Morning journal and courier., 1894-02-03

through some jagged srmor; covert chan nels winding through stolen passages be- meath overhanging lodges, as If the waters huddled together for sedition; feathery cascades where the mists of the clouds are again resolved to mist and swirl into hu- mid, soundlsss feeciness below-each and al, Tn all places, forms, moods, are to this encnanfed stream as If the gentle spirit Of the place, which shall forever soothe and solsce, must reveal itself to the human soul alone In endless and uncessine ex- precision of unobtrusive beauty and sur passing tenderness.
 The gipsies, born nature lovers that they gre, are ever lowering near. It is their Already of delight. The camp fires are seldom dim among the little glens and hol- lows above the Wissahickon gorge, the long, bright summer through. The city and ita dickering are near. The farms and their dukkering are close al hand; and be- eide them Is the melodious stream which for very love they have come to call, in their secret Romany tongue. "futtur-gillie coro." or the dear, sweet sleep song dell.
 On June morning not many years ago, the going of Baba Sy'rs from out wissa. hickon gtrsy camp was so ssd 6 thing to these tswny folk of the tent and the road that all the place was hushed and still.
 Baba Syirs was only feeble old gipsy woman; SO old that her own name of Sy- reirs Stanley had not besn heard in camp for years; 90 old that the gipsy word for great great aunt, and old, old mother babs. had long since eblitersted her owp; SO old that Griselds, her only child that had lived, was born when Bsba Sy'ra was still an aged woman, ss gipsies measure age; 60 old that twenty yesrs had already gone since Griselds, a full grown lass, had left this very camp spot never to return, and the old souls quest began, and all had called her "Bsbs Sy'ra" long before.
 But the oldeu mystic fires had burned with deadly hatred then. Griselda had gone between the csmp-sids and the great city at will. Those who seek the souls of hesthen, if kindred and neighbors be lost, had planted in one gipsy heart the spiritu- al eeeis of endless unrest Griselds had sought her to forsske the tent and tte road; to lead the gorgio (non gipsy) merri- pen or life; to come with her into the peace of Christian paths and ways. The old woman heard her to the end with psnting breast and glittering eyes.
 ''Gol Ye are no chsuvie O mine. The curse O all Romany folk go WI ysl"
 So answered Bsbs Sy'rs, and Gris-lda went away. They burned her little cloth- ing and gewgsws, as gtpsies at burisls do; mourne1 her loss tenderly for Baba Sy'rs's sake, ss for one dead; and for 6 time her name was said no more.
 The gipsy mother heart throbs like them all; and soon old Rsbs Sy'rs fingered by coming and going gipay bands, scsn- ming their membere' faces with almost gossip of the road with never ssted hun ger; piled all arts of spse-wife craft and cunning on those who idly came; until her lost child's name was ever on her trembling tongue.
 "Tell her, if ye come up wi her," the desolste soul would say with husky voice and averted head, "ss hus doan't claim her in law nor in force; but as hus do yearn srter her by night an by day, by near an by far, an how hus jess wants her homewise an' kindly vii hus as Is her own, jess-jess w'ensohever she hkss"
 For nearly twenty years this piteous withered lips. But now that the band were again at the wissahickon camp, a sudden and great strength of parposs had cone to Bsbs SY'ra. Bob, the grinder, had bsllowingly argued against it. Zspb, the chief, had kindly and firmly dissus- ded. All the raunies and rscklies hsd crowded about her tent. and, womsnlike, bad urged in Sarrulous ana fearful ten- derness the dangers of her quest. Even hook-headed Ephe, Griselds's gip.y lover of old, and true to bis younger day dream through all these years, had said 1t must not be.
 But nothing could dissusde or disheArt- en her. Her tottering limbs seemed to have regained the strength of youth, and 6 strange light had come Into her p!nched old face that filled the gipsies about her with something akin to awe.
 Long into the previous night the men sat smoking their pipes by the camp fire, consulting hopelsssly.
 "She has ua long to live. Illus might tell her what hus knows" suggested Ephe despairingly.
 then, ssrtin," ssid the chief, slowly shsk- ing his head.
 "Or ne'er spesk to bus sgin. 'Twould be tn killin' O her belikss;" responded Ephe.
 'Hi tells ye," insisted Bob vehemently, 9th bsbs morts 6 bit range I her 'esd) (ths grandmother is a bit wild In her head). o Owsnmdever all believes. HI says ef tn poor body her own foolishment."
 ''She be a rawnikie dicking gueri Ga lad y-like looking womsn). an she'd coon to no harm peerdiein (rosmine) round oP Phtlsdelphy fur Griselds a bit;" suggest ed the chief thonghtfully. "An' husll bide about 'ere till wen (winter). Illus might ait th' little mukto tan Literally box tent; cottsse) by tn bridge fur shef'
 "Psracrow tuul psrscrow tutel q thank you gratefully" exclaimed Ephe, ersspine the chiefs hand warmly. "HPIl go now 'sn dicker for 1t against tn morn."