The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1914-06-12

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teller.
The next afternoon found Rose Cra-
mer and a dozen laughing girls stroll
ing toward the gypsy camp. The four
conspirators fingered behind the group
that surrounded the young teacher.
Many of them were very fond of the
dark eyed little woman, dressed in
black, who brought such wonderful
music out of violin and piano and
whose sweet contralto voice had thrill
ed them with homesick longing in the
twilight.
The gypsy camp looked like a stage
setting There were the half circle of
wagons, the glowing campfire among
the fallen autumn leaves, the pictur-
esque people themselves moving about
with the slow grace of their race or
browsing idly on the grass. The sun
shone warmly over all.
Just as the girls and their teacher
seated themselves about the fire an
other and an unwelcome element was
| unexpected appearance of Professor
Holloway, the German instructor. His
tall. lean figure was almost upon them
before his nearsighted eyes discovered
their identity. Then his face went
scarlet. and he stood there hat in hand,
entirely embarrassed.
Rose Cramer smiled pleasant greet
ing, but Susie Agnew clapped her. fat
hands with almost infantile delight.
"Sit down here, do, dear Professor
Holloway" she chirruped. 1--WE are all
going to have our fortunes told and
you must have yours
'I-er-I was merely strolling through
the camp. Very fascinating, you know
study of the Romany language" he
said haltingly.
do sit down and have your fortune
told!' pleaded Maud Beals.
SO Professor Holloway sat down op-
posite Rose Cramer. and the group fell
into silence while Fanita, one by one,
took the little palms in her own and
read them glibly, promising such fairy
tale fortunes as all schoolgirls love.
"And now, you. Miss Cramer-you
promised" urged Peggy at last.
Rose shrugged her shapely shoulders
and held out her slim white hand to
the gypsy.
Fanita took it in her brown palm
and looked long and deep into Roses
lovely eyes. Then she glanced half
contemptuously at the eager faces of
the schoolgirls, and her eyes dropped
to the rosy palm that lay in her grasp.
Il see much happiness for the pref
ty lady," she began softly.
The girls cast startled glance at
their teachers face. They had never
thought of Miss Cramer as pretty, but
now, with the swift blush on her pale
cheeks. she was more than pretty.
What wonderful eyes she had-blue or
brown or gray?
1.-The pretty lady has Travelled along
a pleasant road droned the gypsy.
THE sun shone every day, but there
came time Of storm and trouble, and
the way led through the darkness Of
death; then music and the sound of
young voices and through it all love
song.
II see two men-One to whom you
are Indifferent. and he is unworthy.
The other loves you, but he is afraid
to tell. The lovelight shines in his
eyes. Silly butterflies flutter about
you. Brush them aside and take your
happiness. see journey. a mar
riage and much happiness in a new
place. 1t is in warm land where the
sun shines and the birds sing all Win
ter. You will be happy"
Fanita dropped Miss Cramers hand
and for the first time smiled.
The girls stirred uneasily. There
seemed to be an undertone of gravity
in Fanita's voice. There was no joke
about this fortune. 1t was not exact
ly as they had planned-to embarrass
Miss Cramer. Rose was still blush
ing, but her long dashed eyes were
studying the campfire.
and now the gentleman's?" asked
Fanita in wheeding tone. Her big
pocket was heavy with silver, and she
was greedy for more. but, above the
greediness, there was a note of eager
had listened to the telling of Roses
fortune with impassive countenance.
Now, at the suggestion that his own
be foretold, he blushed like q school,
boy.
ooh. be a sport" burst out incor
rigible Daisy Nevins, and she only
laughed when Miss Cramer's delicately
penciled eyebrows were lifted in mute
surprise.
Professor Holloway held out his long.
lean hand. and Fanita took it in her
own, studying the strongly marked
lines.
Happiness for the gentleman" said
Fanita softly. His way leads wher-
ever the pretty lady goes. even to
the sunny south. where they will live
in peace and plenty. Butterflies are
about you. too, but brush them aside.
Heed not their silly laughter. Love
and happiness are more important
THANK you" said Professor Hollo-
way gravely as be tucked crisp green