The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1906-10-04

/ road. EIe had chosen the end q Sep
teEnfer for his vacation 4irendy sum
ner was melloWins into autumn, ths
naples were dipped with yellow, and
In the dark recesses OF the woods su-
mac el0wed with color that was a
most dameIike As he walked on e.
Their hand stretched fields Of alternate
stubbIe and green grass, starred here
and there by patches OF eoidenrod o.
slender purple asters. Fail sounds
were In the air. Late crIckets chirped
Crows cawed across the fences. Bits
Of thIstledOwn noated Iazily In the
morning sunlight Except for occa-
slonal fatmhouses standing by the
way or q passing. team. the road WAS
deserted. and Clayton was musing
pleasantly ON its solitude when an I'M
Respected turn past clump Of trees
brought him upon camp of gypstes.
He went forward with quIekened In
terest
They had pitched their tents In lit
tie hollow through which stream ran
In the background stood a canvas COW
lered wagon and bnlf dozen lean,
tethered horses In the foreground
RmoIdered the ashes Of IRE. Round
this clustered q few half naked chill
dren and some WEiAkled crones with
XIII AAAGAkT
THE men of the camp had evidently
gone foragfng. nor were the women
slow to ttrn3a penny, for. one of them
called out to Clayton that she would
tell his fortune CMyton shook his
head impatientIy and vent on. II he
had It told at all, 1t must be by some
young, black eyed girl, such one as
he saw approaching half a mile be-
yond the camp, tall, 1.-THE creature.
who walked with the grace of those
! accustomed to the open. She wore a
red skirt, q white blouse falling away
from her throat and caught with bit
Of dull yellow that matched her girdle.
One sleeve was torn, and her arm
showed through, dussy and rounded.
Her dark hair was twisted with what
looked to be scarlet beads, but which
upon nearer inspection proved to be
rose fruit strung on grass.
THE princess Of her tribe. "Ethought
Clayton.
She was playing with q curious dag
ger that she held and did not see him
till he accosted her. Then she looked
up. startled.
."Uill yo;s tell my fortune2" he que
rIed. smiling. and held out his hand.
when it has been crossed with sill
YER she answered, her black eyeS
cleaning.
The life. line is deep she went on
quickly. -'You have made your way
so far. for Won are ambitious and
hardworI.inG You do not come from
BrIerIey village nor from the country
round here. You are from the city
You are nearly thirty and unmarried
Do read t1ne?" she asked. with
swift upward glance.
quite true said Clayton amusedly.
NO woman has touched your heart,
but there is one whoisoon viii. .
Dark or fair?'
''Darl1-and very wealthy. You viii
see her this afternoon MT 4 O'clock.
Well. I'm glad I'm wurned," said
Clayton, with a laughs How long
have You been here:" rpOdlIng In the
direction of the camp.
She shrugged her shoulders.
How can / tell? A few days-a
week maybe. we gypsjts do not meas
ure time"
And what IS your name7"
Jan, she answered, turning on her
heel with the indifference of q queen.
Now that she had told'h his fortune she
seemed anxious to be eone.
"a mercenary young wretch, Hike the
rest of them,' muEmuFed Clayton,
looking after her.
That afternoon he strolLe1 toward
the village. The seHson was over, ana
most of the large hotels were closed.
So were the handsome private COTTAGES
save few whose ovners preferred inc
luxury of solitude.
Arden, the summsr home OF Alynrd'
the copper king. was stfn open. Miss
AIyarG. it was snla. caring more for
her stables mud kennels than for So