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[COPYRIGHT ] THE GYPSY SINGER. 1 By MRS. GEOttGE CORBETT, Author of "The Adventures of an Ugly Girl," "A Mere Masquerader," "When the Sea Gives up its Dead," "A Fair Blockade Runner," &c. CHAPTER I.-A DEATHBED WARNING. Amos White was very ill, much worse tnan ne thought, for he was in the grip ot one of the most fatal forms of influenza. Had he been in good health just now, he would have gone to Italy with the son of his adoption, who had apparently a great musical career before him. But Fate had willed otherwise. His slight ailment had de- veloped serious complications, and his doctor was already convinced that the kind-hearted old man s eyes would never again rest upon Cosmo, the one being in the c id upon whom he had lavished his store of aliejtion. Doctor," he said, "don t you think I may get up for an hour or so to-morrow? I want to write to Cosmo. He will be alarmed if he doesn't hear regularly from me while he is compelled to be away. Dr. Penistone had heard certain rumours which did not redound to the credit of Mr. White's adopted son, and he had strong doubts of the honesty of the young fellow's love for his bene- factor. But he naturally kept his doubts to him- self, and answered his patient more soothingly than his inner convictions warranted. H I wouldn't risk getting up too soon," he said. "A cold like yours pulls people down fearfully, and the slightest chill or over-fatigue might cause serious developments. No, you had better not get up to-morrow." The sick man sighed impatiently, for he was of an active temperament, and hated to be coddled without sufficient reason. "It's all nonsense," he told himself. That doctor is pulling a long face because he wants to keep a profitable patient under his care as long as he can. But I won't be tyrannised over, even by a doctor." Given a man of Amos White's self-willed temperament, combined with a sceptical opinion re the seriousness of his own condition, and the result is a foregone conclusion. The doctor's orders were disobeyed, in spite of the professional nurse's remonstrances, and within a few hours there were indubitable proofs of a speedy fatal termination of the victim's illness. All too late the poor old gentleman recognised how foolish he had been. He knew that his end was near, and ordered his solicitor to be hastily sent for. The interview will probably excite you and hasten your end," warned the doctor. How long is it possible for me to live at all?" was the feeble inquiry. Not more than five or six hours at the most," was the grave reply. Then it cannot matter for me whether I see my lawyer or not. But it matters a great deal to Cosmo, for I have a secret to disclose, and I will not be thwarted." An hour later Mr. Donaldson, the solicitor, was closeted with the dying man, and to him was confided a sealed packet of papers which was believed to contain the clue to the real identity of Mr. White's adopted son, together with a brief account of the circumstances under which the adoption had been brought about. I was not always rich," said Mr. White. "My early life was spent in a pretty Devonshire village, where there was no opportunity of advancing one's prospects. So when I grew up I took the first chance of emigrating, and went to California, where I was fairly lucky as a gold-seeker. Some years later I took a sheep ranche and gradually built up a large fortune. After a thirty years' exile from my native place I returned to. it, hoping still to find some of the friends of my youth there, and picturing the pleasure I could give them and myself by sharing a portion of my fortune among them. Alas! there was not a soul left in the village who knew my name, and either death or emigration had claimed everybody whom I had hoped to meet again. To have settled down in Owtringham now would have been to condemn myself to melancholy, so I strolled away from the village, hardly knowing what I intended to do next. I certainly felt very miserable at the failure of all my expectations, and was so deeply im- mersed in thought that I took no notice of my surroundings until I was suddenly accosted by an old gypsy woman, who wanted to tell me my fortune. At first I bluntly refused to have any- thing to do with her. But eventually her im- portunities proved amusing, and I ended by fraternising with the tribe of which she was the Queen. It was midsummer, and the weather was delightful for camping out, so I grew more cheer- ful, and spent most of mv time in the company of A bright little fellow called Cosmo. I suspected -from the first that this child, with whom I had fallen in love at first sight, was no relation to any -of the gypsies who were his present guardians And I resolved to adopt him as