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By Tom Gallon of Cratt CHAPTER VI.—(Continued.) “Be quiet, Neal,” said the woman, in a tone of authority. “If you were a true gipsy you wouldn’t use words like those. Haven’t I suffered enough in being cast out of my tribe for wed- ‘ding you, that you should forget gipsy laws and gipsy ways? An Ormany may do it—but I won’t, though I bear your name. These people are wel- come,” she added, with a majestic Jesture, as though she were welcoming them to a palace. ‘“‘Will”—she turned to the young man quickly—‘“you at least know what to do; attend to these people.” So the professor, highly delighted at the prospect of new experiences, disappeared with his son into the darkness and was swallowed up in a tent—an abode which he found so ex- tremely warm on such a night that he might have been seen, a little later on, lying on his back within it, but with his great head outside exposed. to the air, the better to enable him to breathe. And so, watching the stars for a little, he presently fell asleep, happily enough. Not every one in the gipsy camp slept soundly that night. The brother and sister did not, at least; for the brother restlessly walked unnecessary rounds about it, as if he feared anoth- er invasion. Presently, in his restless wander- he came to the tent wherein Heo and found at the door of it ; sitting with her arms on her knees and her chin resting on her hands. that you, Will?” she asked, r ng her eyes to the figure in the darkness. “Yes, Lydia,” he whispered in reply. Then, after moving about restlessly for a moment or two, he came back. His voice sounded harsh and unnatur- al. “Why does she come asked. , There must have been some strange and subtle understanding between the brother and sister, for the girl seemed quite to understand the extraordinary question. She glanced for a moment here?” he into the tent, and then, looking up at | the boy, spoke in a hushed voice. “Why does anyone come here?” she es all about us, and into which we only go in our dreams, all sorts of peo- ple must come into our lives and dis- appear again. I see that you under- stand, Will, what I have felt myself to-night—that this girl does not come to us to flit away again and leave us untouched; she comes for some other purpose we don’t understand—doesn’t she?” The boy did not answer for a mo- ment; be stood moodily looking out over the trees, and evidently think- ing deeply. At last he turned to the girl “Lydia, you are wise, like our moth- er, in all that the best of our race ever ,” he said, solemnly. “You can read what another would not under- stand; look into my eyes, little sister, and tell me what she is to bé to me.” He had dropped on his knees before her, and the two young faces were very close. The girl looked calmly into his eyes for a long minute, and then slowly shook her head\ “J can’t read that, Will,” she re- plied, slowly.: “I told you long ago that it is written clearly in your hand, and in the cards, and in the stars, that a woman—not of our race—shall come into your life. But she means Will, when she comes. I am raying, dear, that she may not have come to-night.” “Why, what harm could she bring to me?” asked the boy, with a littte, short laugh. “It is a good face; what wrong could there be in it?” “{ don’t know—I don’t know,” said the girl, hurriedly. “I try to believe, sometimes, Will, that all I have been taught is wrong and means nothing; and yet so much of it comes true. To- might, too, I feel that something has happened—something has come out of the darkness, as it were, to disturb our lives.” “But why should you think that this woman has anything to do with us?” asked the boy. “A stranger—fainting by the side of the road—and coming to us for shelter; what is there in that?” “Will, listen to me a moment,” she whispered, catching him by the arm, and at the same time looking round towards the tent in the doorway of which she sat. When she fell asleep just now she lay quite calmly, with one hand stretched out beside her. The palm was uppermost; by the light of the lamp I read it; you know it would be like an open book to me.” “J know. Go on,” said the boy, gently. “She has come a long, long journey —from far across the other side of the world. That is nothing; it is the oth- er part that puzzles me. She is very, very rich, according to one thing in her palm; according to another, she hasn’t a penny. According to one thing in her hand she is as safe as any one can be from disaster; according to another, she is in peril of death. What does it all mean?” “You have not read the signs care- HH Sao Dono DOO nOoDOOOODOOooo aid. “Out of the great world that | WOOO fully, Lydia,” said the boy, with a lit- tle laugh. “I have—I have,” she whispered, vehemently. “It is all there in her hand; I