The World For Sale, Volume 1.

es. Its front windows faced the Sagalac, and the windows behind looked into cool coverts where in old days many

e lonely nights; the medicine-man's incantations, the harvest- dance, the green-corn-dance, the sun-dance had gone. The braves, their women, and their tepees had been shifted to reservations where Governments solemnly tried to teach them to till t

ers from lands where the conditions of earlier centuries prevailed, who, simple as th

med near by. When French Canadian settlers arrived, however, the place became less discordant to the life of a new democracy, though they did l

ed; it was also given to nepotism and a primitive kind of jobbery; but, on the whole, it was honest. It was a settlement twenty years before Lebanon had a house, though the latter exceeded the population of Manitou in five years, and became the home of all adventuring spirits-land agents, company promo

s were sung at the table where the solemn Love Feast was held at the quarterly meetings. At last when attempts were made to elect to Parliament an Irish lawyer who added to his impecuniousness, eloquence, a half-finished University education, and an Orangeman's prejudices of the best brand of Belfast or Derry, inter-civic strife took the form of physical violence. The great bridge built by Ingolby b

n from the field of battle, one by death, and one by illness. Then it was that the silent, smiling, dark-skinned, cool-headed and cool-handed Rockwell stepped in,

r her father, defying rules, and crying the night through for "the open world," as she called it. So it was that, to her father's dismay and joy in o

chiefly among the women and children; and it was said that the herbal medicine she administered was m

r into the woods, and brought them back safe and sound at the end of the day. Not that they failed to be shocked sometimes, when, on her wild Indian pony, Fleda swept through Manitou like a wind and out into the pr

n-"look at him with his great grey-beard, and his eyes like black fires, and that head o

istine Brisson, her head nodding sagely. "I've seen the pictures in the books

orses ride out of the woods behind his house and down here to gobble us all up. That's the way I feel. It's fancy,

ies come to pass," gloom

I don't know what to

children-of a good heart, surelee. They say she has plenty of gold rings and pearls and bracelets, and

parchment. "With such queer ones, who knows? But, yes, as you say, s

non they come, the men, and plenty here, too; and there's t

re are more papooses at the Reservation since he come back, and over in

or sure. Even with Protes'ants and Injuns it's bad enough,

in Christine whispered, and again that ugly look came to t

l the trouser legs he has. Old Hector, his father, has enough for a gover'ment. But that M'sieu' Felix will get his throat cut if he follows

y, we shall see what w

ed a hand to a fri

eir say Gabriel Druse paced up and down the veranda of his house, stopping now and then to view the tumbling, hurrying Sagalac, or to dwell up

ltitude, not alone because of his remarkable height, but because he had an

of the sound, which came from the woods behind the house. He did not stir, and his eyes half-closed, as though he hesitated what to do. The call was not that of a bird familiar

tou; once as he returned in the dusk from Tekewani's Reservation, and once at dawn from the

ce, and in that seven days he had realized that nothing in this world which has ever been, really ceases to be. Presently, the call was repeated. On the three former occasions there had been no

great cedar. Raising his head, a strange, solemn note came from his lips; but the voice died away in a sharp broken sound which was more human than

d a clump of juniper, a young man of dark face and upright bearing. He made a slow obeisance with a gesture suggestive of

tchful observer that he was of other spheres. His wide, felt, Western hat had a droop on one side and a broken treatment of the crown, which of itself was enough to show him a stranger to the prairie, while his brown velveteen jacket, held by its two lowest buttons, was reminiscen

nd hail, my Ry," he said in a low tone. He spoke in a strange lan

ou want with me, my Romany 'chal'?" he asked sharply.-[A glo

g the Gorgios, or they are lost in the cities and return no more to the tents and the fields and the road. There is disorder in all the world among the Romanys. The ancient ways are forgotten. Ou

" he growled. "The way of the open road is enough. The way beneath the tree

e time of Timur Beg and centuries beyond Timur, so it is told. One

rily. "You do not talk like a Roman

e, I read in the books as the Gorgio reads. I sat in my tent and worked with a pen; I saw in t

they tell you where I was to be found?" Gabriel Dr

ow does the wind go? How does the star sweep across the sky? Does not the whisper pass as the lightning flashes? Have you forgotten all, my Ry? Is there a Romany camp at Scutari? Shall it not know what is the news of the

d that none should seek to follow, that I be left in peace till my pilgrimage was done. Even as the first pilgrims

es as he spoke, and ages of dubious reasoni

ntinued. "Who are you that you should come? I did not ca

England, in Russia, in mother India"-he made a gesture of salutation and bowed low-"and our rites and mysteries are like water spilt

lk. In the past I was never everywhere at once. When I was in Russia, I was not in Greece; when I was i

was not still from sunrise to the end of the day. Your call was heard a

ll choke you, my Romany 'chal'. Am I deceived, I who have known more liars than any man under the sky? Am I to

other answered with an air of c

eak again; if they see me not they will wait till I enter their camps once more. Why are you here? Speak, rogue and liar." The wrathful old man, sure in his reading of the youth, towere

or my own, as

is you

n yours until

the exiled leader, for his mind suddenly read t

mine," he answered rou

hat you

daughter, my Ry." The old man suddenly regained his composure, and authority

ged. On his death-bed three thousand pounds did my father give to you for this betrothal. I was but a child, yet I remembered, and my kinsmen remembered, for it is

ibes, his son- in-law. It did not matter that the girl-but three years of age when it happened-had no memory of the day when the chiefs and great people assembled outside the tent of Lemuel Fawe when he lay dying, and, by the simple act of stepping over a branch of hazel, the two children were married: if Romany law and custom were to abide, t

e as she might have loved her own mother, had that mother lived and she had ever known her. And when the Lady Barrowdale sickened and died of the same sickness which had nearly been her own death, the promise she made then overrode all other covenants made for her. She had promised the great lady who had given her own widowed, childless life for her own, that she would not remain a Gipsy, that she would not marry a Gipsy, bu

ow that the girl had for ever forsworn their race, and would never become head of all the Romanys, solving the prob

by the gallows or the sword or the bullet, but they had died as commanded, and none had questioned his decree. None asked where or how the thing was done when a fire sprang up in

should die now for this disobedience. When the time is fulfilled, I will return. Until then, my daughter a

chi', and I will not go without her. I

ng hard against the wrath consuming him, though he liked the y

her beauty is like t

e tent of Lemuel Fawe now seventeen years ago?"

he last time I saw her was an hour or so si

nt he did not speak. At last words came. "The Rapids

w her shoot the Rapid

ve. She was in the arms

is his

terrible in their intensity. For the first time since they ha

" Druse said, wit

cribed how he had run all the way-four miles-from C

e told it, from the fierceness of his chief, whe

father,"

st and is gone. The transformation was startling. Without further glance at his companion, he moved swif

not apprehensive of disfavour or reproac

she asked reading

heart?" he answered. "If

nd ran her fingers thro

to be drowned,"

in his arms left no shadow on her face. Ingolby was now only part of her triumph

use, and made a gestur

an c

high in response. An instant afterwards Tek

e distance away. Apprehension came to her face. She felt her heart stand still a

gathered in his face once more, and

ve a whisper, and she noted the insi

husband," answered