Morning journal and courier., 1894-04-07

It had been scratched hastily in two strokes of some gipsy heel. The head of the cross, the immemorial gipsy patteran- pointed silently but surely in the direction the gipsies had taken. Others were dis covered further along the road. This was enough for the two who hastened across the field to the edge of the nearest lake, They eagerly scanned its shores. On the opposite side of the bank, mere specks, 1t was SO far away, men and boys were seen leading horses to the shore-edgs to drink. Night coming down, these objects were shut from view; but soon, like far, faint yellow stars, lights broke through the dsrkeniDg film. Then the watchers knew they were looking upon the night-fres of e gipsy camp, and that Lucette was still near them among the brown and hooded tents behind the distant shore. That night Bob Stanley, with consum- mate sipsy cunning, crept like fox into the lakeside camp; orouched and listened and learned until all was still, crawled to Lucetta's tent whispering in her startled ear the plan of rescue for the succeeding night, when shs was simply to leave her tent for the lake eide at his signal, the cry of hooting owl; and made his escape
 without awakening the vigilsnt Mrs. Fall, or disturbing those matehlessly alert Rom any sentinels, the voiceless gipsy campside dogs.
 A rescue by tho lake was chosen, as they discovered there was but one craft upon it's entire shores which would float, huge, "dugout' canoe which they secured; thus providing against pursuit by water, and still more dangerous pursuit upon the fleet gipsy horses and their riders by land; and it was early in the evening of the next day when their canoe bumped softly against huge tree which lay prostrate at the lake edge a short distance from the gipsy camp.
 Northup held the craftin readiness while the tinker disappearded in the darkness beyond. The camp was so near that the watcher could hear its laughter, chatter and song, and now and then he caught glimpses of the old gypsy, ey the light of the camp fires, as he crept stealthily from | hiding place to hiding place.
 tinke1's signal was heard. There was 8 moment of ominous silence, when 8 rust- ling and rush was heard alongside above the waiting craft.
 Like 8 whirlwind Bob and Lucetta swept down the bank over the fallen tree, and plunged into the canoe beside him.
 ''Fur tn Lords sake, Master Nor.hupl" gasped Bod Stanley, "ftng Cetts fat in th' bottom. Lay ye flat aside her. Give me tn paddle. They're arter us!' And surely enough they were! They steadied the craft for an instant and Bob, springipg from the log, gave the canoe 8 push which shot 1t far out into the lake, just as Jem Boswell clambered upon the fallen tree and shrieked in the Romany tongue for their return. He saw 1t was too late. He bounded back to the camp which was now in wild confusion. Men, women and children rushed frauticslly along the shore and @ whinnying and scat tering, mingled with oaths and loud hal loas, were heard among the tethered ani msls behind the camp.
 Then came loud splash as Jem Boswell, astride horse without halter or bridle, plunged into the lake in fierce pursuit ;and soon other horses and riders followed him. The lovers lay motionless in the canoe. They could here the snorting of the swim ming horses, the calls of their riders and the encouraging shouts from along the fast recedipg shore. They knew, too, that the heroic efforts of the old tinker were fast exhsusting his splendid strength. They realized with horror that the craft was now violently taoking as if to avoid the plupg. ings of the nearest horse. One of it's hoofs struck the bottom of the canoe, nearly up- setting 1t.
 "stop, Bob stanleyl Stop, CT Hill kill yel"
 The words had scarcely left Jen Bos. wells lips when the old gipsy stood upon his feet in the canoe. The two beneath him heard the whistling whirl of paddle above his head; the crashing sound which followed, and the splashing about of an unauided and riderless horse in the dark waters behind as the poor animal gave piteous and almost human trumpetings of disaster to its following mates 'Thank Godl-They's picked Jem hup, an gone backp were the only words Bob Stanley uttered, as he redoubled his eff forts and finally sent the canoe with 6 quivering bound upon the southern bank of the lake, the shore edge of safety and success.
 Here horses had been tethered. They were mounted with all speed, but not be- fore Bob's sharp ears had detected the sound of clattering hoofs from the noun tain road around the northern circling of the lake.
 But theirs was the advantage of distance and of silence. They gained the Raymond road in few moments. Underneath the sand. In half an hours time the three horses and their riders swept to the old tavern stable, whose huge door was swiftly opened, disclosing the grinning face of the stable boy, Leroy. -
 "Qaick! Out with that lanternl Close and bar the doorl" whispered Northup, as each horse trotted to its stall and each rider slipped from it's back into a manager and crouohed breathlesa in the hay. In . moment more all was still and dark in the little hsmlet, save where white and night capped head protrudsd from an upper window of the Raymond inn. It was out ~SS> akknr%{vo and vO1uhln vv1.Av> . halR dozen gipsy horsemen thundered up to the tavern doors and begged to know if thres riders had passed that way.
 .'You gipsies is too sloW!" said bland female voice from the night esp in the win dow. Thought you was up an comin' sort of folk. Been told SO. Them you're arter-the gal, the tinker and the writer feller-you'n never git. Hyi They Ire half way to Portland by this time. Had plenty time to stop here and git married, too; the gal and the writer feller, mean.
 s'Marriedl" chorused all the discomfited gipeies from below.
 Yes, married. Now, If you'll take my ad dpiaA-nnA huov