The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1894-01-14

lowerina, brows that told OF Gypsy dread
and hate
As II the old one is ever ready at call.
at this moment a smart open buggy In
which cot two men-one a weakened old
man. with a frowsy white head dropped
almost ont OF sight between thin. peaked
shoulders. the other, a hard-faced. Of
fcious fellow Of perhaps forty. the village
constable-was driven from the highway
into the edge OF the camp. The younger
man bawIed out blusteringly:
Squire Slater here owns this ranch
arter noon to-day. You fellers kin hev
Jess twenty-four hours to mosey outer
thisl Dye hear
IN Jail evry one II they don't. Tell
EN- that left. Tell 'em. too" shrieked the
old wretch with savage gesture Of his
shriyelled hand towards Maple Hill farm
house "that old fool goes, to-. She's run
her rome. Can't git another dollar, can she.
JeM?p
Not n darned red cent. You felers bet
ter hrstle now." And with this the pre-
clous nair drove rapidly away towards
Midtown. the county seat. twelve miles
distant.
There were quick movements about the
camn Int not of preparations for hasty
nleht Low and rapid consultations by
leaders were held. In one group the
clinlxino of gold could be softly heard
The name Of certain Midtown lawyer
was more than once spoken under their
breaths. Three of the best horses were
saddled. and shortly three huge Gipsles,
q ief Stanley, Elias Wharton, whose wife
seemed 20 be earnestly urging him on
and kindly Zeb Boswell, were upon their
backs. skimmng like swallows along the
pleasant highway in the direction the
'Souire and constable had taken. They
soon overlook the conveyance. and as
thev naseeG it, Chief Stanley said almost
alphabetically to the Squire and his COM
panion: ,,
Illus be jess ridin' up to Midtown fur
sumrnat as we needs afore breakin'
camp"
"Ar ,iaht Clip" returned Jeff surlily.
"NIosev long. Quicker We git back an
git ont the betterI' and with a respect
ful mThankee. sirs," from all. the three
increased their speed and had soon placed
miles between themselves and the Aaple
Valley repres antatives Of the Law.
The sun had scarcely turned the shad-
ov,s of the great maple trees from west
tn east across the perturbed camp wheh
two vell-favored men OF perhaps thirty
vears ~ AGE strolled into the little grove,
from the old highway which leaus lIoni
the CITY OF Boston to the grand Ne"
England hills. The face OF one VINO
carried a portfolio was fun OF eager III
terest as he surveyed the picturesque
scene. His companion was a young rev
York author His writings upon the 10
49,, roce we're already making him IA
nous. He had brought his ARTIST ir'eiu'
Toe Roale from Philadelphia, TO TINS OF
of-tba-v-av New England nook TO ASSIST
him in securing additional illustrations loi
bis new volume. with An Ancient
psce For a famous and prosperous
man there was a strange sadness III NE
foce and huskiness in his voice ds liz
cor,,eysed with his artist friend, no"
and tben ueering through the naples 10
u,ords tho gray old farmhouse on tn'
bu or closer still. over upon the huu
died graves beyond the hazei eopsv'
,rhev came along together, me aI.'s
ALREADY impaticnuy fumblins at Ms SKI
| boak. and the author Iatihs llis uy7
| .nat cbauvie or another racklle, upon III
head or nodding Familiarity 10 one OF an
other Of the lads or men, until close 49,
| chief S.anley's tent, when ne selu -
antlv in his own Language 10 lle Blu"
| still ling ring there. -,
els your rom (chieD about 'he Inn
am known to many OF your peoPie az. y,
porgiochal (the nOn-Gipsy 6lpsleS liiv' ~
| have brought friend WIFE me- aVu "
| would like 10 remain hef" h'N'' =.
In tho words of Gipsy welcome that N
| GENTLY came and the scurrying OF pip'
1 Ct 80 40 him honor. IA s-,idtn comm0tio
| was heard within the tent. II was Jan
| Tool,er who first screeched out:
lord | know'd sunthn' d happen!
| ..I,t Ia COL DANCED to all 'tarnity
| piped Josh. NIL, =,
ms himl Mary-Its him'-Dlck! 1
know my boys voice in heavn! shrlehe
| Grandma Hull. staggering from the tei
and DESPERATELY clutchng the stranger,
Observation-Disclosures" gasped Mary hul
Swinging after her mother into the arm
Of Richard HUI, who stood there uea'h
male and speechless as these, 10 nm, al
naritions from the very grave clti
| ccstatically about him.
"Hold the gang right thero.' shout'
Toe Beale working furiously upon II
sketch book. not comprehending the sish
neancc Of the scene, but nlled win
| artistls's enthusiasm. Just mlhu
| more, Great Scott, DICK HUI, II ca
catch that grouping, it'll be worth
thousand dollars"
LEFT i'm in a nti-left i'm in a fit
! NtNeu zen DySNtlif NANtJ N~''-'o :" -
above his shaggy head, as he and n
COMPANIONS dashed into camp and leape
from their painting horses with whool
Of hilarious triumph. Ere, ere, Crane
ma 'I1il, 'Ere's the morgig-clean o
Slater as your poor OF art from meal
ness. Maple MS yourn agin, an III
Gipsies doan't mosey.-'
The sentence was not completed, Il
handsome Helen Wharton, grabbing I'll
ker Zeb. and her grinning husband, VIII
laughing, crying, and gasping out 1T
soldier that saved hus." jerked her rave
head violently i'm explanation and dragg'
the two men to Dick and those wi
bound him in loves embrace, where Il
trio beset him with incoherent thanl
and blessings: Zeb somehow getting on
side the whirlwind Of emotion long enou;
to below, "Everlastin' hammers a
tongs,-but ere is a co.
For its "Chee, chez" when the be
bies GOMEZ
whereupon the wildly jubilant camp, ri
ing fun sway TO the delirious inhuen
Of ballad and victory, sang as morta
never sang before.
And when the stars shone out IN
night upon Maple Valley their gen
rays fell upon happy farmhouse hon
a happy sleeping roadside camps
a peaceful village there below; FOR
hand Of Hate was stilled.
So Near. and Yet So al.
In on tho TON fioor of the Phoenix bul