The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1901-09-08
The Gypsy SibyL.
By Charles C. Waddle.

n ARTMOUTH had just bought a cot f,
tage by the sea, and had come
down to view his new demesne /
and to decide what changes. and repairs
were necessary. He was more charmed
on the second Inspection Of his posses
sion than he had been the first. 1t was
rambling, picturesque cottage, set in
the midst of a. waste old garden where
the flowers infrinEed on the grass
territory, and the grass crept into the
flowers lien, and beyond lay the sea.
Dartmouth had found a room in the
cottage which was habitable, and
where he intended to pass d night or
two, but the greater part of the day
he decided to spend on the beach.
1t was a SPOT so serene, so remote
from the restless, feverish world, that
it seemed "girt with four walls of
peace" For days the sea had been
painted ocean
Dartmouth sighed with content as he
Stroled through his grasS-grown
paths, but presently he discovered with
a start of surprise that he was no
longer alone. Seated careleSSly on an
old well curb was a strange and pic
turesque figure-a girl, young and 1.-THE
as q boy, with gypsy face and dark
hair. which fell below her waist. About
her head was twisted a yellow hand
bodice, which had faded to dull, soft
tints. completed her costume.
This was a trespasser too fair to be
ignored or summarily evicted, thought
Dartmouth. as he STROBE across the
tangled grass to her. She watched his
approach with no change of expression
on her nonchalant face, except for a
satisfied CLEAN in her dark eyes.
Good morning." said Dartmouth,
genialIy.
/ The girl nodded eraveIy.
/ "a beautiful morning" he continued,
more cordially still.
! She nodded again
This was not making much CONVEX
/ sational progress, but while he cast
( about in his mind for some form of
| speech which would elicit more re
| Spouse. the girl addressed him.
would Mr.. Dartmouth like a gypsy
| girl to read his hand?" she said, with
a strong foreign accent
| Mr.. Dartmouth would like nothing
better" he said, with alacrity. but
| first let me cross your hand with sill
YER" His hand sought his pocket.
1T is not necessary" with slight,
Indifferent gesture. Hold out your
hand, please"
He did so. but she did not take it in
hers; merely bent above it, her long
&SSsesS &SS>sS&SS ~ SsS S2seSS as SOC
sf0oferz she 330es z2eea>sg,
s'The heart rules the head" she said
at fast That viii serve You vel
Sometimes our weaknesses are better
friends to US than our virtues. But
danger threatens you soon-soonel
than you might think"
And is there no way to avert it?'
he asked, lightly.
Perhaps she smiled suddenly, daz
zlingIy upon him and then studied hi;
hand again. 1T will be soon," SIT
murmured to herself, sooner than
| thought Then she looked up at th'
cloudless sky and out over the glass!
sea
"Why-have never seen you before?
he asked. DO you live here in tn
villaze2"
: ~Ah. no: beyond the village VII
: you" with infinite coquetry, come an
see my homer"
NWhen?" asked Dartmouth, eagerly
, "This evening she whispered. Il
9 win storm tonight. but that''-tenderl
{ will not detain you
II would come through the stronges
gale that ever blew" he answered, FER
vently, but it is impossible that it wi
storm tonight. Look at the sky. An
/ now tell me how 1 reach your home
! "Start before nightfall," she an