10 I SEOOWD WEEK ' TH6 r.i ALL Dry Goods, Notions, Ladies' and Suits, Wrappers, Millinery, Wear, Ribbons, Laces, EUTIP, r ffVffTf? A WILD A GYPSY Opie Readi in the When theman rwhom we had olpcted Sheriff came in and otllclally Informed us that we need not pet out another number of our newspaper, we siidly Bhook hands with one another, grabbed nt our Individual belonsinxi and bade farewell to the dinsy old room wherein many a bright and extravagant hope had been hung to gather dust amid the' cobwebs. And soon we were scattered over adversity's landscape, no two of us having the courage to pursue the ame direction. I, cared not whither I went; It was my aim to he aimless. And so I strolled. One afternoon, In the western part of Tennessee, I came upon' a Rig bridge that appeared to hare been carelessly tumbled across a mall stream. The road was grass (rrown; the bridge was covered with morning glory vinos. The seene was (too, romantic to te pastoral. There was not' a house, not a Held, not a meadow within sigltt. But down the stream where the wire grass was thick and where the water oaks cast a broad shad was a gypsy camp. Hunger, the keenest of Bimgostors, advised me to Visit the camp. I did so, and as I drew near I saw several men and women ntandine; about a larjff? box, which Served as a table; and bending over in a poifth-m of agonizing anlxety was a man striving to write on a piece of paper bag. They did not see me until J was close to thers they had paid no attention to the whimsical yelping of a dog. But whew they saw me there was a noattertng about, 'and the writer grabbed his paper and' stood looking at tae almost fiercely. "How far Is it to Bolivar?" I asked, to apologize for my Intrusion. "I don't knw," the writer answered. "How far Is It to the Hatohla river?" In't know." "How far is It to tha railroad? Tie shook his head. "How far Is it to any place?" (He looked at me sharply, and an swered: "It's onljta short distance to any pluoe away fBom here." But 'I was not to be bluffed. I had b n hardened. "What are you trying to do?" I asked. Trying to write a letter to friends In England." "And can't you write It?" "I'm afraid that it's a little more than I oan do. The only one of us that could write died not long ago." . 1et me write for you?" . Again he lacked' at me sharply, not resentfully, however, but iwlth an anxl 0111 questioning. "Can you write?" tae suited. "Yes, for unfortunately I have tried to make writing my business." "fhea you will charge us too much for writing a letter." "1 will not charge you anything. It will be a pleasure." I took from my pocket a large note book and a pencil. They made way for met. end 3 eat down at the box. I aked not fenotiter question, but began to de scribe the scene of their camp. As vividly as could I pictured the laxy stream, the vine-covered bridge, the rugged bluff not far away. I read this to them, and: then asked svhnt they wanted to say to their friends. The wrl!JiK was unquestionably rude, but they sathe "picture, and gleefully they clapfMd their bands. How generous nil audience. How charming a literary circle hungry Imagination, throbbing I'ancy. "Read ltaga-tn," t&ey orled, and when I hud dons so they toM me wnat to say to their if ri ends. When the letter was semptated tbarftouated a- toy on THE GREAT 400 GOODS TOOK BUST BE SOLD WITHIH TWO WEEKS. COME AS EARLY AS POSSIBLE I . Open from 9 A. M. Until 6. P. M. Saturdays Until BERRY SKETCH. Times-Herald. ' their fleetest horse and sent him to the postolfice. I suggested that It might be well for me to go with him, that It would set me quite a distance oa my way, but hereupon spoke up the man who liad striven to write. "No, you stay with us till tomorrow. We will wont you to write "another letter then exactly like the other one." The man with, whom I had transacted my literary business was illam Tleh, the ruler of the tribe. He was a power ful old fellow and It occurred to me that he might be a pretty tough cus tomer In a rough and tumMe light. Sitting just across the Are from me was a girl. Out of the darkness she had coime like an Illuminated shadow. Her t!avk hair was tangled and her face, warm and rich, waa like a wild berry. She laughed, and J sat there wlfh an ear of corn growing cold In my hand. She was stronger than con scienceshe had