turned before he had reached it, and
after big gulD as if TO conquer his emo
ton, said feelingly TO the silent, tawny
| throug:
Lads an men all; ] never done one o.
We wrong, bekncWnst, not one. If We
! e'er had likin' fur OF Bob Stanley. an it
I bides wi We little wen I'm gone, jess
less make it as easy an comftable as We
| kin for Gotta, back thar wi tn wimmin
folk. An that's all HIVE got T. ask O.
! Twin creetur on yearth,"
The goOd-byes were subdued which fol-
lowed him, for chief Reynolds walked
beside him down the dusky road
They trudged along in silence for a mile
or more, when the tinker's companion
stopped and spoke:
Bob, Hi must 90 back now Hrs'u
/ break camp at noon, fur tn White Noun
tains fur tn summer. Keep straight I'd,
! yersel, towards Portland"
They were standing midway between
the hamlets of Dingleys and Raymond on
| the old coach road, leading past the
romantic lake SebagO over the New Hamp-
| shire mountains to the Canadian border
Hits like putin away my own
/ brother, Bob; but We knows bein' true
| Gypsy is Twin up to Gypsy laws"
Here the chief flung the rice from the
/ old shoe over Bob, his donkey and his
| cart for kindly good luck, and tossed
! the shoe into the cart beside the forge
/ and wheel. Bob shook the grains from
/ his clothing resentfully and looked Chief
/ Reynolds squarely in the face.
If bein Gypsy" said he, solemnly, "is
| bein' beast enough t stan by an see a
/ gals heart a-breakin,' like Cetta's, with
/ out rasin' hand, then Hi prays every
| drop o. blood in my body this minute
/ turns Gorgio, an stays SIGH t. tn end o.
| my nat'ral lifew
| He raised his hand as if taking oath
while saying this, and without further
| word the men parted, each going his diff
| ferent way.
Gypsy though he was tinker Bob could
not but realize the tremendous change
! that few hours had wrought in his
! affairs. Merry hearted, kind and true
! life had previously brought the Romany
! wanderer few stormy days or scenes. He
was now an outcast of outcasts! The
| sky above him was as full as ever of sun
! shine: the pine trees beside the roadway
/ still held all their weird and tender
threnodies; the thrill of Joy had not left
the voices of the birds; but all these
| blessed things to the nature-loving
! heart within his shaggy breast were
| now rayless, irresponsible and still
| The world had suddenly grown voice
/ less and dark about him, and he
trudged along over hill and through val
! ley, beneath the whispering pines, with
! but the one piteous cry from his heart,
! inaudibly breaking upon his set and quiv-
ering lips, Of:
oh, Cetta-darter Cetta! Oh, Ted,
my Gorgio friend''
! Not infrequently in this life of ours the
true heart prayer IS speedily and happily
| answered.
At Raymond hamlet is an ancient tav-
ern where Hawthorne, when a joyous
country lad, daily lounged and waited for
! the coming of the mail coach from old
Portland by the sea.
Still dazed and spiritless, Bob came
with donkey and cart beneath the shad-
ows of the gabled inn and sank down
upon the ground to think awhile and rest
The tinker dozed for a little, and his
donkey nibbled at the grass beside him /,
but the gypsy was soon awakened by
voices from the parlor window of the inn
above his head. He could also hear Lee
Roy, the stable-boy of the Raymond tav-
ern, chattering in stable-boy fashion to
horses standing by the inn porch, just
around the corner, with the stamping of
the horses feet and the jingling of their
| harness, as the animals fretted impa-
| tiently for the stable or the road.
IF you're quite sure it's Reynolds band
| of Gipsies, Mrs. Smith, said one of the
voices anXiously, 81 may wish to remain
here at your fine old tavern for several
days"
wen, h4H. NOIInup, replleu a piano
old lady, "a body can't be sure of emmy
thing, these days, and Gipsies in par
| tic'lar. My, but amt they a passed. of
vagabonds, thought"
mot all, Mrs Smith, not all. There
are two Gipsies in that band as true and
right as any Christian folk ever born and
bred"
My! Hope you amt sot on them pesky
Gypsy gals!" returned Mrs. Smith, polish
ing ana readjusting her spectacles with
kindling interest.
Only one of theml" was the laughing
reply
Should think the likes o. you could
find a sweetheart round Boosting err New
York I've heerd there's thousands just
perishin' for men. You must be clean
gone crazy! !"
mot thousands, Mrs. Smith; hundreds
of thousands But numbers don't make
! love. Besides, no man is crazy who knows
what he wants in this world, and then
never turns to the right or the left until
he gets it.
That lasts Jest exactly what my man
said when he was courtin' me, forty year
ago. promptly returned the good land
lady with reminiscential sigh
Have you seen the bands tinker within
few days They call him tinker Bob. 3"
Guess he's the old man that done our
mendin'. Must allow he done it better'n
them Portland timers. Mighty cheap,
/ too; though me and Mrs. Nason-she's
the housekeeper, Mrs. Mason is-kept our
| eyes mighty close on him. Three days
ago, that was"
did he sing and whistle all sorts of
tunes in time with his workl"
| Should think so Couldn't git no rest
| from it. You'd thought a band come to
| Raymond"
That's Bob Stanley, sure!"
! "Sure!" said husky, trembling voice
from frowsy, Gypsy head which
at that moment appeared before the as
! founded couple at the little parlor win
! dow. Surel But. Master Ted Northup,
ee's the miserablest and forlornest Gipsy
! tinker as hever trod road. Lord! But
| its life t look on We again. Ted Northup ="
The latter spraug to the window, pulled
! the tinker bodily into lthe room, rushed
! him back and fourth ioyously as the dis
| traught landladY followed the pair to lay
| the dust with her apron as best as she
| might. The disturbance brought to
! her aid the housekeeper, Mrs Mason,
! who pleasantly ventured the remark
! that something is always happenin'
! at Raymondr' and when the exu0erance
| of the greeting had somewhat worn away,
! Ted Northup with glowing face brought
| forward the Old gypsy, whose uncovered
| head was ducking and bobbing, with.
] Mrs Smith Mrs Smith Hara,s the