The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1906-12-06

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"The men OF the camp had evidently
gone foruging, nor were the women
slow to turn n penny, for one OF them
called out TO Clayton that she would
tell his fortune. Clayton shook his
head impatlently and went on II he
had II told at all. II must be by some
young, black eyed girl, such one AZ
he saw approaching half n mile be-
yond the camp, tall, 1.-THE creature,
who walked with the grace OF those
accustomed TO the open. She wore
red skirt, a white blouse falling away
from her throat and caught with Il bit
OF dull yellow that matched her gird1s
One sleeve was torn, and her arw
showed through, dusky and rounded.
Her dark hair was twisted with what
looked TO be scarlet beads, but which
upon nearer inspection proved TO h"
rose fruit strung on grass.
"The princess OF her tribe" thought
Clayton.
She was playing with curious dag
ger that she held and did not see hiI-
till he accosted her Then she looked
up, startled.
"Will you tell my fortuneT he que
ried, smiling, and held out his hand.
"When 1t has been crossed with sil
ver," she answered, her black eyes
cleaning.
"The life line Is deep" she went on
quickly. "You have made your way
80 far, for you are ambitious and
Woodworking. You do not come from
BrIerley village nor from the country
round here. You are from the city.
You are nearly thirty and unmarried
DO read truep she asked, with a
swift upward glance.
"Quite true" said Clayton amusedly.
"No woman has touched your heart,
but there Is one who soon will"
Ozark or fairf
Ozark very wealthy. You Will
see her this afternoon at 4 o'clock"
"Well, Pm glad I'm warned" said
Clayton, with laugh. How long
have you been heref" noddlng In tho
direction Of the camp.
She shrugged her shoulders.
"How can / tell? A few days-n
week maybe. We gypsles do not meas
ure time"
"And what Is your nameT
Jan" she answered, turning on her
heel with the Indifference OF queen.
Now that she had told his fortune she
seemed anxious to be gone.
"A mercenary young wretch, Ike the
rest of them" murmured Clayton,
looking after her.
That afternoon he strolled toward
the village The season was over, and
most Of the large hotels were closed
SO were the handsome private cottages
save II few whose owners preferred the |
luxury OF solitude.
Arden, the summer home OF Alyard, |
the copper king. was stll open, Miss
Alyard, 1t was said, caring more foi |
her stables and kennels than for so
clety.
As clayton passed II. admIring lts
green lnwn and well kept flower beds.
a smart trap came down the driveway.
In II sat girl dressed In white. Clay
ton could not see her face, for she held
a lace parasol to screen her eyes, but
be liked the patriclnn poise Of her head,
AS they ratified past him with a gay
canking Of silver harness the coach
man turned in answer TO some ques
ton
"It's exactly O'Clock. Miss Alyard,"
he said deferentIallt.
Clayton started ana then laughed at
himself for being foolish enough
mind gypsy's prophecy. And yet
the prospect was allurint-s rich wife
and money to pursue bis studies In
Paris untrnmmeled. for. though Clay
toms name was beginning 10 be known
In the world OF architecture, II had
been hard fighting every step OF the
way. Even now he was not free froi
difficulties. and instead Of pul
ting up al the luxurious country ciuD
which was stlll open 10 visitors be
was housed in farm ut the village
outskirts
But, whether the gypsy had read his
fate truly or not, there was something
md mysterious about her
prophecy and next day he went again
10 the camp. Jan was nowhere In
sight IN vain he questioned the old
ing who had Offered 10 tell his fortune
'i,e -" hsfere 81 declared there wa,
70 such psrssa and called on Q
Iwarthy deyil-may care young fellow
who lounged close by 10 confirm her 10
shat she said.
mo" be reiterated. "No Jan h
.ere."
II was useless 10 argue, and Clayton
urned bomewsrd with feeling of dc.
eat. when, psrched on fence near
where he had hrst seen her, be espied
an.
i've been to find you at the camp"
q said. "snd they told me there was
% such person"
''They told you thatT Fhe threw
ack ber head. and her brown throat
hook with laughter.
And there was a young fellow there
gho looked Es II he would like 10 nur.
er me-" II
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