my son, thereby filling a void in my heart, which longed for some- thing to lavish affection upon, although no lwoman had ever reigned in it. The old woman, Esther Raymond, met my proposal with many trivial objections, all of a selfish nature, but at length accepted a large sum of money to give the boy to me. though she would not agree to my terms until she had in- duced me to swear upon oath that I would never open, or allow anyone else to open, a small packet which she then handed to me for safe keeping until June 17th, 1892, when Cosmo would have completed his twenty-first year. As you know, my adopted son is both hand- some and gifted, and though he is heir to all I possess, he has always wanted to make a. name for himself as an opera singer. That is why he has gone to Milan to study, and to cultivate his glorious voice, and that is why I am deprived of his love and care in my last illness. I have never believed that he was of gypsy parentage, and I have often longed to know the secret -which this packet of papers contains. But I have respected my oath, and I know no more about my beautiful boy's real parentage than I did when I first saw him. Yet I have looked forward to solving the ,Iorwar d to solving h,, mystery next June, and I meant Oosmo to have been present when I opened the packet. All that is ended now, and I look to you, Mr. Donaldson, to carry out my last wishes. Cosmo has been telegraphed for. But he cannot be here until it is too late too see me alive. So I entrust the packet to you, to hand over to him as soon as he arrives, and I want you to tell him all that I have confided to you now." The narration of this story had proved a great drain upon Amos White's remaining strength. And it had, perforce, suffered many interruptions by reason of the patient's extreme weakness. But the task was at last acwmpr-ished, and Mr. William Donaldson, with many solemn asserva- tions, undertook to do all in his power to deserve the confidence reposed in him by a man already struggling in the throes of death. Then here is the packet," said Amos, feebly, as he drew his hand from under the coverlet and shewed a small bundle of papers convulsively grasped therein. "I have not let it out of my sight lately, for it may be the means of restarim-, Cosmo to a great birthright." "I will take as good care of it as you have done, sir, and will neglect no means of carrying out your wishes." Saying this, Mr. Donaldson held oat his hand to take the precious packet, but the old man drew it back again, saying: "You haven't taken the oath yet. And you must be bound just as I have been, for only Cosnw himself must open the documents now. You will take the oath after me?" If you fear to trust my word of honotir, I suppose I must take the oath, though 1 assure you it is quite unnecessary. My professional standing-" Never mind your professional staiwimg just now. Say after me: I, William Donaldson, do hereby swear upon oath that I will not open the papers marked 'Cosmo,' .and that I will not allow any other person to open them or to break thf; seal thereon." 'I, William Donaldson. do hereby swear upon oath that I will not open the papers marked "Cosmo," and that I will not allow any .other person to open them or to break the sea l thereon. I also swear to deliver the said papers to Cosmo White in the same condition in which they were "banded to me, and to execute all the instructions of Amos White to the best of my ability, so help me God!" 'I also swear to deliver the said papers to Cosmo White in the same condition in which they were handed to me, and to execute all the j instructions of Amos White to the best ot icy lability, so help me God!' I And ray my happiness be for ever blasted if I fail to keep this oath" Mr. Doxtakison hesitated an instant before re- peating tig* last clawse, but the dying man's eyes were resting upon him suspiciously, and lie feared to risk tho lessof future profitable business with the heir to all this wealth Mr. White was leaving behind him; so, much against his secret inclina- tion, he repeated: ""And may my happiness be for ever blasted if I fail to keep this oath" That will dc,? said the patent "Yc??? dare to break ;I?ur oath now, and when Cosm. owns the packet he will havehis destiny m his ,own hands. But beware, any breach of tho trust reposed in you win bring upon you my curse, anJ ven in the grave I shall stiH have the power to avensre anv wrong done to Cosmo. I Pray calm yourself, sir; I am not lIKelY to GO itim a wTong." No, I warn you again that if you do I shall -<urse you from the grave—curse you What more Amos White would have said can- not be recorded, for the excitement of the inter- view "had proved too much for him. Though he had partially raised himself on his pillow, the better to emphasise what he was saying, his strength suddenly failed him. and he fell back a corpse, with his staring eyes still directed threateningly towards the man whose fidelity he was doubting at the last moment. CHAPTER II.