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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
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' 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
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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
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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
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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
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