taken my appetite. She ilooked at me shyly and I wondered If she had heard the rending of the letter. Ham Tlsh spoke to her, called her I.,ees, and rtie called him father. I don't think that I slept very much that night. I lay on a blanket under a bish, lookinr nt the stars, her eyes. Once during the night I thought that I heard lier laugh, but It must have been the rlp-pJing of the creok. Early at morning I saw her go down to the stream to bathe her face. In stinct suggested caution, and I peered out to see If .H-am Tlsh were within sight. He was not, and I went down to the stream. She was wiping her face with a handful of oak leaves. "Won't you talce my handkerchief?" I asked. And then' I remembered that I had none, that I had tied It about the wounded finger of a railway section hand. She wasn't frightened she laughed. "I would rather have leaves," she said. And then she added: "Where OM you come from?" "From nearly all directions." "But don't you dive 1n a house-" "Not now. Once I did, but now I live as you do, under the t rees." "But isn't it nice to live In a house and not have to go away? I have seen places where I would like to live all the time and have chickens and ducks, ami not toave to steal them. Did you ever live that way?" "Yes, UntM I was sick of It." 'iBut you didn't get sick of not having to steal ctriokens and duoks, did you?" "I lived that way until to have stolen anything would have been a relief." 'And1 do you like to steal?" she asked, shooting a glance at me that almost made me dance a jig." "I shouldn't care to steal a chicken," I answered, "but I know of a wild berry that I should like to steal." "'But you don't have to steal any thing that's wild,' 'she replied. Bhe was silent for a moment, and then she asked: "Are you going with us?" A thrill shot through me and made my fingers tingle. "Why do you ask?" was all I could trust myself to say. 'Because father said he wanted you to write more letters. Will you?" "I Will "write 10,000 letters for your father. I would even take off my shirt and cover It with messages for his friends." . I wrote another letter and .Lee c1spe her hands with delight. fti nsn n knv n at aan 4a a Vi nsaa j iiu trivia ix. uvj vt n fc v t-ai 7 asuai office, and this time I did not ask If It might not be well for me to go with Mm. Along toward noon, while I was poklmr about to catch a sight of the girl. Ham Tlsh, came up and asked me J -THE AND 402 BY SOLD LESS If I knew anything about horses. I was forced to acknowledge that I did not, whereupon he remarked: "Then I don't suppose you care to go with us. We are going over here to trade." He had thought to favor me with an entertainment. There may be drearier recitals than the lies told during a horse swatp, but I have never heard them. But even had he promised the keenest excitement I should have declined to go. There was but one thing for me, and that waa to gorge my gaze on that wild .berry. . And where was she? I saw her standing under a tree a short distance down the stream. A num ber of children and smaller girls were playing about her. They had pulled a grape vine from a tree and were jumping it. As I approached Lees turned from the group and began slow, ly to walk toward the creek. I over took her. "How long will they let me stay?" I asked. "Untlt you write enough letter," she answered, laughing. "But do you know how many they want written r "I don't know, but ever so many, I snmiH! tnink." "Don't you want me to write some for you?" "No," she said after a short pause. "I don't know anybody." "But you have friends in England, haven't you?" "No, not now. I had one." "And he died?" I asked. "She died." was her reply. Down the stream we rolled. In the delight of her marvelous beauty I for got that there had even been a civiliza tion. In the shade on a bank of moss we sat. 1 told her stories, nf giants PHYSICAL STRENGTH, cheerful spirits and the ability to fully enjoy life, come only with a healthy ixxiy aim mind, rue young man who suffers from nerv ous debility, impaired mem ory, low spirits, irrita ble temper, find the thousand and one de rangements of mind and body that result from, un natural, pernici ous habits usual ly contracted in youth, through ignorance, is thereby incapac itated to thor oughly enjoy life. 