-A BROKEN TRUST. Mr. Donaldson was m anything but a com- fortable frame of mind. He held in his the clue to what mi?ht prove to be an immense  aprret Yet a solemn oath, extracted F?m nS in a moment of weakness bound him to letTt pass from hi? keeping without makinghim- ?!' acquainted with even a portion outs content.. g? in his own private room, turning tho soiled and faded package of papers in his hand, and lamenting the folly which had allowed him ?tie hSfto a co? of action which might possibly be the m?. of losing hisa th?ands of po-3,ibly be the of losink 1,1,I?.- t"t)ll,,ands of ••If I only knew," he muttered. "If I only knew what was written in here, I should be much more easy in my mind. Fancy that oid fool keeping tne thing intact all these years because of :11: promise to a. long since defunct gypsy woman I A promise Lke that wouidn t be very binding witn me; but 1 cannot tace a dying man's curse. Brides, he swore tu be revenged even irom tne grave, so 1 dare not deiy his commands. i wouaer 11 I canuot circumvent his orders without breaking them? Cosmo would never know the exact condition 111 wmcii tfiese papers were de- livered to me, and i should never torgive myself if 1 allowed a good chance of business to slip through my fingers. W tula iv.Lf. iiorlaidsou thus trifled with tempta- tion, a. nc.iCiOiue kitten, belonging to the care- taker ot tHe chambers, strayed through the sugntly opeu uoor, and begau to look aoout for armi^eiacnt. it soon spied the waste-paper basket, and gleefully hung on to one side, not being in the least disconcerted when the basket toppied over and scattered its contents over the carpet. Un the contrary, it became more gleeful,. and indulged in some wonderful pranks with various scraps 01 paper. Mr. Donaldson was so engrossed in meditation that he paid no heed to tne kitten for a. time, but turned the mysterious package over and over in his mind, longing, yet not daring, to break the seal which barred him from the knowledge of the secret he was anxious to become acquainted with. There isn't much of a seal on it, either," he muttered Part of it has crumbled away, and very little would remove the rest. I wonder if By Jove! I have it! There cannot be any harm in providing a kitten with a plaything, and if it does a little damage to the thing it is playing with, well—the kitten will be responsible, not I." Fired with this brilliant idea, Mr. Donaldson softly rose from his comfortable revolving chair, walked to the door, and carefully closed it, alike to prevent the intrusion of unwelcome visitors or the premature departure of the unconscious little animal which he had chosen as the instrument of his intended breach of trust. His next proceeding was to fasten a length of string to the paokage, being careful to tie the knot where it would be most likely to damage the seal without further active help on his part than inviting the cat to have a game with him. Pussy! Puss, puss, puss L" he whispered, and Pussy, not being in the least shy, promptly responded to the invitation, and joyfully sprang at the tempting plaything which was being drawn about the lfoor entirely for its benefit. Had Mr. Donaldson's clerk seen him frolicking with a kitten, he would have been not a little astonished, for the tall, grey-haired, staid-looking solicitor was not in the habit of indulging in frivolities. Neither did he regard his present proceeding as a frivolity, for he. watched anxiously for the psychological moment when he could pront by the pranks of the unconscious instrument of his rascality. Long before Pussy was tired of her new play- thing, she had done what was required of her. She had broken the fateful seal, and there was now nothing to prevent Mr. Donaldson from satisfying his curiosity. "There," said this eminently respectable solicitor, his broad, clean-shaven upper lip curling in a smile of derision. "I haven't broken your precious seal, Mr. White, and I haven't allowed any other person to do so. Nobody could call a cat a person, and I cannot be held responsible for the playful vagaries of a. kitten. So, you see, there are means of evading even a death-bed oath, if you are only clever enough to think of them." Was it fancy? Or did a weird whisper pervade the room, having for its theme nothing but the long-drawn word "'C-u-r-r-r-s-s-e" ? Mr. Donaldson, just for one weak moment, was inclined to beiieve that this was the case. Then he dismissed the idea as foolish fancy, and at- tributed it to the wind without, which was rapidly