never saw anything so strong- ly marked.” “But she is a homeless wanderer,” urged the boy. “How should she be rich? Besides, you say that other lines in her hand contradict it.” “It is all puzzling, Will,” said Ly- dia. I have never seen crowded into any hand so much as there is there; so much death and ruin and disaster, all in one little white hand. And now you come to me and seem to suggest that you, too, may have something to do with her. Will’—she started to her feet and caught him by the shoul- ders, and stared into his face with wild eyes—“if I thought that, I would wake her now. and send her away to- night.” “You think too much about me, Lydia,” said the boy, soothingly. “As mother says sometimes, there is a great Fate watching over us all and deciding what our lives shall be. If out of the great world this girl has come to change our lives, or even to bring death and disaster to us—al- though I can’t believe that— we need not be afraid. We come of a race that must not be afraid. Good night.” He turned and sauntered off into the darkness. A moment later he came swiftly back again and gave a low, curious call, which Lydia an- swered at once by coming out of the tent. “What is it, Will?” she asked quick- ly, in a whisper. “Don’t move and don’t cry out,” he whispered in reply. “Behind those trees there is a man standing; Iswear there is. I saw him move when. I went across there. Look!” “There is nothing there, Will,” said the girl, quietly. My eyes are as keen j as yours; there is nothing there.” “It’s very curious,” he replied, un- easily. “I suppose you are right. Good night again.” It happened that in sauntering across the rough ground the boy kicked up a little dust, and kicked it, by the mesest chance, straight into the upturned face of Prof. Tapney, who had his ridiculous head stuck out of the tent door. The boy was gone by the time the professor had turned over | hurriedly, and sneezed softly, and rubbed the dust out of his eyes; then the professor, inwardly wondering what had disturbed him, lay half asleep and only dimly conscious of | what was going on about him: But | while he lay there he saw something happen. The girl Lydia made a slow, stealthy movement toward the trees at which she had been looking so intently; but, on a second impulse, drew back again and waited. Then the professor saw, emerging from the shadows, the tall figure of a man; saw him cross the embers of the fire and approach the girl. thoroughly awake, listened witn all his ears. “Why do you come here again?” asked the girl, in a low voice. “Because you seem to have a pow- er, my child, to draw me as no one else can,” said the voice of the man— a light, careless voice, with something of a laugh in its tones. “Because, also, I am of a poetic nature and love beau- | tiful things; because, also, being not too good for what this world can give me, and being, indeed, by some term- ed desperately wicked, I love the night. And you fit the night, my dear, beautifully.” “I wish you had not come,” said Lydia, uneasily. “I am half afraid of you—” “And half in love with me, eh?” suggested the man. “If you were what I had hoped to find you. my gipsy maid, you would ‘not have stopped to inquire as to your feelings or your sen- sations; you would have taken every- thing for granted. You were thinking about me, and I stepped suddenly out of the darkness—which is intensely dramatic to begin with.” “You always come at night,” said the girl. “When you came to me first and told me you had been looking for me all your life. T believed you; no one had ever spoken to me like that be- fore. Who are you?” “As the world goes, my dear, a badly used man. There is a_ great place not very far from here—if it hap- pened to be daylight you could see it across the trees—they call it Hawley Park. If my grandfather—peace to his ashes!—hadn’t been an old fool, an unjust fool at that, I should have had that place for my own. Instead of that a younger brother steps in and I am turned out in the cold. Hence I become what you see me, a night-bird loving .a gipsy maid.” “Then you are, like me, a wander- er?” she said, softly. “Like you, my dear, a wanderer,” he replied. “I came back to Eng\pad with some wild idea that I might do good by coming here—might snatch something for myself. Instead of which I found a little dusky maid, who ought, from her beauty, to be a princess in her own right, and she was worth all I had lost.” “Tf I could think you would always believe that!” said the girl. “As I The professor wriggled himself | softly farther into the tent and, now | had been yours?” “Couldn’t “have | helped myself,” he replied, glibly. “Trust Roger Hawley for that; he is the most devout lover, and the most constant, under the stars.” “Is that your name—Roger ley?” she asked. “Roger Hawley, who