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Thousands have con sulted them by letter and received advice and medicine which have resulted in permanent cuaea. Sufferers from premature old age, or lew of power, will find much, of interest in tht book aijwvo moBtioaofl. w. I'll I k. OF- BANKRUPT -.SAfeE AT- FA1 LACKAWANNA AVENUE, ORDER OF TRUSTEE. THAN 50 Gents' Furnishing Goods, Capes, Jackets, Shirt Waists, Boys' Clothing, Infants' Linen Goods, Handkerchiefs, Etc. and of beautiful women. She was lean Ing back with her eyes half closed, and through her lashes I saw the playing of a tire like the lightning that flashes be hind a summer's frlngy cloud. "Tell me more," she said when I had stopped to gaze In rapturous silence upon her. I would have told her more, but sud denly glancing at the sun. she ex claimed: "We must go. The men will be back soon." I understood her; she was afraid that her father might see her alone with me. And I wondered that she had not a similar fear with regard to her mother, She must have read my thoughts, for Rho ftftlrl! "lnmpr novnr Hnnlria mm I Father does sometimes. One time on the roadside I stopped and talked to a man; I didn't want to stop, but he asked me to wait a moment and I did. for he was a kind man. But father scolded me." "You didn't fall In love with the man, did you?" I eagerly asked. She laughed at me. "I wouldn't know how to do that." she said. "But you could be easily taught I could teach you." She pouted at me and ran back to the camp. That night she sat just across the Are from me. Her father stood near her and talked horse with a young fellow who hung mysteriously about in the shadow. Several times I spoke to the girl, but she simply nodded and smiled at me. iHam Tish began to walk up and down, still talking to the man In the shadow. I leaned over at the fire to rake a coal upon my pipe, and when I looked up, I saw IHam Tlsh pointing toward a tent. The girl got up and slowly walked away. And Ham Tish ceased talking to the man in the shadow. I lay .down under the bush, but I saw no stars, for the sky was black. But 1 heard the rippling of the creek. It was Just daylight, for the newly kindled fires were still red against the shadow that lay along the woods, when iHam Tlsh called me. "I want you to eat with me this morning," he said as I approached. '131 1 down over there," he added, point ing to a dog. I sat down and he con tinued: "Would you like to live with us?" "I should be delighted!" I exclaimed. "But wouldn't you get tired roaming about?" "Never, I should always find it a pleasure." "But would you be willing to come under my authority?" "Yes; I would be willing to sign any sort of agreement." He looked hard at me. "Then you haven't many ties to hold you to the hoiise." "If I had I would break them." He grunted and was silent. While we were eating, a boy led two horses for ward. "I want you to take a ride with me," said Ham Tish. "With your eye for the beautiful I want you to help me select a place for a new camp. I am afraid of malaria here. Will you go with me?" "Most Kladly." "There's your horse." I mounted one horse and Ham Tlsh the other. Just as we were turning away 1 heard a voice, and, looking back, I saw "Lees standing on the steps of a wagon. Ghe stood drawing back a red curtain and the son, Just rising, threw his first rays over her. "Will you be gone long?" she asked. And without waiting for Ham Tlsh to answer I made bold to say: "No, not long." Along the sxass-grown road we pur sued our way In silence. We turned to the left Into the thick wood. An hour passed. "Here is a beautiful place," I said. "Yesi" Ham Tish answered, "out It la malarious." The wood became thicker, wild a an Unexplored forest. "Hera'i wiur we stop." said Ham Tlrt, "Get town." "bui ao you think thatHhle U a good placer "Ye. get down." I dismounted antf (Bwnfllan. rtarfilna- vor, tookrfcold of U1taifrsaad 3) CENTS crossed them over the saddle. He did not get down. "Here's where we part company," he said, pulling the bridle over my horse' head preparing to lead him. "What!" I exclaimed. "Here's where I leave you." The flap of his coat blew aside and I saw the brass handle of a pistol. "But won't you let me go back to the camp and tell the people good-bye?" I pieaaea. "There Is no camp," he replied. "It Is gone. Good-bye." And so he left me alone In the forest. MASTERS OF REPARTEE. Foot .and Book, Englishmen, Who Never Lacked Wit. "Speaking of repartee," said Garret MoKnerney to a San Francteco Call reporter, "there were two treat mas ters of t produced by England. One iwas Samuel (Foot, styled 'the 'English Aristophanes.' and the other waa Theo dore Hook, also a - subject of Great Britain. Foote .waa probably the most sareastac or it he two. "On one occasion while listening to a bad rendition of an old song he asked the elnger why he insisted on singing such music. 