CanÌƒon City record. [volume] (CanÌƒon City, Colo.) 1883-192?, 1903-01-08

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truth of l-ree gs-unrz aud enable him
TO guard against any possible contin-
Eency He was thinking OF seeking
more direct intelligence from SOME ma
tive OF Easan when his attention was
diverted
Among the passengers who were
leaving f'fa Caucasus Michael recog-
nizcd gbe troop Of gypsies who the
day before lad appeared In the NijnI
Novgorod fair. There on the deck Of
the steamboat were the old Bohemian
and the woman who had played the
spy ON him With them and no doubt
under their direction landed aboIi
twenty dancers and singers from If
teen TO twenty years Of age. wrapped
in old clolks. which covered their span
gled dresses. These dresses. just then
glnncinG in the first rays Of the sun. re-
minded Michael OF the curious appear
ance which he had observed during the
night 1t must have been the glitter
OF those spanEles In the bright flames
issuing suddenly from the steamboats,
funnel which had attracted his atten-
tlon.
"Evldently." said Michael TO himself.
''thiS troop Of Zingari after remain
ing below all day. crouched under the
forecastle during the night. Were these
cypSics trying TO show themselves ns
little as possible? Such is not accord
ing to the usual custom Of their race
Michael Strogon no longer doubted
that the expressions he had heard
which so clearly referred TO him had
proceeded from this tawny group and
had been exchanged between the old
gypsy and the woman named SanCarre-
Michael lnvolunrarily moved toward
the gangway as the Bohemian troop
was leaving the steamboat. not TO re
turn TO 1t again.
The old Bohemian was there in
humble attitude. little conformable
with the effroutery natural TO his race.
One would have said that he was en-
deavoring rather to avoid attention
than TO attract Il. His battered hat.
Drowned by the suns OF every CLINE.
was pulled forward over his wrinkled
face. His arched back was bent under
an old cloak. wrapped closely round
him notwithstanding the heat. 1t would
have been difficult in this miserable
dress TO judge OF either his size or face
Near him was the gypsy Sangarre. n
woman about thirty years old. She
was tall and well made. with olive
complexion, magnificent eyes and gold
en- hair. and carried herself to perrec.
ton.
Sangarre was regarding him with a
peculiar gaze. as IL she wished to Fix
his features lndelibly in her memory.
IL was but for a few moments whcn
Sangarre herself followed the old man
and his troop. who had already left the
vessel
That's a bold gypsy" said Michael
TO himself Could she have recognized
me as the man whom she saw at Mini
NovgorodI These confounded Zlngar,s
have the eyes OF cat! They can see
in the dark, and that woman there
might well know
Michael Strogoif was on the point OF
following Sangarre aud the gypsy band.
but he stopped.
"No." thought he; mo unguarded pro-
ceedinrs. II were to stop that old
fortune teller and his companions, my
incognito would run risk of being dis
covered. Besides. now they have land
ed, before they can pass the frontier
shall bc already beyond the Ural.
know that they may take the route
from kasan TO IchIm, but that affords
no resources to travellers, and. besides,
a taran;ass drawn by four good Slbe-
rian horses will always 80 faster than
a gypsy cart"
By this time the old man and San
garrc had disappeared In the crowd.
An hour afterward the bell rang on
board the Caucasus, calling the new
passengers and recalling the former
ones. II was now I o'clock In the
morning, The requisite fuel had been
received on board. and about 10 o'clock
In the morning the young Livonian.
leaving her cabin, appeared on deck.
Michael Strogor went forward and
took her hand.
Look. sister, said he, leading her to
the bows OF the Caucasus.
The view was indeed well worth ex-