rising to the velocity of a gale. "How foolish I am, to allow such a stupid fancy to cro.5S my mind for a moment:" he told himseit. Mrs. Danks has left that passage door open, and the wind always howls terntically through it. I've told her several times about it, and i she is not more careful, I shall have to employ another care- taker in her place. Here, get out of this, you httle imp! Who wants you in here?" And, very much to its astonishment, the kitten was summarily ejected from the room in which it had just played so important a part. Mr. Donald- son opened the door with a great show of anger, and sent the poqr cat Hying into the next room, calling out as he did so: Mr. Wood, there'll be mischief in this estab- lishment if evc-ry stray beast in the neighbourhood is allowed to come into my private room and upset my papers. See that it doesn't occur again." 'Yes, sir; certainly, sir," acquiesced Mr. Wood, hastily concealing the latest issue of the "Sporting Miracle" from his employer's observation. "Cer- tainly. sir; it shan't occur again. Get out, you little beast!" Having thus rewarded the kitten for her services, Mr. Donaldson once more shut himself up in his private room, bent upon reading the papers without iurther delay. He would not own even to himself that he was superstitious. Yet he could not banish a certain weird feeling which possessed him when he actually unfolded the package that should have been guarded intact. Nay, more than that, his inner consciousness seemed to be aware of another presence in the room besides his own, and he looked hastily around,, to make sure that it was not fancy. Fancy it must have been, of course, for there was nobody to be seen in the room but himself; and he once more turned to his task, only to be again startled by the tricks of imagination. This time h(, could almost have sworn that a cold, clammy hand was laid on his own, as if to restrain him from tne perpetration of an unhallowed deed. So strong, indeed, was this impression, that he hastily wiped the back of his hand against his coat-sieeve, to remove the ice-cold feeling which the mystic touch had left. But he soon recovered his wonted firmness, and could even laugh at what he believed to be nothing more than the foolish whisperings of a cowardly conscience. "I li get it over quickly," he muttered, "and then all this nonsense will cease. It isn't like me to hesitate over anything. And in this case I have nothing to*fear, in spite of my oath, for I have not broken the seal. And, if it suits my interests, I will do as well for Mr. White's heir as any other lawyer would do." Having arrived at this pitch of determination, Mr. Donaldson deliberately read the documents which for so many years had been held sacred, and, as he did so, his face assumed a look of jubilation that shewed the result of his unhallowed curiosity to be quite as great as he had dared to hope. "Wonderful!" he exclaimed. "Fate is playing into my hands in a. most astonishing fashion, and I am now the arbiter of more destinies than that of the Gypsy Singer. I'm sorry to disappoint you, Mr. White, but I fancy I'm the best custodian of these papers now." "C-u-u-r-r-s-s-e!" wailed the wind again. "C-u-u-r-r-s-s-e!" But Mr. Donaldson was in too great a state of jubilation to notice the ominous sound, or, if he did, he dismissed it from his mind at once as merely a consequence of the caretaker's negligence. "ril lock them in my .private safe," he mut- tered, after reading the documents.once more, to assure himself that what he had already read was not an amazing freak of an excited imagination. "Wood must never suspect their existence, and it remains to be seen whether Cosmo White ever gets to know about them." Once more that weird whisper, "C-u-u-r-r-s-s-e!" went hissing through the room. But Mr. Donald- son was unaffected by it, for he unlocked his private safe, stored the documents carefully therein, re-locked the safe, and was contemplating his de- parture from his business chambers, to his subur- ban villa when Mr. Wood announced a visitor. "Mr. Cosmo White wishes to see you, sir." "Certamly. Ask him to step this way. Ah, how do you do, Mr. White? I cannot teU you how grieved I am at the untoward death of your es- taouied guardian. He was a most "Thank you," interrupted the new-comer. "But my time is limited, and I have come to consult velt on business, not to listen to a panegyric on the virtues of a departed friend." "To be sure, to be sure. No weakness about you, I perceive, .sir. Straight to the point. Yes, jiray sit down. You have come about Mr. White's futeral arrangements?" "And about pecuniary matters." "Certainly, certainly; of course. Well, you have no need for anxiety on that score. Mr. White has left a will, bequeathing