The record-union., 1894-11-17

The dapper little bachelor of that num-
Der, laden with the paraphernalia of ang-
ling, was Just setting out for the railway
station in hanson.
He had anticipated me in the matter of
vacation. 1t was shabby of him,
thought. as glanced up to the gathered
faces IN the opposite windows. But the
words which were exchanged between
himself and the little old lady who was
busily trotting back and forth, had that
positive hurt Of the little, singing, worst
sort in them.
Don't worry about anything, Albert"
pulled the little old lady soothingly.
I'VE can't stand this" with shrug to-
ward our abode, cot course. While you
are away PHI take several runs over to
Chelsea"
"Do, do. These people are insuffera-
ble?' said the dapper little man in the
hanson.
Maybe Ill move and get settled while
you're gone. l can get along with 'em
for little time. Albert. But no Sevens,
Mines and Elevens next time, my dear
son!"
Very wearing, very!" was the sympa-
thetic response. ''Y ou're the dearest,
best mother fellow ever had! Manage
'en little longer, there's dear!"
AS the hansom rolled away the little
old woman gave a snort of defiance at
Nine and Eleven, looked about the court
as if to say to the Inhabitants" Well
soon be going in for going out of heren'
and disappeared blandly behind the door
of No. 7.
Not fifteen minutes later carriage
halted at the door No. 9.
This time tears of humiliation gathered
in Aunt Prue's eyes as she stole mortified
glances at the movements in front of our
nearest and therefore most Objectionable
neighbors.
The bachelor with the oIden, boyish
face, assisted by his little old lady COM
panlon. was directly bundled into the
vehicle. Sundry tiny tin boxes a leather
case. suggestive Of microscope, several
large books filled with huge blotters and
a bundle of curious nets, were soon be-
slowed beside him.
The little old lady then came down close
to the carriage and said feelingly:
brother, L know you dislike 10 leave
me between these Extensively mysterious
people, but don't mind me. While you
are away will see what l can find out
hensington way"
''Or over in quiet old Chelsea, sister,"
Anywhere out of sight of Seven and
Eleven"
'Oh. bother Seven and Eleventh
= wish could" said the little old lady
sadly.
Pm sure they're both professional
people-though probably not of much ac-
count, but it's too bad that here, this
morning OF all mornings. when you are
just starting out upon your vacation, they
should haunt their hansoms and car
riages in our very eyes! Going to move
to Chelsea, too! Ughw concluded Aunt
Prue with shudder and sob!
The little old lady OF No. looked tri-
umphantly into the bow windows OF No.
Z and No. ii. Her manner indicated that
she was announcing to Three Bachelors
Court how soon she would be quite done
with it. Then she disappeared with a
toss OF her head, closing her door with so
decided a bang that Aunt Prue gave an
unhappy little start.
l was then but modest London litera-
tor and gypsy traveller, but l at once sent
our maid servant into Regent street for
the smartest four-wheeler that could be
found. Its driver was to call and wait
until was ready.
How this lighted up my old aunts
face. dear SOUL
We were long, long time packing nv
little portmanteau. Through numberless
forgivable ruses my aunt got me back
into the kouse again and again, and at the
last moment, bending affectionateIy over
me in the carriage window and raising
her voice to its most penetrating CONVEX
sational tone, she cried out:
I'VE wouldn't remain here another six
months for all of London, would we Rob-
ert?"
Not for all England" 1 promptly an
swered.
"Kensington and Chelsea aren't much
better, are they, Robert?'
Il should think mott" I insisted con-
temptuously. Try Grosvenor Square
or Victoria Park, Aunt Prue. Either
would be about the thing after-well,
after Seven, Nine and Eleven, Aunt
Prue! Good byn'
L shall never forget the look of graft
tude and pride which came into her face
as the respective doors OF Seven and Nine
shut with a spiteful click, and / rode all
the way from Euston Station to Winder-
mere, third class, to recoup my vacation
savings for the sad extravaganza OF that
carriage, in positive thankfulness and
good cheer for the lightened heart that it
had lett behind.
All this is neither tragic nor dramatic,
as becomes thrilling story, but it has a
direct bearing on how Thr Bachelors
Court exchanged its interesting appella-
ton for the still more characterize title
-Four Gypsies Row."
1t was pleasant reunion, that one given
me with gypsy friends from the accident
of crossing Furness Fells and stumbling
upon their picturesque camp at the edge
OF Dale Park, near ancient blossom hid
den Ambleside. 1t was late in the after
iOOhf AIN 4 AOoho OAly tuS OIu iIlSb auo
women, the sentineling gypsy dogs, the
very young gypsy chauvies, or children,
in possession OF the lovely glen which
formed their temporary home.
AS the shadows heightened the camp
began TO stir. The fires which had smol-
dered the day through, were renewed by
the now busting old gypsy women, and
the pots and Kettles sung merrily of good
things to come. Gypsy mon and women
began coming into camp from all direc-
tions, and nearly all came singly or in
groups to the tent | had been given, to
emphasize my welcome as their "gorgio
chap (the non-gypsy friend to the gypsy
of olden days and ways.
All, you who hear these words can
never know the thrill that gladstone,
welcoming term has brought to me in all
lands for quarter of a century past
"Gorgio chal!'' "Gorgio chalt'
Those words of gypsy trust and endear-
ment follow me ever out into the outer
world of labor, struggle, endeavor. They
pursue me into the haunts of men where
life RACES and activities roar. They call
from striving and winning, from race
TO place, almost as the sweetest of all
home sounds TO me. They come across
Invisible hills and meadows when the
brain is tired and the pen weary.
"Gorgio chalp' ''Gorgio chaln
These are as the sound of summer mel
odies of singing birds, of falling waters,
when one all but faints in the whitening
ciiy's ways. They call to ME even in
! dreams. would nor resist their spell