'Because It always haunts me,' answered the irellow. '"I anv not surprised at that; you are always murdering It,' replied Foote. "Some young mn 'were annoying Mm one day with an dnferlor brand of Jokes, to m-htch he turned a deaf ear. 'Why, Foote,' eald ones, 'you are flat to day and don't seem to relish a good Joke.' 'You have not tried me yet,' said the wit. "He was never without an answer, andhVs ready tongue made him a neces sity at sixkil functions. While at a gathering one evnlng a prig sold to mm, ".Mr. Ftoote, .what wouw you give to be aa young as I?' W'Hihouit turning his head Foote answered, 'I would be content to be as foolish.' People used to demand an exhibition of his clever ness. A lady once asked him 'to make a pun u&lng as his subject the king. He told her .that the king iwas no sub ject, and she relapsed Into silence. He aleo told an opera elnger iwfho rehearsed for htm that she could make her next appearance when the public bad for gotten hT first. Foote himself seldom smiled at his own jokes, but laughed uproariously at those of otlhcrs. This is a good quality to possess. "Hook waa born a few years after Foote's death, and ha been one of the fsw men able to fill his plaje in the particular vein of humor in which they both excelled. A party of laborers were sinking a well one day .when Hook hap pened ito pass and inquired what they were about 'Boring for water,' was the reply. 'Water is always a bore,' said Hook. Hewssence asked to write something about the death of the king and queen at the Sandwich Islands. His production read aa follow: "Walter, two sandwiches," cried Death, And their wild majesties resigned their breath. "HI short verse .was always pointed and generally Impromptu. Of iLord Brougham he wrote: Brougham on tils tombstone would have writ: "Here lies the enemy of Pitt." And hah the line at least applies, For everyone admits "he lies." "A man named Hatchet Invfted him to dinner' one day and prefaced his Invitation iwttb the statement that he would not, perhaps, be aUe to set up ucOi a sumptuous meal aa Tom Moore had offered Hook the day before, to which Hook replied that bo expected nothing from a Hatchet but a chop. He waa walking with a friend n the day when Warren' black Ins; was ad vertised all over tike fences. In otio place the announoemnt ohJy ran, 'Try Wacron' B .' 1 ,' sail Hook, 4h rest t tacking.'" Catholl PrtaoM o Bioyoloa. Tkfc "Cyellet" of lendoa aara! "The Oatholto prteatbooa fc Syanoo a still nwonajy coat wpvnauoa Oil) THE AND AVOID 10 P. M. from the Vatican which shall allow them to cycle, despite the opposing bishops. But the Va'tlcaiy Is isilent, and meanwhile tbe Fronchi ipriests, whose bishops sees no objection. Just roll up their gowns and pedal around tha' districts where they are wont to tramp ro wearily. The cure may not lay aside his skits, eo that with the voluminous garments bunched up around his aist ih.? looks a 'little quaint. The nearest approach we have to it in this country may be seen from Newgate street, wbtih itne Bluecoat boys are doing fast laps round the playground at Christ's hospital. Gilmore's Aromatic Wine A tonic for ladies. If you are suffering from weakness, and feel exhausted and ner vous; are getting thin and all run down; Gilmore's Aro matic Wine will bring roses to your cheeks and restore you to flesh and plumpness. Mothers, use it for your daughters. It is the best regulator and corrector for ailments peculiar to woman hood. It promotes digestion, enriches the blood and gives lasting strength. Sold by Matthews Bros., Scrauton. THE SCR ANTON VITRIFIED BU TILE MANUFACTURING CO., makibi or SHALE PAVING BRICK AND BUILDING BRICK Oflleai 920 Washington Avcnne. Works! Nay-Aug. Is K. W. V. R. S. M. H. 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