should have beea able to write after his name, ‘of Hawley Park, ‘Surrey’; but was ousted from his proud position because, for- sooth, he had not behaved prettily, as he should have done.” “But won’t your brother give you back what belongs to you?” she asked, simply. . “Tt doesn’t rest with my brother; it rests with a lady,” he answered, with a laugh. “Not even all your fortune- telling, Lydia mine, could help me in this; because the lady has tight hold. of what was left to her, and even my brother comes into the business, hum- bly enough, afte rher. So now you know all about it.” “And who is this lady who has tak- en your fortune?” “How inquisitive you are! Her name, if you must know, is Miss Grace Yar- wood—and she is my cousin.” ‘ ‘They had been so engrossed in their whispered conversation, and the pro- fessor had been listenilng so intently, that none of them had noticed that the low curtain of the tent from which the girl had come had parted, and that Grace Yarwood had looked out, at the moment her name was so carelessly and lightly mentioned. She could not restrain an involuntary exclamation, however, and the girl and the man turned guiltily and faced her. “What is the matter? Why are you out here?” asked Lydid, coldly. “IJ—I was startled,” said Grace, in some confusion. “I thought I heard voices. I’m sorry.” “You mean that you were listening,” exclaimed Lydia, hotly. You mean that you came out here because you thought you would hear—” “I was not listening,” said Grace, calmly. “Why should I do that?” She stepped back into the tent and dropped the curtain again. “Who's your visitor?” asked Roger Hawley, with some show of interest. “Not much like a gipsy, that,” he add- Haw- | ed. “Why should you notice her?” asked Lydia, in a flash. “My pretty vixen, don’t be jealous,” said the man, with a laugh. “I was only surprised to see a stranger, and a fair stranger, within your tents.” “She came to-night with an old man. My mother gave them shelter,” said Lydia. “Now you must go; I am afraid every moment that some one will be disturbed and will ‘find you here.” The man slipped away into the shad- ows after a few murmured words of farewell, the professor slowly drop- ped asleep again, and Lydia _ disap- peared into the tent in which Grace was. The night visitor, Roger Haw- ley, going cautiously among the trees, was surprised’ and a little disturbed, after taking a few steps, to see a man rise up out of the undergrowth before him. “Who's that?” he cried, nervously, in a subdued voice. “A friend,” said a voice he did not know. “There's nothing to be scared about; I’ve been following you pretty nearly all day.” “The deuce you have!” exclaimed | Roger Hawley, with a subdued laugh. little patch of light made by the last | “Who are you? Come out into the light and let’s see your face.” The stranger came out from among the trees and stood in a little clearing, facing Roger Hawley. He was a slight, well knit. dark young man, with .a neat black mustache and a certain graceful fashion of wearing clothes that were decidedly shabby; he spoke with a strong accent. (To Be Continued.) MEN WHO FIT CORSETS. Good at the Business on Account of Strong Wrists. “There was a time not long since,” said the superintendent of a fashion- able department store, “when a wom- an bought her corsets by number, just as a man buys his collars. She step- ped up to the counter and ordered 17, 19, or 22, as the case might be, with- out a thought of trying them on. She took them home, laced them, and trusted to Iuck for a good fit. If they were too large, she made up her mind she was losing flesh. If they were too small, she worried because she was gaining flesh. “Women know better now. They havé their corsets fitted before leav- ing the store, just as they do their shoes. Some of them try on fifteen or twenty pairs before they are satisfied. The result is that employment has been opened up for a large number of corset cutters and fitters outside of the factories. “No, the fitters are not all women, by any means. If a woman is very particular about the fit of her corset, as some of them in professional life have to be, they do not mind in the least having them fitted by a man. Women fitters have not sufficiently strong wrists for that class of work. Customers who can afford it have their corsets made to order. It costs about one-third more than buying ready-made. An Honest Girl. Mrs. Tufty—Didn’t Mrs. leave her card? The New Maid—Yes’m, she left it, an’ I had to chase her two blocks tc give it back to her.—Cleveland Plains Dealer. Green Satan—Walk right in and get ac quainted with the fiends. New Arrival—Thanks! Whereabouts are the poker fiends?