Morning journal and courier., 1894-01-13
TALES OF TEN TRAVELLERS.

CoNcLuDED FROM FIRST FACE word,
 'sHungrya"
 "Oh, missufl doant mind a- bein hun gry. But they be chasin' hus away; an' I've gone an got 1ostl" said the hsathen, as if half mind to spring back again into the night and storm.
 "ohol" ej.culated Grandma Hull with . world of conviction in the word. s'I see. You're one O them Ripsies that's been csmpin' in the grovein
 Yes, missus, be-" rejoined the waif; as If realizing that between her own and the Christian race the gulf of hate and distrust lay messureless and impossible. Then the little vagabond burst into tears, which Richard Hull in after years remem- bered made her seem pitiful. engaging and pretty.
 Grsndma Hull, never fussy about her charities, made haste to bolt the kitchen door against the hired men. Then, with Jane and Josh, who were now bustling with the warmth of transmitted hospita- ble influences, the wild thing was placed at the table where, between excited sob pings, she was made to eat hearty meal; everything on Grandma Hulls part the while being done with brusque yet cer- tain touch of appreciation of the girrs im- mediate needs, that had in it genuine hu- manity.
 "Dirtys" asked Grandma Hall when the raven had finished her meal.
 Illus Ripsies is never dtrtyl" said the girl quietly, but with 2 noticeable fire in her eyes.
 while she looked appealingly at Jsne, who in turn looked appealiDgly at Josh, while Josh looked straight at the snow-pelted
 panee; but ell three seemed clearly satis-
 lied that the vagrant must have . sousing
 bath before lying upon Christian bed.
 The girl understood it all instantly, as gipsies always understand. In flash she
 had her splendid tawny bosom barred, and
 then, whisking her sleeves up to her round shoulders, said exoitedly: "See, see!--a clean gipsy!"
 In another instant she was bending down to present the same unanswerable argument as to her shapely legs. Jane put her back against the kitchen door and l again flung her apron over her head; while Josh went to the window and almost curtsined 1t with his hulking form. But Grandma Hull took the waif prisoner, ! marched her into the garret, and slowed her away in 8 cspsoious trundle-bed be- side the roaring chimney, where, nut tering words in an unknown tongue | WulCu buE6ly uolu tQ0 uOQul6LlOn ana accent of prayer, this lost heather sobbed herself to sleep.
 That night eipsy brother, or mayhsp good for nothing lover, had followed the girl through the storm. For mo, l ment perhaps ha had fessted his hungry eyes on the gipsy r.cklie safe within the | farmhouse cheer. Then hs had crept to the barn where, like faithful dog, he had watched and waited until morn. Refusing breakfast, he had taken charge of the girl, and, sitter such grateful looks as had never xlowed upon Maple Hill farmhouse be- fore, they had set out together, hurrying across those bleak New England hills like dark silhouettes against winter sky. As shey disappeared from view, Jane Tooker remarked with all the conscious frmness | of prophecy to her husband, who had lin gered at the kitchen window until the rag ged Ronany Were lost from sight,
 ''Jeshus Tookerl mind my words. Sun thu I'll happen. Grammer Hull I'll hear from thie!"
 And truer words were never spoken than these.