Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-09-02

dance-a sort of skating step; people
rose; couple after couple took the
floor; and sengoun looked around for
| a partner. He discovered no eligible
partner likely to favor him without
a quarrel with her escort; and he
was debating with Neeland whether
a row would be worth while, when
the gypsy girls sauntered by.
Tzigane can save my life if she will"
And the girls laughed and SEN
goun led one of them out at reck-
less pace
| Neeland, and, seating herself, leaned
on the table watching the whirl on
the floor
Don't you dancer" she asked, with
a sidelong glance out of her splen-
| did black eyes.
Yes; but I'm likely to do most
of my dancing on your pretty feet"
'Merci! In that case 1 prefer p
cigarette"
She selected one from his case,
lighted it, folded her arms on the
table, and continued to gaze at the
dancers.
I'm tired tonight" she remarked
You dance beautifully"
Thank you"
Sengoun, flushed and satisfied
came back with his gypsy partner
when the music ceased.
Nov [ hope we may have some
more singing!'' he exclaimed as they
seated themselves and waiter filled
their great, bubble-shaped glasses.
And he did sing at the top Of his
delightful voice when the balalaikaS
swept out into ringing and famil-
too-laughed and sang, holding the
frosty goblets high in the sparkling
light.
1t was evident to Neeland that the
song was a favorite one with Rus
SLAMS. Sengoun was quite overcome;
they all touched goblets.
"Brava, my little Tziganes!" he
said with happy emotion. my lit
tie conppatriots! Ny little tawny
panthers Of the Caucasus! What do
you call yourselves in this bandbox
of country where two steps back
ward take you across any frontier"
His dancing partner laughed till
her sequins jingled from throat to
They call Il. US Fin and Mini il she
For example" added the other
girl, 1--WE rise from this table and
thank you. There is nothing further.
ez-vous, Prince Erlik?"
Hi! What?" exclaimed sengoun.
I'm known, it appears, even to that
devlish name of mine!'
Everybody laughed.
ly, cts a gipsy's trade to know
everybody and everything. Tiens!"
He slapped a goldpiece on the table,
IA kiss apiece against a LOUIS that
you don't know my comrades name
The girl called Mini laughed:
Were quite willing to kiss you,
Prince Erik, but louis dor is not
copper penny. And your tomrade
is American and his name is
James exclaimed sengoun.
81 said so-Tchames."
What .else?"
Milan"
"Neeland?"
"I said 500
Minis hand and looked at Neeland
with an uncomfortable laugh.
Il ought to know gypsy. but they
always astonish me, these Tziganes.
Tell US some more, Mini" He
beckoned a waiter and pointed indig-
nantly at the empty goblets.
The girls, resting their elbows on
the tables, framed their faces with
Sengoun out of humorous, half-veil-
What do you wish to know,
Prince Erlik?" they, asked mockingly.
Well, for example, is my coun-
"Since the twenty-ffth?"
"Tiens! And old Papa Kaiser and
the Clown Prince Footit-what do
they say to that?"
cit must be stopped"
modelling against the Austrians?
But we are not going to stop, you
know, while Francis Joseph con-
tinues to pull faces at poor old Ser
bian Peter"
Neeland said:
1.-The evening paper has it that
Austria is more reasonable and that
the Serbian affair can be arranged.
There will be no war;" he added
confidently.
There will be war remarked
Mini with shrug of her bare, brown
shoulders over WHICH her hair and
her gilded sequins fell in bright
| mass.
"Why?" asked Neeland, smiling.
'Why? Because, for one thing.
you have brought war into Europe"
Come now! No mystery" said
comrade has brought war into Eu-
| rope, you little fraud"
Mini looked at Nee1and;
"What else except papers was in
the box you lost?" she asked coolly.
Neeland, very red and uncomfort-
| able, gazed back at the girl with
out replying; and she laughed at
him. showing her white teeth.
you brought the Yellow Devil
| into Europe, M'sieu Milan! Erik,
the Yellow emon. When he travels
| there is unrest. Where he rests
| there is war;"
You're very clever" retorted Nee
land, quite out Of countenance.
Eyes, we are" said Fiji, with her
| quick smile. "And who but M'sieu
Milan should admit it?"
Every clever repeated Neeland,
still amazed and profoundly uneasy.
But this Yellow Devil you say 1
brought into Europe must have been
resting in America, then. And, if
| SO, why is there no war there?"
There would have been--with
Mexico. You brought the Yellow
| Demon here, but just in timew
"All right. Grant that, then. But
perhaps. he was a long time rest
| in America. What about that, pretty
gypsy?"
The girl shrugged again:
rs your, memory so poor, M'sieu
| Milan? What has your country done
| but fight since Erik rested among
your people? You fought in Samoa:
IN Hawaii; your warships went to
| Chile, Brazil, to San Domingo; the
| blood of your soldiers and sailors
was shed in Hayti, in Cuba, in the
| Philippines, in China"
Good Lord" exclaimed Neeland
THAT ~irl is dead right"
Sengoun threw back his handsome
mead and laughed without restraint;
and thl gYpsies laughed, too, their
beautiful eyes and teeth flashing
| under their black cascades of un-
pound hair.
"Show me your palms said Mini,
| and drew Sengoun's and Neeland's