Morning journal and courier., 1894-06-23
and the injunction. ..Mind your manners,

her orders.
{ The moonlight falling upon the beautiful
zirl showed her standing there with arms
akimbo, intently regarding first the pro-
feasor and then the dog.
lyon bent one o. hus, is yea tateht 1
RomanyT e genuine eipsy) she asked Gu
riously.
t'A-a-what, ma'ama" stammered Pop |
petit, twirling his hat eonfusedly.
IA pilgrima" This rather stolidly from
the girl.
'sYes, lady; II rather think you might |
call us pilgrims-Mose and l."
''Where be your-your friendss"
4s'Well, lady"-the professor was getting
into deep water-'well, Nose, there is my
friend; and I'm Moses friendl"
"Hssn't ye othersa'
'sNo, lady"
- s'Not on yeartha"
"Not on earth"
s'No friends on yearthl-an' you a-mak-
in that 'eavenly musica Wy, an you're
in sorry luck, surei"
''Sorry luck, ladya AL broke upl Eth,
Moses"
Nose admitted 1t as plainly as dog could.
She walked straight to the woebegone
musician, took his ragged hat from his
hand, placed it kindly upon his head, and
said:
"Might-might I beg ye boldly to make
that music sgina"
eyes, yes; thousand times, lady!"
Then the professor put his very soul Into
the work; played the melody from begin
ming to end, never missing note; and
fingered lovingly over the tmprovised re-
frain.
When be had finished he saw that her
hands were clssped tightly across her bo-
som and that she was weeping bitterly.
Loretta, rackliel Oh, Loretta!" called
a rongh, bus kindly voice from just over
the gate. "Oh, Lorettsl Ha' ye ma better
come long WI Lijea Bring the fiddler fell
Ter, If ye likes"
Gay, ay, Ljah Boswell. Tn music was
a-puttin' me back in OF Yorkshire like"
Then turning to Poppett she said: "Come
VII hus"
The girl had been to the stream for
bucket of water. Lijah Boswell took 1t
up, and chatting merrily enough, led the
party over the old road through dense
woods for q short distance, when, on
rounding q heavy clump of oaks, they
came suddenly upon large gypsy camp.
Lijah Boswell, with broad grins and
much gesture, in few Romsny words
told his gypsy companions all he knew of
the wandering musician and his wonder
full dog; and then these simple people
crowded around Pottett in scores, while he
gave them the best melodies his weary
fingers could invoke, urged on by delight
ed applause and grateful incense of steam
ing pots swinging above cracking free;
while Nose, In his happiess vein, did his
finest tricks and passed the hat go wisely
that, amid roars of laughter, 1t was fairly
filled with copper coin.
Then csms smoking hot supper for the
pilgrims from these ever hospitable gipsy
pilgrim bands. How that hungry, foot
sore wanderer ate; and how they both felt
and looked gratitude unuttsrable; brought
both smiles and mists to the eyes of mem
caught stealthy glimpses of their beam
ing faces and then as silently stole away
| to r. DIN their companions and indulge
| In grotesque pastime and hilarious laugh
| ter.
After the professor and Nose had fin
/ ished, nothing would satisfy the gipsies
but more music-music wild and heroic,
mueic registering and bacchanalisp; and
then dance; ay, dance such as they had
| not had since they left old Yorkshirel
| Old and young Joined, and never in all
/ Poppetts theatrical experience, even In
| grandest spectacular, had he seen or I'm.
| agined anything equaliDg the wild sban-
| don of these tswny people, from hag1ish
spse-wife to rosy-faced ohauvie, as they
sped by him in fantastic GROUPINGS, never
desisting until utterly exhausted, long,
long into the hours of the starlit, happy
night.
Then with grinder Lijah and Nose TO,
tent-fellows, the professor gratefully sank
upon a couch of fresh leaves and aromatic
cedar boughs, and endesvored to drive the
face and form of Loretta from his mind
aud collect his scattered senses; but dazsd
ly he saw the faring camp fires grow din
and DINNER, was conscious of the peace
happy spot. and in trice was pilgrim
ing in the land of pleasant dreams.
III.
Loretta, racklie, the songstress of thu
camp, and the professor became insepara
BILE companions upon the road or in camI
with the melodies which somehow grew
more and more tender, they were soor
together the loved minstrels of the band
The passion which had overwhelmed pool
| Poppett since he had first heard thoss
grand Maine woods filled with the echoes
| of Loretta's song had been wordless, but
the old violin had told his love; told II
pleadingly, eloqusntly; and true as truth,
love unspoken by tongue or pen will reach
into the object of its alteration and make
its message known. This dumb idolatry
was pitiful. Its response was plying and
dumb. If there had been no wandering
masters tender prayers In vain.
One evening the two were sitting togeth-
or In camp amuDg the elms of the mys.
far from still more ancient Boston town
the winter was approaching, and the
band was fast jourueyfDg south toward
| winter quarters now-when Loretta
stopped suddenly in her song.
"Poppett, which way is England" she
asked solemnly.
"Over there, Loretta" the professor
replied, pointing with his bow; "to the
eastward, thousands of miles beyond the
Boston lights"
| She laid her fair head in the palms Of
her hands and sat there, silently weav-
ing herself to and fro for a little time.
Perhaps the gypsy girl heard again the
Yorkshire throstles sweetly singing in the
hedge and listened to the murmurs of the
Wharfe as 1t softly flowed to the sea- She
finally turned to the musician and said, as
if her heart could hold IL all no longer:
| "Poppett, I wants to go were there's
books an music an all sech bright thingsl'
| "With me, Lorettsa"
| 1t came in trembling whisper from the
musicians lips. 1t was the most daring
thing the professor had ever said.
"No Poppett; with-with Matthew"
Something came into the professors
eyes which, for moment, shut all the
world out and left everything blank to
him. He had heard the story of Mat
thew from kindly old Lijsh. The violin
moaned a little for its master and Nose
grew restless, but finally the musician
faltered:
'And If Matthew never comesa"
"Then Poppett, with you; sure, surel'
tail never wsgged 60 boisterously before
and If dog ever did such thing, like
the cold man" of the plays, he surely
said:
"God bless you, my children"
commotion at the outskirts of the camp
A party of gypsy friends, who we're to &C
company the band on it's southwark Jour
ney, had arrived. Among the vans was
one of beautiful design and decoration
drawn by q handsome pair CT horses
These are delights to gypsy eyes, and horses
and van were instantly surrounded by gar
rulous men, 30 occupied In their interes
and admiration that its driver for the tins
escaped observation.
The latter, young gypsy of perhaps
twenty years of age, needless of the Gro VIC
about him, sprang from his eeat and dis.
appeared with bound in the direction Of
the tents.
'Is yon ehsl (sipsy fellow one of you,
kin2" asked the leader of the arriving par
| ty of the chief.
mo. brother, not as hus knows.