Richmond planet. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1883-1938, 1905-07-22

sesgers a young girl was drumming
broken tambourine bedesked with
soiied ribbons. She sat a little apart
from the rest, her head beet over the
instrument. which sobbed and sang
alternately beneath her touch.
A bent. witch-like crone saw the at
teAtive attitude OF the English intruder.
PLAY something gay for the gentle
man, Felice." she whispered.
The girl lifted an oval face OF dark
pssfect'on. swept a laughing glance
from her slumbrous black eyes at the
young man. and the wailing strain
changed to barbarlc song OF adven-
ture and prowess. of beauty and love.
She sang. too. IN a low, subtle voice
with weird notes in Il. The English
man did not understand the words.
but the mystic languag &c OF youth and
hope and waiting love was tantalizing-
ly ineligible
He looked long at the dark. birdike
head. the slim. nervous. brown fingers.
the tawdry gypsy finery and listened to
the velvety contrato voice. He was
drunk with rapture
All, But you 10 not know the lap
guage OF the hills anl the rivers ann
{ the woods. Come wish me aud learn
them. my OWL The smoke OF this
great city stiles me- Its roar makes
me deaf
AT night when you sleep I push
T: aside the curtains that l may see the
moon. and she talks TO me mysterious
~, and think ! am in camp in the
mountain road where l smell the pine
trees and where the falling stream
sings to me. oh. dear one. I must 70
or l die"
George Reynolds listened sadly 20
the words Of his gypsy Wife. He had
married her when they reached New
York. They lived In pretty suburban
| cottage. aud be was engaged in a
small but thriving business In the city.
His dream of wife and home had
been realized. That o: a competency
had almost taken form. The gypsy
girl was affectionate. She was true.
/ but the barbarous Instincts OF her an
I cestors could not be wholly crushed.
Gifts and caresses no longer divert
ed her. She wept on his shoulders
each evening whom he came home. She
craved the wild freedom or her girl
hood life She could not live without u.
You are used to the factory and the
shop and the crowded street" she said.
but they XIII me. must go. but will
not you 90. too. my husband?"
He lifted her arms gently from about
Ills neck and went out into the street
For hours he walked about aim!esslv
He could not restrain her longing for
her old. wandering life. lie might be
cruel jailer. but then she would learn
20 hate him. II would be worse than
death to sec her turn from him In fear.
But the business and the home? All
the Instincts OF his conservative an
cestors In trade rose In rebellion
against giving them up. When he un-
locked the door and stepped into the
little parlor he had not decided.
His wife had thrown herself upon the
sofa In a passion OF tears. Childlikc.
she had cried herself to sleep. She
sighed. and her lips tresablcd as her
sturdy. troubled husband looked down
upon her.
The struggle was over.
lie kissed her forehead.
Il VIII give NJ all for You, Fellce."
he said .. .---a -.
THE gypsy king Is dead" said the
jewellers In South San Francisco TO
each other ana they went 90 the camp
to view The rem1lnS
He lay In colfiu that boxed strange.
~ out OF place In the small tent II
was rs elegant ~ that I'm which the
rich factory owner had been buried the
week before. HIS features were calm
and strong. and his limbs must have
been very powerful IN life. His gray
hair had still some golden threads In
, IL. His skin was as fair as an infants
He Is white man." whispered the
curiosity seekers and stole away to
gossip about IT,
"A small dark woman. pretty still. al
though past her prime. wept broken
heartedly over the coffin. Come AWAY
mother. You must rest" said n tan
young man who stood beside her. HE
has blue eyes" whispered a girl who
was peeplng into the tent. "Whoever
heard OF blue eyed gypsyY'
The funeral service was read next
day by an Episcopal clergyman in
robes George Reynolds was an hon
est man." he said. "a devoted, husband
and father"
1t was true. Was his sacrifice too
great9
Is the motto "AlI for love and the
world wei! lost" more ignob!e than
"All for the world AMI love well lost?..
The dead mans face was very strong
and very pesceful.-St. Louis ReDublic
To Dodge Death.