The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-02-04

told again in liquid cadences blended in
note of bird, in whispering breeze, in voice
OF stream; all as never came TO mortal
ears before
Like many a one not of Gypsy blood be-
fore her time and since, she could thus
have ever wandered on. But at last the
highway was reached where the rum
bling of the wagons rolling countryward
and cityward and the laundering of the
FORCES along the Schuylkill, dispelled the
brief enchantment in happy Gypsy sur
prise
As the climbed the little hillock from
the glen to the highway, the imperative
whining and tail-wagging of Boze drew
her eyes to a huddled group of Gipsies at
the wayside copse. They stood there
sheepishly grinning and reckoning to her,
and she went to them wonderingly.
/ Zeph, the chief, taking her arm sooth-
ingly in his own, as the women with Bob
| and Ephe crowded about them and they
/ all moved slowly around the wooded turn
of the road, first spoke.
Illus thought as rou might like little
mukto-tan o. yer own, Bdba;" he said en-
| dearingly.
jess all by yourself wen We cooms an
| goes;'' assuredly added on the women.
''Spick an span, tidy an purity" heart
! lily piped in another dame
| ''Ye gifts tn sun by day an moon by
night. right in yer tent door, mean, yer
/ front winder; jess TIN same as Wi hus on
tn road, mother" cheerily chirped
another.
An brave bit o. grass be i tn yard,
an siller poplar rustles an gills (sings)
agin t'other winder;" Ephe radiantly re-
membered.
But it remained for Bob alone 20 below
the heart challenge rightly.
''Ay, ay, mother dear" he blurted with
something like tears in his kindly eyes,
| tAhltG all less fOr an'-an3 Erica1da
WIN We finds the rackle lassf"
Until this moment Bahia Syria had
| seemed daZed and troubled by the loving
demonstration. Boo had flashed enough
of its 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 Gypsy 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
CHEEKY blaze; hooded tent,
freshly spread with straw
and leaves. fixed open-mouthed
before it a pile of Gipsywrought baskets
tumbled in a corner; a great rocking
CHR between the kettle-stick and the
| tent; and all about the brick floor of the
| qauint little room scattered here and there
were objects of familiarity and affection
at least to Gypsy life and eyes. But the
! tenderest conjuring of all, was those
words of tinker Bob. for they held the
blessed promise clear to all these loving
aids to Baba Sy'ra's quest.
My dearie Dubblesky! (for the dear
| Lords sakep') she exultantly quavered
at last Yes, yes, yes. Jess for me and
! Griselda, wen She comesl"
| Then she fell to kissing all the band,
and rocking herself to and fro in gentle
! delirium of happiness while these incor-
rigible heather of the road luttered
about her, much as men and women of
| the Christian race might do when moved
to laughter and to tears.
A few days later frequenters of one of
! Philadelphia ancient and picturesque
market-houses noticed an odd little old
woman with turbaned white head, crouch
| ing upon the outer pavement among the
sellers of flowers and herbs.
She nodded, smiled and crooned to all
who spoke to her, and to all of kindly
| tone and face who paused to examine or
| buy her dainty baskets for spice and
| thread, her tiny cages or her little
| punches of wild herbs, she would quaver-
| ingly ask, "Have We seen Griselda thu
mornl" Or she would say with a nod of
seeming confidence as though all were
| quite well understood between herself
and tho purchaser, Tell Griselda I'm
waitin' 'ere"
The strappiug, red-faced, huge-framed,
brawling market women about her was at
| first a subject for merry tests. These
not disturbing the piteous, CHEEKY calm of
the strange old face, they fell a wonder
ing and querying who she was and whence
she came. Her only answer was,
Pm Bahia Syria, Griselda's mother.
| Griselda's lost, tn dearie: Ay, ay, these
twenty year; but she'll COON. 1 knows
| she'll coom"
! Then the hard harridans would shout
with laughter, and she would childishly
| laugh with them, until the puzzled market
| women would whisper together and know
| ingly tap their frowsy heads. In time
| they became, in their rough way, very
| gentle to her; called her Basket Bahia, y
| "Gipsy Green's" and "Griselda's Sy'ra.0
which name she loved best, not in re-
| proach or petulence, but because they
must have cant name for all they knew,
and with something now of the moduIa-
| ton of womanly friendliness in their
tones, while. bless the rough hearts
within these brawny framesl they came
to making snug place for the lorn
woman among them, and when the drip
ping fogs Tapped ghostily from the Del
aware, or the storms pelted them under
cover from the street edge, they often sat
close about her and sheltered her as best
they could.
In the meantime Boze, NANCY, gaunt
and grizzled Bole, Jared worse in his ear
4lSI OOllIdCb WIFI Guy he. NOIllng
could persuade him to return from the
cottage to the Wissahickon camp. He
followed Baba Syria gingerly to the
thick of the town and here for time,
true Gypsy that he was, he loitered and
lodged and skulked. Hours after his
mistress was buried from sight among
the busy market throngs, he would APP
pear trembling and painting beside her to
crawl beneath the folds of her shawl or
gown. Then some impatient foot would
find him out, and with piteous, screech-
ing yelp and smothered howl, the terri
fled brute, assailed by humping vegeta-
bles dubbed with carriers slaves or cut
by greengrocer's singing whips would fly
the hated town, crawling into wayside
hedge to lick his hurts and await Bahia
! Sy'ra's coming, when he would joyfully
leap about her all the way to their little
cottage home. But by and by Boze won
his place among the bustling market
/ crowds. Basket Baba's Boze," he was
called at last and his steadfastness and
loyalty to Bahia syria and her quest
brought their reward in toothsome bits of
meant now frequently tossed to his griz-
! zled nav from friendly butchers stalls.
AS the pitiful quest went on, back at
! the cottage and the camp these heather
/ Gypsy lives, untouched by exalted Gentle
I wisdom and untainted by that higher
| clvllization's cunning which so often dex-