The Golden Circle

ore than once, as some object appeared to move in the darkness, she felt a great fear gripping at her heart, an

only served to increase it, for had she not seen the shadow cast upon Angelo’s windowpane? And had she not r

ittle room. “One does not understand it at all. This god has been in the possession of the gypsy tribe of Bihari, my gypsy stepfather. As chief of the

can be but one answer. The tribe of Bihari would never part with

lost in th

e quite

would s

h. Perhaps only some sight-seeing Americans. There are some who wo

aced the strange object of their discussion upon the mantel. There, far

e Jeanne’s voice trailed

it was as with the

their sick are healed, that by these their fortunes are mended. There are those who have been to many schoo

e, is very old and that I believe in his po

s of America de

to her feet and be

rence, “they can’t e

n the fire to-night. I saw his shadow

saw

nized him instantly. His coat, his curi

eep him in hiding.” She went to the door an

You could use that on the stage. No one

up hands in protest. “Never! I will da

of the gypsies will attend the play. They are fond of drama.

ping into a chair and folding her slender hands.

is Reverence, or his Highness—or how do you speak of a god?—

eir narrow quarters reve

Jeanne sighed. “May as well set him up here in the middle of

rward. “Some one has cut a ho

dden there,” the littl

ce. The pieces between the cuts, each some ten inches long, had been rudely pried up by the aid of s

for a heavy iron poker that stood b

then bent. When Petite Jeanne supplemented her labors with a broken case kni

ed their heads together doing so. Then they dr

he coming of electric lights. When installing the lights the electricians had found it necessary t

sighed. “What a

e Jeanne. “See wh

ve we found?” F

sweet! We have only to lift the boards, lower him to the laths below, batten down

hand to pat her friend’s blonde

opes. Nor is there reason to believe that his Highness objected in the leas