the whole of his wealth to you, and his last thoughts were of jou. It"s v-eri aad." Cosmo White .smiled sarcastically at the solicitor, and turned his full, lustrous dark eyes upon him, as he replied: Sad? To be the heir to a great fortune? Surely, that is a peculiar view for a solicitor to .bold?" Mr. Dctaldson, rogue though he was at heart, wae accustomed to the conventionalities by which even the aaost selfish people usually cloik their real feelinp; and he looked in some astonishment at the supechly handsome young fellow who made ae paxrtetiop « £ being anything but pleased at the good fortane which had befallen him. "CJeEtainly," he agreed hastily. "But one has to aoT&>Tzn £ o ipopular sentiment on these subjects, and-" Cieeme had aideyc-d the id-vitafim to be secefcad, but gov impatiently. "Lrfjok here," he said, cuttty. "I am quite sen- sible oi aU I owe to my late guaadian; but I do met choose to odiseuss ihim with sttaegers, so we will stick to husiness if you please. You were with Mr. White when he ■died, I believe?" "Yes; it was my melancholy (privilege to be with him in hi6 last moments." "You therefore took his final icsUvuctions. Did he leave amy .special message for me?" lie leave &Dy -rof 1, is great Jove for Fou and his  regret at not bWiUg 'yW once mt?na before he That is no more than I expected, for Mr. White wa.i always happiest when I was near him. But he hinted more than once of some ipecial dis- deulre he wished to maike tR me as aoos as I was of a^e. Did he mtcy nothing about that you?" "'O-Ttaiuly not. Tiawe ate no instructions of I any kind eoncemiag you except those which are contained in the will "C-u-u-r-r-s-s-e Mr. Donaldson turned pale, Biid Coemo White shivered sligbtlv. when the wiÐd moaned wuind the apartanent, as jif in angry rergoestrance at the nflrinnr d.,ch had just OOeQ committed* admughty hole this seems to be. merited Cosmo. "That noise reminds tIle of that horrible bit of 'Uncle Tom's Cabin" Vlhere the villain Legree thought he was haunted by the spirits of the dead. I'd stop it, if I were you. William Donaldson's lips twitched, and his eyes wore a scared expression. But never for one moment did he now contemplate retreat from the line he had marked out for himself, and he sud- denly turned the tables on Cosmo be remarking, soberly "4I bciipve you wish to consult me about various h'li:;c" details; and, as we are both pressed for tide, ws had better get to the point." i "I think I have got to the point already, for the present," answered Cosmo. "So far as you are concerned, I mean. I am sure there is some secret connected with my early origin to disclose. Mr. White would not have implied as much if this had not been the case, and I confess 1 am I u t disappointed to hear that you know nothing about it. However, it is just possible that my adopted father confided the secret to somebody else, ana i shall probably know everything next June, when i come of age." "Yes, yes; of course. If there was anything to disclose to you, Mr. White would be sure to provide for the event. But why worry about a secret which may turn out to be a very unpleasant one for you? You have youth, and wealth, and everything else that can make life pleasant, so why desire to know of things that are hidden from "Because I have probably a better right to know of them than anybody else. And because it is not my nature to forfeit even the shadow of my rights, if I can help it. So if important information is being withheld from me, either by you or by any- one else, rest assured that I shall know all about it some day. Good-afternoon." And, without further ceremony, Cosmo White, looking angry and disappointed, left the solicitor to his own reflections, and went back to the hand- some residence in which his late benefactor had died, his last moments filled with thoughts of him. It was part of Cosmo's creed to proclaim himself a selfish worshipper of his own interests only, but he really felt Mr. White's death more than he cared to let anyone else see. Unlike many young men brought up with as much indulgence as he had been, he was not involved in debt, for his extravagances, though large enough in their way, had never outrun the unfailing generosity of the man who had practically adored the adopted son whom he had first seen as a wandering little gypsy lad. He had always had as much money as he needed, and no caprice of his had been too ex- pensive to be indulged. Therefore, there was no special reason why he should be eager to assume sole control of the wealth devised to him, as might have been the case if he had been in the clutches of money-lenders or other heavy creditors, and he shed tears of genuine sorrow over the body of the kind old man who had loved him more than aught