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Show YE GYPSIES. It was a large, roomy, old-fashioned attic, just the kind where children love to play on a rainy day; the kind that has trunkloads of costumes— costumes that great aunt somebody had been married in and that grandmother Perry had been such a belle in. All sorts of costumes from beggar’s and prince’s to Russian and Indian are there. On a certain rather warm fall afternoon with the cool air blowing from an open window, there sat by one of the trunks a girl. She was small with black hair and eyes, and was doing a most unusual thing for her. She was dreaming, or, at least it seemed so. The thing she had come after was forgotten and she was thinking—thinking how different everything might be now if all had gone right—if they hadn’t had that quarrel. In her mind she was going over the day—a Thanksgiving just a year ago when it had happened. It was a small but prosperous village that Bess Wood lived in and each Thanksgiving was celebrated by a large barn dance in which all of the inhabitants took part. It was after this dance that Don had proposed to Bess. Of course she had known that he was going to do it, and feminine like, she had decided to hold him off—play with him at first, but of course in the end she would be reconciled. ‘Then someway she had gone a little too far and suddenly come to realize that they had quarreled and he had left her. | And now it was nearly Thanksgiving again and the usual dance would take place. But this year she would not go. As Bess pondered over these events, she had been staring into the open trunk against which she had been leaning. The object which her unseeing eyes had been fastened on suddenly began to take shape. A gypsy dress. Gypsies! Fortunes! Suddenly a wonderful idea came to her.Her black snapping eyes began to dance and sparkle with mischief and she sat bolt upright and said very decidedly, “Yes—I will !’ Immediately she began plotting and planning at something—something very interesting and amusing if her face and manner told anything. Now let me warn you to beware. when a girl with a chin as stubborn as Bess’s begins plotting and planning. > The dance was *K in full sway. *K Rich *K *K and poor, old and young, all were |