Frank Rogers and his sweetheart. Constance, visit a gypsy camp which has just settled in the vicinity of their homes, and Constance persuades Frank to let one of the gypsy girls tell his fortune. The gypsy tells Frank, to the embarrassment of both the young people, that he will some day marry into Romany blood. They leave the camp in disgust, but Constance, in spite of herself, is disturbed by the prophecy. Raoul, the poet of the gypsy tribe, is looked upon as a good-for-nothing by the chief. Sybil and the poet are in love with one another, and when Castrous discovers that Raoul aspires to the hand of his daughter, in a rage attacks the young man. During the struggle, Raoul falls over the cliff. Sybil has seen her sweetheart fall, and believing him dead, is grief-stricken. The father banishes her from the tribe and orders his band to decamp. Sybil wanders through the woods most of the night, and finally heart-sick and weary, she finds refuge in an empty house on the outskirts of the woods. In the morning she is discovered by Frank, who takes her home to his mother. She is nourished and cared for by the kindhearted mother and son. When Sybil is better and ready to leave, she is offered a home with Mrs. Rogers. Frank's sweetheart is very unhappy when she learns that the gypsy girl is a member of her lover's household. Frank calls on Constance, but is ordered away by her father, and told not to come back until he has gotten rid of Sybil. The next day, Constance's father, while out on the road, falls unconscious from a sunstroke. He is found by Sybil, who, with the assistance of a stranger, takes the old man to his home, sends for help, and in the meantime, does all she can to revive him. When he regains consciousness, he learns that he owes his life to the gypsy. Sybil understands that she is the cause of unhappiness between Frank and Constance, and, as the open road has for some time been railing her, she determines to leave her benefactors, leaving a note for Frank, saying, "Your palm lied to me, you will marry Constance." The lovers find the note, which reunites them. Sybil has not wondered far before she bears the familiar notes of a lute, and following the sound of the music, she comes upon her poet sweetheart, whom she has believed to be dead. He explains to her how the fall had merely injured him for a time, as hand in hand they wander off through their beloved woods.