The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1920-07-20
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camp" he asked
= ~ nodded CareleSsly down the
q ] road. "They are coming"
she'said.
Here?" he frowned a little. L
was bis own land.
"Always-my people camp here
she said CURLY.
He looked around at the worn
patches OF coarse grass, at the
struggling little paths that had
seemed unaccountable TO him; over
here was a busy stream whose
4ank had been worn down by the
:eet OF yagrant horses.
@Thls is my property" he said
after a while. 81 do not want You
people to camp here, They can 60
into my south field yonder.." He
pointed vaguely beyond the stream
where his farm lay.
She shook her head impadently
"FhiS place is the camp OF my PEG
ple-my father, my grandfather and
away back. The wagons are com
ing now"
Far down the road hung cloud
gray dust that sItted up to the
Tree tops. When the caravan had
entered tde wood and the wheels
creaked along On the dead leaves
Of many seasons, the dust settled
and the gayly painted wagons be-
Se gorgeous chariOts, and tired
M bs were proud chargers com.
ing home, and the fat women loll.
ing In the upper compartments OF
the wagons wore eastern OtaliS
qpes, Derringer's artist eye absorb
ed the riot OF color and he sat
spellbound Until a vagaboIdish lei.
low dropped indoleHly from the
saddle and approached him. The
gypsy was beautiful in q smart way
with laughing bold eyes and black
hair. He tossed eli a ragged kat
and when he SOpke his voice drop,
ped into a professional whine.
"Ihe gentleman buy 4 horse
he was beginning when DelTiRgef
jumped up and waved a dispensing
arm.
Private property. Tou can camp
IN my south field he said grudg,
ingly.
"Ah, meester!" the girls plead.
ing voice was heard. ut is SO not
IN the fields and my peepul poor,'
"VeFy WE'LL" be Said good hu.
moredly, and picking UP his traps
he started down the path toward
his home. The girls voice detain
ed him.
ae peectQr-you did not finish
Never miId-I will remembe.
how you looked" Their eyes met
and velvely blush swept her
cheek His hear quiclenet. Il
will come ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS you
will pose again."
1t may be-" she said dreamily,
and as he strobe down the path ne
was haunted BY q certain lit ia her
voice. The last words she had
spoken were as il spoken In IN.
other tongue from the broken "a,
tois OF his first speech with her.
He thought OF her the rest Of the
evening and be dreamed OF her al
night He had determined 10 cast
pride 10 the winds and WOO this 70.
many maid. What a wondrously
beautiful wife she would make! He
could tame his wild bird Of the
woods to his civilized ways. lie
vtsuallzed her-he. hair dressed
In the mode, clothed in amber sat.
n with a scarlet fl0wer-she was
al that his nature CTaved for beau.
y, and the soft goodness OF her
face told the rest! He determined
to cast family tradition to the four
winds after pride-ald so he real.
ly fell asleep at last 10 waken in
the early dawn to the soft Datter
Of rain on the roof and the thought
n the gypSy camp,
10 dressed and breakfasted In
haste; then in rough trampins
clothes be went out Into the rain,
pulling his cloth ha, well over his
eyes-they were TOO betraying-
and he did not want 10 start!e the
girl.
The rain was drumming lightly
on the canvas tent and the gay
wagons. The horses were under
o canvas shelter and the children
-mlraculously Cleal-played quiet
games. Under the largest tent they
were eating-about twenty people
some IN fantastic garb, others
II outing garments.
"Hello" cried a friendly voice,
(which he was startled to find csa!5
from the Swart young gypsy Of
the day before, now clad Ia gray
Hannels and quite immaculate.
eCome In and have a bite! | guess
We bought some Of these eggs
rom your farmer"
4YeS?" stammered Derringer,
feeling foolish under the gaze Of
50 Aauy strange eyes. II wish you
would explain things Last night
! LETT q gypsy camp here-thIs
morning
A chorus Of laughter greeted his
words, Then an older man step.
ped forward and held out his hand.
"My names Judson," ne said.
SHaye some Of the children been
boiling you?"
Il don't know" Derriuger
Shook bis head helplessly, and then
from among the mtrthfll women q
slender figure detached itself and
game to him with outstretchcd
hand. It was Romany Rose-dewy
and wonderful in the morning lisht.
She wore a little serge Erock and
her haid was twisted into q knot.
u must explain" she exclaimed
over her shoulder, and in that en-.
gaging voice that be had learned
to9loVe over night; q began II IN
HrA-Ee are imposteS," she con.
sd we are not gypsies-we
afe only q moving picture company
6Iayilg at gypsies, and your wood
ideal for a location-but the
am hha Etnnned ugn