Morning journal and courier., 1894-04-07
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looking their childish sympathy from their big and wondering eyes, and the old tink- CTS hand more than once rested lovingly upon some tiny, frowry head with -psttines and caressings, as he remembered the hours when he had been their joyous buf- foon and playmate guide.
 While the preparations were going on the chief called Bob sside and counted out some coin. A portion was In yellow pieces, but the most was In silver. Sepa- rating the money into equal parts, he gave one share to the tinker and put the other into leather wallet. remarking:
 "This is for Oetts, Bob. She'll git 1t all at her wedding"
 "We'sn she's married she'll git fur more than thatw Bob answered with flashing eyes. ---
 The chief gave him puzzled look; but left him and soon returned with . quanti- ty of food and an old shoe filled with rice. He gave. the tinker the food and stood holding the shoe In his hand ss be watched the men at their work.
 The old donkey had besn hsrnessed and hitched to Its cart. The tent had been taken down, carefully folded and Bob's bedding put in with 1t In the riokety vshi- cle-1-A ernoked .iron-ksttle ktick, most prizsd O. all 8 genuine gipsy's possessionr, and some pots and kettles followed. Then the little forge and the tinker'e wheel were put In place and were we'll secured with ropes.
 This done, Bob Stanley took his donkey by the bridle bit and started to leave the camp. He came back quickly and impul- sivsly, gathered few gipsy children in his arms, one by one, hugged them to his shaggy old breast and kissed them tender ly. Then he passed from man to man, Inc -k his donkey's head sgsin, but turned be- fore he hsd reached 1t, and after a big gulp as If to conquer his emotion, said feelingly to the silent, tawny throngi
 Lads an men, all; never done one O ye wrong, beknownst, not one. If ye e'er had likin' fur op Bob Stanley, an 1t bides WI ye little wen I'm gone, jees- jess make 1t ss easy an comftable ss ye kin fur Cetts, back thar vi tn wimmen folk. An that's all Hive got t ask O iy- in creetur on yearth!"
 The good-byes were snbdued which fol. lowed him, for Chief Reynolds walked be- side him down the dusty road.
 They trudged along In silence for mile or more, when the tinker's companion stopped and spoke:
 break camp at noon fur th' White Noun tsins fur tn summer. Keep straight op, yersel', towards Portland"
 They were standing midway between the hamlets of Dipgley's and Raymond on the old coach road, leading past the TO- mantle lake Sebsgo over the New Hsmp- shire mountains to the Canadian border.
 "Hit's like putin away my own broth CT, Bob: but ye knows bein' true gipsy is Twin up to gipsy lava"
 Bere 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 ressntully and looked Chief Key holds squarely In the face.
 bein' beast enough t stan by an see Q gal's heart breakin', like Cetta's, without TAis- in' hand, then HI prsys every drop O blood in my body this minute turns Cor. gio, an stays s!ch t tn end O my nAt'rAl lifel"
 He raised his hand as If taking oath while saying this, and without further word the men parted, each going his diff ferent way.
 Gipsy though he was, tinker Bob could not but realizs the tremendous change that 6 few hours had wrought in his affsirs. Merry hearted, kind and true, life had previously brought the Romany wanderer few stormy days or sceres. He WAS now an. outcast of outcasttI The sky above him was as full as ever of sunshine; 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 brest were HOW rsyless, irresponsive and still. The world had suddenly grown voiceless and dark about him; and he trudged along over hill and through valley, beneath the whispering pines, with but the one piteous cry from his heart insudi ply breaking upon his set and quiverlps lips. of,
 "oh, Cstta-darter Ce,tai 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 tavern where Hawthorn, when 6 joyous country lad, daily lounged and waited for the com. ing of the mail coach from old Portland by the sea.
 Still dszsd and spiriiless. Bob came with donkey and cart beneath the shadows oi the gsbled inn aud sank down upon the ground to think a while and rest. The tinker dozsd for a little and his donkey nibbled at the grAss bsside him; but th, gipsy was soon awakened by voices from the psrlor window of the in above hi, head. He could also hear Leroy, the sts ble boy of the Raymond tavern, chatter ing In stable boy fashion to horses stand ing by the inn porch, just around the COT ner, with the stamping of the horses fee and the jingling of their harness, as tn, animals fretted impatiently for the stsbl' or the road.
 of you're quite sure it's Reynolds bsnt of gipsies. Mrs. Smith, said one of th, voices snxlously, "I may wish to remain here at your fine old tavern for severa dsya."
 "welI, NIT. Northup," replied a blant | old lady, Ca body can't be sure of eppy thing these days, and gipsies in partic'lsr My, but ain't they passel of vsgabond though"
 "Not all, Mrs. Smith; not all. Ther are two gipsies in that band as true an right as any Christian folk ever born an bred"
 "My. Hope you ain't sot on them pesk | gipsy gslsf' returned Mrs. Smith, polithin and readjusting her spectscles with kind ling interest.
 Fonly one of theml" was the lAughin reply: | "Should think the likes O you coul find 6 sweetheart round BostiDg CT Ne' York. I've heerd there's thousands jus perishin' for men. You must be elea gone erszyI"
 saNot thousands, Mrs. Smith; hundred of thousands. But numbers don't maf love. Besides, no man Is crazy vh knows what be wants in this world, an then never turns to the right or the lei until he gets it."
 "Thst lasts jest exactly what my ma said when be was courtin' me forty yes sgol" promptly returned the good land lady with . reminiscentiAl sigh.
 "Have you tsen the bands tinker witi in c few dsysi They call him 'tinks
 Bob.'"
 "Gusss he's the old man that done or
 msndin' Must allow he done it better
 them Portland timers Mighty cheal
 too; though me and Mrs. Nason-she
 the housekeeper, Mn Mason is-ksl
 our eyes mighty close on him. Thr'
 days sgo that was"
 'aDid he sing and whistle all sorts {
 tunes in time with his workf'
 "Should think sol Couldn't ait no re
 from it. You'd thought banda come
 Raymond.
 That's Bob Stanley, surei"
 "SureI" said a husky, trembling vol
 from e frowsy, gipsy head, which at thl
 moment appeared before the astound, couple at tke Httls parlor window. "Sur
 But, Master Ted Northus, ee's the miser { blest and forlornest gipsy tinker as hey
 trod road, Lordi But it's life t look ( |. ye again, Ted EorthupI" The latter sprspg to the window, pull ] the tinker bodily into the room, rushl him back and forth joyously e the di , traught landlady followed the pair to . nr- rF.A -rupr,,