—Puck. dled mops attre~ted attention in front of a West Broadway store last week. “Reminds me of boyhood days on the farm,” remarked a passerby to the dealer. “I didn’t know you made such things nowadays.” “Oh, yes; mops are still in the trade, although we don’t sell many of them in New York,” was the answer. “The demand comes from New England principally and from west of the Mis- sissippi river. In the South and be- | tween New York and the Mississippi nobody wants to buy mops. The servants seem to like scrubbing brush- es better. I never could understand it. It was a part of my duty when I wasa lad to mop the floor of a country store in Massachusetts. I know the work that can be got out of a mop if it is properly handled. But the superin- tendent of a large office building on Fourth avenue, who buys his brushes here, told me that when he wanted his scrubwomen to use mops they threat- ened to leave in a body. They would rather get down on all fours and use the brush.”—New York Times. A HEART STORY. Folsom, S. Dak.—In these days when so many sudden deaths are re- ported from Heart Failure and vari- ous forms of Heart Disease, it will be good news to many to learn that there is a never failing remedy for every form of Heart Trouble. Mrs. H. D. Hyde of this place, was troubled for years with a pain in her heart ‘which distressed her a great deal. She had tried many remedies but had not succeeded in finding any- thing that would help her until at last she began a treatment of Dodd’s Kid- ney Pills and this very soon relieved her and she has not had a single pain or any distress in the region of the heart since. She says: “I cannot say too much praise of Dodd’s Kidney Pills. They are the greatest heart medi¢ine I have ever used. I was troubled for over three years with a severe pain in my heart, which en- tirely disappeared after a short treat- ment of Dodd’s Kidney Pills.” The Fond Parent’s Pride. A reporter was endeavoring to find out the particulars of an accident that had befallen a boy, and was asking the question necessary in such cases of the father of the injured boy. “Did the little fellow stand the oper- ation well?” asked the reporter. “Like a major—came through it all right.” “Did he have to take anything?” continued the reporter. “Not a gol darn thing but chloro- form,” was the proud reply of the ad- miring parent.—Utica Observer. Bad Sign. Mr. Citydweller (to suburban real estate agent)—“I find only one fault with your district, Mr. Boomerup, but that makes me decline to oe a resi- dence here.” Mr. Boomerup—‘Why, what is the matter?” Mr. Citydweller—“I noticed to-day, as we have been driving about, that all your finest houses are owned by physicians.”—Stray Stories. Prescription Suited Her. Mrs. Weddie—‘Doctor, I hope you will find I am suffering from the same sickness as Miss Gompers.” Doctor (who sees a light)—“TI really think you are Mrs. Weddle, but I for- get for the moment what ailed Miss Gompers.” Mrs. Weddle—“So do I; but I re- member you prescribed Florida.”— HAS A SAY. The School Principal Talks About Food. The Principal of a High School in a flourishing Calif. city says: “For 23 years I worked in the school with only short summer vacations. I formed the habit of eating rapidly, masticated poorly which coupled with my sedentary work led te indigestion, liver trouble, lame back and rheuma- tism. . “Upon consulting,physicians some doped me with drugs, while others ‘prescribed dieting and sometimes | got temporary relief, other times not. For 12 years I struggled along with this handicap to my work, seldom laid up but often a burden to myself with lameness and rheumatic pains. “Two years ago I met an old friend, a physician who noticed at once my out-of-health condition and who pre- scribed for me an exclusive diet of Grape-Nuts, milk and fruit. “I followed his instructions and in two months I felt like a new man with no more headaches, rheumatism or liver trouble and from that time to this Grape-Nuts has beén my main food for morning and evening meals am stronger and healthier than I have been for years without a trace of the old troubles. “Judging from my present vigorous physical and mental state I tell my people Methuselah may yet have to take second place among the old men, for I feel like I will live a great many more years. “To all this remarkable change in health I am indebted to my wise |. friend and Grape-Nuts and I hope the Postum Co. will continue to manufac- ture this life and health giving food for several centuries yet, until I move to a world where indigestion is un- known.