The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-04-08

frOnted by overwhelming nun bers. which
gypsy instinct and tradition told him
meant far deadlier outcome than ostra-
cism, should he attempt single-handed To
dispute it.
Hi asks your pard'n, chief" said Bob
humbly, but an w'atever does it all
mean"
Jess this. Bob" replied the chief
kindly enough. you hasn't any wife no
| more"
mo, no, nor sighed the poor fellow
with a quaver Of real grief in his tone.
God knows var CeJta's mother Twin, no
sech sorrer as this'd come"
| AN yOu,n continued Reynolds quietly,
| "arn't tn nat'ral carer fur a young gal.
| Mrs. Fall, her aunt. Is. Things has been
goin' on wrong, Bob, fur years. 'Twus
you as brought that writer Teller first T.
camp. Ee ups an falls in love VII Cetta,
an YOU a Romany, stans' by an sees it.
l warned yer long ago, Bob. Yer dead
| wife's sister warned We. Hus all warned
Gotta. Then Gotta, spite o. all ups an
| falls in love wi ee. Yer GOrgio friend,
/ Ted Northup's good nuf in his place; but
his place aren't wi Gipsies, Bob. Wen
Hi forbid i'm tn camp ee KEEP follerin'
! Hus moved camp nigh dozen times, on
| count o. Jest this ere trouble. There's
! been bloodshed already, an your friend
J a most killed-though hus doan't know
who done tan Cetta's been slippin' ont
| o. camp, an leavin' patteraus trails; pre-
| concerted indications TO one following as
! to the direction Gipsy band has taken)
! an SIGH an last night hus found that
writin' nigh Cetta's tent. Now, Bob, hus
doan't want no trouble; but you must take
] yer cart an tent an wheel an go. Be
sides, Cetta's bespoke"
Hi must go2 An'-an' Cetta's bespoke?
! gasped the bewildered tinker implOringly
Yes, Bob; bespoke Jemn
"Jem Boswell!' 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 his trembling finger pointed menac-
! ingly toward swarthy, hulking gypsy,
who skulked grinningly behind. Mot
not that dog, for my poor, poor Cetta!"
| AS Hi was a sayin' hus wants no
| trouble, an We better be a goin', Bob"
returned Reynolds kindly. What hus
! as decided, is Gypsy law, an as good as
| done, ye knows"
Let me see Cetta-jess once, chief"
| begged the tinker. LET me know Wi
my own eyes an ears as Gotta wants t.
! bide9"
There was a whispered consultation be-
! tween the women and the chief, where
upon the former disappeared.
''No arm in that, Bob. Hus can let
you see for YOURSELF" replied the chief
soothingly.
The women shortly returned dragging
: with them half clad Gypsy girl, filling
her ears as they came with the direst
threats and commands.
Still holding her by her arms, thew
brought her between the chief and the
| tinker, but kept her carefully at little
distance from the latter. Her long black
hair fell in unkept ringlets about her
shoulders and shapely neck; her lustrous
black eyes were dimmed with tears, and
her round fine face was ashen from ter
ror and grief.
Bob Stanley's tones were enough to
have melted their unyielding hearts as he
hesitantly began;
"Cetta, child, look up in yer fathers
face"
The girl stole swift glance, but her
eyes instantly fell as the clutching Gypsy
fingers frightened upon her wrists
Gotta, darter, did yer father ever speak
aught but kind an lovin' words t. We in all
yer Twin days."
Never" This with a sob from the
prisoner.
Didn't Bob Stanley nuss We like
baby, an keer fur ye like yer own dead
mother that's gomez
"Oh. yes, yes, yes-alwaysw
Dye know, Gotta, that I'm t. go
1t seemed for a moment that the girl
would break from those who held her,
and. despite them all, leap to her fathers
outstretched arms. But the woman about
her clamored and whispered, and she
dare not move.
Yes, father, I've been told"
AN We still wish T. bido Wi TIL bandl"
ITS best: it's best! Oh, father, it's
best"
An ye're bespoke 7 Jem Boswell, he
as nearly murdered my friend-your
friend, as loves We, Ted Northup2n
She cried out at this as though from
some deadly hurt and would have fallen,
had not the old hays at her side supported
her
As he helplessly looked on her agony
and knew his own, something dimmed his
eyes perhaps the wind tossing his gray
ing locks before them for a moment, so
that he could not see. He turned to his
little hooded tent leaned upon its hickory
bow and sobbed conyulsively. When he
had recovered, Lucetta and the women
were gone. Half bewildered, he gazed
around upon all the dear familiar things
of the roadside camp.
'Hus'll 'elp We Bit" said the chief
compassionately
The old tinker offered his hand to the
chief who took it heartily.
Chief said Bob huskily, "Gipsy law
is Gypsy law. Hill abide it. Hive
nuthin' agin We. But w'enhever hus
meets agin," pointing to Jem Boswell.
who was hastily disappearing among the
trees and wagons, "thar'll be one less
Romany a-travelin' tn summer roadsr'
BE We satisfied o. Cetta2" asked the
chief anXiouslY
'Oh, ave, satisfied; satisfied, but not as
We means i'll"
Under the direction of the chief the
Gypsy men began gathering the tinker's
belongings together They did this
silently but with now and then pitying
look upon their dazed comrade who list
lessly saw what was being done without
| apparent power to hinder or TO aid
Even the chauyies came about him,
! looking their childish sympathy from
! their big and wondering eyes, and the
old tinker hand more than once rested
| lovingly upon some tiny, frowsy head
with pattlngs and caressings, as he re-
membered the hours when he had been
| their Joyous bufoou and playmate guide.
7 While the preparations were going on.
| the chief called Bob aside and counted
| out some coin. A portion was in yellow
| pieces, but the most was in silver. Sep
aratlng the money into equal parts. he
! gave one share to the tinker and put the
| other into leather wallet, remarking;
| This is for Cetta Bob. She'll git it all
at her wedding"
"We'en she's married, she'll Git fur
| more than that" Bob answered with
! flashing eyes
! The chief on We hin, n ,,,,z,lea Ioo1,. ~