else in the whole world. Yet his was not the sort of nature to spend much time in vain regrets over that which was not abso- lutely necessary to his happiness; and he soon settled down to the pleasures and responsibilities of his position. He found himself even richer than he expected; but he was not quite satisfied about the secret which had enshrouded his birth so long, and he could never feel sure Mr. Donaldson was not Iving when he repudiated all knowledge of the affair. For he had a distinct recollection of having heard Mr. White allude to some documents which awaited perusal on his own twenty-first birthday; and if such documents were not confided to the care of the solicitor whom he had employed for years, to whom else was he likely to have en- trusted them? Cosmo could think of nobody but his bankers; but they knew nothing of the missing papers, and he marked his distrust of Mr. Donaldson by with- drawing his patronage from him entirely. "And I will take care never to put a penny in his way," muttered the young fellow to himself. "I'm sure he's a rascal; and I cannot imagine why poor old dad trusted him at all. And, talking about trusting people, I wonder if there is any- thing in that advertisement I saw yesterday? Let me have another look at it." The advertisement had evidently made consider- able impression upon Cosmo, for he had cut it out of the newspaper in which he found it, and had placed it in his purse for safety. It was not one that would have attracted any but romantic per- sons, for it savoured too much of quackery to be reliable, running Tnus: "Professor Frantz Naumann, the great voice specialist, is prepared to accept a pupil who will give himself up to serious musical study, with a view to a great operatic career. The professor guarantees to transform the most unpromising voice into a marvellous organ which will astonish the world, provided his directions are implicitly obeyed. Numerous original testimonials will be shewn to any lady or gentleman having the means and ability to become his pupil. Terms: Board, residence and attendance during course of tuition, and a fee of three hundred guineas when voice is developed to perfection. Failure impossible. No fee taken unless pupil is thoroughly satisfied that the professor has performed the service herein guaranteed. "I've a good mind to try the man," mused Cosmo. "Only fancy how glorious it would be to eclipse everybody else as a singer! How I should revel in the fame and adulation that would be mine. True, I am supposed to have an exceptional voice already. But a phenomenal voice, such as nobody else can equal! Yes, I'll engage the fellow. His hi-gh fee proves him to be pretty confident of his ability, for he forfeits the whole sum if the pupil is not satisfied." The result of this meditation was the ultimate engagement of Professor Frantz Naumann, on his own terms, to bring his vaunted system to bear upon Cosmo White's vocal organ; and the young musical enthusiast, whose only incentive was am- bition, practised nearly all day long until his throat ached, and his tutor advised him to depend for awhile upon the effect of certain pilules which were supposed to be almost miraculous in their properties. Constant diligence in any direction will achieve important results, and even Cosmo himself was almost convinced that he had the professor's sys- tem to thank for the delight with which his songs were listened to by the friends whom Mr- White's heir had found it an easy matter to gather round him. "Yes, I am proud of your progress," quoth the professor, a few weeks after he had installed him- self with Cosmo. "You will be a great man. What a pity it is you have not a. high-sounding name. 'Signor Bianco' would sound so much grander than 'Mr. White,' although it mpans just the same thing." The idea took Cosmo's fancy, and he resolved to adopt it, having all the fewer scruples about Italianising his name because he knew that in neither one form nor the other did it originally belong to him. Alas! if he could but have known the professor for what he was! And if he could have guessed that this was but the first wedge in the long course of malign influence by which his own and other lives were to be subverted to the interests of a wicked disciple of Satan! But there was nobody to tell him that the man was a rank impostor, with whom voice-training was but regarded as a promising means of ac- quiring possession—body and soul—of some easily- managed individual of sufficient wealth to satisfy his own cupidity; that he had for years devoted himself to the study of the Black Arts; and that he was known to everybody in his native place as "The Man with the Evil Eye." (To be continued.)

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