Morning journal and courier., 1894-04-07

nature, seemed to nettle and rouse him sorely. With both hands deep in hii trousers pockets, he gave his huge old body 6 sort of shuddsring rub and twist and advanced scowlngly upon the party with,
 ''See here, ladies, HI aren't given t' vio. fence an contention, as ye all knows. But wen ys goes asin my own affairs an my own blood, Hi warns ye hits time to stopl
 The gipsy women were upon their fss'
 "A' HI warns ye hits gipsy blood we're savin';" said Mrs. Boswell threatsntpgly. 'sThar's Zslla Smythe, she went and mar. ried @ Gorgto. Whsr is shsi In her grave, Bob Stanley"
 "An' Feb Johnson, he married Gorgio gal" continued Mrs. Stanley. What's he nowl No count; his brats are neither Gorgio nor gipsy. They're beggars aIll"
 "An' Ellen Wilson, spoke up Mrs. Key holds hotly, while shaking her skinny fist in the tinker's face; 'there's another. Married a strollin' fiddler. He's blind now. She's leadin' him round like e dog, he fddlin' an' she Q beggtn' fur Twin. Hoo, There's enough of this mixin' An here, Bob Stanley, ye1l give OCT yer own blood, the best Romany blood YorkahiIs. t glib-tongued tramp as can make verses an betray us all in tn books an papers. Ha' ye got no pride left"
 Bob Stanley looked ct the women, glanced hastily over the pleasant camp, noticed that the chauvies were creeping towards his tent with childish curiosity and alarm in their sunny faces, saw that gipsy men were gathered in excited groups among the wagons, tents and tethered sni- msls, and felt for the first time in all his gipsy life that crushing sense of utter l11a Nnh frnn1 aat tarr, and hate, however humble and obscure may be their victim.
 "Whar's Cettsi Bring her an hus'l go;" he at last said sadly. "Thar's many roads, an room enough fur all. HI doan't want bad blood vii them that's been my own, life long,"
 "Lueefta'n not go vii ye, Bob Stanleyln almost shrieked the Fall woman to the tinker.
 "Lucetta's my darter. Mistress Fall She'll not bide vii other."
 "Shs's my dead sisters child, an warn ye she'll bide t' tn end O her days vi her own blood, Bob Stanley"
 "Cetta-Cetta!p shouted the tinker sternly. "Ere quick an wi yer own tongue say whether yell go or bide."
 There was no response to his outory save the tsunts of the women before him. He started towards the tent where she slept at night with the other women; but 6 score of gipsy men instantly confronted him.
 "Not so fast, Bob; not co fast" said Chief Reynolds, who wss at their head. "Go ye back to yer tent"
 No gipsy ever dlsobeys the leader of 6 band In the most trifing particular; and Bob was at bay, his. daughter restrained in her tent and himself confronted by -ba1r, hara r-h rrfr. H, stinct and tradition told him meant far desdlier outcome than ostraoism should he attempt single handed to dispute 1t.
 ''Hi asks per pard'n, Chief" said Bob humbly, "but an w'atever does 1t all meant"
 "Jess tbis, Bob," replied the chief kind ly enough. "You hssn't any wife no more"
 "No, no, mol" sighed the poor fellow with a qusver of real grief In his tone. "God knows war Cetta's mother livin' no sech sorrer as this d comet"
 "An' you," continued Reynolds quietly, ''sren't tn natral carer fur e young gal. Mrs. Fall, her aunt, Is. Things has been you as brought that writer feller first t camp. Ee ups an falls in love WI Cetta, an you, Romany, stan's by an sees 1t. l warned ye long ago, Bob. Yer dead wife's sister warned ye. Illus all warned Cetts. Then Cetts, spite O all, ups an falls in love wi ee. Yer Gorgio friend Ted Northup's, good huff in his place; but his place aren't WI gipsies, Bob. Wen HI forbid i'm tn camp ee kep' follerin'. Illus moved camp nigh c dozen times on 'coun, O jess this 'ere trouble. There's been bloodshed already, an your friend almost killed-though hus doan't know who done it-sn' Cetts's been slippin' out O camp an leavin' pstterans (trails; preconcerted rection gipsy band has tskep) an sich an last night bus found that vritin nigh Cetta's tent. Now, Bob, hus doan't wan, no trouble; but you must take yer cart an tent an wheel an go. Besides, Cetta's be- spoke"
 "Hi must got An'-Cetta's bespokef' gssped the bswildered tinker imploringly. "Yes, Bob; bespoke to Jem."
 "Jem Boswelli" The old fellow stood there the embodiment of scornful hate He leaned far forward as though he would spring through the group of men, and hi' trembling finger pointed menacipgly so ward a swsr.hy, hulking sip.y, whe skulked grinningly behind. 'Not-no that dog for my poor, poor Cettsl"
 GAS HI was a ssyin', hus wants no trou | MI lc UcttcE US h kOlu DOps Ec turned Reynolds kindly. "What bus "a, decided is gipsy law, an ss good as done ye knows."
 ''Lst me see Cetts-jsss once, Chief begged the tinker. Let me know wi' m, own eyes an ears as Cetts wants t bidel
 There was 6 whispered consultation be tween the women and the chief, where upon the former disappeared.
 "No 'srm In that, Bob. Illus can let 70, zee for yourself" replied the chief sooth ingly.
 The women shortly returned, drsggtn with them a half clad gipsy girl, fllin her ears as they came with the aires threats and commands.
 Still holding her by her arms, ..the brought her between the chief and th tinker, but kept her carefully at littl distance from the latter. Her long blsc hair fell in unkempt ringlets about he shoulders and shapely neck; ber lustrou black eyes were dimmed with tears, an her round, fine face was ashen from tsrro and grief.
 Bob Stsnley's tones were enough to hay melted their unyieldipg hearts as he hes tsntly began:
 "Cstta, child, look up in yer father face"
 The girl stole a swift glance, but he eyes instantly fell ss the clutchiug gips fingers frightened upon her wrists.
 "Cetts, dsrter, did yer father ever spea aught but kind an' lovln' words ye in . yer Twin dsysf'
 "Neverl" This with a sob from th prisoner.
 "Didn't Bob Stanley nuss ys like ba, by, an keer fur ye like yer own des mother that's gonep
 "Oh, yes, yes, yes-alwsys"
 Dye know, Cetta, that I'm t g awsyi'
 It seemed for a moment that the gi would break from those who held he and, despite them all, leap to her father outstretched arms. But the women abo, not move.
 "Yes, father, I've been told"
 "An' ye still wish t bide vi th' band
 'Ifs best; it's besti Oh, father, it bestp"
 "An' ye're bespoke t Jsm Boswell, as nearly murdered my friend-yol friend, as loves ye, Ted Northupf'
 She cried out at this as though fro some deadly hurt, and would have falls had not the old hsgs at her side support, her.
 As he helplsssly looked on her agor and knew his own something dimmsd b eyes, perhaps the wind tossing his grayiI locks before them for c moment, SO tn he could not see. He turned to his Hit hooded tent, leaned upon Its hickory bo and eobbed convulsively. When he hI recovered Lacetts and the women ws gone. Half bewildsred, he asssd sroul : upon all the dear and familiar things the roadside camp. : "Husll 'slp ys 6 pii;" said the ohi compsssionstely.
 - The old tinker offered his hand to t