The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1894-09-08

iorebo3ingA Wer6 not wholly those In,
deilnatle touches Of melancholy which
stir the lopRlioas heart In the sAddeninH
autumn d47s. and emerging from our
tSnt plarsod my hand softly on biz
shargy old bead, asking him sympa.
thssieaHy:
'Zeke. tell mo truly what worries you
this morning"
DO looked up In my face for o mo-
msnt with that strange gipsy look
which reads Rlowly but ssarchingly 70
the and. Thea he drew me down be-
side him and returned my question
With another one earnestly:
"Long o'er yer Gorgio ways. did ye
no'er ha' sunlnat as wus III bost part
O. 20, az ye couldn't make less7'
Questions had ever been the other
way between US; but l wonderingIy
nodded my head.
"a tn more ye tried keep it by ye.
tn moro Il crep' away like?"
Again nodded assent
IAN yer lilrin' an cariu' worrltin',
stead O. bringin' 'tother thing closer,
KEEP Sorter odin' III 'tother thing fur an
furder awayf'
.why. yos, Zeke;" ! replied CONCERN
ike thatf'
can 80 jess lost art" he continued
doggedly, "an' tn skies kinder come
down low like an shot ye in a alone by
yersep7"
"well. well. welll'1 could only an.
swor.
"watt till ye gets old, an w'athever
20 as drops bout little by little" no re-
torted grinding one hugo fist into tho
other open palm.
reflected that Gpsy old ago had few
CHEEKY firesides ut which to doze aud
Groom, and found my hand patting his
rough shoulder comfortingly.
"Thar wuz Ephe an Boze-they won't
10 'Meriky, ami never come back.
Thar wuz Gotta an leila. They went
an got book larnin' an married above
us, an they be good as dead. Then.
Betty, oil wife, went wi til fever, an
HI amt boo arr man sinsel"
"But there's your daughter, Sophro-
mia, over yonder, Zeke," I suggested on
couragingly, motioning toward that
lively young GipsS, who. aftor spirited
race and struggle on tho moor With old
Zeke's donkey, was at that very mo-
ment victoriously bringing the stub.
born animal into camp.
"Hits Ter Him losih', an shoe TIL
lastw
closing sophronka. Zeke" OK
claimed incredulously.
"Hit's Phrony, an no hotherw
ITO ono OF the lads in camp, Ecker"
lord. mol Icould put up wi that"
was half in love with tho 1.-the and
lively Glossy lass myself, and the dis
closure gave me more than a vagarous
emotion OF curiosity.
"Who ia the lucky fellow, Ioke?" I
anxiously inquired.
ZEE amt no lucky follow, w'atsum-
dover. ESs a Lunnon wagabone. an
that's wat wor,its me sore."
'Tsn't there any wnyto separate them,
Zeke7"
"No way. thought murdorin' one o
'emw
"well, vol, that's bad Do you
mind my speairtng to Phrony about itT
"Talkin' won't mend Ter. But ye eau
do as We loikes."
think tho wild thing know We were
talking about her, for sho observed US
keenly from time 10 time, while busted
in feeding and harnossing the donkey;
and obeyIng my gesture she was beside
us with a bound, looking sharply from
one to tho other.
I led her into the tent and bade old
Zeke follow, which he did hulklngly
and With plowerinr face.
"Phrony," began, not knowing Just
which tack TO follow. I've known you
and Yoke long. long time."
$50 you ms, SIR"
"sincc you were tiny, little chauvIe,
Phrony."
"Down at 'op.pictin' in Kent" aho
added quietly.
"YOur mother was alive then,
phrony%
"Ay, ay, 80 she wus, sure"
"You must miss her dreadfully at
times? She was strong, brave woman,
Phrony."
most!"
The soddonness Of tho little heathen
p!qued mo. Tinker Zeke felt II. too. for
he groaned and shook his head.
"Your father IL getting old, Phrony?"
CAV, too old fur tn drom (road)."
"Aud you will wan. husband OF
your own-tour or Ave yoars from now.
phronyT
She gave US both q startled look aud
attempted to leave tho tent. held her
back gently and came straight to the
unpleasant subject
won't you wait until you can get
fuo, bravo Romany lad, Phrony; one
shat'll treat you as you deserve and DO
some comfort TO poor old Zcke?"
'IIrs tired O. dickerin' and dukker!n'
on TIL roadp
she said this sullenly and the old
Gypsy groaued again.
'You wouldn't be happy in London.
Phrony."
"wouldn't Iii, thought"
Hero her Dyes flashed at the bright
pictures hor strange fancy painted Of
life in great city.
"Your heart would Pine for the free.
dom OF tho tent and road"
Hits piuin't to git FREQ o II now;
that's wat II isp said tho obdurato lit
Ito hoathen with toss Of hor pretty
head.
"But what will Zeke do alone, with
out daughter or vito to icttlo him up?"
persisted, attempting to reach some
chord Of tillal feeling and compassion.
"Hps told lin, many time an ott;"
she replied stoutly.
"sho'd 'avH mo arm wat Iii call
regular 'ard.pennY, smotherin' In Lun-
non atreets" interrupted XskO
vohcmontly. ''lIi'd starve an' choke at