Morning journal and courier., 1894-02-03
TALES OF TRN TRAVELLERS. TcoNcLuDED FROM FIRST PAGE

CONCLUDED FROM FIRST PAGE limb above her head; the little ssground- hacklep chattering welcome as It leaped across her path like . beribb. ned pfgmy knight; and the solemn-f -faced rabbit wait ! ing upon his launches in 1udicrous dece- rum as she passed. E And how her old d-youDg heart thrilled at all the birds she loved and knew; the sand | piper, the heron, the black bird, the rob in, the thrush, the peewee, the lark, the red bird, the song sparrow, the thistle finch, the blue- bird and the wood d-pecksr with his oheery, drowsy tattoo; masters without an opus, orcheetras without pipes, singers without % wolas, 1St ,as. .asnsrea s % aere sahickon vale to greet Bsba Sy,rs as she went her way; and touching her dim old conaciousness with such ravishing num- bers upon oboe and flute, piccolo and pips, Tyre and lute, tuned in low and loving key, that the tender companionship she alrsady fslt was told again in liquid cadencss blended in note of bird, in whispering breeze, in voice. of stream; all ae never came to mortal ears beforel
 Like many 8 one not of gipsy blood bs- fore her time and since, she could thus have ever wandered on. But at last the highway was reached where the rambling of the wagons rolling oountryward and cityward and the thunderings of the forges along the schuylkill, dispelled the brief As she climbed the little hilleck from the glen to the highway, the imperative whining and tail wagging of Bezs drew her eyes to huddled group of gipsies at the wsyside copse. They stood there sheepishly grinning and beckoning to her, and she went to them wenderingly. Zeph, the chief, taking her arm soothingly in his own, as the women with Bob and Ephe l crowded about them and they all moved slowly around the wooded turn of tho ! road, first spoke. l "Hus thought as you might like little | mukto tan O yer own, Baba;" he said en- ! dearingly.
 "Jess all by yourself wen ye cooms an goes;" assuringly added one of the wo- men.
 "Spick an span, tidy an purity" heart l fly piped in another dame.
 ''Ye gifts tn sun by day an moon by night, right in yer tent door-I mean, yer front winder; jess tn same as vii bus on tn road, mother" oheerily ohirped an- other.
 ''An' a brave bit O grass be r tn yard. an a sfller poplar rustles an gills (sings) agin t'other winder;" Ephe radisntiy re- membered.
 But 1t remained for Bob alone to below the heart challenge rightly.
 "Ay, av, mother dear" he blurted with something like tears in his kindly eyes, ''hits all jess for you an'-an' Griselda, l wen ye finds the racklie lase''
 Until this moment Baba Sy'ra had seemed dag sd and troubled by the loving demonstration. Bob had flashed enough of it's meaning to her in an instant. They were entering the little roadside cottage now, tiny enough indeed for this one lone life of little needs, but fresh and clean and bright as gipsy hands could make it. | with the dear old kettle-stick of the camp set snugly beside the fireplace, its hanging | pot already singing above a cheery blaze a hooded tent, freshly spread with straw and leaves, fixed opsn-mouthed< before it pile of gipsy-vrought baskets tumbled in corner; great rocking chair between the kettle stick and the tent; and all sbou the brick floor of the quaint little room scattered here and there were objects oi familiarity and affection at least to gipsy life and eyes. But the tenderest copjQ ing of all was those words of tinker Bob for they held the blessed promise clear tt ali these loving aids to Baba Sy'ra's quest
 'My dearie Dutbleskyl (for the deal Lords sake!') she exultantly qusvered a | ih6t. xohs yoo, YoS. O666 1OE u1o Aul | Griselda, wen che oomesl'
 Then she fell to kissing all the band and rocking herself to and fro in gentl delirium of happiness; while these incor rigible hesthen of the road futtered abou
 her, much as men and women of the Chris ) tian rscs might do when moved to laugh ter and to tears.
 A few days later frequenters of one c Philadelpbia's ancisnt and p:ctareequ | market-houses noticed an odd little ol woman with turbaned white head, crouch , l ing upon the outer pavement among tn
 sellers of flowers and herbs.
 She nodded, smiled and crooned to a
 who spoke to her, and to all of kindl | buy her dainty packets for spice an
 thfead. her tiny cages or her little bunchs
 of wild herbs, she would quaveringly asl
 Have ye seen Griselda th' morn9"
 she would gay with nod of seeming col
 fidence as though all were quite well ul
 derstood between herself and the pu chaser, ''Tell Griselda Pm waitin' 'ere'
 To the strappiDg.- red-faced, hug
 framed, brawling market women abo1
 her she was at first a subject for merl
 jssts. These not disturbing the piteou
 eheery calm of the strange old face, the
 fell . wondering and querying who she VI | 0Au WA0AS0 6A0 SoAA0s A0A SAAy oA0 w
 was,
 "rm Baba sy'ra, Gfiselda's mothe . Griselda's lost, tn dearie! Ay, ay, the
 twenty year; but she'll coon. I knov
 she'll coom!"
 Then the hard har1idans would aho1
 with laughter, and she would childish
 laugh with them; until the puzzled ma
 ket women would whisper together ar
 knowingly tap their frowsy heads.
 time they became, in their rough wa
 very gentle to her; called her ''Bask
 Bsby," "Gipsy Greens," and "Griselds ISy'Ia," which name che loved best, n
 in reproach or petulance, but beoau l. they must have a cant name for all tht
 knew, and with something now of u
 modulstion of womanly friendliness
 their tones; while, bless the rough hear
 within these brawny frsmeel they came
 making a snug place for the lorn VI
 man among them, and when the dri
 ping fogs Tapped ghosttily from the Ds
 aware, or the storms pelted them und
 cover from the street-edge, they often 8
 close about her and sheltered her ss be
 they could.
 In the meantime Bozs, mangy, gaul
 and grizzled Boze, fared worse in b earlier contact with city life. Nothir c"uld persuade him to return from the co
 rsge to the Wissahiokon camp. He fo