Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1906-02-01
Al ROUMANIAN
WEDDING.

I
Cessna was a powerful man
heavy set, with piercing, steel-blue
eyes and heavy mustache. A
rough man WAS Cessna, ever on
his horses back, a rifle across his
lap. and u long knife stuck in his
belt
am an old man and have trav-
eled through many a land and seen
much, but tile like of Cessna RAJ
coare never met. lie was of me
dium height, bony, sun-burncd,
Hooked like the average man, yet
was unlike any of them.
In those days our country suf-
fered many tribulations; Turks
and Greeks devastated our ROu-
manian land, and our people lived
in misery and fear. SOrrowful
times they wereI Cessna seemed
the only human being exempt from
suffering, going and coming with
out a thought of tomorrow. All
fed before the enemy, but not so
did he. Taken prisoner, they put
him in chains these he cast off, rs
by magic, jumped on his horse and
fed. 1t was written in the stars
that none but silver bullet could
ha'm him. No such man lives in
ou' time; those were the good old
days. Iou may have heard Of the
other hero, the son of the Maid
with the Golden Hair? Well, be
stole in Wallacbia, on the other
bank of the Milcar river, while
Cosma plundered in the Muldan.
AT nightfall they would meet and
exchange their booty. No gen
darmes ever caught him, for his
horse was the fleetest of the fleet,
and their bullets whistled power
less about his ears. He lived in
the forests, knew neither pain,
fear nor love. The hour when he
should know the latter was draw
ing near. ilTA IA
At that time the estate of Vul-
turesti belonged to a Greek, Nicola
Near by, at Frasini,
lived the beautiful Roumanian,
the =. widow Sultana. Nicola
vowed she should be his, but all eff
forts seemed futile; neither sooth
nor witchcraft we're power
full enough to help him. Was he
unsightly, misshapen? On the
contrary, he was a proud Greek,
brOwn-eyed, black bearded, tall
and handsome; yet in spite of
these physical attractions she
would none of him.
One day Nicola sat in his room
,ogitating. He was thinking of
the young widow. Why did she re.
Jet his wooing? "a few nights
ago | hired a gypsy, who sang a |
serenade under her win
low, but the house remained dark |
and silent. What must l dO?"
Nicola reflects. 81 am we'll to look |
1t and have a clear mind why then |
does she scorn me? She has no
over, for | have had the house
watched, but no one has been seen
TO enter" Nicola loses his tenn
per- AS he steps into the court
yard he sees groom Currying a
horse, do you call that a we'll
,urried hOrse?" he bellows; and
with that he lashes the fellow with
lis whip. The gardener, whom he
inds resting in the shade, fares no
better.
But what avail venting ones
ury on innocent parties?
He strOlls into the garden and
les down under linden. Sadly, |
autumn winds are signing and
golden leaves, like butterhiesSdut.
err to the grouid. An old man en-
ers by the garden gate.
"Vasili, Vasili. come herew
"What would'st thou, masterW
"Vasili, thou hast ever been
neither the old sOOth I
aver nor the gypsy wench have
cen able to help me; have but {
on to look to. Vasili, the Sui {
ana must be mine"
81 might counsel, but dare not" {
eplied Vasili.
"Here ia a ducat: sDeak.o T