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Ask any physician what he knows about Grape Nuts. Those who have tried it know things. “There’s a reason.” Look in each pkg. for the famous little book, “The Road to Wellville.” Magnitude. To realize the magnitude of the Production of iron ald steel in this country during one year, one has to employ much larger standards of com- parison than pounds and tons. For instance a blast furnace large enough to receive at one charge all the metal that passes through all the blast fur- naces of the country in one year would have to be built to contain 2,000,000,000 cubic feet. Or to use the slightly more conceivable compar- ison, it would have to be twenty-four times as large as the great pyramid of Cheops. The coke used in the process of manufacture would, if piled up in a column 400 feet square, reach 6,500 feet up into the skies, and the iron ore from which all the products are made, would, if piled up in a column one-fourth of the bulk of that coke, reach just as high as the former— some 34,636,121 tons. If all the car rails were rolled into one huge rail, the dimension would be 1 1-5 miles long, 81 feet high, 81 feet across the base, and 43 feet across at the top, being wide enough to accommodate a locomotive and its tender. One huge wire nail contaming the metal an- nually drawn into such a form would make a column 1,000 feet high and 54 feet square, overtopping the renowned Eiffel Tower at Paris. The cut nails would reach to the heights of the Washington monument, and would far overtop the Park Row building, the highest in the world. Hope On. There was never a day so misty and gray rapes the blue was not somewhere above There is never a mountain top ever so ‘That some little flower does not, love it There was never a night so dreary and dark That the stars were not somewhere shining; There is never a cloud so heavy and jac That it has not a silvery lining. There is never a waiting-time, weary and ong. That will not sometime have an ending; The most beautiful part of the landscape is where_ ‘dhe sunshiné and shadows are blending. Into every life some shadows will fall, But Heaven sends the sunshine of love: Through the rifts in the clouds we may if we will, See the beautiful blue above. Then let us hope on though the way be ong And the darkness be gathering fast; For the turn in the road is a little way were, the home-lights will greet us _at as —D. Wooster. Good Partner for Whist. Dr. B. Holly Smith, one of Balti- more’s crack whist players, was at his favorite game the other evening in a private house. Some of the guests did not know as much about whist as he. His partner was a cer- tain Mrs. W——, whose knowledge of the game was confined to a few ele- mentary principles. “Excuse me, Mrs.. W-——,” ex- claimed Dr. Smith, at the conclusion of a hand that his partner had played in a way to try his very soul, “but I signaled for trumps twice during that hand.” ‘Did you?” she asked innocently. “Why, I didn’t hear you.”—-New York Times. Meteorological Tipping Bucket. A tipping bucket attachment has been added to the rain gauge of the weather bureau on top of the Custom House at St. Louis. It accurately tells of the amount of precipitation. The rain is drained into a double bucket, so poised that it tips on re- ceiving a certain amount of water. Every movement of this kind is reg- istered by an electrical connection. Zulu Prince Going Home. H. R. H. Prince Unsengangacona | Umhlangan Umbelazi Cetewayo, who has-been living in London lodgings for some time, is about to return to Zululand, where, he says, he will dis- card European clothing at once, and resume skins, beads, feathers and leg bracelets. He can speak Zulu, Kaffir, English, Dutch, French, Portuguese and Spanish. Accidents and Disasters. The loss of life from accidents and disasters: in the United States last year, was: 2,471; explosions, 736; falling build- ings, etc., 474; steam railways, 4,090; electric railways, 573; electricity, 156; mines, 788; cyclones and storms, 487; lightning, 139. Graphite Deposit in Colorado. The second graphite deposit of any extent in the United States was dis- covered recently near Cameron, Colo., the vein measuring from fifteen to forty feet in width. Thorough tests show it to be worth $250 a ton. Criminals Kept in Suspense. In France, when a convict is sen- tenced to death by the guillotine, the day of his execution is not named in his presence, and he knows not when he is to be led forth until within fif- teen minutes of the fatal moment. Goal Consumption by Czar’s Fleet. The coal bill of the Russian Pacific squadron at anchor is said to be $1, 030,000 a year. One ironclad used twelve tons of coal daily for electric lighting. It is principally Cardiff coal, which costs $17.51 a ton. Judgment Against Emperor. The commander-in-chief of the army of the Emperor of Sahara has obtained judgment for $833 in a Len don court against his august em- ployer. That sum represents one month’s salary. When the bonds of matrimony be |. come frost-bitten it’s hard work te thaw them out again. Fires, 1,792; drowning, |: ; Indispensable. 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